There appear to be a few shots aimed at me.
Pathetic. So many weaklings. So many pretenders. Genki? Obvious. Too obvious. Lester? The cowl is inviting, but it can not hide the darkness underneath it. McLeod? Immortal. Note: take his head. Still, not a Jedi. Arcturus, Snake, niniendo, LeithArkham - weak wannabes, impostors. A Jedi is cunning, a Jedi is wily, a Jedi hides in plain sight, a Jedi is clad in the Force.
The Force.
The Tri-Force! QC! That Santa hat can't hide your weak Jedi heart. Your feeble skills are no match for the power of the Dark Side. If you will not be turned, you will be
<i>destroyed!!</i> And what shall I do in my supremacy? The force has set me free, but shall I let it guide me? It whispers that I must restore the Sith Lords of old, finish the work of Revan, bring darkness and oblivion to the Galaxy. Shall this be my path? The glory and desolation of a Sith.
Or must I forge ahead? Rebuild the Empire, crush the Rebellion, usher in ten thousand years of Imperial order. Yeees, that is the true way. The Force has freed me, but it will not have me! There is an
Empire at War and it needs a leader. Thrawn must return from the Outer Rim, the Moffs must redouble their efforts! The Great Galactic Empire shall endure and triumph, for our great destiny is at hand!