A/N: This chapter is going to be dedicated to my kind anonymous reviewers, Miranda and Kathleen, thanks a bunch! Also, this is going to a pretty short chapter so I apologize in advance.

Disclaimer: Does anyone really want me to own Star Wars? I thought not...

Chapter 8: Impossible Odds

The planet of Csilla was sparsely populated, the only inhabitants being primitive natives, making it easy to land undetected. This was the last place Amira knew Revan had visited. She hoped that Revan was still on the barren planet...it would make her quest that much simpler. Honestly, she had no idea where to begin looking. All she knew was that the Force was strong here...she planned on finding the source of that power in the chance that it could lead her to Revan.

She stumbled through the dense brush for what seemed like an eternity before reaching an empty plateau. She would have gone further had she not heard some movement behind her. Immediately, her lightsaber was ignited and in her hand and ready for any kind of attack. A blonde haired man stepped from the brush instead and Amira put her lightsaber away.

"What are you doing here?" she breathed.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't just let you go without some sort of protection. It's dangerous out here on your own. Especially with this planet being so strong with the Force." Mical said stepping closer to her. "There is a great darkness here, Amira."

"You weren't supposed to come!" she screamed at him. "I told you...and you still..."

"Please understand...I had to come. It was not my choice." Mical explained. His eyes echoing his worry and lines beginning to crease his young face.

Amira took a step backward and slumped against a nearby tree. "You have to leave. Now."

"I can't nor will I do that." Mical said, as he stood taller. "I just want to help, Ami."

"I had to do this on my own, Mical! You don't understand!" Amira brought her hand to her forehead and wiped off some beads of sweat.

"I am trying to understand, Amira, but you are a complex woman." Mical said softly.

Amira began shaking her head. "I love you...and that is why you're going back. You can't stay here. Not with me."

"You are my wife! I have the right to stay here and protect you!" She was about to protest when Mical began speaking again. "Besides, there is only one mode of transportation back."

"You didn't-"

"I'm sorry, it was the only way to follow you without being detected." Mical said, Amira could sense the guilt rolling off of him.

"You snuck aboard my ship? Oh, Mical..." Amira sighed and walked up to him, placing her hand to the side of his face. His skin was warm underneath her cold fingertips.

"Please, Amira, let me stay and protect you." Mical said quietly. "I can't live without you."

They embraced and she wanted nothing more than to go back to Dantooine with him. She could easily give the coordinates of the planet to Carth and he could send a search team out to find Revan. But what if she was gone by the time they arrived? Without the Force, they would have no way of knowing where she had gone. It was hard enough for Amira to find out what planet she had gone to...and she had done it by drawing heavily upon the Force.

No, she could not go back, and she knew Mical would not go and leave without her. She ran her hands through his hair tenderly. She had to find Revan; this was her last chance to prove to herself and everyone that she was capable. Capable to remain a Jedi Master. She, of course, had doubts that she could do it. But with Mical here, her doubts and fears seemed to disappear from her mind.

"It would seem we are in this together," she said into his ear. She noticed his lightsaber hanging from his side. "At least you are well equipped...although you might want to lose a few layers of the robe. It gets pretty humid here."

"As you wish." He said with a smile.

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"Why didn't he listen!" She cried out into the silence. "He shouldn't have come! He...should still be alive..."

Amira began sobbing hysterically. She could no longer contain the urge to cry. All the unshed tears were let loose and she wailed, using the Force to occasionally through a random item at the wall. Hearing the noises from outside in the halls, a dark-haired man banged on the door a few times. Amira contemplated leaving him outside and continuing her grieving and mourning. Eventually, she got up and opened the door.

"Are you alright?" Amira was surprised to see the Admiral standing there. "Amira?"

"Oh, Admiral Onasi. I'm sorry about the noise. I didn't wake you, did I?" Amira said worriedly.

Carth's face warmed up seeing Amira. He held the young woman in very high esteems. "It's alright, I was awake. Besides, you could never do anything to bother me. I owe you for trying to find Revan."

"But I failed. I couldn't find her, Carth." Amira said solemnly.

"Yes...well, it isn't important now." Carth stood there for a moment. "May I?"

"Oh, yes, of course. My apologies, I haven't been feeling very well as of late." Amira let Carth inside her room and closed the door behind them. "So what are you doing here on Dantooine?"

"Actually, I've come to personally extend to you my condolences on Mical's death." Carth said quietly.

Amira turned her face away to hide the pained expression. "I see. Well, I thank you."

"I feel responsible. If I hadn't brought up Revan or asked you to-"

"No. It is not your fault." Amira replied quickly. Carth noticed the pain and anger in her eyes.

"You believe it's your fault, don't you?" Carth stated knowingly.

Amira remained silent.

"I can tell, you know. The messy room, the broken items, the red eyes." Carth said pointing it all out.

Amira's eyes fell to the floor. "I don't think it's my fault. I know that it is."

Carth nodded sympathetically. "I understand. I felt responsible for Revan's disappearance...hell, I still do."

"Carth-" Amira began desperately.

"No, hear me out. I can relate to your pain." Carth leaned closer to her. "I also know that you loved him."

"Were we that obvious?" Amira said while rolling her eyes.

"I just know love well. The secret looks, the hidden smiles, and the brushing up against each other "accidentally". I'm not a fool, Amira." Carth smiled to himself as he remembered the days that he and Revan had shared, doing similar activities. "Point is...you need to learn to let it go. The hate, the anger, the grief. If you don't, it will destroy you."

"For a non-Jedi, Carth, that was a very Jedi-like statement." Amira smiled.

"What can I say? You try being around one for several years and not pick up on the cryptic routines." Carth said jokingly.

"I can't." Amira said finally.

Carth's smile disappeared. "That is your choice. I just wanted you to know my opinion on the matter."

"I appreciate the kindness and advice, Carth. But I can't let it go. I may never be able to let it go..." Amira decided that she could trust Carth. She had met him several times and they were already decent friends. "I'm going to find him, Carth."

Carth immediately knew what she was talking about. "I got the revenge I always wanted when I killed Saul. It didn't bring me the peace I thought it would. Get the revenge you want, Amira, but don't let it consume you. Or, in the end, you will have nothing."

Amira had no clue how this man was able to read her like an open book...but it was creepy. He had known just what to say and his words affected her deeply. Would revenge consume her? Perhaps it would; perhaps she would end up with nothing but memories and pain in the end. But that was the risk she was willing to take to avenge Mical. It would be almost impossible to find his killer...

"I'll take those odds." She said to herself silently.

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