Disclaimer: This story is based on George Lucas's series of movies Star Wars…I claim most of the characters, I just base the ideas on the movie…so don't sue me…

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I walked into the room silently as the doors hissed shut behind me. After looking around at the council I faced the head masters Yoda and Mace Windu. I bowed to them and waited for them to speak.

"Summoned you we have, because much turbulence within the federation we sense," Yoda began.

"What kind of turbulence?" I questioned.

"The force is growing unusually strong in the center of the federation, but the odd and most disturbing thing is that it's not coming from only one entity," Mace Windu sighed. "But as more Jedi's die their force reappears inside the federation territory."

"How can that be? Do you think the federation found a way to revive the dead Jedi?" I was shocked.

"Worse we fear, infiltrate you must, the core of the federation," Yoda sounded foreboding.

"Yes master, I'll do my best to discover the source of these 'reincarnations' if that is what they actually are," I answered dutifully.

"Not so fast Déshawn, you'll need help. I'm going to send Raena Colonya with you, since your mission is going to involve stealth you will need the best with you. Whatever you do, you must NOT be discovered," Mace Windu stressed to us.

"Of course master, I wouldn't want to injure anyone within the Federation," I joked in a formal way getting an annoyed look from Raena. I usually received at least a smile from one of the Master Jedi's with these types of jokes, however something was seriously wrong.

"NO detection of your presence must be allowed to spread Déshawn, this is vitally important," Mace Windu's voice was laced wit concern, and it was the closest he'd ever gotten to being afraid and this shook me. One of my stronger pillars seemed to weaken although he didn't show the slightest crack.

"Yes master, my apologies. I'll leave immediately," I tried to recover my mistake.

"Unnecessary an apology," Yoda always made me feel comfortable with his ability to show his emotions to the fullest extent while showing no change in composure. "Protected the soul is by laughter, and encouraged it is. But timing, too, is essential; careful, you must be."

"Yes master, is that all?" I asked eager to get into battle again.

"Yes Déshawn, but be careful, your urge for battle shows, and you must suppress it this time," Mace Windu gave me an indicative look.

"Yes master."

"May the force be with you," Mace Windu and Yoda both bid me.

"And you masters," I bowed out and turned towards the door but Raena stood still.

I walked out in the hall to wait for her, and trying to not listen in on her conversation, I close my eyes and meditate for a minute. Reaching into myself, where I knew my force dwelled the strongest I tried to focus on the mission ahead, but I was mentally pulled into the room where Raena was talking to the council.

"I'm worried about working with him on a mission of this sensitivity, he is extremely skilled, but he's not entirely humble. I'm afraid he might cause an eruption," she complained.

I opened my eyes and tried to quell the anger that had risen in me at her words. Knowing I was sensitive to any questioning of my integrity I swept off to prevent an altercation I didn't want to cause. Reaching my room I unhook my light saber from my belt and drop it on the bed. Going through my drawers I try to find my smoke pellets but I only run across one of them. I pocket it, take off my brown cloak replacing it with my black one, I grab my mini-oxygen tank and put my light saber back onto my belt. Then I leave to return to my meeting point to wait on Raena. Within a couple of seconds she arrives with a suppressed air about her, and I sensed something she had been hiding from me was now buried even deeper. As I went to speak her brisk manner showed that she wanted no prolonged conversation lest she expose herself to, possibly, the one she's hiding from.

"Hey Raena what's goi-" I start before she cuts me off.

"You're late where were you?" She says in a curt tone.

"Says the girl arriving after me," I snicker.

"I saw I had time to leave and come back, and clearly did as you're just getting here," she snapped.

"Guess I should sprint next time huh?" I answer raising an eyebrow.

"If you're going to blow our cover joking around, then stay behind."

"And if you're going to die because you piss the wrong person off, you should choose your words more carefully," I forcibly grab her arm and answer in a tone I haven't used since I first met Trance 5 years ago.

She yanks her arm out of my hand, which willingly releases her from my strong grip, and storms off towards the pod in a manner indicating she hoped to have a reason to leave me, such as my steadily slow movement, but she knew she couldn't because she'd need all of my skills and I could suffice without hers. I smirked openly and not because I'd caused her to back down, but because I'd opened her up and she didn't even know it, as she just admitted to me what she had to the Jedi Masters. However my smile disappeared as I realized that Yoda's words were proven once again that "blinds and overrides all composure, anger does." On that note I doubled my pace and barely leapt into the cockpit to the passengers seat. Leaning back in the comfortable furniture, again for the second time in one day, thought of my past. And the most important figure had been Shomari "Deuce" Jackson. His nickname was Deuce for the double knives he kept as his light saber although they were ¾ the length of a normal light saber, which showed extreme outer body strength on his part because his blades moved faster than any known Jedi's. However Shomari knows there is one person that could match his speed, although nobody had ever watched him and me duel each other with steel weapons. However steel weapons were 95 of our hand-to-hand combat successes. My brother was a difficult person to understand, many times our relationship as direct blood relatives was the only reason for my life, because as close to him as Shomari believed I was, I knew he was out of my range. And this made 3 different truths in the world: the mutual beliefs between me and him that we were the same in combative techniques, the outside worlds mutual belief that I was far beyond Shomari's level because of my inexcusably honed ability to control the force within me and others, and my personal knowledge, not just belief, that I could never beat Shomari hand-to-hand, and that my victory would have to be one of brain power. Ruthless, unforgiving, and the most caring person in the world, Shomari was my only brother and only person I've ever really hoped would not come into deaths arms. Coming out of my reverie I looked up to the navigation HUD on the piloting controls showing we were only 60 of the way there. So I figured I'd open her up some more with a few well-chosen words.

"So tell me, why don't you trust me?" I asked leaning back in the chair to her annoyance.

"What do you mean?" she stammered. "Did you lis- come up with crazy ideas? Like the fact you are an accomplished Jedi."

I smiled that she'd already almost slipped already; this was going to be too easy for me.

"No you told me," I responded in a nonchalant and honest voice. Her cheeks glowed crimson.

"W-when, what do you mean?" she answered speeding the ship up.

"When we just fought, you told me you didn't trust me," I slowly backed the speed back down when she glanced at me with silent abilities. "You said 'If you're going to blow our cover joking around, then stay behind' clearly to me."

"Well I didn't mean it, I was mad, you know how that goes," she tried to laugh it off.

"That reminds me of something Yoda said about anger, that it 'blinds and overrides all composure.'" I quoted.

This must've done the trick, "you know, you are a good Jedi. I guess you do listen better than I thought."

"So then what was that comment about me as an accomplished Jedi being a 'crazy idea?'"

"I guess I was wrong huh?"

"So tell me what you know about this mission, because I'm clearly under informed," I sat straight up looking at her seriously for the first time, since I'd gotten her to confide useless facts in me without being upset although the important one was still only while she was angry.

"What do you mean? I know as much as you."

"Now your lying, otherwise I'd be out here alone looking for the one partner I actually want, and getting to go through the federation in massive battle waves like I like it."

"So they switched your forte for one time, the variety will do you good."

"Bull, they sent the best with me because it's excessively important that I don't act out as I'm usually allowed to. In fact I think this is the one time they told me how to go about getting information. Every single other time I was on my free will. So they had to have told you more or you might've let me go like my other partners have. So tell me what's going on." I elaborated while waving my hand clearing non-existent dust from in front of my face using telekinetic powers, one of the "small things" that made my force control so much greater than my brothers.

"Well, I can't tell you."

"Fine then, seeing as how I'm 2nd most important person on this mission I thought I'd be entitled to this information," I complained baiting her response.

"Well seeing as how you yourself named me most important then I guess I'm entitled to-," she started with a cocky tone.

"Wait a minute, who said you were even on the list of importance on this mission?" I continued my silent exercises.

Taken aback she recovered trying to use my explanatory tactics, "well seeing as there's two of us, and our clearly 3rd foe, I would hope you didn't place him above me and that would make me first am I correct?"

"Not even close, I'm the second, you'll know the most important in a few hours, and the 3rd is in fact our foe," I answered. "So that'd make you 1 for 3 right?"

"You know, at your mention of a third party that makes me wonder, why don't you trust me?"

"Unlike you, I have no reason to trust my current partner, but tell me, what clued you in so quickly?" I lean back again intending to delve deeper into her mind.

"Probably when you said 'I'd be out here alone looking for the one partner I actually want' I caught on," she sounded smug.

"Well you're finally right, I don't trust anyone that has a reason to not turn their back on me, however that also means I get to keep a close eye on their hands," I riddle my answer with an metaphorical image.

"That was a nice metaphor but I missed all of it," she answered.

"It means, anyone that has a reason to not trust me isn't trust worthy themselves, but if they watch me, then I can watch them," I explain.

"Okay, point for you, now tell me this, who is this third and most important person?" she answered.

"Only if you tell me why you associated the two as a synonym."

"Well seeing as how I only got one right I assumed that was the start of a roll, and also I thought that I was running out of choices, and hoped you didn't introduce another party."

"Wonderful, this reminds me of a Sherlock and Watson conversation." I was beginning to enjoy this.

She spun to look at me shaking her silky and beautiful hair; I grabbed the chance to slow the throttle back some more, "Sherlock and Watson?"

"Detectives from an Earth T.V. show," I responded quickly, anticipating her confusion.

"And I would be Watson?" she answered.

"Exactly," I smiled boosting her confidence with an insult she couldn't understand.

"So who is this person?"

"Deuce," I answered in a quieter and reserved voice, waiting for her shocked response.

"Deuce?" She yelled angrily, triggering sibling defensive responses and I ran through the choices with computer speed. "He's a criminal!"

My right hand swept my black robe out of the way and my left hand mentally summoned my light saber and, keeping it retracted, I put it to the side of her throat while still retracted. Her mouth opened in a silenced gasp.

"Never…speak ill of my brother," I said hoping she didn't say anything to make me ignite the blade.

"You're…brother?" she skipped the apology; I knew she was sorry she said it even if she didn't lament it.

"Yes, and if you're lucky, he won't kill you like he's done some of my old partners. Which is why the council started sending me out alone," I stand up in a fury.

"He's worse than most bounty hunters because he's slaughtered masses for simplistic and meaningless reasons, at least they get paid for it," she yelled stopping the ship and matching my gestures.

Stunned but looking nothing of the sort, I backed down in unnoticeable ways and decided to hand her some points in my game.

"No he hasn't, he's never killed more than 3 people at once. He was set up those other times, because people readily believe it." I said back defending him.

"Why does he need to kill at all? He's supposedly one of the best fighters around, he's won every match he's been in! I know he's good enough to win without killing, so why does he need to?"

"Maybe it's because he isn't handling the loss of both our parents as well as me." I put my light saber back while yelling to get her comfortable with continuing her onslaught and so I didn't activate it if I lost control again.

"You think that's hard? Have you ever watched an entire village consisted of nothing but those you care about slaughtered and you kept alive to be tortured for fun?" she screamed back.

"Yes! That village was my home, those I loved were my parents, and the torture is this life! And it's worse for me because they stole half my brothers soul!" I sat down quickly and put my feet back onto the control panels pushing myself back unknowingly showing her that I was going deeper into her mind.

Then she smiled, saving our personal troubles for later conversation, possibly for if we got through the mission with a greater mutual trust. Her smile broke into a slight laugh and her eyes sparkled, intoxicating me, but I held my mental stability, a feat not easily accomplished with her smile and eyes in unison.

"What's so funny?" I yelled, for the first time in the conversation unsure of what was coming, but already running through responses.

"You're playing with my mind!" She giggled and I was suddenly in awe.

"You've got to be kidding me!" I matched her laughter.

"Oh no, Mr. Slick just gave himself away!" She was reveling in her final triumph over me.

"What are you on about?" I almost winked at her yet it came out as squinted eyes from my smile.

"You've leaned back with your feet up like that twice so far this trip," she smiled at me and I could see her wit surfacing.

"Okay," I admitting exposure, "but how do you know this isn't some habit of mine?"

"First of all, habits are supposed to have been weeded out by the discipline training of a Jedi, and also, you put your feet up adjacent to some kind of confrontation between us, or some kind of trading of wit," she swore she had me.

"Just one major flaw in your reasoning, you said I did it twice, and you named two reasons why I put my feet up, Watson" I smiled, she left herself open once again so I threw in the extra remark.

She fell silent, and I knew I had the ultimately quicker wit because I'd put my feet up a total of 3 times, although I resolved to take better note of my bodily gestures as she was 100 right. So I sat up and decided to finally get to the root of her being.

"I was messin with you," I admitted with childish guilt.

Perked up she looked at me almost glad I'd said that, as I'd hope.

"You know, you're almost too smart. You've controlled what I've said and how I said it since we met up almost too well," she said. "You shouldn't play with people like that."
"I don't believe in guessing what's coming," I said leaning back again since I'd been exposed to the habit. "That's how I lost most of my family."

"About that what happened with that?" she inquired.

"We're here," I stood up and turned towards the door, "and next time keep a closer eye on your throttle control."

Realizing just how much I was in control of our conversation, she saw I'd slowed the ship down so we could talk longer.

"Why you wicked, slippery…" she was at a lost for words, but she recovered. "Well I guess I'll have to fill you in on our way through this labyrinth."

As she walked by and dragged her hand along my chest in a seductive way, I realized just how much I wanted her, so I grabber her hand and she stopped, looking into my eyes with her pretty chocolate windows to her soul, "you know, it's more of a straight shot than a labyrinth. So I guess I'm navigating and you are security."

"Works for me," she once again gave in to me for a final time.

Walking out of the door I turned the corner and saw a mass of robots all eyes on doors and ventilation, I smiled.