Her ghosts proved insufficient to the task of killing Thanaton. The good news is, he proved insufficient to the task of killing her. Arrogant old fool. He thinks her defeated so easily-
No. Not her. Not Occlus, Lord of the Sith. To hell with his talk of tradition and order, she has earned her place, her life. He will not take it from her and will pay with his life for daring to attempt to.
But she needs more power, enough to overwhelm him, to crush him before he can try any tricks again. Which brings her to Taris, a planet once a glittering megalopolis to rival Coruscant, now an overgrown swampy ruin infested by scavengers and wildlife. Her pirate dug up rumors of a ghost haunting a Jedi enclave here, and the tap on their communications she... persuaded the local Imperial garrison to supply confirms them.
Now she simply needs someone to open the door for her. There is a group of trainees in residence. Easy targets, minds as yet unformed. One of them will serve her needs. She lurks concealed above the clearing where they routinely do their morning meditations, waiting, watching for the one most vulnerable to reveal themself.