If the abyss stares at you, don't blink
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"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"
[COMM TRAFFIC]
"You know the drill, Omega," Lt. Bren "Michael" Alazar's voice echoed through the holographic briefing room, stern and unyielding. "We go in, we get the intel, and we get out." The 305th Special Forces Unit nodded in unison, their faces a mask of determination and focus. They had heard this speech a hundred times before, but each mission was different, and each required the same level of precision and vigilance.
"But why the Jedi?" someone (Tara "Sariel" Stone) murmured. Alazar's eyes darted to the young trooper. "Because the brass says so, that's why. And until I get a better reason, that's all you need to know." The room fell silent, the only sound the hum of the combat shield that hung over the back of the enigmatic figure standing at the back.
Connel Vanagor, the Jedi Knight in question, remained silent. His eyes were fixed on the 3D map of the target, his mind racing with questions he dare not ask. The mission briefing had been sparse, detailing only the what and where, not the why. Yet, he knew the stakes were high; the air of urgency that had accompanied the order was palpable.
The facility they were to infiltrate was nestled in the heart of a dense forest planet, its gleaming steel towers rising above the canopy like a bastion of modernity amidst the ancient foliage. It was a peculiar sight, but not entirely unexpected. The Galactic Alliance had a knack for hiding its secrets in plain sight, this was borrowing from that which was troublesome. But the presence of the Jedi was unprecedented. Was it an oversight, or was there something deeper at play?
The team's ship, the Annunaki, descended through the planet's thick atmosphere, the engines whining in protest. The view of the forest grew clearer, and with it, the sprawling complex that was their objective. Alazar's voice crackled over the comms, "Remember, we're in and out. No heroics." The troopers nodded again, the weight of the mission settling on their shoulders like a well-worn armor.
As they approached the facility's perimeter, the tension grew. The air was thick with anticipation, and the silence was almost deafening. The hatch opened with a hiss, and one by one, the members of Omega Squad leaped into the night, their boots thudding softly against the moist ground. Vanagor followed, his shield, a silent sentinel covering his back.
The first taste of the alien air was sweet and earthy, filled with the scent of unseen flora and the distant rumble of unknown creatures. The forest was alive with energy, and it seemed to pulse with the rhythm of the approaching storm. Vanagor felt it in his bones, the way the air crackled with tension, the way the leaves whispered secrets to the wind.
They moved swiftly through the underbrush, their camouflage blending them into the shadows. The storm grew closer, the lightning flashing in the distance like the strobe of a silent alarm. Alazar signaled for them to split up; the facility was vast, and they had to cover ground quickly. Vanagor paired with Sgt. Tara "Sariel" Stone, a seasoned veteran with a dry sense of humor and a knack for explosives.
The rain began to fall, a soft patter at first that grew into a deafening roar. It washed away their tracks, but it also masked the sounds of their approach. They scaled the towering walls, the slick metal cold and unforgiving beneath their gloved hands. The wind howled, and the trees swayed violently, but they did not waver.
Reaching the top, they peered over the edge, into the heart of the operation. The facility was a hive of activity, with figures in lab coats scurrying about like ants, oblivious to the intrusion above. "This is where the fun begins," Stone quipped, her breath hot against Vanagor's ear. He nodded, his mind racing with the implications of what they might find within.
The two dropped silently into the compound, their boots hitting the slick ground with a muffled thud. The rain continued to fall, a relentless symphony that drowned out their footsteps. They moved like ghosts through the maze of corridors, the echo of their breaths the only sound in the otherwise silent fortress.
But as they approached the central control room, something felt off. The air grew heavier, the energy more charged. The hairs on the back of Vanagor's neck stood on end, a warning from the Force that danger lurked ahead. He reached out with his senses, probing the shadows, but all he found was a wall of cold, impenetrable darkness.
The door to the control room slid open, revealing a chamber filled with screens and consoles, blinking with a life that seemed almost sinister in the stark light. The troopers moved in, weapons at the ready, only to find the room abandoned. The screens displayed cryptic symbols and data streams that none of them could decipher.
Vanagor stepped forward, his eyes scanning the room. "This is it," he murmured. ["The heart of the operation."] Alazar's voice crackled in his ear, "Find the mainframe and extract the intel. The rest of the squad will cover the perimeter."
As Stone set to work on the terminals, Vanagor felt a tug at the edge of his consciousness. It was faint, but it was there - the unmistakable presence of the Dark Side. It was here, in this place of supposed healing and innovation, that a grave plot was being hatched. And as the storm outside grew stronger, so too did the sense of unease within.
He turned to Stone, her eyes wide with discovery. "We've got it," she said, holding up a data chip. "The intel on the virus. We need to get this to the Alliance, now."
But as they moved to leave, the door hissed shut, the locks sealing them in. The lights flickered, and the screens went dark. The silence was sudden and absolute, and in its wake, a single, chilling realization dawned:
They had been expected. The sound of booted footsteps grew louder, echoing through the hallways, a grim symphony of their impending capture. Vanagor's hand tightened around the grip of his combat shield, the room's only source of light a stark contrast to the shadowy figures approaching.
"They know we're here," Alazar murmured, his voice barely audible over the rain's crescendo. "We need to move."
The troopers nodded, their faces a mix of concern and resolve. They had trained for this, had seen worse, but the shadow of the Dark Side looming over them was a new, unsettling variable. The door behind them exploded inward, and a squad of soldiers, not unlike themselves, burst into the room. But these were no ordinary soldiers - their eyes were glazed, their movements erratic and fueled by a rage that seemed otherworldly. Psychophants, brainwashed fanatics, the kind that didn't take prisoners.
Vanagor ignited his lightsaber, the blue blade casting a warm glow amidst the cold steel and the cold hearts of their adversaries. The clash of lightsaber and blaster fire filled the room, a dance of death and steel. The psychophants were strong, but disorganized, driven by the Dark Side rather than strategy or tactics.Alazar took point, his blasters weaving a deadly pattern, cutting down the enemy with the precision of a master swordsman. Stone followed close behind, her explosives expertise already evident in the controlled chaos she brought to the fight. Vanagor guarded their rear, his blade a beacon of hope in the sea of madness.
The battle was swift and brutal, but it was clear that the psychophants were not their only adversaries. The very air in the facility seemed to pulse with malice, as if the walls themselves were alive with the hatred that fueled the Dark Side. It grew stronger with every step they took, whispering in their ears, taunting them, urging them to falter. But Omega Squad was not easily swayed. They were one of the Alliance's finest, forged in the fires of war, their resolve unshakable. They fought back to back, a seamless unit of destruction and defense, each relying on the other for survival.
Their path grew increasingly perilous as they descended into the bowels of the facility. The storm outside mirrored the turmoil within, and the echoes of their fight grew more distant, swallowed by the facility's metal guts. They had to move fast; the leader of this twisted operation could not be allowed to release the virus. Vanagor could feel the Dark Side's presence growing stronger, coalescing into a single, malevolent force. The time for stealth had passed; they had to confront this evil head-on. He spoke into his comm, ["Alazar, we need to find the source of this Dark Side energy. It's controlling the psychophants, and if we don't stop it, we won't just fail our mission, we'll lose the war."]
Alazar's voice was tight with tension. ["Understood, Vanagor. We'll hold them off here. You find the leader and put an end to this."]
Vanagor nodded, his eyes never leaving the fray. He knew what he had to do. With a deep breath, he broke away from the group, his lightsaber a solitary beacon as he ventured deeper into the shadows. The air grew colder, the whispers of the Dark Side louder. The Jedi Knight's heart raced, not from fear, but from the anticipation of the challenge ahead. He was a lone warrior in a battle for the fate of the galaxy, and he would not fail. He could feel the Force guiding him, pushing him forward, urging him to be swift and decisive.
And so, Connel Vanagor marched towards the heart of darkness, the storm outside raging in tandem with the tempest within. His steps echoed through the corridors, a rhythm of destiny that grew louder with every passing second. The time for shadows had ended; the light of the Jedi would soon shine on the evil that lurked within.
The closer he got to the core of the facility, the stronger the Dark Side's presence grew. It was a pressure on his mind, a thick fog that threatened to obscure his thoughts and cloud his judgment. Yet, he pushed on, his resolve as unyielding as the steel walls that surrounded him. He knew that the leader of this twisted plot was drawing near, waiting for him like a spider in its web.
The final chamber was vast and empty, save for a single figure standing at the center, shrouded in the dark. The room thrummed with the power of the Dark Side, the very air charged with malice. As Vanagor stepped into the room, the figure turned to face him, revealing the twisted visage of a man whose soul had been claimed by the shadows. "Welcome, Jedi," the man sneered, his voice a mix of glee and madness. "You're just in time for the grand finale." His hand gestured to a control panel, where the countdown to the virus's release was already underway. "You see, I knew you would come. And now, you shall bear witness to the destruction of your precious Alliance."
Vanagor's eyes narrowed, the blue blade of his lightsaber a stark contrast to the blackness that enveloped them. "No matter what you do. No matter how hard you try, you will not win," he declared, his voice firm and unwavering. "The Force is with me, and the light will always triumph over darkness." Vanagor could feel the "cliche' in his voice, but he was truthful.
The Dark Side leader laughed, a sound that sent chills down the Jedi's spine. "You are but one," he taunted. "What hope do you have against the power of the Sith?"
With that, the battle began. The leader's lightsaber, a crimson blade of pure hatred, leapt to life, and the two clashed in a frenzy of light and shadow. The air crackled with energy, the very fabric of the room seeming to bend and twist around them. The Dark Side's embrace was strong, but Vanagor's will was stronger. He felt the ebb and flow of the Force, the balance of power shifting with every blow and parry. The leader was skilled, a master of his own twisted path, but the Jedi's training and the purity of his heart were unyielding.
Their duel raged on, a symphony of light and dark, each strike a testament to the unyielding will of their respective sides. The room was their stage, and the fate of the galaxy their audience. Sweat beaded on Vanagor's brow, and his muscles screamed for rest, but he knew that this was the moment that would define him - the moment he would either save countless lives or watch them be snuffed out by the plague of the Sith. As the leader's blade arced towards him in a vicious strike, Vanagor saw an opening. With a swiftness that seemed almost supernatural, he deflected the blow and sent his shield slicing through the air. It connected with the control panel, sparks flying as the countdown froze as it ricocheted back.
The Dark Side leader roared in fury, his eyes alight with the fires of the Dark Side. But Vanagor was ready for him, his shield a shimmering barrier against the tide of malice that surged towards him. The storm outside reached a crescendo, as if the planet itself were bearing witness to their struggle. Their blades met in a clash that shook the room, the sound of metal on metal ringing in their ears. The Dark Side leader's power was immense, but it was chaotic, wild, and undisciplined. Vanagor, however, was the embodiment of the Jedi Code: calm, focused, and precise.
With a final, desperate thrust, Vanagor drove the point of his upgraded shield through the man's chest, the crimson blade flickering out as the leader's life essence drained away. The room fell silent, the Dark Side's grip on the facility slipping away with the fading echoes of their battle. The Jedi Knight stood, panting and victorious, in the center of the room. The storm outside began to abate, the rage of the Dark Side dissipating with the fall of its champion. The countdown on the panel blinked erratically before going dark. The virus would not be released.
He turned to the control panel, the weight of his decision pressing down on him. He knew the Alliance would want to study the virus, to understand the depths of the Sith's depravity. But the cost of that knowledge was too high. With a firm hand, he activated the self-destruct sequence, ensuring that the foul creation would never see the light of day.
The sirens wailed, a mournful song that echoed through the corridors. Vanagor raced back to the control room, his combat shield at the ready for any final obstacle. The psychophants had thinned, their master's defeat weakening their resolve. The squad was waiting, their expressions a mix of relief and weariness.
"We have to go," he shouted over the alarms. "The facility is going to blow." They nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. They had done what they came for, but at what cost? The lives they had taken, the destruction they had wrought in the name of the Alliance, it all felt hollow now. Their retreat was a sprint, the alarms growing louder with every step. The psychophants were in disarray, their connection to the Dark Side leader severed. They fell easily to the precision of Omega Squad's firepower.
As they neared the extraction point, the ground trembled beneath them, a sign that the facility's self-destruct sequence was nearing completion. The rain had turned into a torrent, the wind howling like a beast unleashed. The Annunaki hovered above, its ramp open, waiting to swallow them up and carry them to safety. Vanagor was the last to board, his eyes lingering on the facility as it crumbled into the earth. The explosion was a silent scream, a fiery blossom that sent shockwaves through the air. The ship lurched, but the pilot was skilled, and they ascended into the tempestuous sky unscathed.
The ride back to the Alliance base was tense, the silence a testament to their collective exhaustion and the weight of their actions. Vanagor sat alone, his thoughts racing. What had driven the Sith to create such a weapon? What could possibly be worth the lives of so many? When they landed, the storm had passed, leaving in its wake a world washed clean of the facility's dark taint. Alazar approached him, his face etched with the lines of a man who had seen too much war in his relatively young years. "We did what we had to," he said, his voice low.
Vanagor nodded, his eyes still distant. "But at what cost?"
The commanding officer placed a firm hand on his shoulder. "We've bought time, Master Jedi. That's all we can do."
The two men parted ways, each lost in their own contemplation. As Vanagor walked through the bustling base, he couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the opening act in a much larger play. The Dark Side was not easily defeated, and the Sith would not rest until they had claimed victory.
He made his way to the medical bay, where the squad was being checked over. They were bruised and battered, but alive. As he looked at their faces, he knew that they were not just soldiers; they were his friends, his comrades in arms.
The doctor looked up, a knowing smile on her face. "You're the Jedi, right?"
Vanagor nodded.
"Well, you've got a knack for stirring up trouble," she said, her tone light despite the gravity of their mission. "But I suppose that's what heroes do."
He offered a half-smile, unsure if he felt like a hero. He had killed today, and while it was in the name of the greater good, the weight of it was a burden he knew he would carry for a long time. The briefing room was a flurry of activity when he arrived. The intel was being dissected, analyzed, and strategies were being formed. The data chip held the key to the Sith's next move, and the Alliance would not rest until it had been decoded.
Vanagor took a seat at the back, his shield resting across his knees. He knew his place in this war, and it was not in the shadows. The time for subtlety had passed. It was time for the Jedi to stand in the light and be seen again. The briefing room fell quiet as Admiral Liram Angellus entered, his gaze sweeping over the assembled team. "Good work, Omega Squad. You've averted a catastrophe today." His eyes lingered on Vanagor. "And Master Jedi Vanagor, your assistance was invaluable." Vanagor nodded, his thoughts still racing. The admiral leaned in, his voice a whisper. "Your presence here was no accident. There are greater forces at play, and your role in this war is just beginning." Of course they were the only two who would know the full truth. Connel asked "his uncle" if he could help out some way in order to get some experience in. This was the best way to do it so the Admiral pulled some strings and called in some favors. But this?
The room grew colder, the gravity of his words a chill that no warmth could dispel. The Jedi Knight looked up, his eyes meeting the admiral's. "What do you mean?"
Angellus leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. "The Sith, maybe it's the Sith Order, maybe it's some new group of psychos, we haven't found that out yet, but they have a new weapon, a creature of darkness that could change the tide of the war. And it's not just any creature; it's something... ancient. We need your insights, Vanagor. Your connection to the Force may be our only hope of understanding it."
The room was still, the only sound the murmur of the data screens and the soft beep of medical equipment. Vanagor felt the weight of the galaxy on his shoulders, the burden of his new mission heavy in his chest. "What is it?" he asked, his voice steady despite his racing thoughts.
The admiral's eyes narrowed. "We don't know much yet, but what we do know is that it's powerful, and it's already claimed several worlds in the unknown regions. We need you to find it before it's too late."
The Jedi nodded, his mind racing with the implications. "I'll do what I can," he said, standing up. "But I'll need Omega Squad with me. They're the best there is. They taught me a lot in a short amount of time and I could not do this without them."
The admiral studied him for a moment before giving a curt nod. "As you wish. Alazar, assemble your team. Get a brief, grab some chow and get some sleep.You leave at dawn."
The commanding officer saluted, his expression grim. "Yes, sir."
The squad gathered in the briefing room, the air thick with anticipation and a hint of fear. They knew what was at stake; they had seen the horrors of war, the price of failure. Alazar's eyes met Vanagor's, and the Jedi knew that the trooper had questions, but now was not the time for answers. "This mission is top secret," Alazar began, his voice low and intense. "We're looking for a creature, something that makes even the most seasoned soldiers quiver in their boots. We don't know what we're walking into, but we know we can't fail."
The troopers nodded, their faces a mask of determination. They had fought together before, and they knew that their survival depended on each other. They had to trust that the Force would guide them through this uncharted territory. Vanagor stepped forward, holding his shield outward. "We are the sword and the shield," he said, his voice carrying the weight of his belief. "We stand for justice, for peace. And we will not falter."
The room was silent for a moment before the troopers murmured their agreement, a quiet strength that grew into a roar. "For the Alliance!" they shouted in unison, their fists raised. The mission ahead was fraught with danger, the path uncertain. But as they left the room, the storm outside had passed, and the stars shone clear and bright, a promise of hope in the vast expanse of space. The Annunaki took off into the night, the engines a defiant roar against the darkness. The galaxy was vast, full of shadows and secrets, but they had a beacon to guide them: the light of the Force. And as they disappeared into the abyss, the promise of a new battle was written in the stars, a battle that would test their mettle and their hearts.
The Jedi and the soldiers of Omega Squad had been thrown together by fate, bound by a mission that transcended their differences. They were an unlikely alliance, but one that could change the course of the war, at least the one on this front. And as they hurtled through the void, towards the unknown, they knew that they were not just fighting for the Alliance, but for the very soul of the galaxy. The Dark Side loomed large, a specter that threatened to swallow all in its path. But they had faced the storm and survived, and they would not be deterred.
The hunt for the creature of darkness had begun, and with every jump to lightspeed, every heartbeat that brought them closer, the stakes grew higher. The fate of countless lives rested in their hands, and they were ready to bear the burden. Their journey would take them to the edge of the known universe, into the heart of enemy territory, and perhaps even into the very maw of the Dark Side itself. But they had each other, and the unyielding flame of hope that burned within them all.
The war was far from over, and the battles to come would be fiercer than any they had faced. But in the quiet moments between the storms, as they flew into the abyss, they knew that they were ready to face whatever lay ahead. For they were Omega Squad, and they were the light that pierced the dark. Days turned into weeks as they followed the trail of the ancient creature, the whispers of its destruction echoing through the stars. Planets fell silent, their once-thriving populations decimated, leaving only desolate landscapes in its wake. The creature was a harbinger of doom, a weapon of mass destruction that the Sith had unearthed from the annals of history.
Their intel grew more detailed, the breadcrumbs leading them closer to the creature's lair. The Sith had underestimated the tenacity of the Alliance and the power of the Jedi. Vanagor felt a growing sense of urgency, the Force tugging at him like an impatient child, urging him to hasten their pursuit. Finally, they arrived at the creature's last known location, a desolate moon shrouded in the shadow of a dying star. The air was thick with the stench of decay and fear, a palpable reminder of the lives snuffed out by the creature's hunger for destruction.
The squad disembarked, their boots sinking into the fine dust that covered the ground. They moved as one, their movements coordinated and precise, each step a silent promise to the galaxy that they would not fail. The moon's surface was a labyrinth of ancient ruins, the stones whispering of battles long past and the echoes of a forgotten civilization. Vanagor's shield was at the ready, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of movement. The Dark Side was a living entity here, pulsing with malice, a miasma that coiled around them, trying to choke the light from their hearts. But they pushed on, driven by their mission and the lives that depended on them.
As they ventured deeper into the ruins, the air grew colder, the shadows longer. They knew the creature was close, could feel its malevolent presence in the very fabric of the Force. And then, as if on cue, it emerged from the darkness. The creature was a monstrosity, a blend of organic and mechanical, a living embodiment of the Sith's twisted desires. Its eyes were pools of black, fathomless and filled with the promise of an eternal nightmare. The ground trembled with each step it took, the very air seemed to bend around its massive form.
["Steady,"] Alazar murmured into the comm, his voice a beacon of calm amidst the chaos. ["We've got this."]
Vanagor stepped forward, his lightsaber a stark contrast to the creature's cold, unyielding blackness. "You will not claim any more lives," he said, his voice echoing through the ruins.
The creature roared, a sound that seemed to shake the very stars themselves. It lunged, its claws slicing through the air with a speed that belied its size. The squad opened fire, their blasters a symphony of light and heat, but the creature barely flinched.
Vanagor knew that this was his battle, his purpose. So he put the shield on the ground and finally, finally, grew the nerve to pull his lightsaber and ignited the weapons. He leaped into the fray, his lightsaber a blur of blue as he met the creature's charge. The clash of their weapons was like thunder, the sparks flying like embers in a supernova. The creature was powerful, but so was the Jedi's resolve. The fight was a dance of death, a ballet of lightsaber and claw, each move calculated and precise. The creature was relentless, its strength seemingly inexhaustible, but so too was the Jedi's commitment to his cause. The air was alive with the crackle of energy, the smell of burning metal and the acrid scent of fear.
But fear was not in Vanagor's heart. Only determination, only the will to protect those who could not protect themselves. He could feel the Force guiding him, lending him strength, whispering the secrets of the creature's weaknesses. As the creature lunged again, Vanagor saw his opening. He spun, his lightsaber slicing through the air with a speed that seemed impossible, and with a deafening roar, the creature's head toppled to the ground, the body following in a spray of black ooze.
The silence that followed was deafening, a stark contrast to the cacophony of the battle. The creature's lifeless form smoldered, a testament to the power of the light side. The squad took a collective breath, their eyes locked on the vanquished monstrosity. "We did it," Stone murmured, her voice shaking.
Vanagor nodded, his lightsaber deactivating with a soft hiss. "Yeah, but the fight isn't over," he reminded them. "The Sith are still out there, and they won't stop until they've brought the galaxy down in flames."
Alazar's gaze was steely. "We'll be ready for them."
They collected the creature's remains for study, the weight of their victory tempered by the knowledge that they had only uncovered the tip of the Sith's sinister iceberg. As they loaded the evidence onto the Whispering Nightfall, the squad was quiet, lost in their own thoughts about what lay ahead. The journey back to Alliance space was a blur, the stars outside the ship's windows a blur of light and shadow. They knew their next mission would be to uncover the Sith's true plan, to find out how they had uncovered this ancient weapon and how they intended to use it.
As they approached the base, the gravity of their findings weighed heavily on their shoulders. They had bought the Alliance time, but the war was far from won. The Sith would not rest until they had crushed all opposition, and Omega Squad had just become their number one target. The briefing room was packed with high-ranking officials and scientists, all eager to hear of their encounter. Vanagor stepped forward, the data chip in hand, and recounted their battle with the creature. The room was silent as he spoke, the gravity of his words hanging in the air like a shroud.
When he was done, the questions came in a flood. What was it? How did the Sith control it? Could it be recreated? Vanagor had answers to some, but the most pressing question remained unspoken: What would the Sith do next? The Jedi knew that their victory was but a temporary reprieve. The Dark Side was ever-evolving, ever-hungry. And as long as it existed, so too would the threat to the galaxy. The squad was debriefed, their injuries tended to, but the battle scars ran deeper than flesh. They had seen the depths of evil, had danced with the very essence of darkness. But they had also seen the power of the light, the strength of unity and hope.
The night was long, the stars a silent witness to their triumph and their fears. Vanagor stood at the window of the medical bay, the lightsaber at his side a silent sentinel. He knew that the creature was not the end, but rather the beginning of a new chapter in this eternal struggle. And as the ship docked, the gravity of their mission settled on them like a cloak of destiny. They had to prepare for the battles to come, to anticipate the Sith's next move, to ensure that the light of the Alliance continued to burn brightly against the encroaching shadows.
The briefing room was a hive of activity, the intel from the mission spread out on the table like the pieces of a cosmic puzzle. The creature's origins were ancient, its purpose clear: to sow fear and destruction in the name of the Sith. The scientists studied the remains with a mix of fascination and horror, piecing together the nightmare that had been unleashed. The Sith had drawn first blood, but the Alliance would not rest until the threat had been eliminated. New strategies were discussed, new alliances forged. The Jedi Council sent messages of gratitude and a warning of the trials ahead. The Dark Side was not a force to be underestimated, and they knew that the Sith would not be so careless again.
Vanagor sat in meditation, the Force a river of power that flowed through him. He felt the ebb and flow of the galaxy's emotions, the fear and anger that the creature had left in its wake. He knew that the balance was precarious, that the war was a delicate dance on the edge of a knife. The squad gathered around him, their faces a mirror of his own determination. They had seen the worst of the Dark Side, had felt its icy grip. But they had also seen the strength of the light, had felt the warmth of the Force guiding them through the storm.
Alazar placed a hand on the Jedi's shoulder, his gaze unwavering. "We stand with you, Vanagor. To the end."
and with a start he awoke, again, as in the past, in the kitchens of the ship "Prosperity". It was yet another dream, he couldn't remember how he got where he was, but this time... this time... he remembered the dream, every detail... and knew what he had to do.
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Bonemer enhancements to strengthen structure of the body
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Hemo enhancements for blood flow
Hawkeye implants for eyes
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Bonemer enhancements to strengthen structure of the body
Muscle enhancements.
Hemo enhancements for blood flow
Hawkeye implants for eyes
Advanced Medical Implant
Scentzy