Ossus, 44.7 ABY

As Vestara disembarked from Ship, a momentary pang of regret ran through her body like a shikkar.

"What is wrong, mistress?" ship asked her through their telepathic link.

"Nothing, my friend," she replied the same way, "I regret that we will soon be apart for a time, with you unable to help me."

"Why would that be, mistress?"

"Because of this." She reached into her pocket and felt the small, metal tube she was seeking. With only an instant of hesitation, she pressed a small button on one end of the tube. Almost instantly, a thermal detonator ripped the heart out of the sith meditation sphere, killing him instantly. She had made her decision. She would become a Jedi, if she was still permitted to by the Jedi Order.

As she walked through the arid wastes of the planet, her destination was already visible, with the tall, flat-topped temple spire already seeming to dominate the landscape. When boredom set in, however, she began to muse over how she had come here.

Two days prior, Nar Shadda

To an casual glance, she would have looked like another casualty of the planet's nightlife, who, too drunk to stand, had found a doorway to sprawl in. Vestara Khai, self-proclaimed sith lord, was trying to forget the one thing that had almost turned her from the dark side's embrace: her love for Ben Skywalker, Jedi knight, and the son of Jedi grand master Luke Skywalker. After three hours solid dissipation, she was extremely drunk, and, after an incident where she had tossed three Aqualish into a trash compactor, had decided to try and sleep it off, with traditional drunken wisdom, in the nearest doorway.

"Mistress," she heard muzzily, "what are you doing?"

"Trying to forget, ship." She said out loud. "If I stay like this for a while, I might dull the pain."

"You know better. This is no way for a Sith Lord to behave."

"I'm willing to try." She muttered, than sank into a drunken sleep.

When she woke, she saw a small green figure, with long ears, leaning on a stick before her.

"Arise, young Jedi. Role for you in the order, the Force till has. Herh herh herh." It instructed her before beginning to cackle in a slightly quavering, high pitched voice.

She muttered a keshri curse word, and then turned over. Abruptly, however, a feeling of euphoria came over her, and she was violently sick.

"Received my blessing upon you, you have, Padawan Khai. To Ossus now go forth. Yes, hmmm."

The figure suddenly vanished from sight, and she felt a ripple in the Force, as it rushed to fill the hole left by the strange figure.

Just after the strange little figure had disappeared, she realised she was completely sober, and felt curiously at peace after the encounter, and actually began to realise the horrific truth about her sith actions. She would need ship for one last voyage, she decided as she walked back to the docking bay, intending to pay for the berth, rather than simply say "you don't want me to pay for that" with the traditional hand gesture accompanying the words. She would fly to Ossus, and prove, once and for all, that even for a Sith, redemption was not impossible.

About the same time, Jedi knight's quarters, Ossus

If his dad found out, Ben knew there would be trouble. After nearly a month of heartache, Ben had finally opened a small box his uncle had left, and discovered the contents to be a one litre bottle of Whyren's Reserve from before the clone wars, with a note from his uncle reading "Enjoy. May it dampen your sorrows."

He was now about a third of the way through the bottle, and things were beginning to look a lot better. Humming a few bars to himself, he tipped back the bottle backwards, and jumped to his feet, startled, because no fluid had come out.

"I would advise drinking that not, young Skywalker"

The voice came from the foot of his bed, where a figure his father had described so often was standing. The very slight shimmer gave away the fact that it was not of this world, but was still in it.

"Master Yoda." He replied, flustered. "What is this visit about?"

"About, hmm? Merely passing on the news the friend prompting your drinking is returning to the fold, I am."

"Vestara? She has turned her back on the dark side."

"To clear the darkness on Nar Shadda I gave her the help she needed. In a worse state than you, was she. Indeed, she was indeed. Of the Dark Side from her body I cleared the taint. Hmmmmmm.

"Thank you, master. When will she arrive?"

"Arrive in the time it takes for her ship to reach here from Nar Shadda, will she."

Then he was gone, and Ben could feel a ripple in the Force, before a sudden surge in his gets sent him sprinting for the nearest 'fresher station.