"How come your report didn't match up with mine?" Ana asked. She had just pulled Theron to the side while Van helped guide the drunk Rhen into the ship. "I wrote your report."

"I assumed you hadn't finished it after we found that mystery fighter!" Theron said. "So I just finished it myself before we landed this morning."

"No, I did finish. So you added that karking crazy in?" Ana asked, torn between concern and anger. "What were you -"

"Thinking?" Theron finished for her. He sighed as her demeanor shifted further into "concern" territory. "I remember this happening. You don't remember the rushes of – of power when we moved between the prisons?"

"Theron, if what you're saying had happened, we would have all remembered it," she said. "And if it had been a vision, Rhen and I would have sensed it."

Theron bit the inside of his lower lip. "I – I suppose," Theron said, just trying to end the conversation. He did remember it all happening. He shook his head to clear his thoughts.

"Guys, we're gone in ten. Get in here so we can open the other dossiers," Van shouted through the Eagle's exterior PA system.

Theron sighed. "We'll talk about this another time," he pushed. Ana sighed in defeat and motioned for Theron to walk ahead of her into the ship. They climbed the ramp into the Eagle and entered the main room, where Van was waiting for them next to the table.

"Rhen's in the refresher," Van explained before Theron could ask. "That guy can't hold his liquor. Anyways, the dossiers just arrived." Van pressed a button on the table and a holographic interface shot up in front of the group. Two separate "file" icons were displayed, awaiting Theron's decision.

One of the files was labeled " ," and the other entitled " ." Theron stared intently at the two files, unsure of which was the one he should choose. "Endron, and Korbin. Uh, which one would make a better baby name?" Van joked.

Theron smiled softly. "Korbin, easy," he replied. "Well then... Korbin it is." Theron reached out and tapped his outstretched index finger into the file. The other file fell into the table and Theron watched as the data streamed to him. He immediately wished – regardless of what "Endron" had been, that he would have chosen it.

"Planet: Korriban."

"Target Area: Valley of the Sith Lords."

"Port: Science and Research Orbital Center."

"Target:...Unknown. Likelihood of Sith Activity on Ancient Sith Homeworld calculated as near 100 percent."

"You're bad with making choices," Ana offered.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Theron grunted. "Get changed and set course for Korriban."

Theron tore the ceremonial robes from his body and threw them as messily as he could into his locker before dragging his shirt, pants, and jacket from the metal box. He sighed contentedly as the familiar weights of the clothes covered him. He could almost feel the edges of his coat brush lightly against the ground while he zipped it up.

It didn't make any sense to him. His friends had believed him on Ossus. Rhen had even pointed out that Theron had had his "first Force vision." Yet just one day later, none of them seemed to remember that. None of them seemed to remember that he had seen these ghosts, and they had believed him. Instead, he was left questioning his own sanity.

I'm real, Theron, Revan said. You can't question that. I am real, and I am here to help you.

Theron nodded, again unsure of whether or not Revan was even real. Of whether or not he could believe his own senses. For the briefest moment, Theron was reminded of Gat-ro's final, grammatically incorrect words. "'At the end this, you won't even be able to trust the past.'" Theron gulped his fear down violently and attempted to discern whether Gat-ro's words meant that Theron should doubt himself or the others around him. He found no clear and easy answer.

SWSWSWSWSW

Doctor Yarnik smiled as he gathered the rest of his Korriban researcher crew around him for the morning announcements. "Okay everybody. The day is going to be an important one. First off: Doctor Cynez and her crew will be remaining planetside until tomorrow for an on-site excavation of the tomb in region Peth-27. The rest of us will be getting ready for the return of that crew and assigning new planetside jobs." The rest of the doctors waited a few moments before running off to their duties. Yarnik's datapad beeped for a moment and he looked down. "Oh, wait!"

The other members of the crew stopped and looked up at him. "It appears that a group of Triumvirate Jedi and soldiers will be joining us today!" The room was silent at this new information. Then the lights flickered off, and a red lightsaber erupted amidst the sounds of screams.

The line of red flashed through the air, revealing more and more dead bodies as the plasma screamed through bodies with sizzles. The screams continued to fill the air while the researchers attempted to run from the Sith that had appeared. The pounding of feet mixed with the screams of the dying victims and the hum of the lightsaber.

The air was filled with the smell of burning flesh. That smell was compounded when the Sith unleashed a volley of Force lightning that ran through the previous victims and cooked them all, frying their nervous systems and exterminating what little life was left.

The Sith deactivated his lightsaber and ran off. He ran deeper into the orbital research station to search for both any survivors and any Force artifacts that could be returned to Nihl.

SWSWSWSWSW

"Station One-One-Three-Eight, do you copy?" Van asked over communications. Theron grimaced as only a static crackle returned their attempts at communication. Theron felt the mask in his hand before he could begin thinking of what could be wrong.

"I sense a great disturbance here," Rhen said. "As if dozens of voices all called out for help at once."

"Okay, Obi-Wan," Theron said with a roll of his eyes. He pulled his hand away from the mask and crossed his arms. "Is there any way for us to dock without the system's clearance codes?"

Van shook his head. "No. Someone inside has to transmit the docking codes to our ship."

Theron cracked his knuckles in his right hand. "But can we jump?" Theron asked.

"Ha... Wait, really?" Van asked. Theron stared at the pilot, dead serious. "Ok, so someone – not me, definitely not me – spacewalks – no, let's be honest here spacefalls, we are in orbit after all. So you spacefall onto an orbiting sattelite moving about fifty-six thousand kilometers from that planet below? So, you want to die, cause I could just shoot you or go find Darth Nihilus again?"

"Well, we have to get on that research station and find out what happened," Theron said. He shrugged. "Any volunteers for the jump?"

Predictably, no, there were not. "Really? I guess I'm honorary spacewalker for our crew, huh?" Theron joked. He sighed. "I'll go suit up."

"No, you won't," Ana sighed. She looked slightly embarrassed for not having volunteered her services earlier. "My Imperial Knight armor is built to withstand space pressures for around ten minutes. Just give me a pressure helmet, and I can do the jump."

Theron glanced between Ana and the others. "Fine," he said finally. He bit his lip nervously and reached slowly into his pocket again. He pulled Revan's mask out and held it in front of him for Ana to take. "Far as I can tell, this baby's got her own environment."

Ana glanced down at Revan's mask and, for a fraction of a second, her eyes were filled with the familiar, wild desire that had controlled Theron the first time he had placed the mask upon his face. Then, so quickly that Theron would later think he had imagined the look, her eyes were normal once again. "Thank you," she said. She reached out to grab the mask and pulled lightly to show she had the mask safe. To Theron's surprise, he noticed that he was holding the mask so tightly that Ana could not get it from him. She tugged slightly harder, and Theron's fingers relented. He smiled and laughed the event off until Ana began laughing with him.

"Okay. See you all in five," Ana said while she slipped the mask on. Theron felt the mask's energy... he wasn't sure, but he swore that it seemed to rebel and call to Theron. It was as if the mask wanted him. But he, still, was questioning his sanity. He pushed the idea from his mind and waved Ana off, the echo of the mask's call growing until it seemed to scream at him.

SWSWSWSWSW

Theron had been right – the mask was indeed pressurized. Not that it was going to help Ana much if she couldn't get into the satellite. She was, at that moment, hanging on for dear life to a small handle on the bottom of the research station.

The spacewalk had gone fine, for a few moments; it should have been fine the entire way – Ana should already be inside the research station. Debris floating in the upper atmosphere had drifted, falling slightly from its orbit for maybe centuries. All it had taken was a durasteel ball no bigger than her fist moving centimeters a second to knock Ana off course and nearly to her death.

So there she was, dangling by the skin of her teeth above the homeworld of the Sith. "Ana, where are you? We can't see you through the viewport anymore!" Theron shouted.

"I'll have to call you back, I'm a bit busy almost dying!" Ana shouted the last half of the sentence and started to ignore the comm system. She struggled to grab the handle with her other hand. As she flailed, she felt her fingers slipping from the handle and she began to fall. "KAAAAAARK!"

She screamed as she continued plummeting towards the planet, strings upon strings of curses flying from her mouth as she reached for the satellite.

Then, she felt the intense pull – the Force. It was almost as if someone was pulling her, but not in the way she had always felt it, not a brute force punch in the back. No, it was more exact. Surgery compared to what others were capable of. "Ana, are you alright?" Theron grunted over communications.

"I – are you doing this? How?" she looked over towards the ship. It looked almost 500 meters away, too far for anyone to wield this sort of precision.

"I – I don't know!" he shouted. Ana felt her body rise to the satellite and she unclipped her saber. "Get in there, I don't know -" Ana felt her body slide downward until Theron caught her and she rose back up to the metal home floating above the ravaged world. She snapped her lightsaber into existence and carved her way into the satellite.

Ana pulled her body through the metal hole and ran through the first door she could find, just as the pressure doors kicked in. She stopped abruptly and looked back – her cape was stuck in the door. She growled in annoyance and slashed the cape off. "Okay – I'm in."

SWSWSWSWSW

"Pressure doors closing." The Sith turned quickly and stared out into the darkness. With a quick extension of their mind, the Sith was able to feel two distinct, powerful Force auras that had just found their way onto the ship. Jedi. At the very edge of the Sith's periphery, there was one other Force signature – no, two. One was exactly like one on the station.

The Sith quickly used their saber to mutilate themselves and set the trap. Then they deactivated their lightsaber and stuffed it into the nearest locker. They burned a small mark into the front with the Force and ran off to hide. All the scientists were dead, so it wasn't as if the Sith couldn't hide from the Jedi and pretend to be a stupid little scientist again. Yes... a trap would be lain, and every one of Nihl's enemies would die.