His name was Meridan. The year was 3,676 BBY. He was 26, born in 3,702 BBY. He was standing on the ramp on the Distributor. It had been ten years since his parents, and the rest of the Distributor's old crew had been murdered. He was the only survivor. He, and his mentor Streg Onè, were only survivors. A tall figure in a black cloak and hood slowly began walking towards Meridan, out of the throng of people. When the man finally arrived next to him, Meridan said, “Well, how did it go?” “He is here,” was all the Kel Dor said. Meridan nodded. “Is everything read?” “Yes.” “Are you ready?” □□□ □□□ □□□ □□□