Note: Ok, short chapter. This episode was meant to be short, sweet, to the point, and create a valid transition between one episode and the next. YES, getting a Sith into your head warrants a lot of episode, but at the same time YES, they have an idea how to deal with it. As with most problems, they can be cut off quickly if dealt with soon enough.

The Sith mind hasn't had time to completely take over Varus. Enough to confuse him, enough to keep him unconscious and be at war with himself, but the war with himself isn't lost yet.

I spent most of this episode in the first part. I made problem, I had them talk it out to death and give report, now they deal with problem. Simple. Possibly could have made the "talking it out and finding conclusion" to second part and made conclusion to episode third.

But I wanted it to be short. This was just to be PROBLEM-DEAL WITH IT! BOOM. Done.

Now Varus has a Sith in his head. Yippee. It will make a big difference in the long run, a VERY big difference in a VERY long run. It won't be so immediate and huge in a single chapter. That would just be disappointing and no fleshing out.

The idea of Suppressing isn't really even much a solution frankly, its temporary at best. But since they already stuck their fingers in his head and ripped it out, they don't want to screw around too much more.

They still think he has his uses. Especially now that he has the knowledge of a Sith in his head.

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Episode 4 - Images part 2/2

Anakin entered his Padawan's room to find Nine Jedi Knights and a Padawan around Varus. Hospital rooms are not meant for so many people, that's for sure.

"Snips." He greeted.

"Master." Ahsoka bowed.

The ninth Knight was sitting next to Varus with his hands outstretched over the former-Sith's head. Anakin sat down by her. "Is he hurt?"

The woman shook her head. "No. He should be waking up soon. Then we can see how he fares."

"What happened?" Ahsoka asked. "Why are there so many guards and why is she messing with his head?"

"Long story short young lady: He grabbed a Sith Holocron."

The Padawan gasped silently. Anakin assured her, "It's ok, Snips. He is in good hands."

"Shall I wake him up then?"

"You can do that?" Anakin asked.

"It won't be any different than an alarm clock going off."

"Alright."

Gah… I feel sick.

Why is my head in a toilet?

"I wasn't expecting that." Someone said behind me.

I lift my head up and suddenly realize why I jumped out of bed and threw myself into the fresher. The world is spinning, my head hurts, and the cold toilet seat feels good on my forehead. I realize this is the one place on Coruscant not designed for my face, but right now it feels like Mr. Toilet Bowl is my best friend.

"Mr. Wynn?" A woman asks.

Wynn… Wait, that's me. No one has called me by my last name yet. Why not just call me Varus like everyone else? I'm not gonna bite her head off for it. I groan and bark. "What!?" Ok, with the way I feel right now, I just might.

"Are you well?"

Is this woman stupid? I had thrown her aside to get in here, thrown up, and now I couldn't lift myself more than an inch off without getting dizzy, and she asks if I'm ok? "Do I look O.K.!?" I yell back.

"Yeah, he's good."

"Go to Hell, Tree-Hugger."

"Tree-Hugger?" Someone asks. I don't recognize the voice but the room behind me sounds like there are a lot of people in there.

"Don't. Just don't." Tree-Hugger tells him.

With some help from girly and Tree-Hugger I raise myself up off the ground onto my bed. The room isn't spinning as wildly as it was, but I can feel my eyes rolling around in my bed. I vaguely notice the others left.

The images. The voices.

The people in the room.

The triangle thing.

"Gah…" I cover my eyes against the light. "wha' happened? What was that thing I grabbed?"

"That, my Padawan, was a Sith Holocron."

I don't know what a Holocron is, but anything with the phrase 'Sith' attached to it probably isn't made of flowers and rainbows. Sith, from my reading, and what I saw from that Sector place, tend to be associated with a lot of dead people and pain.

Which would explain my head. It's almost ironic. I probably have a hangover and I haven't had a thing to drink.

"What's a Holocron?" I groan.

Tree-Hugger pauses so long I wonder if he is even there, but he eventually explains. "Long ago, there was an Empire called the Infinite Empire. We are Jedi, we are living. The Force enters us naturally, but the peak of their technology allowed them to fuse the Force into non-living matter. The height of their achievement was the Holocron."

"A Holocron… in simple terms… is a kind of storage. It uses the Force itself as a power source, so it can last forever. A force user stores things into it directly from their essence. Sometimes it is individual lessons they have learned, but in more extreme cases it is their entire life. A very rare case is where the force user puts their own life energy into it, allowing them to live on into… a new host."

A boulder of ice sits in my stomach. I hear girly fidget on a chair by me and the clock ticks.

"And Holocrons interact directly with other force users. From a distance, they may feel drawn. From nearby they can hear the Holocron speaking to them. But if they touch it…"

He fell dreadfully silent.

"So I have a Sith in my head?" I say flatly.

There really was no good way of saying this… I have a Sith in my head. In my empty head.

No, actually, never mind. You know what? It's funny. First I come here, get knocked out, get amnesia, try to start having a life, and then what? My first mission has a Sith popping in my head. First I lose my mind, then I get one that isn't mine to begin with. I have so many memories going around, so many images, and I can tell they aren't mine.

It's so incredible and pathetic and ironic! I can't help the fact I'm laughing. It's also so sad I'm crying. I didn't know it was possible to cry and laugh at the same time. I can't decide if it's something that is just stupid and funny, or threatening and horrifying and sad. It's just… both!

"Varus, it's not funny!" Ahsoka tells me. She sound scared of something.

"Yes, it is!" I laugh and cry.

The tears go down my face hard enough that I can't see straight, everything is a blur. At the same time I can barely breathe from how hard I'm laughing.

Ok, really, I can't breathe. I hit myself in the chest to try to stop, but I just cant. I fall over and thrash around trying to catch my breath, but I can't when I am laughing hysterically and sobbing.

And they're looking at me like I lost my mind.

Funny thing about that. I have!

"Are you doing better, Varus?" Tree-Hugger passes me some water and I sip the refreshing goodness.

"hm…" I respond. I do feel better after my nap. My headache is mostly gone and I'm not throwing up anymore. I passed out at some point amidst my laughing fit.

I get the sense I should be in shell-shock, a daze, or even cursing reality over what happened to me. But having someone else's memory in your head after losing your own… It just isn't that big a leap for me. Do I really care? Not really.

Next up, I bet I become a parasite and see the world from girly's eyes. No wait, Tree-Huggers. Girly would kill me the moment she gets into the shower. Although I'm not as fond of seeing him in the shower through his own eyes either… Ok never mind, bad idea.

Wandering minds are a scary thing.

Great, now I'm seeing the Bastilla woman in the shower… with me!

I'm going to kill that Sith!

Seeing that I am not up to making conversation, Tree-Hugger situates himself next to me. He looks like he has been sitting there for days. Ten thousand points.

"The results should be in today." He says.

"On?" I turn to the next item on the menu. The mashy white stuff. He calls it 'potatoes'. It takes a little getting used to, but it isn't half bad.

"A lot of what was in the facility was later salvaged. The ballers, rods, bones and skulls from the room we were in," Oh yes… those things. "The snake droid, and the Holocron. Also samples from the walls, and specifically the room Kota found where he thinks the droids were being replicated."

"uh-huh." I continue eating.

"Quite a bit to look at, but the initial testing phase should be over. It should hopefully shed a light on what Sith you have locked up in that thick skull of yours."

I stop eating and look at him.

Interesting idea… Seeing what Sith is in my head through what this Sith built. But, wait, here's an idea? Why didn't they just ask me!?

"Why didn't you ask me?" I ask and return to eating.

"This is the first moment you have been lucid."

Ah, right. Good point.

"If you wish to tell us of anything you remember, that would help, but in order to keep the Holocron from hurting, or even killing you," yikes! " the woman from before had to suppress the memories." Suppress. Not remove. Meaning I still have the memories, they just aren't overwhelming me. Not sure if I prefer that. "and to be on the safe side…" He shifts in his seat. "You are going to be examined weekly by a psychologist I tru-"

"Bullshit. I already had a club TO the head, a Holocron and Sith IN my head, a suppresser lady sticking her icky fingers THROUGH my head, and now you want me to GIVE my head on a silver platter to some psycho? Why don't we all just cut my head off and toss it off the side of the building for everyone to play with? The rest of me doesn't seem to matter. I can probably live without it at this point!" I finish ranting.

"You're exaggerating."

"WHERE AM I EXAGGERATING!?" Seriously, I'm pretty sure I did nothing but state facts. Except perhaps the idea of me living without my head.

Tree-Hugger stares at me and for a moment it becomes a duel of wills. I know I'm right. To hell with Jedi holier-than-thou bullshit. Even if I am a semi-Jedi myself.

Tree-Hugger is the first to look away. "Ok, so maybe you have had enough things going on with your mind."

"Thank you!" I cheer and toss aside the empty potato mash container. It lands unceremoniously on the floor. Tree-Hugger watches it and shakes his head shamefully.

"You're still going to be seeing the psychologist. AND before you throw a fit, it will be someone I trust, someone of my choice."

I study him and note how serious he is. This isn't a battle of wills, this is him putting his foot down. Yet he also is not letting it be up to some government structure to choose my doctor. He is going to see to it personally.

He isn't picking an interrogator to stick a fork in my brains and dig around. He isn't whipping me or draining my soul with his icy breathe. He is finding someone who should be helpful. Not sure how helpful a psychologist is, but… whatever…

If I get one that says "How do you feel about that?" I am going to make stuff up off the top of my head just to mess with them. How do I feel about spoons? Horny. How do I feel about socks? Hungry. How do I feel about your rambling about nothing? I feel like I'm about to burst with joyous melody and hug a tree!

Tree-Hugger takes me silence as the acceptance it is and drops it. "Do you feel like you can stand?"

"Not yet. Let me eat and get another nap. Then maybe." I continue munching grouchily.

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