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<< It has been sometime but lets see if I can still do this.
Wolf can you hear me...? Wolf... it is Dacon, can you hear me...? >>
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<< Dacon? Is that you? >>
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<< Well this all happened when I was fighting your old apprentice...Jayden. By the way, you always did know how to pick em. I told you and warned you about him when he betrayed you, but you didn't listen. There was always something about him I didn't like, I don't know why, but I see why now. He recently merged all the great empires into what he now calls the 4th Galactic Empire. I was battling him and another Sith rescue a woman named Shadow and her kids and well...I gave it all I had and I was killed. >>
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But Picas knew. He looked down, and where the was nothing before was... he. Hands and feet and white robes of the like not seen in decades. Picas loved his robes. They were white, and that meant purity. He was pure. But no, he wasn't. Picas couldn't be pure. Look at where he was! As his body took shape, Picas began wondering why he had never regained form in the lifetimes that he had spent in the Netherworld. Why now? But deep down, Picas knew. He knew why. Part of him thought that it was just because he was looking for his body when he looked down. This was a place of mind-over-matter, after all. But he knew that it wasn't just that. Something big was coming. Something big, not big in size, but in importance. Picas knew he would have to fight it; no, not fight it. Perhaps he would help it? Picas didn't know. Picas couldn't know; he was never adept at seeing into the future. Even now, where his access to the Force was limitless, Picas knew that he wasn't in the right place. He wasn't in any place. He was in the inbetween; neither light nor dark. And yet, Picas wasn't alone.
It hissed, neither real nor illusionary. It giggled, then clicked its tongue. The sound echoed around the nothingness; or was it just Picas' new head? Now that Picas had a body, his companion would have a body, too. The companion that destroyed him and... loved him. There was a crack and black mist which sprouted from the not-ground, and then He appeared.*
"We're growing powerful again..." *He said. His face was deathly pale. His eyes were yellow and red like fire, and his hairless head didn't shine. It was... cold. Stone, dead cold. Picas knew that his eternity in death, not being able to move on, was due to his crimes under the sway of Him. This old Sith Lord that had possessed him decades ago had stayed with him in his journey beyond life. Picas, though, was no Jedi. Not anymore. That was obvious by where they were.*
"Strong?" *Picas spat back at Him, his distaste showing through like a star in the night sky. His hatred for the Sith Lord's spirit was only eclipsed by his love for Him. Sometimes they intertwined. Picas did not know peace or serenity any longer; only pain. Not true, physical pain. Pain of the heart. His heart broke every time he thought about what He had done in Picas' stead. And He still loved Picas, deeply. Picas wasn't sure when this love appeared, or when it took such hold of him, but Picas had never allowed the Word to become Flesh. He had never voiced his feelings, and in that way it made them seem less real. Like they were an illusion, an illusion caused by Him. And yet... Picas knew they were real. Those feelings were his, and they were reciprocated. Picas was in love with his mortal enemy.*
"Strong, and stronger," *He said.* "The universe needs us."
*Picas did not reply.*
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