It is a scant few years that have passed, of the near-thousand that Darth Chataris and Lady Maya Belōs now know await them, when the Force screams - the voices of a thousand beleaguered Sith and a hundred desperate Jedi crying out in a single moment - only to be torn from any final unity, as the last moments of their physical forms are drawn out into a painful echo that haunts the planet of Ruusan.

This is the power of a thought bomb.

This is the tragedy of a thought bomb.

But this is not all that happens in its wake.