Mean while, on Yavin IV...
*Azalray leans against the pillar of a temple long since destoryed, on one of the higher platforms, his eyes closed in meditation. He's not fond of the traditional sitting stance; he prefers to meditate standing. Suddely his visible blue eye shoots open, and he stumbles back*
What... what is this horrible feeling... it... it feels like I felt when I was in the Dark side...
*Azalray falls on his knees and covers his head, trying to block out the feeling. Then, his eye turns white, as his head suddenly feels like it explodes. Throwing his head back, he screams a long, lingering scream of agony. His Master suddenly leaps up from a lower platform seventy feet below and runs beside him, dropping on his knees*
Master Sands: Ray?! Ray! What's wrong, what is it?!
*Then, as soon as it hit him, it vanishes, and his pupils return to his eyes. Panting, he stand up, leaning on his master for support*
Azalray: I... I don't know. It was like, I was overcome with the same burning feeling that I felt when... you know, I...
*Azalray cuts off, and stares at Master Sand's hand, being a cybernetic implant to replace his rea lhand he lost to Azalray in his time in the Dark Side*
Sands: I see... What exactly did you feel?
Azalray: I don't know. It's like, the entire Light Side just disappeared, and all I felt in the Force was that same Rage and Anger... Then I started seeing things...
Sands: Things?
Azalray: I don't know, it was strange. It felt like the visions I've had of past events, except, like, they haven't happened...
Sands: I know what your talking about... I think you've had your first Prophetic vision. And it's too bad it couldn't have been a memorable moment.
Azalray: Oh, I don't think I'll forget it anytime soon.
*both of them chuckling, they make their way out of the temple goround and back to their ship, the Crow's Talon, and sit on one of it's landing stilts*
Azalray: ... Sands, what do you thinks it means?
Sands: I don't know... Jedi Master is just a title, Azalray. You yourself should know that being called a Jedi Master by the council doesn't give you strength or Wisdom. That comes from experience... and from screwing up a lot, which is why I've become so wise myself.
*Azalray's face breaks out in a soft smile, but it quickly fades, and is replaced by a troubled look*
Sands: Listen... I think I'm going to be out here a few more days. These expeditions never interested you. Why don't you take the Crow and try to find out what that vision was about.
Azalray: Alright, I will... *begins climbing up the ramp*
Sands: Oh, and if you need me, I'll have my communicator.
Azalray: And ruin what time I have away from you? Not a chance. *smirks*
*Grinning, Master Sands steps away from the ship as the ramp closes, and the ship begins to rise in the air. With one last wave, the Ship departs, and disappears in the sky*
Everyone wants to go to Heaven.
No one wants to die.