Zaila burst through a bush a distance from the camp finding herself on the shore of a lake, the two moons reflected brilliantly on the still water. As she stormed along the bank the ethereal figure faded into existence alongside her once more. The irate redhead turned to the ghost with an accusatory glare, rage prevalent in her voice.
"You told me to trust my instincts, trust my gut." Zaila started without giving the spectre any time to speak, her voice inflamed, yet quiet. "Yet when I finally did, 4 clones ended up dead by my hand, don't you think maybe it would've been important to–"
Zaila was swiftly cut off by the ghost before her. "The reason I told you is that your gut will always do what's necessary to ensure you and those you care about escape the situation alive. In life or death situations the only thing which matters is you, and those with you. Until you've learned to master the Force more, that should be all you concern yourself with."
Zaila thought about what the ghost had just said for a moment. "Teach me more about the Force then," she said. "If I need to master it, doesn't that start with learning?"
"I… I can only teach you so much," the blue woman said. "The Force I know is not the same Force you will come to know. It changes and shifts with time, life and death, it all affects the Force."
As she explained, Zaila felt a knot tighten in her gut. Her and Alta had managed to get a holo-net channel after they were forced out, the Jedi were being hunted down across the galaxy. It would be a feat to find a Jedi in the galaxy much less on Karos.
"But where am I supposed to find a Jedi?" Zaila asked, concern filling her voice "The Emperor was assaulted by a strike team and is having them all hunted down!"
"That 'Emperor' is not who you think he is." The ghost began. "Did you see his eyes? Their color? How his skin was wrinkled?" She asked Zaila.
"He said the attack left him scarred and deformed…" Zaila replied, growing suspicious of this ghost.
"Scarred and deformed my ass, He's Sith. No doubt about it." She stated matter-of-factly.
"What's a Sith? How do you know what that is? Who even are you?" Zaila asked in rapid-fire, on the verge of losing it.
"I know what a Sith is," She answered. "A practitioner of the Dark Side, a people so violent and cruel they care only for themselves. I know all this because I once was Sith myself."