Star Wars: The Hyperion Journeys: Echoes of a Bygone Age

by Tenkai Nankobo 101

Hyperion Algethii was trained a Sith warrior. He'd known only the brutality of combat and how to use his gifts of the Force to destroy. But when he is left for dead on Ando Prime, he tries to make a new life rather than pursue revenge for it was revenge that got him here. With a boy he adopted, he attempts to put his old life behind until a visitor with a grudge finally finds him.

38. Epilogue

Epilogue

Hyperion could tell that the dream he was seeing before him was a vision of the future. Apart from being in a temperate forest he didn't recognize from Ando Prime, he'd also experienced precognition before. So he was able to recognize the signs when the visions came flashing before him like puffs of smoke from a dying engine. He also didn't see his cabin anywhere near him which was the dead giveaway that he wasn't on Ando Prime.

The last giveaway was the fact there was rain and thunder, telling him the world was warm enough for that sort of thing. As he scanned the field of his vision, he ran when he saw a Jedi starfighter come closing in on him, shooting at him from afar. It was a two-seater from what he could see, one for the pilot and one for the Jedi Knight that was awaiting him. He was able to survive it all and persevere with both his lightsabers at the ready, yellow and purple blades ignited simultaneously.

When he completed this transaction, he saw the Jedi Knight that was probably pursuing him land several meters in front of him and begin to gaze him down when he stood upright again. He was taller than Hyperion though only by about an inch or two, a single lightsaber dangling from his right waist and what skin Hyperion could see was olive-tanned. This Jedi also had a shaggy black beard that covered more than half his face, similar to how Hyperion's brown beard covered his own. But the most distinct feature were the lime green eyes which seemed to glow in contrast to the darkness around the two of them.

The rain came, falling down to create gully washers around them as Hyperion rose up and readied to face his adversary. "Who are you!?" he demanded, though some part of him already suspected he knew the identity of his would-be attacker. The oddest part of this vision was the fact that he was seeing himself from a disembodied perspective, watching himself adopt a ready stance with both his blades and ask the question. This perspective took him behind the bulky Jedi Knight until only the brown cloak could be seen and none of the other features unless this foe extended an arm or a hand a certain fashion.

But in the moments following Hyperion's inquiry, a hand did extend only to unclip the lightsaber and point it toward the ground at his flank. He ignited the blade, revealing a blade as lime green as his eyes and the hilt seemed vaguely familiar to him. It was when he recognized the scars on the dorsal side of the human man's hands that he recognized who this was and likely knew what he was doing on this same world as Hyperion. In the moments before the fallen Sith warrior awoke to greet the present galaxy, he knew that he was standing face to face with his brother Dantius once more and that Dantius now had the gleam in his eye of destruction.

That all-too-familiar gleam that told Hyperion that this time, Dantius would allow no room for mercy beyond what his Code demanded, no more humanity than the Jedi dictated. Then he awoke with a sudden jolt likely that of fear at what he had just foreseen. He was soaked in sweat that would later cake his sheets with their salt and his breaths were heavy with panic. When he calmed down, he put it to his mind's rear and prepared to travel to worlds beyond his own.