The Slithering Shadow
Lifting up his lightsabers, Mak scowled at Malic, feeling the sweat build up in his beard. They had been fighting for close to an hour, a battle that didn't seem to have any determined winner, and he wasn't so sure that he was capable of continuing such an attack on the Sith Master. Slithering back slowly as Malic edged forward with his own blade, Mak looked around the barren landscape of the moon they were fighting on. A trillion stars were above them, the only witnesses to this duel as Mak pulled out his pipe.
"I know that you're not going to get what you came for, Malic!"
Laughing softly, Malic pointed his lightsaber at Mak, the darkness emanating from the Sith in such waves that Mak bared his teeth at him.
"Being stuck years inside of your damn head has allowed me to know who the real you is, Mak. That's why the Jedi consider you a threat. That's why your allies and your friends consider you an enemy. That's why you came to this moon to confront me, because you wanted to die while taking me down. Understand this, you pathetic worm: you're not going to redeem yourself because of this. You're too far gone to be saved, but I can help you with your DEATH!"
Launching himself at Mak, Malic shot forward, ready to slice him down, and as Mak raised his lightsabers, he was prepared for more deflections and parries.
Coruscant
Jedi Temple
Mak's Quarters
Current Day
As his eyes shot open, he looked around his room, confused at first with where he was before it finally dawned onto him that he was no longer in his own time, that he was back on Coruscant again, that he was now affiliated with the New Jedi Order.
Getting out of his seat, he moved to the bathroom quickly, not even bothering for his cane despite the pain in his tail. The flickering lights overhead cast an unsettling glow as he reached the sink. Leaning over the cool porcelain basin, his hands trembling slightly as he cupped them under the faucet and let the cold water rush over his palms. He splashed his face, the frigid water a sharp contrast to the heat of the feelings surging within him. For a moment, he could hardly breathe as the memory flooded back. As the droplets cascaded down into his beard, he let out a shuddering breath, attempting to clear his mind and reforge the resolve that had made him rejoin the Jedi.
Checking the time on his communicator, Mak came back into his room and took a seat again.
When he had asked Valery for a room, she had offered him a spacious chamber that was bright and lively, warmth coming off from the wooden furniture and the soft carpeting beneath his tail. Sunlight filtered in through expansive windows, illuminating the room with a golden glow that seemed to breathe life into the very air. It was a place designed for reflection, inspiration, and comfort.
Instead, he had asked for a room at the bottom of the temple, and he had been given it. Other than his chair in which he sat and slept and a small table that held the few items he kept on him, there was nothing else in the room. It was bare and empty, just slightly cold and dark with shadows that always lingered.
Closing his eyes for a second, he felt his breathing slow, but sleep wasn't going to come back...
He needed damn answers...
Getting up again, he used the Force to bring his cane from the table and left, moving slowly and softly through the temple, the tapping of his cane the only sound nearby. It was well past midnight, and virtually the entire temple was asleep with only a few Jedi still awake, either on guard duty or handling pressing matters. He hadn't passed by a single soul as he travelled, and as he came outside of the Archives, he could see it was empty inside.
Slithering in slowly, Mak found his way to a table with a computer and stared at the blank screen, wondering what he was able to search for. Turning it on, he decided to look up an old name.
Input: Information on the Entity
Half a second later, a woman's voice began to speak.
"The Entity was a Sith spirit enslaved by Darth Baras, who helped facilitate his rise to power and ascendancy onto the Dark Council with her powers of precognition and farseeing. Centuries before the Great Galactic War, the Entity nearly conquered the galaxy and almost eradicated the Jedi Order."
Tapping his cane against the floor, Mak frowned for a second before he began to type again.
Input: Similar beings to the Entity
"Similar beings can include Abeloth, the Dark Underlord, and Wuztek. Major characteristics include consciousness, will, perception and cognition. All known force entities are considered highly powerful and extremely dangerous."
Pulling out his pipe, Mak lit it quickly before typing in the word he wasn't sure if he wanted to see or not.
Input: Information on Sith Master Malic
"There is no known information on this topic."
Puffing silently, Mak tried another term.
Input: Details about cloaked, hooded entities that are capable of harnessing the Dark Side of the Force
"There is no known information on this topic."
Growling, he pressed in another term.
Input: News articles about shadowy robed figures killing
"There is no known information on this topic."
"FRAK YOU!"
Turning off the computer, Mak tensed up and let out a stream of smoke from his mouth as the weight of his unsuccess settled on his shoulders. The flickering screen faded to black, leaving him in the soft glow of the lamp that was on his table. The air thickened with the scent of tobacco as he looked around at the thousands of books, datapads, relics, manuals and much more that surrounded him. It was a treasure trove of knowledge and he was lost on where to start.
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