The hot air is moist with the stench of decay filling Hayden's nostrils. Dax cautiously enters the ancient shrine of unknown origin. He hears voices off in the distance. First giggling then maniacal laughter. "Do what must be done...slaughter them...slaughter them all Dax." More laughter. Dax comes to a T-intersection as a bead of sweat races down his cheek. He goes left. He seems to walk for an eternity until the hallway opens up into a cavern with stalactites hanging down from the cave ceiling. In the middle of the cavern is a lake of darkness. Silence. No laughter. No voices. Nothing. Dax looks down at the edge of the lake and sees his reflection. He screams at what he sees. LaValle. He splashes at the lake to disturb the reflection only to find out that the lake grabs hold of his arm with its symbiotic like tendrils and starts enveloping him. The black ooze starts spreading over his entire body as he thrashes and rips at the black substance. He starts to panic when he realizes it has almost covered him. He stumbles on some rocks and falls into the lake of blackness.
Dax wakes up in his quarters dripping with sweat. He goes to the refresher and washes his face. As he dries himself he looks into the mirror and for a second he thought he was looking at someone else. Just a dream he thought...just a dream. He tries to go back to sleep but he just stares at the ceiling pondering if he made the right decision of not going to see Bargos the Hutt and honoring his deal with the exalted one.
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