Hi everyone, this is the first thing I have attempted to write in a long, long time so I would absolutely love to hear anything constructive that you have to say. I know this is short, but there is more to come. Also, I have decided to not give my Exile a name-I always find it distracting when I read a fic and the name is different from my character. Anyhow, enjoy!

Oh...and I don't own any of these characters, they are property of Lucasarts, Bioware and Obsidian Entertainment.


The Exile was lying crumpled in the grass, drained from the enormity of what the Masters had been attempting to do to her. The sound of Kreia's voice came to her as if from underwater. She recognized some of the words "truth"…"arrogance"… "harm"… "tragedies"…as they wisped through the recesses of her mind. She knew these words should mean something but the sound was distant and disjointed.

Suddenly a cacophony of noise rang out. It sliced through the murky haze of her thoughts and shook her to the very core. Something was wrong. Something was horribly wrong. Summoning all of her remaining power she forced her conscious to surface again to reality and pulled herself to a standing and ready position.

Her vision cleared and she saw them. Her masters, her mentors were all lying motionless in the grass. She broke into a run, pulling out her medpacs as she went. "Kreia, what have you done?" She dropped to her knees by Master Zez-Kal-Eli but there was nothing she could do. He was worse than dead, his body was an empty vessel that had been stripped hollow of The Force.

"Master Vrook!" she cried, panic rising in her voice. Moving to him the enormity of what had happened began to wash over her in waves. He too was dead, stripped of the Force, stripped of his very essence and in that instant she was unable to move. She could not look towards the last and dearest of her Masters.

Her whisper was strangled, "Kavar…" She took a deep breath and stood, moving purposely to the spot where he lay. She lowered herself to the grass and leaned forward. She grasped Kavar gently by the shoulders, turning him over and pulling him into her lap. "Oh Kavar…where have you gone?" She stroked his hair, "You were innocent. You listened to me, you admitted the fear of the counsel, you were open to the idea that perhaps the teachings were flawed. You were not arrogant…you trusted me…"

They had all trusted her, perhaps against their own senses. Even Master Vrook with his caustic demeanor had agreed to meet in this place and had imparted his teaching upon her. She realized they had been right about her. She had killed them all. Her eyes widened as the rage rose from within her like a tidal wave. She screamed and it was more powerful than any force scream mustered in battle. She screamed until she tasted blood. She screamed until she thought her heart would burst, hoping with her entire soul that it would.

In that moment she was intimately familiar with what had cut her off from the force. The sheer magnitude of loss was tearing at her. She now knew that she had pulled out all of the connections herself until she was deaf, until she was blind. She had done it to keep the storm of anguish from tearing her apart. Not this time. She opened herself to the rage, to the agony and let it lash at her. She would not deafen herself to punishment this time.

Kreia…

Kreia…

Kreia…

The words whispered in her skull, slicing through the undirected pulsations of rage and pain. Kreia…her anger began to come into focus. Manipulator…agony joined in. Betrayer…her power focused like a blade.

"I will destroy you Kreia. I will obliterate every shred of evidence that you ever existed if it takes my life. I will end you so thoroughly and so utterly that the Universe will barely register a whisper when it comes. You will be forgotten. None shall mourn you and I will use my power to the very end to ensure the force thrives."

Very gently she lowered Kavar back to his resting place. He wore a small Ondoronian royal seal on a thin cord around his neck. She removed it and placed it in her side pouch. She would return it to Talia and tell her all that had happened in person. Another heart would be broken, another life thrown into chaos because of the trust that had been placed in her. Stroking his hair again and for the last time she stood.

"I will not leave you to the Kath Hounds"

Raising her right arm, her newly focused power exploded lifting the Earth directly in front of her into the air. She buried her masters, her mentors and the last of the Jedi Council in one graceful movement. Focusing on the remains of the courtyard she delicately unearthed one of the Trees of Life and moved it to rest on the grave. She coaxed it into bloom, took one long last look and turned to leave.