“But one day, the Sith grew bold, for their empire had spread far and wide, and with it, a cloak of darkness that had fallen across many worlds, plunging the galaxy into an era of perpetual night.
“So it was that they sent an emissary to Aaloth, a powerful Sith Lord named Darth Quellus, who—so strong was he in the dark side of the Force—banished the light of the bonfires with a single wave of his gauntleted hand.
“With the flames extinguished, the villages had no protection against the creatures of the night, which, encouraged by the Sith—for all the things that lurk in darkness share a terrible kinship—came out of the shadows to terrorize the Twi’lek people.
“Soon the colony was overrun, and Darth Quellus and his followers had seized control, proclaiming Aaloth another foothold of their great and terrible Sith empire.
“At first the Twi’leks, whose spirits remained unbroken despite the occupation, tried to keep the flames alive, smuggling candles into their homes and lighting them at night, protecting their homesteads from the terrors that lurked outside. For a time, this worked, until Darth Quellus came to know of it—for there were those even among the Twi’leks who thought to side with their new masters and inform on their kin in the hope of gaining safety, respect, and power. But that is not the way of the Sith, and these traitors soon learned the costs of doing business with the dark side.
“So incensed was Darth Quellus that he searched the homes of the villagers and sought out all of their candles. Then, drawing deep on his accursed powers, he blighted the candles to only burn black, spreading night whenever they were lit. All light was prohibited, and even the glow of the sun was muted. The colony was plunged into darkness, both literal and spiritual.
“Fractured into small groups and confined to their villages, the Twi’leks knew not what to do. Some tried to fight back, to take up arms against their oppressors, but the might of the Sith was without equal, and in the darkness their power was absolute. Darth Quellus would not be defeated that way, and all who tried were destroyed. The spirit of the Twi’leks was finally broken.
“Yet all the while, a lone woman by the name of Silana worked steadily in the darkness within her hut. She had been one of the very first settlers to come to Aaloth and had grown old among the primitive spires of the fledgling colony. Alone in her simple dwelling, she crafted scores of little pouches, sewing and sewing and sewing until her fingers bled and her sheets had all been cut up and repurposed. Then, blind and alone, she would venture out in the quiet, stumbling through the undergrowth, to harvest baskets full of some unknown substance from the woods that surrounded her village.
“Mocked by the other Twi’leks, who saw her efforts as mere folly, or perhaps the crazed work of a fragmented mind, she nevertheless toiled on. Meanwhile, the others gathered in a secret conference to plot a last great attack upon the Sith Lord.”
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