*Han cocked an eyebrow, and looked the sith up and down. Snack stood fairly motionless, showing no emotion.*

"Well, if you don't plan on killing me here and now, which we have both decided that obviously you are the stronger, and the better fighter between us, that means only one thing to me. You have a greater purpose in mind for me, or i'd be dead already, especially for killing your pupil's pupil." Han smiled.

"Although i did not know you had turned my own twin agianst me, i knew all about his training with his former master, who i did kill when he challenged me. That is why he went to Zeta. But perhaps you did not know that. Regardless, as i previously stated, i would be dead if you did not have some purpose in keeping me alive, so let's hear it." Han stated this matter of factly, staring Snack down, trying to make himself look more confident than he truly was.

Verifix Jedi Temple, Ossus

Death...

The vision swam before him, and Gash Jiren's brows furrowed as his senses were assaulted with the stench of death and pain. He held the vision, though, keeping it within his grasp and staving off revulsion long enough to understand it. His eyes clenched even tighter shut, and he began to sweat with the effort expended.

It was not so much a single, clear picture as it was a variety of senses, both in the Force and to the Rogue Jedi Master's five senses. The sensation of great pain was pervasive, the vision of flame and the raw anger of a pure hatred. And, the nucleus of these troubles.

Han Skywalker.

The turbulent young man seemed to be crumbling under the onslaught of hatred and rage, a destructive tidal wave rippling through him and his presence in the Force. He bordered so close to the Dark Side, that his being a Rogue Jedi endangered him... he saught Organa Solo. Gash smiled. Wise.

And yet, despite Han's intelligent decision, the vision bore the echo of the past, while hinting at something more foreboding in the future. Gash coaxed it there, not forcing it, but nudging the meditation towards the future of this string of time.

Darkness. And, if it was possible, something darker on the peripheral...

Gash's eyes snapped open, no longer able to hold the concentration. Han Skywalker was teetering on something dangerous beyond his comprehension, bordering on the Dark Side. To the side of the vision, something even more insidious and sinister had been present, something taunting Gash's insight into the events.

He tried to recall the visual of the meditation, but it was gone -- it had slipped away, like a dream in the waking hours.

And yet, one thing remained, even without the memory.

The taunting, mocking tone of a dark force, pushing these events to an ever darker fate. Gash spoke aloud, as if the words would bring him further insight. "Skywalker has been tempted by his own rage, by the events of his life. He has a choice."

Gash exhaled, glancing about the deserted chamber. "One I fear he is not making by himself."

"Who said I don't want to kill you? I like to play with my food before I eat it... especially when the platter being served to me is of the Jedi variety..."

Snack hit on something. He could see past Han's facade into the trembling and scared soul of a young boy. And that fear he had had proven to make him more powerful than what he already was.

"No, you're right. You've given the Jedi a bad name for your action here. You don't deserve to be a Jedi."

Snack kept his gaze unflinching on Han's. Toying with the boy's mind was fun. And it was only a matter of time before the toying would snap whatever sensibility Skywalker had.

Han thought about what Snack had just said, and even though he knew it to be true, he tried to fight it. Being a jedi was his life. What would he do now. He also knew that Snack was trying to play him for a fool, but he could not stop him. Han had three choices as he saw it.
1. Strike at Snack
2. Run
3. Keep listening to see where snack was going with this.

option 1 meant for sure that he would never be a jedi again. Option two had more of the same result.
Option 3 promoted teh most promise, and the most merit, as the fact that Snack had not killed him yet meant that Snack needed, or wanted him, for something. until he found out what this was, he would go along with Snack.


"Ok, so i don't deserve to be a jedi, so you say. Well then, what option are you offering me? Because i'm damn confused right about now."

<font color=gray>Ossus</font>

<font color=gray>Ossus, the thriving capital of the Rogue Jedi Order. Many species walked its streets, looking for homes, jobs, deals, and numerous other things. The cities were large, and the landscape was beautiful, but one man on the streets of Ossus wasn't admiring the sites, or looking for a job, or anything of the sort.

Zark Ekan sped down the street on his speeder, swerving side to side to avoid the other drivers. Yells of alarm and exasperation followed in his wake. Zark rode on to the Verifix Jedi Temple, where he parked his speeder very hastily by turning it off suddenly and jumping. He rans hurridly up the stairs and flung the doors wide open. The Rogue Jedi Knight stormed in and right up to the Rogue Jedi Master, Gash Jiren.</font>

"Master, did you feel that? Han is teetering in the border between light and dark!"

"Option that I am offering?" Snack asked, not moving. "What would I have to offer a Jedi on the brink of collapse? Surely you don't think that I would take pity on you and take you in as one of my own."

He paused.

"I'm only here because I felt a void in the Dark Side of the Force. But I was mistaken. There was no void , but a Dark presence that was overcome by an even darker one. You."

"What?" Han was astonished.

"I am a jedi, how can I possibly emit a dark presence? Are you trying to tell me that I have succumbed to the darkside?" The naive Han spoke, and looked at Snack, expecting a clarifying answer.

"No, you haven't... just yet."

He said, begining to take short steps towards Han.

"But how can you consider yourself a Jedi now? After what you have done? Even if you were one of the Rogues in the Rogue Order, you will be shunnded for your actions. They were unbecoming of a Jedi, and you threw away all your ties to them when you answered your rage and killed Brimstone."

Stopping his forward movement, Snack leaned forward bringing his voice down to a whisper.

"You are no Jedi anymore."

*Han knew this to be true, and he also knew what it meant.*

"I have given into my rage, and will be shunned by all jedi alike. That leaves me with only one option. Lord Snack, will you teach me in the ways of the Sith?" Han's eyes were those of a lost soul, pleading for guidance, acceptance, and confirmation.

"So, you want to join me now?"

The Lord walked to where Han was and looked down at him, his cold dark eyes piercing into Han's.

"So be it, Disciple. You are to go to Xa'Fel. Your path starts there."

With his left hand, Snack reached out and grabbed onto the throat of the former Jedi. He picked him up a few inches off the ground and in a foreboding voice, spoke.

"Pray you're not making a mistake, Skywalker."