<i>Something's coming.</i><br/><br/>The thought danced across the edge of Johte's senses, and he batted it away.  He was so tired.  His consciousness found rest in a vast expanse of Light, without sound or sensation, but his body's longing for sleep lurked in the corners of his mind, made thought hazy, reactions slow.  To slip into the respite of slumber, to steal a few precious moments of rest....<br/><br/><i>One is coming. They are following him.</i><br/><br/><i><b>Shut up!</b></i>A flare of irritation- though it wouldn't do him any good, but by every star in the galaxy, he was<i>so</i>tired.  He hadn't felt the full weight of his weariness until he'd stopped moving.  Perhaps resting hadn't been such a good idea after all...<br/><br/><i>Johte Fang!</i>The voice was that of his dead Master, snapping across his senses like a whip-crack, and with a startled intake of breath he jerked awake, cybernetics whirring softly as they came online to scan the cavern around him, but it was what he sensed and not what he saw that fully roused him-<br/><br/>A shadow, drawing nearer- Sith.  And behind it, a nauseating wave of sick, of bloodthirsty rage, of mindless hatred- a legion of rakghouls.<br/><br/>He grit his teeth and rose to his feet, the golden glow of his lightsaber flashing out into the darkness.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>