Note: This might be a similar intro.
-Friction on display. The curtains have raised & an enmity has been displayed inside one of the 3 major institutions of the Galactic Republic. A recent conversation between the Council and a peculiar Padawan displayed the current state of trust of the Jedi Order. A middle ground is hard to conceive, so one wonders – how it will shift again?-
Chapter 27. The Destructive genes
Shortly after the talk with the highest authority.
"This inkling…Of danger…Permeates through me so fiercely."
Oswald was laying down on his bed inside the Special Nu-class shuttle. His body was positioned in a way that it resembled a tanning bed near a private swimming pool. Only the shoulders, upper back, neck connected to the cold wall; the bed went vertically, why the being – horizontally. A peaceful baring to the Living Force had been conducted. One of the reasons was a statement that the Padawan made in his conversation with the Jedi Council. He openly criticized a member of the Order; it was fully on display. Criticism is a natural aspect of interaction. If one believes the other didn't perform or act in the best way, whether the view is objective or subjective – it doesn't matter, he or she expresses the disapproval. Ideally, no one should be exempt from criticism. However, in some instances within the Republic there is some derailment. Openly stating that: "Padawan A did something poorly" is one thing; openly stating that: "Jedi Master & Council member B did something poorly" is perceived as a completely different matter.
"It is now the past. No one can change the past." – the 19 year old thought with the hope of reassuring his confidence in himself.
He concentrated a little more and felt a staggeringly massive surge of hazardous signals coming from the Force. This immediately forced him to lift up his eyelids. A gasp appeared.
"What is going? How am I so out of touch with reality?"
The blonde male stood up from the bed, looked around. A trio of emotions formed inside him; confusion, worry & confidence were pulling and tugging with each other. Some prospects of the future were nothing to be scoffed at or treated as minuscule. It took 5 minutes for the person to stop being lackadaisical.
"Relax, Oswald. Relax…"
His heartbeat was dropping.
"…Relax. Relax. Relax."
Several seconds later the heart had returned to the healthy interval.
"There are challenges that require my attention. Whichever one is up next, the difficulty level remains steady. Katooni's Force presence, the Sith Lord on Coruscant, Ahsoka's appearance on Naboo, the Council's probable incoming trial for me, the Alliance's fate, the travelling to Point C."
Oswald took his lightsaber and ignited it diagonally in front of his face.
"A lot to oversee, predict, envision. No doubt, an element of suffering is circling around all of them. Or better yet – comes as a package with everything I've named."
Suddenly, an enigmatic smile appeared.
"The game of the Galaxy's future has entered a new stage. This one will not maintain a straight line, enormous swings are waiting."
Maintaining the smile, Menson shut off his weapon.
"Time to delve back in."
A new sequence of actions had been set in motion.
Almost 21:00 on Coruscant, 2 days 20 hours till the Vote. A beautiful, dark, obsidian black evening rested itself on the inhabitants of Coruscant, the Capital of the Galactic Republic. More and more beings were resigning towards their beds at their living quarters, few and few continued their duties. Anyone, who was able to process & understand the World, knew that night is when the shrewdest operations take place. The atmosphere was so alluring. Given that, within the Jedi Temple a unique kind of ambience filled a room.
"As I know you do." – Calder says with only a third of his face being seen through the window of a Temple's tower.
It was an indecipherable stage. Who thought what? Who felt what? These questions…Were…All scattered throughout the territory. The ones that crave excitement would greatly lust for the chance to be with the apricot orange skinned male.
"True." – another male states, while being completely concealed in the shadows.
The 18 year old unveils more of his face; a nearly perfect diagonal split separates the light part from the dark one.
"I know you can sense the strength of it, too."
"That I can."
"Hah! Are we ever going to move forward this evening, Hector? Or am I going to fall asleep before we address the necessary?"
"Your striking today is extremely accurate, Calder."
Hector takes a small step out of the darkness. Now he's situated himself similarly to the Padawan; there was only the difference in volume – the Temple guard had close to half of his body in the illuminated area.
"What can I say? I did experience a magnificent, emotional rollercoaster today."
The Temple guard lowers his head down, onto the trapeze of the Jedi Temple.
"I developed a deep connection with the Living Force just five minutes ago."
"And it spoke to you that there is serious danger on the horizon."
"I would even term it as 'immense'."
"Did you figure out, what is it pointing at?"
Hector's eyes return to Calder.
"Honestly, I would be surprised if it was anything else than…"
All of a sudden, both Force sensitives sense a being nearing their location.
"A familiar presence." – Calder says.
"Does not mean it is friendly." – Hector mentions, creating a more wholesome perspective on the situation.
"Back into the shadows then."
The two retract themselves from the illuminated part of the tower. The excitement within the room doubled with even the most conservative estimation. Not even a minute passes, when the elevator doors slide to the side, revealing one person behind them. Said person wastes no time & takes a couple of steps forward; the two wait for more information.
"Alright, you two, we need to talk, so let's stop with all of the shenanigans." – the newly arrived one sates calmly."
The voice gave away the identity. Feeling confident, Calder addressed the newcomer with a joking observation:
"You do possess a bizarre timing sequence, Arnold."
"We are all unique in our own way, Calder."
"No argument there."
Hector steps out of the shadows to make himself visible in the dim light, which was coming from the windows.
"Is it that serious that you're here after work hours?"
"I'm pretty sure that you felt what everyone in the Temple felt not so long ago."
"The crossroad." – Hector mentions with a low, boss tone.
"Exactly." – Arnold agrees in a similar voice.
"In that case, walk over to me. It is better to continue to this conversation in the dark."
Neither Hector, nor Arnold had any reservations with the suggestion.
"There is something that is blinding us from seeing the full picture."
"I feel it too, but we can make a good enough assessment without it."
Calder lowers his chin.
"It is safe to say that they are going to act against Him. And when I mean act, I mean they will, for the 1st time, pushback against his cryptic expressions with a divisive maneuver." – the black haired male explains.
"I'm in accordance with that. There is definite movement with the Council. I heard rumors that two of the members were rushing off to leave the Temple as quickly as possible."
Hector's possible action list was shrinking. Through his relationship with Menson, an axiom was soon added to it. The content – surprising views on a matter are the norm. The Temple guard heard stories, takes about the 'insightful' Padawan before their first meeting. They were proven to be astonishingly precise. With all of this in mind, a belief that the Council would not improve their diligence or the Force, the World will not push them to a situation, where action against him must be taken, was treated as a falsehood not once.
"Did you happen to hear, which two?"
"One Padawan did mention Mundi."
"This all but confirms Calder's hypothesis."
Suddenly, Hector's communicator starts blinking.
"Hah? At this time?" – the enthusiastic one hyperbolizes his perplexity.
The trio concentrate their attention on the incoming call.
"Yes."
"It's me."
Everyone knew the person's voice. With it came, the raise of severity in this situation (like it wasn't high enough).
"I'm here along with Calder & Arnold."
"Their presence is not needed."
"You want us to leave?" – Arnold asks with respect.
"I would prefer that, Arnold. The information I've obtained today is of grandiose nature. Not to mention, important to be as contained as possible."
"You know, how the dynamics of It work, right?"
"Yes, Calder."
"Hector will have to inform us of it."
"Fine. Just as soon as I present the entirety of the situation to him."
The two Padawans were more in the positive sphere than the negative sphere, when it came to the allowance of this short-term secrecy.
"Well then. Better not waste anyone's time."
Calder turns his face to Arnold.
"Want to join me in having some waffles in a refectory?"
"Only if we take some salad first."
"Fine, my friend." – the apricot orange skinned male agrees with a friendly, miniscule disapproval of such a turn of events.
The duo walk over to the lift & descend the Temple's tower.
"They're gone."
"Good. Now for the news."
"You called them grandiose."
"Believe me, they are far-reaching, maybe even more than you can conceive, my friend."
"If you so. Let me get into position."
The Temple guard walks over back to his unilluminated spot, the same one he occupied before Arnold's arrival.
"Well. What is it?"
A minute of silence.
"It concerns…Every…Aspect…Of the Alliance."
"Then I can't wait no longer without the knowledge of it."
"I must warn you to not descend into complete craziness after hearing it."
"I can't wait any longer, friend."
The farseeing one deeply exhales; normally, such an action is followed up by not so great information, regardless of the activity sphere it affects.
"I've found another Sith Lord."
The 36 year old took a fair amount of seconds to process the statement. Near the end, the idea that Oswald might brake every 'there is no way' block within his mind was highly likely.
"A Sith Lord."
"Correct."
"How sure of this finding are you?"
"100%." – Mundi's Padawan says with a substantial quantity of callousness behind the voice.
"That is greatly worrisome."
"It gets even worse."
He nods.
"He is situated on the same planet, where you and the others reside right now."
Another block shatters.
"Should I expect any good news now, my friend?"
Menson just slightly moves his head to both sides a few times. Sadness becomes visible on his face.
"It gets even more worse."
"I don't think I'm ready for more of this. Yet, this type of severe danger to the Alliance in the grand scheme and all of us Force sensitives in the minor scheme cannot be ignored."
"Sometimes reality just does not stop building hurdles for some."
"What is the last bit that is not good to the Cause?"
"The fact that he holds a position within the Republic Senate and in Force presence, presumably, ability also outclasses Master Yoda."
"You realize the implication of that?"
"It is definitely dreadful."
"That would make your known Sith Lord the most powerful Force sensitive in the Galaxy."
"At least we're looking at the same big picture."
"I don't think there are enough words to describe how bad all of this is."
"Probably not, my friend, but we must push on. I have a task for you."
"It being?"
"The Force is warning me of the coming events. They…Certainly feel as if they are part of the 'live or die' circle."
"Enemies from both sides?"
Menson nods.
"How can I help you out then?"
"Inform the EML of a change in plans. They must prepare a fleet of this arrangement: 40/20/1. Afterwards, state that they'll be receiving an 'alright' signal from you every 4 hours exactly. Said signal you will transmit to them after I transmit it to you."
"So I'm the resender in this situation."
"In some aspect, yes. Anyway, if said signal is not received in a maximum of a 2 minute delay, the fleet moves to Naboo and may engage in a space battle. The opponent might be the Confederacy or the Republic; I can't forecast that much."
"Understood. Anything more to add?"
"Yes. The same signal that triggers their open participation also activates an operation of the FSL."
"Codename?" – Hector asks in a serious way.
"M.O."
"Are you sure?" – a quick second question presents itself.
"That is the best option to preserve all factions of the Alliance. The information that we've exchanged right now will be detrimental at any time. Moreover, its hazardous potential grows with every hour. And you still have the Sith Lord on Coruscant."
"If you believe it is our best way forward, I trust you, my friend. I'll just have to take at least 10 minutes to process all of news that you've presented."
"A manageable delay. I only wish you don't rest 30 minutes. Time has become a dangerously expensive currency."
"Enough said."
They nod to each other as a way of saying goodbye.
Just before 4 o'clock in the afternoon on Naboo. Mundi's Padawan had returned to Miss Varna's village-type house. The warmth of the food had evaporated, consequently, its allure faded. Normally beings don't eat cold food. Out of respect for his host the 19 year old ate the presented meal, but not in a very enthusiastic way. While he was sitting at the table in the kitchen, his head was raised down, lost within itself. Miss Varna had some business to attend to away from home, so she was absent. Alexander, Jeremy were spending time together in their room. The atmosphere preached the idea of a vacuum.
15 minutes passed, dinner was finished. A subconscious urge to identify the Tholothian girl's current condition navigated the Force sensitive being to the appropriate place.
"Good. It appears that the Mind Shock effect has wayed."
The 12 year old looked to be in a state of total calmness, her mind was more than likely lost in the clouds. The tendrils flowed down around her sides in a way that would imply their embracement of being stared at as a work of art. Suddenly, the insightful one senses a familiar presence getting nearer.
"Alex." – he says, while turning his head 90 degrees.
"I take it you've ate my mom's food."
"That I have."
The young Human male walks over to the door entering the guests' room. A quick piecing together of the facts allows him to correctly assess the situation.
"You've noticed?"
"What?"
"The change in her condition."
"Oh yeah."
Oswald look back at his partner.
"Before she seemed to be in a coma. Now she looks like a simple person in deep sleep."
"Her sleeping might be simple, my friend, but I wouldn't class her as a 'simple person'."
"Because she's a Force sensitive?"
"Exactly."
Alexander took a minute to examine Menson's facial expression. It protruded a sign that should not have been neglected.
"You seem worried, Oswald?"
"I believe some level concern should be upheld when it comes to her shape."
The response was delayed.
"You believe it might happen again?"
"That is not the whole story, Alex."
"There is more to it?"
The Force sensitive slowly turns his head; a face change is enacted. Indecisiveness was the best way to identify, what was been shown.
"How she recovers from this one is hard to predict. How her perception of me will change? The World? The future?"
Eyes backshift to Katooni.
"It is all fragile."
Alexander puts a palm on Oswald's shoulder.
"Then let's just hope for the best."
"I see it as the best option, too."
The duo leave the entrance to the guests' room.
"Sir! Incoming signal from Coruscant!" – One person shouts.
"Tactic examination put on hold. We have a more crucial matter right now." – John states.
The information presented in the substantial hollo-projector vanishes. A face concealed figure appears before the gathered ones.
"Authentication code, please."
"The Extra Military League, short for EML, is ready to act in ways that would help preserve freedom through the Galaxy. Now… prove your identity. "
The secrecy preferred one wastes little time.
""I'm Lord Shadow. Co-founder this organization with the signing of the Treaty of Heremoneless Retraining. You swore that you would assist in the movement to eliminate the tyrants of the Galaxy."
"Identity confirmed."
"Identity confirmed."
"Greetings, Lord Shadow. I presume you're calling us out of urgency."
"Correct, Commander John. A negative shift has occurred recently that could prove to be decisive in our goal."
"You've obtained valuable knowledge?" – Theodor asks.
The figure shifts his attention.
"That honor goes to Lord Mist. Anyway, that doesn't matter. What matters is what new information I have to present to you."
"We're ready to hear it, Lord Shadow."
"You must prepare a fleet of a 40/20/1 arrangement. The scenario goes as follows. I'll be transmitting an all clear signal every four hours exactly. If said signal fails to reach your responder in a maximum of a 2 minute delay, said fleet must begin immediate, swift preparation for a journey to Naboo. Possibility of a space battle is highly likely. Understood?"
"Yes, sir!" – John & Theodor answer in synchrony.
"Till next time, Commander John, Vice-Commander Theodor."
The figure disappears.
"You heard Lord Shadow! I want everybody to be as vigilant as possible. We might be appearing in a fight quite soon."
An overflow of conversations commenced around the hollo-projector. It would appear that the beings had heard something that was either completely new or only covered in paper. Contrary to the trend was a male, sitting in a chair near a corner.
"This is the type of news that will get me what I crave."
A malevolent, greedy smile appears in a shroud way – while the head is turned to the wall and lowered. Almost as if… There was an ulterior motive that needed to be undisclosed.
Ahsoka had her head slightly tilted to the nearest wall, thoughts of reuniting with her fellow friend created some positivity in her emotional sphere. The circumstances of their last encounter were far from perfect. She didn't even try to hide that reality.
"I was hurt, crushed by the disgusting actions of the Council. That day…That single day can still fill me with so much anger. I must not allow it to consume me."
Her attention rapidly shifted to Menson and his emotional state.
"On the opposite, I saw Oswald pretty happy that day. He treated my decision to leave the Order with respect, saw both paths of my future. Did not misinterpret the reality of my situation. Such a unique ability – to foresee so much."
Some reservations around the blonde male's mood appeared from out of nowhere.
"If there is something that can cause Oswald severe harm, it is his unwillingness to share the complete view. Amazingly shrewd person. Honestly,…"
She gasps.
"…You can't ever know the accurate amount of how much he knows."
Her lips rearrange themselves to express grimness.
"That unwillingness can create a lot of mistrust between him & whoever is questioning him. Add to the fact that the Force is sending me waves of uncertainty, I might… Have some issues from the start."
A surge of reassurance of herself reshapes the viewpoint of the future.
"I've got some issues of my own. I've known him for a while. He has always cared for the ones, who are honest, loyal, helpful and willing to act in spite of the dangers surrounding them."
The 17 year old Togrutan female achieves a peaceful state of mind.
"It's not long now, Oswald."
Close to 23:00 Coruscant Time. The duo of Force sensitives that left Hector alone in one of the Temple's towers were nearing their destination – the Temple's refectories. The hallway was pleasantly lit, no one was walking in either direction around them.
"You & your salads." – Calder says in a half funny, half criticizing way.
"You know that constant eating of waffles would not let you maintain your current physique."
"Of course not. But I don't eat waffles very often, Arnold."
"Your body attests to that, Calder."
The apricot orange skinned male takes treats the last statement as a sweet compliment. Suddenly, a Force sensitive walks out from one of the cafeteria's.
"Padawans. Good evening."
"Good evening, Master Tedra."
"Your active at this hour?"
"What can we say, we don't like waiting very long for our food." – Calder responds.
"As I recall, patience is a virtue, Padawan."
"I would say circumstances dictate the right course of action, Master Tedra."
"That it might, but some principles of the Order should be upheld in any situation."
"Definitely, Master, but I really don't see the productiveness of having such a attentive talk at 11 o'clock in the evening."
"Good point, Padawan. Treat yourself well. Have a good evening."
"You too, Master Tedra." – both Padawans state.
23:00, somewhere in space. An incoming transmission is picked up.
"Yes."
"Are you on route to the location that we've agreed upon?"
"Yes. I'm on my way."
"A drastic change of plans. I need you to make a detour to Naboo as soon as possible."
"Reason?"
"There is something extraordinary precious & dangerous there."
"Does it involve any Masters?"
"None that my senses could pick up. Which is why your speed is crucial to the success of this unforeseen operation."
"Alright. I'll acquire the necessary things for the mission and inform you of my direct departure."
A nod is shown, the transmission ends.
"There is one crucial lesson you should learn, Raich."
The Human male senator tilts his head from side to side a couple of times; a fairly standard procedure, when waying similarly valued actions in the future.
"The Senate has become more of a battleground of power than a place where representatives try to achieve an equally beneficial deal for both planets or systems."
"So any incriminating information that can be acquired…"
"…Becomes the currency." – Senator Avergreen finishes.
"I don't think I would be here if I hadn't figured it out previously."
"Probably not."
"You should take it more as an encouragement to continue to be vigilant." – Marshall Sezk gives his take on the matter at hand.
"That is what I take from this, Marshall."
The trio were in close proximity in the relaxation lounge of the Senate building.
Midnight, hyperspace. Two Galactic Republic Venator-class Star Destroyers (in this case, treated as Flagships, since they were prepared as an Attack Cruiser, Fighter Carrier and Troop Carrier) were travelling through hyperspace. Their was an ongoing conversation through a hollo-projector on the ship that was further back.
"With the 'over boost' function, the Venator's will reach Naboo 4 hours faster than the Nu-class transport shuttle." – Windu mentions.
"Which in turn means we'll save 4 hours of travelling." – Koth adds his perspective.
"Correct." – Yoda states.
"I truly hope you understand the incoming repercussions to the Order, Mace."
"We had few options, Ki. Menson's cryptic, enigmatic, maybe even cunning character is a substantial risk in the War. The spread of the dark side on Naboo leads me to believe there is something greater going on here that we know, or even worse, Menson knows."
"My Padawan is currently the most powerful & potentially trial ready Padawan of the Order."
"True your words might be, but neglected the Force signals mustn't be." – Yoda counters Mundi's point.
"Everyone on the Council knows of his distinctive ability to anticipate the future. It is…Sad to know that there might never be another Padawan like him for a very long time."
"Also true, Mace, but the Order's principles must be maintained. We cannot allow Padawans to hide important information from the Council." – Koth says.
Mundi turns his head to the Zabrak male.
"I'm sorry if I don't trust your level of care for my Padawan's health."
"Come to this it has. Sad. We'll bring him in without any conflict if the Force is with us."
"Of course, Master Yoda."
The conversation ends.
Barely past 18:00 on Naboo. Several minutes ago the blonde male had found an appeal with a modestly unconventional idea. It centered around the place to meditate. Rather than position oneself in a traditional leg crossed manner on solid ground, Oswald came to a conclusion that for such a miraculously concerning state of affairs a change in meditating procedure might prove to be beneficial. Before proceeding to delve back into the Living Force, the 19 year old did voice his appreciation to Mis Varna for the food. Usually, leaving loose ends creates unnecessary problems in the future. There was a stop put on this at the very start. Now, Katooni's partner sat on a tree branch, which was closest to the ground.
"It would certainly not be good to land with my back on the ground."
After a bit of quick evaluation, both palms gripped the branch beneath his legs & eyes shut. The sight was the familiar one, nothing staggeringly different to be pointed out.
"Everything appears to be the same."
He looks around himself; no sign of the gorgeous, celestial Human female.
"No intermediator? I can live with that." – the Force sensitive says.
The confidence level raises fairly lightly.
"How sure of it are you?"
Menson did not hesitate for a split second to connect the voice with the appropriate person.
"I'm confident in my abilities to overcome the new hurdles in front of me."
She shows a cryptic smile.
"Are you being insincere?"
"I wouldn't term it that way."
"Than how would you term it?"
"Reluctancy to play the game." – the 19 year old answers coldly.
The sea beneath them starts shifting up and down.
"What game?"
"The guessing game with you. If I ask the question that can't let my mind rest, you probably will want a guess from me before revealing the answer."
She smiles in the same fashion again.
"That would be the way I want it."
"Not surprising."
"Hah! It isn't very easy to surprise you."
"And yet – you have a clear advantage over me."
"And you – over almost every Force sensitive."
That fact was true; there was nothing he can counter with.
"Fine. I want to know, what have I unleashed into this World?"
"What is your guess?"
"That it is some kind of archaic…Sith phenomena."
A minute of silence appears.
"A sufficient answer, Oswald. You are close to the Truth."
"That is good. Otherwise, I would have considered the view that my specialty is deteriorating."
"I can confirm it is not, but it can prove to be a lot more painful with the raising dark side within you."
"Emotions."
"Yes. That is a part of who you are. You cannot avoid the bond that they possess with your mind."
"Probably not. Now… What has transpired with the Bridger?"
"Pretty self-explanatory. You've unlocked its hidden ability."
"Alright. What is it?"
The tiara possessor's face turns from slightly cheerful to serious in a second.
"The Bridger possessed an ability to revitalize certain genes. These genes historically were named…"
Another minute of silence.
"…The Destructive genes."
"That is something that I've not heard about or read about in my entire life."
"Not surprising, given the fact they were supposed to be exterminated from existence."
"Exterminated? That hardly seems logical."
"Why do you presume that?"
"Well, a Sith possesses features that are easily interpreted as destructive by a Padawan as a minimum. There has never been a documented year, where there were no Sith in the Galaxy. So, why didn't the Sith want to keep these… Destructive genes intact?"
"Imagine a scenario, where the only goal of one's existence is to destroy everything in its path… Everything."
"Everything?"
"To the last grain of sand."
"That sounds crazy."
"Why?"
"There is no sustainability in that."
"Correct, Oswald. That is exactly what members of the dark side came to realize."
She turns her head to the right.
"How about a visual history lesson?"
"If it provides the explanation, let us proceed."
"Very well."
A cloud appears in the light blue atmosphere on Menson's left; quickly, a somewhat of a motion picture lays itself out within the cloud.
"A long time ago, the Sith were very strong, powerful. They had the upper hand in the eternal struggle with the Jedi. Through their glory years, an unprecedented event occurred. A dark side user's eyes became red… candy red, as you have recently seen. At first, they did not know, what it was. Year went & with study of the person with the red eyes, other dark side users noticed the distinctive characteristics. They did not care for domination of the Galaxy… Enslavement… Riches. Their only goal… Was to destroy. That was the singular aspect of their actions in the Physical World. More time passed and a Sith Lord figured out that this distinctiveness was sealed away in the genetic construction of an individual. Also, they were extremely rare. That Sith Lord called these genes the Destructive ones and termed the Sith with those genes as a sub-category of dark side users."
"What happened to them?"
"They became to dangerous to not only the Jedi, but the Sith as well. So an absurd event occurred. The Jedi & the Sith, mortal, eternal enemies of one another, banded together to get rid of all of the Destructive users. After a long campaign, their goal seemed to be achieved. No single Force sensitive appeared to have those candy red eyes anymore."
"But that wasn't the end of it, was it?"
"As you witnessed, there presence continued on. The reason being – one of the 3 last of their kind managed to create objects that could revitalize the genes within an individual, who had them at their birth."
"Their enemy didn't know this?"
"No. They did not. So, the objects were scattered by both parties of the Alliance. The genes remained dormant for a long time. Through each generation, they achieved more and more of a 'legend' status."
She turns her head to a direction that makes their eyes in direct opposition of one another.
"Then Lord Quasar acquired the object that you know hold. Fortunately, he did not know of the hidden ability."
"And the unfortunate part?"
"He used the primary ability & quickly realized that it might be too dangerous to be kept in the known sphere. As most Sith, he despised the Jedi, so the possibility of getting it was naturally met with animosity. Moreover, he did not want any Sith to find him, since their quest for power could lead them to a position that was at odds with Quasar."
"Given all that, he wouldn't destroy it?"
"No. Similar to you, Lord Quasar valued its function as far too precious to be cast away to history. As a precautionary measure, the Bridger was placed in a polished, grey, steel box. Knowing that it may not be enough, he sat out to conceal it somewhere, where it would be the most unlikely place to find it. So, on a mission to hide it, he was intercepted by enemies and shot down, which…"
"Which?"
"Led to him crashing on Xenis. As you've witnessed, it is a desolate wasteland. With each passing day, his life came closer to the end. Realizing the nearness of his death, Quasar jumped into the ravine, where you fell, and placed in the way you found it. On the same day, his life ended and the object was lost for a whole millennium."
Out of nowhere, the cloud disappears.