A/N: Sorry that it took me so long to update! It just seemed that nobody liked the story so i kinda just left it alone...well here is chapter 3...ENJOY!

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Chapter 3

Sometimes Skye didn't believe the Force was as good a gift as everyone thought it was. Sure she could read people's minds, which did come in handy especially when dealing with Atton, and make things levitate with a movement of her hand, which came in handy when she was too lazy to get up and get something. Then there was the downside to it. You were always at risk to falling to the darkside...which could cost innocent people there lives.

Just like her association with Onderon and Queen Talia. Millions of people had been murdered within seconds because of her. It was almost an anchor presentation of what had happened at Malachor. Was this her destiny? Aiding people just so they could die later due to her help? Maybe the Masters had been right...maybe she should have lost her connection to the Force. Maybe she would have sealed that wound in the Force that caused so many terrible things to happen.

Now what kind of thinking is that?

Skye's lightsaber was in her hand and activated before she even turned around. There in front of her was Kreia, her old Sith Master. She continued to hold the hilt of her lightsaber firmly. She wasn't going to underestimate Kreia's power...even in death the old woman would haunt her.

Well? I know you heard me. Don't let the foolish teachings of the Jedi Council destroy who you are, who you were meant to be.

"Dammit, Kreia! You have no clue what I'm going through! Hell, for all I know you probably are a figment of my imagination!" Skye said angrily.

Oh, I don't? Hhmmm, now who is underestimating who? There are many things that you don't know about me...

"Oh yeah? Indulge me." Skye said defiantly.

Why tell you when I could show you?

"What the- ernhhhh...stop! Get...out of...my head!" Skye fell to her knees due to the images that flashed through her mind at an alarming rate. It was almost as if she was experiencing all the deaths at Malachor all over again. "Force no! Please...stop." Her voice became softer and softer as the pain started to overwhelm her.

That was just a taste of the pain that you have wrought.

"Kreia, stop! I can't take...much more." A couple tears rolled silently down her cheek. The old woman's figure started to fade away slowly...

Perhaps I was wrong...we shall see.

And just as suddenly as the images started, they stopped abruptly. And Skye was once again alone. Alone with the painful memories once again. She struggled to her feet...but she couldn't bring herself to get up. All the images...the carnage of war, death on that kind of scale...was immensely painful to face. Mical burst into the room with a concerned face as he ran over and helped her up to her feet.

"Are you alright? Is something wrong?" Mical said as he looked her over for any sign of a wound.

"I'm..." She couldn't keep lying to herself anymore...she wouldn't keep lying to the crew anymore either. For once in her life she needed the help of others, "terrible. A complete and total mess."

Mical was a bit taken aback by the comment but quickly recovered. He waited patiently for her to continue as he helped her over to the bed.

She sat down and began to tell him. "I can't pretend anymore, Mic. I just can't."

"What do you mean. I'm not sure I understand."

"Do you remember when I told you that I was a wound in the Force? Do you remember what you said?"

Mical thought for a moment. "Yes. I told you that that was untrue and that I see the life of the Force when I look at you. I still see life, not death."

"No, I mean what you said after that. That you hoped that I wouldn't go through what I needed to alone. That you wanted to help me." Skye said softly.

Mical nodded.

"You still want to help me?"

"Of course." He said without hesitation.

"Would you still want to help me...even if I didn't have the Force?"

Mical didn't know how to respond to that question. Of course he would help and protect her but what did she mean if she didn't have the Force?

"Curious as to why I ask? Sorry, but you need to sheild your thoughts better...it's kinda hard not to hear them when your thinking loudly." Skye forced a fake smile. "I'll tell you why I ask. I still believe that I am a wound in the Force...a wound that needs to be sealed."

The blonde jedi began to open his mouth but she began speaking before he could say anything.

"Don't. I know what you're going to say. It is the truth I speak. As long as I'm around...more innocent people will suffer." Skye stood up straight and walked towards the door.

"You don't truly believe that, do you?"

"I don't know what I believe, Mical. I just don't know..."

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"Statement: An interesting tactic, Meatbag. But statistically it would be unwise to spare the children just to use them as slaves." Skye walked by HK who was in a deep conversation with Mandalore about the Mandalorian's tactics in the war. Lucky for Skye, they ignored her as she walked by.

Skye continued to head to the one place where she thought she might have some peace and quiet to herself. The cockpit. But luck, fate or whatever you want to call it was just not on her side.

"Get tired of Blondie back there and decide to come entertain me." Skye clenched her fist tightly together before shoving them in her pockets. It was the only thing she could do to stop herself from beating the living crap out of Atton.

"Shutup, Atton." Her voice cracked as she said it. She sat in the co-pilot's seat...hoping that if Atton couln't see her, he would stop talking.

"Claws out today, huh?" Atton noticed how she didn't respond and so he decide to continue. "Hey, look. It wasn't your fault that Onderon..."

"Are you purposely trying to start a fight or you just an idiot?" She said angrily.

"Something up?" Atton said quietly trying to not tick her off again. It was never a good idea to anger a woman...especially a woman who could kick his butt.

"Drop it, Atton. I'm really not in the mood."

"You sure seem to have no problem talking to Mical about it." Atton snapped.

"Is that what this is about! Will you just get over yourself for one minute! I am not in love with Mical! Get it!" She slumped down into her seat.

"Yeah right."

"You know what, Atton? That's it..." Skye got up from her seat and grabbed Atton by the collar of his shirt and pushed him up against the wall. "Mical is like a brother to me...that is it. That is all he will ever be to me...a brother. Ok?"

Atton nodded not sure of what else to do.

"You want to know how I think of you?" Before Atton had a chance to answer Skye was kissing him firmly and passionately on the lips. She leaned in deeper and began kissing him more aggresively. He grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to him. Now their bodies were pressed firnly up against each other.

They broke the kiss and each of them was panting heavily. "Well...that answers my question."

A/N: Hope you liked this chapter! Please review! The more reviews the quicker I update!