Alright Ficsters. We're back. Sorry it took me so long. Been a little hectic around the cove. Anyway, when we last left Mady she was left with the choice of going off on her own or striking out with the team like the old days. What did you all choose? Well, let's just see.

Her recovery was slow. Much slower than she would have liked anyway. For nearly a month she lay there in that bed waiting for her wound to heal. It seemed that times like this was when her pride and stubbornness hurt her the most. She would just begin to feel better and her patience would dwindle and she would try to sit or stand or something else that was just as stupid and split her wound open again. Finally though, she was prepared to begin her life again after such a reprieve.

The advantage of the scenario was the fact that it had given her time to think. Of course that Sith the other night had been right. The attacks on the enclave would never stop…never. The attacks on Ben would never stop or the Jedi for the matter. She would not, however, simply sit by and let it happen. She would do what she had sworn to do the day she returned to the enclave. She would protect the Jedi and serve the Masters…but only in shadow. Forever hidden.

"So you're telling me that there is an army of Sith hunting us, we don't have any plan whatsoever, and you just want us to run headlong out into the outer rim and hope for the best?" Ben asked, hoping that this would be the time that realized how foolish such an idea was. There was a pause, but then she flashed that smirk up at him.

"Pretty much." She said, looking up from packing her small duffel bag. She hustled back and forth from Ben's dresser where everything she owned was stored back to the bed where here bag was. He just sat on the bed and watched her.

"And you don't see anything flawed in that?" Ben questioned.

"When has it ever steered me wrong?" she asked, stopping for a moment. Ben gave her a knowing raise of the eyebrows and she spoke before he got the chance to.

"On second thought, don't answer that. You'll throw off my confidence." She said, returning to her task. Ben was already packed of the trip so now he was completely free to talk to her as she packed. In reality, he didn't want anyone to go anywhere. He had thought when they took over this enclave that things would quiet down a bit…at least for a while. However, in his heart of hearts he had known that such a thing was coming. He just didn't expect it to come so soon.

"So where are we headed?" Ben asked, trying to keep his mind open.

"Not sure yet. I'm gonna sleep on it and let you know in the morning." She said, throwing the last of her items in the bag and zipping it. After that she sat on the edge of the bed between the bag and Ben. Her eyes ached as she had been awake for several hours past the point of comfort and she rubbed them as she smile wearily over at Ben.

"Why do you want to do this?" he asked. She only laughed at him.

"Come on, Ben! Where's your sense of adventure?" she asked, through the chuckle as she rolled to the other side of the bed and began to take off her boots.

"I'm serious." He said in a tone that told her he couldn't be anything but. She sighed as she began to take off her robe and outer tunic.

"I just…I have a feeling that all this stuff won't just go away on its own." She said, somberly. His gut had told him the same thing, but he was much more of a planner than Mady and he was also much more patient. Mady tended to deal with things right now just for the sake of having them over and done with. She also couldn't bear to sit around and watch or wait. Ben was much calmer and without her influence he would have been more inclined to wait this thing out to see what would happen.

"I know what you mean." Ben said, surrendering to his wife. Her will had always been able to win out over his and he admired that about her…and sometimes hated it, too. She lifted the sheets of their bed and crawled under the covers. He quickly followed her and found his way over so he was right next to her, whispering in her ear.

"But when we get through with this, you and I are going to have a serious talk about your ideas of adventure." He said, before giving her a kiss on the cheek. She laughed at this, but she knew that their views on this point were severely different. He grew up with the Jedi and was taught very early that such a sense of adventure was to be avoided. No delusions of fame and glory were to enter a Jedi's mind as so they suppressed such things. She had grown up for a long period of time with Mandalorians and their views were staunchly different. Glory was something that they strived for and oftentimes was the true mark of honor for them. Ben and Mady were very different, true. Perhaps that was why they made such a good team.

After hours of tossing and turning, Ben finally fell asleep and when his eyes opened again sun shone in the window through his blinds in streaks. He breathed deeply for a moment as if he had not taken a deep breath in hours and reached over behind him to wake her.

"Mady, it's morning. We should—" he was cut off as his fingers met not her soft skin or even her hair…but rather a piece of paper. He sat up and read the thing as quickly as his eyes would dart across it.

Ben,

Shame on you for not knowing me better. Stay here and look after the enclave with the boys. Don't worry about me. I won't be long. I'm just going to check a few things out in the outer rim. Don't follow me. I'm taking P4, just so you know. I love you and I'll be home soon.

~Mady

"Damn you, Mady." He cursed quietly. After a few deep breaths he found the tiniest of smiles on his lips. Shame on him, indeed. He really should have known her better.

Across the galaxy, she was smiling, too. As she stepped off of her ship and onto the dusty surface of Tatooine. For some reason she never felt out of place in the dust and the dirt. In fact, quite the contrary. It was here where she felt that she blended in the best. During this trip she felt so much so that she felt quite comfortable walking around without her hood. No one would recognize her here. This wasn't even the planet's most bustling port and even if it had been, it wouldn't have been saying much. This port was called Boulder Breech and it while it was not the size of one such as Anchorhead it held a large amount of people for its size. It was also much closer to the place she really had to find and so, she found her parking space ideal.

She had to ask more people than she thought she would have to. Not a whole lot of people knew where the historic site was anymore and those who did no longer really cared. It had been so long since the ancient age of rebellion and legends. Plus, the place had long since been ransacked and the odds of finding anything of value out there were slim to none. However, after a few hours of digging for directions she was finally able to get some from an elderly woman.

"He used to live out there." She had said. She told Mady that the only reason she knew was that her grandmother had taken her to see the place when it had been a museum. Now that was all no more. The galaxy, as it was, was something of a desperate place and there was no room in such desperation for nostalgia. Mady thanked the woman and began the long trek into the wilderness of the dune sea, P4 following obediently behind.

She hadn't dared park her ship out in the desert for fear that it would be buried by the time she got back to it. However, as each step seemed to take more and more effort, she found herself regretting that she had opted for the hike. Her feet dragged in the sand as she stared at the tiny locator she was using to find the place. It began to beep faster and faster until suddenly a computerized woman startled her.

"Destination reached." It said calmly. Mady was puzzled. She looked all around her, but all she could see for miles in any direction was sand and rocks. Still the thing repeated it's words and the coordinates appeared to be correct. Mady cursed to herself as she took a closer look at her surroundings.

"What's the matter, Mrs. Katarn?" P4 asked.

"There was supposed to be something here and it's not and for the last time, P4, call me Mady." Mady replied, still fiddling with the scanner. She began looking around assuming the transmitter was junk.

"What was supposed to be out here, Mady?" the droid behind her asked. She didn't reply as her eyes had caught something that made her freeze and consider perhaps that the transmitter had not been junk after all.

Upon this close examination, she noticed something she hadn't before. Just slightly to her left was a gray edge for something that looked like a part of a tube poking out of the desert. She approached the odd thing and touched it. It was made of some rough stone that was definitely not native to this area of the desert. Cautiously, she kicked some of the sand at its base away and found that this odd and foreign tube extended farther below the surface. Her foot slid more sand out of the way to find that it went further. Before she realized it, she was on her hands and knees throwing sand aside by the armful. After several minutes of making very little progress, she stood and took a few breaths.

What good was this going to do? Even if she did manage to find the right place, which there was no telling this was, what would there be to find? What clues would be found here? Her back ached and sweat poured down her face from both the exertion and the sun beating down on her. She leaned exhaustedly up against the strange tube, which now stuck about four feet out of the ground.

Suddenly and with a thunderous crack, she felt the tube give way from behind her and she fell backwards with it. Whatever had broken had created a hole somewhere deep in the sand. She knew it was true because she found herself being sucked hopelessly into something of a sinkhole. Not that anyone would have heard her, but she just barely had time to cry out before the desert swallowed her whole.

She was embarrassed and terrified at the same time. She should have brought a guide out with her or something other than just P4. That would have been the smart thing to do. Instead, she had chosen, like usual, to come out here by herself and for it she could well die a silent and mysterious death.

For a few moments she couldn't breathe. She could feel the sand moving around her and the increasing pressure on her body told her she was going deeper and deeper into the desert. After a few seconds of this, she was sure she was not going to make it out of this desert alive. After all her harrowing adventures, a fraking sinkhole would be what did her in. Great. She thought to herself. Just spectacular.

Her chest began to ache and she could feel the blood begin running from her face as the pressure was becoming too much to bear. Her lungs and her brain and her very body cried out for oxygen, but she couldn't oblige any of them. How long had she been slowly sinking downward now? Twenty seconds? Thirty? A minute? She would have guessed closer to a minute from the way her body felt.

Her vision had gone black the instant she slipped beneath the sand, but even now she could feel herself slipping away. A figure appeared in her foggy sight.

"You've come to the right place, Madylyn." Said the white-haired figure before her.

"I have?" she replied, though her lips didn't move.

"Search this place. You will find what you're looking for." He said.

"What am I looking for?" she asked back.

"You'll know when you find it, my dear." The old man said.

"And who are you?" she asked as she felt the figure begin to fade away.

"I have had many names, young Jedi. I was 'Ben' when I lived here." Said the voice as it faded away.

"Kenobi? Obi-wan Kenobi?" asked Mady into the abyss, but already the voice was gone and with it, she felt the insurmountable pressure on her body returned.

Then, all of a sudden, she felt no pressure at all as she tumbled into some dark and empty cavernous space. She also found to her great relief that she could breathe again which she just lay there and did for a few minutes. She coughed uncontrollably as one of her deep gasps inhaled her a lung full of ancient dust from wherever she was.

"Mrs. Katarn! Oh dear! Mrs. Katarn, do you read?" the frantic droid above her nearly shouted into the comlink.

"It's Mady, P4." She said wearily into the communicator.

"Mady, what happened? I turned for merely a moment and when I turned back you where gone!" the droid explained.

"It's fine, P4. I'm underneath you in some sort of cave. Stay put and I'll let you know if I need you." She said, calmly. In reality, she was anything but calm. Any one of a hundred desert dwelling creatures could have made this cave home and right now, she couldn't even see her hand in front of her face. Before she did anything, she needed to find a light somewhere. Odds held that there were no working lights down here, she for the time being she was stuck…until she remembered the many uses of the weapon at her hip.

Her lightsaber igniting sounded louder than it usually did due to the enclosed space which she quickly discovered was not a cave. The walls and the floor gave away the fact that someone had indeed once lived here…so did the furniture. Tipped over and battered though it was, it was furniture for a human or humanoid and it did show wear. She discovered at that moment that the transmitter that had been telling her she had reached her destination had not been wrong. Simply misleading. She was there…only she was about twenty or thirty feet above where she wanted to be.

The voice had told her she was in the right place, now all there was to do was start looking for what she needed to find. The only problem was that she had no idea what that was. The reason she was out here at all was because of the nature of her enemy. If she was to defeat an incomprehensible darkness she would need the help of a legendary Jedi. Perhaps there would be clues to be found in the dwelling of one such Knight.

For nearly an hour she overturned chairs and tables and searched through drawers and found absolutely nothing. Finally, after this utter defeat, she sat against a wall and just tried to think. Why would the voice tell her that she was in the right place unless she indeed was? Maybe this apparition had just been the fevered dream of her oxygen starved brain. She moved to scooch her feet closer to her body, but something stopped it short. Some odd jut in the floor made such a movement impossible. She cleared some sand off with her hand to find that there was an old stone marker in the floor.

She examined the thing closely as she cleared away the last of the sand. The markings on it were simple and in the middle was what looked like a human hand print. Upon deciphering the markings as best as she could, she realized that the mark in the middle wasn't a hand print, but rather a pad that one would put their hand into. Something of a keyhole with only one hand able to open it. She looked at her own hand and then back at the pad. Surely hers could not be the one intended for this security device. However, her assumption that it was meant for the previous owner of this homestead was debunked by the very size of the print. It was too small to have been meant for a man and as she began to notice the length of the fingers on the pad and the length of her own, she couldn't help but notice the similarities.

Surely the thing couldn't be for her hand. Why would it be in the dwelling of a Jedi so ancient and great? Nevertheless the resemblance of the print and her hand was uncanny. Slowly and cautiously she stretched her hand forth to place it in the mysterious grooves. As she expected, but doubted at the same time, it locked perfectly into place and the instant it did, several of the symbols surrounding the pad began to glow and the thing became a pedestal slowly rising out of the floor. Her hand shot back as if she had just burned herself and she sprang away from the eerie pillar as she watched it rise. Once the thing was about a meter out of the ground it seemed to split open and a bright light spilled from the crack along with an expulsion of gas that escaped with a hiss.

The voice had told her she would know the thing when she saw it. She did. Sitting on a peg in the opening pillar was a holocron adorned with Jedi markings. Next to it on another peg was the crystal for activating it. Carefully she removed both the crystal and the holocron and examined them. Her full power would need to be used for this. She took a deep breath in and slowly released both the odd cube and crystal into the air where they floated on the Force. The holocron opened and the crystal floated delicately inside as she focused intensely on the information surely stored within. She was set back again when a blast of the Force itself seemed to shove her to the wall. A figure then appeared, projected from the cube. It was the very face she had seen in her vision.

"If you are seeing this then you haven't much time. There is indeed an evil force coming for you and yours, Grey Warrior and when the time comes to stop it no one will hold the key but you. Your suffering has not ended and there will be challenges yet to face, but if you prevail…if you succeed, you will be revered for millennia to come. If you don't or if you choose the easy path, you may yet be a legend, but one of terror and pain and heartache. The choice will be yours…and yours alone. In a short time the evil will reveal itself to you, and you must be ready. Like this holocron…you will know it when you see it. May the Force be with you, young knight. Pray you make the right choice." The Ancient Knight said. And with that, the room went dark.

"Wha—What the hell was that supposed to mean?" Mady asked out loud into the darkness. What was the evil? When was it coming? What choice should she make? The information in the holocron had not answered her questions, but rather given her more.

"Great! Just frakin' great! You'll know it when you see it. Why the hell can't anyone just be plain about anything? Damn it all! Tracked miles into the desert, nearly drown in dust, spend half the damn day in a dungeon! For what? You'll know it when you see it. Awesome. That really helps me." She ranted as she angrily gathered the holocron and crystal and slipped it into her pack. She noticed a tiny streak of light protruding from an upper wall of the half-sphere that was the tiny homestead. Apparently that blast from the holocron had done some good after all. She forced the thing the rest of the way open and crawled out onto the desert once more.

"Mady! Are you alright?" P4 asked, rambling over to her.

"I'm fine, P4." She said, brushing herself off.

"Did you find what you were looking for?" he asked, curiously.

"Yup. And I really wish I hadn't." she said, beginning the long walk back to Boulder Breech.

"How long has she been out there now?" Axol asked to himself more than anyone else.

"Not even a whole day, Axol." Ben replied from his cross-legged position on the floor of the room. The sun shone in on them and the sand beneath them was warmed by it. It was here where Ben found himself most at peace.

"Well…it seems like longer than that." Axol said, slightly embarrassed. Ben smiled to himself.

"She'll be fine. The outer rim isn't exactly an exciting place." Ben told him, trying not to let Axol ruin his center.

"Well, you know her best, kid. If you think she'll be alright, I'm sure you're not wrong." Axol said.

"I'm sure, too." Ben said peeking up at Axol.

"I got a class to teach so I'm gonna get to it." Axol said on his way out.

"Alright, don't be late." Ben said. As Axol left the room, he couldn't help but think about what he had said. Ben never liked it when she went off by herself and before Axol had come in to bother him, she had been searching through the Force to try to find her. Certainly he had no plans to follow her, but it would make him feel a little bit better to know where she was, at least. When he was finally alone in the room again, he closed his eyes and got back to it.

He wouldn't have been very happy to find her where she currently was. The way she saw it, she had spent a whole day trekking into the desert for nothing. In truth, it was worse than nothing. Today, she had dug herself an even deeper hole. This holocron was useless. There was no information on it which she didn't know or suspect already and all this did was confirm her fears. It also gave her no idea about how to combat the "evil" that was coming. Since this was the case, she thought it a prudent time to have a drink or two.

She sat in the booth at the side of the cantina holding the holocron in front of her face and staring at it with contempt. The Force had guided her to this very thing so perhaps it wasn't totally useless. However, if it had a use it was completely unbeknownst to her. She fought the urge to just chuck the thing against a hard corner of the booth and be done with it forever. That was something she couldn't do though. The past years had given her the strength to resist such foolish and immature displays of frustration…but that didn't keep the thought from crossing her mind. She knew she had to let Ben take a look at it though. She knew she had to get it back to him.

Suddenly, as if snapping her out of this death stare with the holocron, a young alien waiter was crashed into by a clumsy patron and the entire tray of beverages he had been holding spilled down the front of him and then smashed to the floor with a thunderous shattering sound. Some of the sticky liquor had gotten on the patron as well, which is where the whole mess started.

"I'm very sorry, sir." The young alien said, nearly unable to make eye contact.

"You bet you're sorry, alien scum, and you're about to get a lot sorrier if you don't buy this whole table drinks for this mess!" the patron threatened.

"I-I don't have any money, sir." Said the waiter. This whole thing had gotten Mady's attention. She could tell the patron was human, but for the life of her she couldn't tell what the waiter was. He was humanoid to be sure and his size showed him to be quite young, but she could have been mistaken.

"Well, then I guess we'll just have to figure something else out." The man said. No sooner was that last word out of his mouth, than his fist slammed across the face of the young waiter leveling him promptly. Feeling a slight buzz and also a slight rise in anger at the men's behavior, she thought this a good time to step in. She stuffed the holocron back into her backpack and stood from the booth.

"Hey." She said standing. Apparently, none of the men heard her as she stepped towards them. They simply continued kicking the poor boy as he was down on the floor and calling him a number of slurs that she would never repeat.

"Hey!" she repeated growing closer to them. Still no response.

"HEY!" she shouted over the crowd as she grabbed one of the men by the shoulder of his shirt. Before he had even shown acknowledgement of her, she had slugged him across the face. When another man came to try an restrain her , she whirled on him and gave him a punch of his own. Just then, a third man whom she had failed to account for, adjusted to the shock of this girl barging in and socked her across the eye. The entire side of her face felt hot and began to throb. It had been a while since she had been hit like that. She had taken many a punch however and recovered quickly, returning his strike with another just as strong.

There was a moment of quiet then. Not literal quiet to be sure, but rather a calm through the force. Mady could see the galaxy at that moment and could very well see the four or five additional patrons joining the fight. Of course, she had not wanted to play such a card, but at this point, she thought it inevitable. The weapon at her hip ignited with a snap-hiss and an eerie blue glow.

"All you sand-people back off and leave this kid alone!" she said, angrily.

A few of them held their hands in the air and took a few steps away from her, creating a clearing in the bar. The waiter looked up at her, eyes showing awe. Part of the reason she could not tell was species he was, was that he was wearing a bandana covering most of his face. Something was familiar about that skin though. Something about that odd color and texture screamed that she should remember something about this race. Nevertheless, she extended him a hand.

"Come with me, kid." She said, hand outstretched. He looked at her with uncertainty.

"Unless, of course, you want to stay here." She said, shrugging her shoulders. He took a quick glance around him and seemed to choose the former. The rough skin grasped her hand and she helped him to his feet. From behind her she felt something like a wind. Of course, being inside it wasn't a real wind but one of the Force warning her of what she should have known was inevitable.

But she had been so concerned about the boy that by the time she realized the wind it was too late. The first man whom she'd hit got the drop on her and now had a weapon. With the hunting knife he'd had concealed he slashed across her shoulder, gashing deep. Uncontrollably she cried out, but the adrenaline still surged through her veins making it impossible to feel the full brunt of the wound. Angrily, she whirled around and slashed down at him with her much more deadly weapon and hacked away the entire arm. The thing fell to the floor and lay there still oddly clutching the knife. The man screamed and fell to his knees, nearly unconsciousness. She glared with fury at him.

"I told you to 'back off'." She repeated calmly. He looked up at her with fear before crumpling to the floor, passing out. She turned then toward the door.

"Make a path!" she ordered. No sooner than this was out of her mouth, it was done. Along with the alien at her back, she cautiously backed out of the bar, gathering her backpack from her booth as she went. Then with one final dash, they both sprinted out the door into the night. The angry patrons followed them surely, but when they got outside, they were met with only night air and the occasional eddy of sand in the streets.

They hunched in a side alley protected by the shadows and watched the mob shuffle back into the bar. Both of them exhaled deeply a sigh of relief.

"Alright, kid. They're gone." She said, as she began to walk down the street toward the docking bay.

"Wait…where are you going?" the boy said, following her.

"I'm going back to my ship. What does it look like?" she replied without turning around. Her shoulder was beginning to ache and she rubbed it tenderly.

"What…what about me?" the waiter asked.

"What about you?" she asked, turning back to him, holding her shoulder.

"You're a Jedi, right? You just gonna leave me here?" he asked.

"Why not? You're a Vong, right?" she asked.

"I think you mean Yuuzhan Vong." He said, sounding slightly offended.

"No, I meant Vong. A disgraced one...an exiled one. There has to be some reason you were waiting tables in a low-life cantina on Tatooine." She said. The alien sighed and looked at his feet. She was right about him. He was no longer a Yuuzhan Vong, but rather just Vong. A shamed being. For his shame, he couldn't speak for a moment. She only stared.

"You're hurt." He said, finally, seeming eager to change the subject.

"I'm fine." She replied, knowing full well she could do with some medical help.

"No, you're not. Let me patch you up at least." He offered. She sighed. She didn't want to accept charity from this kid. She didn't want to know him. All she wanted to do was get on her ship and get back to Dantooine. However, as the pain in her shoulder became worse and the blood wetted the back of her shirt, she knew that this was in her best interest. Still, her pride kept her from saying the words though. She only nodded.

"Come. I'll show you to my home." Said the Vong. He showed her to what could not even be called a house. In reality it was little more than a hold in the wall of some abandoned building. However, he had made it homey enough and showed her over to where he had lit a fire in a modest fireplace. She sat as he hustled off to find some medical supplies.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Nik Ren Dib. You can call me Nik." He said, preparing a sterilizing agent.

"Okay, Nik. Thanks for fixing me up." She said, clutching the wound tighter as it continued to hurt worse and worse by the second.

"Thank you for helping me out in the bar. You'd be surprised how some of these people get when they've had a few too many." He said, walking back over to her.

"Not sure how surprising I'd find it. The drink can do crazy things to people." She said.

"I know that for a fact. Do something with your shirt. I need to be able to see the wound." He said. She took her outer robe and tunic off and pulled the inner tunic up and over her shoulder, giving him a clear view.

"What does it look like?" she asked.

"Ugly. What did you expect? This is gonna sting a lot." He warned. Mady prepared herself.

"Okay." She replied, trying to sound as brave as she could.

"Alright, on three. One—" he began, but without continuing to three, he rammed the wet cloth to the wound, scrubbing it back and forth quickly a few times as he did. She didn't fight him, knowing that this surprise had been for the best. A low groan escaped her and her eyes became moist. She closed them tight before enough moisture had been gathered to make tears.

"Sorry about that, but you'll thank me later. That's an anesthetic as well as an antiseptic. It'll help you do better with the stitches. So will this." He said, handing her a bottle. Upon smelling it, she recognized it to be Spice Liquor, known for triggering two possible reactions in its consumer. Numbness, hallucinations or both. Considering the Vong behind her was about ready to sew her up like a pants hem, she was more than willing to take a few deep slugs of the stuff. She took a breath then another few swigs. It didn't take long for the stuff to kick in and her brain slowed.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Yeah." She said. Unfortunately, she wasn't as ready as she thought. She felt the needle dig into her flesh and felt the thread slide slowly through. It didn't hurt exactly, but it was weird enough to make her take another drink.

They sat in silence for a while as he continued to stitch the long would together. He was doing a good job with them and had done a good job preparing her for them. This surprised her given humans history with the Yuuzhan Vong. She turned back to him.

"I thought all you YVs were supposed to be ruthless killers." She said.

"Well…looks like you got the oddball." He said, continuing his intricate work. Her eyes shifted back to the fire. With that last statement, she had felt her connection with this boy. He was an exile, just like she was. He was compassionate like she was. He was also helping her…just as she had him. They were the same, whether they looked it or not.

"And just because I'm a Yuuzhan Vong doesn't mean I can't help people." He said, making a point as he tied the end of her stitches off and delicately cut off the excess thread. Mady stood and began to put her clothes back on.

"Well, just because I'm a Jedi doesn't mean I owe you anything. The way I see it, this makes up even." She said.

"Maybe. But being you being a Jedi makes me want to go with you. Maybe I can do something with my life if you take me. You've surely felt that I'm not like other Vong." He said. It was true. She had felt something as different about him. Normally, Yuuzhan Vong could not feel the Force at all. Being around them was like being around a black hole. Their presence sapped the very Force out of a being and they themselves were void of it completely. This one was different. He was not a void, but she also felt something more from him…something special.

Her choice seemed simple…yet it was one of the more difficult she had made in years.

So there it is FicFreaks! What should she do? Should she take this alien with her or leave him on Tatooine to rot? If she takes him where should she go? Back to Dantooine right away or somewhere else? Let me know you guys! Don't screw it up!