A/N: Here are two deleted scenes that I had originally wrote for the below chapters. Each is the reality part and the flashback stayed the same for both. So feel free to read these two deleted scenes and ENJOY! I'll be starting on the sequel soon! Oh, and review!

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Chapter 7: The Darkside Takes Control

Tears spilled over her cheeks like a river trickling through a quiet brook. The memories continued to grow stronger and stronger each night. Force, she wanted him back so bad. She longed for him with every fiber of her being. She could not accept his death...she never would be able to. Amira felt as if there was a part in her heart that was empty. Broken.

She could not live without him. He had been her life...she had chosen him over her duty as a Jedi. She chose him once; she would do it again and gladly. The day before she had gone over most of the events that had led to his death, even as she probed her mind for the information...she could not remember who had killed him. That frustrated her to no ends. All she wanted was a clue, a hint as to who murdered her love.

All would be set right...she would see that it did. Amira would have justice for Mical. The person who was responsible for all her pain would suffer and then would die...slowly and painfully. She would hold them by the throat and watch as they died. It was her only thought and goal now. She was prepared to do anything that was required of her to get her revenge.

Time was now constantly against her. Every minute that passed, Mical's murderer got farther away. She began biting her nails nervously; it had always been such an awful habit. She realized that she had no plan...she needed a plan. Without a plan, there would be no way to find the murderer. She needed to start thinking logically and analytically.

"Perhaps I need help...perhaps I need someone's assistance." She said to herself quietly.

You don't need anyone's help. The last time someone tried to help...your husband ended up dying. Do you want a repeat performance of that? I didn't think so. What you need is information. The holocrons in the archives will have the information you seek.

"The holocrons are off limits to non-Jedi Council members. I can't access the Jedi holocrons..." she answered herself back.

I didn't say Jedi holocrons...you need the Sith holocrons. With them you will be able to achieve knowledge and power far greater than an average Jedi and with that power and knowledge you will be able to hunt down the killer. That is what you want, isn't it? Amira nodded to herself. It made perfect sense, and she had given up arguing with the dark voice in her head a while ago. She would attain the holocron...and you will get your revenge.

Amira grabbed her lightsaber and attached it loosely to her belt. She would get the holocron...no matter what the cost. She walked stealthily towards the library archives. Once there, Amira quietly stole the one holocron she would need. The darkside holocron. They had found it on Korriban and they knew immediately, due to its dark aura, that dangerous knowledge resided within it.

On her way back, the worst possible thing happened. She ran into Selena. You must do whatever needs to be done. Show no mercy...

"Good evening, Master Darrah. What were you doing in the library?" Selena asked innocently. "Is...is that a Sith holocron?"

Amira turned away. This girl was in more danger than she knew.

"What are you going to do with it? You aren't planning on using it, are you? You can't use it if you...are...lightside." Selena noticed the darkness in Amira's eyes. "What's wrong? What has happened?"

"Go." Amira said in a dangerous tone. She is a threat, a liability. You must destroy her. She will threaten your plan. Mical's killer will go free.

Selena froze. "You...you are still a Jedi, right?"

Amira looked around, panicked. There is no one around. No one will know. If you want to access the information, you must fall to the darkside. It is the only way that you will find any peace. "I am sorry."

Selena's face was that of a frightened kinrath pup. "What? No...Master Darrah!"

What Amira remembered about her fall was that it was...silent. It had built up slowly...and she didn't resist. All the way to the library, all the way into the hall...and when she met up with Selena...it was silent. She might have had a few traitorous thoughts as she stood there in front of the young and innocent girl. But they too...were silent. She would always remember that day. The most silent day of her life...the only sound that was made that Amira heard during that day was the sound of her lightsaber igniting and the sound of Selena's terrified screams.

The darkside was now in control. She would have her revenge...and she was doing this all for him.

Chapter 11: Surprise Reunion

The constant ticking of the clock was her only companion as she lie awake in the dark of night. Her thoughts revolved mainly on that dream. She knew that something had been wrong. Mical had been worried about something, but at the time, she didn't care too much. She had just been so happy to be with him again. Now she wondered what he had been worried about. Perhaps he had known something that could have changed his fate.

Again, she felt the weight of his death pressed upon her shoulders. This was getting annoying, she should be able to get a decent night sleep but she couldn't due to these dreams. No matter what anyone told her, she knew that the dreams were clues; they would lead her to the killer. That was alls he could think of. Revenge. She prayed that the revenge would give her the peace she hungered for.

There was a small beeping at the door. Amira would have recognized it anywhere.

"T3!" She ran and opened the door quickly, revealing a two foot tall astromech droid.

"Beep-bwoop!" T3-M4 said happily.

"Where have you been? Who brought you here? The last time I saw you was when Bao-" Amira then noticed the Iridonian-Zabrak standing behind T3.

"Good to see you too, General." Bao-Dur said with his arms crossed and a smile on his face.

"Hey! I didn't know you arrived! I thought you were still on Telos, helping the Ithorians." Amira said, surprised.

"I was. I came back." Bao-Dur noticed the messy bed. "Restless night?"

"Oh...that. Yeah, I haven't been sleeping well." Amira said, brushing aside the comment. "How have you been doing? It looks like you've taken good care of T3."

"Yup. I did my best to make sure the little guy stayed in perfect condition." Bao-Dur said.

"Bwoooooooooo." T3 said sadly.

"Yes, I miss him too." The sadness in Amira's voice was obvious.

"Hey, General?" Bao asked quietly. "If you ever need to...talk...about anything, let me know."

"Of course." Amira said thankfully. "I always appreciate the help and consideration, Bao."

"Anytime, General."