"What are YOU doing here?"

The chamber laid before them, a natural hallway made of stone slinking and snaking its way into the dark recesses in front as Kendall stared at L'ezz. The Gamorrean was nervously biting his lip as he paced back and forth, whilst Omarosa and her robot HK-47 were to his side. HK-47's body was still being repaired, it was, regrettably, not in the best of shape. The parts they needed to FULLY fix him up were so ancient and hard to find that they'd stuck him with an embarrassing body that looked like a droid designer had been on every single drug imaginable, and had tried, in vain, to recreate the assassin droid's frame from memory.

He'd failed miserably, hence the abomination of a brass body that was now standing by Omarosa, heavily armed with a flamethrower as she rolled her eyes, giving the Gamorrean a nasty look that indicated her feelings towards the pig-like alien hadn't changed one iota in the weeks they'd been at the Jedi temple.

"I decided it was time to…what's the phrase? Screw my courage to the sticking point." L'ezz told Kendall, smacking his fist on his chest. "I got tired of everyone talking about how they went in and giving me looks and murmuring behind my back on how I wasn't brave enough to do it."

"Information: Luke Skywalker has, in fact, informed us that we would not need our weapons, and that what we see within is almost entirely what we bring with us. Analysis: I would rather have a flamethrower if this was such a case." HK-47 intoned.

Kendall hesitantly looked down at the lightsaber on his belt. For a moment he was tempted to get rid of it. Put it aside. But something inside him was saying not to. At least, not for this. He shrugged and patted L'ezz on the shoulder.

"Hey, look, we'll ALL go in together. Maybe confronting the darkest parts of us will be easier if its all of us at once."

"Query: Do you believe it will even work upon a synthetic life form such as myself?" The droid inquired. It almost sounded amused, like a kind of "Ha ha, you silly meatbags, I'm above all this" statement as Omarosa chuckled and spun her saber around.

"Why don't we find out?" She mused aloud as they began to make their way into the natural stone hallway, sliding along the twisty path, diving deeper and deeper into the dark depths. It was as if the blackness they were sliding into was a kind of physical wall, that was only barely giving way as they pushed in further and further. The air was getting oddly cold and chilly, a strange wind was picking up despite the fact they were so deep underground, far beneath the temple. Everything inside Kendall's rational mind was telling him he had made an incredibly boneheaded decision.

And still he trekked on into the unseeing depths, using his hands and reaching out through the Force to "feel" his way forward. It was as if he could see, he'd become more and more used to expanded senses through tapping into the Force that this was almost not a problem at all. In fact, the more he reached into using the Force, the more clear the way forward became, he could "see" the others ahead of him, and "see" a big, enormous, circular chamber up ahead.

At last, when they reached the chamber, somehow everything lit up. Natural light seemed to glow from the thousands of strange crystals that lined the walls, showing their reflection as they looked around, glancing about before-

"What on Earth are you doing, master?"

L'ezz flinched. He was watching what was clearly a much younger version of himself, one that was rather cute, truth be told. It made you think of a runt of a pig that was scurrying around a farmyard, a delightful little "Babe". Only this young lad was currently trying to move things with his mind, he sat at a table, focusing on a salt shaker.

"Move, salt shaker, move!"

"If you want me to move it for you, sir, you could just ask." The butler speaking to him inquired. The butler, unlike L'ezz, was a human. He was a nice-looking older man, he had pale skin, a small nose, somewhat thin eyes. His accent had a heavy accent to it, and he was wearing one of the finest black tuxedos Kendall had ever seen.

"That's okay, Yamaoka, I'm fine. I'm trying to tap into the Force!" L'ezz insisted, though as he spoke, it made clear how young he truly was. His "t's" sounded like "d's". And when he said "The Force", it came off sounding like "Duh Forz". "Gonna move it with the raw power of the Force and stuff. Jedi can move all kinda things with their miiiiind!" He said, waving his hands around in the air. The table was loaded up with golden-trimmed plates and fancy crystal cups, the house he was in was almost a palace given the size. It was impressive, very impressive. Especially the crystal chandelier above the table…

But before L'ezz and his butler could continue the conversation, a distinctly loud, horrible KRRRRKKK noise echoed through the air and they turned to see…

KRRSSSH! Evidently the first thrown projectile hadn't destroyed the window, it'd just bounced off it and cracked it good, but the next one, a heavy brick of some kind of steely material, soared through the window, broke the glass, shattered the salt shaker, and made L'ezz yelp as his butler Yamaoka quickly raced forward, grabbing L'ezz and lifting him up, carrying him as more bricks began to get tossed through nearby windows, angry, furious cries ringing out.

"FUCKING PIGS!"

"WAR MONGERING SHITHEADS!"

"EAT SHIT AND DIE!"

"EAT SHIT AND LIVE!"

"WE KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE, YOU SCUMBAGS!"

"BLOOD MONEY SCUM! YOUR HANDS ARE SOAKED IN BLOOD!"

"SHAME ON YOU! SHAME ON YOU!"

"WAR PROFITEERING MOTHERFUCKERS!"

L'ezz flinched, watching all this unfold, covering his face as pure, raw shame and embarrassment flooded into him. "How did your family make their money?" Omarosa inquired, though a distinctly smug smile spread across her face. She had a feeling she knew exactly how. "I mean…to afford such a nice mansion and such fancy plates and silverware and a butler of your own…"

"My family sold weapons, okay!?" L'ezz threw his hands in the air. "They sold weapons to Corscuant's government. We…we set up shop there because my ancestor had been in the army and then a mercenary for various planets, he brought a buttload of weapons from that with him to the planet and he made some friends with people in the government. He and his family got a contract to sell them weapons for their police force and their army because he had such nice ties to the mercenaries he'd worked for who could get pretty good weapons for cheap, and then the more money he made, the more he bought, and then the more he sold, and when the place became the capitol of the Republic, business was REALLY booming, because now he wasn't just selling weapons to protect one planet, but a whole host of them. That's…that's how my dad always explained it. Somebody had to sell the weapons, it might as well be us." L'ezz admitted.

"I imagine it didn't make you guys popular when the New Republic came around…given how Corsucant came under imperial control and you probably just kept selling weapons anyway?" Omarosa inquired with a dark chuckled.

And now the chamber showed just that indeed. L'ezz and several older Gamorreans, all clearly his family given the skin color and the shape of the tusks and the heads they had, were nervously sitting at a table, and sighing a datapad, L'ezz fearfully glancing at the Stormtroopers positioned on either side of the obvious imperial specimen in front of them. A specimen with reddish eyes, black, well-combed hair, a delightfully dapper white outfit and…blue skin.

"Who's THAT?" Kendall asked, his eyes wide.

"Observation. Admiral Thrawn." HK-47 announced. "Admiral Thrawn is immensely recognizable. The HK units were frequently called upon by him to do wetwork for the empire. His face is almost hardwired into all of the HK line due to his frequent requests for our work. One of our most frequent clients. I myself did a job for him before meeting with Omarosa and her family."

"He told us we could keep working but have to take much less profit or we could just plain die and have them take over. We chose his deal." L'ezz said quietly.

"You should have died!" Omarosa snapped. "Died, rather than let the Empire have nice and easy access to all of those weapons. You shouldn't have even been selling them!"

"Well, why not?" Kendall asked, Omarosa giving him a look like he was positively insane. "What's wrong with selling a government that wants to protect itself the means TO protect itself? Are you saying that cops or the army shouldn't have weapons?"

"They…they could just make their own!"

"You could technically make your own food too, but it's easier and simpler to buy it from somebody else." Kendall shrugged. "That's how it works. We pay others to do what we can't. I could waste hours upon hours trying to, say…fix my own toilet, or I could just pay a fee and have a guy come in and fix it in half an hour. I know which one I'd rather do."

"And selling to the Empire?!" Omarosa inquired.

"I'm not going to judge a kid who had no control over what his family did." Kendall told her, looking mortified at her as she glared back at him. "Have some compassion, Omarosa. Why are you so…BLOODTHIRSTY about this?"

"You're sheltered, you don't know what these people are like." Omarosa shook her head. "People like them are parasites on society."

"Can you just speak plain and not use buzzword bullshit?" Kendall snapped. "I think you're just letting your hatred of groups you don't belong to blind you. "Capitalism is bad so ALL capitalists are bad. The Empire is bad so anyone who does business with them is bad!" Why's THAT view okay, but not going "All Sith are bad"?"

"S-Shut up!" Omarosa said. "You had it easy compared to me!"

"No I didn't, I got literally lynched!" Kendall yelled as he pointed at his throat, and his blue eyes now furiously blazed, as he stormed up to Omarosa and pointed her chest. "All you do is bully people around and yell at them and then hide behind your trauma when you get called out on your shit!" He snapped. "Like every bully, you curl up and whine about how mean people are to you whenever someone really stands up to you! I don't hide behind the shit in my past and use that as an excuse for why I get pissed at somebody!"

"You're not honest about your past!" Omarosa snapped. "Your name isn't even really Kendall, remember?"

And that…was when the crystals on the walls shimmered and shifted and Kendall turned, gasping in surprise. Sure enough…it was him! A younger him, now currently sitting in a church next to…oh no. Oh no, it was Link. He had a hand on his shoulder because he couldn't openly put his hand on Link's own. But they were sitting nice and close to one another and he was softly smiling, staring into Link's eyes.

…Lincoln Ichabod Nicholas Karson. Link…

… "Might I ask what you're doing here?"

Leia and Han weren't sure what to make of this. It looked like…well, a kind of alien rabbit/rodent mix in a fancy orange suit, with heterochromatic eyes. One red, one green, both staring at them as they held a cane in one hand, her other hand resting on their hip. She'd arrived there six minutes ago and had been yelling for about five minutes for whomever was in charge to come on out or else.

"This IS the Jedi Temple, right? Well, I'm here to bring it down, courtesy of my employers."

"And I don't suppose you'd tell us who those are?" Leia inquired.

"You really think a mercenary's just going to TELL you who their client is?" The White Rabbit, Ember, inquired with a raised eyebrow as Han decided to simply cut the Gordian Knot, and fired at her with his pistol, trying to get a nice stun shot on her.

"Maybe you'll feel more open to talking after a couple of ion bolts!" Han proclaimed…or rather, he was about to when Ember deflected each of the shots, spinning the cane around, then thrusting her fist forward. THAA-THWOOSH! Hot, burning fire shot forward from her fist as Leia dive-tackled Han, the fireball barely missing the two. They could feel the intense heat of the flames, barely missing them as Leia tapped into her Force abilities, her eyes narrowing a bit as the Jedi students were peering out of windows or doorways behind them, not sure if they should come help.

"Let's see how you handle THIS!" Leia said as she clenched her fist, and Ember was caught off guard, their cane wobbling, ripped from their hands. THWAM-THWAM-THWAM! Leia whacked the mercenary over the head, a smile spreading over Leia's face as Ember went "OW OW OW" over and over. "Heh. Wascally wabbit."

"Oh no you DID NOT JUST…" Ember roared out, grabbing the cane, then SLAMMING their foot down into the ground. A powerful shockwave of fire began to jettison up, shooting from the ground, barreling in their direction! The students all took off, yelling and screaming as now HAN grabbed Leia and bolted out of the way in time! KRUDDA-SHAA-KOOOM! The entrance to the temple collapsed into fiery chunks, as Ember dove at Han and Leia, spinning their cane around.

Leia barely got her lightsaber up in time. She blocked and parried, trying to counter-attack, slicing and slashing back, but whatever the cane was made out of, it was a material surprisingly strong. The lightsaber couldn't just cut through it. Loud, echoing clangs of saber strikes rang out like a bell echoing through the air as the two continued to fight. Sweat dribbled down from Leia's head, the intense, fiery fight was making the air sultry and humid, it was turning into fighting in a furnace!

"You're really good! But there's one problem you have." Ember said, cringing a bit. Leia was a slightly better fighter than she'd expected, and she had to finish her job of getting the temple destroyed. "All your focus is on me."

"Why's…that…a problem…?" Leia growled, continuing to try and wail on Ember before she saw Ember grinning very broadly indeed.

"Didn't you wonder why I was yelling for you to come out?" Ember inquired. "It was a distraction. I set up little fires in just the right places at your temple using natural materials that would act as explosives. All on the outside of your temple, of course, but at just the right places."

Leia reeled back as Ember tapped the side of their head, Leia's face becoming paler and paler, a creeping horror rising in her. "You REALLY should have put up camera feeds outside the temple, you might have been able to catch me." Ember intoned. "Based on how long it takes for that material to burn, they should be going off right about…"

KRUDDA-SCHAAA-BOOOOOOOOOOM! The entire west wing was now blazing, Leia gasping as Ember spun their cane. KRAKKA-THAA-KOOOOM! The east wing was splintering and shattering under a fiery inferno. Leia could hear the students yelling and screeching and howling.

"I'd get in there and get them out if I were you." Ember said, gesturing at the temple. "Go on, go ahead, I won't shoot you when you've got your back turned to me." They offered.

As a nurse, Kendall knew full well that when folks lost a leg or an arm, they could still feel the missing limb sometimes. They'll get this impossible itch on a foot that isn't there anymore, or they'll feel an ache where there's nothing left to ache. They call it a phantom limb, because of the ghost pains it still sends back to the brain. That's what Link was like for him now. His phantom boyfriend. Gone, but still aching.

Even now…looking at him through the crystal walls, it still felt…two dimensional. And that had never applied to Link. He was always in motion, long, whitish blonde hair flowing around him like a river. The times they'd get to go out, Kendall remembered Link as…just exploding! REALLY, truly alive! "Sieze the day" nothing, he was outright throttling it good and hard, trying to devour it like he only had hours to live.

Link was tall. He was handsome. He was an athlete. He was smart. Kendall had loved the fairness of Link, the LONGNESS of him. He felt like an explorer, going over his body. There was this vanilla-scented bath wash he bathed in…it made Kendall think of ice cream. They'd been together for what seemed to be ages. But then IT had happened. The lynching incident. He'd screwed it up. He'd been too public. He'd made it too obvious he was gay in a population full of homophobic, bigoted pieces of…

…no, stop it. That wasn't the real reason Link and you broke up, he thought.

Link had begun volunteering at the local church, doing drop offs to impoverished areas. It had been run by a Father Darby. The priest was okay. He didn't throw holy books at you or anything or scream at you from his pulpit. He was…nice. Pleasant. Calm. And…and Kendall had said spending time volunteering to to do those drop offs was a bad idea.

"Can't you volunteer somewhere else? That place is a real hole." Kendall cringed.

Kendall groaned as he watched himself and his stupid, stupid mistake unfold. It'd been about two years after Kendall had left Logos, he could see Link's hair falling down over his eyes, and they were playing a ball game, shooting at a hoop. Kendall had been spotted ten…and was STILL losing.

"They don't need me somewhere else," Link said. "They need me there."

Kendall took his shot and bounced it off the bricks. BOINK. "Ugh." He groaned, as his present self looked on, Link shaking his head.

"You're not following through. Look. Bend your wrists like this."

"Look, I'm glad you wanna do something to help people but…I mean, that drop-in place you keep going to?" I said. "It's like right beside a needle exchange!"

"The exchange is three blocks over."

Kendall began lining up his shot. "So what do you do down there, exactly?" He wanted to know.

"Give out information. You know, about places to stay, free meals, drug treatment." Link said.

"Don't they have social workers for that?"

"Yeah, but a lot of kids are scared to talk to them. Scared they'll get turned in and sent home against their will. Or worse, to foster care. I've heard some real horror stories. It's good they can talk to somebody more their age…or, y'know…sexuality." Kendall's shot bounced off the rim. "Maybe I should spot you twenty next time," Link said, chasing down the rebound. He caught up with it and started dribbling the ball on the broken asphalt, between and around his legs, making it look easy.

"Look, it's just…" Kendall hesitated. "They're not the type of kids we grew up with, they're street kids. You can't trust them. They'd probably knife you for the change in your pockets."

And that was when Link stopped dribbling, giving Kendall a look that he'd been FREQUENTLY giving him. The stranger look, like he wasn't sure who Kendall was anymore. He had said over and over that Kendall had been turning into this mass of negative energy.

"Most of the kids there are lost and scared, Zack." Link said. "What I do is listen to them, pass out cookies and coffee. And besides, they have security in the center. I'm not an idiot. I can read a situation and know when to back off." He added. And if need be, the security guys will walk with me to the subway if I need them. It's only half a block. Look, you keep…" Link hesitated. "There's a point where caution just becomes oppression. You're my boyfriend, not my bodyguard."

Kendall dug his hands into his pockets. "You don't know what's out there, I do." He said, reaching up to rub over his neck. Present Day Kendall groaned, shaking his head, digging his fingers into his head.

"The WORLD is out there, man. The good, the bad, and the plain old ugly. I can't go around being afraid all the time." Link told Kendall's past self.

"I don't want you to."

"YEAH, yeah, you do, Zack! You DO!" Link's voice broke, and he had to take a deep breath to steady herself. "You've locked yourself up in some dark little prison cell. And you want me to join you. But I can't live like that, Zack, I just…I just CAN'T!"

His eyes were tearing up. That seemed to happen a lot back then when they talked. Kendall held his hand, shaking his head, whispering "No." No to his crying, to what he was saying, to EVERYTHING. And Link wrapped his long arms around past Kendall's self, dropping the ball to give him a tight hug. That…

"That was the beginning of the end. It took a while; things got messy… I don't know if there was an exact time of death for our relationship. But…one day I woke up and it just wasn't there anymore." Kendall in the present murmured as he tugged down on his face, shaking his head back and forth. "Nothing is like before. It's a phantom." He muttered. "I let what I went through blind me to how other people felt. I let it drag me down and I was trying to drag other people down with me. I shouldn't have been trying to control what Link wanted just because I was afraid of what could happen to him. Maybe…"

He hesitated as L'ezz and HK-47 and Omarosa looked into his face.

"I…I did want help dealing with how I still felt over what I endured, but…but I was letting all I HAD endured blind me to how it was hurting others. I mean, Link didn't HAVE to keep calling me. Didn't HAVE to keep seeing me. He was already doing so much and risking his life to do it. And I just kept wanting more when I was already asking for so much and…" Kendall trailed off. "…I ended up being a bad boyfriend." He realized.

Omarosa didn't say anything. She looked like she wanted to, like she wanted to try and say something comforting, she kept hesitating, opening her mouth, then closing it, she nervously reached out as if to pat his shoulder, then retracted it. It was clear that she wasn't used to the "touchy feely" type of stuff, and there was still a lot of anger and irritation coursing through her at Kendall for what he'd said earlier.

But the chamber had other ideas in mind, as now the scene in the crystals changed and shifted. Now what they saw playing out before their eyes was a distinct scene indeed…a young Omarosa with an older woman with long hair who was clearly her mother, and dressed in dark Sith robes.

"Alright, we should be able to find some perfect artifacts here. NOBODY comes here." Omarosa's mother insisted. "They all have been scared off by the events of the past. They think it's haunted and unsafe. It also helps that I put a "Radiation" sign up on the front to really scare them off." She added with a wink. "You wouldn't believe how many people just make a beeline in the opposite direction when they see a "Warning: Radiation" sign on something."

"You're so smart!" Omarosa's younger self said as her mother ruffled her hair.

"Now, remember, try and find lightsaber parts. But if you DO find a lightsaber, don't turn it on. We're trying to be quiet. In and out, okay?" Her mother added gently as she headed off, going into a hallway not far off as Omarosa began to look through a section of collapsed roof, trying to lift it up to peer underneath. Remnants of clothing and rags and boxes and the like littered the ground beneath and she began searching for anything potentially valuable that hadn't been crushed. But then, after about ten minutes of searching, the distinct sound of footprints echoed through the air.

"Oh. Who might you be?"

… "The name's…Ember."

Luke looked Ember over. He could hear the horrified and pained yells of his students in the burning Jedi temple behind him. He was trying very…very hard not to get mad right now, but the fact that this person had endangered his friends, his family, his students…had done so much damage to the temple he'd put so much time and love into…

It was hard. Very hard. And so he took in a deep, long breath as he faced Ember, and the burning rage became, instead, a sort of cold, purposeful determination. The anger gave in to purposefulness. This wasn't rage. This wasn't madness. This wasn't passion. It was plain and simply…purpose. Focused, channeled righteousness.

Perhaps there wasn't too much difference between it and simple anger. But what difference there was made ALL the difference to Luke as he held his lightsaber up.

"You're going to lose badly, Luke Skywalker, I promise you that." Ember told him. Hmm, there was something odd about her voice. Like she was…faking an accent? He couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Oh, I just love a good cliché." Luke said as he shot forward, Ember sweeping her cane, trying to block the onslaught of lightsaber swings he was unloading onto her. He spun and swept and sliced with an astounding ferocity, Ember could feel the cane shuddering and shaking, it was amazing she was able to block his strikes the way she did. "Gee, what next? "Had enough"? "Prepare to die"?"

Ember tried to go on the offensive, burning flames leapt up from her fists as she leapt back, dropping the cane, and Luke was forced to reel back. She grinned proudly, launching herself at him like a living fireball, fists first, but then Luke did something that the Dyad COULDN'T have done fighting with her in their tower…

He used dirt. He sliced at the ground at just the right angle and splashed dirt right at her face. FWOMPHF! She fell to the ground, howling, the fire extinguishing out of her fists as she clawed at her face to get the dirt off. "Why you little!"

"I of course, can't forget my personal favorite." Luke added as he waited for her to rise up, as she furiously clenched her fists, and her ENTIRE body became wrapped in flame, not realizing that while she'd been clawing the dirt off, Luke had been using the Force to levitate something on over…specifically a big, enormous amount of water from a nearby pond which was now hovering over her head.

SPLOOOOOOOOSH!

"No one can stand before the might of "Your Name Here"!" He added with a little smile, Ember soaked to the brim. "Now, the way I see it, you have three options here. One, stop fighting and give up. Two, stop fighting and give up. Or three, and this is the one I think you need to seriously consider…"

Then he noticed something about Ember with the clothing so thoroughly soaked that it was sticking to their chest.

"OH. You're…a girl!" He proclaimed as Ember gave him an irritated look.

"Great, my cover's freaking blown." She muttered, shivering from the water, shaking her head as she picked up her cane. "You know, this was one of my favorite outfits…you have any idea how long it takes to dry and clean this?" She mumbled, her voice now clearly far more feminine.

"Why are you pretending to be a man?" Luke asked.

"You have no idea how hard it is to get jobs when you look like I do." Ember told him. "They see me and think "Ohhh, lookit the cute widdle bunny wabbit, you wanna cawwot"?!" Ember groaned, throwing her hands in the air. "ESPECIALLY because I'm a woman. You gotta act dumber than you really are if you want them to listen to you. But if you present as a man, you get taken much more seriously in my line of work. So Ember H. Pelekai becomes the White Rabbit." She sighed. "It's not personal, honestly, I'm just doing a job."

"This is personal to me." Luke told her with a frown spreading over his face. "This was MY temple. MY students. MY friends. MY family. It couldn't be anything BUT personal. Now I don't care that you're a woman. Either get up and keep fighting..." He held up his lightsaber. "Or surrender. Right. Now."

Meanwhile, L'ezz, HK-47, Kendall and Omarosa saw a younger Luke Skywalker approaching as he knelt down a bit, Omarosa looking at the lightsaber he had by his side as he tilted his head to the side.

"Um…Omarosa." The younger Omarosa said. "…are you…a Jedi?" She asked, frowning at him, lips slightly pursed.

"Yes, I am." He remarked. "I can sense you're a Force user yourself, Ms. Omarosa. Has your mother talked to you about training?" He inquired. "I know plenty of parents who think places where the Force is steeped in every nook and cranny are good areas to train because they can tap into the Living Force that lies there." Luke confessed to the younger Omarosa. "And others come here because they want to step into a piece of history, but it's really not safe here, we've actually had roof collapses and in many spots the ground isn't steady. Why don't we go find your mother and-"

"You get away from my daughter!" Luke heard her voice and leapt back through the air, avoiding Omarosa who launched a horrific bolt of lightning right at him! Luke cringed as Kendall watched, transfixed, seeing Skywalker holding up one hand, the other holding his lightsaber, which even now was still not on.

"Please, there's no need for violence." He insisted.

"Sweetie, I want you to get to the ship with these." Omarosa's mother said, handing her a small bag of clearly valuable-looking items, especially some crystals. Luke took notice of one in particular, frowning at the sight. A child's lightsaber.

"You're grave robbing?" He asked, looking mortified. "That belonged to padawans who lost their lives here-"

"It's not like the dead need them." Omarosa's mother said as Omarosa raced off…but she didn't head for the ship. Instead, she headed behind a big column, hiding herself, watching everything unfold.

"Over and over again, the same thing happening. Sith like you always want to make a name for yourself by killing the great Luke Skywalker. Or stealing some Jedi treasure instead of respecting this temple and what it stood for. You're desecrating it by your ransacking of the place." Luke said, as his normally calm tone became…angry. "Especially stealing from the grave of a CHILD-"

"I won't be lectured to by somebody adhering to an outdated, moronic code that wants to turn everyone into emotionless automatons!" Omarosa's mother snapped, as she spun through the air, twirling around, her lightsaber spinning. Luke activated his, the hiss of the blades ringing through everyone's ears as they saw the scene unfold.

Luke blocked, ducking and waving as Omarosa's mother sliced and struck over and over. She was furiously grunting, her eyes glittering, Luke shaking his head back and forth. "You seem to be taking this very…ERGH…" he ducked to avoid her strike, blocking again with his saber as she tried a stab, only to have him deflect it with a BRRZZZT that sizzled in the air. "Personally."

"I've had people shitting on me since the moment I stepped onto Corsucant for being a Sith!"

"Sith literally ran the galaxy into the ground for decades and killed trillions, why are you surprised by this? If a Jedi during the Clone Wars went to a Separatist planet, everyone there would hate them." Luke reasoned as Omarosa's mother gave him a really nasty look as they circled one another, columns lying all about on the chamber floor, with some only as tiny remnants, others half-destroyed, and a few just in chunks that laid about. "You cannot be surprised people dislike and distrust the Sith when you give them no reason to."

"So they should put their trust in a failed order that couldn't stop the Sith, is that it? Isn't that convenient!" Omarosa's mother laughed as she leapt up through the air, trying to get behind Luke, who rolled away, avoiding her as she swept down with her saber. He then kicked off the ground, then off the wall, spinning about, landing on a half-destroyed column. Omarosa's mother leapt from column to column, slicing at him as he blocked her swipes, and she continued jumping at him over and over.

"So you'd rather blame the people who failed to stop evil…than blame those who did the evil itself? That's your argument? No self reflection on what your order did, only finger pointing at others for not being "good enough"? I'm honest enough to admit the Jedi needed to improve. I've not met ONE Sith who ever said how they did things was wrong. How their way of life was selfish at its core."

"You're the one who's selfish! You just want the Jedi back in charge again, with all the people turning to you. You think I don't see through you? You're just putting the Jedi on a pedestal for worship. Time to knock you OFF it!" With that, she held up her hand, and launched lightning right at Luke! He spun off it, and she launched another bolt of lightning.

But this time, Luke twirled, catching the bolt on his saber, and he spun around, throwing the bolt to the side. She growled angrily, holding up BOTH hands as Luke flinched. She was clearly trying to use the Force to move him towards her, to finish him off, and he was using it to resist her. But it seemed…bit by bit…he was being drawn towards her. She grinned in delight, looking pleased as he began to slide across the room towards her, one foot at a time…

Then suddenly he took advantage of the pressure. He used the force to PROPEL himself at her, and THA-THWAM, headbutted her hard! She was knocked back, reeling about, and then…

Tripped on the remnants of a column, falling back, and THRRAA-KRRRAAAKK.

Her head was not tilted at an awkward angle, her mouth slightly open, a bit of blood beginning to ooze out of the corners of her eyes as she looked forward…totally unseeing.

Omarosa in the present and the past wailed, falling to their knees, and Kendall cringed, as L'ezz nervously stepped away from the sobbing Sith.

What could he say?

What SHOULD he say? He tried to kneel down, to put his hand on her shoulder, but she reeled back, giving him a hateful, baleful glare. "Don't you FUCKING TOUCH ME, JEDI!"

Kendall had nothing to say. He just looked at her, hurt, and disappointed, shaking his head, and stepping up, walking over to L'ezz as HK-47 spoke up.

"Observation. It would be best if you left me with Ms. Omarosa. I believe I may be able to provide comfort you cannot."

"…okay." Kendall said softly. "If you're sure." He asked nervously before patting L'ezz on the shoulder, and then heading back the way they'd come, leaving Omarosa and the droid alone in the dark and the deep with her grief.

"…did you see what you needed to see?" L'ezz asked Kendall.

"…I think I have." Kendall admitted. "And I hope Omarosa has too. I need to get back to Nar Shaddaa. I need to confront the Dyad. I need a plan."

L'ezz smiled gently. "I might be able to help you with that. You've been such a good friend to me, after all. Can I come with you to the planet to help, Kendall?"

"…call me…Zack."