He gave a small hiss, sulfuric eyes tracking over the beach and looking for challenges.
The Emperor had to consider carefully- last time, he had used the facade of an old man to hide his power. This body aged faster, yes, but it was his body and what he felt powerful in. Power. There was nothing more important than power. Only a fear to have nothing.
No. Never show weakness. He recalled the forest he had explored once with his apprentice. It had been a teaching moment, the proof they were the apex predators.
The Emperor stopped at the border, shutting his eyes briefly, and giving a chuckle. ”I know you are there.... apprentice.” He turned, looking over his shoulder at Anakin Skywalker’s Ghost.
”You thought I had perished.... You fool, I always had a backup plan... my Thousand Year Empire will begin again.” He gave that sneering laugh, that moved in the back of his throat.
He stopped laughing as the ground rumbled under him, and lightning struck the ground. “I’m coming for your bloodline, apprentice. We will fight for all of eternity if we must.”
The ghost looked at him scornfully, then moved, flying through the black leopard’s body and knocking him over, like a punch in the gut.
He started laughing as the rain began to fall, dampening his robe.
Old man it is.
He would wait now, for the clan to come along.