21 Years before the Battle of Endor...
Rakaa IV - The Core Worlds
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The shadow advanced without pause, all others straining towards it as it strode through the murk with martial stalk. As it neared, he knew he should run, should turn and flee from its smothering embrace - but it called to him, just as it did the other shades, those insubstantial things who were rendered oblivion without him...
With a sudden start, Glace jerked up from the forest floor, his hand reaching instinctively for the weapon that was not there. Panic fluttered in his heart. Everything was darkness but as his senses stretched outwards – feeling for more than the scent of damp earth and leaves, and the sound of night-birds fluttering in the trees above – he felt nothing, nothing but the steady ebb and flow of the Force and the warm body next to him. Rubbing the heel of one palm against his eyes, he pulled himself to his feet, the forest floor compressing underfoot with the groaning and cracking of trees. Above, the crescent moon was still high in the sky. Silently, Glace Kilgannon cursed it.
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