Marcus permaneció a bordo del destructor Clase Interdictor mientras un modelo de nave idéntico ocupaba su lugar de patrullaje después de abandonar el hiperespacio. Marcus todavía tenía algunas preguntas para los condenados a muerte y planeaba obtener la información de una forma u otra. Algún tiempo después, se pudo ver a Marcus de pie frente al Caballero Jedi. Incluso sabiendo que el parásito no se dañaba a sí mismo, continuó utilizando el traje Hazmat. Háblame de la orden Jedi. Marcus esperó con una mirada aburrida en sus ojos. Honestamente, estaba teniendo dudas con respecto a unos pocos Jedi selectos dentro de la Orden a medida que crecía viéndolos. Desafortunadamente, el Caballero Jedi ante él respondió con una pregunta propia y no una respuesta. "Pareces saber sobre la República, pero nosotros no te conocemos a ti. ¿Nos has examinado? ¿Quizás te gustaría intercambiar respuestas?" Marcus no respondió porque recordaba que durante las simulaciones de combate su enemigo se detenía y planeaba con anticipación durante la conversación. 'Incluso un enemigo derrotado podría derrotar al ganador si baja la guardia.' Marcus no respondió, sino que caminó hacia la celda del wookiee y giró un dial. Debido a la posición de las celdas, el Caballero Jedi pudo ver las paredes internas brillando más rojas que el propio campo de fuerza.
"Jedi are supposed to ignore attachments but I wonder if you have one with your Padawan here. Each time you refuse to answer I'm going to increase the temperature until untimely the cell becomes an over and cooks it alive." Marcus could only define the creature as an 'it' because he had no idea if the Wookiee was male or female.

He then returns to the Jedi Knight as the Wookiee begins 'talking'.

"Tell me about your Jedi Order. How many of you are a part of the Order." Marcus's actions caused the Knight to frown and once more responded with a question of his own.

"You would result to harming a child instead of me for questioning? Why would you do such a horrible thing?!" Again, Marcus returned to the dial and increased it once more while speaking.

"It is an alien to me. Why would I care about it? You however seem to care about its well-being, are you attached to the young fella or simply because it's a child?" Marcus suddenly remembered an older woman smiling towards him in a car. Marcus' hand slightly shook and decided to leave the cell room as the dial remains in a very uncomfortable temperature setting.

As he arrived within his momentary cabin he sat down on the bed while bringing his hands to his head, old memory continued to resurface of the older woman who always had a smile on her face.

He always woke up to her cooking breakfast and seemingly always anticipated it.

The woman would ask how he slept and asked about his dreams. Marcus wanted to ignore the remembrances but doing so would only make it worse.

Soon another memory surfaced of the woman smiling with him while they were dancing in a living room. Unknowingly Marcus began crying as he started to 'hear' the woman.

"Come on Marcus! When you are upset it's best to release it by dancing!" He remembered how the smiling woman would gently pull him towards her and make him dance with her.

"Life can be a pain sometimes Marcus but instead of sulking about it just roll with it! Life has its ups where you think it's the greatest day of your life while also having its downs! You just have to be yourself and wait for a new day!" the woman would laugh as he remember smiling with her.

Marcus continues to cry and a new memory surfaced of himself and the woman within a car.

"Marcus make sure to remember that there is always a new day tomorrow. It's up to you whether or not to make it a good day or a bad one. I know you miss them but they would remain within your heart. The only way for them to disappear is by forgetting them entirely." the woman then gave a smile even if it was a sad one and hugged him.

As suddenly as they came, the memories halted and Marcus punched a nearby wall that remained perfectly fine.

He tried so many times to suppress those memories as he would be unable to simply walk away if it happened during a fight. For eight years Marcus would rarely recall moments of his past causing him to have a breakdown.

'I need to do something about this soon. I can't suddenly remember old memories out of the blue like that...' He then steeled his resolve and removed any traces of his unpleasantness moments ago.

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Meanwhile, in a completely different universe, The Emperor of Mankind continued to look over is Empire. For more than a hundred centuries the Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. He is the Master of Mankind by the will of the gods, and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the Imperium for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day, so that he may never truly die.

Una vez más sintió una conexión distante con sus parientes secuestrados y decidió examinar a su Proto-Emperador de otro universo. Una vez que entró en el universo, descubrió que Marcus ya había comenzado a expandir su Imperio. Sintió innumerables humanos rezando a su nombre, estatuas representándose a sí mismo, y la Humanidad bajo el Imperio estamos prosperando. Después de localizar a su Kin, lo vio calmar sus nervios. Después de un rápido examen del ser de Marcus, entendió el problema. Extrañaba su vida, extrañaba a su madre sobre todo. El Dios-Emperador esperó un momento antes de dar una bendición a su seguidor. Se merecía una recompensa por expandir su influencia en tan poco tiempo.