Greetings to the council. As you may have gathered, I have survived the pathetic trap set
by Trooper Deth on Mecon 7. For twelve long years, you have hunted my disciples like
dogs. Now, my day of vengeance is at hand. I’ve synthesized a time drug, and in a
moment shall retreat down the dark corridors of history. Know that it is I who is solely
responsible for your demise. One by one, your ancestors shall be murdered, and you, their
progeny, shall cease to exist. Then shall I return, join my legion, and claim the seat of
power for my own. Adieu . . . adieu . . .