Author's Note: This is my first attempt at a Star Wars fanfic, but after playing nothing but Star Wars games for a week I couldn't NOT write it. At this point I'd like to apologize for any fanboyish cameos that are scattered throughout the story, but the KotOR games are all very fresh in my head right now. For those of you who are uber familiar with the games, you may actually recognize the references to these otherwise obscure individuals.

My biggest concern is that I didn't capture the feel of the characters. So any potential critics out there, I'd like to ask that you pay particular attention to this. If at any point you say to yourself, "Aw, they'd never say/do that!" Please, let me know.

Not sure if this is important (as these questions are answered within the story) but I chose to go with the accepted canonical versions of LS/M Revan and LS/F Exile.

Chapter 1: The First Shadow…

Three years have passed since the

Jedi Exile left Known Space to aid

Revan in his quest against the threat

of the True Sith. Intent on restoring

the Republic, the New Order struggles

to revive the Jedi teachings and

resurrect the hope of peace. But while

they seek salvation there are still

remnants of the old Sith who desire

only one thing… retribution.

Hidden from view a new threat slithers

from the darkness searching for the

means to strike back at the fledgling

group. Strengthened by their hate,

wizened by the mistakes of old, and

empowered by the lost teachings of

Naga Sadow these Sith wield a power

strong enough to shatter everything

the free peoples have fought for.

Now, on a world scarred by past

tragedies, one of their numbers makes

himself known. Without the Exile or

Revan to lead them, the Jedi of the

New Order must sally forth and meet

this threat on their own…

The figure walked off the transport using slow, deliberate steps. Behind him the other passengers made no attempt to pass or interfere in any way. Each took great care to show no offense or even acknowledge the man in any way. They stood, clutching their meager possessions, waiting patiently for the tall cloaked person to make his way onto the landing pad.

It wasn't until he was several steps away from the loading ramp that any of them dared to approach the exit. Even then, the brave one who did step forth did so only with the most hesitant and anxious of movements. Only then did the rest dare to move. As they emerged from the small passenger compartment of the transport they each looked pale and on-edge. Even the two Wookie warriors seemed nervous.

To the onlookers, the whole scene seemed strange, until they caught sight of the figure.

From head to toe he was covered in the cloth of his black robes, cowl pulled low over his face, concealing any insight as to his race or species. Humanoid was all that was apparent, beyond that it was anyone's guess. But none of the others allowed their eyes to linger for very long, and wherever he passed, people turned away and went about their business. Crews from other docking ships busied themselves with unloading of crates or passengers, pretending not to see the black figure walking past.

Though they all strained to deny his existence, to a one, they each moved a little more stiffly and their speech became just a little more quiet when he neared. Even the traces of fog swirling around the port parted to allow the man unhindered passage.

Around the crowds, the rhythmic humming of engines, steps of the people, and periodic hiss of a venting valve combined to form an almost orchestral quality. As the melodies intertwined they became lost in the sea of sounds that was the newly expanded Khoonda starport.

If the figure appreciated the scene or sounds, he gave no outward sign of it. Never hastening or slowing his steps in any way, he calmly walked through the parting crowds towards the Khoonda plains.

Standing at the starport exit were three men bearing the uniforms of the local militia. All three tensed up as the man approached.

"On behalf of the Khoonda militia I welcome you to Dantooine," one of the men – holding a datapad – croaked. "Do you have anything to declare?"

The man stopped before them, but said not a word. From the deep shadows of his cloak, only his chin was visible.

The militiaman swallowed hard before continuing, "Very well, then. Enjoy your stay."

He motioned to his subordinate, a young pimple-faced fool barely old enough to be considered a man, who quickly retracted the narrow barrier from the exit.

But the cloaked figure did not move an inch.

Unsure as to why the man continued to stand before him, the militiaman swallowed again.

A single word slithered from the hidden lips of the cloaked figure, "Enclave."

Eyes widening the militiaman opened his mouth, but no words came out.

The cloaked figure raised his right hand and repeated the word.

His face suddenly going slack, the militiaman replied in a monotone voice, "To the northeast, past the Khoonda settlement."

Wasting no more time with them, the cloaked figure started up again. Before he got very far, however, the pimpled man called out to him.

"There's nothing there anymore!" he practically pleaded. "There's nothing left."

The figure stopped and slowly turned to regard him. As his neck twisted, the folds of his cowl slid back, showing more the lower portion of his face. Two bright amber eyes stared and a set of gleaming white teeth smiled back at the young man.

Shuddering with terror at the sinister sight of a smiling Sith, the young man stepped back several times before tripping over his own feet.

Satisfied, the cloaked figure turned back and continued on his way.

When he disappeared around a corner, the third militiaman said, "I thought they were all dead."

"It looks like she missed one," the man with the datapad replied in a whisper. "I'd better inform the Administrator…"

Khoonda's Administrator Terena Adare frowned as Captain Andros Wreys relayed the disturbing news. She and the fledgling militia had overcome many obstacles in the recent years to rebuild Dantooine's broken infrastructure. Once, when the Jedi Enclave still stood, the planet was on its way to becoming a thriving, self-sufficient settlement. After Malak's fleet leveled the Jedi academy the entire planet suffered.

Terena hoped they'd seen the last of their dreary days when the Jedi exile appeared at her doorstep one morning. With her motley entourage – including a Miraluka seeress – they managed to fend off the last of the mercenary attacks and even rid the planet of the lingering Mandalorian clusters that had threatened so many settlers over the years. Finally, hope seemed more than a lingering fancy.

Soon after the Jedi and her followers departed, she learned of the fate of the Sith Lord Nihilous and the destruction of Malachor V. Supposedly the last of the Sith Lords hiding within the planet were eliminated along with the next generation of Dark Jedi. Everyone thought that would be the end of the Dark Side threat.

And, now a Sith Jedi dared to walk amongst them. But something seemed off about this one.

So lost was she in her own thoughts Terena never noticed when Zherron dismissed the Captain after several minutes of silence. When she looked up from her desk the Captain was simply gone.

As thanks, she shot her trusted associate a grateful smile which he returned with an understanding nod.

"A Dark Jedi arriving on a public transport?" he asked. His gravelly voice sobered with each word. Terena could spend whole nights just listening to his whispered rumblings.

She nodded before saying, "Yes, one wouldn't think it possible. A Sith lowering himself to mass-transit systems?"

"Our Jedi friend must have broken them more than we realized."

"Broken?" Terena asked with a smirk. "From the looks of our dear Captain I don't think anyone on the starport thought him 'broken' in the least. She may have wounded them severely, but they are far from finished. No, it's while the light shines brightest that the shadows fall all the darker, I fear."

"So it would seem," Zherron commented. "What are your orders, then, Madam Administrator? The Sith was headed for the Jedi Enclave ruins, though what he hopes to find there is beyond me."

Exhaling slowly, she sat back and thought on the matter some more before deciding on a course of action.

Even with their larger numbers she didn't want to risk challenging a Sith head-on. They had no real way of knowing if this man was alone in his travels. For all she knew his meager methods of transport was a ruse staged for their benefit. Maybe he hoped to lure her militiamen into a trap at a predetermined location. With a Dark Jedi anything was possible. But the thought of a servant of darkness wandering unchecked through the hallowed ruins of the Jedi Enclave did not sit well with her.

Punching up a few buttons on her terminal, she called up the communications array and sent a message bound for Telos. Few in the galaxy even knew of the new Jedi academy located in the northern reaches of the planet, but Terena was one of those trusted people. Though her previous savior had disappeared into the reaches of unknown space, there were other friends she still had within the small group.

Within minutes a familiar face appeared. Calm and tranquil eyes regarded her with a smile.

"Administrator Adare," the Zabrak greeted. "It is good to see you again."

"It is good to see you as well, Master Bao-Dur," she smiled warmly.

The Zabrak Jedi frowned slightly before continuing, "I sensed a disturbance in the Force before you called, Administrator. Is there a problem I can assist you with?"

"Your insight serves you well, Master Jedi," Terena complimented. Silently she was glad it was this particular Jedi who answered her call. Bao-Dur always seemed more agreeable than the other Jedi she'd met over the years. Much as she hated to admit it, several of these New Order members seemed to act quite un-Jedi-like – one particular smart-mouthed former-pilot especially came to mind. Bao-Dur, however, reminded her much of the Jedi of old.

"I am afraid a Dark Jedi has been seen on Dantooine, Master Jedi," she told him.

Bao-Dur's brow furrowed upon hearing the news, "Is that so? This is disturbing. When?"

"Just this morning," she informed him. "A man dressed in the black robes of a Dark Jedi arrived with the first transports of the day-"

"On a public transport?" the Jedi asked suddenly, interrupting her.

"Yes, that is correct," she confirmed.

When Bao-Dur said nothing more, she continued relaying the information, "He asked directions to the Jedi Enclave ruins and when my Captain refused to answer he used the Force to compel a response. Once he left the starport the Captain came immediately to report the event."

Bao-Dur's face became thoughtful as he digested the news. Zherron walked around the desk to watch the screen alongside her.

"Do not risk any of your men against this Jedi," Bao-Dur finally said.

"I did not intend to," she replied with bemusement. "But what could he possibly want with the Enclave ruins? After you and your former Master cleared out the sub-levels there was little left of value. I cannot imagine what a Sith would hope to gain by going there."

"Many Jedi were killed when Malak's forces obliterated the Enclave," the Jedi Guardian explained, "and later Darth Traya murdered three former members of the old Jedi Council there."

Terena and Zherron both stiffened up at that.

"When? I heard nothing of this!" she gasped.

"It was a very dark moment for the General, especially since it was she who brought the Council members together in the first place. Knowing her role in their deaths nearly destroyed the General," Bao-Dur's face became somber.

Was that how Master Vrook died? She never did trust the wrinkled old woman traveling with their group. Terena knew of the Zabrak's affection for his former Master and chose not to push him with further questions at that moment. But it was definitely something she intended to know more about in the future.

After a time, Bao-Dur composed himself and continued speaking, "Regardless, Administrator, because of these events, the ruins have become a powerful beacon for the Dark Side. With the elimination of the Sith Triumvirate and destruction of Malachor V it is possible this Dark Jedi is searching for a new source of power. And I fear he will find this in abundance within the ruins."

"If that's true then we can't allow this Sith to set foot in those ruins!" Zherron spoke up. "You know we can't stand against a Sith alone, Master Jedi. Will you help us?"

With a sigh, Bao-Dur shook his head, "It would take over a week for any of us here to reach Dantooine, and there is no telling how much power he will absorb in that time."

"Master Mira was here only a few days ago, gathering crystals from the Kinrath Caves," Terena suggested. "She had several Force-sensitive initiates with her."

Nodding, Bao-Dur began punching up keys on his terminal, "As much as it pains me to endanger perspective students, I will contact Mira and let her know of these events, but it will still be several days before she can lend her assistance. Until she arrives you must find a means of slowing this Dark Jedi's journey."

"He set off on foot," Zherron said. "Even a Jedi couldn't make that trip in one day. I can send swoop patrols ahead and redirect some of the local wildlife to hinder him. Maybe a few encounters with horned Kath hounds will force him to reconsider a direct route."

"We could also destroy the bridge leading to the Enclave," Terena added. "Some Thorium charges should do the trick."

"And I don't think even the Force could help him make that jump," Zherron nodded.

Bao-Dur nodded along, "Do what you can, but advise your men to be on their guard at all times and not to engage the Dark Jedi directly. Although it is possible he will realize what you are doing at some point and attempt retribution, hopefully by that time Mira and Atton will have arrived."

"I didn't realize Master Rand was with her," Terena mumbled dejectedly.

The Jedi on the screen smirked minutely, but said nothing as he continued to enter data on his terminal's keypad.

"They have acknowledged my transmission and are turning back to Dantooine," Bao-Dur informed them. "Mira estimates they should arrive by tomorrow evening."

"Thank you, Master Jedi," Terena breathed. "Again, we are in your debt."

"It is the least we can do, Administrator," Bao-Dur replied with a bow. "If there are any further developments, you should contact the Grey Raven directly."

Terena nodded and smiled again before closing the connection. The Grey Raven was the name given the newly constructed ship being used by the former-bounty-hunter-turned-Jedi. During her conversation with Jedi Mira several days ago she'd learned that Master Bao-Dur and Rand had designed the vessel using schematics obtained from the Ebon Hawk. She'd also learned their Master took the original with her when she followed the redeemed Sith Lord Revan into the unexplored reaches of space several years ago. Though based on its predecessor's design the Raven incorporated newer technologies which gave it a slight edge over the older ship.

"See to our new guest's arrangements, General," Terena said to Zherron. "Ensure that he is given the full treatment."

"As you say, Administrator," Zherron grinned.

The digitally enhanced image played out before the militia officer's eyes. Three large kath hounds charged straight at the lone, black-robed figure, horns lowered. At the last moment he dove out of the way and rolled to safety before unleashing a blast of dark energy from his fingertips. The attack only seemed to enrage the intended target and did little to deter a second strike.

Though the man in black seemed unafraid he nonetheless was forced to constantly maneuver to keep from being trampled by the three large beasts. Still, his movements didn't seem to strain him at all. On top of it all, he actually seemed to be getting used to these run-ins.

For most of the day they had been redirecting the various herds of animals into the man's path, but while they were certainly slowing him down, he didn't seem bothered very much by it. But their orders were clear. If they couldn't stop him, then they would slow him down.

"Our little friend doesn't seem to enjoy the company of our local wildlife," Lieutenant Suulru raised his helmet's visor and grinned.

The three subordinates standing to his flanks chuckled at his words.

"Has Jorran reported in yet?" he asked the woman to his left.

Nodding, she replied, "His men set the charges, they're just waiting for your signal, sir."

"Good," Suulru answered back, "but I don't want to detonate them unless it's absolutely necessary. If we can slow him down enough, then hopefully he won't reach the bridge until after our backup has arrived."

The female militia soldier nodded in agreement.

"Hound-3 to Hound-1, over," the electronic voice sounded in his helmet suddenly.

"This is Hound-1," Suulru spoke into his helmet's headset, "go ahead, Hound-3."

"Sir, we found another herd a few kilometers to the east of your position. We're in the process of redirecting them," the voice informed him.

"Good work, Hound-3, our guest will be busy for a while here, so you should have enough time to set up the next encounter."

"Yes, sir," the voice acknowledged. "It just strange, sir."

"What's that, private?"

"I could have sworn there were at least twice this many kath the last time we were out here," he said.

"All our activity may have run a good number of them off, I wouldn't worry about it," Suulru consoled his subordinate. "If things keep up like this our Jedi friends should be arriving well before he reaches the Enclave."

"Yes, sir," the voice agreed. "Hound-3 out."

"I just hope he doesn't realize we're behind this all," to woman to his left said, suddenly.

"Why is that?" Suulru asked.

She looked at him, eyes full of worry, "You've heard the stories, Lieutenant. Malak destroyed all of Taris because he didn't get what he wanted. One damned Jedi slips through his fingers and he levels a whole planet! Sure this Sith is just one man alone, but do we really know what he's capable of? The General warned us to keep our distance, but I don't think it was because he was worried about us specifically."

"What else could he have meant?"

"I think he was worried Khoonda more than us," she said, hands involuntarily hugging her slim figure. "If this Sith figures out we're doing this to him… then who know what he'll do to the people of Khoonda?"

"I think you're putting too much stock into his abilities-"

"Lieutenant!" one of the men called out as he watched the distant battle.

Suulru's hand shot to the side of his helmet and he quickly pressed a button to snap his visor down once again. He didn't know how it happened, but he gaped along with the rest of his men as he saw the three kath scattered in all directions as they flew through the air. One by one they came crashing down, each landing more than twenty meters away from the cloaked figure.

"My God!" he whispered in awe.

"He never even drew his lightsaber," one of the men mumbled.

Pressing another button the visor's image zoomed in more and his spirits sank when he realized none of the large beasts were moving. His heart nearly stopped altogether when the distant figure turned towards him and smiled before turning to calmly stroll eastward again.

After a moment, the militiawoman said, "He knows we're here."

"And he doesn't care. Obviously he doesn't see us as a threat," Suulru added. "We're going to need bigger kath."

No sooner did the words leave his lips before his comm crackled to life with the voice of Hound-3's squad leader. Rather than words, however, he only heard muffled screams and undecipherable shouts of terror.

Alarmed, Suulru turned away from the grinning Sith bastard to shout back into his headset.

"Say again, Hound-3," he cried. "I repeat, say again, Hound-3!"

He looked up in time to see the ten charging kath hounds, but not in time to get out of their way. All he could do was shout incoherently as the enraged animals plowed through him and his men shattering bones and trampling limbs as they went.

Suulru's last thoughts were of his wife and children and he feared what horrors he may have unleashed upon them. He regretted that he wouldn't be there to protect them…

"What's the status of the hyperdrive?" Mira asked the man to her left.

His eyes focused on the multiple instrument readouts and monitors in front of him the pilot punched a few keys and changed one screen to display an engine status. He narrowed his eyes for a moment as he studied the information. With his other hand, he maintained the controls to the Grey Raven, ensuring their course was holding true.

"All systems nominal," Atton Rand answered, "output running at one-hundred-and-fifteen percent efficiency."

"Can we push it any further?"

Atton pursed his lips, "I wouldn't. As much as I know Adare needs us we're not going to be much good to her if we blow up before we even get there."

Mira sighed before saying, "I know, it's just that I feel like we need to get there as soon as possible. Something about this whole thing is bothering me."

"Getting another vision?" Atton asked curiously.

She shook her head slowly, "No, nothing like that. It's just… this feeling… like something's coming… and we're not going to like it when we see it."

"Hm," her smart-mouthed friend remarked. "Maybe you've just got a Force itch that needs scratching? I get them all the time, but a little ointment and they go away."

Mira rolled her eyes but found herself smiling anyway. She was glad Atton was with her during this trip. Truth be told, though she couldn't stand him for more than a few minutes at a time he was, by far, the most fun member of the other Jedi to be around. Bao-Dur and Dustil were sweet, but not really fun at parties. Brianna and Juhani could be a little intense for her tastes, though they seemed to get along well with each other. Visas still creeped her out even after all this time, and while she knew Mical meant well, his awkward social skills usually proved more frustrating than anything else. How Bao-Dur put up with the poor man was beyond her understanding. Then there was Atris and her constant self-deprecating statements – would the woman never forgive herself? Hell, how he put up with any of them made her wonder.

But Atton's quick wit and peculiar personality made for a lot of interesting conversations. As long as you were willing to deal with the occasional headache, that is.

"Hey, guys, just thought you should know it's getting a little warm back there," a young female Twi'lek informed them as she strode into the cockpit.

"Sorry, Mission," Mira apologized, "but we're pushing the engines pretty hard, so it's probably only going to get worse. You should probably move our passengers into the sleeping quarters and shut the doors. That should help contain the heat."

"Yeah, go lock yourself up somewhere and leave me alone," Atton mumbled.

"What?!" the blue-skinned young woman shouted as she stepped toward him.

"What?" he quickly answered.

"What did you say?!"

"Where?"

"Here!"

"When?"

"Just now!"

"What?"

"What?!"

"Yeah," Atton nodded.

"WHAT?!" Mission screamed, confusion playing across her narrow features.

The other Jedi continued his relentless teasing, "Yeah, that's right."

"Dammit, what did you say?!" the clearly distraught girl shouted.

"YEAH!" he shouted back.

"No, before that!"

"What?"

"No, what was the first thing you said?!"

"Yeah?"

Growling in frustration, the young woman threw her hands up and stormed out of the room, but not before shouting, "Bantha breath!" over her shoulder.

Atton could barely contain himself as her dainty feet stomped loudly down the corridor.

"She's a sweet girl, isn't she?" he asked with a wide grin and scattered chuckles.

Again, Mira found herself smiling despite herself.

She sighed loudly, "Why do you do that to her?"

"Do what?" he asked with eyes full of innocence.

"You don't have to give her such a hard time."

"Come on, she's tougher than she looks," Atton smiled warmly.

"Things haven't been easy for her since Zaalbar left for Kashyyyk, you know."

"That's my point," he shrugged. "Besides, it was the Admiral who suggested it. He gave me a few pointers on handling Mission before he left Telos. It was the least he could do after pawning her off on us."

"He didn't 'pawn her off,'" Mira argued.

"What would you call it?"

Shaking her head, she sighed, "He knew things were too unstable out there to keep her safe onboard his ship. He loves her like a daughter, Atton, and I know she cares about him just as much regardless of how she tries to deny it. The Admiral just thought she would be safer with the Jedi on Telos more than anywhere else."

"Yeah, but she's still a pesky rodent," Atton grumbled.

"You're supposed to be a Jedi, you know," Mira reminded him.

"Hey, I can do aloof with the best of them," Atton proclaimed, "I just find that this approach accomplishes the same thing with more entertainment added."

"I'm just saying you could try a little compassion next time."

Atton shrugged, "I did, at first. It just seemed to make her more sad. This way she has something else to focus on other than her absent Wookie 's a sweet kid, and I don't like seeing her that way."

Mira's jaw was practically scraping the floor by the time her friend finished his explanation. Atton was being considerate? She had no idea he'd been doing it all for Mission's benefit. Some Jedi she was!

"You do realize she's not much younger than you, right?" Mira asked.

"Yeah, but I'm still older. Besides," he grinned, "being Jedi gives me, like, twenty extra points of age or something."

For the third time Mira rolled her eyes while she smiled at her friend's foolish words.

"The Force save us all," she grumbled.

Atton only laughed.

Feeling more relaxed after their banter, Mira turned her focus back to the events on Dantooine. Something was still bothering her about the situation, but she wasn't any closer to figuring out what.

Maybe with the Force…?

Atris was always telling her she had a gift for visions. In the years since their Master disappeared into the Unknown she'd tried to develop her talents, but things hadn't come as easily for her as they did during their first days together. Looking back, Mira couldn't help but marvel at how quickly she and her companions progressed with their Force skills in those dark days. She couldn't help but wonder if it had more to do with their teacher than themselves or their situation.

Juhani admitted that their contention with the Sith probably boosted their learning abilities – something Atris firmly argued against – since, by her own admission, she never learned more about the Force, and herself, than with her time alongside Revan.

Mira had to admit, Force-wise, things did seem much easier for her when her exiled Master was schooling her. But Atris claimed that was because they were Force-bonded to such a powerful wielder of the Force and their Master's natural strengths were being funneled through to them. Such was the power of her Force-bonds. In addition, it was also the reason they were able to tap into powers normally incompatible to followers of the Jedi way.

Her Master's time in the Mandalorian wars supposedly gave her insight into the Dark Side of the Force and her mind somehow adapted to utilize those skills while still holding true to the paths of the Light. And it was the same with Revan.

According to Atris they weren't true Jedi because of this. Instead the old Masters would have called them Grey Jedi. A strange subset of the Order, comprised mostly of exiles, who wielded both sides of the Force at will. It was a dangerous path to follow, one where the walker was constantly challenged to hold back the temptation to fall completely to the Dark Side. At the same time, if they fully embraced the Light, their abilities would lessen considerably. And so it became a never-ending game of balance and compromise.

Jolee Bindo had been the most well-known practitioner of the craft. The grumpy and cleverly mysterious old man followed Revan along with Juhani and Bastila during the end of the Jedi Civil War. His death at the hands of Darth Sion's Sith assassins hit her Cathar friend hard and only through Bastila's constant consolations was she finally beginning to put the matter behind her.

Not willing to tempt herself any further, Juhani had given up her Dark Side powers after the destruction of the Star Forge, and rededicated herself to the true Jedi way. Brianna, much to the irritation of Atris, relinquished her Handmaiden status to follow the same teachings after she met with Mira's Master all those years ago. It was a decision that succeeded in fully alienating her from her sisters and Atris as well. Regardless, she never seemed to falter from it. Mira envied her in that respect.

When she'd first learned to touch the Force, it was only out of a sense of desperation. Her years as a bounty hunter and constant threat of Hanharr had fallen heavily upon her shoulders. Death always seemed to loom around the next corner no matter what she did to try and avoid it. Fear was all she knew.

Then, almost out of the blue, someone came along who promised to show her how to let go of those chains and rise above her fears. And she had. Mira's heart swelled with emotion every time she remembered that moment when she first heard the voices within the Force. A planet's worth of life reaching into her mind. Their sorrow, joys, and hope. On that day the entire universe seemed to open up to her, and from then on, things were never the same. She would always be grateful to her Master for that.

Now it was time to put that gift to use, Mira decided. Her Master had shown her the path, but it was up to her to walk it…

She closed her eyes and controlled her breathing, falling into the meditative state her former Master taught. In her mind, she was back on Nar Shadda, feeling… almost tasting the swell of life from the planet. She opened her mind to the Force and as the tidal energies of the universe flowed through her she allowed it to sweep her away in its wake. Trusting in her instincts, she let go her fears and let the Force show her what she needed to see.

A picture began forming as her disembodied ethereal perception floated along the currents of the Force.

Dantooine. A bright beacon marred by a single dark scar.

Grasslands and wildlife. Familiar.

Men dressed in uniforms of the Khoonda Militia riding swoop bikes. Strong emotions.

Animals charging towards a lone figure. Anger.

A figure, swathed in black standing defiantly against the coming attack. Shadows swirled around the man in a storm of hatred.

The power she felt coming off of him was amazing! She'd never felt-

As if a carbonite mine went off in her head, her thoughts froze. The cold sensation spread throughout her whole body. She felt… infected by his rage.

He looked up.

He smiled.

Mira felt herself being thrown back violently into her chair so hard the welded backrest almost broke free. Her head spun in a million directions as her perception returned to her body. Screaming in pain, she clutched at her head before falling forward and slamming into the console.

Distantly she could hear Atton crying out alongside her, but his voice and presence fell further and further away with each passing second. Reality blurred to nothingness as the black void of unconsciousness consumed her.