Susan JessicaDathomir isn’t a place you just “visit”—it’s a place that gets into your bones, cracks open your psyche, and leaves you with baggage you didn’t pack. I thought I was prepared. I really did. But the truth? Dathomir left me scarred—physically, mentally, and spiritually. In ways I never expected. If you’re thinking of going there, let me save you the trouble. Trust me, you don’t want any part of it. Here’s the story of how it happened.
So, What’s Dathomir Anyway?
Alright, before I dive into the weirdness, let me back up for a sec. Dathomir’s out there in the Outer Rim. A world drenched in mystery, cut off from the rest of the galaxy. It’s got jungles that swallow entire ships whole, mountains that seem to scratch the sky, and a bunch of beings who should never have learned to use the Force. Specifically, the Nightsisters—a deadly group of witches with the kind of attitude that makes Sith Lords look like cheerleaders.
But it wasn’t just their spooky powers that drew me in. Oh no. It was the planet itself. Dathomir calls to people like me who are stupid enough to think we can control the dark side. The air on that planet isn’t just thick with tension, it’s heavy with the Force. And believe me, it doesn’t just sit there. It crawls into you. Seeps under your skin.
The Idea Came to Me Like a Bad Dream
One late night, after a couple too many drinks and a “Why not?” attitude, I made the decision. I’m going to Dathomir. I didn’t even Google it—because who needs to prep for that kind of trip, right? So, I pulled together a crew of “experienced” explorers (that, in hindsight, should’ve had a warning label), grabbed my gear, and we hopped in a ship. To Dathomir. No turning back. The rest, well… here it comes.
Fast forward past three failed attempts at landing, two broken stabilizers, and more than one “screwy” map—our ship finally limped to a halt. The planet was everything I imagined… and then some. It’s like stepping into a nightmare that you’ve dreamt about for years. The jungle? Dense. Dark. Not the “gorgeous rainforest” type. More like “oh, god, I forgot my flashlight” type.
The air was wet, and the ground was sticky. Every sound, every rustle, felt like something was watching me. No joke, I could swear I saw a vine move like it had a mind of its own.
The Nightsisters: Witchy and Way Too Much
So, here’s where things really got funky. We weren’t just wandering aimlessly (well, most of the time we were). We were supposed to meet the Nightsisters. Yeah, I know. The legends. I thought maybe they were all smoke and mirrors. But when we met them… let me tell you, they were real, and the smoke? Well, it was just a preview of what was about to go down.
Their leader, Mother Talzin, didn’t give a damn about our crew’s intentions. No pleasantries. No chit-chat. She looked right through me like I was a bug under a magnifying glass. Her eyes? Cold. Like, we don’t want you here, but I’ll let you live because it’s more fun that way cold. And let’s just say, I definitely felt the coldness of the dark side pulsing through her words.
Anyway, I was in deep. The Nightsisters offered power, and oh boy, I was hungry for it. I thought, “Maybe I’ll learn something cool, like some ancient Force technique.” It’s like they saw my curiosity and went, “Perfect.” Big mistake.
They showed us things—rituals, ancient spells that felt way too familiar, and let’s just say, after a few attempts at their little ceremonies, I started to feel… different. But I didn’t stop. I should’ve. But no, I thought I was invincible. Dumb, dumb, dumb.
Wild Creatures, Even Wilder Nightmares
You know when people say a place is “dangerous,” but you’re all cocky, thinking it’s just an overhyped cautionary tale? That was me. And then the creatures of Dathomir showed up. I thought I was in a bad horror film.
First up, the Rancor. Yeah, the same kind of beast Jabba the Hutt used for… “entertainment.” Except this one was much, much worse. We came across it while wandering in the jungle, and the thing was massive. It looked like it ate entire ships for breakfast. Long story short, one of my crew members got eaten. I don’t want to talk about it, but yeah… that was the end of him.
And those weren’t the worst of it. I swear, there were these plants that I could’ve sworn were sentient—carnivorous, ready to snatch you up like a snack. There was a plant that literally wrapped around my ankle, and I had to hack it off with a machete. My legs have never been the same, to be honest.
But here’s the kicker: it wasn’t just the creatures—it was Dathomir itself. The whole planet felt… alive. Like it was watching, waiting, pulling at the strings of your mind. Creepy? You bet.
The Dark Side’s Hold
I didn’t think I’d fall for it. Really. I thought I could just dip my toes into the dark side without getting sucked in. Big mistake. It wasn’t immediate. It wasn’t like I suddenly started throwing lightning at my crew. But over time, I felt myself becoming… unhinged.
The whispers. Oh yeah, they started. The kind that make you question whether you’re losing your mind. They weren’t even from the Nightsisters anymore. No, these whispers came from the planet itself. It felt like every footstep, every moment, the darkness was reaching out, pulling me deeper.
So, what did I do? I started practicing some of their “rituals”—you know, the ones that make you feel empowered for five minutes before you realize you’re one step away from becoming a full-on Sith Lord. And yes, I got way too into it. One ritual had me literally bind my own soul to the planet. Don’t ask why I thought that was a good idea. But, oh man, by the end of it, I was so deep in I couldn’t feel the difference between me and Dathomir.
Fun fact: I tried to meditate one night—just to “center myself”—and I ended up talking to a tree. The tree talked back. No, I’m not joking. This place will mess with your head in ways you never imagined.
The Breakup (Sort Of)
There’s this moment when you realize you’ve crossed a line. That’s when I knew it was time to bail. Not a smooth exit either. Oh no, Dathomir doesn’t let you leave that easily. It fought me. Dark side energies swirled, creatures attacked, the jungle itself seemed to close in. But finally, after what felt like an eternity, I made it back to the ship.
Barely.
When I left, I thought I’d be free of it. But… nope. The dark side’s grip stayed with me. Even now, I still feel it. It’s like I can hear it in the back of my mind, tempting me. Every time I get angry, or frustrated, I feel it pulling me back.
The Aftermath: A Messy Return
So yeah, I’m back. But I’m not the same. A part of me is always on Dathomir, whether I like it or not. I don’t tell people this—who would believe me? They’d think I was just some washed-up explorer with delusions of grandeur. But those who know me best? They see the change. They see the strangeness in my eyes.
I still think about those Nightsisters. Those dark rituals. The creatures. I wonder if I’ll ever really escape the pull of that cursed planet. Probably not. You don’t just walk away from Dathomir.
So if you’re thinking about visiting, do me a favor. Don’t. There’s nothing there for you. Trust me. And if you do go? Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Anyway, next time someone asks me about going somewhere for an adventure, I’m booking a beach trip. No jungle. No witches. No dark side involved.
