Satele woke in the morning, the breaks of the dawn brought rays of light through the cracks in the rocks and parts of the cave. They shined into her eyes enough to make her squint, with the cave and being in the darkness of the jungles, she wasn't used to the light. The memories of the day had started to come back more, the night before, Marr, and them running from an enemy she couldn't remember still. Where was Marr now? Had he not come back since last night? She wouldn't put it past the Sith to just abandon her but she also felt that he wouldn't have saved her if he had an intention to just leave her to fend for herself.

The gravel and rocks below her crumbled a bit as she curled her legs and sat up slowly, pushing her body to her knees. Her wounds had mostly healed from the fall and it was Marr's doing, he had saved her and helped heal her.

"Darth Marr" she called slowly putting her hands onto the cold, wet ground and pushing herself up to her feet slowly. There was no answer and only the drips of the water and the sounds of the wind whistling through the cave echoed back to her. Satele made her way out of the cave the way she remembered him leading her, but everything in the day looked different and it was hard to find her way around. Before she realized it, she wasn't outside yet and she was heading deeper into the cave. Parts of it had started to become unfamiliar now. A small drop ahead of her warned her that this was going down, into wherever this cave led. "Marr!" she called again but no answer came still. She tried to keep herself calm but something drew her further into the cave and against her better judgement she listened, and followed. I should turn around. Satele thought knowing that heading through the passages, she might not be able to find her way back but she couldn't resist it, a call of the force had pushed her, and she followed, it was what she was always used to doing listening and following what the force led her to.

As she turned another corner, what felt like a boulder hit her chest and caused her to take in a breath, leaning down and gripping at her chest. Then it was gone and she regained her breath, but her strength had waned a good bit. It was harder to walk now but she pushed herself to stand against what her body told her and kept moving forward. As she moved further through, the leaves and random vegetation of the cave had vanished and instead now it was all rocks, dry rocks and the small bit of wind just stirred up dust that had been gathering for seemingly hundreds of years. It made the air thicker and less and less safe to breathe, Satele knew this. Just as she turned to head down another rocky corridor of the seemingly endless darkness, a hand grabbed roughly at her arm. Her body responded making her jump and turn reaching for her hilt but she came face to face with Marr's mask and his familiar armor.

"We need to get out of here, do not keep following the voices" he warned. His voice was deep, demanding, and at the moment exactly what she wanted to hear.

"Right" she nodded looking around. "What are you doing here Marr?"

He sighed, almost a reluctant sigh of admittance, "There was a disturbance in the force, and I followed it. I came here to find nothing except an endless loop of cave networks"
The same thing had happened to her, they had both been led there together for some reason.

"Then we were both tricked into coming here" she started looking around. "I wonder by who"
"Perhaps our pursuers" Marr responded moving to the cave wall and igniting his lightsaber to let him see a bit better. Why hadn't she thought of that?

"Who" she asked. Satele still didn't remember much about who they were running from or how they ended up there other than her falling.

"You really do not remember do you?" he asked letting out a heavy, metallic sigh. "When we arrived at the camp we went to check out a disturbance we both felt only to be nearly killed by unseen enemies, spirits that turned the forest against us. After we were surrounded we had to run…" Marr stopped his words, Satele started nodding and he figured she was finally starting to remember.
"I believe they followed us here, we just have to resist them long enough to get back to the camp and to our forces. Without us, I fear they will not hesitate to destroy each other left too long" he spoke starting to lead her through another hallway. Satele kept quiet, he felt her uncertainty and her conflict, and she didn't want to believe him but knew it was true, the alliance only stayed together because he and Satele held them together.

"The dark side is strong here" she finally said. "I feel it getting harder to focus, I-I can't keep a clear head" she mumbled shutting her eyes.

Marr turned to her and stopped. The dark side influence didn't bother him as much, being a Master of the dark side, but to the Jedi he figured it to be much different.

"We will stop if we need to so you can recover, I need you to be on your best so we can face this together if we need to" Marr stated. "Satele?" he paused. She was staring off into the darkness like she was looking at something directly but there was nothing there in that direction, in fact there was nothing there at all.

Satele heard Marr's voice but it was metallic and echoing in the background, like he was trying to talk to her through a fading holo. In front of her was a figure, it looked like Theron, but he sat against the wall battered and bruised and barely alive. After leaving him with her former Master and returning to the Jedi to avoid any attachments she didn't have much of a connection with her son but seeing him like this seemed to break down the barrier she set as a Jedi.

"Theron" she slowly called moving forward. Just as she moved forward more, Theron's body turned and opened his eyes looking up seemingly in fear of something but the something only appeared for a second, in time to stab him through the chest with some sort of blade. He let out a painful moan before shutting his eyes and collapsing back to the rocky cave floors.

"No!" she screamed out taking a few steps to rush forward but Marr's strong grip on her bicep held her back, it was keeping her from her dying son.

"Satele! Satele! Snap out of it!" Marr barked causing her to finally stop struggling. "It's not real! It's not real!" he repeated pulling her to him and wrapping his arms around her chest to keep her still and to keep her from fighting him. Satele finally blinked a bit seeing nothing but darkness, the bloody, dead body of her son was gone. When she calmed, Marr released her and stepped back.

"Wha…" she panted, a few beads of sweat running down the sides of her face but she wiped them off quickly, her braid falling from behind her ear and tickling gently across the sides of her face. Everything felt real again, like she had just woken from a dream.

"It was a vision, the ghosts are playing tricks on us…do not give in to them Satele…"

"I know" she started finally calming her breath. "We need to turn back"
Marr simply nodded as they turned and started heading back. They hadn't made it far before what was seemingly not a long drop now looked like it was at least 80 feet up into darkness. She had used the force to jump pretty high before but this seemed a little tougher and neither of them remembered that being the way back.

"This isn't the way we came" Marr finally spoke.

"It is, I'm sure of it" Satele said feeling along the solid wall but there was no budging, no moving, nothing. It looked like it had stood there for hundreds of years.

"We should find another way" he said after a minute of watching her feel along the wall like she was trying to inspect the handiwork of an artist. Satele ignored him and kept following the long cliff face before stopping to turn and look at him. The vision, the focus required to keep away the voices and the dark side exhausted her slowly and she slumped down to the cave wall.

"We can rest for now" Marr said. He was exhausted as well, he had started following the voices much sooner then she had and the visions had come to him too except they didn't seem as violent as they had with Satele. He knew about the SIS Agent being her son, but he didn't know much more than that. The Satele he had seen that held her composure really well, the emotionless, cold face of the Grandmaster that he was used to seemed to be ripping down and it wasn't as pleasant to watch as he had expected. It made him feel somewhat bad for her.

"I'm sure your son is fine" he said. Satele shot him a glare so quickly, if she had put any kind of force power behind it he was sure it would have shot him through the cave wall and out the other side.

"That is who you saw…Theron Shan, your son"

She said nothing for a minute and continued her glare, he had no right to prod her about it, the situation was sensitive, and personal.

"Is there a point to this" she snapped back rather harshly making Marr chuckle.

"It was just a question, Grandmaster, do not get so upset" he smirked under the mask, the situation amused him just slightly, and he suddenly found her glares and sarcastic remarks more interesting.

"The visions here are not real nor are they representations of the past or future, they are just that, tricks" he said. "Do not let them get to you"

"How would you know" she almost snapped back pulling her legs to her chest and crossing her arms around them.

"Because I felt them as well, they are situations that are posed here to get us to give in, to get us to lose our minds, and unless we get out of here they will succeed" he snarled. Marr stopped and watched her, she had adjusted from sitting down to kneeling and meditating, trying to calm herself and refocus her mind. It was amusing to him how hard she tried, how her calm demeanor seemed to dissipate more and more over time.

"Do what you feel you need to, but it will not help, the dark side here is much stronger than you would like to believe…" he said but she still didn't move. Her eyes were closed but her head faced down and the soft glow on her face from the trickles of light through the cracks made her cheeks light up. The force gave Satele extra years of youth just as it had done for most force users but seeing her like this she seemed calm, relaxed, and a certain light radiated off of her. The power he felt from her was something he hadn't felt in a while and it drew him to her.

He shifted slowly and moved to her, laying a hand gently on her arm. Satele seemed to instantly break from her focus and looked up at him, but her eyes were curious not upset or annoyed as he expected. He felt her warmth from just being close to her. Without moving much she raised her hands and moved to his mask, Marr flinched. He hadn't taken it off to show anyone his face in as long as he could remember, now the Jedi Grandmaster reached for it to pull it off and he didn't stop her, he had no intention to. Instead he closed his eyes before finally feeling the cool air or the cave brush his cheeks and eyes. The smell of the rocks and the dirt, an almost stale stench filled his nostrils before he let out a breath to adjust a bit.

Satele tossed the mask down next to him and moved her fingers to his cheeks. They were curled as the backs of her knuckles traced his face before uncurling slowly landing her fingertips on his eyelids. Another warm breath escaped his lips, what was she doing to him? The hand that rested on her arm still wore the gloves but he quickly moved and tugged them off, frantically, he wanted to feel her skin. There seemed to be fantasies almost dancing in his mind about what it would feel like so when he rested his fingers on her arm again, it surprised him. Her skin was soft, gentle, but it was cold.

"You're cold…." He whispered to her starting to slide his fingertips up her bicep and to the rim of her tunic. The fabric was rougher then he expected it to be but right now, it didn't matter for a second. She still hadn't said anything and left her hand sitting on his cheek, only her thumb tracing cross his cheek, down his lips and across his jawline. He tugged on her tunic but realized it wasn't going to come off just like that, the heat in his chest wasn't patient enough to figure out how to take it off properly, instead he gripped it roughly and pulled it down just barely hearing the fabric ripping. A voice seemed to finally break through.

"Marr"

It was Satele's voice.

"Marr"

It said again, he moved to look at her lips but they weren't moving.

"Darth Marr" when he blinked again, he was sitting in the same position and Satele sat a few feet from him, her eyes watching his except there was no cold air on his face or on his stench in his nose.