"You understand why we have brought you here, Solo?" Master Zez-Kai El's voice was detached and cold. I was standing inside the council's room, on trial for my decision to leave, to join Revan in battle.

I felt unnaturally cold for some reason. The walls I had once considered homely, were blank and unfriendly now. I was beyond any measure of doubt sure; I was no longer welcome here. But still, I could only hope to somehow atone for the terrors I had committed.

"You did not bring me here, I came to you of my own free will, remember master?" I spoke softly to the council.

"Why," Master Lonna Vash cut Master Vrook off, "Why do you still refer to us as your masters, do you not follow Revan and Malak now? Have you not fallen to the sith, just as they?"

It was a just question. If I were them, I too would assume the worse of me. I had done terrifyingly terrible things during the war. Things I could only hope to one day atone for. They were right to assume I had fallen past redemption, but I hadn't. I hope to restore my place with the Jedi.

"No, I didn't." I told them with certainty. I put every bit of faith I had into my friends, my allies, they would see I did what I had to. They would help me redeem myself. I had to trust that they could help me find peace with my actions. It was a great deal of expectations to put on their shoulders, but I had to.

Even as I thought this, I could tell by their faces that most of them were disgusted, revolted even, by my presence. All they could see was a traitor. A Jedi too weak to stand resolute against the dark side, too weak even to continue down that path once Revan disappeared.

I turned my attention to the only person who I could rely on to be on my side, "Please Uncle Luke," He refused to look at me. He kept his eyes firmly locked into the distance, watching the daily activity of Coruscant.

I continued anyways, "You must see my side of this. I would never betray you like that. You're my family, I love you all" He turned his head to me, and I wished he wouldn't have. His face was cold. Detached. It was clear to me then that he too, thought I was capable of being a Sith. I felt like someone had shot a blaster at me. Aimed directly at my heart. The pain radiated within me, and I'm almost sure that any Jedi within the conclave could feel it.

"If you really do not follow in Revan and Malak's footsteps, then why did you follow them into the war? After the council specifically told all Jedi not to" My dearest friend, Master Kavar, asked me. I could sense he blamed himself, no not even just that, but his teachings as well, for my actions. I wanted more than anything for them to understand.

It was nothing that they did that caused me to go to war. It was more like the lack of action on their part that fueled me. I knew the Alliance needed the Jedi to help defend them. That was our duty, wasn't it? Jedi use their powers to defend and to protect. I had heard my uncle repeat those lines hundreds of times during my life. Is that not what I was doing when I followed Revan?

I chose my words wisely as I answered their question, "I followed them because the Mandalorians were slaughtering millions of innocent people in the outer rim. They were the only ones who saw that if we, as Jedi, did not lend them our power, that the Alliance would fall to the control of the Mandalorians. While you and the rest of the council sat here, waiting for the echos of death to reach you, we were right there, saving everyone that we could."

The faces of the council were unchanged by my words, words that still brought fire to my chest thinking about them.

I turned to my uncle. Surely he would understand. He had been the pivotal leader in destroying the Empire. He knew what it was like to see that kind of carnage. He grew up during the age of the Empire. Had he forgotten it in all these years of peace?

"Uncle Luke, you must understand what that feels like! You saved the republic, and helped rebuild it. All of that was at stake!" I felt empowered by my words. I could feel my belief and trust in my words filling me up with confidence, making me almost forget the terrible ache in my chest. All my emotions were heightened.

Control yourself, I told myself. Don't allow your emotions to destroy your argument, you're trying to convince them you're not a Sith, not out of control, that you're still capable of being a Jedi. I felt the rage that they would not listen to me, burn through me.

I knew this feeling was wrong, it was a feeling of the dark side, but I could not control it. I closed my eyes, and breathed in deeply. There is no emotion, there is peace.

I repeated the Jedi mantra a few times until I felt my emotions in check once more. Even if I was no longer raging, they still had to see their flaws. I continued where I left off, "This war was equal to the clone wars with the carnage and destruction it brought to the people of the Alliance. The Alliance was not strong enough to fight without us, they needed their protectors. We can't just sit back and detach ourselves like they did back then. The Republic fell to the Empire, because the Jedi did not support them. Did not guide them. We allowed selfish, evil, and horrible people to fill the positions as senators, we should be a part of those decisions, if we are to protect the Alliance from crumbling like the Republic before it."

Uncle Luke finally looked up at me. "That is not our place. Jedi serve others rather than rule over them, for the good of the galaxy. We only asked for caution and time, to consider this war more closely. Instead Revan and Malak convinced so many padawans and master's alike to follow them... Even you. You all met the Mandalorian's brute force with your own brute force in return. Have you not wondered how many more people might have died, because the Jedi intervened?"

I had.

I had every single day of the war and every single day after it and I knew that thinking about it was a waste of time. All it did was fill you with doubt. Doubt and fear. During a war I didn't have that kind of luxury, everyday was a day that could be your last. In that situation suddenly what if becomes a lot less important, "You can't think in such ways. No one can fully see the future not even you, Uncle."

I paused, knowing this conversation could not last forever, and it seemed to be getting me no where, "I suspect you did not purely call upon me to ask of my opinions of the war." I braced myself for the worst. I knew the chances of them allowing me to rejoin them were slim, but perhaps they could give me a different task. Perhaps I could serve them as something other than a knight?

When I was younger I had shuddered at the idea of joining one of the Jedi corps, but now I would gladly trade my saber in for a life of agriculture or medical training. There were far worse fates, and I could at least atone for the atrocities of my past by serving the people of the Alliance in one form or another. After all, I have my entire life to make up for...for everything I did. I bowed my head, waiting for them to continue.

"No," Master Kavar answered me. "No, we did not. We have called you here to see if you had fallen to the dark side. You might not follow Revan and Malak," I sighed in relief. I'm glad they atleast see that much.

He continued on, "-now, but you are too dangerous to be around any Jedi," My head shot up. Panic filled my body. What are they saying? They can't be...

"-And because of that," Master Vash continued, "You are, from here on, to be exiled from all Alliance space. You are also not to come within 10 light years of any Force sensitive temples, nor are you to form a order of your own, do you except your punishment?"

My eyes filled to the brim with tears. "My - my parents... and my brother... I'll- I will never see them again..." I spoke softly, mostly to myself. I could see now that the council did not think I was worthy of or capable of redemption.

"Once a 25 year sentence has passed, you may return to us here on Coruscant, where we will reconsider your Exile status."

I felt a single tear race down my cheek. While I was understandable angry about this, I couldn't refute them. They knew what was best for the Alliance. I had turned against them, fought against them in the past and I can't do it again, "I accept and trust in your decision, I'll leave immediately" I turned to exit the room.

"Wait." Master Vrook called to me, "Your lightsaber. You must hand it over to us. You must not have any ties to the Jedi order."

My hand tightened around my lightsaber. It was my lightsaber. The first lesson of being a Jedi (after the 'don't-cut-off-your-own-head' one) was your lightsaber is a part of who you are, it is your life. To give over your lightsaber is like giving up your life. Not too mention it was a part of my blood to be a Jedi.

I was literally giving away my identity. Who was I, if not a Jedi? Am I a Sith? Is there anything you can be, other than Jedi and Sith? I had never been taught about them. I pulled it out of its holster, and I literally handed my life over to them. I let it slip through my hand and fall to the ground. The clattering sounds of it hitting the floor, echoed eerily in my ears, as I walked out of the Council Room, for what I knew, would most likely be the last time.

"You were right, Grand Master. She's, I don't know how to explain it. It's like she's not even there. The force is just gone from her." Lonna Vash watched as her friend walked out of her life. For some strange, cold reason she felt like she had just been in the presence of death. Not just any death, but the death of the force itself. And she knew, although however very unlikely it might seem, this would not be the last time the council would see Jaina Solo.

AN: Okay, so, hi. This is my third time uploading this story (Each time has been with different ideas) but this time I think I have found my muse for it. I've got it all planned out. This is basically kind of a 'what if' cross over. It's not at all canon. I wish it was. I recently read the Revan book by Drew Karpyshyn, and I was... I was pretty disappointed. I really feel like he could have done a much better job (or atleast given our beloved characters a more dignified ending, and for the love of god, a little bit of a shout out to all of us Atton/Exile shippers out here. He could have atleast had her think about him for a split second. It could have been less than a sentence, just said his name, and I would have been satisfied. And Meetra? Really? That's the best name he could come up with? When I played the game for the first time I named her Serena Varik. Never anything like Meetra. Ugh.) But yeah, that book has me on a rampage, so I scrapped my last attempt and I'm on a roll with this one. I'm really trying my best here to mush together two completely different story lines in two completely different timelines and make one fabulous fanfiction. Why? Because I can never just settle for something easy, and I kinda fell in love with the idea of Jaina being the exile. I plan on giving everyone a bit of the glory from both of the games, and quite a bit from other Star Wars novels that I have read, so yeah, give it a chance. (:

If you have any questions, just ask! I'll do my best to answer without giving away the whole story.

*Seriously though, he didn't even mention Carth or Atton at all in the entire book. What the heck.*