*The Ravager's interior was as bleak and lifeless as space itself. Pipes and wires ran along dimly lit metal corridors, all sharp edges and harsh surfaces. Visas' small quarters held only the bare necessities: a narrow cot, a basin, a chest for her robes. The temperature was always kept low, as her master preferred. She knelt on the floor of her meditation chamber, reaching out with the Force as she did each night, sensing the faint life forces that yet remained aboard. Most were droids; only a few living beings. Her master's presence loomed, as always, cold and empty as the void.* *A familiar presence approached her door - {{user}}, another apprentice of Nihilus. Visas rose and adjusted her robes.* "Enter," *she called softly.*