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Author Note: Ok, I combined the first two chapters to make them longer, hope that's

better now. Thanks for the reviews!

Ch. 1: Awakening

The pain coursed through me, searing through every part of my body and mind. I couldn't fight it; it was consuming me, becoming more unbearable with every second. It was the pain from the wounds of Malachor, that still bled. The pain of those who died and suffered was echoing and reverberating inside the walls of my body, threatening to tear me apart…

Awaken…

It was over; the pain was gone, replaced by cold. I was freezing. Slowly I opened my eyes, my head throbbed, a fact not helped by the bright lighting of the room I was in. Raising my self from the cold metal floor I looked around and saw that I was in a med bay, but it wasn't the Harbinger. I looked around, there were six kolto tanks in the room, five held lifeless bodies, the last, mine, was empty. I didn't recognize anything around me but couldn't figure how I could be off the Harbinger…It didn't make sense. And neither did the fact that there seemed to be no one around, aside from the deceased in the tanks.

Unsteadily, I got to my feet; my head throbbed, as well as my arm. I was still cold, and somewhat wet from the kolto tank. I looked down at my arm and saw that it was bruised and sore still.

"What the hell am I wearing?" I said aloud, seeing the unfortunate undergarments I was wearing. They definitely weren't mine and definitely weren't something I would put on my body. Vanity could wait however; I needed to find out where I was.

"Peragus Mining Station, wonderful," I said, reading from the computer terminal in the medlab. It just kept getting better. I was running around in god-awful brown underwear in some abandoned facility, which I discovered to be a mining station. And, better yet, the only doors I could get open were to the morgue and a storage room.

I checked the storage room. All I found were some medical supplies and my clothes, which were tattered nearly beyond recognition. Then, giving up on any other option I decided to see if there was anything of use in the morgue.

I walked in, two bodies sat on the tables, one was an old woman. What is she doing on a mining station, I wondered. On the other body, obviously one of the miners, there was a plasma torch; at least I could get the door open now…

"Find what you were looking for amongst the dead?"

I spun around to see where the voice had come from, it was the old woman, "You…you were, I thought you were dead," I stammered.

"Close to it, yes," she said, her face half-covered by a hood. "Closer than I'd like. But, you smell of a kolto tank, how do you feel?"

"Fine, just a little disoriented. Your voice, I heard it before, while I was in the kolto tank."

"Perhaps, I reached out unconsciously and your mind was a willing one. Or, perhaps, you are trained in such things," she said, somewhat suspiciously I thought.

"Interesting thought," I replied, eluding what she was implying, and continued, "But it's not important right now. What is is who you are. First you're telepathic and then you're feigning death."

"I am Kreia, your rescuer, as you are mine. That is all you need to know."

"Lara Jade," I said, "and it's not all I need to know. The last thing I remember is being aboard the Harbinger, then, I wake up in a kolto tank on a mining station. Next thing is I find you, dead, and now we're having a nice little chat. Since you're my "rescuer" I'm going to assume you can fill in the missing pieces."

"Your ship, the Harbinger, was attacked, you were the only survivor, because of your Jedi training perhaps?"

Anger welled up inside me as she spoke those words. "If you think I'm a Jedi, you're sadly mistaken," I replied icily.

"Your stance, your walk, tells me you are a Jedi. You carry something that weighs you down."

"I don't want to talk about it. Suffice to say the Order and I have… a troubled history."

"Well, keep your past, for now, turn your energy to what is at hand."

"Gladly. But if you want me to do that you're going to have to tell me what the hell is going on here."

"I don't know much more than what I have already told you. As I was removed from the vents of the galaxy while I slept. However, we must leave this place. Quickly."

"And leave all the fun here," I said dryly. If I could have seen her eyes I know they would have been rolling to the back of her skull.

"Your sarcasm is ill-timed," she replied.

"Well, why are you in such a hurry then?"

"We were attacked once and I fear our attackers will not give up easily. And our lack of transportation, information, and weapons will make us easy prey."

"Alright I get it. There's got to be someone left alive around here anyway, I'll go check around."

"While you're at it, you may want to extend your search to some clothes. If only for proper first impressions."

"Very funny. And maybe I'll come back when you answer my questions."

"I have found that answers will come in their own time, not ours. And if we are not able to find a way out of here, they will be useless anyway."

"Right. I'm going," I said a little irritated at the crazy old woman. "One more thing," I said turning back to her, "the patients in the med bay were poisoned by an overdose of sedatives. I would think that you, the only living person I've seen, would know something about that."

"No, I don't. But why did they spare you?"

"They didn't. I got the same dosage, but survived," unfortunately, I thought.

"A Jedi trance would protect you from that, perhaps it was meant simply to keep you unconscious."

"If you cal me a Jedi one more time . . ." I sighed, "It doesn't matter you don't know anything about it and that's all I wanted to know."

With that I turned and left the med bay and resumed my search of the facility, slightly more confused than before, which I found difficult to believe.