A large HOLOGRAM of MAS AMEDDA appears, clad in the Sith robes of his alter-ego, DARTH MONSTROSS. For a moment, KANE does not recognize him.
KANE: Emperor Amedda? ...This is an unexpected surprise...but an honor nevertheless!
AMEDDA: Spare me your sycophantic rubbish, Commander. You’re finished. You were entrusted to oversee nothing less than the final consolidation of Imperial rule over this galaxy, and you have failed me.
KANE is taken aback, but attempts to maintain his composure.
KANE: Failed? I’m not sure I understand, My Lord! The invasion was launched only moments ago! I will be informing you of the results as soon as I get them from Dr. Bloodory, which should be at any...
AMEDDA: Enough! The entire operation on Kessel has been exposed to the Coruscant public, thanks to Mon Mothma of the Galactic Alliance Movement. Her broadcast is now being relayed outward to all the civilized systems. Because of your ineptitude, the entire galaxy will soon be rallied against us!
KANE is insulted, and becomes incredulous.
KANE: I know nothing about any such broadcast...you must be mistaken, Amedda.
AMEDDA coldly levels his eyes upon KANE.
AMEDDA: You may refer to me as Darth Monstross. And if I have made any mistake, Kane, it was in trusting you. Your debt to me will hardly be paid for with your death.
KANE is speechless. A sense of dread washes over him, accompanied by a sudden loss of breath.