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Author’s notes: Well, so far, the new series has been labelled as sad, dark, and emo. It’s not gonna be all sugar and rainbows in this story, either. This story is a follow-up of the previous story. It may/may not have a sad ending. I ain’t giving away the details of it away. You gotta read to find out. Listening to Thunderhorse, Nymphetamine, and Smells Like Teen Spirit.

The rubble fell off this mysterious figure like sand sifts through an hourglass. The figure walked around the silent landscape of the now-destroyed planet. It grinned an evil grin. It then began laughing a laugh that would have made even the bravest warriors run in fright. The laugh has the sound of a male voice. The figure then resumed his walk across the dead world, not paying attention the the corpse of the Sith that littered the surface, nor the bodies of slain storm beasts. It was dark, but he seemed to be able to see perfectly. Walking along, he made his way to the ruins of the Trayus Academy. He smiled his evil smile as he walked up the pathway to the ancient learning center.

On the Ebon Hawk, Atton was sad about leaving everyone behind. He didn’t want this to happen, but it had to. “T3, I wish it didn’t have to be like this. It’s all because of that damned fool betraying us time and time again. I understand why Carth didn’t trust anyone.” T3 beeped in sympathy, as if to tell Atton it would turn out ok. “Yeah…I hope you’re right. I just wish I didn’t have to leave. Keep an eye on the cockpit for me for a few minutes, will ya?” He got up and left the cockpit. He entered the starboard dormitory, where he had set up a makeshift crib for Annette. Being careful as to not wake her, he kissed his child’s head gently. He smiled, but it was sad smile. He knew that she may never see her mother again.

On Telos, things were still in shambles. The slain allies had been buried recently. This just added to the pain. Mission became concerned for Bastila, for she had become crazed. This night, a big disturbance rocked the house. Bastila, like Atton had done, began laughing manically. And it was for absolutely no reason at all. It erupted from her like lava erupted from Mustafar’s volcanoes. She couldn’t control it. She was OUT of control. Mical knocked her out by hitting her upside the head with one of his huge, thousand page Jedi philosphy books. She was put on bed rest for a week.

Meanwhile, on Malachor, the mysterious being had been studying the secrets of the Trayus Academy. He entered the collapsed core of the facility at one time, managing to reassemble it adequately. Finally, the figure removes his hood and mask. “This place…it shall teach me more about my father’s past. I feel it!” he said to the silence of the vacant halls. His face had a scar that was thin, and went diagonally acroos his face from his left eye to just below his mouth. His skin resembled a human’s, as he was one. His last name was Rand. His full name was Stryker Aric Rand. This was none other than Norris’s and Atton’s son grown up! He walked the broken and destroyed planet of Malachor V. This was where no one walks.

On Telos, the night was still and calm…for the first time in weeks, that is. Bastila’s condition had turned back to normal. The entire house was awoken when a knock on the door sounded out. Everyone got out of bed, groggy and irritated. Mission opened the door. She couldn’t believe her eyes! There stood…

TO BE CONTINUED…

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