The sky above Dromund Kaas was dark with the black clouds of the turbulent storm raging across the deserted valley. Sinya’ni pulled the hood of her red nightsister robes more tightly over her cyan lekku as she picked her way through the rubble of yet another failed Sith temple.

“They never learn,” she mused aloud. The Rutian may have been working under a Sith regime; however, her own beliefs stayed closer to grey. She avoided the cult-like adherence to what was called the Dark Side. To truly empower oneself, you had to let go of the foolish duality of the Force and accept it as one unified source. The darkness comes from the user. To accept that means you can no longer view yourself as a guiltless pawn of a dark agenda and take responsibility for who you are.

A flash of lightning lit up the valley, followed by a deafening thunder. The entrance to the ruins lay only a dozen meters ahead. Malevolent creatures were lurking in the shadows, and the diminutive Twi’lek could feel their eyes watching her. She paused–the archeologist should be nearby, if he was still alive. She reached out with her senses, pushing past the abhorrent creatures now tensed with anticipation, past the dark energies emanating from the mute walls...there, she felt it. The fear, the loathing. She could sense him deep in the ruined temple. She closed her eyes and thought at him *”Hang on, help coming.”*

The creatures were getting impatient. She hadn’t entered their trap yet. Drawing back from her probe and communication with the target, she shifted her focus to the creatures. Three of them were hunkered down in a small cave just to the left of the temple entrance. It was a simple thing really. A tug on a couple stones in strategic spots and the rock face over the cave collapsed. The three unknown hunters pinned beneath and behind several feet of rubble.

Moving on, Sinya’ni entered the temple. It looked much like most other Sith structures. Severe, foreboding, and completely Brobdingnagian. She carefully picked her way through the ruined halls to the waiting scholar. He was truly helpless hiding behind a downed pillar.

“Doctor Livingston, I presume? Come, let’s get out of here,” she said and offered a him a hand out from behind the rubble. “Stay close, we aren’t alone in here.”

“You think? What gave you that impression?” mocked Dr. Livingston, but he accepted the help and followed closely. They were only about halfway to the exit when an angry mutated creature attacked.

“Ahhhhhhhhh! Save me!” cried the cowardly archeologist as he started to run again. But Sinya’ni had the beast sliced in two before he had even rounded the corner.

“Get back here, you big baby!” The Twi’lek called out to him. Reluctantly he came back and they escaped the temple without another incident. Outside however–that’s a different story.

The three pinned gundarks were no longer buried and charged the two sentients exiting the temple. The scholar ran off once more. This time towards the ships.

“Fine! Run off and leave, why don’t you?” Sinya’ni called after him before fading from view. The gundarks circled a few times, trying to figure out where she went. She slowly walked all the way back to her ship. She didn’t even check to see if he made it to his ship safely. She made the liftoff as soon as possible.

“So long you ugly pile of Rocks…”

They were still at what appeared to be the Lothal Jedi Temple. From what Aura Tavar had spoken of earlier, this portal only changed when we were, not so much where. Aside from the survivors the temple seemed to be abandoned. Unfortunately they assumed that before they were ambushed. Creon's instincts compelled him to scan the room for anything that could have noticed their arrival. His vision took in the area as a whole and checked for any motion against the wind. His senses in the Force detected nothing, but was clouded by the harnessed energy within the dwelling of this temple.

"Stay on guard," Aura called out. "That could have been an indigenous group that could attack again on sight."

"We're quite literally between a rock and a hard place too," Revak Kur quipped at the portal which was now potruding a portion of a massive stone ecompassing the entire area of the portal. It was a big enough rock under a burial mound that no amount of combined effort would lift. Instead they faced the unknowns of an younger galaxy. The Jedi Consul took the first steps towards the entrance. Master Blade and Creon followed.

After searching the entire temple they concluded it was abandoned. They did not find their vessels for which they arrived on Lothal in this new parallel reality, but figured it would still be a long journey on foot to the planet's capital. It was the only city on the planet however, that had a intergalactic transport shuttle. It was a long journey, but their combined efforts into survival led them to discover that they were in the same year as their previous timeline. They returned to find a very different galaxy, one where a 'Galactic Alliance' and 'New Jedi Order' had pushed back a warmongering invasive species from another galaxy. In the Outer Regions they visited the home of Odan-Urr of what they called "New Tython". They found it under siege by Darth Ashen.

The Sith Lord raised his claw towards the skies and raked down lightning upon squadrons of enemy starfighters. The troops on either side fired only on themselves, intentionally ignoring the Force Users out of fear. Had it not been for the efforts of Revak Kur, Master Blade, and Creon the results of the battle would have been the same. The three musketeers brought with them volunteers from the New Jedi Order, which reinforced Clan Odan-Urr and turned the tides against Darth Ashen.

After the war had ended, the Jedi of Odan-Urr and the New Jedi Order became as one. It exposed most of the Brotherhood's influence and cleared up their maps on the outer rim. This "Galactic Jedi Order" shared its wealth and power with the "Galactic Alliance" and was recognized as an equal galactic super power. The Sith Brotherhood and the Imperial Empire were also seen as super powers politically, but not economically. After the war had ended inflation occurred in the Galactic Jedi Order and Galactic Alliance's favor. The Sith Brotherhood was forgotten to time. Propoganda from the Jedi Order and Alliance encouraged the embargo of the "super power" known as the Sith Brotherhood. It seduced the Empire to do the same in favor of sharing wealth. It lasted another 500 years over its own set of planets, but eventually faded when a unified "Galactic Governance" was created out of the three super powers becoming one.