Well, I've made it to Malachor V, which is majorly sucking - what's with all the green light? Anyway, got onboard the Ravager and took part in the utterly anti-climatic defeat of Darth Nihilus. Verdict? Suckiest. Villain. EVER.
Bleah. Whatever. This is set right when Nihilus sends Visas to find the disturbance/void in the Force, back when he was scary and mysterious. Enjoy!
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Stars speak their own language, and Nihilus has learned how to speak it, in the years since he was a man. It does not seem to have been so long since he learned to do this, but from the way the Miraluka grows and changes, he knows it has been some time.
It doesn't matter. Nothing matters, anymore, except for the hunger.
He fed off Katarr's energy for a long time, but now he has need of more, and he hunts for it, searching the bright stars for more energy. He thinks about eating the stars themselves, but something – someone – drives him to search for Jedi. There is so much life in them, and there are so few…
There are so few.
The woman – the old master – is gone now, and he talks to the stars from the bridge of the Ravager. The Miraluka comes to him now and again with news, but the greater part of his attention is spent searching, looking out through the galaxy, feeling planets and moons and nebulas.
In the worlds touched by death, he feels an echo of…something. It is familiar, a this echo, and he is so hungry… he follows it to the source.
It is…a paradox. It is something that should not exist. It is like him but unlike him, and he puzzles over it. He is death, and it is like him, so he should not feel it, but he can, so it must be alive, but it is like him…
He sends the Miraluka to find it. She will not betray him, and as she leaves, he turns his attention to the stars. The stars speak their own language, and he talks to them, but they never answer. That is because the stars do not care about petty things like life and death and humanity. All they care about is the relentless consumption of their own bodies, the slow burn of energy.
Nihilus speaks the language of the stars, and Nihilus is hungry.