Dark Lady of the Sith

I killed my master at long last, and now I am the Dark Lady of the Sith.

But there must always be exactly two of us: a master to embody the power, and an apprentice to crave it.

A young Jedi Knight stumbled upon my fortress. He thought I would be easy prey without a lightsaber.

I don't have a lightsaber. I don't need one.

All I need is the Power of the Dark Side.

I sense his attack before he can strike, and I push him up against the wall with the Force.

He is young and eager, and I dominate his weak and feeble mind with ridiculous ease.

He follows me everywhere now, an extension of my being.

Soon, I will send him out into the galaxy to find me a worthy apprentice. No one will suspect him, for he is a Jedi Knight.

I am the master. I will soon have an apprentice.

And then I will grind the galaxy under my heel and rule it with a durasteel fist.

I don't want to wait.

I want to be Empress of the Galaxy.

And I want all of you to kneel before me.