Tera Lands ): Thanks for the compliment. I'm glad your intrigued. Jaina fics are my favorite too. I haven't been updating often but I've been so busy (I know...excuses, excuses) After I get back from my vacation on the 22nd I hope to update quite a bit more before school starts up again on the 1st.

Tim Knispel: Thanks for noticing. I do try to stay within SW boundaries. I'm glad your intrigued by my fic and there may be a little bit of one-sided romance in the future. But don't worry, I already have other fics being written that are centered on Jaina/Zekk. I haven't read that HP fic yet, but don't worry...I'll get to it! And I'll get to reviewing your story again soon. It's been a busy summer! Master of suspense, ey? Ooh...I can't hear that enough!

Chapter 6

Awakening:

Liquid brown eyes cracked opened and the first thing she saw was light. Light shining so bright that it hurt her eyes to look. A few long moments later, her eyes finally adjusted and she could see a little, though it was still hazy.

Looking around her, she attempted sitting up, but it made her head spin, so she just leaned back on her elbows.

She was in a small room, filled with mechanical equipment. A black droid had busied itself beside her, checking on what seemed to be a status chart. Everything was white and bare, the walls, her cot, the outfit she found herself wearing, and there was a healthy smell about the place. Medcenter, her memory offered her.

Where am I? She wondered briefly, starting to go into a panic. Who am I? What am I doing here?

"Ah, I see you're finally awake, my Angel."

She jumped at the voice and turned her head. A man with graying hair and a long scar on his face stood the doorway. His eyes were black and there was an aura around him of something...dark. She could feel the power radiating from him and it seemed just that- dark. She hadn't noticed him there a moment ago.

"Wh-where am I...who are you?" she asked bluntly, finding her voice.

"Ah. My little Angel, they warned me you would not remember- the med droids that is." The man said, shaking his head. "You are currently aboard the Dark Lady, in hyperspace. I am deeply grieved that you do not remember me, though. I was- and still am, of course, your master."

"Master?" the girl asked dubiously, "The Dark Lady?"

"Yes...nothing's coming back...you still don't remember?" he asked, and she thought she almost saw a faint smile cross his hard face. "Pity."

A moment later he took a seat that was placed next to her cot. The two locked eyes, brandy brown into hard black, neither flinching, and he continued.

"Yes. I am your Master...the New Emperor of the Newly Resurrected Empire, or the New Empire. And the Dark Lady was- is your flagship."

"Flagship?" she asked, her eyes widening. For some reason she felt excitement at that. Her own flagship? With an entire crew at her command?

"Yes. You were hardly ever on it though. You spent most of your time training, directing battles or on missions and whatnot." He said casually, known only to him that he was deliberately trying to catch her interest.

Her brandy brown eyes had lit up back on the word, flagship. She was curious now, and she desperately wanted to remember what she had been like.

"You can start training again as soon as you're back on your feet. It will be extremely difficult though, starting all over with the basics."

"Um...who exactly was I-am I...and what happened?" she asked, adjusting herself so that her feet dangled over the side of the bed.

"Such a pity that you don't remember, my Angel. You were known to the rest of the galaxy as the Dark Angel, and answered only to me. Your very name struck fear into their hearts. You were second in command of the entire New Empire, under me of course." He answered, measuring her reaction with both his eyes and the Force.

"As for what happened..." he paused for a moment, anger crossing his face. "The Imperial Remnant's leader signed a peace treaty with the New Republic, the old fool. He gave up so easily. The rest of my Imperials haven't yet given up our fighting spirit."

"The...N-New Republic?" she asked hesitantly, the term sounded familiar.

"Ah. I see we have a long way to go yet. The New Republic was formerly the Rebel Alliance, a group of sentients who insisted on disrupting the Empire's peace. They murdered our old Emperor and brought the Empire of Old crashing to its knees. Now, they have taken over the galaxy from us, threatening our worlds into their power."

The girl nodded, her liquid brown eyes showing her hunger for information. There was so much that she wanted- needed to know!

The man smiled and she noted that it didn't look right on his scarred face. "Your training will include history...but basically...the details of what actually happened; there was a ceremony celebrating the peace between the Imperial Remnant and the New Republic. But we- the New Empire decided to...stand up at the meeting and...withdraw our support of the peace treaty. The New Republic didn't take it well and started randomly attacking Imperials. The Imperials merely defended themselves.

"Unfortunately, there were Jedi at the ceremony. Since you were, obviously the most important and most powerful Imperial there, they went after you. And with all your skill, even you couldn't handle that many Jedi at once. You were hit with a stun blast, but thankfully our people managed to get to you before the New Republic, or the Jedi." He spat the word, his eyes hardening even more -if that was possible.

"Jedi?" she questioned though the word seemed to mean something to her. Something important that she couldn't place.

"Yes, Jedi-they are servants of the light side of the Force." He said, and then sensing her next question continued, "The Force is an energy field that binds the galaxy together and can help you gain power. Not everyone is Force Sensitive, my Angel. But you are."

"If the Jedi are servants of the light side of this...Force...then doesn't that mean that we're the dark side...?" she asked him, confusion starting to cloud her thoughts.

"Indeed it does. You should get some sleep now, I'll see you tomorrow."

She started to speak again but he cut her off and stood, moving towards the door.

"That is enough today. Your training will begin tomorrow. If you're the same as you used to be you should be back to normal in a short time. And remember, my Angel. You answer only to me. You are everyone else's superior."

The door slid shut behind him, cutting her off from the rest of the galaxy, leaving her with a lot to think about.

She sighed and leaned back into the pillows, only to sit up straight when the door whushed open again.

"Hello m'Lady." The man grumbled as he set a pile of clothes down on her cot. "I'll uh...step outside the door while you change and then I'll escort you to your quarters."

She nodded, unsure of what to say or do. Thankfully he let the door slide shut and left her to change, not needing to come up with a better reply.

The clothes -as she found- were a formfitting black flightsuit, with a utility belt around the waist. She noticed that there was also a rather large case that she hadn't noticed before. Inside there was a small, DL-44 blaster, a sleeve blaster, and many other weapons. The one that really caught her eyes though was some kind of silver cylinder. She picked up the silvery thing for a moment, hefting it in her hand. She felt she was missing something very important...

She put it back and left the weapons inside the case, and just carried it with her when she stepped out side the door. The man was still waiting there for her, and when he noticed her he made a gesture for her to follow him. Eyes from all around were on her as she walked through the ship.

"Alright, these quarters should be quite satisfactory, they are after all the best on the ship...as it is your flagship, as I'm told." The man muttered, not even glancing at her as he spoke.

"As you're told?" she questioned him, her annoyance rising. So far, she didn't care too much for this man. "What does that mean?"

He ignored her and continued on. "I'm Gaven Satuir and I'm the Captain of this ship, so your commands go straight to me-"

"Excuse me!" she said, and he ignored her again, causing her annoyance to peak higher, continuing with a brief explanation of the ship.

She stopped and looked at his retreating back, and she seemed to reach out, somehow and stopped him in his tracks.

"I believe I asked you a question." She said, walking forward and turning to look straight up into his eyes. "And I believe you ignored me. I'm going to tell you right now that I am not going to be ignored. If I ask you a question, you answer me. Got it?"

The officer just stared at her; her Force grip was tight enough that he couldn't even nod his head.

Rolling her brandy eyes she let him go and gestured for him to continue the way to her quarters.

When they arrived he hurried away and she settled into the room. She didn't fall asleep for quite sometime, playing around with this new power she had discovered. She wondered if it could be the Force, that man in the medcenter had talked about...

The Dark man- the New Emperor had witnessed the entire exchange and he was surprised. She already could use the Force without training.

He hoped she wasn't remembering things. The drug they had administered to her while she was stunned should prevent that.

But the fact that she was using the Force was also a good thing. She had done it without guidance or instruction, which could mean that she would fly through all the training that she was going to be given. Then he could send her on missions earlier than he had planned.

He would have to go to her soon and make sure that she was taught the Force his way. If she wasn't, memories of her past as Jaina Solo could return...and he didn't want that. It would destroy all his plans for the New Empire.