A cloaked starship moved gently through space. It was following another ship not tood far ahead of where it was. The ship was careful and precise in its movement. It went up when the other ship went up and moved right when the other ship moved right. The pilot inside the ship looked almost like the very ship he was piloting, lifeless. He had so manly implants and cybernetic parts that even he forgot he was human from time to time. Both his hands were locked on the control sticks and eyes were locked on the ship ahead. He had been following this ship for quite some time and was just waiting for them to land but he wouldn't strike then. No, he would wait until the right time and then he would get his revenge.
"Soon Skywalker," echoed a robotic like voice, "soon."