Cetro Vookto marched into IgGn's headquarters, nodding politely at the reporters as one or two of them, including a few interns from universities who were studying for their masteries in writing and journalism came up to him with new stories.

"Excuse me, sir?" An attractive Twi'lek woman with blue skin and lekku said. "I've been monitoring the latest from the senate and I've met a few senatorial assistants; there's a new bill in progress that will attempt to regulate trade into the Outer Rim."

Vookto paused, "That sounds interesting. What do we know about the bill?"

"It is in the initial stages," the woman replied, "but the senate is determined to try to rebuild some of the good relations we have with the Hutts."

Vookto nodded, years of practice teaching him not to reveal his true thoughts on the matter. This was serious. His master and mentor had contributed to the Grand Plan by alienating the Hutts, so if this went through it would cause some problems with the Grand Plan. He already had several plans in process and he had no intention of letting this go. In truth, he had known about the bill, and he was coming up with fresh ideas to make sure it didn't work.

At the same time, he would need to check his contacts and make sure his minions were in place to prevent this bill from actually happening and causing more problems for him.

The Grand Plan had been badly set back centuries ago, he had no intention of letting it all fall apart now.

"Very well, go along with it, and press your friends and contacts. I want to know as much as possible since this could be big news. Oh, and check with how this would go with finance, investments, that sort of thing."

"Yes, sir." The woman was as pleased a punch with the instructions and she hurried away, unaware that Vookto had plans to prevent this. After he had shaken off the other reporters, the Duro editor walked into his office and locked the door and he sat in his chair and rubbed his face thoughtfully as his mind sorted through the new tasks awaiting it.

Finally, he took out his diary and checked it. The diary was hacker-proof; Vookto's days as a hacker had made him more than aware of the dangers surrounding software. Nothing was foolproof, and he knew it better than most. The next Gathering on Sojurn was in another few days, and he had plenty of time to bring it up with his associates then. Hopefully by that time once he had gone through the reports from his spies and agents within the galaxy and in the senate, to know what he could do. At the same time, he could take his groundbreaking decision of where he should be taking the Grand Plan.

Cetro Vookto was not just a news editor. He was a hacker. He was also a Sith Lord, trained by Darth Videion who was one of the long line of surviving Sith Masters who had survived the end of the Sith a thousand years ago. When he had proven himself to Videion as a powerful if untrained Force user, who had saved the human Sith Lord's life from an old enemy, Vootko became his apprentice. Renamed Darth Prophraoh, Vootko began his Sith training which lasted a mere 5 years, which was preferable to two decades.

Like all Sith in the lineage of the founder of the Order, he was a part of, Prophroah had orchestrated the death of his master, and he had assumed the mastery of the Sith, and the 1,000-year Grand Plan which would spend decades chipping away the foundations of the Galactic Republic and the Jedi, pushing them closer and closer to the edge of where war would break out, whittling down the Republic's morals and ensure the eradication of the hated Jedi Order.

The Sith were close to the end of the Grand Plan's ultimate victory.

Prophroah's master had made it clear, more than once, they were soon going to be the final Sith Lords who'd usher in one Sith Master, who would finally carry out the Sith imperative and transform the Galactic Republic into the Galactic Empire.

And Prophroah had been working very hard over the last few years. When Videion was at last dead, Prophroah had hidden away, delving into the collection of Sith holocrons and artefacts, learning greatly from them while he had formed his plans while he'd used his ship to stay in contact with the rest of the galaxy. He had learnt of an up-and-coming galactic news hub, Intergalactic News, and he had decided to use it to his advantage; like Darth Toxis, the saviour of the Sith next to Bane, who'd founded their order and organisation and gave them their purpose in the fulfilment of the Grand Plan and all of its awards, and Gean who saved them from extinction at the hands of that fool, Gravid, Prophraoh wanted to subtly make people think like Sith, with Sith-like beliefs to better erode the Republic's ridiculous notions.

At the same time, he could also report on a situation while making it worse through his agents. Between the reporters and staff, his own minions and intelligence networks, Prophroah was the most informed person in the galaxy.

But that was not enough.

Prophroah knew many of his predecessors had sought to undermine the galaxy, using much the same methods. It was time for the Sith to go much further. A few nights ago, Prophoah had gotten the answer.

Exploration.

He would sponsor galactic exploration of regions in the galaxy that had never been touched, never been surveyed while hyperspace routes were threaded through various regions, worlds would be colonised and new races would be discovered…all for the benefit of the Sith.

Like his predecessor, Darth Cognus, Prophroah was a powerful seer and he had long since divined that the Sith were at last at the pinnacle of their journey to conquering the galaxy and taking their rightful place as its masters. But he had just been stumped on how to make it happen; even Sith Lords had to understand the future was always in motion. With that knowledge in his mind, Prophroah had been racking his mind, trying to comprehend how to build the foundations of the Sith Empire to come.

All he knew was he would begin to lay the stones, but now he knew. With exploration in mind, Prophroah had studied the exploration of the galaxy, learning of the benefits and the history, he had learnt many new colonies would be discovered with every light year, every parsec mapped and linked to the galaxy, like a vast jigsaw puzzle.

But in this case, the possibilities for the Grand Plan gaining further pawns to add to it was too good an opportunity to pass up; the Republic would almost certainly want to bring dozens of new races that had never been encountered into its ranks, and that meant new plans and keys, but there were also resources for the Sith to exploit.

Prophroah was spending his time now making his plans, preparing his contacts and readying for the new age of expansion and exploration. He would be ready to go within the next year, while he sat and waited and planned and executed, like a malevolent spider sitting in its web, while he waited for the galaxy to expand while he sought out his apprentice, who would take the Sith further.

The time of Darth Prophroah was here and now.