STAR WARS: RETROSPECTION- Broken

"You were behind this? You should have known that someone would be sent out to investigate...and just exactly what purpose could this have?" Rianna says. She doesn't reply to his second point, remembering that her comm wasn't working earlier.

"What else do you gain from trading drugs?" Rand asks.

"So the violence and murders mean nothing to you, so long as you get a bit of money," Rianna states, fairly harshly. "But of course, why should I be surprised. Look what you did to Foghren simply because he wouldn't go along with your insanity..."

"So now what?" she asks, rather aware of the fact that she can't do anything herself at this point.

"Foghren was a failure of mine; he was unable to see what power lay within the grasp of the Dark Side," Rand says. "I have found others who think differently, as you can see. Of course... I always have room for more students, Rianna."

"He also was the only person I ever could call a friend," Rianna snaps. "And no. Never."

"You say that now, but you and I both know that you cannot control your own emotions," Rand says. "I sensed your anger quite clearly when I appeared."

"I am not that far hopeless...at least I try."

"Do, or do not," Rand says, with a wicked grin. "Trying doesn't cut it. You will understand that soon enough."

"I'm not going to give up. I worked hard to get this far, and did it despite the doubts of others. I am not going to quit, and I am not going to join you."

"That is not what I have foreseen," Rand says.

"I don't care what you've foreseen. It's wrong. There is no way I am going to join you, and any attempt you try will fail."

"You are right. It is entirely possible that you will not. But... I intend to push my visions closer to becoming reality. Only time will tell."

"Master, can we get on with this?" one of the other darkly robed figures says. "I sense our time is growing short..."

"Patience, my apprentice," Rand says. "We have time yet. Rianna, I am going to give you a chance to stop my next plan. How does that sound?"

"You won't succeed. And somehow, I don't trust you as far as I could throw you," Rianna replies. "How do I know it's not some sort of trap?"

"How do you know that it is?" the other robed figure asks, his voice higher and younger. The gruff-voiced man gestures for him to shut up.

Rand seems content to let you come up with an answer to that.

"I don't, but I do know that the Dark Side twists everything, and I'd be a fool to trust anything out of any of your mouths. Especially you, Rand."

Rand smiles, baring his teeth. Physically, he is different than you remember. His green skin has been bleached white, and his teeth are filed down into points. He looks unhealthy.

"Good. I see some of Myraline's stubborness in you, girl. It will provide more of a challenge for my students. You see, they need a sufficient challenge for me to be satisfied that they are, in fact, ready for the Galaxy. You, my darling girl, are one of the most talented Jedi I know. In the process, I want to break you. And I will break you."

"You think my stubbornness comes from Myraline? She's nothing compared to me in that regard..." Rianna retorts, though she's becoming increasingly nervous with the situation.

"That's nice," Rand says. "Now, listen carefully. There is something I want. This something is inside a box. The box is inside a mansion. The mansion is on the planet Ord Coridari. You will stop me, or my associates and I will take it."

"Why? What is so important about this box? And I can't just abandon a mission from the Council, and if I were in any shape to stop you right now I wouldn't be sitting here still talking to you."

"Your business on Reecee is done," Rand says. "I know, because I was running everything. And now I'm leaving. So there you go. Free to do as you please! I'm sure the Council will be very interested in what I've been up to. How's everyone? Myraline? Ciira? I'm sure you're pleased that Myraline has found a Padawan that she gets along better with..."