I hurried through the empty corridors of the SSD Osiris. Empty corridors? Why, yes. Empty, seemingly abandoned. A Super Star Destroyer is a big place, you see, and the Osiris is run by a skeleton crew. Apparently the crew will be increased after our next stop on Ryloth. Alas, I digress. So I was hurrying through corridors that were empty at the time. I was late, and my Master was a punctual man. Not only was he punctual, but he was also very strict on others being punctual, especially if this other was his own Apprentice. Using the Force to speed my movements, I managed to make it almost on time. The door of his chambers slide open, and I see him sitting on his throne.

"You are late," he said.
"Forgive me, my lord," I begged, falling to my knees to show my subordination. The Master has murdered for less.
"Rise..." he says with boredom in his voice. Apparently he is in a good mood. I stand up, but I continue to divert my eyes.
"You are late, and therefore I will forfeit training for tonight. However, I will teach you the secret to true power."

The Master rose from his throne and walked towards me. He was dressed in black, heavy robes; but the bit of flesh I saw was white and pale as smoke and his eyes... His eyes burned like the fires of Chaos itself. Yet, these were not unusual features for a man of the Dark Side.

But there were no footsteps as he walked.
And there were three shadows; the first was sharp-edged, the second constantly changing shape and form.
He himself was the third.

Before I could realise what had could or had happened, a crimson blade disappeared into a newly formed hole in my chest. I gurgled, unable to make any other sound. I looked up, and there was no emotion on his face, save for a hint of melancholy.
"The secret..." he said, deactivating his lightsaber "Never allow the weak to live in freedom. Enslave them, or destroy them. You were weak, but enslaved. Your failing is another one. You were scared, fearful. A sin punishable by death."

I slumped to the ground unable to speak, unable to mourn my passing. My senses left me, but I could still hear clearly:

"Dream..."