First, there is nothing. A black screen dominates the viewer's field of vision. Slowly the darkness dissolves to reveal a figure standing in a cavernous room. One assumes it is a male from the stylish suit he wears, though his facial features are obscured behind a nickel-colored mask that leaves only his eyes visible. They are cold and their gaze impenetrable. Behind him is an immense starscape punctuated only by the occasional movement of an Imperial vessel. Roughly half a meter to his right is a red-robed form and half a meter to his left is a form of equal height, this one clad in a black robe. The camera pauses to take in these three figures for another painfully long moment before the masked man speaks in a voice generally reserved for the dispatching of tasks to the most loathed mini