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Rating: T for violence, disturbing imagery, and dark themes

Author's Note: Sorry for the late update, both my beta and I have been extremely busy. This chapter is much longer than the others, though, so I hope it makes up for the wait!

Chapter 7

Halfway to Coruscant, I turn back. I can't do it. The memories from the past few days are starting to solidify, and my head feels like an axe is splitting it open from the inside, not to mention the pain from the visions.

There are still huge gaps in the memories, and I need to know what happened. The glimpses I've seen are of violence and fear, and that terrifies me. What had I done?

There's only one place with people who have the power to help me. And KZ-4 is not going to like it. Even as I set the coordinates he lets out a whiny beep.

"That's right," I reply as the ship shoots off. "We're going to Dathomir. The planet of witches."

Mid Rim Region, Quelii Sector, Dathomir System, 39 BBY

The red planet looks like bad news even as we fly in closer. KZ-4 shivers, and I steel myself for the challenge. It's not easy to convince a witch to help you, but I have some tricks up my sleeve. I wouldn't be a Sith if I didn't.

We park in a secluded forest area not far from the largest city. It's disturbing walking through the forests, the gold and silver eyes flickering from the dark shadows and following our progress. The Force around here is strong, made even stronger by the planet. Almost all the Nightsisters and Nightbrothers here can use the dark side of the Force. I've both fought against and worked with many Dathomirians and Zabraks before. My master has a soft spot for them, but he has a soft spot for anyone using the dark side of the Force.

I walk through the main streets, the darkness unnerving. This is isn't a light and sunny planet with rainbows and unicorns. The sun is red, casting a strange tinge of light on everything, and and I know I can't fight my way through this mess if things go south. The Nightsisters and Nightbrothers are mercenaries and assassins, and though I could fight them one-on-one, I know I'm hugely outnumbered. KZ-4 follows closely behind me, often bumping into my heel. He's a wuss when it comes to these kind of things.

There's a roar in the distance, probably from a Rancor. With dark magic comes dark and vile creatures. Snakes and lizards are the tame ones on this planet. Overhead, Veeka - red-plumed birds eaten by the Dathomirians and the Kiffars - screech and fly, claiming the sky as their territory.

But I don't think the red sun or the darkness or the wild creatures are the reason for my unease. It has to do with the Force and with the Dathomirians and Zabraks themselves. I get the feeling one or more of them are intertwined with my future, and not in a good way. My powers of a Seer are limited to other people's futures, but I still have the Force, which allows me to be sensitive to things other people are not. And I'm getting the bad feeling that someone on this planet is one day going to destroy my life.

Shrugging it off, I continue on. If I want to get my memories back, I can't let fear get the best of me. I am fearless, or at least I should be. The thought makes a flash of images of darkness and a...black fountain... hit me, and once again I'm left frustrated that my memories are so close, yet so far.

With my black hood all the way up and my face covered in shadows, it's impossible to tell that I am a Human and not a Nightsister. My droid is a little odd, but I wasn't going to leave him all alone in my ship. He won't admit it, but deep down he's a scaredy-cat who needs me.

There's a Nightsister sitting on the dusty ground at the base of a tree, eyes closed and mind concentrated. She's connecting to the Force, but she's having trouble. I can feel her frustration and deep hidden anger, which, ironically, is exactly why she can't connect. Heading her way, she doesn't even register me standing above her.

"Try letting go of your emotions," I suggest in a quiet voice. "Let go of everything tethering you to this world."

She doesn't open her eyes, but she must heed my advice since I sense her emotions slowly slipping away, and her mind catching a hold on the Force. Her red and black striped lips curve upwards in satisfaction, and she pops open silver eyes to look at me.

"Who am I to thank for the help?" she asks, and I sense her searching the Force to try and identify me. I know she won't have much luck, since I am not from this planet.

"I am a fellow dark side user in need of a little help myself," I reply. "Where might I find the Clan Mother?"

"A foreigner," she muses. "The Force is strong with you...but you are frustrated by something you do not know. Yes, I will take you to Talzin. She will be able to help you, for a price." She stands, and glances at my droid before back at me. Her eyes glow out from the red shapes around them which almost look like blood against the white skin of her forehead and the sides of her face. "I am Senka Ventress."

We walk through the dusty road in silence. I'm getting strange readings from her, a future that is not her own but someone like her… "Do you have a sister?" I question.

Senka shakes her head. "No."

"A cousin? An aunt? Any female relative?"

"I have a daughter," she replies, giving me a strange look. "Why?"

"I can see glimpses of the future," I answer. "What's your daughter's name?"

"Asajj," she says before stopping. "She's not very old. What do you see?"

I rub my forehead with my fingers. "It's not complete, and I shouldn't be telling you this, but...She will be taken from you soon, a gift to ensure peace. She will betray you and the Clan, and she will be betrayed by the one she turned on you for. She will return and join the Clan again, under Talzin...but she will never know you."

"Have you seen anything else?" Senka asks breathlessly.

"Asajj will be one of the few survivors when your coven is all but destroyed." My head spins, and I wonder why all my visions have to do with death and darkness.

Senka nods her head. "Thank you, sister. You bring me great peace."

I frown. "Peace?" Death and betrayal doesn't sound like peace to me.

"My mate has been dreaming too, of death. We feared it was Asajj's death, but your words confirm it is not." She smiles a small smile before continuing on.

I'm getting the feeling that she's perfectly okay with sending her daughter away as an infant to ensure peace, and that's a little disturbing. How can you be that dedicated to a coven? It blows my mind, but then I realize that she could say similar things if she knew why I had joined the Sith. By becoming an agent of the dark side I surrendered my humanity and my morals. For her that might sound as bad as giving a baby away sounds to me.

We arrive at a large hut in the forest. There are two young boys wrestling outside, a woman - their mother, I assume - watching from the porch. She looks up as Senka and I enter her view, and she narrows her eyes at me. She knows who I am.

"Maul! Opress! Come back inside!" she calls. My body flinches at the name Maul, though I don't know why. I've never met him, and I've never heard of him.

"Talzin, this is…" Senka trails off as she realizes she never learned my name.

"Minerva," I fill in, knowing it's not worth hiding it from the witches. They'll know who I am soon enough. I bow slightly in respect of the tall woman standing in front of me. Like Senka, her skin is white, but the colored shapes around her mouth and eyes are black. She, too, has silver eyes, and those bore into me, seemingly reading straight through me. "I have come for assistance."

Her bright red outfit is a shade darker than her orange-red shawl that covers her bald head and shoulders. The two tassels on the end of the shawl, one on each side, bounce a little as she tilts her head. She's trying to read me, I can tell.

"Come in," she finally says, holding the door open. Senka and I enter. The inside is smaller than the outside makes it appear, but we're led to a small table in a warm room. There is a dark candle with a red flame dimly illuminating the room. After all take our seats, she begins. "What is it you need from me, daughter of the dark side?"

A scent is emitting from the candle, one that smells of cinnamon. Focusing on it, I convince my muscles to relax, and I let out a deep breath. "My memories of the last few days escape me. I feel strange, as if whatever I did was not entirely of my own doing."

"A disturbance in the Force," she comments, and I nod. "If I restore your memories, what will you give me?"

"The future," I offer. "I can see parts of the future."

She presses her lips into a tight line and nods, and I sense she's worried about the future. Now isn't the time to be worrying about her, though. Now is the time for my memories to return to me. "Close your eyes," she orders, and I do. Talzin begins chanting lowly in an unknown language, and I feel the Force engulf me, swallowing me up. The chair I'm sitting on disappears, as does the hut and the table and the Dathomirians around me. The only thing that follows is the faint scent of cinnamon…

72 Hours Ago - Outer Rim Territories, Thrasybule Sector, Malrev System

Power and the need to make it known thrums through my veins. The bodies of dozens of Irrukiines are the only clues left behind of my journey to the Sith temple of Malrev IV. KZ-4 sets a course to another planet, but I hear the voices of the previous Sith lords whispering in my ear, influencing my thoughts.

"No, KZ," I say, my voice sounding robotic. "We're going to Moraband."

My droid shudders and whines, and I feel the fear. Moraband is the home of the Sith, the original planet of my people. It had been abandoned after years of war, and no one had gone there since. I would be the first in decades. "Set the course. I have to meet someone."

60 Hours Ago - Outer Rim Territories, Unknown Sector, Unknown System

My feet slip again in the loose dust of Moraband's ground. The air is hot and dry, and not a single gust of wind breaks the odd silence of the planet. Ruins are everywhere - starships, broken lightsabers, Jedi tools, homes, military bases - a scavenger could make a fortune here. Except scavengers don't dare enter the home of the Sith. No one dares enter here.

Legends tell of the ghosts of the old Sith that still haunt this old place. Looking at the planet from the ground, I can tell you it would make sense. I haven't encountered any myself, but this whole place looks like a horror story waiting to happen. It's deathly quiet - the entire planet devoid of any life forms - and only my goal of power and confidence drives me forward. I can never return to being the coward I once was, and this is the only way to firm my resolve.

Again I stumble, and this time I fall, my arms swinging forward to catch myself. My face is only inches from the ground, but I'd caught myself in time. Opening my eyes, I suddenly jump up, shrieking in terror. There's a grinning skull facing me, half buried in the once fertile dirt. My eyes scan the ground closer from then on, and I wish I'm not so paranoid, because once I start looking, all I see are the skeletons with tattered remains of clothing. All the unburied casualties of the ancient wars are my company as I continued my hike, searching for the Valley of the Dark Lords.

Eventually my curiosity gets the best of me, and I start scavenging from the ruins I pass. I find a satchel in decent shape that I use as an artifact bag, and I pick up broken lightsabers and ancient Jedi and Sith tools, tucking them away for safekeeping. This whole planet is right out of the pages of history books, but no one has ever written about it. Maybe I can be the first...and the only, since no one else dares to come near this place.

The dark side of the Force is strong here, stronger than even in the Sith temple on Malrev IV. I feel it all around me as I travel, searching for the sacred place that is calling to me.

The arid climate wears me out, and I fold up my black robes, tucking them into the satchel with my hidden treasures. I continue stumbling forward, searching the Force for directions. I get the feeling as though I'm getting closer, and I start jogging, sensing answers soon.

The brown, rugged mountain peaks rise up in a circle, and I instinctively know that they protect the Valley of the Dark Lords. My speed increases and soon I'm at the opening, staring down below. Whispers similar to those I heard in the temple are even louder here, emitting from shrines of the past Sith.

One in particular calls to me. It's the biggest and grandest, and I stumble towards it, collapsing on my knees in front of it. Carved into the black obsidian is the name "Darth Bane". This is the tomb of one of the most powerful and famous Sith lords. Forgotten by most now, he still remains important to the Sith.

His ghostly form appears next to me, but I'm not scared. It's just a spectre, albeit a fiery one at that. And he's the one who called me here, so it's not like I'm unwelcome.

"Why did you call me here, Master?" I ask, my head bowed in respect. He doesn't answer the way I'm expecting.

"This planet was once the home of many powerful dark side users," his deep voice says, the words echoing across the empty valley. "It was not a peaceful place. The Sith killed each other, victims of their own greed. But from the ashes of destruction, I was the last survivor. I understood what lust and the love of power does to a race, but I could do nothing but watch as my people weakened each other to the point where the Jedi could defeat them. The war raged on, and the Sith fought valiantly, but there was never hope for them to win. The Sith cannot exist in large numbers, else we tear each other apart." He pauses, letting his words sink in. "I created the Rule of Two. One Sith master, and one Sith apprentice. Only two, and no more or no less. The master holds the power, and the apprentice craves it. This is the only way the Sith can exist and be strong enough to defeat the Jedi."

It's a nice lesson in Sith history, but I did not crawl across miles of graveyard and ruins to hear what Sidious had already told me. I came to learn how to be powerful and how to not be weak. "Why are you telling me this?" I question.

"For one thousand years, this arrangement has worked. Then you joined as Darth Sidious' apprentice." His fire eyes bore into my orange ones. "You don't crave power like the others. For a millenia I've existed in this form, watching as the plans of the dark side slowly come together. Your master is the most powerful Sith in many years, and the wisest. His biggest mistake, however, was choosing you."

"May I ask why?" If not, too bad. I just asked. And he better give me a good answer, because I'm feeling very insulted right now. Am I a mistake because I am too weak? Because I'm a coward? Because I'm a disappointment? My childhood fears come back in a wave, beating me down. I try to bury them, but I can't. Darth Bane, one of the most powerful Sith lords ever, has just called me a mistake.

"You're supposed to want power as much as your master, but the only power you want is to prove to yourself and to the world that you're not weak," Darth Bane answers, mirroring my thoughts. "You don't care about overthrowing the Jedi as long as you know you can defeat them whenever you want. You don't care about making people fear you as long as you know you can make them scared. You just want to prove to the world that you're not a terrified little eight-year-old who can't even stand up to your father, because you're afraid he'll hit you like he hits your mother. And you never want to be a coward like your brother, who - "

"No," I hiss, interrupting him. My voice is pure venom. I don't care if Darth Bane is the most powerful Sith ever, but he just did not go there. "You don't ever compare me to that eight-year-old girl, and you never, ever, bring up Xavier. You don't get to do that. I'm not that person, and I've earned the right to bury that past. I worked my butt off for Darth Sidious, learning to put my past behind me and to not be afraid. I took all his abuse, knowing it would be worth never going back. I went to that temple on Malrev IV to bury my emotions, to feel powerful again, and I came here because I thought you were going to help me, not tear me down and insult me. Instead you call me a mistake! Well, I'll show you. I'll prove it to you, and to every Sith buried here, and to Darth Sidious. I'll prove I'm powerful and and deserve to be feared. I'm not a mistake, and I'm not weak." The blood in my veins is pumping wildly, and my heart is racing with adrenaline. "What do I have to do to prove I'm worthy?"

His mouth turns upwards into a smile. "That's the fire you showed when Darth Sidious first saw when he was looking for an apprentice. That resolve is why you were picked above all else. You're dedicated, Minerva. Just a little misguided. If you want to prove your worthiness, travel to Eriadu. There is a man there under the name of Tarkin. He will prove valuable to Darth Sidious and the Galactic Empire when it forms. He just needs a little...nudging in the right direction."

"How so?" I ask, standing up and looking Darth Bane directly in the eyes, squaring my shoulders to display confidence and power.

"Well, for starters, he needs a reason to work for Darth Sidious. He's a good man, but a little tragedy and suffering will lead to anger, and anger will turn to want for revenge...and Darth Sidious will come in then, and promise him that revenge in return for his services."

"I understand my job," I say firmly. "And it will be done. But I am not returning to Darth Sidious. I refuse. He will kill me before I even have a chance to speak."

Darth Bane nods. "That is understandable. But you will always have to be on the run from him if you choose to stay a Sith."

Swallowing, I finally bow politely. "Thank you for your wisdom. My mind is clearer than ever, and I am not without direction." His spectre blows away as if the wind had carried it, but there is no wind.

I begin the long trek back to my starship, but a nagging thought continues to follow me - is my mind really clearer than ever, or is it even more murkier than before?

48 Hours Ago - Outer Rim Territories, Seswenna Sector, Unknown System

KZ-4 and I set down in Phelar, the biggest city on Eriadu. This city - and the entire planet- is known for it's Lommite export, but in a few decades it will be known for something much more. If I do complete my mission, that is.

If I cause enough tragedy in Tarkin's life now, he will join Darth Sidious and eventually become leader of this planet (and of one other extremely important thing that is blocked from my view. Like I have stated before, I don't see everything in the future) and bring it to a high status. The entire universe will know and look up to Eriadu.

I'm in a tree near Tarkin's house. He still lives with his parents while attending the exclusive Phelar Academy. No one is home, and I don't want to interact with others before completing this mission. If you asked me to my face, I'd say it's because I don't want to get distracted, but the truth is that I'm scared the resolve I had on Moraband will fizzle away once I rejoin society. Darth Bane had been right when he said I'm not as power-hungry as other Sith. Actually, all of what he had said had been true, even if I try to deny it. I don't care about ruling the universe as long as I know I'm not weak and cowardly. I just want reassurance that I will never be that person again.

I can't believe he had brought up my brother, though. And I bet had I not interrupted him, he would have mentioned my sister, too. He out of all people should know I don't discuss them. Even Darth Sidious had been careful to never bring them up. Everyone has their no-no topic, and that is mine.

His words keep echoing in my mind, though, and the memories I had long stored away decide they've been shelved for too long…

Outer Rim Territory, Unknown Sector, Anthan System, 50 BBY

It's raining again. It always seems to rain here, but I suppose without the rain the vegetation wouldn't grow and the forests would be dried out and brown. That's how I feel right now. I feel like a dried out husk, a shadow of a shadow. Even as I stand outside the rain doesn't reach me past my heavy black robes. The hood is pulled over my head and it's deep enough to cover my face. Underneath my black dress and black dress shoes are dry, dry and brittle unlike the cobblestones, or the wood of the coffin, and unlike the corpse of my brother.

The casket is open as the beasts pull in forward, the members of the village following in a mournful procession to the graveyard. My brother is already dead, but it seems he has to drown in his own child-sized coffin to confirm it. If there's a God out there, he really has it out for my family.

Thunder rumbles, a sign of a storm front, but nobody retreats inside. Funerals are a big deal in our town, especially those of children. Xavier is - was - only ten.

My parents walk beside the coffin, one on each side, a hand on the polished wood. They look solemn as they progress on, but they don't deserve that position. They're the reason he's dead. Because my parents had both broken their vows of loyalty and decided to split up, also dooming us children to be split up, my brother had been offered one choice: to stay with our father. Our father, who we often heard beating up his wife late at night after returning from his mistress'. Our father, who ignored and neglected us. Xavier couldn't bear to live with him, so he'd made himself another choice: death.

Killing someone takes resolve. Ending your own life takes nerve, because even though you hate where you are and who you're with and how things are, everyone still has a part of them that doesn't want to die. A fear of the unknown, a fear of being forgotten. It takes bravery or complete, utter hopelessness to get over that fear and take the final steps, and my brother had taken them. He didn't have to die. I don't agree with his choice, and I don't condone it, but he did die a braver person than I can ever hope to be.

But how it hurts. It hurts to be walking behind the coffin with his cold body floating in the few inches of water at the bottom. It hurts to see my mother and father putting on sad faces as if they're really sorry they lost their first and only son. It's just plain harsh to see people who ignored our pleas for help and who bullied us, wiping tears from their eyes as if they'll really miss him.

It hurts most of all for Lillea and I, for he is - was - the only person to understand what we are going through. Without him we are on our own, and we need him. He had always been the one to hold Lillea during a particularly violent fight, and he had been the one to make sure we had three meals a day. I don't understand why he would leave me, the weak one, to be the one to comfort Lillea. He had been the one to help us with our classes, and he had been the one to fend off the bullies. He had held us together, and now he's gone. I would give anything to switch places with him.

And it's all because our parents weren't loyal to each other. What's really insulting is that they don't even think they're the ones to blame. They're too blind to see how weak and cowardly they are, and they're too prideful to see the chasm below their feet that we had all been stuck in. And even now they make up pathetic excuses about why Xavier would have done something like this.

I don't cry as they bury my brother six feet under. I can't. Lillea does. She sobs, thick tears and soul-wrenching cries coming from her. Xavier had been her hero, her big brother. She has no one else except for me left. Lillea clings to me as the dirt is shoveled on top of our best friend, unable to accept the fact that he's gone.

My arm is wrapped around my younger sister, but I only feel numb as he disappears. I don't know what to do. I keep standing in the rain long after the village disappears back to their houses, and long after my father leaves with his girlfriend and my mother leaves with her boyfriend. They're traitors to me, traitors to Lillea, and were traitors to Xavier. I guess they can only let down two of us now.

Lillea's sobs turn into screams, and she falls on her knees, screaming her injustice at the world, at our parents, at the trees, at anyone who will listen and those who won't. The rain drowns her out, just like they drowned Xavier, but I'm still dry, protected by the dark fabric and my shattered heart. The only emotion in me is rage, the slow burning type, but I'm not sure who my anger is directed at. Is it my unfaithful parents? Does it belong to the fake mourners? Or am I upset at myself?

No. If anything, I'm angry at Xavier for leaving me all alone in this. I'm mad at the one person who could cause me this much pain. The one person who I trusted not to leave my side. If anyone in our family is disloyal, it's him. He promised me he'd never leave me, and then he goes ahead and does something like this. I trusted him, and he let me down. Disappointed me.

Standing in the rain and watching the water drip down my brother's gravestone onto the freshly churned dirt, I promise myself two things: I will never be disloyal, and I will never trust anyone.

46 Hours Ago - Outer Rim Territories, Seswenna Sector, Unknown System

The memories are returning, and I can't have that. They hurt too much to think about, so I scan the items in my satchel that I had picked up from Moraband. There's a few broken lightsaber hilts, and I pick up the one that seems least damaged. I tinker with it for a while, scrapping parts from the others ones to repair it. When it looks fixed, I hit the button, and a yellow blade springs out.

"Yellow?" I ask myself, wondering at the strange color. The crystals that affect the color of the lightsaber are found mostly in blue, green, and red, so other colors like yellow are rare. The Jedi almost always pick blue, green, and sometimes purple, while Sith tend to like red. Usually the color tells you something about the person who made it.

I retract the blade, but I don't stop thinking about the odd color choice. It has to mean something special, but what? The weapon has been buried on Moraband for too long for me to pick up clues about the previous owner, but I wish I knew what had been on their mind when they build it. Yellow is a neutral color, not red like Sith but not blue like the Jedi. Who had they been?

Unfortunately their legacy had died on Moraband with them, and I am never going to be able to discover what had been on his or her mind. Shrugging with slight annoyance, I slip the lightsaber by my own one on my belt.

45 Hours Ago - Outer Rim Territories, Seswenna Sector, Unknown System

A man and woman enter the house, and I know the time has come. Taking a deep breath to clear my mind, I pull my hood down lower and tuck my hair into the robe. If I'm identified as the perpetrator of the crime, then Tarkin will know the Sith are behind his parents' death, and he won't join Darth Sidious. But if he thinks it's just some lightsaber-wielding maniac then he shouldn't have any qualms about the dark side.

I slip into the house by way of the back door. The man is sitting on a chair in the kitchen, reading something aloud as the woman begins to cook. Neither hear me as I creep closer. I'm about to make my move when I hear the front door open and close, and a man in his late twenties or early thirties appear. It's Tarkin. I am about to slip back and rethink my plan when I realize this will be better executed if he watches.

He stands in the doorway of the kitchen, and when he leans down to untie his shoes I make my move. Rushing from my hiding spot, I pull out the yellow lightsaber and use it to make short work of his parents. With smoking holes in their chests, they fall to the ground.

It all happens before he even has a chance to straighten back up. He hears the thumps of their bodies, and he looks around, catching sight of me. Of course he can't identify me, though, except as wearing dark robes and holding a yellow lightsaber. He reaches into his belt and pulls out a gun. "I'm going to kill you!" he screams, pointing the blaster and shooting wildly. I easily deflect the blasts, redirecting them to the walls and furniture before turning and running out the back again. I use a Force jump to land on the roof, and I watch as he slams out the door, looking around the backward and the neighborhood for me. He can't find me, and that frustrates him to no end. He flags down some Rodian law enforcers, and the green-skinned humanoids sent out messages to their other buddies to try and find me.

"We're looking for a black-robed person with a yellow lightsaber...humanoid figure...I don't know what gender or what exact species."

"That's not much information to go on," one Rodian with large, completely purple eyes remarks.

"If they have that kind of training then we'll be no match!" another one with declares, rubbing his long, slender nose.

As they spread out across the neighborhood, I run across the rooftops back to my starship, get in, and take off quickly.

Where do I go? I feel lost now that I've completely Darth Bane's order. I thought that by doing this act to help the dark side I would find guidance, but it appears I'm just left feeling more lost than ever before. I thought that by murdering those people I would feel powerful and fearless, but instead I feel dirty and numb.

KZ-4, who had borne witness to the entire thing, shudders as I look at him. He's scared of me. He had just seen me murder two innocent people, and now my only friend is terrified.

Who have I become?

I set my own course, since my droid refuses to acknowledge me, and I set off. Where I'm going I'm gonna hate, since it's nothing but desert and loneliness, but I need to figure some things out. I have some choices I need to make, and as much as I think my thoughts are clear, I know they're not. Between the flashbacks and the ugly deeds, I need space and a reminder of why I do what I do. Because right now it seems that I've played right into the hands of Darth Bane and Darth Sidious, and I don't want to be their pawn. They're using my emotions to control me, and I can't let that happen. I should never have gone to the Sith temple. By this point I should know that wherever the dark side of the force is, my master is there also. And I refuse to be his hit man, the one who does his dirty work.

I may be a Sith, but I'm not him.

During the flight my exhaustion finally hits me, and I slump unconscious in the pilot's seat, my head hitting the control board hard. My sleep is light, so I'm aware of my surroundings in a sluggish way, but I can't do anything except sleep. Vaguely I feel the ship angling down and landing, but I'm so tired the jolt doesn't wake me. In my sleep I can hear the frantic beeps of my droid before slipping away to a deeper sleep.