A/N: Hello All! It's been a while, about 4 years to be exact! Back to share a few stories that were started, but never completed. Still, these stories hold a special place. These stories may be uploaded in part, or perhaps finished depending. Either way, reviews are much appreciated, let us know what you think!

"Yet the Force" is a direct sequel to the events of "Snowfall".


Emotion, yet peace.

Ignorance, yet knowledge.

Passion, yet serenity.

Chaos, yet harmony.

Death, yet the Force.


Tyro placed a stiff hand to the thick transparisteel window of the Republic Cruiser. Over the past few days the frostbite had quickly healed until all that was left was an ache in his bones and a grotesque pattern of mottled new pink skin, slowly fading, like the surface of the icy planet below as the cruiser made its way into position for the jump to hyperspace.

With his hands so heavily bandaged, Tyro had been left with little to do besides sleep, ask anyone who might listen if they had found Sparks yet, and aggressively try to wrestle some sense of control over the force.

Cautious, but desperate, his efforts over the past few days had started small - throwing objects into the air, charts, blankets, empty bottles and boxes, and trying to catch them before they hit the ground. More often than not he succeeded, but every attempt at using the force for anything other than simple manipulation had been like hitting a brick wall. As soon as he reached too far it pushed back, hard. Each attempt a punch in the gut that left him reeling.

So he continued the exercise in every waking moment until he exhausted himself and slept. There was still time, still a chance that he could just reach out into the force around him, and find Sparks. Tyro's first solo mission as a Commander and he had lost a man, a friend. Or maybe not. Maybe he was still alive out there, somewhere in that icy chasm. Clone soldiers were tough, their armor even tougher, and Tyro had read on it somewhere on the HoloNet before that beings could often be revived from extreme hypothermia; perhaps the cold was a blessing in disguise. Tyro's incessant efforts had driven the medics to their breaking point, though only now, miles away from the planet's surface, did Tyro begin feel properly embarrassed for that.

Despite it all, it was too late. He reached out again to the force, one last time, while he could still see the planet...no sooner did he shove his thoughts from himself, the confines of his body, to push at the force, than he felt that barrier again. This time he threw himself at it, knowing it wouldn't budge but not knowing what else to do then...slam! Tyro staggered backward as though he had just been slapped, opening eyes stinging with tears. Just as before he couldn't sense the living force.

Before he could try again, the stars melted into streaks as they entered hyperspace.

"We didn't find Sparks," Tyro acknowledged hollowly.