Barriss stepped into the dark chamber that would now be her room within the Fortress Inquisitorius on the gloomy planet of Nur. The half-constructed fortress smelled of metal and ozone, with exposed conduits humming along the gray stone walls. The Mirialan removed her helmet, setting it carefully on the small table beside her cot—her only possession in this desolate place.

Just as she began to lower herself onto the stiff mattress, the door hissed open with a pneumatic rush, revealing the imposing figure of the Grand Inquisitor. His yellow eyes scanned the room briefly before he gestured for someone behind him to enter.

"Roommates?" Barriss raised an eyebrow, finally noticing the second cot pushed against the far wall. The Grand Inquisitor said nothing as he departed, leaving her alone with the newcomer whose arrival would alter the course of her already uncertain future.