A/N - Thank you ShotgunChief and lil-runawayfor reveiwing! Been really busy so haven't had much time to clean this chapter up before posting, but didn't want to leave anyone hanging any longer so here it is. WARNING adding a little almost romantic twist in this chapter but don't worry, it doesn't stick aorund for long. Also the character of Joran is based off my best friend (kind of a thank-you for always sticking by me) so tell me what you think! I may write a story focusing only on him later.

Coruscant Temple

Cyan only awoke three days later from the accident. She blinked her eyes in the sudden brightness that was the medical centre of the Jedi Temple. It took her only a few minutes to remind herself of where she was and what she was doing.

After her eyes adjusted to the light she looked around. A Jedi Padawan sat nearby meditating. She figured he was about her age.

As if sensing her silent scrutinizing of him he opened his eyes and looked at her.

"You okay? You must have taken a bad knock on the head you've been out longer then the other survivors." He asked. Cyan was surprised to hear a note of concern in his voice, after all she was a complete stranger.

She suddenly realised he was waiting for an answer.

"Yeah, all right I guess." She said as she sat up. She was a little surprised to find her throat so dry.

"You've been out for three days." The Padawan continued, "They may not have even found you but my Master stopped by with me to do a second check for survivors and we found you. The Force must have been with you."

Cyan decided that he talked a lot.

"You thirsty?" he asked her.

"Yeah a bit." Cyan replied.

The Padawan grinned and using the force lifted a glass of water off a passing nurse's tray and pulled it towards them. Cyan caught it easily.

"Joran!" the Nurse snapped. "You shouldn't be using your powers to show off! Hasn't your master told you that a thousand times?"

"Sorry…" He replied a little sheepishly.

Cyan couldn't help but compare this to her Sith training. She had been told to use the Force as she wanted for whatever reason. She hadn't thought of the Jedi as this, well, different.

The next thought that occurred to Cyan was that this Padawan, Joran was the one she was here to turn or destroy.

After finishing her drink she lay down to sleep again.

--

"Are you sure?" Luke Skywalker asked the doctor who had been in charge of healing the injured slaves from the accident.

"Most definitely. That girl has a rather high midi-chlorian, equal to some of the Jedi here I will assume" the doctor replied. "But there is something odd about them, a few of the midi-chlorian appear to be dormant… I've never seen anything like it before."

"I have…" Luke said as he was thinking. "Keep an eye on her."

--

Cyan feigned sleep as the medi-crew did their rounds. When everyone appeared to be sleeping they gossiped and Cyan was using the opportunity to gain whatever knowledge she could about the Temple. When they stopped by her bed they started to talk about her.

"That Padawan, Joran, was in here again…just to see her though"

"Well he was the one who rescued her from the accident…"

"Like that's the only reason…"

"His a Jedi! Or at least a Padawan!"

"His still male…"

So her master's plan was beginning to work. Joran seemed interested in her. She should have been pleased but she wasn't. And that voice still spoke in the back of her mind.

--

The next day Cyan was allowed out of the medical room and to walk around the Temple. Joran arrived to show her around. They were walking down a hall that was lined with statues of fallen Jedi Masters. Joran would stop to tell her some of the stories. Usually when she heard stories of the 'Great Jedi Masters' she would be completely bored. For some reason being in the Jedi Temple made it seme interesting. That thought scared her so she pushed it away deciding that if she knew her enemies she would fight better.

"Galena-Cara!"

The words were so loud this time she heard them properly. She stopped right in front of a statue. The statue was of a man. His long hair showed he must have been a Jedi for quite awhile.

"That's the Jedi Master Arnav." Joran said as he stood next to her.

"What happened to him?" Cyan asked.

"He was slain by the Sith and his apprentice was stolen. That was when ten young Padawans were all taken. They're probably all dead" Joran's voice was almost bitter.

"Who was his apprentice?" Cyan asked curiously

"A young girl named Galena-Cara…"Joran sighed, "I kind of remember the panic it caused. Arnav was the first Jedi Master to be slain even though other Padawans had been taken."

Cyan barely heard his words. The voice in her mind was clearly saying that name.

"Galena-Cara, Galena-Cara, Galena-Cara…"

--

Joran had left the girl back at the medical room before he realised that she had never told him her name. He wondered why he hadn't asked.

He couldn't help but sense that there was something different about her. But he couldn't place his finger on it.

"Hey Joran!" a voice yelled from down the hall. Joran turned to find his best friend Alran running up to him. Some people liked to joke that the two boys could almost be twins. Both where medium sized male humans, both eighteen years old with only a month between they're birth. Both boys had the same blonde/brown hair and the same love for adventure. The other mane differences came after that. Alran had blue/green eyes and loved to read, Joran had dark brown eyes and a love for piloting and his Lightsaber. His Master, Luke liked to say that he was the same at that age. A lot of Jedi seemed that way.

"Alran! I haven't seen you all day!" Joran said grinning at his friend.

"That's 'cause you've been with your girlfriend!" Alran said. Joran could tell it was meant to be a joke but it came out slightly harsh.

"One, she's not my girlfriend, two, what are you so upset about?" Joran asked

"I dunno, she just gives me a cold feeling…" Alran said uncomfortably

"What do you mean?" Joran asked a little defensively. He hadn't known the girl that long but he hadn't noticed anything like what Alran was describing.

"Like, a really bad feeling, that something is not right and she's not what she seems to be. Plus I think she looks like a Sith." Alran said in a rush. "Plus their's those strange tattoos on her feet." He added as an after thought.

"Alran you can't decide someone looks like a Sith based on their looks!" Joran cried out hotly.

"You're just saying that because you like her…" Alran muttered.

Joran went to argue back but then stopped and thought. Yes he was strangely attracted to this girl. Maybe she wasn't as eye-catching as some of the girls he had met, but he liked her dark brown hair and almost simple looks. Then there where her eyes. He had never met a human with dark golden eyes before.

Alran looked at his silent friend quizzically.

"By the Force you really do have it bad for her don't you!" he cried out

"Be Quiet Alran! It's not like that at all! There's just, I dunno, something." Joran snapped at him.

"Whatever…" Alran said back not convinced.