"That is troubling indeed. Though this is hardly the first time an Empire has fallen. Nor do I think it will be the last."

That wasn't him being callous, though his words could certainly be taken that way. After all, his own Sith Empire had fallen time and time again. His people had been a persistent lot, of course. That hadn't necessarily been a good thing for the galaxy, but Altair had loved the citizens of the Empire. Wanted to see them succeed. It was why he had willingly bowed to Acina, and taken back his title, why he'd been filled with wrath at seeing the less forward-thinking Anathel in his seat upon his return.

Of course in this day and age he had little connection to the Empire. And the Emperor and Vader would hardly be missed.

Still, there would be a power-vacuum, and the scum of the universe would seek to take advantage, as such people were wont to do upon smelling blood in the water. He'd seen that time and again too.

"Is there anything in particular you wish to do about it? Or is it best to merely observe for now?"

Altair felt bad for the ordinary citizens, of course. Though he was sure there were planets that would hardly feel the Empire's absence, and also those that would improve for a time without its shadow looming, though who knew how long the rebel victory would keep some spirits high.

"If you have need of me for anything as well, you know you need only say the word."