In an instant, the faint ripple of her presence in the Force explodes into something far greater, far darker, and uncomfortably familiar ... an echo of the emptiness of Malachor that sends a chill down his spine.

It momentarily stuns him, but that moment passes quickly. His lightsaber appears in his hand in a flash of movement and the golden blade ignites. His foot slides back and he lowers himself into a fighting stance.

"Kreia ..." He shakes his head. "I've had my reservations about you and your teachings for a long time, but this is ..."

This is beyond anything he'd ever have imagined that she was capable of.