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Avel Som sat on the cliffside of a mountain on a world called Eclipstica. He watched as Darkwing soared on thermals through the sky. The ebonhawk had been the one who had wanted to come here, attracted by something in the Force. The bird had changed Sluis Van, both inward and outward. His red eyes had a soft glow to them, and his black feathers seemed to blend into the very shadows themselves. And he was restless, having lately been having nightmares about eyes watching him and other various things the bird could not comprehend easily.

Avel Som did not sleep and had no such nightmares. He also was not as in tune with the Force as Darkwing was. He had been told he also could also use the Force, though he had always been skeptical of it and certainly never had intentionally. Still, he had been having some things tugging at his mind ever since that weird ritual on Sluis Van. He saw whirlwinds and lightning, with the wind seaming to scream a name: Darth Kaelus. He could not help wondering -- if he really was Force-sensitive -- if he was having premonitions. Perhaps Fate or the Force or whatever was telling him who he was meant to be and giving him a true name and a place to belong. Darth was a title of the Sith after all, and the Sith had been the closest thing to friends he had ever known other than Darkwing. Besides, Kaelus had a nice ring to it.

Avel Som did not need to sleep, but he technically could if he chose to. And as he lounged there on the cliffside meditating on his future, he found himself slipping into a sleep-like trance. It was enough for something buried deep within Avel Som to finally find a small foothold within his mind, something that had been -- unbeknownst to Avel Som himself -- fighting to try to gain purchase since Sluis Van. A black oil began to once again leak from his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth. And though his body immediately began fighting off the foreign attempt to alter him, it did connect him briefly and strongly to the Dark Side. It was enough to cause him to experience his own vision of the nightmare.