Chapter 1

Memori was dumbfounded as the soul inside whispered, 'That's her. The one whom I've waited eons for.'

'Who is she, Revan, and why is she familiar in the Force to us?'

'That's Bastila. That's the woman who I shared a Force bond with, and the one whom became my wife.'

'Revan, I don't like how I feel.'

'Memori, I understand. Just hear what the Grand Master has to say.'

The Mandalorian nodded to himself as he turned his attention to his former Master. "So, what's the job," he asked in an almost monotone voice, making Tsunami glare and Recollectia look at him with disdain.

"Your job is to protect the younglings located on Ilum. There have been reports of Sith in the area. I want you four to investigate and go take care of them," Luke answered calmly. "I see you've adopted your father's mannerisms. The mercenary ones."

"Grand Master, I had been a bounty hunter for only a few months."

"That doesn't explain why you fought Master Mytar, or nearly killed him I should say."

Before he could even respond, Tsunami had rushed at Memori, the hissing of a lightsaber in the air. The Mandalorian Jedi didn't hesitate as he grabbed the arm it was in and kneed his assailant in the stomach. Tsunami gasped harshly, not expecting the response so quickly. Memori then threw him towards Djembe. "I won't defend myself, but I was fighting him with my bare hands, Grand Master," the Mandalorian stated coldly. "And I wasn't planning on killing him. The Lepi owed my client money, and I made sure to get that. I didn't try to kill him. I was merely being the muscle that everyone assumes Mandalorians are."

Without awaiting a response, he walked out of the chamber, heading to his ship. As he did, Tsunami wheezed out, "I don't understand why we should have him on the team. I mean, he fought with many Jedi in the Order when he was here, Grand Master."

"Those instances were ones where the others had earned it. He also never used his lightclub on anyone in those instances, much like yours and Master Mytar. Memori is honestly the most respectful Mandalorian I have ever known, and he trained himself to do what Jacen could, and much more. That man has a passion for knowledge, and exploiting weaknesses of others while limiting himself. He went into the Unknown Regions for 9 years, Tsunami. That's enough to make anyone wonder what had happened during those exploits."

Silence filled the room after Luke's statement. Tsunami was stunned with the knowledge he had just been told. Recollectia said softly, "He is an enigma, and doesn't wish to be known. I don't feel him in the Force."

As the other Shadows nodded in agreement, Luke answered solemnly, "He does that because he doesn't want anyone to know him. I made the mistake of entering his mind while he slumbered, and saw things that I had never even seen before. I had to exit because it was a swirl of memories that weren't his, and emotions that weren't his. I taught him the technique because I didn't want anyone else to see those images. I will go and talk with him. See if he still wishes to be a part of the Shadows and the Order."

The rest of the group nodded as the Grand Master left, with Recollectia healing Tsunami. Djembe thought long and hard before speaking into their minds. 'I honestly think that Memori should go alone. We will follow and watch how he approaches the problem that Grand Master Skywalker presented us. Is that fair?'

The other two Jedi nodded, knowing that they didn't know what he was capable of. Meanwhile, the Ebon Hawk was still where it was docked, with Memori at the workbench. Luke climbed aboard and called out curiously, "Memori?"

"At my work bench. What do you want, Grand Master," Memori answered from nearby.

"I was wondering if you still wished to be a part of the Shadows."

"Why wouldn't I? You are the one who wanted me to be."

"But are you capable of doing what needs to be done?"

"I don't think that you've seen my career."

"I ask because of the reaction with Tsunami."

"Just so long as I am granted access to utilize everything at my disposal."

"You do. I won't deny you anything. Djembe is glad you're back."

"Of course he is. I mean, he is my best friend."

"Why did you not take him with you?"

"Because I'm not subjecting anyone else to the torture of a life I've chosen to live. Besides, you of all people should know why I left the Order."

"You knew, didn't you?"

"I didn't. The soul inside me did."

"And that was the immense power I awoke by training you."

"Yes. I would much rather be rid of him."

"Why?"

"So I can think for myself, and not have to finish what he started."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean creating a balance from the shadows. Did you think I was just finding myself while I was gone?"

"Honestly, yes…"

"You don't remember how I was raised."

Luke fell silent as Memori finished up with his blaster rifle. The Mandalorian walked out to face his former master. He bowed, throwing up his hood and placing his mask on his face. The Grand Master followed, calling out, "The Shadows' quarters are towards the lower levels of the Temple. That's where you must go in order to plan with them."

"Alright," Memori called back as he disappeared in the crowd, heading towards his new home again.