A/N: Ok, I'm behind on the updates, I apologize profusely! Sorry! Here is the update, i hope it satisfies you until I can get around to writing the next chapter. Thanks for the patience and all the awesome reviews! I'm contemplating plot ideas for the sequel so yeah...there will definetly be one. I promise that everything will fit together so...keep reading!

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Chapter 10: No More Failures

Atton strode purposefully to Amira's room. She had just gotten back from a trying mission and he decided that he would surprise her with an invitation to dinner at the new restaurant at Khoonda. It would be the perfect chance for him to get closer to her. It would be just him and her. No annoying blonde Jedi wannabe would be present, making the idea even more splendid.

Atton arrived at her door and smoothed back his hair in a futile effort to straighten his hair. He knew she would be so happy to see him. After all, she liked him best. The doubt and fear of rejection stayed in a locked part of his mind, waiting for a chance to get out. He would not let that part of him get out, ever again. If there was one thing that scared Atton more than rejection was becoming the monster he had been before he had met Amira.

She had changed his life. He had to repay her some way; what better way than to show her how much he had changed and become a better man? It was the perfect plan. Atton smiled to himself as he knocked on the door. He was not greeted with the shining, beautiful face of Amira, however. Someone who he'd rather not have been greeted by greeted him.

"Where's Amira?" Atton asked angrily. "What are you doing here?"

"Good evening, Atton. Amira and I were just enjoying a pleasant game of Dejarik. You just missed her however, Amira just left to go make reservations at the new restaurant at Khoonda." Mical said cheerfully.

Atton wanted to strangle him. "What? Who's going with her?"

"I am. You are welcome to join us, of course." Mical offered kindly.

"Save it! I can't believe that-" Atton shook his head, frustrated.

"Is there a problem, Atton?" Mical queried.

"Yeah! You're the problem!" Atton said pointing his finger at Mical accusingly.

"Pardon? I don't understand, Atton. I haven't done anything to you." Mical said raising an eyebrow.

"You stole her from me! She loved me until you came along playing hero!" Atton said with clenched fists to both his sides. "It's not fair!"

Mical shook his head. "No...I think you have misunderstood the feelings Amira and I share. We are good friends, nothing more. The Code of the Jedi forbids it. You know this."

"You're an awful liar, Mical. You think I'm an idiot? I see the way she looks at you...she looked at me like that before we met you and you stole her from me!" Atton yelled at him in a controlled voice.

"Atton, calm down. There is no reason for this argument." Mical said, trying to be the voice of reason.

"I'll calm down when you're out of my way!" Atton paused, letting the threat hang in the air. "I loved her, you know. I still do. If it weren't for you, she would be mine. She only likes you because you pretend to be something you're not."

Mical sighed. "I see that you're going to be unreasonable about this. Ok, what am I, Atton?

"A schutta who has an over inflated image of himself. But that's not all. I have more." Mical rolled his eyes quickly, not letting Atton see. "You pretend to be all noble and heroic. A good little Jedi. That's all you are to her. A little Jedi puppy dog. At least I have some backbone."

"Are you done now?" Mical said nonchalantly. He wasn't going to let Atton have the pleasure of upsetting him. He knew nothing of his relationship with Amira. He would most likely never find out.

Atton looked disappointed. "Well...yeah."

"Good, perhaps we can be civilized now?" Atton stepped forward, trying to scare the younger man but it didn't work. Mical stepped forward as well.

"I will get her back. No matter what it takes." Atton whispered venomously.

"Is that another of your empty threats, Atton?" Mical said quietly.

Atton leaned closer to him to make his point. "I never make empty threats. Watch your back."

Just then, Amira walked happily by and Atton pushed her out of the way as he brushed past her. She looked confused as she noticed Mical's upsetting gaze. She grabbed his hand gently and walked inside. She brushed her lips gently against his.

"What's wrong? What happened just now?" Amira said resting her head and his chest as he held her gingerly.

"It's nothing." Mical said. "How did making the reservations go?"

"Don't try to change the subject, Mical. What happened?" Amira said.

"Atton just being Atton, as always." Mical sighed. "I'm really sick of Atton's threats and his attitude."

Amira rubbed his arm tenderly and reassuringly. "Don't worry. I love you. I chose you to be my husband, not Atton."

Mical smiled. "You're right. I just hate confrontation...especially with Atton. It's like he's determined to hate me."

"I know. Don't let him get to you. He's just jealous. Although, I will admit that he is starting to get on my nerves as well. We shouldn't worry about it, though." Amira brushed a loose strand of Mical's hair back into place. "It's just you and me right now and that's all that matters. As long as we have each other nothing can go wrong, right?"

Mical kissed her gently on the lips. "Of course."

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"You say that these dreams are approaching the point when Mical..." he paused noticing her pained expression, "became one with the Force."

"Yes, Master Vandar. I believe that my dreams may lead me to his murderer." Amira said, a slight tone of hopefulness in her voice.

"You must be careful. Revenge is an easy pathway to the darkside." Vandar warned, his green ears twitching slightly.

"Of course, Master. But if there is a chance that I can bring the person to justice...than I will."

"Hmmm, I sense much confusion in you." Vandar said examining her. Amira hated it when he looked at her because she felt like he was looking right into her soul. He was a good judge of character...he was also the Order's wisest Master.

"It isn't confusion, Master Vandar. I know what I must do. It is more nervousness." Amira admitted.

"And what is it that you plan to do, Jedi Darrah?" Vandar questioned.

Amira feared that she might give too much away so she remained silent.

"Jedi Darrah?" Vandar said breaking the silence.

"Forgive me, Master. I plan to do whatever needs to be done to have justice." She said quietly.

Vandar gave her a sad smile. "You are a Jedi. You must keep to the Code. Do not let your emotions weigh you down. They will deceive you and lead you down a dark and irreversible path. Once you start down the dark road to the darkside, it is difficult to turn back."

"Of course, Master. I will be loyal to the Jedi." Amira said with a conviction that she didn't feel.

"It is good that you know this. I also hear that you have been making quite a mess for the droids to clean up." Vandar said.

"I haven't been sleeping well lately. I tend to...sleepwalk." She lied.

Vandar obviously didn't believe her but he nodded anyway. "I see."

Amira began to leave when Vandar stopped her again.

"Justice is a noble cause when done for the right reason...when done for the wrong reason, it can be an awful cause. I know that you are in pain right now, Amira. But you mustn't let your grief run your life. It will destroy you."

"Yes, Master Vandar."

Amira exited the large room and head down the hallway. The talk with Master Vandar hadn't gone exactly as she had intended it to. It had left her even more confused and bewildered. Was she doing this for a good cause? Of course you are. You are doing this for Mical. Which makes it a noble cause. You did say that you would do anything to get the justice, right? Amira knew the voices had returned. They were now guiding her thoughts.

"Does the darkside have power enough to kill the murderer?" Amira asked silently.

There are many powers the darkside has. All of which could assist you. You would have so much power on the darkside. You would have been able to save your husband, if you had it in the first place. The only way to redeem yourself would be to take the power for yourself and use it to kill the man that has caused you so much pain. He deserves to suffer.

"I just...I don't know what to do. I need some guidance." She again replied to herself.

Then listen to me. I am you and I know what your heart desires. This is what Mical would have wanted. He would have wanted you to avenge him.

"But Mical...I don't think that-"

Silence! Listen for once! This is the only way. Once his murderer is dead...Mical will finally be able to rest in peace. You will also be left with unimaginable power. Perhaps even power to bring him back to life.

"There's...there's a way to bring people back to life? Using the Force?" Amira said, amazed.

There are many powers that the darkside holds. Some considered to be unattainable or not natural. This will be the last time that I will speak; you must decide what to do for yourself.

Amira stood there in silence for a moment. "I wasn't strong enough to save you, Mical. I will not fail again...and I will find and end the life of the one who killed you. I will not fail again."

A/N: Please review...I'm always open for new ideas so just let me know! In the next chapter, T3-M4 will most likely make an appearance so that's your little hint for now!