The trials and tribulations that one had to overcome simply to prove themselves sufficient in the Imperial Remnant angered Deimos, but he ignored the momentary sensation of anger as it washed through his body. It was not healthy to dwell on such things after all. Healthy... he almost laughed at the thought, keying in the code to unlock his vessel. Since he had proven himself of some capability within the Force, Al’Cair had been asked to collect his things from his home planet before finally undergoing the last of the tests. If this was anything like what the darksiders had to undergo during Palpatines reign, then he was hopeful that he would meet this Gemmell, and make a final bid to see whether the Remnant or the Republic deserved his divine magnificence.

He quickly entered in the dock-authorities permit codes, then began the warm-up prep for his vehicle, listening to the authority on the other side of the comm. as he read off the requirements for departure. Nodding meticulously and mhming where required, Deimos slipped into a euphoric force-meditation. The type that allowed one to transverse the cosmos, and explore reality. For the first time in ages, Deimos was readable in the force. Readable as a strong malignant force on Borosk, wanting to devour the force; to destroy it, to corrupt it; to corrupt life.

His mind wandered through the galaxy, picking through the trepidations of several of the scum and villains in the galaxy. He could almost taste the desire burning in some thieves as they tried to break into a speeder; he could smell the strong perfumes of a woman selling “her wares” on the streets. Then his head twitched, his eyes squeezed shut as something strong echoed in his face. Something else malignant; the lightside.

He wanted to scream, consumed by a burning light that made him scratch his arms feverishly, then settle into a state of forced-calmness. He let himself sink deeper and deeper into the force, becoming nothing but a part of it, wholly disappearing from the force altogether as he located something; faintly...

Unknown world....

He quickly opened his eyes just as the comm. had fallen silent and the commentator had gone to relieve himself, then set his engines to primed and began his ascent into the atmosphere. With the final clearance from port-authorities established, he proceeded on hyperlane 7, vacating the immediate area of Borosk. Ever present, the Imperial Star Destroyer loomed over the planet and his viewport as that every reminder of Imperial repression—but it gave him a sense of order; peace; justice.

He turned to his navicomputer, quickly keying in a set of coordinates that would take him back towards Zhyr, but that took one of the larger and more grandiose routes. The duration and time he spent in hyperspace would allow him to catch up on his meditation, and make it very difficult for someone to pinpoint his location as it moved.

It was then something caught his eye. The navicomputer had zeroed in on a particular coordinate almost completely by accident as Deimos was laying in the statistics for his jumps. He carefully examined the screen, then frowned bitterly. You... he thought to himself. So the Force had revealed his path to him, but it was the where that confused him.

He turned to his computer, keying in a secure communication through several relays in the Hutt network. It took some time, but he was finally connected with a very groggy face that yawned repeatedly. At least, he yawned until the colour drained from his face and he realized whom he was talking to.

“My Lord Deimos, what a pleasure to see you again,”

“I have no time. I am going to assume that you have not moved the units that I strictly ordered you to leave in place.”

“No m’lord; the Ferrous Aurora Nebula is still inhabited by a light contingent of our units and an YT-1250 with the modifications you requested.”

“Excellent, I am sending you some data right now. Follow the instructions as best as you possibly can, inform me of the results.” Deimos was about to end the transmission when he was interrupted.

“M’lord, am I to assume that you are searching for something?”

“You may assume correct; but this is not something; it is someone, and the Force will have it.”