AN: Hey all! Yes I disappeared. Homework is an awful invention, but college is almost over. In order to survive the rest of the time I'm going to be stuck writing papers and such, I started a new fanfic. The others aren't abandoned. I'm still working on them. I just couldn't resist starting this one since I started watching the Clone Wars tv series. If you haven't seen it, go watch it. It's awesome.

Obligatory I do not own any of Star Wars, though some of my interpretations of Trin/Revan are my own from playing KOTOR. This story is a mash of Legends material with Cannon, with some of Wyn's imagination tossed in. Please be patient with me, this story was started because I really enjoy the Clone Wars series and the KOTOR games. It was written for my enjoyment. Be safe, and watch out for yourselves.

~Wyn

Screaming. Screaming crying pleading voices indistinguishable from each other. That was what woke Asoka from her imposed sleep. Her face held a duller ache from where she had been struck, but it was her mind that was truly in pain. Drawing on the Force, and attempting to block the pain, she opened her eyes to take stock of her surroundings. Everything, unsurprisingly, was metal, but far older than anything that the Separatists generally used. And the door to what she assumed washer cell was older than anything she'd ever seen. Older than the relics of the Old Republic. As she moved to collect her feet beneath her and cross to the door, a ghost of a young Twi'lek woman appeared in the corner, staring at her desperately. When Asoka stopped to return the stare, the ghost sighed in relief.

"Oh thank Force, you can see me!" The Ghost's voice was young, like her appearance, and as she smiled at Asoka, she was joined by the ghost of a wookie who seemed protective of the twi'lek, even in death.

Asoka's eyes widened even more if that was possible. "Who're you?" She stared a moment longer before her brain caught up with the current situation and company. "Where am I?"

The ghosts walked closer to her, their feet not touching the ground and the twi'lek spoke for both of them. "I was, or guess still am Mission Vao, and this big lug is Zaalbar. He, uh, doesn't talk much. And you're in the feeding cells, but don't worry about becoming food. You're safe for now, just don't open that door. Trin sent us to see if we could save any of the newcomers, and man am I glad we found you!"

The padawan wasn't sure what she should do or say, but after a couple of moments she found her voice again. "I'm Padawan Asoka Tano. You're a Force ghost, right? How can I see you? Only Jedi become Force ghosts."

Mission shrugged. "Trin says that this place is so soaked in the Force that it keeps the dead here, not letting them move on, or somethin'.All I know is that when I died, I woke up back in her and Carth's rooms. Lemme tell you, not somethin' I ever want to see again."

Asoka just blinked once. Getting stuck made a little sense, but still, it was odd. "What about the screaming?"

Mission froze. "Trin will explain that." A shudder ran down the spine of the ghost, almost as if she was afraid of something but wasn't wiling to share.

This mysterious stranger Trin was someone who Asoka was more and more looking forward to meeting, if only to get her questions answered. As she thought about that, a forign Force presence slid over her, equally dark and light, like a second skin. It was the oddest feeling, both the Light and Dark sides of the Force in perfect harmony, working together to protect her from something sinister that she just now was starting to feel. And the odd drain on her energy and stamina had tapered off to nothing, now that she had noticed it. She must have had some kind of reaction because Mission smirked.

"She's found you, that's my cue to go. Remember, stay in here. Till you meet Trin at least." And with that both ghosts faded away, leaving Asoka alone once more.

Going back to what she had been doing, taking stock of the room and herself, she realized that both of her lightsabers, and all of the usual gear that she had with her were gone, along with all pieces of clothing that could be considered weapon-like. Including her shoes.

Kriff.

She still didn't know where she was, but as she looked around the room, she had a shaking suspicion that wherever here was, people generally didn't leave it alive. The dust in the corners looked suspiciously like it was once bone, and she thought she saw a belt buckle stuck in between the slats of one of the grates. Dusty, dirty and old.

And boring.

No, she wasn't going to attempt to pass the time with meditation.

Kriff, she missed her Master. General Skywalker was probably losing his mind right about now. Last she'd remembered, they'd been on Coruscant. Maybe he'd convince the Order to divert manpower to help him find her, if he thought that far. Chances were he'd just go after her himself.

Asoka sighed and glanced back at the door. There was something here that would kill her, at least according to Mission the friendly Force ghost. And she was inclined to believe it. Everything just felt too dark, too evil for it to be any other way.