For a moment there was balance. At the speed his thoughts and feelings raced, the whole universe slowed down to an eternity. A moment, a eternity constrained within a heartbeat. There were no differences between eternity and instant, and in this moment there was no difference between light and dark and void and existence. The Force was all, and he was the Force, he was everything. As he streched out with the Force he could sense not only the people on board the Star Destroyer, he could sense the fighter escorting the fleets, the Mon Calamari cruisers. And Krall, below. There he sensed the coming together of the Force. Light and Dark, which opposed the void. In the Rebel ships he could sense Jedi, traing specters within the Force, and far away he sensed the Emperor Evaders. And far away in the distant corners of the galacxy he felt nothing. A void, much like the void on the planet, but instead this one was like a pest coming and destroying, everythign at it's wake, like a blacktide that swallowed entire populations, and left behind a dark patch. Then the screaming started again.