A/N- Sorry people! My computer glares at machine and kicks it decided to die for awhile! Luckily I didn't lose all my work but it took awhile to get back online! Now that everything is shiny and working again I'll get this story up and completed and start working on the third!

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Kelron held a bacta enriched bandage over the gapping wound on Cara. The guards had informed him that under no circumstances was she to be placed in one of the few Bacta tanks in the fortress. And so he sat with her where she had fallen trying to save her without the Force, too afraid of the consequences.

There was a cry form one of the guards followed by laser fire. Kelron pulled his lightsaber from his side and ignored it.

"Lord Kelron!" came a familiar voice.

"General Khael! What in the Force are you still doing on this rock!" Kelron yelled across the room.

"I am under new orders." Khael said cryptically as more men entered the room.

"Whose?" Kelron said without lowering his saber.

"Grand Admiral Palleon has convinced the Moffs to arrange peace negotiations with the New Republic. The Imperial Remnant has cut all ties to the Sith." Khael said keeping his own blaster trained on Kelron.

"Then what are you still doing here?" Kelron asked.

"I have convinced my superiors that I had noticed one among the Sith who was, shall we say different? You're not what they are." Khael replied.

"Well you were involved in my plot against Narcis so not much guess work there. Why risk it? I could kill you all now and you know it." Kelron said harshly.

"I'm taking a chance on you." Khael said lowering his weapon. "I can help you save the Jedi and form the looks of it your going to need our help."

Kelron nodded and shut down his saber.

Khael didn't waste any time, within a few minutes Cara was in a bacta tank and physically was out of danger. Force related though he didn't have a clue.

Leaving her in the safety of the medical bay he sought out Khael.

"I thought you would come." Khael said when Kelron found him.

"You can imagine I have a lot of questions…" Kelron said evenly.

"Yes well the past has proven the Sith can be difficult as allies… Palleon decided that this time the peace was simply to keep us out of the firing line. We have lost the war against the Republic." Khael said.

"Interesting how we were so concerned with an attack from Jedi or Republic forces that we never even thought to guard against allies," Kelron muttered, "ironic really."

"I must admit though when I discovered your history I requested permission from my superiors to try and convince you to come over to our side." Khael carefully mentioned.

"How much do you know?" Kelron replied just as carefully.

"I know you left a planet in Imperial space, one that we have had trouble locating, I know this planet is your home and is under attack, I know you left searching for a saviour and I know you believe you have found her." Khael watched Kelron's reactions carefully before continuing. "I wish I had known she was the one when we had her on Hoth. I wouldn't have interrogated her at all and immediately sent her to an Imperial strong-hold. You could have escaped your master and saved your people in one stroke."

"Well Narcis may have ruined everything now. I should have dealt with him earlier…" Kelron muttered angrily.

"Sir?" said an approaching Storm-trooper "A ship has entered the planet's atmosphere, it is not a registered Imperial or Sith ship."

Kelron reached out to the Force trying to identify the ship or pilot.

"It's a Jedi." He responded.

"Contact the ship, give them permission to land on the condition that the pilot is unarmed. If necessary use the girl as leverage." Khael said to the trooper.

--

Cara felt like she was hanging motionless in the complete desolation of her own mind. Previously she had simply fallen into the embrace of the Force, but now it was gone and only the poisonous tendrils of the Dark Side reached to the corners of her mind, dragging her into places she would rather not go, taunting her with promised power.

Cara felt like she had opened her eyes. She could see herself, younger, in the dark meditation chambers of Tormel's Sith Temple. A glowing red Holocron sat before her covering her young body in its dark light.

"My Lady?" said a voice at the door.

Cyan's eyes flicked angrily to the door.

The speaker cried out in pain.

It took Cara a moment to remember doing this to those who interrupted her. She had forgotten using the Force to strike at people.

"My lady I'm sorry! The Master calls for you!" The speaker cried out.

Cyan stood, pulling her hood over her face and walked out past the crumpled body of the servant without even a word.

Cara's vision jumped and she could see herself standing beside Tormel. They stood on the raised platform of the throne room, a group of people huddled together below them.

Cara remembered how their fear had filled the room. Hey attention had been drawn to a young girl the same age as herself.

Tormel had exchanged words with a man who had been dragged towards him. On a silent signal one of the guards had pulled out a vibro-sword and killed the man.

The blood sprayed in all directions leaving marks on Tormel and Cyan. The rest of the people had started to scream. The screams had gotten worse as Tormel's guards had stepped in to continue the slaughter.

The young girl had run towards the corpse below the platform and looked up at Tormel with hate.

He had struck her down.

Cyan had not moved throughout the whole ideal.

As Tormel had led her away he finally spoke to her.

Cara could still remember the message.

"You may have wished for that life, Cyan, the life of a normal child but all those things made those people weak. The Jedi encourage much of that, their families even live amongst them despite often have no connection to the Force. This makes them weak, and I abhor weakness. Besides you have never been a normal child. You will never be weak, remember that I have made you strong, you have grown in the grip of the Force and have learnt from me. No, you will never be weak…"

--

Kyle was about to land the cloaked ship when an incoming transmission appeared on the screen.

"Jedi, This is General Khael, Imperial officer and leader of the 501 Legion. We have destroyed the Sith element here and are granting you permission to land. As our governments are preparing to reach peace we ask you to come in unarmed. If you fight us we will unfortunately have to use the Jedi here as leverage. Please comply with these orders."

Kyle weighed up the options. And decided to land.

--

Kyle exited the Raven's Claw and placed his lightsaber and blaster at the foot of the ramp.

In front of him stood General Khael and the same Sith from Hoth.

"I thought you said you had destroyed the Sith here." Kyle said sarcastically.

"And we have, but at the moment these things do not matter. You came for the female Jedi." Khael said easily.

"Where is she?" Kyle asked.

Khael paused to answer his com-link.

"Sir, it's the Jedi she's getting worse." Came the voice.

"We're coming." Khael responded and nodded at Kelron who immediately left.

"I'm going with you." Kyle said firmly.

"No you'll have to stay here. I'll send for you if we need you." Khael ordered and left after Kelron.

Kyle calmed himself. They weren't putting him off that easily.