You stand over your master's corpse in shock. You had not heard any alarms. You had not sensed the presence of a Force User.
It had been a fairly routine event, you'd spent most of the day standing on a float for the Imperial Day Celebration, waving to soldiers and small children on Corellia. You'd returned to your chambers on Coruscant, expecting the emperor to contact you for a debriefing. When the debrief never came, you attempted to contact him. Eventually, you approached his chambers.
And found him dead. Butchered with a lightsaber. The peace of his personal chambers ruined by the signs of intense struggle.
Staring at his corpse, you fill up with emotions
[]Betrayed once more
Sheeve Palpatine was the closest thing you had to a father figure. You want to scream your betrayal to the heavens. You want to host a hundred days of mourning. You want to have traitors lined up and shot over Palpatine's grave.
This is the final thing Jedi Order will ever take from you.
Bonus to maintaining unity of the empire.
Malus to negotiation with rebels
[]Free for the first time
No gods, no masters. You're on your own, able to study what you want to study from Palpatine's archive. You're self directed for the first time in your life, no longer a slave to the Order. No longer a slave to Palpitine.
Bonus to personal actions
Malus to empire actions
[]Empty
You just feel empty. And tired. And old.
All you want to do is return to your old comforts of tinkering with machines.
Malus to maintaining unity of empire
Malus to personal actions
Bonus to droids.
Bonus to improving your cybernetics.
Bonus to tech related force powers.
And what of the Jedi?
[]Escaped
You do not know who the foul assassin was. Only a trace of his force signature remains. He almost feels like your old mentor Obiwan Kenobi, but that couldn't possibly be. Obiwan is dead.
[]Deceased
Next to Palpatine's corpse lays the ancient shriveled corpse of Yoda. You hate the old green swamp rat. His serene smile looks like it's mocking you. In anger you fling his corpse against the wall. His expression does not change.
[]Present
Your old Padawan. Ashoka Tano. Snips. She lays a few meters away. Well. A little bit less than half of her does. She's critically injured. Probably dying. Only her strength in the force and her species' hardy biology is keeping her alive.
But this is impossible. She died. You saw her die. In the clone wars. And yet here she lays. Still breathing. Barely. What is the will of the force?
