Chapter 24: Assessment

Obi-Wan stood in the center of the Council Chamber, waiting patiently as Qui-Gon detailed the encounter with Siri Tachi to the Jedi Council. Master Yoda and Windu had already been on their way to Naboo, so the return trip had been quick, and they had left before the new Chancellor and the victory festivities had begun on Naboo. Siri had been sedated for the rest of the stay on Naboo while Qui-Gon had been healed, and the trip home. She was currently in the Halls of Healing, under lock and key in a secure room with an IV of sedatives hooked up to her until a decision could be made of her fate. The council had been gathered and then they had been called.

He knew it wasn't going to be easy to convince them to give her a chance, or him for the matter, and was bracing himself for the revelation.

"...at that point, she overwhelmed me, assaulting my mind with sights and sounds that weren't there through the Dark Side," said Qui-Gon, a frown on his face, "I'll admit, it was an... experience."

Obi-Wan snorted and stepped forward. "That's one way to put it Master."

The Council's focus shifted to him as Qui-Gon motioned to his padawan, "It's best that he take over the report from here in."

Master Windu made a motion for him to begin.

"Siri came close to killing Qui-Gon," said Obi-Wan softly, "She disarmed him, and was about to run him through, but... I screamed at her to stop, and she reacted, diverting her attack into his side instead of straight through him."

Yoda's ears twitch. "Hmm..."

Obi-Wan swallowed under Yoda's scrutiny. "After that she... well, screamed at me for holding her back. I had apparently been a voice of reason to her over the years."

Plo Koon tilted his head, curious. "Were you? Is there a reason for this? To my knowledge you two were never particularly close."

Obi-Wan gave a self-depreciating smile. "The report we gave to the Council eight years ago on the mission to protect Taelson Fry was... not accurate on several things."

That earned him a glare from Master Windu, Obi-Wan smiled a little at it, happily defiant. "Siri and I... had nearly died on that mission, and might have let our emotions get the better of us at one point, developing feelings for one another."

"Of course you did," said Master Windu, sighing, "Continue the current missions report Padawan Kenobi, we will deal with the truth of that one another time."

Obi-Wan closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, trying to release his apprehension into the Force. "Something... happened to Siri then, as she struggled with herself. She moved to the side of the room, and I rushed to check on my master while she seemed internally occupied. I helped him purge the Dark Side affecting his mind, and then focused on Siri. She... appeared to overcome her feelings for me. She grew so cold in the Force, so deep and entrenched in the Dark Side without that holding her back. She..."

He swallowed. "Her eyes turned molten yellow, the Dark Side howled, and she cast aside her name, calling herself Darth Tyrosus."

The uproar that ripped through the Council room was... expected.

"She what?"

"That's preposterous."

"She's a self-proclaimed Sith?"

"If she's that fallen and deluded, why is she still alive?"

Yoda smacked his stick into the floor for silence, eyes hard on Obi-Wan. "Lie the Force does not, lie Obi-Wan does not. Screamed through the Galaxy, the Force did. A Sith, she is."

There was dead silence in the room, before Obi-Wan tilted his chin up a bit and said defiantly, "Was, she was a Sith."

Yoda narrowed his eyes. "Once you start down the dark path, forever does it dominate your destiny. No mere fallen Padawan is she, in absolute darkness, she was. Return from that, no one does."

"I am not finished my report yet, Master Yoda," said Obi-Wan firmly.

"Hrmph," sounded out the little green troll, "Qui-Gon's defiance I sense in you, need that, you do not."

"I am a credit to his teachings," said Obi-Wan mildly.

Qui-Gon was the perfect picture of innocent serenity, though he was not-so-subtly cackling down the training bond. 'I think you've earned a trip to Dex's, padawan mine.'

Obi-Wan's mouth twitched a little. 'I doubt we're going to have time for that. And I may or may not end up suspended or thrown out of the Order for what I'm about to say.'

'If you go, so to will I,' answered Qui-Gon firmly, 'There are other light side sects in the galaxy that we may find support in. I doubt Anakin would hesitate to follow.'

"Continue then, you will," said Yoda.

"The Council will not like what I hear, but I ask that you allow me to finish uninterrupted and save your questions for after," said Obi-Wan.

"Granted," said Master Windu, sighing again.

He had done that alot this report. Normally, Obi-Wan marked that as a sign of him and Qui-Gon doing quite well for themselves. Considering he'd need the Council's approval for helping Siri... it wasn't a good thing this time.

"I would say that we fought, but really," said Obi-Wan, "She destroyed me. Her powers had grown immensely, or rather, she was no longer held back. She turned viscous and cruel, combined with how her Force Presence shifted, I... thought she was a different person. A monster wearing Siri's skin. It felt like the Dark Side was eating her from the inside out. I could hear her, feel her, crying out inside, that she didn't want this, but she couldn't overcome the Dark Side. It was... perhaps the most awful thing I have ever felt in my life."

He took a moment to collect himself before continuing, "She toyed with me, breaking through my shields, and commented on wanting to drive me insane as punishment for always holding her back. She detailed how she might do this, before settling on something that had been an apparent fear of hers early on: To make me believe the Order considered me fallen and worthless, shunned and degraded, in her own words 'your name dragged through the mud for something so out of your control'."

He grew quiet for a moment. "She was very bitter about that, Sith or not."

He let out a breath. "Fortunately, I had never done that to her. She was in my head, a burning, agonizing presence. But there could be no lies or deceptions that deep into my mind. I told her we had never told the Council she had fallen, at least not prior to this mission. She was... bewildered by that, and demanded to know why I would shield a fallen padawan that I supposedly didn't care about. So, I told her the truth."

He looked Master Yoda straight in the eye. "I told her it was because I had loved her. That I still loved her."

The air of heavy disapproval was tangible from the Councilors. Though, Master Koon felt more exasperated than anything else.

"I forced my feelings down the mental connection between our minds from her mental attack, and, for lack of a better description, disrupted the Dark Side within her," said Obi-Wan, "The backlash of it sent us both reeling, but once I recovered, her eyes were blue again, and her Force Presence was in utter chaos. I tried to reach her, to finish drawing her from the Dark. I... caught a memory slipping through her weakened shields..."

"I saw her Sith Master as he 'afflicted'," spat Obi-Wan, "His training on her. It was a brutal thing, forcing her to choose between killing parents or children, implying the other set would be let go. She chose the parents, and he... he slaughtered the children, melting them with Force Lightning, calling it a lesson."

The disgust in the air was pestilent, an affronted grunt from Plo Koon a brief break in the Council's silence.

"I demanded an explanation, of who that was," said Obi-Wan, "She was... shaken by my confession to her, more conflicted than ever, and revealed the truth. She said her Master was a Sith Lord known as Darth Sidious. She revealed that the Sith had lurked in the shadows for the last thousand years, growing, planning, plotting, preparing for their revenge against the Jedi Order. She warned there were a thousand years of machinations in play, that each Sith Lord expanded upon the last, was more powerful. She said Sidious was the most powerful one yet."

"I attempted to argue with her, convince her to return to the Jedi Order and help us hunt him down," said Obi-Wan before he sighed, "But... she began to slip back into the Dark Side. She wouldn't listen, said the Dark Side was the only way she could kill him, that only another Sith Lord could best him. She... tried to recruit me to her cause, to fall and help her kill her Master, but I refused. The situation continued to degrade until Qui-Gon snuck up from behind and knocked her out."

Obi-Wan folded his hands into his robes and waited. Yoda, was the first to voice his thoughts.

"Hmph, see through you, I do," said Yoda, hopping off his chair, walking over, poking his chest with his stick, "Attached you are."

Then the ancient Jedi Master turned and whacked Qui-Gon with it. "Because attached you still are! Taught your padawan to let go, you did not, because let go, you have not! Hmm?"

Qui-Gon winced briefly before clearing his throat. "That 'attachment', as you put it, is the only reason either of us are alive, Siri Tachi didn't completely lose herself to Darth Tyrosus, and that she is now secured within the temple."

Yoda scowled a bit, harrumphing before waddling back towards his seat.

"It would appear," mused Plo Koon, "That attachment is as much of a weakness to the Sith as it is to the Jedi."

He turned to look at Obi-Wan. "Is this what you intend to do, Padawan Kenobi? I can feel your unasked request. You wish to use this attachment to return her to the light?"

Obi-Wan frowned. "I do not wish to use our feelings for one another as a weapon. I want her to be free of the Dark Side and the Sith because I care for her."

"As far as I am concerned Padawan Kenobi," said Master Windu sharply, "You are dangerously attached to a confirmed darksider, a Sith. You should be kept well away from one another lest she draw you into the Dark. You should be not only censured, but reprimanded for such an attachment, and your continual deception to the Council about your mission eight years ago."

"Then you will doom her," said Obi-Wan firmly, and with pure defiance, "Punish me as you see fit, but do not condemn her to remain in the Dark Side because of the Jedi Order's uncompromising and stagnant Code and views."

There, he had said it, and judging by the fierce pride Qui-Gon wasn't even bothering to shield, he stood by Obi-Wan. The entire Council stared at him, but he did not shift his position. The silence was broken in... a way he didn't exactly expect.

"Encourage Qui-Gon to take a Padawan, why did we?" mused Yaddle with humor, "When knew this would happen, we did."

Yoda's ears twitched, a mixture of amusement and exasperation on his face. "Know that, I do not."

"I seem to recall you being the chief agitator in that regard," recalled Qui-Gon before taking a diplomatic approach, "This is a relatively unprecedented situation in our time. Approaching it with an open mind may lead to a favorable result, and not only that. The fact stands that she is our only lead, our only clue, towards finding this 'Darth Sidious'. Without her, we have nothing to even begin to try to find him with. There is no question in this."

"There are ways such information could be forced from her," pointed out Master Windu.

"No matter what they've done," said Qui-gon softly, "No one, not even a darksider, even a Sith, deserves to have their mind violated. And if any of you so much as mention Revan's Cure, I will hand in my resignation to the Order immediately."

Obi-Wan couldn't help but tense at the thought of it, of having one's mind taken apart and a new identity put in it's place. How the Jedi Council of old have ever thought that was an acceptable solution was beyond him.

Mace scowled at him. "That was not what I was referring to. Do not put words in my mouth. I was implying that the collective Council trying to compel her through the Force to speak."

"If we wish her a chance to return from the Dark Side," said Plo Koon mildly, "Then taking such action will only set her against us. I for one believe we should grant Obi-Wan the chance to help her."

"She could be carrying time sensitive information," countered Master Windu.

"I am not for or against this, but I will point out that there is very little chance her Sith Master does not already know we have his apprentice," said Master Piell, "Since he sent her there to begin with, he would be paying attention to the situation. In which case, I assume he would already be covering his trail and attempting to mitigate any damage that she may potentially reveal. He has had a several day head start on us considering the time it took to get her here, let alone come to a decision."

"There is little mitigation that can be done if we get his identity out of her," said Master Windu.

Obi-Wan hesitated. "I'm... not sure she knows."

"And what brings you to that conclusion?" inquired Plo Koon.

"She hates him," said Obi-Wan with an uneasy awe, "She hates him more than I have ever felt anyone hate anything. I don't think he'd trust her with his identity. She only referred to him as Sidious, no other name."

"She's not stupid," he said flatly, "She might think a Sith Lord is the only thing that could beat him because of how they operate, always hidden in the shadows where only another Sith could see them. But if we could be directed right at him, even she has to acknowledge that the entire Council, and perhaps a few of our most experienced Masters, together could take him down."

He's probably giving her to much benefit of the doubt right now. He knows it, shes practically drowning in the Dark Side, drawn in and addicted to its power like a death stick addict. But he will say and do what he needs to do, even if its a lie, manipulation, letting them come to their own incorrect conclusions, leading them on, or whatever, to get the Council to agree.

Though he hopes he doesn't have to do to much of that. Apprentice to a maverick or not, he's still a Jedi.

"Do you truly believe, young one," asked Ki-Adi-Mundi, "That you can bring a Sith back from the Dark Side?"

"I believe that I can bring Siri back," said Obi-Wan, "If not fully to the light, than at least far enough away from the Dark to not return to the Sith."

"That is a large concession to grant," remarked Ki-Adi-Mundi, "Why should we expect or allow anything but her becoming a Jedi again if she can be pulled back?"

"Because expecting a perfect success is setting ourselves up for failure, and risking enough pressure to ruin any chance she has," said Obi-Wan, "I will do my best, but if the best I can do is help her stay away from the Dark, from becoming that monster again, then even if she isn't a Jedi, I will consider it a success. More of a success than any Jedi has had in the matter for the last thousand years at least."

"Assuming we allow this attempt, what if she refuses to turn away from the Dark Side?" questioned Master Windu.

Obi-Wan didn't respond, refusing to acknowledge the possibility.

Qui-Gon answered for him, giving a small, sad smile. "Then she can't hurt anyone else when she lives in a cell for the rest of her life..."

Its hours before a decision is made, the both of them poked and prodded and questioned before they grudgingly relented. Most of the Council departs after the meeting is concluded. Plo Koon, Yoda, and Mace Windu join Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon as they move to the Halls of Healing.

"Mention what you wish with Young Skywalker, you did not," commented Yoda as they walked.

"I made my intentions perfectly clear when we were last on Coruscant," answered Qui-Gon.

"Give permission for you to train the boy, we did not," rebuked Yoda, "Trials, your padawan has not yet taken, has he, hmm?"

"I would say that Obi-Wan is about to enter one of the greatest trials of his life," commented Qui-Gon, earning a wack from Yoda's stick.

'Nice of you to use my struggles like that', bemoaned Obi-Wan down the bond.

Qui-Gon sent a fond ruffle through the Force. 'Kind of you to offer'.

'I don't recall doing so.'

'I can bribe you with tea for the duration of your 'trial'?'

'Done.'

Yoda sighed. "Unwise this is. Many risks, between Skywalker and Tachi, does the Order take. Uncertain the future is, clouded."

"The Force has been clouded for years now Master Yoda," said Obi-Wan, sighing, "Before I became a Padawan even, its only grown more and more clouded."

"I cannot help but wonder if the Sith have anything to do with that," mused Plo Koon.

There was silence as they considered that, and Obi-Wan conceded a, "Something to ask Siri eventually."

The moment they entered the Halls of Healing, Obi-Wan was confronted with a very angry Bant Eerin stalking up to him and brushing past the Jedi Counselors without even a nod of acknowledgement. "Obi-Wan Kenobi! Did you know? Did you know about Siri the last time you were on Coruscant, and not tell me?"

"Uh... hi Bant," said Obi-Wan sheepishly.

"Obi-Wan was under strict orders to not speak of the Darksider unless given permission to," said Master Windu.

Bant glowered a him for a moment before huffing and turning leading them in, "That Darksider has a name you know. Master Che and I have been looking Siri over since she was put into our care. I am not pleased with what we've found."

"Which is...?" prompted Master Windu.

"See for yourself," said Bant.

Obi-Wan walked into the secure room, finding Siri naked on her back, a cloth drawn up to cover her lower half, Healer Che running a softly glowing hand down... trails of scars and burns. Obi-Wan swallowed thickly at the sight. Qui-Gon had said Darksider's training and conditioning was harsh... but... seeing it was another matter entirely.

"From what we can tell, the physical scars are from various sources," said Bant in a forced calm voice, "Vibroblades and staves seeming to be the most common that we can figure, and none of these hits were pulled. The burns, well... I... I'm not experienced with what caused them. Master Che says they are Force based."

Healer Che briefly looked up. "I've ventured a look into the archives during my last break, in particular the healers section, and having read up on pre-Russan Force damage treatment, determined them to be from Force Lightning. A large majority of her body has signs of exposure to this, it lingers in the Force even after the skin has healed. She is very fortunate that we have knowledge of how to treat and prevent long term damage from this extensive amount an exposure."

"Long term?" rumbled Plo Koon.

"Electrical shocks can cause nerve damage," explained Healer Che, "Especially from this particular type of Force attack. Her joints would suffer in particular, arthritis is a common side effect if not treated. There would be a high chance of cataracts in her eyes as well. There is, to be frank, enough side effects that it is better to simply treat and eliminate the possibility of them."

"Siri didn't seem to be in any pain," murmured Obi-Wan.

Healer Che wagged a finger. "Darksiders thrive off pain, and can have an incredible amount of tolerance to it, thresholds beyond what most sentients, even Jedi, can tolerate. Continual amounts of a low dosage of pain or irritation would most likely not even register for her or she may just be used to it, not to mention draw strength from. Its also a simple possibility that she is young and relatively healthy, and as a Force Sensitive, her body can recover from the damage."

Healer Che frowned. "She more recently suffered several whole body exposures to it from what I can tell, and it was not a minor thing. Scans show her insides were a little cooked a bit by her last exposure if that is what it was. Even worse is her mental condition..."

The healer shook her head. "I have only done a cursory examination of her mind as of the moment, as its generally not wise to delve into a Darksiders mind without taking preparations, but there are signs that her shields were shattered and someone ripped through her mind, recently. To the point where she had to compartmentalize the damage to deal with another time. I am treating her physical wounds before I attempt to treat that."

Obi-Wan felt like he was going to be sick.

"In addition, there are... lingering presences not her own in her head," admitted the healer, just a tad uncomfortable, "She has had multiple beings, all dark, go through her mind at one point with either repetition, or deeply enough, to leave a residue of their presence. At least two, up to four, its hard to tell honestly."

"Multiple?" questioned Master Windu sharply.

The healer shook her head. "I can't give you more than a number."

Force... Obi-Wan was mortified, "I understand that darksiders are harsh... but this is..."

"The Sith are a disease," spat Master Windu, "They have no regard for any sanctity of life."

Healer Che paused. "Sith. You are saying..."

"It is to be kept quiet for the time being," said Master Windu firmly, "The continued existence of the Sith is currently a tightly guarded secret."

"That's... no, no, Siri can't be a Sith!" said Bant in horror, "It's obvious something awful must have happened to make her fall, but the Sith?!"

"Well, that puts things into perspective," mused Healer Che, "I thought this was extreme, even for a Dark Jedi to inflict on someone."

Bant turned to Obi-Wan, eyes pleading, but he could only sigh. "I'm sorry Bant, she's is a Sith Apprentice."

Bant swallowed, hard, and struggled to contain her emotions. "Oh Siri... how could it end up this way?"

"We're going to find out," said Obi-Wan, "And help her come back from this."

"Is there anything else you have been able to observe or determine?" asked Plo Koon.

"Perhaps that she hasn't bothered with a healing trance in a very long time," said Healer Che, "She has had exposure to toxic environments or chemicals that have left traces in her bloodstream over the years. A trance could have easily purged them. She doesn't take very good care of herself. Otherwise, there is nothing else that you would need to be informed of."

"Need to be?" inquired Master Windu, "She is a darksider..."

"She is also a patient," said Healer Che firmly, "And any non-Jedi are subject to patient-doctor confidentiality."

"Padawan Tachi was never formally removed from the Order," commented Plo Koon without judgement, "Nor did she hand in any forms of resignation."

Yoda spoke up for the first time since entering the room. "Appreciate such intrusiveness, she will not. If dire they are not, no more need we know."

"It could be unknowingly important, or perhaps give an edge or understanding...," began Master Windu.

"I gave her a full-body physical," said Healer Che in exasperation, "Can you say you are truly interested in her vital sign readings, weight, height, muscle tone, sexual activity, test results for various diseases, and things of that nature?"

Master Windu waved a hand, muttering, "I shouldn't be surprised she didn't stick to any part of the code."

"Celibacy isn't a mandate," commented Qui-Gon, bemused.

Obi-Wan was... a little surprised to feel a flicker of jealousy, but let it go. While he had cherished her memory, he wasn't exactly a blushing virgin either.

"I would like Yoda's support however when I do try to go about repairing her recent mental trauma," said Healer Che, "As I implied earlier, delving into a darksider's mind is generally not safe. However, I will mention that this is not to be a breech of her privacy nor an attempt to pry into her memories. Mending only."

"Mmm," murmured Yoda, "Finish healing her body, you will, then attempt her mind, we shall."

Obi-Wan watched quietly as Healer Che and Bant, methodically went about tending to Siri, clothing her in a medical gown when they were done. Yoda hobbled over and jumped onto a chair, reaching a hand to brush against Siri's forehead, a sad look on his old face. He settled a gnarled claw on the side of her forehead as Healer Che put on on the back of her head. For a few minutes, all Obi-Wan could feel was a subtle stirring of the Force.

And then a frown appeared across Healer Che's face. "Is that a compulsion?"

Yoda staggered and fall off the chair, and Healer Che stumbled away, crying out in surprise as a brief spike of the Dark Side burst from Siri's mind. The other Jedi in the room tensed, stepping forward, but Che waved them off, wobbling around for a moment before touching the side of her forehead, a soft light emanating before disappearing. Yoda merely shook his head and seemed to overcome whatever had just happened.

"There are compulsions, or at least something that looks like one, in her head," said Che flatly, "Which have mental traps underneath them that spring when touched. That was... some kind of distortion and sensory overload."

She shook her head. "We can't do this, her mind is booby trapped to an insane degree if the amount of compulsions, or bait look-alikes, are any indication. It's not safe for anyone but Siri herself to go into her own mind. She's going to have to do this herself at some point."

"She is going to be placed in a Force Suppressant Cell when you are done here," said Master Windu, "She won't have the chance to for some time I imagine."

"Then she's going to have to deal with it for the time being," said Healer Che firmly, "I am not going to risk mental damage to myself or anyone else who may try to go in and help her. She has compartmentalized the damaged area, so it can wait."

Obi-Wan swallowed, not liking the implications coming to mind. "Are they compulsions? Or just traps? And if traps... why are they shaped in a way that makes them appear to be compulsions?"

Healer Che shook her head. "I'm not sure on either question. She has to have an understanding of what a compulsion is and how to make them to be able to shape her traps like that, so either she's practiced making them, picked one apart within her own mind, or perhaps both. The sheer amount of these traps though suggests paranoia against someone in her head. Considering the trace presences of there having been others in her mind multiple times, perhaps not quite paranoia, and more like a line of defense. There is also the possibility, that since the traps do not trigger until they are touched, they are meant to fake looking like a compulsion in order to deceive someone checking on them. It would be a logical conclusion to say she has most likely suffered one or more compulsions being put in her mind before."

Obi-Wan closed his eyes, struggling with the possibilities: Does she have compulsions in her head now? If she had them in her head in the past, how many? What was she forced, or manipulated, into doing? How long were they in her head before they were discovered? What were the long-term consequences for her, in what happened to her or what she did? It leaves him all kinds of anxious that he has to take a moment to continually release the emotion into the Force.

"Force," whispered Bant, "Why would she live in such an environment, why not get out? Seek help? She would have been safe in the Temple if she had come to us!"

"Assumptions, help us will not," said Yoda, waving his stick through the air, "Ask her, we will, if open about her past, she chooses to become."

Yoda looked at Siri with a mixture of grief and sorrow, sadness. "If nothing else there is, Healer Che, then take her to her cell, we will."

"No, that's as much as I can do for the time being," answered the healer.

With that, a hoverstretcher was retrieved, Siri levitated onto it and unhooked from the IV of sedatives, and she was taken down into the bowls of the Jedi Temple.

Obi-Wan shivered as they entered one of the cells, losing the sensation of the Force in the air, through his body, the loss of access to it, before they placed Siri down on a thin bunk-like bed. "These rooms are... unpleasant."

"That is putting it mildly padawan mine," muttered Qui-Gon, hastily making for the doorway.

Obi-Wan glanced back and forth between Siri and the doorway before coming to a decision. "I think I'll wait in here for her to wake up, give her a familiar face, and explain her situation to her."

"That can be done from outside the cell, Padawan Kenobi," said Mace in the doorway.

Obi-Wan shrugged. "I'm not going to have her suffer the cell alone and stare at her from the outside in."

Master Windu frowned for a moment, exchanging glances with Plo Koon and Yoda before sighing, "Call for a guard when you are ready to leave then, Padawan Kenobi. Be mindful that she is dangerous, and it takes time to deactivate the Force Field at the entrance and get into the cell."

Obi-Wan nodded and moved to settle down against the wall opposite to the bed, staring silently at Siri's unconscious form, wondering how in the world he was going to go about getting her out of the Darkness she was swallowed by...

Review Responses:

ElPsyCongroo: Sidious eeeebiiillll. Actually, I'm curious, has anyone tried to do a 'good' Palpatine fanfict before?

JimmyHall24: Sidious will try *something*, but its effectiveness will largely depend on Siri herself, and it will take time to set up.

SwordOfTheMorning: Mmm, catch would be an acceptable phrase. But yeah, Obi-Wan has a very long way to go with Siri, and Siri herself isn't going to be let out of that cell for quite a while. Dooku will be awhile, he's currently busy elsewhere. He will definitely make an appearance and have a confrontation with Siri at some point though. Dooku isn't fallen *yet*.

Shadow Walker of Fire: Lol. I rarely do pure villain things. Siri will struggle with who she is and who she wants to be. Sith, Jedi, something else, or just plain Siri. We'll see.

IAmOneWithTheForce: Of course we will see more of Siri and the other Sith. Though, it's going to be just Siri and Obi-Wan for awhile. Then Siri and other Jedi. This is a Jedi/Temple part of the story, though, Zannah might have a part to play in this when the Scimitar is found. And you never know, the future is always in motion, Siri and Leia can still easily end up in that situation, the circumstances of it however, may not be what one expects (or if you go back and re-read that scene, maybe it will be).

Nerdman3000: I've never watched the new films (Legends-Loyalty!), so I can't comment on that. Zannah's Holocron is currently on the Scimitar. She's going to be a bit annoyed to have been left there for awhile, among other things. No possession, but more Zannah will happen in time, the focus has shift to Siri/Obi-Wan and the Jedi Temple for the time being. It will be awhile before we get others. Just as a reminder, this is going to be a *very* long fanfiction. There will be plenty of time for everyone.