The hunger was a constant, agonizing ache these days. Nihilus existed in a state of perpetual starvation, a void that consumed everything it touched.

His power had grown to the point where existing near sentient life threatened to drain them of their essence. Control was a luxury he could no longer afford; every life taken fed the beast, increasing both his agonizing hunger and his terrifying strength in equal measure. The cycle was a cruel loop: consume, grow stronger, become hungrier.

He scourged the galaxy from the bridge of the Ravager, along with an entire fleet of ruined vessels held together by the sheer, devastating force of his will. His search was singular: more Force-sensitive individuals, potent wells of energy to sate the insatiable void.

It was this endless hunt that led him to you, an unknowing, untapped reservoir of power hidden on a remote world. You didn't even realize the raw potential coiled within you. His initial intention was simple, brutal, and efficient: to take that power and make it his own, leaving a husk behind.

Or, so he planned.

When he landed, you met his presence not with fear, but with a raw, untrained fury that shocked even him. You were a natural disaster in the making. You hadn't just used the Force; you had carved wounds into the very earth, ripping ancient trees from their roots in a futile yet spectacular attempt to hold him at bay.

He felt the potential in you, a power that suggested you could, if trained, move mountains.

While none of your wild attacks worked, he recognized an opportunity too grand to simply consume. He moved through your defenses with ease, the darkness of his presence enveloping you. As your consciousness began to fade, he gathered your body in his arms and carried you back to his shuttle, rejoining his fleet waiting in orbit.

You would become his prized apprentice, a mirror of his own void.