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Palpatine stayed up late at night pouring over ancient Sith texts. A scratchpad beside him was littered with notes. Of all the works that had survived Darth Gravid's treacherous destruction, this one was the most interesting: A categorical description on the creation of races.
In general, Palpatine had no interest in such things. Genetic experiments were his master's domain, not his. But the ancient Sith had kindled many of the races across the galaxy and used them as armies of obedient soldiers against each other. He had reason to believe the Rodians and Twi'lecks were such species.
It seemed that there was a command word worked into the genetic make up of a species somehow. It allowed a Sith to control the individuals and the species as a whole. But the command words themselves were lost to time. Fragmented and incomplete manuscripts contained pieces of the command, but not enough.
There was only one complete command. One single word.