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Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters...except Mical(I own him...he's my Jedi love slave!)

Chapter 3: Uncontrolled Emotions

Space travel was never one of Amira's favorite things to do. In fact, there never had been a time when she liked it. Space was cold and the ship wasn't the largest vessel, which made Amira feel confined and cramped. Normally during transit, Amira would spend her time in the cargo hold training or practicing her Force powers. Today was different, however, because on her way to the cargo hold, she noticed Mical kneeling on the ground.

Panic set in, thinking he was hurt or ill she ran in. Startled, Mical stood up. "Something wrong?"

"Um...no, of course not. I just saw you on the ground and I thought-" She could feel her cheeks heating up as she began to blush.

"Your concern is noted. I am fine." He turned around and began working on some medical machine.

Amira tapped him gently on the shoulder. "What were you doing, anyway?"

"Sometimes I like to simply close my eyes and listen. It is quite relaxing." He answered with a smile.

"Could you teach me how to do it?" Amira asked quietly. Of course she knew how to do it, but it gave her an excuse to talk to him and be in his presence, which was always soothing. He had a certain vibe around him, calm and serene.

"Of course, it would be my pleasure." He said happily. Kneeling to the floor again, both Mical and Amira began meditating.

Amira felt as if the silence was deafening. Opening one eye, she looked at the man kneeling beside her. She continued to probe her mind, trying to think where she had seen him before. "Are you sure we haven't met before."

The blonde man sighed deeply. "You are correct. I have not been entirely open to you about my past. If I look familiar to you it is because we met, only briefly, at the Enclave on Dantooine many years ago. "He paused, reminiscing. "You taught us the ways of the Force, how to hear it sing within others. You were different; we could all feel it. And I knew that if I was to have a Master, I would want it to be you...and then you went to war, many Jedi went to war, and the Jedi Council proclaimed that you were Jedi no longer. I knew then that if you did not want to be a Jedi then you must be correct. I wished to follow your path."

"I...I'm sorry my actions ruined your chance of becoming a Jedi." Amira replied sincerely.

"No, it was my choice. Sometimes I wonder about my choices, though." He said sadly. "You know that it is possible to forget the Force, especially if you never had much training with it in the first place. But I never felt the Force as strongly as I did with you."

"I could train you to feel the Force again." She said confidently. It was the least she could do for the man who had risked his life for her on several occasions, and whom had ruined his chance at becoming a Jedi.

"I think you are right, it is time. My Master, the one who left for the Mandalorian Wars has returned, and I ask her now if she will train me in the ways of the Jedi. So I can become a Jedi Knight, what I was meant to be." Their eyes met and she felt as if they had known each other forever.

"Think of how you felt when you arrived on Dantooine. Think of the wind blowing through the trees on the plains. And finally, think of how you felt when our paths crossed again." Amira could then feel the small spark of the Force growing inside of him. He was now a Jedi. A Jedi that would one day do great things...

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One...two...three...four. She counted the tiny specks on the ceiling in her room, as she lay awake in her bed. Five...six...seven...eight. There were so many of them; all with their own shape and individuality. Nine...ten...eleven...twelve. She could continue counting them all until she was an old woman, but she had a job to do. She was supposed to meet with another Jedi to go over the dreams, but she honestly did not feel like getting any help.

Part of her wanted to suffer. She wanted to feel something...because at the moment she felt dead. Her emotions were barely in check most of the time. Amira knew her life was going in a downward spiral. She also knew that it was her fault to begin with. Of course she could blame someone else for his death, there were multiple people responsible for how everything had played out. In the end, it was she. She who killed him.

But then again, that was the negative part of her self-conscious thought. The positive part had died when Mical had. Closing her eyes, Amira tried to imagine Mical. She could see his face, his lively eyes, brilliant smile, and blood. Snapping her eyes back open, she still couldn't get that image out of her head. The blood that dripped down the side of his face, the large gash across his chest. Amira pulled the covers over her head and wept.

The image would not leave. That was the largest part of the reason why she couldn't look at his picture or think about him. She always saw blood...and death. It was hard to see happy images; images that left a good feeling behind instead of a feeling of desperation and grief. She no longer remembered the happier days, when it was just her and Mical. It was now the dark memories that overpowered her conscious, and sometimes unconscious, mind.

A ringing at her wall phone alerted her to the fact that she was supposed to be somewhere right now. Moaning, she casually got out of bed and turned on the phone. An image of Selena instantly appeared. She looked upset...

"Master Darrah, they said...they said that I couldn't be your apprentice! What am I gonna do? Why aren't they letting you train me? I told them that-"

"Hold on, Selena. Slowly and calmly tell me what happened." Amira said tiredly.

"The Council! They said that I was going to be getting a new Master soon. I then informed them that you were to be my new Master. The exchanged looks and then told me that you were unable to be a Master right now!" She took a breath. "What's going on? You said-"

"Settle down. I will talk to them and see what the problem is. I will train you, Selena, and you will become a great Jedi. I promise." She said calmly, although her inner thoughts were of anger.

"Ok...I trust you." Amira's breath caught in her throat. Mical had said the same thing to her once...before he had died. A tear escaped and rolled down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away before Selena noticed.

"Get some rest, you don't look like you've slept a wink since yesterday."

"Yes, Master." The picture and phone clicked off.

Redialing the phone, Bastila's image popped up.

"Hello? Oh, Amira, what do you need?" Bastila asked.

"You know damn well what I want, Bastila! I want to know why you said that I was 'unable to be a Master right now'!" Amira yelled angrily at the picture on the wall.

Bastila's figure did not flinch in the slightest. "That is why. You are too unstable right now. You are letting your emotions control you and that is the path to-"

"Shut up! I know anger is the path to the darkside! Apparently so are a lot of other emotions that I am exhibiting so basically I'm a walking living darkside path!" Amira said, frustrated. Bastila had no right to judge her! She had lost her husband! None on the Council understood!

"Please, Master Darrah. You must understand that it is for the best." Bastila said calmly, although Amira could feel the tension.

"Fine." Bastila was about to turn the phone off when she spoke again. "I want to earn the right to train Selena. That is all I ask. I need to train that child. Please."

Bastila noticed the desperation in her voice and nodded approvingly. "Alright, you must go see Master Bindo. Talk to him and learn to control your emotions. Only then will the Council allow you to train Selena. Is that clear?"

Amira had always hated that condescending tone in Bastila's voice. Although Bastila was young, she was very wise, and that made Amira angry, because Bastila was also right most of the time. "Crystal."

Amira hung up and flopped back onto the bed. Great, now I'm slowly losing my sanity as well. They only send you to Bindo if you're losing it. Like he'll be able to comfort me. Unlikely...what I need, no one can give. A small plot suddenly began to form in her mind, although she didn't know it yet...

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