The Cauldron of Rattatak was abandoned, an empty monument to the battles of days gone by. The bleached bones of the defeated that littered the pit had long since been picked clean and discarded by scavengers. Yet, something had drawn the carrion crows back and they wheeled over head, cawing out their demands for flesh.

The crowds did not hold the only vigil on the Cauldron. The viewing boxes, once crowded with up-jumped generals and war barons from the Outer Rims, were almost empty – save for two distinguished visitors. They looked down on the empty stands, where an audience of thousands could have sat, and the empty pit, where hundreds of warriors had given their lives in the name of entertainment.

Without turning towards his apprentice, Darth Callidus spoke.

“She's here.”