Chapter 16: The Tomb of Vodal Kressh

When Quinlan came to, he was laying in his own bed, his head throbbing painfully, and he groaned, turning over. It was like the worst hangover he ever had, and Quinlan Vos had a lot of hangovers. He whimpered as he stood up, and he staggered out of his room, hand on the wall to brace himself as he shuffled down the hall toward the cockpit. When he got there, Kenobi was at the helm, lazily looking over the readouts as he plotted their course, the pitch black of space in the viewport.

"When did we come out of hyperspace?" Quinlan mumbled, dropping into the co-pilot's chair with a groan, fingers massaging his temples.

"A few hours ago. You were out for a while."

"Oh. Well, when do we hit the next route?" Obi-Wan chuckled.

"Not for a long while."

"Uh, Felucia isn't that far from the Shaltin Tunnels." He felt hazy. He might have been wrong.

"We're well past that, Quin, our next destination is Moraband." Obi-Wan watched as the Master looked down and bit his lip. He didn't need to Force to know that the man felt foolish. "It's alright. You were out for a while."

"What did you do to me?"

Kenobi smirked. "I had my way with you, of course. You just keep asking for it, I had to comply."

Quinlan smiled softly at that. "You weren't very gentle."

"Sorry. I'm rusty." The Kiffar laughed at that, easing into the chair and putting his feet up on the control console.

"Was I good at least?"

"Oh yes."

Quinlan smiled, felt Obi-Wan reaching out to him through the Force, and the aching throb in his head began to ease. "Really, though, what did you do?"

He didn't say anything for a moment, sharp blue eyes focusing on the blackness of space before he quietly said, "I have altered the mind trick." When Quinlan was silent, he sighed and continued. "Instead of using the Force to coax someone into doing something, or giving up information, I...bypass the suggestion part of it. It's not directed at the subject anymore, it's directed at their mind."

"...you're forcing the mind open." Kenobi nodded. "That doesn't seem like something the Council would approve of."

"You're right, they wouldn't."

Quinlan smirked. "Obi-Wan Kenobi, you continue to surprise me. That is exceedingly clever."

"You think?"

"Yeah. I hate that it was directed at me, and that I couldn't do anything to stop it, but I like the innovation." Quinlan smirked. "Think how useful that can be."

"Oh, I have..."

"You need to teach me to resist it, Obi-Wan, you have to. Things could get really bad on Athiss, and psychometry is going to make things dangerous for me. The stronger my defense, the better I can do my job. Can you teach me?"

Obi-Wan sighed wearily. "I can try, yes. Quinlan, look, I shouldn't even be doing things like that. The Council wouldn't approve of it and it feels like it's...crossing a line, you know?"

Quinlan punched the other man's shoulder. "I'll keep your secret. The Council has thought I have been walking a line between the Light and the Dark for years. They don't like that I play hard and fast with the rules, but I couldn't do my job if I didn't. Obi, we are hunting the kriffing Sith. I think the ends will justify the means here."

The Dark pulsed inside him. Quinlan was right, he was right about all of it. Obi-Wan had been so focused on his flirting with the Dark Side, he had forgotten the bigger picture; he was hunting Sith. The Dark Side was a weapon, and Obi-Wan vowed to use it. The far sight the Jedi side of him so prided would not be lost again. Everything was for this end. Everything. If he could use the Dark Side against them, then so much the better.

"You've given me something to think about, Quinlan. Thank you."

"So, are we going to practice?"

Obi-Wan shook his head. "To be honest, the only defense is strong mental fortitude. If your mental defenses aren't iron tight, I'll be able to get in."

"...you're about to tell me to meditate, aren't you?"

"I am, yes." He drew his legs up into the chair, crossing them under him and smiling as Quinlan groaned loudly.

"I hate meditation."

"I know, Quin, but I'm going to as well. I need to meditate on what you've said, and you, my friend, need to strengthen your defenses. I'll need you at your best when we reach Athiss."

"Yeah, yeah...you know, I liked you better when you were taking advantage of me."

Obi-Wan smiled. "Believe me, that won't be the last time."


Athiss turned out to be more beautiful than Obi-Wan imagined, the entire planet dotted with large areas of forest between a red, rocky landscape. He flew the ship low in the atmosphere, looking for an ideal place to land.

"It's hard to believe that this was a Sith world," Quinlan muttered. "I always thought they'd be, you know, always night, or on fire or something."

"Yeah, me too. I thought it would be more like Dathomir." His sharp eyes saw what looked like the crumbling ruins of a city, and Quinlan pointed out the window at it."

"Kenobi, there."

"I saw it too." He flipped the ship around and sped off toward the ruins, setting down on a hill not far away. The ship powered down, and he ran a quick analysis of the planet, reading the feed quickly and sighing. "It's a Type 1 atmosphere, so no breathing masks or safety suits."

"What a relief, I hate those things. Let's collect the things we need, I'll meet you outside." And with that, Quinlan dashed off, leaving Obi-Wan to properly shut down the ship and return to his room.

He opened the wooden chest and collected his new sabers, clipping one to each hip, and going through the pack on his bed, withdrawing some basic first aid supplies and putting them in a small pack he attached to his belt as well. If they sustained any injuries that were more severe than what he packed for, it was likely they'd be dead by the time they returned to the ship anyway. Preparations complete, he turned from his room and left the ship.

Quinlan was already outside, the sharp eyes of the tracker surveying the land. When he felt Kenobi approach, he quickly said, "What we have here is a tomb of some kind, but it looks like it had been excavated a long time ago."

"Are we wasting our time here?"

"Negative, boss." He pointed, Kenobi's eyes following his finger to a distant hill. "It seems like this was a secondary tomb. The primary one would be over there."

"You sure?"

"I'd bet a bottle of Corellian brandy on it." Obi-Wan's eyebrow arched, and Quinlan flashed him a smile. "I love Corellian brandy."

"Good enough for me. Lead on."

The tracker leapt down the hill, Obi-Wan close on his heals as Quinlan did what he did best. They raced past the tomb, and sure enough, there was a small, cut path through the thick woods leading up the hill that overlooked the tomb they landed in. The trees thinned out at the top of the hill, and Obi-Wan and Quinlan looked down on a shallow valley, the trees cleared, and pillars of red stone rising up into the sky. Tall, black statues of hooded figures rose out of the ground, surrounding an ancient, walled temple, hieroglyphs etched deeply into the stone.

"Hey, Quinlan?"

"Hmm?"

"This planet has been abandoned since before the Old Republic."

"That is a long time."

"Yeah. So who cut that path?" Quinlan looked at the younger Jedi, face hard and serious.

"It could be the wildlife."

"Yeah, maybe." He took a deep breath, feeling the Dark Side stir in him as he looked upon the Temple. "I don't know if that's a tomb or a Temple, but we need to exercise caution. Don't touch anything when we get in there. You're going to be exposed to the Dark Side in its full force if you aren't careful."

Quinlan nodded. "I feel cold."

"...that's the Dark Side." His hand stroked the saber at his hip. "Stay close. I don't want to get separated." The tracker nodded, and the two Jedi slowly picked their way down the hill toward the Temple.

It was bigger than Obi-Wan had thought, but when he stood before it, it wasn't nearly as impressive. Everything was in a state of erosion and decay, and it didn't look like this place would be around for much longer, the years and the wilderness taking its toll. Quinlan stayed close to him, hands clasped tightly behind him.

"Are you getting any reading off this place, Quin?" The Master shook his head.

"No. If there's any residual darkness out here, I can't feel it. It's just cold."

"That doesn't bode well. I'm not an expert, but if you can't feel anything, then the events that happened here have just been lost to time. But you are feeling the Dark Side. Something is here. Now."

"Is it the Sith Lord?"

"I..." He shook his head. "I don't think so, no. When I sensed Maul, it was extremely intense. This isn't even close."

"Maybe he's concealing himself."

"That could be. Come on." They edged closer to the Temple, and through the Force, they reached an understanding; there was nowhere to go but inside. They passed under the massive archway leading into the Temple, and like on Dathomir, the light seemed to extinguish when they stepped inside. Both men immediately drew their lightsabers, the bright blue and green lights allowing them to see just in front of them, but the darkness was thick, oppressive, and nearly drowned out the light of the plasma blades. The hallway ended in a staircase leading deep into the ground, and with nowhere else to go, the Jedi descended.

The stairs seemed to last forever, but eventually, a faint blue light could be seen far below them, and the Jedi sped up, leaping down the remaining steps and rushing toward the light. Torches burned blue along the walls at the end of the steps, illuminating the hallway in an eerie blue glow, a huge stone door at the end of the long hall. The two Jedi deactivated their sabers.

"Hey, Obi-Wan. It's really cold down here."

"I know. I feel it." And he did, he really felt it. The deeper they went, the louder the Dark Side spoke to him, commanded him to surrender, but Obi-Wan was having none of it. He closed his eyes, breathing deep and allowed the darkness to flow through him, but he held the reins. He felt it rush through him like a snarling beast, pacing and restless, but perfectly controlled, his entire being flooded with the cold, but burning with power. "Come on. I don't want to be here longer than necessary."

Quinlan nodded, and the two of them went to the door, a huge, massive thing emblazoned with gold hieroglyphs. Digging deep into the Force, the Kiffar tried to force the door open, but to no avail. "Well, that's not going to work. Any ideas, what's written on the door?"

Kenobi ran his hands over the carved letters, could feel the power of them, felt the dark in him drawn to them. "Dzworokka yun; nyâshqûwai, nwiqûwai. Wotok tsawakmidwanottoi, yuntok hyarutmidwanottoi. It's Sith doctrine, the Rule of Two. Two there should be, no more, no less; one to embody power, the other to crave it."

"Do they still believe that?"

"I don't know. I think they must. But if it's true, then we're too late. The Sith Lord will already have a new apprentice if he's following his code."

Quinlan nodded, face serious. "There's nothing we can do about that now. Can we do anything about this door?"

"...I don't know. Let me try something." Laying his hands upon the black stone, Kenobi channeled the Dark Side, felt the power rage through him and strongly commanded, "Taka zeech ma toka duuwaj."

The Temple seemed to rumble as the door shook, the gold writing glowing brightly, and then slowly began to open, the air sucked from the hallway like a vacuum as musty, stale air surrounded them, leaving the Jedi coughing and sputtering for breath, the wind tunnel causing the torches to go out and leaving the Jedi in darkness once again.

After they caught their breath, the dust finally settled and their eyes adjusted, widening in awe. The door opened into enormous room, tall black statues lining edges of the subterranean temple, a large staircase leading up to an alter of some kind. The entire area was bathed in purple light from the torches that lined every column and burned in large, obsidian brasiers. Unlike the Temple outside, this one was perfectly preserved, shielded from the elements over thousands of years.

"Obi-Wan," Quinlan said softly. "This place feels like it's been locked in time, I am going to be able to get readings here."

"I get that feeling too." The Dark Side lurched inside him, struggling inside him for freedom, for dominance, and it took everything inside him to control the roaring Force. He stepped inside the large chamber, his footsteps echoing in the spacious cavern, Quinlan following closely behind him.

"It's really cold in here, Obi."

"I know." His entire being was swimming in the Dark Side, his careful control starting to slip as waves of pleasure began to rush through him, leaving him feeling intoxicated. Focus, focus, there is no passion, there is serenity.

Quinlan felt it first; his senses were sharper, his defenses stronger, and his mind wasn't hazy with the Dark Side. He activated his green lightsaber, the Master's sharp eyes piercing through the darkness. "Obi-Wan, look alive, there's something out there."

He reached out to Quinlan through the Force, touched his mind, and the strength of his walls strengthened his own. His Jedi focus returned, and Kenobi's head cleared as the Dark Side bowed to him. He drew his own saber, blue blade hissing alive. He was ready. He was scared and he was furious, but he was ready. The Dark Side was his ally. He would not be stopped.

"Hey, Obi-Wan?"

"Hmm?"

"Didn't the Council say this place was uninhabited?" Cold, glowing yellow eyes appeared in the dark corners of the temple, slowly coming near and hissing and growling.

"...yuuuuup."

"I think they might have been wrong about that."

"The Council has been wrong about a great many things recently." They stood back to back, the owners of the eyes creeping on all fours into the purple light. At one point, these creatures may have been human or near human, but now they were feral, savage, eyes blazing yellow with the Dark Side. They were saturated in it, their entire being warped and twisted, corrupted by the Dark Side for countless generations, and they now surrounded the Jedi, hundreds of them on all sides.

"We need a plan," Quinlan hissed through clenched teeth. "Come on, you're the smart one."

"We can't be surrounded, that's for sure." His sharp eyes darted around the cavern, the long walkway extending behind them to the alter at the top of the staircase, then back to the doorway they came through. The creatures were thickest at their only escape. Feral as they may be, the creatures were intelligent. "Quinlan, we need to head up to the alter behind us. Escaping doesn't seem possible at the moment, and I need time to think of a plan."

"We should split-"

"No, I split up with Luminara on my last mission, and it ended badly, we are not splitting up."

Quinlan nodded. "We jump then. You ready?" Obi-Wan nodded, and with a quick smile, the two Jedi back flipped over the creatures as they rushed toward the Jedi and they landed on the path behind the howling beasts. The Jedi took off running for the alter.

The feral creatures were fast, much faster than Obi-Wan expected. They had been saturated in the Dark Side, so it made sense that the creatures had the strength and speed of a Force sensitive, if not the training. They would leap out at the Jedi from the sides, and the lightsabers would strike them down. Obi-Wan briefly considered turning and making a stand, fighting and killing them all, but their numbers were far too great, even for two Jedi Knights. As they rushed ahead, no creatures appeared before them, and the alter was appearing their best bet to get the high ground and prevent themselves from being surrounded.

The Dark Side within him roared to life. He and Quinlan were going to die in a Sith tomb on a forgotten world in the Outer Rim, so very far from home. Kenobi felt the rage build within him, burning like fire through his veins, and he skidded to a stop, saber drawn and ready.

Quinlan was halfway up the steps before he realized the other Jedi was not with him, was instead standing at the base of the stairs, saber held in front of him and ready to face the wave that followed. "Obi-Wan, what are you doing! Come on!"

"I have an idea. Get up to the alter, if there's something there, you grab it and learn everything." Quinlan looked carefully at his friend and slowly nodded, Kenobi smiling as he looked at his fellow knight before he turned back, lightsaber raised and ready to face the oncoming storm. Quinlan could have sworn it was a trick of the light, but as Obi-Wan turned from him, his eyes were blazing yellow.

Kenobi raised his free hand, the Force flowing cold within him as he reached out to the hoard, eyes narrowed in cold, raw fury. The Dark Side raged through him, completely uncontrolled, and he loved every second of it, reveled in the power that burned in his veins. Feeling the Force roar inside him, he met the yellow eyes of the encroaching throng and commanded, "Ur-kaa!"

The weight of the Force was behind his words, and the entire hoard stopped dead in their tracks, standing up on two feet and hissing at the Jedi, but Kenobi would have none of it. One of the creatures lunged for him, and he held out his hand, reached through the Force to grip the creature by the throat, squeezing tighter and tighter until a wet snap echoed through the cavern, and the creature hung limp, its neck snapped.

Pleasure flooded Kenobi's body as he released the creature, it's body crumpled in a lifeless heap, and he felt his power spike, the Dark Side raging and manic within him, his yellow eyes burning as he felt the darkness pulse and beat within him. "Lenkti negu nun."

The hoard cowered, shaking and dropping to their knees, their fearsome growls turning to pathetic whimpers as if they were in pain. Obi-Wan smiled cruelly, eyes narrowing as he increased the pressure of the Force on the creatures until they became still, yellow eyes looking up at him as they bowed on the ground.

"Obi! What's happening?"

He felt the presence of the Jedi at the top of the steps, but his domination of the creatures did not release. "I have control of them for the moment. Have you found anything?"

"Yeah, one of the braziers up here has been used recently."

"Can you see anything?"

"I don't know, I haven't tried yet."

"Quinlan! Stop wasting time, I-"

"I'm waiting for you Obi-Wan. I need you with me if I start to slip."

"Quinlan, I'm a little busy..." Could he do it? Was it possible he could exert passive control over the creatures? He reached out through the Dark Side and felt the primal fear of the Temple dwellers as they cowered. They felt...docile. Kenobi took a deep breath, maintaining his domination of the pathetic creatures as he turned away from them and started up the steps. Quinlan watched the scene cautiously, gripping his lightsaber tightly in case something went wrong, in case the hoard bucked against the control and attacked suddenly, but nothing happened. As Obi-Wan left them, they scattered, crawling away with shrill whimpers and hiding in the dark, yellow eyes wide and fearful. "What did you do?" the Kiffar asked the other Jedi as he joined him at the top of the stairs. Quinlan looked his friend over carefully, his bright blue eyes dilated in the low lighting. The yellow he saw there before must have been a trick of the light.

"They are like any other animal, you can use the Force to tame and control them."

"You sure?"

Kenobi looked out over the Temple. Most of the creatures were gone, but several waited in the shadows, fearful yellow eyes flashing in the darkness, and others were just milling about. A small group sat around on the ground, snarling and hissing as they fought over the creature that Obi-Wan had killed. He reached out with the Dark Side, forcefully pushing at the frenzied creatures in the hall, and they scattered, scrambling back to the shadows, away from the half-eaten body.

"Yeah, pretty sure." He sighed, relaxing into the embrace of the Dark Side, his control solidly in place, and the darkness within him seemed to purr in satisfaction. Slowly, he was bending the Dark Side to his will, gaining mastery of it, becoming one with it. He looked at Quinlan and smiled easily. "So. What do we have?"

"Time." The Kiffar sighed, flashing a grateful smile at Obi-Wan. "If you really have a handle on this, we can really get a feel of this place."

"We do have time. They aren't a threat anymore."

"So let's begin." Quinlan laid his hands on the stone alter eyes closed as images flashed through his mind, and Kenobi watched him carefully, reaching out with the Force to make certain he was not feeling the pull of the Dark Side, but there was nothing; Quinlan's defenses held strong.

He was silent for a long time, pulling away only when Obi-Wan laid a hand on his shoulder, concerned. "There's a lot here," Quinlan mumbled. "A lot of the memories are faded, they're from so long ago. These creatures used to be humans."

"Temple guardians?"

The Kiffar nodded. "Tomb guardians in service to a Sith Lord called Vordal Kressh. This is a tomb."

"The Tomb of Vordal Kressh," Kenobi mused, stroking his chin. "That explains why the Dark Side was strong enough here to corrupt these creatures." Obi-Wan looked around them, the yellow eyes watching their every move, some of them back to casually moving about the cavern, others dragging the dead around and fighting others over it. He locked eyes with one of the creatures, and it went running, and Obi-Wan smirked; his dominance was still uncontested.

"That isn't all, Obi-Wan, someone else was here. Recently."

"How is that possible, that door we came in hadn't been opened in centuries. You know how the air felt."

"No, you're right." He put his hand back on the alter, reaching into the object's history. "The door hasn't been opened. They came in another way. Should we go looking for it?"

Obi-Wan shook his head. "I don't want to be in more danger than necessary. We don't know what else is in this place. Were the others here? In this room?" Quinlan nodded. "Then they went through another way, but they ended up here. If we are going to find anything, it's going to be here."

Quinlan nodded. "I'm going to get a read on that brazier, see if you can find anything else."

The Kiffar went to examine the large, black stone object in the center of the alter, ashes scattering the ground around it, and Obi-Wan slowly looked over the area, reaching through the Force for anything of significance, but he could find nothing. If there was anything here, it was concealed within the Dark Side, but that was unlikely. It was much more likely that the others that were here before pilfered anything of worth, or there was nothing here to begin with. His sharp eyes caught something flash in the hands of the giant, central statue and he reached out, grabbed it with the Force and brought it down to him.

The orb fit perfectly into the palm of his hand, and his blue eyes narrowed, looking carefully at the swirling green mist within it. It reminded him of the mists of Dathomir, a magical thing that followed the Nightsisters and Mother Talzin like a mark of their power. Kenobi closed his eyes and felt the object through the Force and the Dark Side pulsed, responding to the power of the object.

"Hey, Quinlan!" The Kiffar looked up, frowning. "Do you know what this is?" The Master strode over, carefully took the orb from Obi-Wan's hand, and Kenobi felt the Force surge around the Master and the object.

"I...don't understand what I'm seeing. It's not here."

"What?"

"The images I'm getting aren't from here. They're from other places, but I don't know them. There's...I don't know, lava? A mining facility on a planet covered in lava. Another place, it looks like a Sith shrine, but I don't know where. There's a lot of different places here, Obi-Wan, but I don't know them."

Kenobi took the orb from him, looking at it carefully, trying to make sense of the mist. You know so little, Jedi, Mother Talzin had said to him. Are you so certain you know all the mysteries of this galaxy? And he didn't, he knew that, but he also knew his feelings were rarely wrong. He trusted in the Force, and it was no mistake that Mother Talzin's words came to him now. "We're being watched," he mumbled softly, turning the orb over in his hand. "I don't know how, but this thing is letting someone monitor this place from very, very far away."

"You think the Sith know we're here?"

Kenobi nodded. "They know." He breathed deeply, clutching the object close. "This reminds me of the Nightsisters' use of the Force. We're going to have to stop by Dathomir before we return to Coruscant."

"I agree. That brazier? I was right, it was used recently. By Maul."

A cold pit dropped into Obi-Wan's stomach. "You're sure?"

"Positive. He was with another, a hooded man. I couldn't see his face. I don't know what they were doing, but they were here not too long ago." Quinlan breathed deeply, looking at his friend. "Obi-Wan, if the Sith were here, we need as much information as we can get. We have a lot to go off of, but it isn't enough. We need more information, and you can get it."

"What, me?"

Quinlan nodded and pointed to the yellow eyes in the dark. "Those things used to be human. Maybe they're not intelligent now, but you don't need a great deal of intelligence to read their memories."

The cold snapped at his mind as he felt the Dark Side stir, craving satisfaction. Obi-Wan swallowed hard. "You want me to try and extract memories from them?"

"You did it to me. Doing it to them should be easy. We didn't come all this way to leave the job half finished."

He was right. Kenobi nodded, glaring out at the creatures that crawled about the temple. "Alright. Get back to reading that brazier again, get everything you can from it." He tossed the green orb to the Master. "Try to get a handle on this as well."

"You got it, boss." Quinlan strode off to the alter, touching everything in his way, and Obi-Wan walked down the stairs, his excitement growing with every step. The Dark Side hissed within him, pulsing with power and the will to break free of Obi-Wan's control, but the Jedi kept it contained. He fell easily into the embrace of the darkness, allowing the power to wash over him, and the soft caress of the Dark Side felt...comforting, gentle, whispering promises of power, and Kenobi desired nothing more than this.

He reached out a hand, felt the Force flow through him, and grabbed the attention of one of the creatures scurrying along the floor, commanded it to come to him, and the pale creature looked up, yellow eyes glossy, and slowly shuffled to Kenobi's side, fighting through oppressive fear to crouch before the Jedi. Obi-Wan looked at the shaking creature, holding its mind through the Force, and with a surge of the Dark Side, the Jedi dug into the tomb dweller's mind, opening it up with the Force as the creature howled and screamed, sending its fellows scattering into the shadows.

Obi-Wan's eyes burned as his mind was flooded with memories, mostly of the dark, until he found the dark visage of two, hooded men, red lightsabers blazing and the Dark Side surrounding them like a vicious beast that they controlled completely. Yellow eyes burned from the shadows of their hoods, their hands extended as the hoard of creatures writhed and screamed, clearing the way for the Masters. It was not far off what Obi-Wan himself had done to them earlier, and he felt the Jedi within him recoil in horror at his actions, but the rest of him was pleased. The Dark Side purred in satisfaction, stroked at Kenobi's mind and filled him with pleasure at the domination he held over these creatures. He would have to further develop this skill.

He watched the memory play out, one man dropping his hood to reveal the red, horned head of Darth Maul, but the other never lowered his. Kenobi could just look at that cruel smirk, the glowing, yellow eyes. He could hear them speaking, but could not understand the words, as the creature could no longer understand language, Maul's voice rich, cruel, and the other's much older, raspy, and somehow familiar. He's heard that voice before, or one very like it. Where, where...

Obi-Wan let go, the creature's body going limp upon the ground, and the Jedi grasped his head, pain spiking through it. He knew that voice, but the more he thought of it, the more he focused on it, the more pain lanced through him, but he couldn't stop, he needed to know. Kenobi dropped to his knees, clutching his head as pain rushed through him. He couldn't focus on it, could barely remember the voice from the creature's memory, but he struggled to hold on to it. The Jedi called on the Dark Side to fuel him, guide him through the pain, but the more he grasped for control, the more he felt the darkness slipping through his fingers as it left him.

Obi-Wan collapsed on the ground, his surroundings completely drowned out through the pain that burned in him. The last thing he recalled was Quinlan's muffled, distant voice, and the darkness filling with glowing, yellow eyes.