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Leia Organa watched as the planet of Ahch-To came into view. From afar it looked like nothing but an endless ocean but the closer they got, the easier it became to pick out a tiny speck of black in the middle of the rippling blue.

Chewie roared from the pilot's seat and Leia turned around, half expecting to see Han next to him. But of course, it was only Chewie, and now she was ignoring the question he had just asked her.

"Yes I do believe we have enough fuel for the return trip but if we do have to stop, we can stop on Jakku." Leia said, privately hoping it would not come to this. After the evacuation of the base on D'Qar, the Resistance had been forced to split up into small groups scattered across the galaxy in order to lay low until a new base could be established. Leia looked back out the window at the small island that was now clearly in view. It would do perfectly.

Leia pulled out her holographic device and held it up in front of her, a translucent image of Jedi Knight Varra Kirtan appearing before her.

"We're going to land on Ahch-To in a few minutes. How is everything going on Takodana?" Leia asked. A small group of Resistance fighters had taken up hiding on Takodana, one of the many planets on which portions of the Resistance now hid.

"Rations are running low but spirits are high." Varra replied. "Have you been in contact with my niece?"

Leia nodded. "Dalia has informed me that Kylo Ren has arrived on Atoa. He's decided only to use Darksiders in his army but aside from that, no real steps have been taken yet."

"The Atoan Liberation Front will make itself known in the next couple of days." Varra said, nodding. "We are running out of time."

"I'll keep you updated should anything change. May the Force be with you." Leia said, nodding.

"And with you." Varra said, her holographic image shuddering and then disappearing.

Leia returned her attention to the world outside the ship and inhaled sharply as she felt it - that feeling so familiar it may as well be a part of her. Luke. He really was here. Leia closed her eyes, a wave of sadness washing over her. He didn't know about Han. She would have to be the one to tell him and she didn't know if she had the strength to do it.

Chewie set the ship down next to the old Jedi temple and for a moment, neither of them moved. Chewie roared, and Leia sighed.

"Yes, I'm fine." She said, turning to leave the ship. There was no point delaying the inevitable and Leia had never been one to run from what needed to be done.

She descended the ramp of the ship, her senses immediately assaulted by the smell of fresh ocean air. She could sense her brother not far off, just up over the hill, and so she began climbing, only stopping when an old man came into view, his blonde hair greying and his beard longer than she had ever seen it. Were they really that old? Yes, Leia supposed they were. So many years had gone by...

Luke looked up, his blue eyes seeming to glisten in the sunlight as he looked at her, and Leia broke. She walked towards him, wrapping her arms around him as he embraced her back. They stood there in silence for a precious moment and Leia felt like a part of her that had been missing had finally been returned. She was missing so many parts these days, but she'd found Luke at last...and that was something.

At last, Leia pulled back, gripping Luke's arms.

"Leia, I-" Luke began but Leia shook her head.

"Don't." She said firmly. "I know what you're going to say and it wasn't your fault. I need you back, Luke. The Resistance needs you."

To Leia's dismay, Luke began to pull away, his eyes clouding over. "You don't know the whole story." He began, "There's something I never told you. Something I did, that I-"

Luke trailed off, his eyes falling on something behind Leia. Leia turned to see that Chewie had left the ship and was coming up the hill towards them. Luke's eyes widened almost imperceptibly but Leia could feel the fear that crept into his bones.

"Where- where's Han?" He asked, and Leia could sense that he already knew.

Leia stiffened and she swallowed thickly, willing herself not to break down. It was so easy to feel vulnerable around Luke but she needed to be strong. For him.

"He's gone, Luke." Leia managed to get out.

Luke let go of her, his eyes glazing over in shock and Leia crossed her arms over her chest, as if that would keep herself together. The unspoken question of how Han had died hung between them, and Leia knew that Luke already knew the answer.

"I held out hope for so long." Leia managed at last. "But I know my son is gone. And now Han is gone too. I need you back, Luke."

Luke looked at his sister, his eyes far too bright. Leia could feel the regret and guilt eating him up inside and she wished she could take it all away. None of them were innocent. They had all made mistakes when it came to Ben but none of them were entirely responsible either.

Chewie roared softly as he approached, and the sound broke Leia's heart. Chewie had given his life to Han, he'd been his best friend and loyal first mate for decades. Now, Chewie seemed to be lost. Like he didn't quite know what to do with himself.

"There's something I need to tell you. Both of you." Luke said. "Something I should have told you a long time ago."

Dalia sat next to Kylo Ren in the shuttle as they headed to the padawan training temple. After having decided that the army would be composed solely of those on the Dark Side of the Force, the High Council had agreed that Kylo Ren should go visit the Dark Side padawans to see whether any of them could join the army. Dalia looked out the window, trying not to think about the masses of people who would soon be forced into a lifetime of servitude to the First Order. People who had never held a Lightsaber in their life would be taught the ways of the Dark Side and then shipped off to battle like cattle ready for slaughter. It made her blood boil.

Dalia glanced over at Kylo Ren only to find he was staring at her. Again. Why was he watching her? Hadn't she proven she was trustworthy yet? How much more sitting still and nodding and pretending to smile did she have to do before he trusted her?

"What?" Dalia asked at last, just a tad too sharply.

"I was wrong about you." Kylo Ren said and Dalia frowned, confused by this comment.

"What are you talking about?" She asked, suspiciously.

"The Light doesn't come easily to you. You have to work at it." He said and Dalia's breathing hitched. He barely knew her, how...

"What did my mother say to you yesterday?" Dalia asked sharply, the realization hitting her all at once. Everything made sense now. His silence at dinner last night. His newfound habit of staring at her when he thought she wasn't looking.

"I think you already know." Kylo Ren said and Dalia felt her whole body tense.

"It was beyond my control." Dalia said, meeting his eyes defiantly. "I was born into it. I made a choice - a choice to be better - as soon as I was old enough to understand what was going on."

"The Light has made you weak." Kylo Ren said. "The Force is strong in you. I can feel it. If you returned to the Dark, you would be a valuable asset to-"

"I will never return to the Dark." Dalia snapped, a little too forcefully. What was it about him that made her so angry? Was it the cloud of Darkness that followed him around wherever he went?

"Why?" Kylo Ren asked. "Why resist it when it calls to you?"

Dalia inhaled slowly, praying to Bogan for the willpower to make it through this conversation. "The calls of the Dark Side are false promises." Dalia said. "The Dark will whisper in your ear and promise you the thing you want most. Out of desperation, you'll do what it tells you to and then when you've destroyed everything else trying to get that one thing, you'll realize the Dark Side has been lying to you all along and you will never have that thing you wanted. The Light never lies. Sometimes the truth is ugly but I'd rather face the harshness of reality than live a lie."

Dalia shut her mouth, wishing she hadn't said all that. There was something about him that just made it so hard to control herself.

Kylo Ren made no reply and Dalia sat back in her seat, staring blankly at the driver's cabin ahead of them. She tried to calm herself but it was so hard when he was next to her. Dalia started to grind her teeth when for the first time, she felt it. It was so powerful, Dalia couldn't believe she hadn't felt it before. He was conflicted. Deeply, painfully, horrible conflicted. It was tearing him apart inside and for the first time since they'd met, Dalia felt a flicker of pity for him. She knew how it felt to be conflicted. She'd gone through it herself. The transition from Dark to Light or from Light to Dark was painful. It was life-altering and terrifying.

Dalia turned her head slowly, suddenly feeling as if she was seeing him for the first time. This father-killing, Jedi-murdering, war criminal was perhaps not quite as certain of his path as she had assumed. The things he'd done, they horrified her. They were crimes beyond anything her mother had ever committed and that was saying something. But in the shuttle, up close, he didn't look like a murderer. His eyes were tinged with red with dark bags underneath, presumably from lack of sleep, and his expression was...haunted. There was no other way to describe it.

Feeling her gaze, Kylo Ren turned to meet her eyes. They stared at each other for a moment and then the shuttle stopped and Dalia looked away. They exited the shuttle in silence and Dalia swallowed the question she had been going to ask him. It didn't matter, anyway. Not really.

The Dark Side padawans stood in a row against the back wall, their eyes following Kylo Ren as he walked to the center of the room. He heard Dalia take a seat behind him, her Light almost entirely eclipsed in the overwhelming Darkness of the room.

"This is an assessment of your abilities." Kylo Ren said, addressing the padawans. "You will face each other in pairs. Break off into groups of two now."

The padawans did as he instructed, all breaking off into groups of two, leaving one student, a young boy, all alone. He didn't look older than twelve, small and skinny. Bruises and cuts filled his face; most likely inflicted upon him by one of his Masters.

"I'll go with him." Dalia said, coming up behind him quietly.

Kylo Ren nodded and she walked over to the boy, speaking quietly to him in Atoan. Kylo Ren wrenched his eyes away from them, looking around at the group as a whole. "Begin." He said, simply.

In a matter of seconds, the room was ablaze with two dozen red blades of light. Kylo Ren walked between the pairs, examining each student in turn. Some were exceptional; others were terrible. Still others were somewhere in between. There were children among the group, some too young to be sent to war. Snoke would permit it, but Kylo Ren didn't want an army of child soldiers.

Kylo Ren stopped in front of Dalia and the boy, watching the clash of blue against red. She was going easy on him, Kylo Ren could tell. She was so unchallenged she even managed to meet his eyes momentarily, even as the boy in front of her tried desperately to one-up her. Kylo Ren could feel his mounting frustration at not being able to beat her. The boy's temper was like an inferno, almost as unstable as his own. He became increasingly desperate, his attacks becoming more and more sloppy, even as the Darkness around him tightened its grip. If he'd been fighting anyone in the room but Dalia, he would have already lost by now. He was pathetic.

Without thinking, Kylo Ren lit his own lightsaber and blocked the boy's blow. The boy looked up at him in shock, terror filling his small face.

"You are becoming careless." Kylo Ren snarled, advancing on the boy. "Focus."

Reaching out his hand, he pulled the boy's lightsaber from him, pointing both lightsabers at the boy's face. "The only reason you weren't defeated by her ages ago was because she went easy on you. You let your anger hinder you. It should have helped you."

The boy stared at Kylo Ren, horrified, as the other padawans stopped their fights and gathered to watch. "You will not serve in my army. You are not ready."

The room was silent as Kylo Ren turned off the lightsabers and handed the boy's lightsaber back to him. The boy took it, looking very much like he was trying not to cry under the gaze of the entire room. Kylo Ren turned his back on the boy, walking up to their Master, a woman who had introduced herself as Lady Mora.

"I want all of those who are 16 or older." He said quietly to her, before leaving the room. He could hear Dalia following him, but he didn't look back until the door to the training room closed behind them and they reached the stairwell. She stared at him, her eyes cold.

"You didn't need to publicly humiliate him like that if you weren't going to take the younger ones anyway." Dalia said, disapproval plain in her voice.

Kylo Ren stopped, his foot on the first step. "The humiliation will grow the Darkness in him." He said. "You should know this."

"That child is conflicted." Dalia said, lowering her voice to a whisper, and glancing back the way they had come, as if she was afraid others would hear her. "He might be better off in the Light."

"Or maybe." Kylo Ren ground out. "He just needs to be reminded of the power of the Dark."

"Maybe." Dalia replied, the tone of her voice making it obvious she thought this was unlikely.

Kylo Ren gritted his teeth but made no reply, beginning to climb the steps instead. For someone who swore up and down that she would never let her personal beliefs get in the way of her allegiance to the Causha, she wasn't exactly shy when it came to making her disdain of the Dark Side known. He strode through the upper level of the Temple at a brisk pace, hearing the sound of Dalia's footsteps behind him.

"I can feel the conflict in you too, you know." Dalia said from behind him, her voice sending shivers down his spine at the same time as it lit a fire inside him. He froze, involuntarily clenching his fists. She stopped next to him, her blue eyes somewhat softer than they had been before.

"You don't know what you're talking about." He ground out. It was pointless, he knew, to deny it. She had felt it; she knew.

"I know what conflict feels like." Dalia said, "Because I've been through it myself. Or have you forgotten this already?"

Kylo Ren stared at her. A part of him wanted to scream at her until she admitted she was wrong...but another part of him wanted to ask her how she had survived the conflict without losing her mind. The problem, however, with asking that question was that he already knew the answer...and it wasn't one he could accept. Dalia had lost the fight. She'd given in to the Light. He had to find a way to be stronger than that.

"I haven't forgotten." Kylo Ren said at last. "You let it poison your mind until you gave in to the Light."

"I have no regrets." She said, fixing him with an unwavering stare that set him on edge. There was something about the way she looked at him - like she could see through him. It was unnerving. "Can you say the same?"

Kylo Ren pushed down the part of him that wanted to say no, the part of him that reminded him of what he had done to his father every night when he tried to sleep. It was the same part that remembered the eyes of those he had killed and the parts of Ben Solo's life that hadn't been terrible. It was the part of him he needed to kill. It was the Light he couldn't seem to stamp out.

"I regret nothing." Kylo Ren said, his voice so quiet it was barely a whisper. It was taking everything in him not to blow up at her and yell at her in the middle of the Temple.

"Convincing." Dalia said sarcastically and Kylo Ren rounded on her, unable to control himself any longer.

"Why shouldn't it be convincing?" He cried. "You've heard of the things I've done. I watched as the Hosnian system was destroyed. I felt all of those lives snuffed out all at once. I've killed so many people I can't even remember them all. Not just Resistance fighters either...civilians, children...my own father. I am a monster."

Dalia's eyes widened ever so slightly, the only indication she had been affected by his outburst. Kylo Ren saw a few padawan children glance out of the door of one of the training rooms down the hall, only to quickly retreat back inside.

"Okay." She said simply, turning to leave. Kylo Ren stared at her, his hands balled into fists as he resisted the urge to continue to scream at her. Okay? Okay what? What did "okay" mean? Who was this girl who was so seemingly unaffected by everything? It was just an act, he was sure. He would find out just who the real Dalia was. He would get her to reveal herself to him in time.

Dalia wrapped her coat around herself as she entered the gardens that surrounded the Temple. Of course, because Atoa was too cold most of the time for things to grow, calling the place a "garden" might be a bit of a stretch. In reality, it was more of a collection of statues surrounded by small, stout evergreen trees - the kind that could survive Atoa's 10 months of winter.

She walked until she reached the greenhouses, slipping inside and relishing in the warmth. She walked down one of the aisles, looking out over the rows and rows of crops and searching for a friend amidst the endless green.

"So you're still alive after all." A familiar voice called out from behind her and she grinned, turning around to face him. Lee Harken, the garden boy, had been her friend - her only real friend if she was being honest - since childhood. An orphan from the street, he'd had a lucky break when a Priest had found him beaten and dying in an alleyway in the marketplace. The Priest had healed him, taken him back to the Temple, and told the manager of the greenhouses to find the boy something to do. He'd been working in the humid domes ever since.

"Sorry to disappoint." Dalia said, smirking. "I see you haven't used the fresher since I was last here."

"Honestly, I've been too busy cleaning up the mess your honored guests made of the apple orchard." Lee said, grabbing her arm and pulling her down the rows of crops. "You have to see this."

"Our guests?" Dalia asked, "Which ones?"

"The Force users." Lee said, pushing open the door to a connected greenhouse. He gestured emphatically at the apple orchard and Dalia's eyes widened as she took in the scene. Trees had been cut down entirely and those still standing had lightsaber marks on their trunks and branches which had clearly been sliced off. "The Knights of Ren, or whatever they call themselves. They came in one day, just stomping through the vegetable patches and then got into a fight in the apple orchard. I honestly thought one of them was going to end up dead and then I'd have to drag their dead corpse back to the Temple and explain to your mother what happened."

"Why didn't you tell me about this?" Dalia asked, turning to stare at him. "I could have done something."

"I can't just waltz into the Temple now can I?" Lee asked, rolling his eyes.

"You could have commed me." Dalia said, shaking her head.

Lee shrugged. "You were busy. I didn't want to interrupt."

"I would have welcomed an interruption." Dalia said, running a hand over her face.

"He's that bad, huh?" Lee asked.

Dalia bit her lip, unsure how to describe her new ward. The truth was, she didn't know how to feel about him. She was finding it increasingly difficult to hate him when he was so incredibly and obviously miserable. He didn't hide his emotions - they were displayed plainly for her to see, and the more she was around him the harder it became not to feel just the tiniest bit sorry for him. It didn't help that she knew what he was going through - or rather, she had an idea.

"I don't want to talk about him." Dalia said, at last. "I would much rather play Dejarik if you have the time."

Lee grinned, "I always have the time to beat you." He said, leading the way into the backroom of the greenhouse where the staff often spent their breaks. A small table was set near the window of the tiny room, a Dejarik board permanently occupying central position on it. Dalia could not count the number of hours she had spent at this table over the course of her life. The greenhouses had always been the perfect escape from her life. With Lee, she could be herself - and that was a rare privilege indeed.

The holochess game came to life in front of them as they settled into their chairs. "What's the score again?" Lee asked, impishly. "10 to 4?"

"It's 10 to 6, soon to be 10 to 7." Dalia said, making her first move. "You're way too overconfident. It's going to be your downfall."

"I would say I'm an appropriate level of confident." Lee said, already managing to steal a piece from her.

Dalia shot him a glare but she felt no real animosity. It was just good to be away from the Temple, doing something that didn't have incredibly high stakes attached to it. She could lose this game and nothing would happen. The world wouldn't crumble around her - the worst she would have to endure would be Lee's bragging. She couldn't say the same about any part of her life in the world outside this room.

The time flew by as they played two games back to back, Lee winning the first and Dalia the second. She sat back as the second game disappeared in front of them, smirking at Lee with a sense of immense satisfaction.

"That was just luck, you know." Lee said.

"Sure it was." Dalia said. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."

All of a sudden, Dalia's smile faded, a feeling of coldness filling her bones. She looked around to see if someone had opened a door but then stopped when she realized what it was. Who it was. She felt the peaceful bubble in which she had been momentarily suspended pop, the real world coming crashing back down on her.

"I should get going. It's getting late." Dalia said, standing up and dusting off her dress.

"So soon?" Lee asked, sounding disappointed.

"I'll try to come back tomorrow." Dalia said, putting a hand on his arm.

Lee snorted. "No you won't."

"Bye Lee." Dalia said, rolling her eyes as she left.

The cold air hit her like a slap in the face the moment she left the warmth of the greenhouses. Dalia walked through the statue garden, feeling the coldness around her intensify until she saw him. He had his back to her and was looking up at a statue of Ashla, an Atoan goddess. The sunset cast the entire scene into hues of red, orange and gold.

Dalia came up to stand next to him and he looked at her. "You followed me." He said.

"No, actually." Dalia said. "I was in the greenhouses, visiting a friend and I felt your presence."

"So naturally you had to come see what I was doing." Kylo Ren sneered. "Make sure I wasn't defiling your precious statues."

"Exactly." Dalia said, trying to hide the way his tone irritated her. "But now that I know you're not, I'll leave you alone." She said, turning to leave.

"Are you in here somewhere?" Kylo Ren asked and Dalia froze, turning back around to face him in confusion.

"What?" She asked.

"Is there a statue of you in this garden?" Kylo Ren asked. "I've seen old rulers of Atoa, gods, one of Lady Kaia..."

"There's a few of me." Dalia said, trying to hide her surprise at the question. "This is me when I was 8." She said, walking over to a statue of a little girl in a fancy dress.

Kylo Ren walked over, examining the statue. "You look the same." He said and Dalia shot him a withering look.

"There's another one of me over there." Dalia said, pointing to the right. Kylo Ren took off in the direction she had pointed and Dalia followed him, stopping next to him as he spotted a statue of an adult Dalia standing next to a statue of her mother.

"Who was your father?" Kylo Ren asked after a moment. Dalia turned to stare at him, surprised by the question.

"I don't know." She replied honestly. "My mother had many lovers back then. When she found out she was pregnant with me, she had them all assassinated so that none of them could claim to be the father of the High Priestess's daughter. She didn't know which one was my father and now that they're gone I guess I will never know."

"Did one of them have blonde hair?" Kylo Ren asked and Dalia frowned, confused by the question for a moment before her eyes widened in understanding.

"No." She said. "Atoans don't have blonde hair."

"But you-" Kylo Ren began.

"I'm part human." She said, gesturing for him to follow her over to two nearby statues. "This is my grandfather, Garoche Tarkin." Dalia said, gesturing to a statue of a tall man with broad shoulders and an angular face.

"That's not possible." Kylo Ren said immediately. "Garoche Tarkin was an imperial officer. He was killed...on Atoa..." His eyes widened as he stared at the man and then stared at Dalia.

Dalia smiled in amusement at his shock. "He fell in love with my grandmother, Lady Saro." Dalia said, gesturing towards a statue of a woman who looked eerily similar to her mother. "He abandoned his mission without letting the Empire know he had deserted them. The emperor sent your grandfather, Darth Vader, to investigate his disappearance. Lady Saro tormented Darth Vader with visions of his dead wife until he tried to kill himself by bringing the entire building down on top of himself, killing my grandparents."

"That's a lie." Kylo Ren said sharply, "I've heard this story before. Atoan rebels destroyed the building-"

"Do you think Darth Vader would have told the Emperor what really happened?" Dalia interrupted. "I know it was Darth Vader who brought down the building because my grandmother didn't die right away. She was rescued by Lady Kaia and she told Lady Kaia what had happened. She gave birth to my mother and her sister shortly after and then died from her injuries."

"Well maybe Lady Saro lied!" Kylo Ren snarled. "To protect the Atoan rebels."

"There weren't any Atoan rebels, Ren." Dalia snapped, irritably.

"You don't know that." Kylo Ren retorted, the explosive anger that seemed to never be far beneath the surface seeping out through the Force.

Dalia opened her mouth to argue further and then decided against it. There was no point aggravating him further. She looked up at her grandfather's face, trying to calm herself despite the Darkness that swirled through the Force. He was clearly disturbed by the idea of Darth Vader attempting suicide. It meant his grandfather had struggled with feelings of conflict, perhaps as much as Kylo Ren did. Kylo Ren clearly looked up to him as a role model and Dalia might have just shattered the image Kylo Ren had of him.

"Your mother has a sister?" Kylo Ren asked after a while, breaking the silence at last.

"Yes." Dalia said, "Lady Varra."

"I've never met her." Kylo Ren said, frowning slightly.

"Well no, you wouldn't have." Dalia said. "She doesn't live on Atoa anymore. She's a Jedi."

Kylo Ren stared at her, his expression so bewildered that Dalia smiled in amusement. How strange her family must seem to an outsider. Even to other Atoans, it was unusual. Then again, Kylo Ren's own family was just as abnormal. He was at war with his own mother...

"All the Jedi are dead, except..." Kylo Ren trailed off, the Darkness around him thickening.

"That's what you think." Dalia said. She lifted up a hand to catch a snowflake when something in the distance caught her eye. At first she thought it was just snow but no...

Kylo Ren and Dalia looked up, startled by the sound of a ship passing overhead. A flutter of papers fell out of the ship, falling down around the Temple and throughout the city like giant snowflakes. Dalia reached up a hand to grab one but Kylo Ren got it first by virtue of his height. He pulled it down to read it, his eyes widening as he took in the words on the page.

A MANIFESTO

To end the suffering of Atoa and the artificial imposition of hierarchy.

In recognition of the Force-sensitivity of all Atoans and the inherent dignity of all life.

The Atoan Liberation Front so declares the Causha's allegiance with the First Order to be of no force and effect.

We hereby call on all citizens of Atoa to join in our cause to liberate your fellow citizens from the tyranny of the High Priestess Aketra and those who would follow her blindly into darkness.

Dalia felt her hands begin to shake as she looked up from the paper to meet Kylo Ren's eyes, suddenly feeling incredibly hot despite the cold weather. It had begun.

I've made up all the characters in it so far except the ones you would recognize from the movies, Aketra and Lady Varra. I'm trying to stick to their personalities and life-stories as much as possible but I've changed a few things. The story that Dalia told Kylo Ren about Lady Saro, Garoche Tarkin and Darth Vader is from a comic book but I made one major change to it. In the comic book, Lady Saro dies when the ceiling collapses but I changed it so that she survives long-enough to tell people what happened and give birth. Aketra and Varra are not Lady Saro's children in the real Star Wars universe but Aketra claims (in both my story and the Star Wars universe) to be an incarnation of her so I just decided it would be interesting to make her Lady Saro's actual daughter.

Some things that I made up:

- Atoan Liberation Front & Varra's membership in the Resistance

- Aketra's allegiance with the First Order

- All plot involving Dalia

- Atoan views on freedom to choose between the Dark and Light sides of the Force

Some things I didn't make up:

- Atoa, its climate, and its history (including the part where the Empire committed genocide against it)

- The characteristics of Atoan society - Aketra is described as a tyranical ruler, most Atoans are Force-sensitive to some degree, and they are almost, but not quite, human (all have dark hair too)

- The Causha, Angarath's Fist (capital city), Caushan High Temple

- The Atoan gods Ashla & Bogan

Here are some links to websites where I got my info about Atoa:

wiki/Angarath_Fist

wiki/Atoa

wiki/Aketra

wiki/Lady_Varra