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'kay. Enjoy!
--Titan (this story gets kinda gloomy, so it'll seem like I'm bipolar or something--I'm not, tho...'case you're wondering...--'cuz my AU's are kinda cheery. Just wanted to mention that.)

Also! BTW--this takes place between AotC and RotS (as far as I know so far. If it changes, I'll say something)

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You are nothing………you are alone, and you will never be otherwise……………….

"Burns…..burns…..make..make it stop…help….." Darth Sidious entered his young apprentice's room, hearing her mumbling from his own quarters.

"Rise." Sidious ordered his nameless student, knowing she was, however deeply engulfed in her nightmare, subconsiously aware of her Master in her sleeping quarters.

The Sith Lord's apprentice lurched upward in bed, waking up startlingly fast to find herself drenched in a cold sweat. "What is your bidding, my master?" The Sith Angel lowered her head in respect, calming unusually fast.

Sidious remained standing stiffly upward at the foot of his apprentice's bed, "You were having dreams again." It wasn't a question.

"Yes, Master. Faceless, nameless whispers." The Sith Angel stared at her cold hands, marked with jet black, ravenous lines like on the whole of her body. She shifted her soft black-feathered wings. "There was a light. It was scathing, trying to go towards it. I was in agony, but I still was compelled to continue on. I can't explain it very well." It scared her, this longing—this yearn was no figment of dreams—but tried not to betray it in her words. To be a Sith was to be fearless; emotionless.

"It is time," Sidious said in his monotonous drone, "You will attack the Supreme Chancellor of the Republic, you will face Jedi, and then you will know their ridiculous theories of the Force they merely believe they have mastered well."

His apprentice knew perfectly well what Sidious meant by giving this assignment. He wanted her to, at last, face the 'weilders' of the 'good' side of the Force. In by doing that, the Sith Angel will learn to identify and overcome these strange recurring dreams that have been haunting her for about two standard years, now. And that, as a result, will place Sidious's young apprentice one step closer to mastering the true Force, in its whole.

"Yes, Master. I will go to the Chancellor tomorrow." She gave one last bow from her seated position on her bed as her hooded master took his leave.

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At daybreak, the Sith Angel got dressed in her usual black robes and hooded cloak. After eating a small piece of bread, she opened her room window and soared out towards the center of the city where Chancellor Palpatine's office was. She made sure to fly over the smog and clouds—an approximate 14-foot wing span was sure to attract the attention of a speeder driver or pedestrian. Making sure she was prepared for attack and defense, the angel made sure her lightsaber was at her belt.

She reached the Senate building where the offices were and opened the nearest window that was unlocked. The Sith Angel opened the blinds while folding her wings and dropped onto the carpeted floor, to find a middle-aged human senator scared stiff in his office chair. Reflexively, the dark apprentice brought her hand up to choke the man with the Force. After a second thought at her current situation, the young angel hesitantly dropped her hand down, releasing the senator from her hold.

"If you are faithful to the Republic, go to the Jedi Temple. The Chancellor will be captured—tell the Jedi to send their best knight." Hurriedly, the senator scrambled out of his chair as if worried that the girl was going to change her mind about sending him. When she felt his presence leave the level his office was on, the Sith Angel confidently walked towards the hallway, adjusting her cloak to hide her wings and face. I will not fail you, Master. Not this time.

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Ooh...cliffhanger. Bad Titan! (slap!) OW! (rubs cheek) Just R&R...'kay?...Please?...anybody? Helloooo...(crickets chirping)