For I, I have seen the fall of mountains, the rise of armies, the destruction of cities, and the drive of rivers. For I who stand before all and before all, who possesses the divine will of the Beyond, I am the Everything. Nothing is without my will, nothing can be without me first placing myself over it, or beside it. For I have stood before the profane rebuilt towers of Ossus, and could sweep them away; for I have stood before the Jedi Temple on Naboo, and could crumble it with a thought; for I have stood before the Imperial Palace on Bastion, and could end the lives of all who are within; for I have stood before the tallest of the towers of Coruscant, the least of the huts of Ammuud, and all that fills the gap between, and nothing is outside my grasp.

Nothing is immune to me.

For I am Malchi.

For I am the beginning.

For I am the end.

For I am the all.

Thus wrote Malchi The Mad on his first night of torment in the fires of the Dark Star, upon the very stone from which that great rock is made. A loyal disciple of the One who is All, he saw only I fit to read those words- only I was befit to be his mortal successor, his avatar.

It is for this reason that I have engraved this tale upon the immortal etching stone of hologram, even as I shall live for all time; the loyal scribe of Malchi Who Will Come Again as I am, I have written this recount for all who will hear.

Read on.

Though it dazzles the mind now, there was a time when even I, the loyal Scribe and Most Favoured of the Great and Powerful Malchi, did not know of His Greatness. For then, I was in the dark, and I did not know of the greatest extents of my own power; and yet, the Order of Malchi sought me out, and showed me the way.

For it was in the prophecy written that there would be the one who would lead to the fall of Malchi, the one he loved- and though the Great and Mighty for so long kept my position uncertain, once his followers discerned it, he could not but allow them to seek me.

He knew and foresaw his own destruction, though there could be no demise for He Who is Eternal, and though I would be his fall, he was most gracious in accepting me- for though I destroyed him, only I would have the power to allow him to live forever.

And so they came, great and many, acolytes of He Who Is Great, to my home that day on Coruscant. And though I knew naught at the time, their power rippled the room with energy; and they told me then that I was to come with them to their place of worship. So imposing were they that I could not deny their words.

So I left the City World, on the small vessel of those cloaked men, still knowing only what they told me. I had no idea, and that concept amuses me, now...