"It shall be done my mistress...I shall start on Ryloth....I feel an inkling in the force in that region, and it's growing," N'la told his master, getting up off his knees, he turned and headed for the academy hangar.
Once inside the hangar, he jumped into the cockpit of his customized sith fighter, the 'purgatory'. He prepped the ship, and after awhille, the small silver spec of a ship could be seen leaving the surface of the crumbling planet.
The 'purgatory' exited hyperspace above the planet Ryloth, he still felt something drawing him through the force to this place. But the drawing was not of a presence, nor anything commonly felt in the force, just echoes.
The ship landed on the surface of the planet, in the middle of nowhere, literaly. N'la exited his vessel, looking around at the horizon, he looked for any signs. N'la saw nothing, yet felt something, so he started walking, no purpose, no destination, just walking.
"But in you...I see the potential to see the Force die, to turn away from its will..."
"You are beautiful to me, exile. A dead spot in the Force, an emptiness in which its will might be denied."
"But no Jedi ever made the choice you did. To sever ties so completely, so utterly, that it leaves a wound in the Force..."
"I would have killed the galaxy to preserve you...You are more precious than you know..."-now...it's verbatim!-A quote from Darth Traya (Kreia)