Light years away, a man was inside of a Republic starfighter, his own. The ship, battered and rusted, drifted through space, asteroids and wreckage surrounding it.
Bastila... Carth.... Anyone... Revan calls to you. Please... Come to him. You... know where to find him.
The telepathic thoughts echoed past the void of space in front of him, but whoever heard it, he knew not. His eye sockets were dark, scars painting his body. Now, as he gazed upon more wreckage, and a large, green sphere, he clung to the Force. It was the only thing that was keeping him there, but he only hoped that someone would find him first. Anyone.
"Education is what remains after one has forgotten everything he learned in school." - Albert Einstein
Last edited by Modest Mouse; 09-19-2007 at 06:38 PM.