A/N: Okay, I've been giving out a bit on my new fic here. Thing is, my dog Maggie just got very sick and I've been pretty focused on her, trying to help her and when it's her time, spend as much time with her as possible. She's been improving recently and we're hoping she'll recover, but the bottom line is she's fourteen and riddled with health issues, so she doesn't have very long. So if I suddenly drop off the map, that's why. I'll keep trying, though! ~Evera Yuuki

Post-Chapter edit: She did indeed have to be put to sleep, so I spent her last week focused entirely on her. It's been a bit since then, she's been buried and a pair of Bleeding Heart bushes put next to her. It'll take me a bit to get back on track, since she was part of my family since as long as I remember and we're all a bit thrown off base. Sometimes my dad'll ask if I left her outside (because she always greeted you at the door) and then remember that she won't be there to say hello every day, and he spends the rest of the day depressed. I, myself used to sit out in the living room and pet her when I was having writer's block, and after a few minutes I'd think something up.

She hadn't realized it when she fell back asleep, but the next thing she remembered was Carth gently shaking her awake with lunch. It'd been morning when she first awoke. Had it really been that long?

"Figured you'd be hungry, you haven't gotten a chance to eat yet." He was right; she was absolutely starving. He'd made some sort of stew, plenty to eat today and tomorrow. She'd downed her first bowl in a minute and waited expectantly for more, but Carth wouldn't give her more until her stomach had settled to avoid any unwanted returns. She'd spent the early afternoon resting, as she'd been unable to stand up without falling over. Carth passed this time asking questions about her and how much she could remember.

"I looked into your file when you first joined the Endar Spire. Your service records are flawless and you speak more languages than I've even heard of. But it seems like you haven't existed as long as your birthdate says. No certificate of birth or medical records before age 5. That's very odd." He was giving off this paranoid vibe that made Dela frown.

"My formative years are of no concern to you." He hadn't read the report, then. That was good. The last thing she needed was pity, especially from her only ally on this backwater planet.

"I just thought it was odd, was all. So what do you normally do?"

"Train kids how to not die, in essence. Hand to hand, melee, blasters, explosives, the works. Also an occasional talk over torture methods in the case that they're captured and interrogated."

"I thought you'd be on the front lines as a one-man army," he chuckled, "You sure as hell sounds like you are." She shook her head.

"I haven't been on the battlefield in a year and three months. My unit got caught in an ambush. Half of them were dead in seconds. The handful of us who made it were dragged to their outpost with bags over our heads and locked up. They tortured us for two weeks before some platoon of soldiers came in to tear the place apart. No one even knew we were missing. Finding us was merely a happy coincidence." She frowned at the thought. When she'd sworn allegiance to the Republic as a soldier, she believed wholeheartedly that it was a pure and just government. After that incident, however, she just couldn't carry out orders with the same fervor and had even once considered switching sides, but it was even worse with the Sith, and an oath was an oath, after all, and she never went back on her word.

"In any case, the survivors were all marked as cases of PTSD and either medically discharged or downgraded to a desk job. I had to pull strings to even get to the shitty job I got. But hey, if my shitty job means one less unit of privates dead, I'll take it over paper pushing any day."

"You certainly enjoy combat, don't you? Most people deploy once and never wanna head out again, but you actually want to be on the front lines. A bit strange, if you ask me." Carth added and frowned. Dela was getting the impression that he didn't have any love for adrenaline rushes. That was too bad, considering she practically hunted for them.

"Another thing I found odd, too...the battle on the Endar Spire." She already knew she wouldn't like where this would head, but she chose to listen to him on the off chance that he wasn't as paranoid as he seemed. "I spent these few days going over it, but quite a few things just don't add up. Perhaps you could tell me what happened through your perspective?"

"Well, I woke up to the ship being attacked. My medication worked as a drug-induced sleep, so had my bunkmate, Trask, not come back for me, I probably wouldn't have realized what was going on soon enough. I left with him.

"After some time, I had lost so much blood it was getting hard to stand, so once we'd reached the bridge, he went about looting Sith while I wrapped up some of the worst wounds and did a shot of kelto. Next thing I know, there's a Dark Jedi on the other side of a doorway and Trask is yelling at me to run, all the while throwing his bag at me and slamming the door shut. A few seconds later, you came on and I was in contact with you the rest of the time." He hummed to himself, as if mulling over her rendition. She hadn't had much to give him, so she decided while he processed that, she'd look for her medication. She'd open her bag and make sure she had enough, or at least find the label for a refill. There was medpacks, stims, a few hundred credits, a couple blasters-

"Carth, what'd you do with my meds?" He shot her a confused look. "My meds, Carth, the pills in the orange bottle."

"I didn't see any pills with you. Are you sure you grabbed them?" She frowned and thought for a second. She could've sworn they were in her bag...

"Why do even need them? You look healthy to me."

She took a deep breath to steel herself. She hated talking about her own weaknesses. "I have some pretty bad memories of my mother that come up sometimes. Seeing soldiers blown up from the inside and such doesn't help the images much. I'm supposed to take them every meal and before I go to sleep. Otherwise I'll get various flashbacks and occasionally I'd start vomiting for no reason. It's not a very pleasant sight, so I prefer to keep on it consistently." She could see Carth cringe at the unpleasant images her description had undoubtedly conjured up. "Sometimes I have really strange dreams as well. Me talking to Jedi, when I've actually never spoken to a Jedi in my life. They always call me Venyrah, too, but that's not my name, nor is it anybody I know. It's disturbing." He blinked.

"That's really strange..." He sat there in thought for a moment. Then, "You should get some more rest, then. You'll have to be at your best; the place is crawling with Sith." She nodded. Hopefully she could actually get rest tonight.

A/N: Well. That was massively long. Anyways, hope you enjoyed this chapter, it's larger than the others, although it's all shitty filler background story. ~Evera Yuuki