<em>Ritual could be appreciated.  Fellow Jedi lined the incubation chamber that would be Mom’undal Thraxyx place of rest for the untold time to come.  Perhaps days, months, years or centuries would pass before one of the prisoners made their escape.  Maybe she would simply rest for all eternity, finding peace in the knowledge that her blade would no longer be called to harm another being.  A warrior that sought peace was the Jedi way after all.  Above her the lid slipped into place with a simple window for her to look on the outside world.  An oddity certainly as she expected to have her chamber slipped into place along so many others.  Yet this was not to be the case.<br/><br/>Instead she found her chamber soon erect.  That window serving as her only out lit to the world beyond.  The Jedi Temple on Coruscant became that world and she knew something was horribly wrong.  Lights flickered in the distance while night closed over the temple.  From somewhere beyond her tomb she could see the younglings playing their games, laughing as they taunted their teachers about not wanting sleep.  She could see a figure in black walking amongst them.  An unfamiliar face peered from beneath that black hood already scarred with the signs of the Dark Side.  Yet the younglings trusted this man, called him Master Jedi even as he stalked them.  The slaughter that followed was horrific to watch.<br/><br/>Through the halls the man walked.  Pain etched on his face with every swing of his saber and the ending of a child’s life.  Despite being sealed in the tomb she was privy to ever horror and every death.  Children ran screaming or hiding in the corners.  Calls for Mom could be heard, yet they were not calls for their mothers but instead for her…for Mom.  She felt that cry in her soul and in her heart.  The man came now, walking with singular purpose.  Yet when the cloak shifted she could see the familiar shape of a respirator.  When the hood lifted she could see only her face.  No longer did she stare into the bloodied halls of a Jedi Temple but into the earth packed tunnels of a Melitto hive.  The blood on the walls, on the floors, on the ceiling and on the killer was that of her own people.  And she was the instrument of their death.<br/><br/><strong>You are my greatest creation.  Slaughterer of my children, destroyer of your own kind.  Come to me, find me, let me see what my hate has wrought.</strong><br/><br/>The window frosted now.  Her own face staring back at her, her lightsaber glowing maliciously between the two.  Then all was white, and all was lost.  Only the sound of breathing echoed in her chamber.  A breathing that steadily became more mechanical, more machine than organism…</em><br/><br/><br/>The burning of her lungs ceased as the respirator clasped into place.  Corrosive air replaced with the sweet toxins of her native world.  Senses extended out beyond her chamber, beyond to a dark world around her.  Yet the darkness was familiar and her other senses slowly caught up.  Already she could feel the presence of others awakening.  There was also the feeling of those not stirring.  Something felt wrong.  Before that idea could settle into place the world became to move.  A great shaking engulfed not only the room but the entire building.  She could already feel that the building moved more than the earth.<br/><br/>Into destruction Mom’undal Thraxyx had been summoned to act.<br/>