AN: Dear readers. I am sorry to report that this is the end of this fanfic. Unfortunately, I have run out inspiration for this story. I thank you all for the support you have given this short fanfic, and I hope you will show the same support for my future stories. I have a couple of ideas on what I will be working on next. Until then, enjoy Chapter 8 and the Epilogue of "Greetings, Reclaimer!"

Chapter 8

Luke sat in his office, staring at the floating, spherical droid hovering in front of him. He had asked Guilty Spark to speak with him in his office shortly after the "sentinels" arrived. With him were Mara, Lando, Han and Leia. They all had their own questions to ask the eccentric droid, and were determined to have them answered.

The door slid open and the silver menace itself floated into the room. "Greetings!" the droid said in its cheerful voice. "I have wonderful news! In just a few short days, the first wave of defensive armaments and shields will be delivered here. This installation should be quite defensible in just one month!"

"That's… good to hear, Guilty Spark," Luke said, "but that isn't why I asked you here." The droid tilted to one side, mimicking a tilted head. "We have some questions to ask you."

"I see. Please ask away, Reclaimer. I will answer any questions to the best of my ability."

"We wanted to know more about where you are from. Where the designs for those… 'sentinels' came from. Why you're so invested in turning the Praxeum into a fortress."

The droid was silent for a moment. "I see. It will take a while to explain everything, Reclaimer."

"We have time," Leia assured Guilty Spark.

"Very well Reclaimers," the Monitor said after a moment. "It all began approximately one hundred thousand years ago…"

Guilty Spark told them of the war between the Forerunners and the Flood, and the Forerunners' deployment of the Halo Array. When questioned by a horrified Leia why the Forerunners did such a thing, the droid explained the nature of the Flood, how "one spore could annihilate a species" and, eventually, the galaxy. He told them of how the Forerunners indexed all sentient life in his galaxy, and that they declared humanity to be the inheritors of all they left behind; the Reclaimers, in other words. He then spoke of his first encounters with Reclaimers: the release of the Flood from their imprisonment, the attempt to fire Halo, his installation's destruction; his captivity and subsequent escape from the Coventant; what the Covenant was and its end goal. He told of the Battle of the Ark and his betrayal of the Reclaimers in a fit of rampancy.

To say that the Jedi and former scoundrels present were horrified was an understatement. Leia and Mara were both deathly pale. Han looked like might be sick. Lando simply stared at the droid, as did Luke. He quietly dismissed the droid, and soon the quintet was left alone in the office to process all of this information.

Thank the Force we won't have to deal with anything like that.

Epilogue

It had been well over a decade since Installation Praxeum was destroyed by the Yuuzhan Vong. Evryone had believed that 343 Guilty Spark had died when the Jedi facility was destroyed. But they were mistaken. All this time, the eccentric Monitor had been wandering the cosmos, hitching rides on the occasional passing ship, searching for aimlessly for something. Not even the ancilla knew what he was searching for.

Perhaps it was a new group of Reclaimers to serve. Yes, that made sense. The giant one with the feminine ancilla had shown blatant disregard for protocol. And these Jedi… why he had even bothered in the first place was beyond him. Their mysticism drove him mad.

In the far distance, he saw a planet. There were no signs of artificial satellites or space craft in orbit, but he could detect one thing: Reclaimers.

Guilty Spark steered is commandeered shuttle towards the planet, and circled over one of the larger cities. Curious; it looked to be primarily made up of glass. He banked towards a nearby mountain range and spotted an ancient structure, one that vaguely reminded him of those on Yavin 4. His ship circled the structure and then descended. It landed in the middle of the structure's courtyard.

Guilty Spark instructed the three sentinels who had escaped Installation Praxeum's destruction with him to remain on the ship, and he floated over to the ramp. It lowered with a hiss, gases spilling out from whatever mechanisms spilled them out. He hovered down the ramp and stopped three meters away from it, taking in the features of those before him.

There were many Reclaimers among their number, all with what the Monitor had learned were attractive features. There were also lavender-skinned beings there as well. All wore dark robes and uniforms, and many had those single-bladed plasma swords attached to their belts. Had he stumbled upon yet another group of mystics?

One of them stepped forward. "I am Lady Olaris Rhea of the Lost Tribe of the Sith," the Reclaimer female spoke. "Who – no, what are you?"

Lost Tribe of the Sith? So they were not more Jedi mystics? Splendid! He hovered over the female. "Greetings, Reclaimer!" he said in his ever cheerful voice. "I am 343 Guilty Spark! And I have great need of your assistance."

END

You cannot imagine the evil grin I got when this idea for the epilogue came to me. Again, I hope you enjoyed the final chapters of "Greetings, Reclaimer!" Thank you all for your support. RememberReach312, out.