Coruscant Orbit
The camera pans across a great swathe of space traffic around Coruscant, perhaps the busiest 'airspace' in the galaxy. Ships of all sizes and descriptions flow, glide or lumber past. The point of view moves closer into the planet, where we see many of the fixed installations that exist in close orbit- communications satellites, defence installations, hyperspace modules for Jedi starfighters...
Then one larger installation comes into view- s space station, large and modern looking, foreboding and grey, and with very few windows. A large shuttle coming up from the surface has just docked with it. The camera pans in to the arrival area- one of the view places with an outside view- but says in space, so we see but not hear what is going on inside.
Descending out from the shuttle are all of you- Roan and the Jedi, Xeth and the Renegades; all with a mixture of stern and curious looks. Coming to great you is a man in a neat white uniform, who offers his had to Roan and you start to talk. The man, despite his polite gesture, does not seem happy. The camera pans along as you walk, and as it heads into an office- with many certificates on the walls- now we can only see the man you are talking to as he gets increasingly frustrated. Eventually, though, things seem to move on. All of you move off together, deeper into the station.
We see in sparse windows how you walk through the complex, continuing to look around in curiosity. Every so often, you come to a giant metal bulkhead, which is only opened after a number of actions are taken by the man in the white uniform. You do not meet anyone else on your journey.
Eventually, you come to your destination- but you do not enter it. You stand outside the room you have come to, where a large observation window affords a look inside. The window is slightly less than transparent, as the material is extremely thick and toughened to withstand damage. Inside, all there seems to be is gloom- and the silhouette of a being on the ground.
The camera finally pans in through a small window and the man in the white uniform can be heard.
“... has no choice in the matter; if I activate the link he can hear us and we him. But he cannot see us from his side until I activate that feature for him also.” He pushes a button and speaks into a microphone. “Now, listen to me. You have...”
“I have visitors,” comes a soft voice from inside. It sounds cultured and well-spoken, yet there is an edge on it that it hard to define, and seems to unsettle the listener.”
“What makes you think that?”
“I know.”
“Come now, we've talked about this before. You can do better than that. You've never talked about visitors before.”
“It's never been the right time before. I've been waiting. Hello Roan, hello Xeth. I am looking forward to meeting all your new friends.”
The two named Jedi exchange uneasy glances.
“Now listen to me. You must not exhibit...”
“Talking of disappointments, how can you not have thought I would know this? I see many things, and one advantage of being locked in a room I cannot leave is that one becomes marvellously focussed on what is going to come. Any tiny change echoes through causality. You really thought I wouldn't know? I didn't expect you to to know my other two reasons, but that you should have known. I'd express disappointment but your incompetence is terribly predictable.”
“Cease that behaviour at once! I am not here to argue with you!”
“No, but you did not want to be here at all, and finally I have someone worth talking to, and I am sure they are keen. You see, my second reason for knowing was simple logic, which I knew you would have trouble with. It was always going to be this way. Something has changed, and now the activities of Kuylen in the days before Avalar have stopped being an idle curiosity and started to become a vital matter. And I know why.”
“These people...”
“Syphar n Kalar!” the silhouette exclaims- have shout, half snarl. He starts to laugh. “Yes., Your reactions tell me all I need to know. The third reason then.”
A beep sounds as the electronic clock, one of the few things in the room inside, strikes the hour.
“It is time...”
“Listen to me!”
“Let me see. I should see as well as feel you, if you want me to speak.”
“Whether you speak or not...”
“... is ultimately down to me, and I wish to see. There can be no harm in that.”
“Very well..” says the man, irritably, and presses another control. In a flash, the silhouette stands and reaches a hand forwards in the Grip stance, causing a number of the Jedi to reach for their sabres- or maybe even activate depending on your mood- and for the man in the white uniform to give a shriek and jerk back. But the silhouette is just laughing.
“Oh, too easy, doctor. As if I would waste my time killing a wretch like you. Such a tiny moment of pleasure as opposed to the problems it would cause me....”
The silhouette takes a step forwards.
“Adelmo is back. You need my help. I am willing to give it to you... on my terms.”
“You will get no terms! Do you really think we would release you just because...”
“Release me? Oh doctor, you really are entirely bereft of imagination. You think I would ask for anything so tedious? Do you really think I even care? Do you think I need to trick you into letting me do you harm? Do you not understand? You really think this place can hold me? That anything can? I am patient. I have stayed here waiting for this time to come. And now it has.”
The silhouette finally steps forwards towards the glass, his tall form becoming visible as he does so. You can see his smile.
“Time for you to get to know me then. I am Alik Saar. Come play my game.”