When the silver-plated warrior arose, he felt like a new man. Like a newborn child, but without the feeling of unawareness, like a new spacecraft, but already broken in. Simply put, he felt very well rested. "I see you have awoken, my apprentice." Hearing the voice behind him, he turned around, still sitting in the chair to find the Emperor behind him, although Starkiller did not remember him. "Me?" Starkiller responded back. "Yes, you have been blessed with great power, although the people who took you wanted to misuse it." With a confused look on his face, Starkiller asked,