Who was writing our story? Was he going to let us live?
Anyone who would kill a baby kitten is cruel, mean cruel. Whoever you are, I hate you. I despise you!
Stephan woke up. It wasn't Lita; she was curled up against his left side, snoring away. Carefully, Stephan crawled out of bed and left the ship for Korriban's surface. He stood at the bottom of the boarding ramp, staring down at the Valley of the Sith Lords.
"The Valley of the Sith Lord. A huge tomb on a tomb of a planet."
Stephan turned, and there was Virv. She smiled at him. "What's wrong, hon? You seem bothered."
Stephan crossed his arms. "I don't know. I feel like I'm missing something… Like I should be remembering something, but can't."
The Matriarch though. "Well… I don't know what to tell you."
Stephan sighed. "And what's this about Ender and Revan?"
Virvel frowned. "It was a few years ago. Would you like to hear the story?"
Stephan nodded affirmative.
"Before the Jedi Exile defeated Kreia, the Jedi sensed a Sith presence. They sent a team not quite unlike ourselves out to put a stop to it. Some of the names have been lost, but we remember three specifically: Ender Wiggin, a Jedi Knight, Waboo Heawa, a Master, and Telsia Malia, another Knight.
"Through a course of events, Ender developed a second personality as Darth durgas and began leading the Sith. On Trandosha, Durgas killed Telsa and was subsequently killed by Waboo. Before he died, however, he predicted Revan's return with the True Sith.
"No threat was detected, and after the Fall of Kreia, the Jedu began rebuilding. Not too long afterwards, however, Ender returned, seemingly without a trace of evil in him. He warned of Revan's return and began building an army.
"In the end, Ender and Revan killed each other. Which brings us to the present day."
Stephan blinked. "I feel as though I've heard this before."
Virvel smiled wearily. "Most people have. I'm tired, and I'm sure you are too. Plus, you have an adorable bunkmate. I can't fathom why you're out here."
She drew him in a hug, and returned to the ship. Stephan took one last look at the Valley, and followed suit.
Seven spectral visages watched him leave. A Miraluka, a Twi'lek, a Kel Dor, three humans of varying ages, from early twenties to late fourties, and a Kiffar.
"The prey is waiting for the hunter, it would seem," spoke the Miraluka.
The oldest male agreed. "He even looks like you, you know."
"I know. But sometimes he looks a lot like Durgas."
The girl on his arm looked up. "Hey, don't worry. CJayC would never let him live."
The man frowned. "then who will kill durgas?"
The Twi'lek looked at him. "Creation makes mistakes, but fixes them just as easily."
"I suppose you're right."
They disappeared into the Waves.
Stephan repositioned Lita back to how she was when he woke up, and kissed her forehead.
Sleep washed over him.
"What do you mean, you can't find them?!"
"We tried, Milord. They made a completely random jump."
Lightning
"We shall send several Sdom out to world visited by Wiggin. He can't escape."
"Yes, Lord CJayC."
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A pounding, thecrashing waves in his ears became rhythmical, hard. The manwas beating the rat against the floor. Pounding, pounding. Blood covered his hands, the man's hands tingled. He hadbroken them on the floor of the cell. Disciplinarian, lover,murderer. Gheritt looked back into the cell. He saw himself,disciplinarian, lover, murderer. He had killed his nemesis.The rat lay dead in his bloody hands. At last, he held thethroat of his beater.He escaped into the waves.The waves.