Chronicle IV "Prison of Shadows" Part Two

Written by Scott D. McGraw

This is the fourth chronicle in the life of Zentar Corellius which will conclude the events of the last chronicle and further expand the story in strange ways.


Enjoy...




“This whole place is just pure insanity.”, Corellius shook his head in frustration. “I can't even trust up from down anymore.”

The old Jedi Alaria stared at the floating bounty hunter with sad eyes as he hung above her by several feet while resting on the hilt of his lightsaber which had its deep purple blade gently resting tip first on the ground.

“Quit your complaining child.”, she remarked dully as she kicked the glowing blade out from under him and brought him down with a thud.

He looked up at her with irritation and rose slowly. “Had that been a real lightsaber you'd be hopping around like a Dathomirian swamp frog right now.”

“And had you remembered that this place is not bound by physical law you would have had no reason to fall when I did so.”, she countered smoothly.

The other sighed. “Like I said, this place is pure insanity.”

“True enough.”, she nodded. “And the sooner you come to terms with that the better off you'll be. You are not physical, you are spirit. Remember that, Zentar Corellius. Gravity or any other natural law has no place here.”

Corellius straightened out his loose fitting robes and stared at her. “So why did I fall?”

“Because you expected to. It's as simple as that.”

The other nodded slowly. “I see.”

“Do you, child?”

“I'm beginning to.”, he replied. “But tell me, why are you suddenly so concerned about helping me now? Prior to my encounter with Krey you'd pretty much written me off as a goner no matter what.”

Alaria smiled sadly. “True. But our tormentor has done something most unexpected.”

“And that is?”

“Given you time to learn. Time to learn about our world within the Anachronox.”

“Prison, you mean.”, the tall man grumbled.

“Indeed.”

Corellius's thoughts turned to the young looking ruler and pictured him once more with his blade of flames and how they had suddenly engulfed him as though a swarm of Ithorian venom wasps. It had been one of the most bizarre experiences the former Imperial officer had ever had, and he had experienced some pretty bizarre things in his four decades of life. But for whatever his reasons, the other had allowed him some time to prepare himself and for that was thankful. Not optimistic, but thankful.

His fight against the odd Sith had left him confused and unsure of himself. At least with Ralian, he knew the world about him was a constant. But unlike the living Sith Lord, this insubstantial one had a whole world of shadows and mystery behind him.

If I can even call this a world.

“All right, old woman. I'm gonna do this again.”, he retrieved his lightsaber and re-ignited it's bright blade, bathing them both in an eerie violet glow.

He held it up before her but on impulse tried something different. He reached into the diminished Force presence bound with them all and visualized the blade becoming a serpentine creature then pulled the hilt back with a snap, as one would a whip.

For a brief moment, the purple blade seemed to bow a bit but otherwise remained relatively straight.

Alaria looked at him questioningly but remained silent.

With determination, he reached deeper within himself and pictured the blade becoming whip-like and again snapped his arm forward. This time the light reacted to its owner's wishes and shot out towards the Jedi Master's head like a snake striking at its prey.

The other sprang backwards with a surprising quickness, narrowly avoiding the lash of light.

“Amazing!”, she gasped. “You learn faster than I have given you credit for. You're apparently not as stupid as I had first believed.”

The bounty hunter looked at her coldly, but when he saw the playful smile spread on her thin lips, he too smiled. “I guess not. But I somehow don't think this one trick will tilt the odds in my favor. Krey's had a hell of a lot longer to come up with tricks like this and I'm sure his are pretty damn good.”

“No question about that, young one.”, she agreed. “But still, you've surprised me. I now believe there is actually the slightest chance you'll beat him.”

“Is that supposed to be encouraging?”

“Not hardly.”, she snorted.

“Didn't think so.”

“Regardless, you'll soon have to face him whether you're ready or not.”, she said quietly. “Time, though he's granted it to you, is still your enemy.”

The other nodded. “I know.”

Corellius was very much aware of the fact that for every second he spent within the Anachronox, one passed in the real world where his body lay exposed within some decrepit ruin on Endor. While it was true he'd not sensed any life forms, sentient or otherwise before passing over, he could not be sure that fact still remained so. He had to finish his business here fast, no matter what the outcome.

The bounty hunter felt uncomfortable in the unfamiliar robe of black, wishing to be back in his familiar jumpsuit and body armor. He froze and caught himself...

After a moment of deep concentration, both Alaria and he were surprised to see his clothing morph into his more familiar attire.

“Indeed, you are learning.”, the Jedi praised him with sincerity. “I'm impressed.”

“At least I feel more comfortable this way. Robes are for senators and clergy, of which I'm neither.” Corellius then shut down his lightsaber and stared at the ground, suddenly very somber. “The truth is, I don't think my survival depends on using any one particular trick, but rather on my ability to improvise.”

“The Force reveals this to you?”, she asked with curiosity.

The other shook his head. “No. My instincts as a bounty hunter tell me this. And improvisation is something I'm very good at.”

Alaria nodded. “For your sake I hope so, young one.”

Suddenly a new train of thought began to unfold in the man's mind, and after a moment looked up at her again. “The only people Krey has ever faced here have been either Jedi or Sith, correct?”

“Of course.”, she confirmed. “Why do you ask such a thing?”

The bounty hunter began to pace the ground in front of her, clearly deep in thought. When Alaria continued to look at him oddly for several seconds he finally stopped and responded to her. "I may have an advantage in that."

"How so?"

Corellius sighed and shook his head. "I'm not sure yet. But both my instincts and the Force tell me this may be so. But even so, I'm still unsure. I feel like there is something hidden in that approach that holds the key to my victory. I've just yet to find whatever it is."

The old Jedi considered his words. "You could be right. I am Jedi. I have always thought as a Jedi would. Perhaps my counsel is not as sound as I had hoped it to be."

The bounty hunter saw a look of sadness in her aging eyes and felt a pang of sorrow for her. Certainly her life here had been nothing but pain and loss. She no longer embraced the hope that she would one day escape this eternal prison and had conceded to the fact that she could do nothing more than simply waste away over time until becoming as mindless and powerless as the wisps of other Jedi and Sith also trapped within. Even if he could find a way for them both to escape, what would become of her once released from the Anachronox?

Her flesh had long since perished hundreds of years ago. There would be nothing for her to return to. Perhaps she could at last become one with the Force as was naturally intended. Corellius then quickly pushed the philosophical thought away. He had no idea what such a thing meant. He was pretty sure that even the Jedi, for all their knowledge of the Force had no real clue what waited for them beyond their physical lives. The former Imperial officer found such matters to be beyond him. He lived in the present and kept his mind focused on the tangible. With a look of regret, he bowed before her.

"Not at all, Master Jedi.", he addressed her respectfully in all seriousness. "You have been my only source of rationality in this odd place, and my only friend. Those things alone have made you invaluable to me. For them, I am truly in your debt."

Alaria's eyes misted up. "Thank you, child. I appreciate hearing that more than you can know."

For what seemed like days, though the trapped bounty hunter had no real sense of time's passage, Corellius and the aged Jedi master explored his mind and tried to unlock the truth of things that he became convinced of as he delved deeper into the matter. There was a way out. There was a solution, he was sure of it. If only it would come to him.

Meanwhile, somewhere in a dark featureless tower within the shadowy mists of the Anachronox...

So, he's learning some things after all. Good. It seems I was wise to allow him a respite so that he may grow in his power. He will become all the more satisfying and nourishing when I consume him. Perhaps then...

Prince Krey, former ruler of Regaldia, a kingdom long since gone, clenched his fists and dared not to finish the thought. He'd been disappointed far too often to ever truly hold out for the hope that he could one day escape the eternal prison that mocked his very existence. Certainly he had thought about what Corellius had questioned him of, time and time again. There was no guarantee of anything that he might do to conquer the Anachronox. Even if he could free himself by consuming power and becoming stronger, to what end did it serve? What awaited for him once free of the shadowy confines about him? As the bounty hunter had pointed out, his body was long gone. By escaping the Anachronox would he be only hastening his own destruction? He was Sith, or rather once was Sith, and had believed strongly in an immortality beyond the flesh, but had long since called into question everything he'd once believed prior to his entrapment. How could he not?

With a flash of sudden anger, Krey's deceivingly pleasant features twisted up into a mask of pure hatred and almost found himself making for the newest inmate to share their prison and strike him down without ceremony, but reluctantly and with great effort calmed himself. No, it will be better to let him come to me. I must be patient and control my anger. I must focus my rage and hatred. I AM Sith. I must hold onto that. It is all I have.

The young and handsome appearing man became calm once more and quietly retreated deeper into his lonely tower and tortured mind.



"Who are you really?", a pretty female twi'lek with light blue skin wearing Jedi robes asked in firm and challenging tones. "Just who are you and where have you come from?"

The other, a small frail looking man in tattered black robes smiled wickedly as his dull yellow eyes bore into hers while standing before her with a red lightsaber blade humming loudly between them. He watched her calmly as she ignited her own blue blade to meet his sudden challenge. He'd traveled many light years to find her and would enjoy toying with her for a bit.

"I am as I have thus claimed, Jedi D'Nall. I am Ralian, Lord of the Sith.", he replied in a raspy voice. "I have come for you."

Nenda D'Nall, Jedi Knight, shook her head with her long plainly adorned lekku gently swaying behind her and appeared to not be intimidated by the others claims. "Not likely. I sense you are powerful in the Force, true enough, but I seriously doubt your claim to being Sith. We've not seen one in over twenty years."

"Fool. You know nothing of how I came to be here or of my heritage for that matter.", he countered equally as calmly. "Now it would be a shame for me to have to destroy such a lovely creature as yourself when there are other options. I have-"

The Sith lord abruptly let his words hang as his eyes widened and then slowly narrowed. A moment later he closed down his lightsaber and smiled at her once more. "I have sensed something which commands my immediate attention elsewhere."

The other took a step forward. "You're not going anywhere. Sith or not, you are wanted for murder and I do not intend to let you get away."

An instant later, the exotic Jedi was pushed down by a powerful force and unable to stand. "Make no mistake my beautiful friend, I will return for you. Your future lies with me."

Nenda D'Nall had no idea what the dark man was eluding to and fought desperately to regain her control. "Ralian!"

"In time. In time.", he called back smugly as he left her.

Moments later she felt the strong force fade and came to her feet in frustration. So powerful. Could he truly be a Sith? The question went unanswered as she closed down her blue blade and watched the black robed man's small shuttle become a speck in the Dathomirian night time sky.


"This is it, old woman. I go alone from here.", Corellius stated quietly as they stood at the base of Krey's tower. "There is nothing more to be done except face him and see what destiny hands me."

The old Jedi nodded. "Very well, child. You have all my hopes and prayers for your success."

The other turned and acknowledged her with a forced smile. "Thanks. I'll be needing them."

This time, the other did not offer any sort of discouragement as she had when they'd first met. Instead, her eyes shone like beacons of hope. "You have done well, Zentar Corellius. Far better than I could have ever dreamed of. I am certain your discoveries have opened the locks to the mysteries of the Anachronox. You will overcome."

The bounty hunter stared at her in open amazement at the unexpected praise.

"I only wish", she continued, "that I had had the capacity to think as you have back when I was strong and had the ability to challenge Krey. I regret to admit that Jedi philosophies, or at least my understanding of them, ultimately failed to serve me in my time of need. I envy you."

"Envy? From a Jedi?", he teased, lightly.

"Indeed, child. Indeed." She stepped closer to him and took his hands in hers. He noted how frail they felt but said nothing. She then smiled and bid him farewell with a kiss on the cheek. "I know I seem an old woman to you, and in many way I truly am, but before I came here, I was once as youthful and vibrant as you. I once shone greatly in the Force, as you do now."

"I know.", he replied softly. "I will do this, not just for me, but for you and the rest. If things work out as I hope, I will take the Anachronox to a man I know. He too is a Jedi master, but one not of the same background as you. He alone has forged a new Jedi order and may be able to yet find a way to free you as well. I will not forget you, I promise."

In an uncharacteristic display of emotion, the tall man embraced the frail woman and kissed her face as well. Without another word to each other, Zentar Corellius stepped into the dark tower and confronted his destiny.



Prince Krey waited patiently as he felt the presence of other draw near to him. He sat on a nondescript throne of dark stone in the dimly lit throne room he'd created for himself and noted the bounty hunter's mind to be much more focused than when they'd last met. A pity that all his efforts would do him little good and only feed the one who waited for him. A few moments later Corellius appeared and quietly faced him.

"You have become stronger, I sense.", the placid man stated. "Good. I'm impressed that you've used your time wisely."

When Krey made no immediate threatening move, the other examined their surroundings more carefully. The throne room was nothing more than a dreary dark gray and black circle of stone with only one way in or out visible. Not hardly worthy of a prince.

"This tower of yours." Corellius inquired. "Was it here all along or something you've created for yourself?"

The young looking man's eyes joined his and took in his mockery of a throne room as well. "It is something I have created for myself, yes. A simple enough thing."

The bounty hunter took a few paces away and ran a hand over the cold unadorned wall, noting nothing else within the tomb-like room except him, Krey, the throne and a few small torches along the walls. "This isn't what I had expected. I'd have thought you'd have made something-"

"A bit more luxurious? Worthy of a prince such as myself?", he finished for him calmly.

"Yes."

Krey laughed bitterly as he slowly rose from his cold hard chair of stone. "Such things would only mock me even further. I've no desire to torture myself needlessly. I am no longer a prince, and haven't been for who knows how long? I have no idea if my father's kingdom even still exists, or the planet upon which it inhabited for that matter. No Zentar Corellius, I have no riches, no gold, no maid-servants or concubines. I have only my mind and my hatred for this shallow nether-existence, something I hope you can help me overcome. But if not, it matters little."

The bounty hunter empathized with him and could understand his perspective. When all is an illusion, why go out of your way to remind yourself of things beyond your reach? Life's luxuries are for the living, not for those who share the prison of the Anachronox.

"For what it is worth, Krey, I am sorry. I don't excuse you for what you have done here to so many others over time, but I do understand it. Life has always been survival of the fittest. If only there were some other way for us to escape."

"But there is not." Krey replied as he pulled free his lightsaber and ignited a deceivingly normal looking blade of red.

"I know. The Force shows me this as well. One of us must perish here, here and now. I too believe this."

Regaldia's former royal dipped his blade low and nodded in respect. "You have a mind and a spirit I can appreciate. Perhaps in life we could have been friends, Zentar Corellius. But here, it is as you say. Only one of us will walk away from this duel intact. The other will become a mindless and powerless wisp of his former self."

"So it is your intention to fully absorb me in one meeting rather than draw things out as you have with Alaria and the rest?", Corellius questioned without a hint of surprise. He'd suspected the man would wish to go for everything all at once and hope to overpower the Anachronox's hold on him once and for all.

"That is correct.", the Sith confirmed. "Our duel begins now. Are you ready?"

With a nod, the former Imperial officer freed his own lightsaber and ignited its deep purple glow, bathing his face in lavender. "Ready or not."

The two combatants began to slowly circle each other within the confines of the fairly large round room when Corellius suddenly disappeared and reappeared behind the other an instant later and swung his blade in an attempt to cut the prince in half. Krey however rolled forward instantly and came up smiling broadly. "Outstanding, Zentar! You have truly learned something of your abilities here. I'm most impressed!"

Though the other praised him sincerely, the bounty hunter tensed up momentarily in frustration. He was hoping to take the other out hard and fast by using surprise. Like I was really counting on that to work, anyway. Krey's been here too long to fall for a trick like that. But still, I had to try.

"I've learned a few other things as well, Krey."

"I look forward to seeing them, so by all means hold nothing back!", he responded enthusiastically.

"I won't." Corellius grumbled as he prepared his next move. As he was doing so, Krey's blade suddenly split into two serpents and lashed out angrily at the motionless bounty hunter in an attempt to strike him from both sides. The other was ready for him though and quickly sank into the ground as though being pulled by quicksand, narrowly escaping both of the red fiery snakes.

The Sith Lord's lightsaber quickly resumed its normal appearance as he spun about expecting the black armored man behind him once more. He was momentarily caught off guard to find the bounty hunter not behind him, or even below him, but rather directly above with the man's blade racing downward toward him.

Corellius once again had tried to bring his purple blade down on the ancient prince but just as before, he came up empty as the other followed his previous example and dropped into the ground and out of sight.

"See, I can play this game two, my friend!", the bounty hunter heard the disembodied voice call from all around him and spun around frantically feeling that he may have seriously miscalculated his chances for success. Corellius quickly focused his mind once more though, daring not to unbalance himself. If Krey was going to destroy him, he was going to have to work for it, that much he promised himself.

Out of the corner of his eye he noticed one of the wall's torches flare brightly and force-jumped upward onto a long stone beam that ran across the room just as several lines of flame shot out from all of the torches and crashed into each other where he'd been standing only a moment before.

That was close...

He then heard laughter from all around him and looked about frantically. Gradually the sound converged into a single source as Krey once again sat upon his throne of stone and stared upward at him.

"You are getting better at this I must admit. I merely toy with you, however. Surely you know this?", Krey taunted, looking relaxed and vulnerable as he leaned back and sat with his legs crossed.

Corellius was about to respond when he felt a tinge in the Force and quickly dropped to the ground just as Krey struck at him from behind, nearly cutting him down right then and there. The bounty hunter glanced over at the now empty throne and back to the calm young man standing where he was just a moment before.

"Good! You were not fooled by my illusion." The prince applauded. "You are truly the most worthy opponent I can ever recall fighting. Certainly not the most powerful in the Force, but definitely the most resourceful and quick witted. I commend you."

Given that nothing was ever as it seemed, Corellius didn't let himself get distracted by the other and barely even heard his words. He instead delved deep into the Force and executed his next move.

Krey suddenly found himself in a globe of deep purple light and with a closing of the bounty hunter's fist began to feel it tighten itself up and close in on him. Corellius watched as a look of surprise and horror flashed across the other's face and felt his heart jump in excitement. Just as quickly though, that excitement faded as the purple globe became red and expanded outward and towards him quickly.

The tall man frantically backed up and willed himself to run through the stone wall behind him and found himself in a corridor beyond. He turned around to see that the bright red globe continued to expand quickly and ran with all his might away from it, phasing though the stone walls as they attempted to block him. A moment later he risked a look back once more but the red wall of fire was gone.

Suddenly he felt something dark in the Force in front of him and turned back just in time to see Krey swing his blade at him. Corellius did his best to block and parry the blow, but failed. He then felt intense pain tear through his left arm as the prince's lightsaber severed it off just below the elbow.

Time seemed to freeze for the bounty hunter as he watched in horror as his arm and lightsaber fell to the cold stone floor. Suddenly the red blade was mere inches from his face and he fell backwards in panic to get out of its way.

I've lost! Damnit, I've lost!

Krey held his ground and looked downward at the defeated man and smiled sadly. "A shame, Zentar. You fought well. Know that you have my respect."

Corellius went numb as he saw the other raise his blade high and start to bring it down upon him. An instant later though the blade stopped and hung in the air. He noted a strange look of mixed confusion and horror etched upon the other's face. Then a moment later the body of Prince Krey burst into a million tiny flames and went out like an X-Wing getting shot down in a fierce dogfight.

What the hell just happened?

Before he could pursue the thought any further he felt his blood, or what substituted for his blood within the Anachronox run cold. Standing before him was a familiar face, and one he did not welcome. Staring back at him through dull yellow eyes, Ralian smiled menacingly as he held his own red lightsaber.

For several long moments neither spoke as Corellius fought to keep control over his mind. Ralian was here! But how? Gradually, the bounty hunter's mind cleared and still the image of Ralian remained before him.

"We meet again, my young friend.", the black robed man hissed at last.

"Ralian?" Corellius questioned, still not completely believing it. "How?"

The other's smile broadened. "Does it matter?"

"Of course it matters!"

"Then I'll tell you." Darth Ralian conceded. "I was far from where you were when you first came here, but still I felt the insurgence of dark power flare from the moon known to you as Endor, as well as your own presence diminish within the Force. Naturally, I came in response to see what had befallen you as I still have unfinished business with you."

"Unfinished business?"

"Of course. And imagine how disappointed I was to find your living, but empty body lying comatose in some crumbling ruin, though I can certainly empathize with that, having recently been in a similar circumstance myself."

Corellius had no idea what he was talking about because he was unaware of how Torin Xal had freed Ralian in the first place. All he knew was that this Sith was no welcoming face and no better replacement for Krey. He then looked around and back at the yellow eyed man in tattered robes. "Prince Krey, is he-"

"The one you fought with is no more. I have extinguished his life force forever." Ralian finished for him smugly.

The bounty hunter's eyes became distant, as he considered that the prince had finally been freed of the Anachronox, if not in the most unexpected way. Something else then occurred to him and found himself smiling in return. "You have erred greatly by coming here for me."

"Is that so?" The wraith-like man questioned. "Why is that?"

Corellius struggled to his feet and chuckled as he cradled his still throbbing arm. "Because in coming here to collect me, you have only trapped yourself here for all eternity as well."

Ralian's eyes narrowed. "Do not be absurd, boy. My power is far greater than that of this Anachronox."

The tall man could not hide his surprise. "You knew of it?

"Of course. It is a relic from another age. My age.", he confirmed. "It is an ancient Sith device not unknown to me. It was designed as a training tool to better advance the powers and strength of my people. Those who entered it and could not escape were doomed to eternal failure and misery, whereas those who did overcome it became all the more powerful in the real world. A challenge you have failed much to my disappointment."

"You placed it on Endor for me to find? How could you have known that I would come here?"

"Again you disappoint me, boy.", the other sighed. "I have done nothing of the sort. Your stumbling upon it was by mere chance, not by any design of mine. I was greatly surprised when I felt its presence in the Force reawaken. Even in my era, such a device was becoming obscure. But now for me to have this only adds to my power."

Corellius then understood why the Emperor had ignored the Anachronox, having known what it was all along. There was no need to bother with it, as the Jedi were all but extinct. Perhaps Palpatine had taken some perverse joy in hopes that someday someone like him, ignorant of its true power would be foolish enough to touch it just as he had.

He then felt his heart sink as he further considered things. "So why come here and tell me this? Are you to leave me here for all eternity then with that knowledge?"

"That is up to you, boy.", the other hissed quietly.

Corellius felt a cold darkness pull at him. "What do you mean?"

Ralian laughed an empty laugh devoid of humor. "It means that I still see potential in you and a destiny outside of the one you have thus far chosen."

"What are you getting at?", the bounty hunter asked suspiciously.

"Join me Zentar Corellius, and I will take you back to the world which you know and together we will forge a new order of Sith in the galaxy. Refuse me, and I will return alone and kill your body, leaving it to the animals of that forest moon to feed upon." He then stepped in closer menacingly. "Choose now."

Although the bounty hunter was truly afraid of spending the rest of eternity trapped in Ralian's newest toy, he promptly refused. No one pushed Zentar Corellius around. Not now, not ever. "Forget it. No one forces me to do anything. If I can't truly choose my path freely, then to hell with it."

Ralian remained motionless and silent as though studying him for several long uncomfortable moments before finally pointing a bony finger his way. "Very well. I can see that you're a man of strength and conviction. I'll rescind my offer for now, but we will speak again of this in time."

Corellius was about to respond when suddenly he felt himself begin to lose consciousness and fought to remain in control but could not.

So, here I die afterall. This was the last thought the bounty hunter had as darkness overtook him. Then for some reason that darkness began to fade as he slowly regained consciousness. All around him it was dark and cold. Ralian was gone. He was alone once more. He at first thought himself still trapped deep with the confines of the Anachronox when he suddenly realized that he had both his arms and sat up. Daring not to believe it just yet, he reached out into the Force and could feel Endor's life all about him.

He was to his feet in an instant and had his lightsaber ignited, where he took quick survey of his surroundings. Sure enough it was the very room where he'd first found the Anachronox and stared at the now empty locker before him. He then sought out Ralian's presence in the Force but felt neither it, nor the Anachronox's anywhere. The Sith must have taken it with him and left the bounty hunter to gradually come to his senses alone.

Why didn't he just leave me there? Corellius questioned himself, not understanding the other's reasoning. There was no purpose in freeing him. He would never join the evil man and willfully become something as dark and twisted. Surely that monster realized that.

Not wanting to spend another moment in the dark ruin, he sprinted back through the fortress the way he'd come in and soon found himself under a canopy of green in the bright sunlight. He rubbed his eyes protectively as they adjusted and soon spotted his speeder bike exactly where he'd left it. When his initial adrenaline rush expended itself he felt on the verge of collapsing and looked at the chronometer embedded in one of his armored gauntlets. Three full days had passed. No wonder he felt famished.

He pulled free a container of water from the side bag of his bike and drank heavily until he began to feel sick and put it away. With a sigh of relief, he climbed weakly onto his speeder bike, powered it up and headed back to his shuttle.

Some vacation this turned out to be, he thought darkly. He then became sad when he recalled his promise to Alaria about bringing the Anachronox to Luke Skywalker. He owed her a debt, and one he would not forget. As far as he was concerned his business with Ralian was far from concluded. He had to get that relic back, one way or another. Somehow he knew he would. Somehow.



Jedi Knight Nenda D'Nall was surprised despite the other's promise to return. She hadn't expected him to come again so quickly. But for whatever reason the dark man had come back and this time she was not letting him get away.

"We have unfinished business, my dear woman. Now where were we?", he grinned unnervingly at her.

In response, the beautiful twi'lek had her blue lightsaber blade up between them.

"Ah yes, that's right.", he laughed coldly. "That's right. This is exactly where we were."

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