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Author’s Notes: Now we’re back on track! Evil Stryker’s motives are revealed in this story. Someone comes back? Maybe. Read on to find out.

Stryker’s fighter sped the the vastness of space. He was getting closer to Nar Shaddaa. He had a reason to search for the Secret Star Forge. He had heard, in his time, of a person named Ravenstrike. Ravenstrike had an immense amount of anger, and left everyone behind suddenly one day. Stryker hoped to find Ravenstrike at the Secret Star Forge. There, he would forge an allegiance with him. Then, he would annihilate the imbeciles that his father had hung out with. Stryker despised his father for the reason he had killed him in his time. He hated how Atton had treated Norris. Of course, he hadn’t done it in this time, but he wanted to prevent it from happening.

He neared the Secret Star Forge. Using the codes he had obtained, he sent a transmission to the hidden factory. Suddenly, the cloak surrounding it disappeared, and it was revealed. It was just like the original Star Forge. Stryker gazed at the Rakatan factory. Landing in the hangar, he began his search for Ravenstrike.

Dawn once more on the strange world. He stretched. He knew he was approaching his old friend. He would soon be alive again. All he had to do was find that old bat! She was harder to find than a tach that liked to play hide-and-seek! He laughed to himself and whistled a song he had heard as a child. He approached the temple he had set out to find. “Finally, I’ve found this damned temple!” he said as he walked up its pathway. He reached the doors and opened them. Inside, a myriad of different Jedi and Sith stood in the main room. He headed straight for the old woman in the very center of the room, completely bypassing Vrook and Kavar. “Arden Slyk. Or better known as Darth Revan.” she said, seeing him. “Kreia. More widely known as Darth Traya.” Arden said idly. “Cut the small small talk. Tell me how to be revived.” She smield at him. “Very well,” she told him, “but it shall take some time. There are things you must do…”

On Telos, things were relatively calm. As Dustil had suggested, the group began patching their friendships back together. Mical, however, began to show signs that he was going slightly insane, as he began to babble to himself on some occasions. He also began to stare at everyone at times. No one quite knew what to do. Finally, Mission took him away from the group to talk to him. “What’s going on with you, Mical? You usually like to socialize with everyone.” He seemed unsure on how to react. “Well…I think…I’m under stress.” She knew he was lying through his teeth. “C’mon, you can tell me!” she told him, giving him a small smile. He signed. “Very well. I believe I am having a bit difficulty trying to learn to trust everyone again. You and Carth are the only real ones I trust. I’m gaving difficulties trusting the others.” “Even Norris and Atton?” “Yes, even them.” This conversation was ceased because Bastila came over telling them to join the party. Indeed, there WAS a party. Almost EVERYONE became drunk off of juma juice. The only sober ones were Mical and, surprisingly, Mandalore. In fact, Mandalore went to bed early, claiming that “the damn party was getting too out of control” for him.

Meanwhile, on the Secret Star Forge, Stryker’s search for Ravenstrike ended. He was nowhere in sight. However, there was SOMEONE on this station. He couldn’t sense who, however. It seemed he was in a “grip of poison.” In his time, a grip of poison was a a term used to describe a situation in which all effort seemed fruitless. He wasn’t going to give up in his search for Ravenstrike, however, even if it took him years. Late that night, on Telos, Jolee was sitting outside, staring at the stars. He sighed. “I wonder how I got this old. I don’t even know where half of my life went. Oh, that’s right. I spent it on Kashyyk. I’m becoming senile. Bah. No more thoughts or babbling. Why can’t I just enjoy the sight of the stars for once?” He continued to stare at the stars. It brought some peace to him. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of light. He looked over to where he had seen the flash. When the light disappeared, he saw…

TO BE CONTINUED…

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