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The translucent, blue silhouette of the dark lord’s holo-image flickered briefly; interference from the nebula that the Ravager is drifting through. 

“No, search your feelings. This is DIFFERENT.” Nihilus turns away from the holo-recorder, commanding the lead bridge officer to send the coordinates of the dreadnought to Lord Sion immediately.

Malachor. The world itself was forbidden by Jedi back in the waning days of the Republic prior to the formation of the Galactic Empire. A bleak world that had been the site of a fierce battle between the Jedi and the Sith. Old Legends would say the Mandalorians were the reason for the battle. Others would imply that Darth Revan once ordered an attack on the planet. Splitting legend from truth though, one thing was certain. A battle had taken place here.

As far as the eye could see, the stone corpses of Jedi and Sith alike could be seen for miles. Battle scars from starships and explosives still littered the ground from Malachor. However, the majority of the damage? Seemed to have come from a superweapon of sorts. Crude compared to the power behind the Death Star or Starkiller Base but effective given the era.