If there was anything that attracted Orex across the Galaxy like Knowledge, it was Nothing. Orex's core was a turbulent void, intensified by the portion of Nihilus that resided within him. It was, paradoxically, a chaotic and angry pit of Nothing. And it was this that attracted him to the corners of the Galaxy that were devoid of life. Often he allowed himself to drift aimlessly in the darkness of space, meditating, thinking. But sometimes he found himself in places like these.
He had landed The Myrkur in the endless grass expanse hours before. But he had not left it. He remained inside, sat at the helm staring out of the bridge, consumed in thought. He had come here to meditate and so far he had not even gotten up from his seat since he left Mandalore. He was heading to Skism in the Outer Rim but had elected to take a detour and.. address himself further. Before beginning training of his Apprentice. Slowly however, reality was seeping into his mind, his thoughts becoming increasingly transparent as he subconsciously pulled himself from Contemplation.
With a breath, he slowly stood and pulled himself around the pilot's seat, heading out of the bridge. The boots of his armoured cloak traveled along the pristine metallic floors with one resounding thud after the other, only stopping when the boarding ramp whirred open and allowed him to descend onto the endless grass below.
Orex walked straight ahead until he could no longer see the Black Corvette he arrived in. He slowed himself to a stop, lowered, and sat down. He pulled his Lightsaber from his hip and held it above his knees and ahead of his chest with the Force.
Meditation gripped him and he began immediately to fall into himself. Before now, he was contained, but in meditation, he allowed every morsel of his energy to flow. It gushed off him in waves, sweeping over the green like a child let loose. But the green didn't last long. It began to fade and shrivel. Soon, his environment decayed. Like the fading light of the hidden sun, the Grass took on its own darkness. Bathed in the shadow of the evening world, they were now bathed in the physical shadow of Orex, becoming as black as the creeping night sky.
His Lightsaber began to separate. Slowly it fell away and exposed all that it was comprised of, and in the centre floated Decimated Core. Spinning, Orex spoke to it, and it spoke back. In a sense. They conversed, and Orex explored what came crawling up from his own depths.