Punch Through This Galaxy

Punch Through This Galaxy

"It seems you're not worried about Darth Pregas," Qui-Gon said.

Darth Malthael glanced at Qui-Gon and said, "Darth Pregas never expected that he would die. Or rather, he had never even considered such a possibility. That was the real reason Darth Sidious killed him. What he used on me definitely wasn't Proto-Body or a retrovirus. I've been thinking about it these past few days, and the most likely things he tampered with were the Power of Eternal Life and Life Force."

"Proto-Body? Retrovirus? What kind of evil things have you Sith Lords developed?" Qui-Gon's expression turned grave.

"Ah, naturally, I wouldn't explain such things to a Jedi Master who's been dead for a long time, would I?" Darth Malthael retorted.

"The nightmare that has been tormenting me these past few days wasn't Darth Pregas's ghost. It should have been a Dark Side Force, with a lingering remnant of his thoughts attaching itself before he died," Darth Malthael said lightly.

Qui-Gon looked around at the devastated surroundings and smiled, clearly dismissive of the ease Malthael displayed.

"But..." Darth Malthael looked toward the cave. "When Darth Pregas bestowed my Sith title upon me, he gave me a name that did not belong to this world. And what that name brought me was precisely the power of the person it corresponded to... This was no coincidence."

Qui-Gon said nothing and simply continued listening.

"So what did Darth Pregas see back then? What did he sense?" Darth Malthael frowned in thought.

"And... what did he teach you?" Qui-Gon added with considerable interest.

"This is the one sentence I still haven't figured out..." Darth Malthael said as he turned and walked deeper into the jungle. "I'm hungry. I'm going to find something to eat."

Before long, he returned carrying a strange