The chiss sits back on his chair in a dark room, the sole source of light being from his console. There is a black-cloaked and masked man speaking as a hologram but Kross merely sighs, picking up round fruit on his desk to examine it.
“One of these days, the Republic will find out who you are, and you’ll be in trouble.” Says a little voice in his head.
Kross frowns at the notion and shakes his head. Sandra had told him to not let the dark side take over, but power…POWER! It would take plenty of it to realize his goal.
Kross’ mind begins to wander…
A tall cloaked figure stands over him, hand stretched out. A small blue hand reaching up to hold it. Training in the fields, with the sun beating down on his back. The joys of getting a stone to hover to his eye level after weeks of frustration.
The hologram abruptly ends as Kross is jolted out of his seat. He takes a breath, calming himself in the darkness.
“Father…”