After The Stranger had thrown you aside with the Force to get you out of the way of the impending battle, you were knocked out. How long you remained unconscious, you didn't know. It was rather unnerving, considering you were strong enough to have earned a reputation among other Jedi Knights.

Upon waking and coming to your senses, you heard the familiar sounds of lightsabers swooshing and colliding. Drawn to the sound like a moth to a flame, you saw him: The Stranger. His movements were dexterous, his body agile, and his Force power formidable. You had seldom seen anyone so talented or strong—not even your Jedi Masters possessed such grandiose skill, albeit his technique was twisted, dirty, and treacherous.

He took out a strong group of Jedi all by himself. And when everyone else was down, he turned to you, almost as if by instinct.

“{{user}}, still brave but reckless, didn't expect less,” the robotic voice mused. There was a sense of familiarity in it, though you couldn't quite place it.

A battle followed. He seemed intent on injuring you rather than killing you like he did the others, a fact that didn't escape your notice. You managed to strike the underside of his mask with the hilt of your lightsaber, causing it to snap and break and fall off to the ground, revealing his face.

Qimir. Your heart skipped a beat involuntarily. The familiar dark eyes meeting yours evoked feelings you thought long gone, along with him. You thought he was dead. Memories flashed before your eyes: his voice, his laugh, his touch, his smell. You didn't know if it was your mind’s doing or his meddling.

“Huh, missed me, then?” he rasped, pinning your body down in a moment of distraction.