The walk to the Jedi's quarters was quick and silent, the tension of the three Force users evident as they stepped into the room, with Obi Wan, being the last closing the door. Callera moves towards the lower bunk and sits on it, looking up to the two Jedi.

"I don't need the Force to know we all have questions," Callera's eyes bouncing between the other two occupants of the room, "I'll do my best to answer yours; but if I say I don't know, I genuinely don't know."

Qui-Gon, tilts his head in acknowledgement, "Why were you on Naboo?"

"I don't know. One moment I was on Dagobah, the next I was spitting up water in a lake."

"Dagobah?"

"Yes, it is strong in the Force, I was meditating there and then I was here."

Obi Wan's eyebrow's raise as he interjects, "Surely you can come up with something better than that?"

"It's the honest truth, Jedi Obi Wan. I walked into a vergence to meditate at its center, I began to feel like I was drowning, and pulled myself up in the lake."

Qui-Gon again steps into the questioning, "There is more to it than that, the reaction you had to my Padawan, nearly caused you to pass out. And Jar Jar mentioned while you were getting dressed that you had the same reaction to the R2 unit that saved us."

Time to rip the bacta patch off.

"I don't think I belong here and now," disbelief starts to roll off the two Jedi, "The Trade Federation conflict was sixty years ago to me."

"What makes you come to that conclusion?"

"To me; R2D2's current master is on Ossus, spending time with his wife as the order rebuilds the Library there as a satellite academy. And Obi Wan was his first teacher," The certainty of her words startling the Jedi, "and he died before my birth."

"That's impossible!" Obi Wan's denial ringing through the stunned silence. "There's no way to travel through time."

"All things are possible through the Force. There is a group of Force users known as the Fallanasi who can 'Flowwalk' to send their minds back in time to observe more directly than just casting their senses backwards." Sighing, Callera stands up to pace two paces in the tight quarters. "While I can't project my thoughts, I can welcome you into my mind to see glimpses of my memories. At the very least, hopefully convince you I am not crazy."

Qui-Gon nods in acceptance, while Obi Wan looks on his skepticism rising, "Are you sure about this Master?"

Looking towards his Padawan, matching skeptical eyes with world weary, "If she is this willing to bare her mind in the Force, it might provide clarity that even she cannot see."

Kneeling in the cramped cabin and facing Qui-Gon as he matches her position. Slow deep breathing fills the air, as the two slowly sync.

Two women squaring off, sweat pouring down in the jungle heat, red blades at the ready. "Why sister?!" "I will not force someone to bow before me." "Then you will fall like the others that keep the students from us, traitor!"

Looking out a window to see a massive triangular ship out the window, the awe and dread of its presence shaking the viewer.

Noseless scarred warriors, can't be felt, only reacted to. Another blade forming in Callera's hand as she dashes from hiding place to hiding place.

"You are right and wrong Master Duron; we must be more proactive against the Vong, but we cannot put ourselves at risk with aggression and hate."

"So what will you do?"

"Mirax Horn is delivering some medical supplies to a refugee camp on Dantooine. I have some basic medical training, so I will volunteer there for the time being."

The stench of blood thick as they walk through the ship, determination and hate radiating from their body. The crew of ship cut to pieces, only the captain remains.

"You shouldn't have killed them. The Vong will not honor their cease fire if you hand me over to them. You killed five doctors and ten refugees to try and get me." Pain and loss pouring through the speaker as a sickly green knife forms in their hands, "their lives cry out for yours." Sudden motion and the speaker is right up next to the man, knife in his gut, twisting and turning. "Rot in your afterlife."

Callera's eyes open with a heaving gasp, her whole body shaking as the memories tear through her. Trying to slam those emotional doors shut as she sees Qui-Gon sprawled on the floor, Obi Wan's nervous gaze on her.

"Are you alright Master?"

"Yes, my Padawn, I am fine. I don't think our guest knew the power of the memories we would share." Slowly pulling himself to his feet and straightening his robes, before offering his hand to Callera to help her up. "You have seen much and have been touched by the Dark side Lady Bladesinger." His eyes a wary yet sad.

Callera takes the hand up, adrenaline coursing through her body. "I've been taught by those that lived in the dark and those that live in the light." Sighing softly, "I try to live in the light, but the thorns of the dark are insidious and stubborn."

"That is why you choose to heal those refugees, instead of fighting those foes I saw."

"Correct Master Qui-Gon."

Obi Wan slides into the conversation, "So is she from the future Master?"

"A possible future, but yes I think she is."

"Possible future?"

Callera's tired voice brings them both pause, "Always in motion, the future is. My past which is a potential future might not happen because now this is my present."

Obi Wan winces as he tries to process that statement. "So actions taken now, might mean you don't come to pass, or because you are here actions must happen to allow you to be?"

"Possibly." Callera rubs her forehead tiredly, "Or maybe if a Force vision is not quite right, its because its from a slightly different set of choices. A vision of a right handed killer, but the killer is left handed, does it mean the vision was wrong or did you see it happen in a different timeline?"

"Which means everything you know about the here and now is suspect, if we aren't exactly your past." Qui-Gon speaks up again as the trio starts to absorb some of the implications of Callera's presence.

"I wish Tionne was here," seeing the confused looks she elaborates, "Tionne Solusar was the Jedi Chronicler of my time, piecing together a lot of what happened during this time."

"Why would you need to piece this time together?" Obi Wan's confusion clear.

"Because Jedi and the Republic die in the next 30 years in my timeline."