She sat up in her bed, eyes wide open and sweating. Her brown hair drifted off of her shoulders, into her line of vision. Exasperated, she pushed it back into place and scowled.

Something was wrong with her.

Well, there must be. She keeps seeing another her. Someone else that looks just like she did. But whenever she asked someone about it, they'd look at her like she was crazy.

But Connan wasn't crazy, was she?

No, Connan Frai might have something wrong with her, but she was not crazy. Maybe she should go to the med bay, and get them to check her up….again.

Would they let her inside the med bay again? She had been there five times already; they must have been tired of her by then.

The vision kept on asking her the same questions: who she was, where they were, what she was doing. It frightened her.

Connan closed her emerald eyes once more, trying to focus. But all she saw was her.

"Who are you?" The voice asked, slightly alarmed. Connan opened her eyes once again, gasping. She was always there.

But she never had been on the outside of her mind, like she was right then, standing in front of her.

"Will you leave me alone already?" Connan screamed, standing up and walking away from her now-unmade bed. "You've been bothering me for days!"

"I've been bothering you?" The woman argued, crossing her arms and scowling. "I don't even know who you are! Now, let's try to keep our cool here."

"Why the change in attitude?" Connan smirked, raising an amused eyebrow. "One of those peace-keepers, are you?"

"No, I'm trying to keep both of us under control so we don't try to kill each other." The other said. "Now, what is your name?"

"My name is Connan Frai, already!" Connan stomped a foot. "Who are you?"

"I—I don't know." The woman said. "I don't remember anything about why I'm here, who I am, or anything. But we look alike, so that has to be something."

"No, we look alike because you're a hallucination. That's how it goes. I'm Connan Frai, head tech of the Endar Spire, and you're the hallucination." Connan pointed at the image before her.

"On the contrary, we are not only look-alikes; I feel we are almost the same thing. The one and the same." The image held her index fingers in the air and pressed their sides together, showing what she meant. "The proof—" The woman held her right wrist up to show Connan something.

A scar in the form of an X was placed over the veins.

Connan stared at the scar, tracing her own absentmindedly.

"But…." Connan sat down on a chair. "If we're the same, then why are we—talking to each other?"

The other one sighed. She rubbed her chin with her fingers.

"That, I don't know."

"Well, that's great." Connan said. "I don't suppose you're any good with technology?"

"Actually, I can neither tell the difference between a red wire and a blue button, and I can't see how you can." The look-alike smirked. "On the other hand, I can fight very well."

Connan scoffed.

"Well, then it's wasted, because I suck."

"Oh really?" The copy sat down on the un-made bed and crossed her legs. "Not when I'm done with you."

"What?" Now Connan stood, placing her bangs behind an ear. "Frankly, I don't think you're in a position to hold a vibroblade." She sighed. "I shouldn't even be talking to you now, out loud. People already think something's wrong with me."

"Think a thought." The other ordered. Connan raised her eyebrows.

"Excuse me?" She crossed her arms.

She nearly fell over as she watched the other talk to her without moving her lips.

"I told you to think a thought!" The voice rang through Connan's head, making her hold her ears. "We can communicate like this."

"Alright, now I'm starting to think that you really are me." Connan thought back to her other self.

"Well, that's good. Now I can teach you how to fight without much complaining about hallucinations." The other smirked.

"But you still can't hold a blade." Connan pointed at her other, shrugging.

"Then close your eyes." Connan nearly fell over.

"What? You want me to sleep?"

"Not necessarily. More like... meditate. Here, I'll teach you how." The other sat on the ground silently and crossed her legs. Connan did the same. "Now close your eyes. It will be like sleeping, but we can communicate as well, and there I can teach you how to fight."

Connan closed her eyes and instantly was greeted by darkness.

"Wow, it's kind of dark," She thought. "Wish there was some light; and maybe a recognizable background…"

A loud pop was heard and the place turned into a field.

"Well, that's good. Now we just need some vibroblades." Connan heard her other self behind her. She turned, blinking to make sure she was still seeing the same thing.

The other self was dressed in a regular armor, and had two blades in her hands.

"Nice armor," The other said. Connan glanced down at her own self, seeing the same thing on herself. "You forget already that we're the same person, I wear what you wear, feel what you feel, and so on."

"That's encouraging." Connan mumbled.

The other threw a blade at Connan, having her catch it by the handle.

"Now, let's start with the basics…."

That had been four months ago. Now Connan was a great fighter, and an even better mechanic, once she taught the other everything she knew.

The other was dubbed the name Jishin, a name that supposedly meant "Another me," in a dead language.

They really were just alike. They got angry at the same things, they thought the same things, they even did the same things. Over time they began to become great friends. They looked out for each other, and Jishin helped Connan out a lot with all the broken droids that often came to her.

Then, the Sith happened.

"This is Carth Onasi, all hands to the bridge! We've been overtaken by Sith!"

"That was Carth, a well-known soldier. If he says we're in trouble, he must mean it!" Trask, her supposed roommate, explained to her as they fought their way through the Sith to find the bridge.

"Jishin, what's happening?" Connan asked her twin.

"You ask me so assuredly, you'd think I'd know the answer!" Jishin shot back. "Just keep fighting."

"Easy for you to say…." Connan sputtered out loud. She turned red as Trask looked at her.

"What?" He asked. "I didn't hear you."

"Oh, it's nothing." Connan waved him off.

More Sith charged them the further they got away from their quarters. Connan jumped out of the way of a slashing sword and threw her vibroblade in the way, cutting through the man's thin armor and taking him out. Three more began to charge her and Trask.

"Please, I'm tired of this," She told herself. Connan scowled as she took out her blaster and shot the three down.

She had to close her eyes when she saw the Dark Jedi and the Jedi both die. The thought of watching a Jedi—one who was great in power—die so quickly made her sick.

They finally got onto the bridge, but no one was there.

"This is getting better and better!" Connan smacked herself on the forehead and sighed. "Where' the Onsai person you told me about?"

"You mean Onasi." Trask corrected. "He should be here, though. Since he isn't, my guess would be he's either already in an escape pod or he's making his way there. We should get going in that direction, too."

"Jishin, I don't have a good feeling about this…." Connan advised her friend.

"I know that! I have the same feelings as you do."

"Uh—Trask?" Connan attempted to alert her aide, but he opened another door.

"Shhh," He said, holding a hand up. "There's someone behind here…."

Trask laid his hand on the door, opening it. Connan gasped at the new figure, taking out two vibroblades.

"Another dark Jedi!" Trask seethed.

"And you were expecting Lord Malak?" The man growled. He eyed at Connan and raised an eyebrow.

"Well, look who's on the other side…." He whispered. Trask shot at him.

"You head to the escape pods, I'll keep him occupied!" He closed the doors.

"Wait!" Connan pounded on the now closed door. "What happened? Who is that? Open this door!"

But the sounds of a lightsaber drowned out her cries.

Jishin, do you know who that was? Connan pleaded.

No, but if you don't get going, he's going to come after us! Jishin appeared beside her twin. Her hair was in a high ponytail—like the look-alike—and her measly combat armor was stained with Sith blood.

"But—" Connan spoke out loud.

"But nothing!" The look-alike interrupted. She stomped her foot. "Trask sacrificed himself for us, are you going to let him do that in vain?"

"I—I don't know…." Connan shook her head. "Alright, fine. But you're getting an earful when we got off of this thing alive."

"This is Carth Onasi again; you've got to hurry up! You're the last one alive on this ship." The communicator startled Connan and Jishin, making them jump.

"Gosh!" Seethed Connan into her comm. link. "Don't scare us like that!"

"Ummm…. Us?" Carth asked. "My stats show that you and me are the only Republic soldiers left!"

"What?" Jishin started. "That means—"

"Dark Jedi number two is coming after us," Connan finished, reading her friend's mind. "Not good. We'll be there as soon as we can."

"…Alright…." Carth clicked off his comm. link and left Connan to her and her twin.

"Let's get out of here." Jishin commented. Connan nodded and opened another door.

"It should be on the other side of this door, Jishin." She said after knocking down and vandalizing three Sith.

"Be careful there," Carth came back onto the link. "There's at least eight Sith behind that last door."

"Well, that's just great. I'm out of spikes!" Connan snapped her fingers together and scowled.

"No way, you're a technician and you don't have any spikes?" Jishin crossed her arms, laughing. "Looks like we'll have to take them head on."

"You can refigure that machine over beside you to attack the Sith; if you have any parts…" Carth suggested.

"Well, yeah." Jishin smirked. "If you want to be a wimp."

"What?" Connan asked, feigning offense. "What about a wimp?"

A surprised grunt expelled from the comm. link.

"I didn't call you a wimp."

"Not you!" Connan brought her wrist up to her mouth and shouted the words into her link. Then she shut it off.

"You can make the droid fight for us, or we can use this situation as target practice!" Jishin said. She had a point, the white, rusty droid didn't seem like much of an alternative. "Come on!" She jumped in the air excitedly.

"That's a better idea." Connan nodded. Sheresheathed her vibroblade and unholsteredtwo blasters, smirking.

"Alright, let's give this a try." Jishin said, winking. Connan opened the door.

The shooting instantly started. Many times Connan had to jump back and use the door as a barrier between her and the battle.

"Not like that!" Jishin criticized, throwing a fist in the air. "You're holding the blaster like it's going to turn around and bite your hand off! Grip it! Or they'll get it out of your hands!"

"You're really helping at a time like this, you know?" Connan turned to look at her friend as she spoke, and ended up with a blaster shot grazing her arm.

"OW! Son of a—"

"Connan!" Jishin gripped her own arm, wincing as she knocked her twin on the head. "The battle?"

"I hope your arm never heals properly." Connan insulted, listening all the while and standing back up to continue the skirmish.

"Then yours won't either, Genius. We're the same thing, remember?" Jishin shot back, sticking out her tongue.

"You know, I can't believe I'm arguing with myself in the middle of a fight." Connan shot down another Sith, leaving only three men-in-terrible-fashioned-armor left.

"It's not like there's very many left…." Jishin said. "You can go up and switch to a vibroblade now."

Connan sighed, taking note of the look-alike's words, and rushing into the room. They had little reaction time and by the time one got out a blade, the other two were down.

The man stabbed at her, making her side-step and lunge at him. He parried the attack and received an elbow in the mouth.

He crumpled to the floor, spitting teeth and blood all over her and his armor.

"Thanks for your stuff!" Connan smiled as she defaced the man of all his good possessions.

The door behind her opened and a familiar voice called to her.

"There you are!" Connan resisted the urge to slash him with her sword, and instead sighed.

"Relax," Jishin offered, "it's just Carth, I think. He doesn't look like a Sith."

"It's been one hell of a day…." She said. "I'm tired."

"Well, I'm Carth Onasi," The man stuck out his dirty, calloused hand. Connan took it in her own grease-ridden hand, wiping the sweat out of her face with the other.

It was then that she took note of all his features. His torn armor, its yellow combat-ness now turned to a gray dullness. His hair was all over his face, but sort of tucked behind his ears,as iftrying to look presentable.

"Just call me Connan Frai," She insisted.

"Well, now that the introductions are over, why don't we get in the last escape pod and get out of here." Carth pointed at the closed compartment that he planned them to squeeze into.

"Now wait a minute, how can I trust you?" Connan stepped back. "You could be a Sith in disguise." Carth flicked her nose, angering her.

"And you could very well be the Sith Lord Revan reincarnate, but that's not stopping me." He said, confusing Connan.

"Jishin, who is Revan again?"She asked her look-alike.

"Later."

"I'm a Republic soldier, like you. And we're the only two left alive on this ship." Carth went on, taking his hand away and scratching the back of his head.

"We can trust him, I think…." Jishin advised.

"And it's not like we can't take him down if he's lying. It's one on two." Connan smirked at her own remark.

"Alright," She said, walking into the room and pressing the escape pod button. She got in. "Hop in."

Carth jumped inside quickly and shut the lock tightly.

"I never noticed until now that his brown hair is soaked in blood!" Connan shivered.

"You're looking too closely for my comfort." Jishin growled. She swatted her twin, seeing her own hand phase through the real.

Carth pressed a button on the inside of the pod, shooting it off.

"There's a planet below us that we could land on. We'll be there in about an hour." He said. "Until then, get comfortable."

As they propelled away from the ship, they never knew that this would mark the beginning of an adventure.

THE END!

So, how was it? I'll have the next chapter out soon.

Sorry ahead of time for mistakes, sometimes the stupid computer doesn't catch all of the errors.