Darkness, he could sense it, he had been through it and he had fought it time and time again; whether with a saber in hand or his trusty Bryar pistol, Kyle was always ready to confront the darkness ever-present in the galaxy. As he found himself within a long barely lit corridor, the Jedi Master Kyle Katarn of Sulon threaded carefully as every step he took he sensed the presence of evil, an evil that was far beyond anything he had ever encountered. The hairs on the back of his neck tingled with worry that one may come from behind and attack; his eyes widened with fear as he realized he was not alone in this place and the dark was powerful, and anger began to set in as he clenched his gloved fist and he felt ready to ignite his saber at that moment. The Jedi were defenders of peace, they were meant to face these things that most would never dare to and so he knew what had to be done, yet the years of experience began to set in as he did not allow himself to be guided by such an abrasive mindset that had ruled him for many years before. He had grown both in age and mind and as such, he knew what he had to do.

Pursing his lips and allowing himself to take a deep breath, the Jedi closed his eyes as he placed his trust in the Force. Fear, worry, anger-these were elements that were only natural to life but they were also a path of corruption by the dark; they could lead sentients astray into the unnatural path of evil and senseless destruction, and as such the Jedi Master did not allow himself to be fooled by these trepidations as he stepped forward and did not stop despite the apparent presence surrounding his every move. He trusted the force, he trusted himself not to fall into corruption like before in his life, he knew the dark was testing him and so was the Force itself.

Before he knew it, Kyle found himself no longer within a corridor but in the middle of a large encircled room. Dim white light presented itself at the walls while the rest of the room was opaque, though Kyle could make up the forms of statues encrusted within the surrounding sphere design of the room, each one massive in scale and distinct. One resembled a man of a young skeletal face and a gaze of clear-cut anger, a clean head adorned by what seemed to be markings of a dark nature-not Sith, but also no other dark side belief that Kyle had any knowledge of. He wore a simple long tunic with a long collar set that expanded around the neck.

There was something obviously Sith-like to the statue but Kyle had seen too many of such to pay much more mind as he looked to the next figure, a woman. Her face was soft and slender and the design looked vibrant, her long hair seemed luscious even when carved in stone; there was something so majestic about her presence and her expression that said that she was at peace. Her long gown, adorned by a design similar to that of the Jedi of old, was vaguely familiar to Kyle, though it seemed more fitting for royalty like Princess Leia.

The following statue was more peculiar. It was not as roughly made as to the first nor as ornately design as the second but was rather a simple chisel with a smooth surface at the bottom and leading on what seemed to make the shape of an older bearded face, eyes opened and stoic in nature, as if the man was alive and looking at Kyle but not as a matter of hostility but rather analyzing him, deducing him. The scene made Kyle's skin crawl as he then looked to what he expected to be the next carved figure, only to find nothing but an empty pedestal. The space sat empty and darkened and Kyle took a few steps out of mild curiosity as he wondered what this whole setting was and what it meant. He had never encountered anything resembling these beings in the few remaining Jedi Archives and no other ancient text or Holocron had ever shown anything of this sort; it made him look with astonishment, but then he felt it once more, he felt the terrible presence looming over him and this time he ignited his saber.

"Do not be afraid, Kyle Katarn, for I have a task for you," A cryptic voice said, which didn't serve to ease the Jedi's mind as he kept his vibrant blue saber at the ready, scoffing at the voice.

"Whatever you may want me to do, believe me, I'll do the exact opposite…" Kyle barked back unamused, though he remained firm in his defensive stance reminiscent of Soresu.

An eerie chuckle made Kyle raise an eyebrow as he glanced around the chamber with the light of his saber shining upon his eyes brightly. He could feel the presence; he knew it was here somewhere, looking at him, but it was hard to know exactly where and how as it seemed to not be physically within the veil of the Force. It lived within it but it also manipulated it, something he could not understand.

"That's exactly why you are perfect." The voice's statement did not make Kyle change his posture but it did make him question what it meant.

"What are you talking about?" Kyle asked without expecting an answer as he felt his patience running short. "Show yourself, Sith-spit!"

"The Ancient Texts will show the way, the way to walk in the vergence and when you do make sure to come to me, do not attempt to stop it… This next part will hurt."

Kyle remained at a loss for words and understanding as he merely pondered those last words. Before he could say anything, he felt the presence manifest itself, sensing it behind him as he turned fast and he could see the pair of void eyes and a set of sharpened white teeth lunge at him with a sinister smile. Kyle had no chance to react as he felt the immense pain within his mind, something piercing deep into his soul and into his every thought as he dropped his saber and grabbed at his head in complete agony. His eyes drifted up as blood began to drip down his nose and his brown eyes became twisted into a complete white.

"Kyle, find her… Find the girl named Skywalker."

It was at that moment that the immense pain ceased and Kyle felt himself fall for miles and miles, first through a dark visage and then right through what seemed to be a thin glass where a powerful aura of white light pierced through the darkness surrounding the Jedi. With what seemed to be thousands of pieces of glass shattering around him, Kyle felt as if he had just witnessed his life begin, end, and begin once more as he then felt the cold solid ground at his back, white bright light being the only thing in his view.

The sensation that he had just gone through was unlike anything he had ever experienced, like one of those bad after-effects from overindulging in drinks at a local Coruscant underworld bar but a thousand times worse. The Jedi let out a loud groan as he pushed himself from his resting place; he could barely move and the white blindness in his eyes persisted as he closed and rubbed them tightly in an attempt to get his vision back; little by little it seemed he could just barely see, so at least he knew he wasn't permanently blind. His senses were all over the place as he struggled to even move his feet, let alone try to get up, as he rested down and took in deep breaths.

"I thought I had left these kinds of rough mornings behind…" He thought out loud while feeling his lips and detecting still fresh moisture, probably his nosebleed judging by the slightly metallic and bitter taste on his tongue. Another thing felt was heat, an immense heat at that; as he had been to several hot and humid planets, he quickly deduced it was anything but humid here as he noticed the ground being rather mashable and not the rough solid terrain he had initially thought. It must be sand, then. He groaned once more as he hoped he hadn't managed to get himself stranded in some backwater in the outer rims; he would damn himself if it turned out to be Tatooine. He had had far too many escapades in that backwater to ever find it a desirable destination for a fun night.

While basking in the glory of what he still wasn't sure had actually happened, Kyle's presence had garnered quite the attention as the former imperial turned mercenary turned Jedi master noticed quite quickly that what seemed to be a few dozen or so silhouettes were surrounding him. He was still struggling to find enough strength to lift himself up since his entire body felt like it had just been swallowed whole by a Sando Aqua beast and then spat out in a gulp of digestive enzymes, only to then be run over by a manic podracer and receive the full brunt of the Death Star's destructive power. Perhaps it was all an exaggerated analogy but that's as far as Kyle could compare how he felt at that moment as he kept rubbing his eyes and readapting his vision while the curious locals of wherever he was kept gathering around.

"Who is he?", one childlike voice asked curiously, followed by a myriad of other questionnaires.

"Did he fall from a starship?"

"There's no ships above you moron!"

"He looks hurt…"

"He has one of those ancient swords I think," one particularly thick voice commented.

"You think Plutt would pay well for it?", another more nasally voice spoke with obviously nefarious intentions.

A scornful laugh came from the previous speaker, "You're kidding, I know a dozen other junk bosses who would pay ten times what that Blobfish will!"

"Well then I guess this guy just happened to fall on the wrong place at the right time for us!", the sniveling voice said as Kyle heard steps on the sand approaching him.

It didn't take long for Kyle to get the hint as he immediately summoned his saber with a force pull, igniting the azure blade which caused the surrounding onlookers to frighten and others to even scatter. The would-be robbers found themselves surprised by the swiftness of what they believed to be a disoriented target as one of them quickly folded.

"Please sir, don't hurt poor old Izen, I am but a poor scavenger trying to make ends meet!" Kyle chuckled a bit as he had managed to raise himself up and could vaguely see the would-be robber kneeling down on the sand in fear, he found the scene pathetic but then he remembered that the other voice that had pointed out his lightsaber in the first place was nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly, Kyle was grabbed from behind by a pair of strong arms putting on a chokehold; the sudden attack made him drop his lightsaber as he and his assailant fell down onto the sands and rolled around in struggle. The attacker was strong, stronger than Kyle had expected as he tried to fight the hold to little avail.

"Yes, yes, keep at it Rokar!" The dastardly deceptive terrelian jango jumper Izen cheered while taking a hold of the Jedi's lightsaber and inspecting it curiously.

"Go to a long sleep you rockhead!" The gruff voice of Izen's klatooinian partner in crime said as he kept pressing down his forearm against the stranger. For a moment it seemed that the stranger was indeed falling victim to Rokar's powerful hold as his eyes drifted between open and closing and he struggled less and less which caused both robbers to laugh mockingly. Little did they know that this was no ordinary target they had crossed but a full-fledged Jedi Master who had been in stings far worse than two low lives trying to steal his belongings.

As soon as Rokar eased his stranglehold on Kyle, the human slammed the back of his head hard onto the Klatooinian's snout-like face which caused him to wail in pain while Kyle quickly took the chance to unsheath a small phrik knife out of his left boot and quickly plunged the blade right into Rokar's hand which caused the thug to let go in pain as Kyle slammed it right through his palm. Finally free and with his vision somewhat more clear, Kyle stood up and looked at the wounded Rokar and then towards the flabbergasted Izen who still held the Jedi's lightsaber.

"I'll take that now, I'm only going to tell you nicely once unless you want to end up like your friend there?" Kyle said as he extended his hand at the Terrelian, whose entire body trembled with fear and indeed he acquiesced to the Jedi's demand by merely dropping the saber and running away in fear.

Kyle for his part had managed to catch the falling saber with the force as he then gracefully set his weapon back on his utility belt. He cleaned up the blood from his nose and noticed that his shirt was now dirtied with blood which annoyed him.

"You piece of frack, my hand, my teeth!" Rokar continued to cry in agony as blood poured from both his mouth and his palm, Kyle's knife still stuck in it.

"Sorry you dumb kath-mutt, but I wasn't in the mood for a nap!" Kyle snided with a smirk as he stared down at the wounded scoundrel. Kyle then noticed that the entire scuffle had been witnessed by the curious and fearful eyes of other locals who backed away with caution from the Jedi. He nodded and lifted his hands as a gesture that said he wouldn't hurt anyone that didn't try to hurt him; nevertheless, he wanted to know where in the moons was he.

"So, unless anyone else wants to try and play gamorrean rugby, I would like to know where I am?" Kyle asked more politely than he was used to.

The locals looked to themselves with uncertain eyes as they were not sure if the question was a trick or if the stranger was serious.

Kyle's patience was running thin at this time but he tried to be as courteous as he could, a difficult thing considering the circumstances. "I know that I may have done some damage to a local business during whatever drunken fest I went through but believe me I can compensate that, and I also don't just go around beating people up like buddy here," Kyle pointed at the still in pain Rokar whose every attempt to take out Kyle's knife from his palm only caused him to howl a pathetic sound of torment.

"But I really need to know where I am so I can contact the New Republic and get in touch with the Jedi Praxeum, and hopefully sort out this mess!"

Everyone, including Rokar were caught by surprise by the stranger's comment as they once more looked at each other, this time with even more confusion as it seemed that the stranger was either truly lost or mad (or had been living under a rock for the last 5 years), which was impossible given he had just fallen from the sky a few minutes ago.

"You're on Jakku, there is no New Republic anymore… And the Jedi, are you one?" The voice of a young girl amongst the crowd, covered in red drapes, spoke up as she emerged from below many other scavengers and traders. She looked at Kyle with a set of vibrant blueish eyes as she seemed to be dazzled by the question itself. Kyle himself was in a complete daze, as apparently there was no more New Republic, and the word Jedi seemed to have completely shocked these people to the point that a little girl was the only one with the guts to answer. Shaking himself out of his own mind, Kyle knelt down to the girl's level, looking at her with a slight smile.

"I am… Kyle Katarn. Jedi master of Luke Skywalker's Jedi Praxeum, at your service…"

The girl, though unsure, smiled.