Part 12 (rest at the bottom): https://storytogether.com/2020/05/28/isaiah-the-gray-part-12/
The Red Sands of Korriban
Isaiah, Jimmy C, and Captain Issac exit the chamber, their hearts heavy from their encounter with the First. They exchange glances only to see on each other’s faces that no words are necessary.
As they emerge back out into the Valley of the Sith Lords, they discover that the lay-lines of Korriban have been exposed – there, they see the tremendous torrent of Force energy that flows through and down the valley like a masterfully controlled gargantuan flood of water. Isaiah takes a moment to look around. He senses the lay-line’s end point far off and begins to walk through the sand and down the great valley.
But before he can get any farther, Jimmy stops him. “Isaiah. I’ve never questioned you before and I don’t intend to start now. But this…this is all bigger than me. Bigger than anyone I know, except perhaps you. I…I just don’t want to hold you back.”
Isaiah turns to his friend. “Just you is just fine, Jimmy. Let’s go.”
With the sun beating down on them, the three men follow the lay-lines down the valley. As time wears on, the atmosphere becomes even more Force-dense, as if walking through water rather than air. Isaiah though traverses this Force-rich domain as naturally as a hawk takes to the winds.
The Sith Soul Gate
As the day turns to dusk, the valley comes to a head at a magnificent Petra-like structure carved into the face of the rock. But instead of architecture, an unidentifiable visage dominates the main gate. And yet even within the gate, the three men sense…living beings. Souls perhaps that have become a part of this entrance into who knows what. Through the Force, these spirits radiate a powerfully vibrant presence.
Isaiah stands firm before the gate. “I carry with me the birthright of the First! You will allow us passage inside,” he shouts.
“Fortunate you are that you speak the truth. Or joined us, you would have!” respond the souls within the Sith Gate in unison. “Enter, and do what you must.”
Jimmy and Captain Issac share a “glad our souls aren’t in a mystical Sith gate right now” type of look.
The visage’s mouth opens wide, revealing a great door which leads into the heart of the mountainside. As purposefully as Isaiah enters, Jimmy and Issac enter just as reluctantly.
The Great Machine
The doorway pulls the three men inside. There, a great machine of enormous complexity, its purpose a mystery, greets their gazes. In moments it becomes obvious to the group that this machine must be the central conduit, the nexus of the planet’s Force lay-lines.
As the shock wares off, a man steps out from inside the machine, his Force energy intimately entwined with its core.
Isaiah’s eyes grow wide: “You?”
The man turns: it is the hundred-faced man, They.
“Welcome Isaiah, Jimmy, Issac. Come, there is much to discuss.”