Something was wrong. This wasn't how it was supposed to be; Abeloth could feel it. She could feel it to the core of her ancient being. When oneness with the Force was achieved by one of these mortals from the outside, that mortal was supposed to go down a path, a path that would ultimately lead to Abeloth's freedom. Instead, the mortal subverted that path and stayed in the light.

And because he stayed in the light, Abeloth remained here.

She had to get out of here, she just had to get out. For all the beauty of her surroundings, they were but a gilded cage for her; a cage that had contained her power, her life, for far too many years. Yet, for all of her power, she could never break free.

But if only she could reach out to the young minds she had felt less than a scant decade ago, then she might have a chance at freedom. Unfortunately, they had moved well beyond her grasp, and those she felt within her diminutive sphere of influence proved to be of no help to her. Oh, sure, they gave her the love and adoration that she needed—the love and adoration that she deserved—but they were otherwise useless to her. Moreover, none of them could counter the loneliness in her heart.

Well... no one except for Callista.

Indeed, Abeloth and Callista were kindred spirits, for the latter had, like her, been trapped for many years—even if it wasn't so much as a fraction of the time in which Abeloth was here—aboard a ship before she was rescued through the sacrifice of a lovely woman named Cray. And because of Cray's sacrifice, Callista was able to fully meet the man of her dreams.

Luke Skywalker.

Abeloth wanted so much to meet Luke. After hearing about everything that Callista had known about him, she knew that he would be her King, that he should be her King.

Yet again, though, here she and Callista were, trapped on a world from which they couldn't extend even a modicum of influence outside the cluster of black holes that kept them here. What could she do, what could she do?

That question nagged at Abeloth for so long after she felt those young minds—those young Jedi minds, as Callista had told her—leave her short reach of power. The Maw, it was called. That was what Callista told her; that was what the mere mortals of the galaxy called her prison. And, indeed, it was a Maw; an ever-gaping, ever-hungry Maw that swallowed up all of her hopes of escaping this deceptively beautiful hell of a world.

Oh, why was she cursed with this? The Father had no right...

Wait. What was this?

Visitors. Not to her world, but to the station that had all of the doting but useless admirers. It was here that she felt a great power emanating.

Naturally, she reached out to that power; and when she did, Abeloth cried out, FREE ME!

The powerful presence felt revolted at her.

No, he replied angrily and disgustedly. You will remain exactly where you are, abomination!

I WILL NOT! Abeloth roared. FREE ME!

As she sent this powerful urge through this presence's mind, she felt his resistance buckle. And through that buckling, she started to learn who he was.

This one's name was once Raynar Thul. But now he was known as UnuThul, the Joiner King of the Killik Colony.

And he knew exactly what contained her and what needed to be done to set her free.

Get out of our mind, you filthy beast! UnuThul cried out with the full force of the Colony behind his words. You will stay! The galaxy does not deserve your evil!

Abeloth relaxed in her concentration and allowed UnuThul to leave.

For she now knew what she had to do.

With the realization that she shared with Callista, she came to understand that perhaps those admirers she felt would not be quite so useless after all...