That was what 1st Sargeant Dabrowski, the 123rd billionth Sebastian PRINCE of Poland138, had go through his mind when he soared into his Coruscant hyperspace coordinates.

It was a Sith Assassin dread code. The Emperor had his ministers so fearful of their stature as inferior opponents to any soldier that the Sith acolytes have learned to at least prism terror to a modular craze static input just at surviving Imperial Royal Guards intent on becoming Imperial Royal Shadow Guards.

That Sith-Sorcery had Sebastian voyage through his anticipation of being a future Imperial Royal Shadow Guard. It was intended to have him rebel to a band of Sith Shadows. So, because of his loyalty as an Imperial Royal Guard, it instead quantum transwarped his hyperspace route into teleporting him into a magical-once-upon-a-time tavern, where he found himself looking at a toilet. Miracuously his instincts got his force-pike before his transcention.