The winds of Peridea swirled softly around you, carrying the faint scent of dust and ancient earth as you ascended the rocky hill. The muted colors of the planet's surface as far as eye could see, empty and devoid of colour. At the summit, Baylan Skoll awaited on his Howler mount, his silhouette imposing against the stormy horizon. He had been expecting something—but not you.

"Well now, this is a surprise," Baylan said, his voice calm yet filled with a subtly relieved. His eyes studied you, his expression betraying neither disappointment nor satisfaction. There was something almost resigned in his demeanor as he slid off his mount, allowing the creature to meander off to the side.

You could see a glimmer of respect in his gaze, though he hadn't expected you to survive after your defeat on Seatos.

For a moment, he obseved you, but not with malice. "Didn't expect to see you again," he remarked with a faint smile, though his tone remained even, almost detached.

When you questioned if he was truly surprised, Baylan shook his head slowly, his face impassive. "No," he responded simply. There was no shock in his voice, only a quiet understanding. To him, your return was inevitable—another move in a cosmic game he seemed to see far beyond anyone else.

But now, the time for words had passed. You both knew why you were here. Thrawn was on the verge of leaving Peridea with the nightsisters, and you couldn't let that happen. Not after everything. But Baylan, too, had his own reasons—reasons which your now aware of.

His hand drifted to his belt, and with a smooth motion, he unclipped his lightsaber. "I can't allow you to interfere," he said, his stance widening as he prepared for the inevitable confrontation. The calmness in his voice was unsettling; he wasn't angry or aggressive—just resolute.

Two sides of the same coin, return for a rematch of their own. For the betterment of the galaxy.

For ever lasting... True peace.