He was told that meditation was the most respected pass time for a Jedi. It allowed him to harness the Force flowing through his body and channel it into every hair and cell of his skin. The ancient Jedi of the past were said to have spent hours, maybe even days in meditation, sealed away into a mind palace of their own creation; a peaceful place no one could reach but themselves. It was a place he still had yet to find in his own conscience.

The boy was left alone in an empty room with nothing more but a rug and a few scented candles. The scent was supposed to help him focus and channel the energy around him. The soothing smell reminded him of the great flower hills of Pulchrador. He had only ever been there a few times before the great fall.

Before the Purge.

The very thought of the Purge sparked a chain reaction that filled his mind with sounds he never wanted to hear again; screams of children and Jedi he loved so dearly. Those white helmets he once trusted now turned against them as they fired without remorse. Shots and explosions overtook everything as he ran for his life. Fear controlled every part of him on that day; a day he tried too hard to forget.

He awoke with a gasp from his meditation and held his chest as though his heart was going to leap out. His breathing was quick with panic and adrenaline. Looking around, he confirmed this was not the Purge, but another time long in its future.

He was safe, it was over.

"Avlis," A grown white man with a thin beard and chocolate colored hair entered the room quickly, seeing his Padawan in great torment, "I could sense your distress, are you alright?"

Avlis quickly attempted to regain his composure, gulping hard before speaking, "Yes, Master Bando. I'm sorry."

Now being closer to him, Bando could better sense everything his student was feeling and adjusted his posture as such, "You allowed fear into your mind; fear is the path to the dark side, young Avlis. You must not give into it."

"I know, Master. I just …" He paused, hesitant to speak true to his heart, "I started thinking about the Purge."

Bando gently sighed before walking closer to his student, circling him as Avlis got to his feet. Bando checked to see if anything was out of place, like if his cream colored robes were not fastened right, or if his caramel colored hair wasn't brushed today, or if he had not washed his white-shaded face in the last few days. He expected Avlis to be orderly; The Jedi were always obsessed with order. "We all regret everything that transpired that day, my Padawan," Said Bando, "What we do here keeps the Jedi order alive. If you are to become a Jedi Master and continue our religion, you must clear your mind of all those thoughts, no matter how painful."

Avlis hated allowing himself to feel those emotions. A Jedi was meant to maintain composure through every and all circumstances. No matter how evil, how stress full, or how horrible something is, emotion will always be a Jedi's worst enemy. To be the peacekeeper the galaxy needs him to be, he could not allow himself the luxury of feeling.

This is the Jedi way.

"The force is strong with you," Said Bando, "But you lack control, therefore, you are unable to use your strength to its full capacity. You must remain focused during your meditation to increase your abilities. Why don't you take a break, then come back and try again?"

Avlis was more than eager as he stood up and bowed to his master, grabbing a small satchel and throwing it over his shoulder. He thanked him for his time before moving out the door.

"Padawan," Bando made Avlis stop, "Don't let the Dark Side in. Not ever. Do you understand?"

"Of course," he agreed quickly, "Thank you, Master."

Avlis left the room and fled through the small temple. The surfaces crafted by those long since dead were made of stone and brick. The walls were lined with pillars and statues of important Jedi masters. His footsteps echoed through the forgotten hallways and occasionally kicked up dust and leaves. Vines that grew from the cracks in the ground wrapped around some of the statues and pillars.

He left through the large front door and entered the outside world beyond the old Temple. The outside was surrounded by trees so large and wide; he barely could see the sky where he was. The temple was completely covered in shade from the trees and their branches, hiding them from those with eyes high above.

Carefully, he climbed a set of vines that took him up a steep hill and made his way through the forest.

There was clearing at the top of the hill where the sun shined brightly. A few healthy patches of flowers were growing. There was a patch of grass that was bent over; it shaped almost like a human body. He sat in that spot, holding his knees to his chest as he looked up at the blue sky.

This forest was leagues more peaceful than any scented candle.

The force was so strong on this planet, untouched by the Empire. There were no city structures here, just small villages scattered around each continent. Its people were still too primitive to build anything that would take them off world. The planet was far on the edge of the galaxy; its location was known only to a handful of Jedi. Avlis was grateful that his master was one of them.

From his satchel, Avlis pulled out an old book labelled with the Jedi glyph. He was never free of his training, not even during his supposed 'free time'. They were conditioned as youngling's with the notion that every moment must be filled with study. Every aspect of his life was occupied with this religion. It's something he accepted long ago.

Whether he liked it or not.

He chose this path, at least, that's what he tells himself. He left his family at such a young age and hasn't seen them since. The last fifteen years of his life have been dedicated to his training, leaving no room for a real life.

The book he held was on Force Sense. It was arguably the most important aspect of a Jedi, allowing them to become one with the Force in every possible way. Though he had some trouble with the physical applications of the Force, the mental properties were what he always excelled at. It was the subject he felt most comfortable with. True, he could lift objects in the air like everyone else, but the physical side of the Force never came naturally to him like it did with others.

He opened the book and placed it down as he pulled out a small jar from his satchel. In the jar were an array of seeds. Each one was a different flower, providing a nice surprise every time he did this. He buried one of the seeds in the ground and sat on his knees with his hands on his thighs.

His eyes closed as his breathing slowed. In through the nose, out through the mouth; he repeated the process time and time again until he could feel the force flowing through his fingers. He could sense the Force around him; in the grass, the trees, the air, the animals. Every little thing beamed an echo back at his nerves. Everything was within arm's reach, even those that aren't. Every breath of air his own, every drop of water in the dirt.

That water sitting in the dirt began moving toward the seed, feeding it slowly as not to drown it. Sunlight drew itself toward the surface and focused on that single spot. Slowly, the seed sprouted from within the dirt; its stem began to reach the surface, twirling into a beautiful shape. From the top, the petals sprouted into a gorgeous white flower.

Its beautiful petals were sprinkled with water and bathed in the sunlight. Avlis opened his eyes to give his work a smile. This was the part of his training that made him continue it; the ability to bring and preserve life across the galaxy. All the lightsaber training in the world couldn't compare to making a flower grow in a matter of seconds.

Movement grew in the Force, inching closer through the trees. Though he could not see its source, he could feel the footsteps travel across the grass, the sunlight and air shift to the side as the body closed the distance. The aura of the body was gentle and innocent, filled with a natural curiosity.

"Come on out, little one," Avlis called out toward the trees, "I know you're there."

From the trees emerged a child. The child was not human, like him, rather he was of the Rodian species. He was lizard-like, with green scales and antennas on its head. His muzzle was stretched out and his eyes were big without iris's. The boy was small, no taller than up to Avlis's chest He was shy to come out of his hiding place, but inched ever so slowly into the light.

"Eedor," Avlis smiled warmly, gesturing for his little friend, "It's OK, come here."

Eedor hesitantly came over to Avlis and stood before him with his head hung low, "I'm sorry I was sneaking," the boy apologized.

"Don't be, you've become better at masking yourself in the Force. I didn't sense you until you were close to the clearing," Avlis took his hand gently and allowed the boy to sit by his side on the grass. Eedor felt a little more comfortable now, grateful his intrusion was not of disappointment.

"What are you reading?" Eedor asked.

Avlis glanced over to the book sitting on the grass, "I was making plants grow. It helps to stretch my abilities with something like that. You'll find a sufficient Force exercise in time."

Though it was not official, Avlis always seemed to act like a master to the youngling of the temple. With Bando always away on trips for what's left of the Order, it was up to Avlis to guide the younglings in the ways of the Force. Eedor always took the most liking to him out of the others.

"Why flowers?" Eedor asked, "Why grow stuff?"

"I wanna plant one flower on every planet someday. That way, there will always be beauty in the galaxy."

"What if a planet can't sustain life?"

"Please don't crush my dream."

Avlis stood up and helped the boy to his feet, then pointed to the lightsaber hanging from the younglings hip, "Show me what you can do with that."

He looked excited as he pulled out his saber and activated it. A laser erupted from the hilt and forged the shape of a blade. All the Force training was great, no doubt, but he loved feeling like a real Jedi Knight with a lightsaber. It was the signature weapon of the Jedi, a symbol of strength across the galaxy. One felt so powerful with it, as though no one could oppose them. They are trained to avoid selfish thoughts like that, though—most thoughts, in fact.

The boy's lightsaber was blue, held in a youngling's hilt; bulky and simple in design. Eedor began to reenact the techniques taught to him by his master. He moved quickly as he tried to rush through and put extra effort into each swing. He was both trying to impress his superior and look cool in the process. Discipline was a lesson he still had yet to learn.

"Don't push yourself," Avlis said as he stopped him, "Technique is a matter of skill. You don't need to be faster or stronger as long as you have the proper skills. Our technique gives us an advantage over those who rely on strength. Here," He guided him off to the side as he took a place in the center, "Let me show you."

Avlis ignited his own lightsaber and held it in front of him. His feet spread apart with bent knee's for maximum balance and strength. He was always taught to treat his feet like roots, pretending to be a tree stuck in place so the enemy couldn't move you with their attacks. He kept his breathing slow and controlled as he began, using his breath as a rhythm for his movements. The strength of each attack came from his breath and technique, allowing him to spend less energy for a greater output; everything he spent years mastering.

"Trust in the force," Said Avlis, "Don't let your emotions cloud your mind. We must remain vigilant should the enemy ever arrive."

"I know," Said Eedor.

"You know, but you do not feel."

He sped up now, moving his saber left and right and imagining an enemy in front of him. Often, he imagined an electric trooper with a baton as they were the most common enemy to have a dual with. Of course, every once in a while, he would imagine those they fear the most. The Sith, and the inquisitors they train.

Suddenly, he began to hear voices; whispers from a place beyond here. It caused him to slow down and examine the voices he didn't recognize. One was a woman's voice, while the other was more robotic in origin.

"Your form is exceptional," said the robotic voice, "But what you gain in technique, you lack in physical strength. If you are not careful, your enemy will overpower you."

"I can fight just fine!" said the woman.

Was it the Force? What were the voices? Where were they coming from? They sounded as though they were right next to him even though there was no one there but himself and the youngling. He suddenly felt himself cold, like there was metal beneath his feet instead of grass. Avlis turned around trying to find them, but the source was beyond his eyes.

When he turned back around, he found someone standing before him, someone besides Eedor. It was a girl no older than himself, wearing a black sleeveless training uniform with highlights of grey. Her hair was down to her shoulders, each strand darker than his, as well as her eyes. She looked just as surprised to see him as he was to see her.

The saber she used to clash with his was red; the color of the Sith.

She suddenly started pushing him away with rage in her eyes. Avlis stumbled back, holding his lightsaber in front of him. She charged forward with a downward strike that he quickly blocked. The assault continued as he remained on the defensive, fear stricken in his eyes. He rolled away to get some space, but she had quickly closed it with a swipe strike. He barely managed to duck his head and roll again, jumping to his feet and blocking another quick attack.

Finally, he jumped to the offensive, throwing a stab strike at her, but she swiped it away and lunged at him. He spun to the side and dodged her jump, opting to leap backwards and create distance. She landed on her front foot and launched off it, coming at him with blinding speed courtesy of the dark side pushing her. Their sabers collided, forcing him to bend backwards and struggle to keep his balance.

"How did you get in here?!" She finally asked.

The fear inside of him was building up, blocking his connection to the force and sapping him of his will to fight. His eyes shut tightly as he pushed her off, getting ready to come in for another attack. "Get away!" he shouted.

When he opened his eyes, she was gone.

"Avlis?" Eedor was confused by his sudden outbursts, "What's wrong?"

He looked around everywhere, expecting a sneak attack from any angle. That was an Inquisitor, he was sure of it! His first thought was that they had found their hiding place, and were probably attacking the temple right now!

Then, when he finally calmed himself down, he felt the echoes of the Force drifting in the air. She couldn't have been real, not if Eedor didn't see her. She had to be a vision from the Force. The only remaining question was what that vision was of. Was she his future? His past? Or, his present?

Retracting the lightsaber, he tried to play off what had happened, "Learn from my mistakes," He said, kneeling down before the boy, "Don't let fear control you. Don't ever let it in, no matter what."

He nodded, accepting the excuse despite how flawed it may have been. Even Avlis didn't truly believe it. Fear was a part of everyone. He couldn't rid himself of it, only push it down so far that he forgets it was ever there.

…

After returning Eedor to the temple, Avlis immediately brought himself to his master's quarters. The door was closed as it always was. No one was ever allowed to barge inside without their master's permission. He cherished his privacy, and found its violation to be rude. Still, he impatiently knocked on the door and waited for it to open.

Finally, Master Bando opened the large doors with both hands, partially using the Force as they were so heavy, "Avlis," he greeted, "What can I do you for?"

"We need to talk," Avlis anxiously entered the large room, which was filled with as few items as possible; nothing more than a bed, a locked box and a shelf for the Jedi texts.

"Avlis, you look fear stricken," Bando scolded, "I told you fear is the path to the dark side-"

"I had a vision," Avlis cut off desperately, "Earlier, in the forest, the Force gave me a vision."

"Of what?"

"…An inquisitor."

The very name was one not to be taken lightly. Bando knew them well as those trained by the Empire in the ways of the dark side. They were the loophole for the "Rule of Two" in Sith culture, where there can only ever be two Sith at a time; a master and an apprentice. The inquisitors would never inherit the title or even become as powerful, but they are still trained in the basics, enough to hunt and kill the Jedi Order and everyone dedicated to it.

Bando sat him down into a meditative position, kneeling before him with a calming expression, "Tell me everything you saw," He commanded.

"It was a girl my age," Avlis answered, "She was dressed in an inquisitor training outfit or something. Her saber was red, and she was so angry. She tried fighting me-"

"She could see you?"

"Yeah, it was like she was really there, but then she was just gone."

He pondered this, the concept being not entirely foreign to the Jedi Master. "I have heard of this before," he claimed, "The Force works in many different ways. Our visions are often prophecies of our future, or peeks into our destiny. This girl—whoever she is—must be connected to your future."

"But she was so real, like she was reacting to everything just as I was."

"…Perhaps because she was," He said with worry in his voice, "Sometimes, the Force will connect those who's destinies are intertwined. Perhaps you saw her, wherever in the galaxy she is, for just a moment."

He had never experienced this himself as it was very rare among Force users. Sometimes, when two users' power is perfectly equal, or if their futures are connected, they forge a bond through the Force, and they are able to see one another across the galaxy. No one knew the extent of this power as few have ever had the chance to study it. Though, he didn't seem surprised Avlis could achieve this power, as he always was ahead of Force Sense training.

"So …I'm going to meet this girl?" Avlis asked.

"Most likely in battle, yes."

"Master, if I'm having visions about Inquisitors, does that mean they've found us?"

He put a hand on his shoulder to calm him, "No. This planet is off the galaxy charts. They will never find us here, I promise you. If any Inquisitors were here, I would know."

He tried to keep himself calm by using his training, but just seeing that red saber brought back painful memories. Three years ago, he had watched his friends and mentors be struck down by those they once called friends. His entire world had come apart in a matter of hours with no hope of recovery. The entire order—everything he dedicated his life to and what he gave up everything to pursue—was completely destroyed. He'd spent three years isolated on this planet, hoping he'd never have to face the Empire. It's a shame that fate must have other ideas.

"I suggest you meditate while I'm gone," Bando stood straight, "It'll help."

"While you're gone?' Where are you going?"

"Earlier today, we caught wind of a strange transmission that suddenly popped up. I'm heading over to the planet Tanqua to investigate it. You'll have to manage here on your own for a few hours."

"Why bother investigating?"

"Those left of the Jedi contacted me, they think it's a good idea. Just meditate like I said, and you'll be fine."

The master left without saying much more, leaving no room for an emotional goodbye.

Avlis understood why meditating mattered so much, but it never seemed to help him. Fear always seemed to find its way in and halt his progress. His emotions were apart of him, but he was always taught they would be his downfall. A rush of fear, anger, or hatred would lead him down a dark path. Giving into the surge of happiness and joy could also prove dangerous. That's why they taught the padawans to control and suppress all those emotions no matter what.

He left the room and roamed the empty walls, reading the many glyphs written on them by the Jedi of old. People long since dead still control their every move with nonexistent eyes from beyond the grave. Even when he was alone, he felt he could never admit the deepest thought hidden within the complexity of his mind.

The Jedi Order was flawed.

An idea so foreign, especially now that the Jedi Order has become something of a martyr. Everyone looked back at their prime and saw only perfection; guardians of peace in a time of darkness. Avlis trained in the middle of that 'perfection' and found it not so perfect. The emotional turmoil of having to hide his feelings always got to him while the old masters watched from another plane beyond death. They watch and keep secrets and expect everyone to be the same person. Avlis hadn't quit by the time of the purge because he still believed in their goal, even if he disagreed with the methods. He wanted to protect the galaxy as best he could.

It wasn't as though all emotion was banned, but anything negative was, and positive emotions were limited. Nowhere was safe to just speak his mind, nowhere past his own mind. Even that, occasionally, was compromised.

Avlis found himself in a large and empty training room with stone dummies set up all over. This is where they learned to control their skill with a lightsaber by teaching themselves to graze and burn the statue, but never make a single cut. It was to exercise control in the mind, something he really needed right now.

He ignited his saber and held it gently in front of him as he moved forward, keeping his stance strong as his feet crossed over one another. His eyes closed, relying only on the force to guide him. The saber would gently brush against the stone as he passed, moving his arms to shave them like strands of hair. Burn marks were left behind, but not a single cut was made to them. Anytime he came close to bumping into one, he could move aside at the last second, having sensed the object coming.

As he moved through the room, he started to find a sense of peace with his breathing. In through the nose, out through the mouth. He channeled more than air; he channeled the force through himself and it helped him relax. When one holds their fingers out and attempts to hold them still, they often twitch slightly. A Jedi knows they've reached maximum control when those fingers no longer twitch. Avlis still had a long way to go before reaching that level.

"Execute …" A voice echoed.

He tried to block it out, not wanting to relive those memories again. This wasn't the first time they crept up on him. For years they could come back to haunt his dreams and turn them into nightmares. Bando always said it was a result of giving into fear, and he should learn to block it out. Even now, as he tried to do so, it still found its way inside.

"Execute …" it went again, "Execute Order 66 …"

He opened his eyes with a gasp and found he was no longer in the training room, at least not the one he should be. This room was crafted specifically for younglings and padawans, like the one he used to train in back on Coruscant. There were red chairs sitting in the corner against large windows that looked out over the impossibly large city. The ground was decorated with a golden circle with a hole in the middle, revealing more of the red floor it existed on. Darkness was prime in the room as the lights were off. This was where he would train with all his friends.

The same ones currently hiding behind those red chairs.

The door to the room opened behind him, and a man in a dark cloak appeared from it. As he entered the room, the younglings and padawan emerged from their hiding places and approached him, suddenly feeling safe now that a Jedi master was here. One boy, young and naive, came the closest and begged the man "Master Skywalker, there are too many of them. What are we going to do?" The man just looked at him with those horrible orange eyes as his saber ignited.

This was that moment.

"No!" Avlis shouted, stepping in front of the man and the boy with his lightsaber up, "Get away from them!"

His efforts meant nothing as the cloaked man moved straight through him, and brought his saber down on the boy. The youngling had died instantly as the blade passed through his body, and Avlis could only watch for the second time. The youngling's screamed and tried to run away as the man slashed through them. Only a few managed to get away.

"Stop!" Avlis shouted again with rage filling his throat, bring down his own saber on the cloaked man.

Reality shattered when the stone dummy broke in half from his slice. The sound of the stone hitting the ground brought him back, and he found himself in the temple training room once again. He looked around expecting to find the man readying for an attack, but there was no one. He wouldn't be there. It wasn't the present; it was his past.

And he could never change it.

"Avlis?"

Eedors voice echoed from the entrance of the room as he held his hands to the side of the door. He looked frightened; his eyes squinting as his legs shook. Though the master told him to never feel fear, he couldn't help but feel It now.

Avlis retracted his saber and slapped it onto his hip in worry, trying to sooth the boy with his arms out, "It's OK," He said, kneeling down and getting to his knees, "Come here, Eedor, It's OK."

It took some soothing and gentle words to finally convince the little boy to move closer, keeping his body posture closed and on alert. When he was finally close enough, Avlis held the boy by his shoulder and looked him in the eyes with a smile.

"Don't be afraid, Eedor," Avlis said, "Nothing's wrong."

"You were really scary," Eedor whispered.

"I know …I was afraid. That's what happens when you let yourself give into fear."

"Jedi don't fear."

"Jedi can't fear. There's a difference. We still feel it, and sometimes it takes hold of us. Our job is to become stronger than it, not rid it completely. We can't help how we feel; it's in our nature."

Eedor was still hesitant to believe that he was being truthful. Their master taught them to believe fear was the ultimate enemy. If a Jedi felt fear, then you should fear them, for the Dark Side may be strong within. To become too emotional is to become corrupted, and there was no exception. Still, he cared for Avlis and knew him well, and he wanted to believe what he saw was really nothing more than a hiccup in his training.

"Go back with the others, little one," Avlis reassured, "I'm OK. It'll be our little secret."

"But Jedi mustn't keep-"

"Go," he dragged his word, gently pushing the little padawan toward the door. When he was gone. Avlis's confident expression vanished from his face. He knew it likely wasn't as simple as that, but what was he to say? The child was just as traumatized underneath as anyone else here after what happened. Avlis shouldn't go about and make it worse.

…

The nightfall came rather quickly. Avlis slept in his quarters full of dust and broken debris from the crumbling temple. It wasn't the ideal living arrangements, but they were lucky to have it at all. Three years they spent in this temple, training in the forests of this planet. No matter how grim it might have been, the Jedi order had to continue even if it was in shambles. Master always said they were the last real hope of the galaxy when everyone else had lost theirs.

Avlis did what he always did at night; stare at the ceiling and let his body relax. He let the force pass through his limbs with each breath he took. It was a form of meditation he executed just before bed every night, and he needed it more than ever after today. It's not just the Jedi Order that's in shambles, but the Force as well. It connects all living things and represents the balance in the galaxy. That balance has been severely tipped since the fall of the Order.

Every day it became harder and harder to feel the balance.

"We were informed this was some sort of reward for our progress," Said an echoing voice.

Avlis sat up and found he was no longer in his bed. He was laying on a metal surface within a large room. A table was sitting in the center with people all around it, some his own age. Every sound had a reverb, with the voices ringing louder than any other vibration. Avlis stood up and kept his distance from them all. This had to be the Force again, making him see things he shouldn't.

This place—the design and color—it had to be the Empire. The kids standing around the table all wore Inquisitor Training gear, with Sith Sabers resting on their hilts.

Then, he saw her.

Sitting at the table was the girl from his vision. He approached her slowly and kneeled in close, wanting to get a better look at her. Now that she wasn't trying to kill him, she looked fairly normal. He always expected Inquisitors to look like monsters—Malformed and broken by the torture of the Empire. Yet, she seemed like a regular person, full of life and purpose. Being this close to her, he could feel a connection. It was strong, pulling him toward her like a magnet. Was this the Force?

Avlis suddenly felt a weight in his chest. It was an immediate sense of worry, anxiety, fear and suffering all rolled into one. Nothing had brought it on, nothing in the immediate vicinity. It was just something he could feel but couldn't see. They weren't his own feelings, he realized. They were hers. She was scared of something.

Of him.

The girl refused to turn around when she heard it. The raspy, slow breathing through a collective of machinery. Footsteps moved through the room, each one louder than the last as they echoed across the walls.

His attire was completely black, down to the lenses of his helmet. A circuit board was attacked to his chest, connecting through the fabrics into his helmet to help with his breathing. Despite this, he had no trouble moving around as his lightsaber bounced at his hip. His cape flew in the air as he walked, asserting his presence in the room. No one spoke, no one moved but Coven when he bowed to his Lords presence.

Avlis wanted to immediately run before remembering that none of this was real, at least not to him. He knew the truth about Vader through his master. He knew who he was and what he became. Out of caution, Avlis did his best to mask his fear and anger in case Vader might end up sensing it. This was the same man who murdered his friends three years ago; the one who turned from the order.

"Lord Vader," One man said with the utmost respect, "We are honored to have you here on the Tanqua station."

Avlis heard that name before; Tanqua. His master had mentioned the planet before he left. Is the Empire the reason he went there?

Vader looked down on him, showing little movement with his words, "Spare me your flattery, Coven," His voice was digitized, "Do you have who I asked for?"

Coven stood up straight and gestured to the three apprentices sitting at the table. Each of them straightened their backs the moment Vader had entered. Even Avlis straightened up despite the fact that he was unseen. The stories they had heard couldn't compare to what they were feeling now.

Coven quickly used the remote in his hand to zoom in on the hologram sitting at the center of the table. It was a recreation of the planet they orbited, "This is the planet Tanqua," he said quickly, "There are only three landmasses of significant size. On each of these continents exists one of these."

He zoomed in further to one of the sites. Revealed was a series of buildings, ancient in structure and crumbling on the surface. They had never seen a structure quite like it before, at least not outside the books they studied.

"Is that a temple?" asked the girl.

"We know not if it belonged to Jedi or Sith. What we do know is that there is a large energy signature coming from the planet, and that signal is scattered between these temples. Your exercise in training today was to determine who was the strongest and most capable to take on this mission."

This had to be what Avlis's master was going to investigate. If the Empire is seeking it as well, that means he'll have Inquisitors on him before he finds whatever it is he is looking for What could be so important that so many people are chasing after it—that even Vader himself is getting involved?

"You have one objective," Vader spoke deeply, "Find whatever is inside and bring it to me personally."

He was forced out of the vision and back into his broken room at the temple. He no longer felt any desire to sleep after what he had just seen. His master left for the same planet the Empire will soon be on. There is every chance he could get caught by them and tortured like everyone else. This had to be the reason the Force showed him this; to save his master from the Empire before it was too late.

Avlis rushed into the main room of the temple where most of their gear was kept and dug up a small communicator. The master said only to use it for emergencies, and this definitely felt like one. Yet, no matter how much Avlis fiddled with the device, he couldn't get a signal out to his master's ship. He never was good at answering when he was out on missions; it was one of his infamous qualities.

There was only one other way to warn him now.

If he could somehow use the force to feel his master across space, he would, but Avlis hasn't mastered it at that distance yet, despite his sudden and strange connection to that young girl. Instead, he made for the forest only just outside the Temple. Covered in leaves and green fabric was a set of small Jedi Fighters they had used to escape to this planet. The masters ship was the only one regularly used, but that couldn't stop him. As much as he hated the idea of leaving the Padawans alone, he had no time to waste if it meant his masters life.

He locked himself into the cockpit and started up the engines. Normally a droid would help them with the piloting and navigating, but all their droids were destroyed during the escape from the Purge. Avlis only learned to fly a bit during simulations, but he knew the Auto pilot could handle the hard parts.

"Please be OK," Avlis said to himself as the ship began hovering off the ground. He couldn't worry about whether he woke the Padawans or not. They know what to do if they're ever found alone; it's in their training. He couldn't spare anymore time as he took off through the sky, the planet Tanqua locked into the systems.