Lightning split the sky over Drongar. For a fraction of a second, the flash of violet light illuminated everything and made a shadow-play of the rainforest canopy. The image burned itself onto the back of Salem Ave's eyes. When he closed his eyes, he could still feel the heavy heat in the air and see the outline of the trees above him. He waited until the ghost image had faded then blinked his eyes open and peered down at the device in his hands.

Rain drops plastered his hair to his forehead and splattered against the devices' screen, obscuring the pulse of light in the upper right-hand corner. Salem swiped the water away with one gloved hand and stared at the image, focused on the point of light that represented his destination, his targets location. With each exhaled breath, condensation formed on the inside of the breath mask he wore. When the transceivers co-ordinates were imprinted on his memory, he tucked the device away inside of cloak.

It had taken over two decades but, at last, someone had activated the beacon that the transceiver was connected to. In doing so, a survivor of the Jedi Purge - a lone warrior who had managed to evade capture for twenty years - had put in motion a series of events that might well end their life, and change the fate of the Galaxy forever.