THERE IS NO ONE HERE OF THAT NAME

"Listen to me, child. There is no one and nothing you should concern yourself with anymore. The rest of your life is only about survival now. There is no safe haven for people like us anymore! Do what you must if you want to see the next day. Sacrifice and burn it all if it comes down to it! For that…is what we've been pushed to."

Startled out of the darkness of her own dreams, a young, raven-haired woman gasped sharply and shot up out of bed in a panic. She panted wildly as beads of sweat rolled down her pale skin. She looked out towards her room but couldn't make anything out from within the darkness. There was nothing there but the usual clutter and the electrical humming of the apartment building. She still had to turn the lights back on though, just to make sure she was truly alone. Only then could she settle back down.

It was utterly baffling, really. The voice she had heard was all too familiar and close sounding. So real. It was like someone was actually whispering into her ear. Still, she knew it couldn't be true. Because that person...had been dead for 5 years now.

"Good grief…can't you just let me sleep for one night?" the young woman groaned and flopped back onto bed, laying her arms over her face to shield her eyes. "I don't need your meddling anymore…right?"

She sat within her dark gray silence for a few minutes, listening to the sounds of chitchat going on right outside the window above her. She moved her arms up and opened her electric blue eyes, still not saying a word but listening carefully to the gossip on the streets. It never took long for word to travel throughout the galaxy, but if she wanted information fast, then the rougher parts of Coruscant was the place to be. She could literally just stand in the street for five minutes and get the news of what's happening on five different planets.

"Did you hear about what the Trade Federation is doing? Their blocking people from leaving Naboo?"

"Is that even allowed?"

"Don't know. I doubt the queen will abandon her people. If things go on like this…then it sure gonna get ugly."

The woman groaned before raising her hand and tapping her knuckles against the window, hoping to get their attention. "If you're gonna chat about political things…then do it in front of someone else's window," she called out to them.

"Ah? Sorry about that, Eve. Thought you'd be away on a job." One of them gave a tap back against the window before walking away.

"I'd rather be on a job." She muttered before dropping her arms back over her eyes. "At least it keeps my mind occupied."


The Jedi Council room remained in absolute silence as they waited for Master Yoda to come out of his meditative state. It has lasted for several minutes now, but the troubled look on his shriveled green face did not fade during the time of his stillness. He kept quiet until both Qui-Gon and his Padawan Obi-Wan entered the room.

"Master Yoda. You called for us?" Qui-Gon asked.

Yoda opened his eyes and clenched tighter to his twisted cane. "Mm, yes. A disturbance, I have felt. Something unseen…yet quiet," he said with a deep frown, looking on with a thousand-yard stare plagued with worry. "A decision, I have made."

Qui-Gon looked quite perplexed by what he meant by that. "With all due respect, Master Yoda. This matter is something we cannot ignore, nor can it be dragged out any longer."

"Understand, I do. Still…go alone; you will not. A third companion shall accompany you." Yoda finished, earning quite a few odd looks from the rest of the council goers.

Master Windu was the first to speak up. "And…do you have anyone in mind that will go with them?"

Yoda nodded slowly. "Yes. One name. The last name and the only name now…Jillian Eve."

Obi-Wan was significantly taken aback when he heard that surname. He immediately spoke up and hoped that the council would forgive his rudeness. "Pardon me, Master Yoda, but I was under the assumption that the Eve clan died out 27 years ago."

"Well, you're half right, my young Padawan," Qui-Gon corrected. "What happened to them was a massacre. Their drinking water was contaminated by a poisonous plant called Evergaol. It causes its hosts to die of asphyxiation, but it's a long process that can take many months to many years, but now...only one survivor remains. Her name is Jillian Eve."

Obi-Wan's eyes went wide at what he was hearing. "A mass -poisoning? I don't remember reading anything about such a thing in the archives."

"It's because it's a sensitive matter that only a few Jedi know of. Even now, no one knows who set them up to be killed. The perpetrator had never been caught," Qui-Gon said grimly while recalling the day.

Most Jedi throughout the galaxy felt it all at once when the first hundred perished over the span of a month. It was a disturbance in the Force. A dreadful feeling that left most people in disarray and confusion, wondering who in the right mind would go after such a powerful clan…and get away with it. Some called it the beginning of the end, and others saw it as the ending of an era. Either way, the balance had shifted. That was one thing everyone could agree on.

Qui-Gon turned back to Yoda. "I don't see the problem in asking Jillian Eve to join us."

"I'm afraid I might though," Master Windu called out. "For a couple reasons…if you don't mind hearing me out. The Eve clan has always been a powerful group of Force-wielders…. but powerful to the point of being dangerous. They're the kinds of people that move according to their emotions and act however they please. They were their own faction and strong enough to maintain it…but also be feared for it."

"Yes. I recall us never seeing eye-to-eye," Qui-Gon remarked.

"My point exactly. It's because they didn't agree with our methods that they ended up isolating themselves from us. On Lyor, a planet that we yet to know the location of."

Obi-Wan cocked a brow. "Yes, but that was a long time ago. Surely just this one individual will have to agree that something needs to be done about the Trade Federation."

"It also wouldn't hurt to ask. If her clan lives up to the legend, then her skills will surely be needed," Qui-Gon agreed.

Master Windu still didn't look quite reassured but dropped his head in defeat. "Very well. If you believe Jillian Eve will be of great assistance… then it's not my place to say otherwise," he said while sitting back in his chair. "We'll send you to her location. Be wary though. She may be the last of her kin…but that doesn't make her any less dangerous." He warned them one last time before the council meeting was dismissed.


Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan followed the direction they were given. Still, neither of them expected that Jillian Eve would actually be on Coruscant, much less in the rougher districts of the city-covered planet.

"I'm not sure what we should be worried about more. Jillian's unpredictable nature…or the place she decided to live in," Obi-Wan said while following close beside his master.

"People are a product of the environment they grew up in. I won't be surprised if she was a bounty hunter or a mercenary. Either way, we should expect to pay for whatever she asks of us," Qui-Gon warned.

They began the descent up the skyscraper-like apartment building that seemed to go on forever and ever, passing one ill-mannered-looking person after another. They kept going until they got to the room they needed to be. One that looked no different from the hundreds of others they had passed on their way up.

"I have a bad feeling about this," Obi-Wan couldn't help but say. He could already feel an intense sensation coming from inside the room. A person with a powerful connection to the Force. It was similar to what he felt from Master Yoda, but Jillian Eve was completely different.

Qui-Gon did the polite thing first and knocked on the door. They waited for at least a minute but heard nothing coming from inside. They knew the room wasn't empty though. That much they could sense. Still, they waited for at least another minute before Qui-Gon reached up and pressed a button to open the door, which swung open without fail or delay.

"She doesn't lock her door? In this sort of place?" Obi-Wan questioned.

Qui-Gon shrugged. "There are only two types of people who do that. The foolish…and the confident."

"Or maybe a little bit of both."

"That too."

They headed inside the dimly lit room and found out really quickly that it was cluttered with small mechanical parts all over the place. Most of it was in boxes that went up to the ceiling, but there was still a good bit of it scattered all over the floor. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan had to be careful where they stepped as they moved deeper into the home. The place may be a dump, but they still wanted to be respectful since it was someone's home… which they had just walked into without invitation.

Qui-Gon decided to call out first. "Hello? I'm sorry to intrude. We're knights of the Jedi Order, and we've come to ask for your help with-"

"The cowards of the Trade Federation. I've heard the news already," a woman's voice called out from the room in front of them. "Word travels fast when a bunch of spineless idiots barricade the planet of Naboo."

They followed the voice to the source and stepped inside a large circler room. There was a woman that was sat in the middle, looking to be in a meditating state with lightsaber parts floating around her slowly. Neither of the Jedi could tell what she looked like though because she had her back towards them.

"Jillian Eve? Pardon the interruption. My name Is-"

"Would you mind putting your names on hold for a bit. You two being here is disrupting my concentration enough already. And step back behind the yellow line."

Obi-Wan looked around the room and saw that it was lined with at least twelve bottles, all at eye level with them and balanced on boxes. He then looked down at his feet and saw that they had crossed over a yellow line that circled the room.

"Oh, excuse us."

As instructed, they backed up behind the yellow line and watched curiously to see what she would do next. Those were lightsaber parts, but some things were missing to be able to construct one correctly. Like the part that is supposed to stabilize the kyber crystal inside.

After a few seconds, the parts began to accelerate and assemble around the floating crystal. They all then began to put themselves together, and once the last piece was connected, she grabbed the handle and ignited it. A vibrant shade of purple flared out, but it clearly wasn't a saber. It was a flowing purple whip that crackled and swayed in the air. The Eve woman swung the blazing weapon around once, and it whipped around the room at high speed, slicing every bottle in the room in half.

The woman's face was now entirely in view. She wore a tight-fitting black and purple robe with a long skirt that extended to the floor with a slit running up the front. She looked of average height with fair skin and wavy black hair that stopped at her shoulders. Even though she was quite attractive, it was her eyes that really stood out. Her eyes were filled with a glowing cosmos. Electric and with vivid shades of blue, all mixing together to give her an otherworldly appearance.

"There's no one here of the name Jillian Eve anymore. Haven't been for a long time. It's just me now… and will only be me. I'm her daughter. Shasta." She deactivated her lightwhip and sat it down on the table beside her, which had at least two more regular lightsabers beside it. "Now…what can I do for you fine gentlemen," she said with a sly grin on her pink lips.

Qui-Gon bowed his head. "It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Qui-Gon Jinn, and this is my Padawan."

"Obi-Wan Kenobi," he introduced.

"We've come to ask for your assistance in the negotiations with the Trade Federation."

"Hm, really now," Shasta said with a cocked brow. She backed up against a wall and crossed her arms over her chest. "You guys got a real problem on your hands if you think talking things out is gonna fix anything."

"It's by orders of Chancellor Valorum," Qui-Gon said.

"Yeah, but you don't go partaken in negotiations…when you're planning on bringing someone like me with you. You have to expect a fight if the negotiations fail," she pointed out.

Obi-Wan snorted a little. "Then something like that should be right up your ally, right? Seeing how you are an Eve."

Shasta turned to him and cocked a brow. "You must be under the assumption that Eves like to fight. Well…you ain't wrong." She gave him the same sly smile from before, but this one was more charming and gave off an attractive and wild appeal. "But if you're going for negotiations. Then I shall act civil as well for the sake of Naboo. It's no problem for me."

"So we have an agreement," Obi-Wan asked.

She nodded. "Yes…but my services are not free, not even for Jedi. You will have to pay."

"That won't be a problem. We were expecting as much. How about 10,000 credits," Qui-Gon offered.

Shasta's face immediately scrunched up with displeasure. "Not gonna sell, sorry. 40,000 is my price." She took a breath and glanced over to Obi-Wan, who seemed to have taken an interest in her lightwhip. He picked it up off the table and looked down the shaft before quickly turning away. Only now remembering that he shouldn't do that. Shasta smiled a little bit before turning back to Qui-Gon. "I'll give you a deal, yeah? How does 20,000 sound?"

Qui-Gon looked more than a little relieved to hear the price. "Sounds reasonable. I look forward to working with you, Miss Eve."

"Like wise. I've never worked with jedi before. It's going to be quite the experience." Her smirk stretched wide as she reached out and shook the Jedi's hand.