Yes & No

After finishing up the details of where to land ships and to construct housing with enough room for future expansion Michael was satisfied and almost ready to leave. He wanted to test something else out first, the creation of new rules. Breaking off a thin branch from a neighboring tree Michael crouched down and began scribbling into the dirt. The first couple should only effect me he thought.

1. My status as a god is indecipherable; with ****-users attributing the power they feel from me as a strong connection to the ****.
2. The **** and my godly power are two separate universal energies, requiring me to train and study them individually.

Michael was happy, he wanted to perfectly separate his natural god given power from that of the ****. He wanted to earn and master it naturally. Done Michael tossed the branch away and began to concentrate on the environment around him.

Like before he felt the world around him change. Everything entered a period of silence as colors dulled while his perception seemed to shrink to the span of a thimble. Instead of traveling across dimensions; as he had done when he left Earth, Michael pictured Dantooine within his mind and hurled himself through the **** with all his might.

At first nothing happened and he feared he had failed only to have all his senses were assaulted by an explosion of blues browns and olive a second later. Michael had felt himself arrive on Dantooine as his sneakers sank into freshly tilled soil. But his moment of success was over shadowed by the vice that held sway over his very being. The world began to spin and it felt as if the world's very inhabitants were playing jump rope with his intestines. Michael recognized the symptoms of motion sickness as he fell to his knees, emptying his stomach onto the field of spun wheat.

Traveling light years and crossing the known galaxy in the span of a few seconds was bound to leave a few...side effects. The young man remained on the ground, retching and moaning in pain for nearly an hour until he felt the sickness at last pass from his system.

Brushing his mouth free from any lingering bile with the length of his sleeve Michael stood to his full height, making a silent vow to leave Dantooine aboard a starship rather than by means of his own abilities.

From every direction there was farmland with the occasional blba tree breaking the monotonous sea of gold with its pale white bark. Finding the farmer’s residence proved little challenge after climbing one of the thorn-infused blba trees. The farmstead was a jumbled mess of mix matched woods and plasteel doors and windows. Clearly the owner wasn’t doing well financially; the plasteel fixtures had yellowed with age, Michael doubted these doors could keep out even the weakest of kath hounds let alone one of the horned variants.

Michael gave three light taps across the door’s surface, announcing his presence. The sound it made was almost comical and he would have laughed if it wasn’t for the smell of burned flesh that wafted out from the door. A thousand different scenarios played out in his head as he slipped inside.

Mandolorians? They routinely targeted farmers and other small communities. Had Revan missed some during his escapades while traversing the planet to become a Jedi once more? Burglary turned homicide? Angry spouse find their cheating other? As he continued listing off possibilities a cold sweat ran down the small of his back as the most practical came to the forefront. Malak’s Sith Empire could still be occupying the planet; it seemed the most logical of scenarios. With Malak dead, the remainder of the Sith Order turned on itself leaving their armies stranded and directionless on whatever backwater they were at.

He prayed that no Dark Jedi were on Dantooine but any hope he had was shattered when he laid eyes on the charred remains of the farmsteads former occupants. The couple appeared to be Human, at least they looked humanoidish. It was hard to tell with both of them lacking skin and limbs.

At a time like this, Michael cursed his strong connection to the **** and his lack of control over it. Had he some modicum of training he might have been able to deafen what he was experiencing. But he didn’t and he could no more hold back the emotions that assailed him than a door hold back a tidal wave.

His pulse quickened as the cold sweat spread from the smalls of his back to encompass the whole of his spine. His lower lip quivered as he heard their screams while his eyes witnessed their final moments. The couple were indeed once Humans and their bodies screamed of a life of manual labor and hard work while living on a farm. If it wasn't for his own divine powers Michael was positive either of the two could throw his ass up and down the farm. Which begged the question, why did they not defend themselves.

Instinctively reaching out with his thoughts; guided by his emotions Michael was answered by one word. Fear. This fear was not born from one's own fight or flight instincts, no this was induced through the ****, through the Dark Side. A technique of such potency if properly mastered it could reduce soldiers to weeping infants while mother's killed their own daughters.

As their assailant prowled forward, a beast intent on toying with its prey Michael recognized the Dark Jedi as a Rutian Twi’lek; a male by the distinctive lack of any cone-shaped hearing organ all female Twi’lek had. The blue Twi'lek gave no reason as to why he did this, merely offering a smile; displaying his absolute delight at their confusion and blind panic.

The couple made no attempt to flee, instead they embraced each other one final time; their bodies shacking uncontrollably as they each stared past their murderer and at Michael. The god's heart nearly stopped at the thought of them perceiving him, worse yet that he was a witness to this crime and did nothing. His attempt to tackle the Dark Jedi, to halt this savage butchery was pointless as he collided with the far wall and collapsed to the floor having phased right through the apparition.

As the scene played through and the Twi'lek raised his lightsaber to make the first of many non-fatal cuts Michael at last learned what the pair had been staring at. The two had been reverently looking at the front door; hoping, praying that someone would arrive in the nick of time and release them from this nightmare. But no one did and the lightsaber fell...

Sickness returned to his stomach as Michael sprinted outside, unable to watch any longer. Taking in as much air as his lungs could hold the godling organized his thoughts as he fought off the urge to throw up. Tears streamed across his face as the couple's last moments echoed within him still.

After what seemed like an eternity standing there, he ventured back inside. Gathering what supplies he could use while ignoring the scene replaying itself again and again in his head.

The farmer didn’t have many clothes but they were clean, unlike what Michael currently had on. Stained by bile, dirt and sweat the thought of wearing a dead man’s clothes didn’t cross his mind until he had already replaced his used outfit for a clean tunic and breeches.

Keeping his walking sneakers and tucking a hold-out blaster he had found underneath his shirt Michael looked himself over. He felt less out of place and felt more confident he could blend in with the community of farmers now. After bagging up what little unspoiled food remained and giving one last glance at the cadavers Michael made his way outside and cautiously reached out with the ****, searching for Yuthura or Belaya. The very air of Dantooine radiated with a quiet fear and oppression the armies of the Sith brought with them wherever they went.

Envisioning the emotional turmoil of the planet’s populace as a large branching blba tree Michael learned he could track people down by following their own branch of the tree. One such branch seemed to cry out, far louder than the others.

Focusing on this branch in particular, Michael began to hear the sound of shifting debris and tumbling rocks as they were moved by hand rather than machinery. A tired yet **** voice followed it.

“Please be okay, please be alive!”

The voice was familiar with a hint of an ascent. It was Juhani. She must have made her way here after the Battle of the Star Forge in search of her friend Belaya and any Jedi survivors no doubt alone and against the wishes of the Jedi Council. Michael could almost hear them now, preaching patience and peace as the possible survivors of their very own Order were being tortured and killed by the Sith.

Divining the direction he needed to go, the godling detached his senses from the ****. Circling the farmstead rewarded him with a faulty and mistreated speeder with two bucket seats. After a few minutes of trial and error, Michael was on his way towards the Jedi Enclave his thoughts filled with what he had just witnessed and what he would say to the troubled Cathar.

Possibly in due part to his busied mind or the simple fact he was actually piloting a speeder; which was the godlings only solace at the moment. Michael failed to hear the extra whine of a speeder bike kick up and begin trailing him as he departed the farm.