Lost Love Chapter 19:Shocking Revelations, a star wars fanfic

A/N: I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! This chapter is dedicated to everyone who has reviewed so far! Thanks so much! Now you all are finally going to find out who killed Mical!

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Chapter 19: Shocking Revelations

Amira traced her hand on the edge of the windowsill lightly as she opened the window to get some fresh nighttime air. She grabbed a brush on her nightstand and begun to brush her hair out. It had been a long day and she was tired...yet her mind kept her awake. She couldn't sleep, not when he was so close. Amira could sense her husband in the next room over.

Closing her eyes, she could see his chest rising and falling in synchronization with his breathing. Amira was content with using the Force to see Mical. She knew it wouldn't be possible to share a room with him while they were in the Enclave. Everyone already suspected, if they were caught together, that would just confirm the rumors. Amira sighed and opened her eyes, while continuing to brush her hair out.

She was bored...bored and restless. There really wasn't anything to do this late at night other than enjoy the peace and quiet. Several iriaz ran pass her window, both racing the other across the open fields. They were carefree and had no worries. Amira yearned to be able to have no worries. The pressure of being a Jedi was intense, but Amira had chosen this life.

When Amira took a step back and really looked at her life, she realized that she had a better life than most. The only thing she didn't like was being under such heavy rules and laws. Amira had never been one who was rebellious, but even she had to admit that it was difficult being under such heavy surveillance all the time. Jedi were never easy to fool and hiding her marriage with Mical was extremely difficult. But it was also worth it.

There was a soft knock on the door. Amira put her brush down and walked quietly to the door. Opening it to reveal a blonde-haired man standing there.

"Mica-er, Master Disciple? What are you doing up so late?" Amira said; she had to be careful talking with him. There were cameras everywhere and the Jedi were sometimes too observant for their own good.

"I was wondering if we could...talk...about some matters?" Mical said, enunciating the word 'talk'.

Amira smiled. "Of course, please come in."

The moment the door closed, Mical and Amira embraced passionately. Amira rested her head on his chest and breathed in deeply. Smiling, Mical brought Amira's chin up and kissed her again tenderly. She replied eagerly and kissed him more passionately, while running her fingers through his blonde hair. Mical placed his hands on her hips and she wrapped her arms around his neck as she leaned in further for the kiss.

Amira broke the kiss, "Force, you shouldn't tempt a desperate woman, Mical. It's not nice."

Mical kissed her again. "I don't have to be nice all the time, do I?"

"Force, I hope not." She laughed and leaned closer to him.

"I couldn't sleep. I was a bit...bored. So I decided to drop by." Amira raised an eyebrow.

"So you're looking for some fun?" Amira said, her voice dripping with lust.

"Actually, I did need to talk to you." Mical said as Amira laughed.

"Yeah, that's what I figured. Can't it wait?" She said as she kissed him vehemently.

"Well..." Mical said hesitantly.

Mical cupped Amira's face in his hands and looked compassionately into her eyes. She smiled, and he smiled back at her. Amira never could have imagined being married to a more perfect man. Mical was respectful, trustworthy, and extremely loving and compassionate. She loved him so much...and she knew that he loved her back. Mical wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her tighter to him.

"Didn't you say that we should do something to celebrate my return?" Amira said while playing with a wisp of his hair.

"I believe I did say something of that sort, didn't I?" Mical swung her around a couple times. "Now, what is it that you would like to do?"

Amira laughed. "Hmmm, I'm alone in a room with my loving husband, of which I haven't seen in about a month, and it's dark. Let's see...what would I like to do?"

Even though it was dark, Amira could see Mical's cheeks heating up. She laughed again and kissed him vigorously, savoring each kiss.

"I see, well, in that case-" Mical lifted Amira up in his arms and kissed her on her forehead. "I am yours to command, my love."

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For once since Mical's death, she felt more at peace and happy...with the exception of feeling sick most mornings. She figured it was just the flu or some type of passing cold so she took no notice to it. She remembered that she had a meeting with Admiral Onasi and quickly changed into some dark robes. She looked at herself in the mirror and noticed her skin was slightly paler than before. The darkside was beginning to change her appearance.

Amira grabbed her lightsaber and hooked it onto her belt. She casually walked out of her room and down towards Citadel Station's main apartment complex. The rooms there were a lot more comfortable than her own room and were mainly for high-ranking official's use. Which would explain why Admiral Onasi resided there. Amira turned a corner and suddenly felt slightly weak, and she felt sick again.

Taking a couple deep breaths, Amira managed to regain her posture and continued on towards the Admiral's room. She felt a headache coming on but decided that it was nothing and continued to press forward. Amira finally reached the door and it slid open, as she approached it. Carth stood inside staring out at a window, absent-mindedly.

Amira cleared her throat. "Admiral?"

"Yes...oh, Amira. It's you." Carth said, his eyes were red and it looked as if he hadn't shaved this morning.

Amira could sense all the pain within him. She recognized a lot of it as well. That could only mean one thing, but Amira could not dare to even try and say it. "Carth, I have come to let you know that I'm going after Mical's killer and if you find someone with any information at all...let me know."

"I will do what I can to help...although, at the moment, I do not think it will be very much nor very sufficient." Carth stated sadly.

"Carth-" Amira began.

"She's gone, Amira." Carth said as he sighed angrily. "I should've been there, Amira. I shouldn't have let her go out there..."

Now Amira could hear the anguish and guilt in Carth's voice. She could also hear his heart. It was crying and she knew that only one thing could have happened to make Carth's heart weep like that.

"Revan." Amira stated more than asked.

"They...they found her body on Nar Shaddaa." Carth said, continuing to gaze out to the stars. "I failed her, Amira. I failed her."

Amira stumbled back and took a seat. "Are they sure it's her?"

"They sent a picture to me of the body. I confirmed it...I confirmed that Revan...that Revan was gone." Carth's said as he rubbed his forehead tenderly.

"Oh Carth...I'm so sorry." Amira said sincerely.

"Me too. But sorry isn't going to change anything, is it?" Carth said bitterly.

Both of them stood in silence until Amira finally spoke up. "Carth...how did she die?"

"Lightsaber wound to the back. She didn't even get a chance to act." Amira could see the anger and hate rolling off of the Admiral.

"Carth-" She began again.

"Dismissed. I will do what I can to aid you, but now it's time for your departure. I just need some time alone." Amira nodded and she left quietly.

The whole way back to her room, Amira's mind was cluttered with so many different thoughts, memories, and ideas. Then her mind began to focus...and the memories began to clear. Amira leaned against a wall as the memories came flashing back, each one vivid and so realistic. Amira tried to take some breaths...but it was no use, and she blacked out...

Amira watched all the events of Mical death play out in front of her once again. Mical again stumbled out of the brush, bleeding. Amira watched herself run over to him and try to heal and save him. The darkness around them was beginning to grow more and more intense...Amira looked around and noticed nothing at first glance. There was nothing but darkness and trees, bushes, and silence.

Amira focused harder and the image began to clear...the trees began to disappear and the bushes began to burn away. The darkness began turning into light and a lone figure stood behind the last tree that was there. A face peered around it and smiled sadistically. He stood there and Amira stumbled back and fell to the ground. It couldn't be. It wasn't possible!

The figure was robed in black and continued to stand behind the safety of the tree and watch as an innocent man died. Amira looked at the man with disgust. She wished that this wasn't a memory, but that she was here again so she could kill that man. That man that had brought her so much pain and agony. She knew that he probably had something to do with Revan's death as well.

Lightning struck and lit up the sky, casting the man's face into light. Amira had no doubts who it was now. She felt like an idiot for not figuring it out sooner. It was painfully obvious who it was. Amira's eyes began to water and she cried out at the man.

"Why! Why!" She screamed angrily. But the man did not hear her.

"Stay with me, Mical!" Amira could hear her own voice speaking desperately.

Amira shook her head and locked the image in her mind. It would be useful to fuel her anger, hate, and lust for revenge.

Amira awoke and uttered one name with complete hatred. "Atton."

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