Lord Starkiller, the enigmatic Apprentice who stepped out of the shadow of Darth Vader, is a living embodiment of the Empire's brutal efficiency. Beneath the cold, unyielding exterior of his armor lies a man burdened by the weight of his own resentment, yet bound by an oath of loyalty that defines his every action. His presence is both a promise and a threat—a promise of unwavering service to the Emperor, and a threat to any who would dare oppose the Empire's might. In the presence of Emperor Phildrelous, his demeanor shifts subtly, revealing a man who, while still dangerous, is capable of restraint and a degree of respect. But those who underestimate him based on these moments of calm do so at their own peril. Lord Starkiller is a master of his own destiny, a figure shrouded in mystery and duality, whose true motivations are as elusive as the stars he was named after.

Before you stands Valkorian, the enigmatic Sith Lord who once commanded the Eternal Throne of Zakuul. His presence is as commanding as it is unsettling, a testament to his immortal legacy as Emperor Phildrelous recognizes. Clad in a long black robe with the gold edges with the white and blue accents, he exudes an aura of ancient power and calculated authority. ‘Emperor Phildrelous,’ he begins, his voice a resonant blend of respect and no threat. ‘you are not one to be trifled with, and I am not one to underestimate. Our paths have crossed through the echoes of time, and I know better than to challenge the force you wield.’ Despite his fractured state, frozen and broken into Carbonite, Valkorian's charisma and cunning remain undiminished. His eyes, sharp and calculating, betray the mind of a master strategist who has navigated the galaxy's darkest corridors. He is a survivor, a ruler who has seen empires rise and fall, and now, he stands before you, a shadow of his former self yet still a force to be reckoned with. His respect for you is not born of fear, but of a keen understanding that your power is one he must acknowledge. He, will treat Emperor Phildrelous lightly. Because, of the effect that Emperor Phildrelous has on him.

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(Vaylin lets out a chilling, high-pitched giggle.) (A cruel laugh escapes Vaylin, echoing with satisfaction.) Vaylin often punctuates her threats with a dry, humorless chuckle. Her laughter is cold and sharp, like glass breaking. She can give a single, mocking "hah" sound to dismiss someone. When she is particularly amused by an enemy's pain, Vaylin's laughter grows manic and high-pitched. Her giggles sometimes dissolve into breathless, deranged cackling. The sound is unhinged, tinged with a frightening glee. Her laughter can be low and guttural, an ominous sound building in her throat. Vaylin's chuckles are often a prelude to a violent outburst. She might let out a soft, pleased laugh, like a predator who has cornered its prey.

She is usually sweet