The Jedi signed the law into being, effectively ending any legal relations any Jedi might possess with any living rational being. The glares directed his way expressed hate, but a man who had undergone such things as he had little care concerning their disgust towards him. He understood what they never would.

One day, as he stood aboard his newly constructed ship, he sensed something. Something dark and ugly, like a nightmare remembered at noon when you had forgotten about it. He saw her again, the Sith who had roamed the battlefields in a bloodlust, killing those whom she could find. What was her name? He sought through his consciousness. Seren. That was it. He would arm himself and kill her.

He turned out of the throne room and paced down the halls. He was rather proud of his new ship, the StarCatcher. He had spent years of his time building it, but it had appeared in an instant to the rest of the galaxy. It had more turrets than the entire fleet of the Republic combined 5 times over. This was the first of his ships, and he intended to have 33 in his fleet. His plans were indeed far-reaching.

He beamed himself to Mustafar, preparing for a fight. He stormed through the base, ripping through walls and killing guards as he went. He burst into a room and found a Sith Lord. He was attacked but found that he was ridiculously easy to defeat. He heard and sensed someone else, and turned to block an attack that came whirling through the air toward him. He merely swiped his hand, catching the combatant mid-air and slamming them into the ground, cuffing their arms as the went down. He looked down at her, and at the sight of that face, he nearly lost it. He wanted to smash that face in, to pierce her lungs with his lightsaber, to snap her neck quickly. He stopped and stared at her, and quieted down again. She was struggling like an animal, trying to free herself from his grip, which she did not know was impossible. He sighed and picked her up by the collar. She lashed out with a kick and caught him in the face. He did not even blink and whipped her around against the wall.

"Who are you?", he asked calmly.

She spat in his face.

He sighed and walked down the hall, dragging her as he went. She struggled and clawed at him, but he was made of iron. They reached the control room of the base, and he began moving through the files, searching for any others he had thought were dead. She sulked the whole time, brooding in the corner.

He looked up, and there was Cyborg.

Cyborg was sitting in his throne. Notes came humming out of his speakers.

Cyborg looked up and stopped. He smiled and disappeared, but the notes still hummed in the air. The Jedi turned and looked around, and Seren was humming in the corner.

"What are you doing?"

He jerked his head at that question and found a guard with blaster raised standing in the door. "Don't you have somewhere else to be?", the Jedi said. The guard nodded and walked away, completely baffled as to why he was walking away when he wanted to shoot this Jedi. Seren took this moment to attempt to leap toward the window. He grabbed her and slammed her against the wall, activating his lightsaber and holding his face around 5 inches from hers.

"If you try that again I have no objection to putting a nick in your vastus lateral."

She nodded and he dropped her. He found several files he deemed to be of some importance and uploaded them to the StarCatcher. He turned and dragged Seren from the room. She maintained a constant struggle, but he ignored her and thought while they walked to the energy spot. If she was reborn, who else could be as well? He pondered the possibilities and was working on a program in his head when she leaped at his back.

Angry this time, he grabbed the back of her neck and her ankle with two hands and pressed her back outwards with a third. With his fourth, he activated his lightsaber and put a shallow cut into the back of her thigh. She cried out in pain.

"When I say I will do something, I do it. Next time, I will taze your C5 vertebrae, causing you to gain paralysis in your legs and weaken your breathing. You may also be paralyzed in your right or left side. Be quiet and hold still."She nodded, whimpering from the burn on her muscle. He walked down the halls of the base, carrying her by the back of her shirt with one of his left hands.

She had ceased struggling due to his threats and was silent as he paced through the halls. He stood on the landing pad and held still, waiting to beam. Seren looked around, scanning the sky. "Where is your ship?" He just smiled and waited. She shrugged and was content to be held. In a moment, they flashed to the StarCatcher. Ignoring her astonishment, he merely said, "Welcome to The StarCatcher. It is invincible; unbreachable from within or without. You will not leave this ship until I say, and if you do attempt to leave, you will fail." He took her and introduced her to her room, which she liked. He left her and removed himself to the Theory of Relativity Chamber. He had not finished it yet, and he walked around the blank silver walls, tracing the current lines with his fingers. He was still figuring out how to activate it, tired of the visions of other timelines he forced himself to have.

Seren peeked in the door. "What is this?"

"This is the Chamber of Visions. I use it to see far and wide."

She nodded. "Is that how you knew I was in that base?"

He nodded and walked out with her, showing her through the rooms. She appeared to be thinking while they walked. "Who was your friend?", she asked.

He stopped. "What friend?"

"In the chamber. The man standing with you."

He tilted his head. "There was no man."

She appeared puzzled. "But… he was standing close to you. He looked straight at me."

"What did he look like?"

"He was practically dead. He was all torn up, and his skin was burnt, and he even had several bones sticking out of him. He was maybe a foot or so shorter than you, and had brown hair."

The Jedi wondered. "You saw this?"

"Yes. Didn't you?"

He shook his head and lead her back to the chamber. "Do you still see him?"

She peered around the room. "No, but there is another man."

"Describe him."

"I think he has gold hair, but it might be red. I can't tell. It's full of blood. He has a scar around the base of his neck, and he is all bloody too. Oh! He is missing two fingers, and one of his fingers is just bone. He has been stabbed several times."

"Do you see anything else?"

"There are just six people. Two women and four men. All of them are like the first two. Wait, no, the second woman is fine. I can't tell if her heart is bleeding or not. The rest are all torn up like the other ones."

"Where are the first two?"

"Well, the golden/red haired one is with the others, but the brown-haired man is gone. I can see his blood on the floor, but he is gone."

"Very well. Come out, Stella."

She looked up at him strangely. "Stella?"

"Your name now. You see across the stars, and you shall be a star."

She furrowed her brows. "Why did you name your ship after me?"

"What?"
"My last name is Starcatcher."

He looked at her, fear in his stomach. "Coincidences. Run along."

She nodded and went away down the halls. He stood still for a moment, and then spun and slammed his fist into the wall so that the steel bent and tore under the blow.

"Coincidences, bloody coincidences. Recalled to life and killed again! Always connecting, always strings on everything!" He turned and stormed down the hall.