<em>The land was barren now.  Once there might have been lush green fields and streams of clear blue water.  Perhaps this land had once feed a myriad of creatures.  Blood now choked the life from this place.  Blood and ash were all that this field would ever produce.  Hanta Yo could no longer feel the Force here or at least not the Force as he would know.  Instead all he could feel was the nothingness that resulted from petty squabbles and short-sighted ambition.  Before him flags fluttered violently depicting the symbols of Jedi and Sith.  A violent wind picking up and slamming into him, through him and past.  Yet not even his cloak was disturbed by that force.  He was not truly a part of this world.<br/><br/>Staring down at the ground he could see different styles of armor from different times in history.  Some he might recognize; others were either lost to time or not yet come to pass.  All the warriors of the Jedi and Sith through time seemed laid out before him as far as the eye could see.  Young and full of life once, these warriors now lay without anything on the ground.  Each unmoving yet still serving their ideals.  Staring at the face of a young soldier he could see the evidence of youth and potential now wasted.  Yet something was amiss as he gazed onto that still and perfect face.  Something not quite right with the lips that appeared moving even in death.  Indeed, looking past this one to the next he could see lips still moving, still whispering.<br/><br/>Around him now in a rising wave of noise he could feel those whispers mounting.  Each body reciting their own creed and code.  The ideals of the Jedi and Sith swarmed to his ears like buzzing insects.  Each chant warring along his ears and inside his mind for supremacy.  That volume of noise so great it pushed him back and onto the blood soaked ground at his feet.  He could taste the metallic elixir of life on his lips when he rose, feel the weight of those deaths on his body as he tried to stand.  Above him a darkness rolled to life while the chants rose higher and louder.  Pale lightening flashed and the sun grew black.<br/><br/><strong>Petty.<br/><br/>Useless.<br/><br/>All this power and you waste it.<br/><br/>I am coming Teacher.  Gather your pupils and send them to me.  <br/><br/>Even in Death I have a use for you all.</strong><br/><br/>Lightening cracked in the space between the dark clouds and Hanta Yo.  He felt the burning and pain of the strike.  Felt himself propelled backward and then through the world he occupied.  That chanting still occupying his ears and his senses until he felt a sudden cold slam into his back.</em><br/><br/><br/>Hanta Yo awoke violently from his resting place.  Cold bio-fluid flowed out of the chamber, yet he could smell the scent still of his burning flesh.  He dared say he could see smoke lifting from his body for a moment.  Movement was an act of painful revelation as he found himself weakened from sleep.  Stretching forward he could grasp the sides of his sleep and pull himself upward into darkness.  This time the lightening he saw was the red flash of an alarm.  The chanting voices disappearing into the near constant whine of an alarm that now filled his senses.<br/><br/>From somewhere beyond there were voices to be heard.  People shuffled about and whispered.  There was also the sound of metal on metal marching forward.  Eyes adjusted so he could see the room he occupied and knew that somewhere past this room were both friends and foes to be had.<br/><br/>Hanta Yo had been called forth but for what purpose on The Force and some other dark entity seemed to know.<br/>