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A/N: I updated pretty fast, couldn't get this story out of my head. More angst in this chapter. If needed, have a tissue at hand. Enjoy.

Chapter 2: Mourning and Vowing

I sat in the cockpit, and stared straight a head. Not moving, hardly blinking; just staring. My thoughts were blank; I felt nothing. The blackness of space loomed before me, but I didn't see it. I was trapped in a silent place inside myself. Nothing inside me seemed to stir. I was alone.

I turned, and saw the empty chair beside. Reality finally hit. The tears that I hadn't felt before brimmed over. With a sob, I flung myself onto the copilot's chair. Kyle's chair. I wrapped my arms around it, and I could smell him. I wish that I could pretend he was there. My tears continued to fall and dampened the seat. I couldn't stop their flow. I cried more that I ever had before; even when I learned that Alderaan was gone, along with my family.

I looked at my hands, and noticed their reddish brown hue. They were still stained with Kyle's blood. The blood had dried, and was beginning to flake off. I felt as if it belonged there. My hands deserved to be stained with his blood.

"Oh, Kyle!"I cried, and more sobs began.

I hadn't done anything to stop his death. I had heard him cry out; I had seen his killer mock me with an arrogant wave. I had done nothing. I had failed him.

I clenched my fists as Lord Rison's face floated in my mind. The murderer had taken the man I loved.

"I swear to you Kyle, I will find this man and bring you justice," I vowed, "I will kill him. I will have him beg for mercy at my feet. I will kill him with the vengeance you deserve."

My head felt light from crying, but my heart was strong. I left the chair, and returned to my seat. I set coordinates into the Nav computer. I was supposed to go to Coruscant where Mon Mothma waited for us. Kyle and I were to bring the spy to her, but I wasn't going there. I wasn't going to watch as Mon Mothma sympathized for her lost subordinate, Kyle Katarn, not the man. No, I was going to Yavin. There I would find Luke Skywalker, Kyle's friend. I would tell him everything, including my vow. I had to do this. I had to do it for Kyle.

I landed at the Academy on Yavin. Jedi Apprentices in the Hangar ran over, to catch a glimpse of the famous Kyle Katarn. When I got out, I saw the bewildered stares on there faces. Each asked the same question, 'Where was Kyle?' I didn't answer any of them. I just walked away.

I had been to the Academy numerous times, so I knew my way around. I could see from above, Jedi Apprentices fighting with practice lightsabers. Little children were learning to uncloud their minds, and listen to the Force. I didn't understand any of it, but Kyle had. Kyle wasn't trained here though; he trained himself to become a Jedi.

I remembered watching him, as he battled seekers and lifted objects effortlessly with his mind. One time he decided to be mischievous and catch me off guard. I had been sitting on the sidelines, just watching him, when I began to float off the ground! I looked around trying to figure out what was going on, when I saw Kyle trying hard not to laugh.

"If you know what's good for you, Katarn, you better put me down," I had warned him.

He put me down of course, but he never let me live it down.

I wished that I could go back, and be with him there, at that moment. When he was happy, free, alive. He was gone though, gone from my life. Tears began to sting my eyes, but I blinked them away. I had a reason for being here, and I had to fulfill it.

I found Luke's private chamber with ease. Like I said, I've been here before. I opened the door, and saw him seated cross-legged in front of the window, his back facing me. I silently walked in, hoping not to disturb him. I knew he was in meditation; Kyle had done it all the time. I used to joke about it, saying how boring it must have been to just sit there not thinking about anything. Oh, how I missed him!

"Jan," Luke said calmly, startling me.

"Hello Luke," I muttered in greeting.

"Something is wrong," He stated, getting up. I didn't say anything, but the tears were threatening me again. "Where's Kyle?" He asked, noticing I was alone.

"Kyle he's...he's," I voice cracked, as I fought to say the words, "He's ...dead!"

There I had said it, and now I was crying again. Luke seemed surprised by this, which surprised me. He's a Jedi, aren't they supposed to know everything?

"How?" He asked.

"It was on Lorrad, we ran into a Dark Jedi," I choked out.

"I did feel a tremor in the Force," Luke said, whatever that meant.

"I can't believe he's gone," I said, my tears slowing a little.

"I can no longer feel his presence," Luke said sadly. I nodded, I knew he was dead. I wasn't sure what he meant by feeling his presence, but I knew what I had heard.

"Please," Luke said, "Tell me what happened." He led me to a chair, and I told him everything that happened at the base.

When I was finished, he took a deep breath and nodded slowly. "I'm sorry Jan," he said.

"There was something I could have done," I said.

Luke shook his head, "You couldn't do anything."

"Then why do I feel guilty?"

"When you lose someone, you always feel guilty."

"I should have gone with him."

"You would have only gotten yourself killed," Luke replied.

"It doesn't matter," I said, "I'm going after Rison."

"You're what!"

"I'm going to avenge Kyle's death."

"You can't go after a Sith Jan."

"I have too, "I said, "I have to do this."

"It won't stop the pain."

"What do you know about pain?!" I shouted at him, "You don't know what I'm going through!"

"Jan, I understand exactly what you're going through," Luke said.

"No you don't."

"Kyle was my friend Jan."

"But he was more to me," I said, "I loved him."

I had said the words, but I was too late to say them to the right man. I bowed my head, "I still love him."

Luke looked down on me with sympathy in his blue eyes, "I know it's hard," he said, "but Kyle wouldn't want you do this."

"I don't care!" I shouted back, "I have to kill Rison."

"What are you going to do, run in there with your blasters firing?"

"Sounds like a good plan to me," I shot back, even though I knew it wasn't.

"You would fight very bravely, but die very quickly," Luke said. I sighed,

"I have to try."

"Your not a Jedi Jan," Luke said, "How are you going to overcome a Sith."

He was right. Over 20 years ago, the Sith had slaughtered most of the Jedi. Luke had been the last for a long time, until he built the Academy. I was a normal pilot, with no special abilities, and nothing to offer.

"Help me." Luke raised his eyebrows,

"What?"

"Help me get Rison."

"Jan I can't do that," he said.

"Please," I pleaded, "Help me."

He sighed, and I prayed that he would accept. "Alright," he said.

"Thank you."

"I'm not sure how we are going to do this."

"I have nothing to offer to help us," I said, "I don't have any weapons or anything that can defeat this guy."

"On the contrary," Luke said, "You do have something."

I frowned at him, was this guy nuts? What could I possibly possess that could kill a Sith.

"Uh... like what?"

"Love," he said.

"And how is that going to help me?"

"A Sith believes that love is a weakness," Luke explained, "He will scorn at it, when actually it is quite powerful."

"All love is doing for me right now is causing me pain," I said, "I never got to tell Kyle how I felt."

"He may know now in death," Luke tried to comfort me. I brushed a way a silent tear,

"I hope he does," I whispered.

The only thing we could do for now, was try to find where to begin.

Lord Rison calmly walked to the throne room. The massive ship was built for a great ruler, and so his master was. The stars shone from the windows, but the Dark Lord did not look at them. He was troubled by something. He knelt at the base of the throne when he entered.

"Rise my apprentice," a crackly voice spoke.

"Master, I fear for what we've done."

A cry of pain echoed from the corridors. Neither Dark Lord shuddered at it, like a normal man would. They in fact reveled from it.

"Why do you fear?" the Master spoke calmly.

"This Ors will seek revenge."

"Indeed," The evil man said, "I expect it."

"Then why have it this way?"

"With the death of Katarn, Jan Ors will want her revenge, yes, but she won't expect anything."

"She expects our deaths," Rison said.

"And she will receive hers."

Another shout of agony rang out, and both Dark Lords smiled. If everything went as planned then Jan would die. Her death would be sweet, because the truth would die with her.

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