Seeing the Mandalorians die a second time gave Ilza a certain satisfaction. Even charging through the mines, the images of the Republic soldiers fought ferociously.

She was currently hacking her way through seemingly endless numbers of Shyrack. The flying beasts were crazed, as if the energies she had witnessed firsthand inside the tomb had driven them mad. Of course, that was a very real possibility, given what she knew of Korriban.

Beheading the last of the shyrack, she opened the next door, and was greated with one of the last things she had ever seen.

Kreia was standing in the center of the circular room. Her normal brown cloak had been replaced with black, and her skin seemed grayer.

"You have done well. You have faced the images of your past, but now you must face the present."

"What are talking about?" Ilza was very confused, and the old womans crypic words were not helping the matter.

"Don't listen to her!" Out of nowhere, Atton was standing infront of the door leading out of the chamber. "She's a Dark Jedi!"

"Atton, I have had enough of your snide contempt." The lightsaber in Kreia's hand ignited, blue blade illuminating the room. Atton raised his Trandoshan sword in response. "I will defend myself from this ruffian's words!"

"What is going -" Ilza tried to say something, but Bao-Dur(where did he come from?) beat her to it.

"What are you doing, Kreia?"

"Stay out of this, Bao-Dur, this is a personal dispute between Atton and myself!"

"You're threatening Atton with a lightsaber and I'm just to supposed to stay out of it? No!" Bao-Dur's voice was slow and calm, even as he brought up his Ryyk blades.

"You all need to - Oh why do I even bother, they're just illusions anyway."

Kreia, Atton and Bao-Dur turned to her as one.

"So you would stand there and do nothing? Apathy is death!"

Atton glared at her accusingly, "Apathy is death."

Bao-Dur scowled at her with anger "Apathy is death."

"Apathy is death!" Kreia repeated.

Just like that, they turned on her. It was all she could do not to get hit. Needless to say, she failed. Though it was not real, she could feel each of their weapons hit her time after time. And when she knew she could handle no more, they were gone.

The same rush of Dark Side power she felt before came back anew. It was painful, but invigorating all the same.

And just as before, she fought through it, rising to her feet, determined to find a way through the accursed tomb.

She would not die here. Not a chance!