Voltimas allowed a grin to cross his lips.
"Well, my dear, I do suppose you will have to wait and find out for yourself. Think of it as.. a reason to stick around. However, I will show you one thing."
Turning to the wall behind him, he pressed a transmitter and the wall slowly opened. Behind the durasteel plating was a sight to behold, indeed. The full armored uniform of the one and only, Darth Vader.
"Perhaps this will allow me to better convey myself to others. Perhaps it will give me the edge I need."
Another grin danced on his lips as he thought of the faces of those who would see this symbol of death and Imperial power. Fools, all of them, to believe that Vader would ever truly be dead.