@[member="Seth Shorn"]
All leadership is illusion, Praetor. I'm twenty-eight years old and I rule ten thousand worlds because I know how to play the players against each other. I have no political or economic education. I'm merely good at lying, and I happened to be lucky enough to acquire the power to open a hyperspace wormhole with my brain. Which is, in itself, a lie, because I would never use that sort of power if not for the good of the Empire.
Praetor, my very identity as a Sith is a lie. I've done what Ulic Qel-Droma attempted to do, with the addition of judgment, discretion, strength of purpose and willingness to humanize the enemy. I have been taught the Sith arts, I have mastered them, but in my heart I'm here to bring order and stability. I conquer worlds to stabilize and preserve them. I fight the Republic to unify them by giving them a common enemy, and to prepare them to handle all manner of insanity. I restrict the frankly disgusting excesses of the Sith in my care. I am Empress to protect the people of the Empire from the Sith.
I am a sleeper agent, the finest ever. Just objectionable enough to defuse most of the real inquiries. Hence my self-identification as a Dark Jedi when I arrived here.
I am very, very tired, Praetor. But I will see order and stability take hold of this side of the galaxy unless it kills me.
You are currently the only person alive who knows all this. I haven't even revealed it to my First Apprentice, not quite yet. I tell you this because, in the event of my death, I want my work to continue. Your function is to protect the Empire's leadership. If I die, this Empire cannot fall to some ambitious loner. There'll never be another one of me. If I die, you must ensure that the Dark Council takes control.
Welcome to the inner circle, Praetor. Consider this a leap of faith on my part.
Of course, if I sense betrayal in your mind, you'll never remember this.