Author's Note: This chapter was really difficult to write. I don't think it is very good. But anyway, read review, and I'll get the next chapter underway.

sammie teufel: As to the Trask bit n Ch2, loads of people on the forums go on about him so much; I thought he deserved some kind of interesting background.

Prisoner 24601: Thanks for the comments. I changed that bit you pointed out in chapter 1 to make it more realistic.

Chapter 3

It was strange being under the influence of the neural restraint collar. It was like being completely detached from my body. Just a mind floating amongst thoughts and memories.

It was incredibly easy to think without the distractions of the outside world. If I focused hard enough, I could just about sense myself through the collar's power. Sight and movement were impossible, but I was vaguely aware of sounds, though nothing comprehensible.

I could explore every fraction of my mind. It was like travelling on a timeline – almost all my memories were accessible, except the very earliest ones.

My first pet Gizka, Snub. Snub's twenty-three Gizka pups. My first day at school. Travelling on father's spaceship. Joining the Jedi. My training. Using Battle Meditation for the republic. My first kill.

I focused my energies on trying to break out from the influence of the collar, but the harder I fought to be free, the further away reality seemed. Amidst the nothingness, I found my memories of Revan.

I remembered fleeing the destruction of Revan's flagship, and taking his body to Courscant. He had not woken during the flight, but he had remained alive. I remembered how the Jedi Master's tied him to a table, and ruthlessly forced their way into his mind.

"I cannot find what I am looking for. His mind barriers are far too strong."

"Then we must proceed to the second stage. Revan is too dangerous to be set free, and we cannot keep him captive." The other master nodded in reply, and went back into Revan's mind. Only this time he was not finding memories. He was burying them.

Revan cursed and raged, swearing destruction upon the Jedi. When this failed, he tried bargaining. Still the masters proceeded. Then he begged. He pleaded. He screamed. He cried. And then he was silent. The Force echoed the agony he had endured all through the room.

Then the masters had replaced Revan's lost mind with a new one. They spent several weeks creating a convincing past for the new occupant. They gave him a new name.

Before the crash, I hadn't been able to remember the new name, but the neural restraint collar gave me easy access to the memory. Kail Artoz, soldier in the republic fleet.

I shook my head, and realised I had returned to myself. I was in a poorly lit, smelly room. My hands were tied behind my back, and there was a guard either side of me, both wearing the ugly gang uniform. In front of me was standing a man, obviously the leader, and either side of him were his bodyguards.

"Oh, wakey wakey. Welcome to the Black Vulkar head quarters." He laughed, and the guards laughed with him. I shuddered.

A green Twi'lek male who was standing to the leader's right spoke next. "What is your name, woman?" A looked straight at him with my 'you-are-scum' face. The grin he gave me said 'I am a git'.

"You are afraid of me." I said to him, using the Force to influence his thinking.

"I...am afraid of you!" He backed away and hid behind one of his companions.

The leader spoke again. "I was considering keeping this one for myself, but she seems to have a foul attitude." He walked in a circle around me. "I have a better idea. She can go as the Vulkar share of the price in the upcoming swoop race." He turned to the green Twi'lek. "Kandon, sort the woman out some more appealing clothes, and lock her away until the race. Or are you too scared?"

Kandon scowled at me. "Come, woman."

"I will not go anywhere." I used the Force again. It worked.

"She is not going anywhere, Brejik."

"You useless fool, Kandon. Use an obedience collar." Kandon did his 'git' grin again, and fastened a new contraption around my neck. My feet started shuffling after him, despite me trying to keep still.

He led me to another smelly room. "You will stay in here until the race. If you are hungry, press that button. Your new clothes will arrive soon." He turned and left the room.

I sat on the bed and waited.

A week later, they had not taken the collar off. In fact, after Kandon had left, I had remained alone, which was to my liking.

A man entered the room carrying a black bundle, which he dropped onto the floor. "The swoop race is tomorrow, and Brejik says you will wear this. Put it on now." The obedience collar made me do it. He had the decency to look away as I changed into the disgusting clothes.

"I am done."

"Good. Now you will wear this." I recognised the device he held to be the neural restraint collar. He fastened it on, and everything disappeared once more.

But this time, I knew how to escape.