I faced the old man that had caused me so much pain, wondering how he could possibly help me... and why?
"...h-how"?

"My master before me knew an old technique he used to dissuade fallen Jedi, though I doubt it will have that kind of effect on your cold, corrupt mind..."
"I'll take that as a compliment".
"As you seem to know well enough, this is your dream, in your mind. To begin, we need to find you".
"Done".
"No! Not 'done', I mean the other you".
"I-I'm pretty sure there's j-just one".
"Not here there isn't. Remember, force users never have simple dreams. This one in particular is different. It's called Dream-walking. My master taught me how to use it, then how to induce it in my future students to strengthen them in the force. They always have meaning and reason and why are we on a farm? I thought you said it was an academe"?

"I d-didn't grow up in the Academe, no one does. We w-wouldn't survive. Before the Republic abandoned Sicemon the Empire, my family lived here, once th-the sith arrived, the farms became plantations and the settlers b-became slaves".

"Oh... I hadn't known... This isn't going to be an easy trial, you'll have to face your past, you'll probably..."
"lets get going old man, I've got th-things to do".
"Things like float in a Bacta-tank, with a neural suppressor locked onto your head"?
"YOU B-BASTARDS HAVE M-ME IN A SUPPRESSOR"?
"What else could we do to keep you from killing the medical team? Your best, your only, weapon is your mind".

"Fine, w-whatever, how do we find me then"?
"You know that better than I do. Where was your favorite place to be here, where did you feel safe"?
"I th-think I remember a place.

We crossed the grass fields, past the farm house, silos and the barn, walking up to a large hill that flanked the building. Under a large willowy tree, with long branches that shaded the majority of the hillside, I saw a flash of movement. I started towards the tree, holding up my hand behind me to signal the geezer not to follow.

Once at the top of the hill, I looked into the hollow beneath the tree root that I remember hiding in when the Imperial troops came back to find me, where Tytho had found me. I saw my self, just as I must have looked to her, dirty, starved and afraid. I could remember the smile on her face, looking down at me like a cat to a baby bird. I knelt down in front of the hole and offered a hand to the her... which she looked at in complete disbelief and said
"Momma"?

Tears welling in my eyes, I couldn't think of what to say, 'How are you suppose to respond to things like this?', but before I thought of how to tell my six-year-old self that I wasn't her mother, that she had either been sold as a slave or had died days ago when the Troopers stormed the area, she jumped out of the hollow and wrapped her arms around my waist, burying her face into my shirt and sobbing unbridled. I could feel my own arms moving to embrace her without even thinking to do so, we sat together on the hill, under the tree, clinging to one another and crying together. Her because she had found her mother, and me because I had become what made me lose her to begin with.

The sun set over the rolling meadows stretched out at the foot of the hill, throwing shadows of the breeze blown grass around like waves. As it went down the air grew cool and the breeze softened. In a hoarse voice I whisper, "Let's go home Thalia, let's go home", only to find that she was asleep.

I carefully moved my arms to pick her up, and started to go back down the hill. Ukiora was sat cross legged on a stump, meditating. "Is that her"?

I nodded, still walking toward the house, when I felt is hand on my shoulder. "Once you're ready, come back out. There is still more to do". I shrugged off his hand and continued to the front door.

The house was just like I remembered it, the soft chairs and coach, warm fire place and the smell of fresh baked bread, they were all just the same. Up the stairs I walked into my old room. I didn't have very much, pictures I'd drawn where taped up to the walls, a soft little bed in the corner and a homemade doll on the pillow, I had called her Nelliel, those where the things that I never remember to miss.

I put my smaller self down on the bed and sat down on the edge just to stay a moment longer, when her hand moved up and held mine. I looked down to her, swollen, red eyes narrowed in a half asleep stupor. "D-do you have to g-gg-go"?

I shook my head slowly and held her tiny hand in both of mine, "No, no I can stay". She closed her eyes and just as she did, she faded into mist, the blankets falling back to the bed and the warmth of her hand disappearing.

The sun was gone by the time I went back to Ukiora. The wind had picked back up and his robes billowed behind him. He stood facing the meadow, where a storm was gathering. "You handled that very well. When my master showed me this technique, I always had trouble with this step, it took years of training and guidance to push away my emotion to handle the situation... but I like your way more. The Jedi code demands that we move past our emotion, including love. I may seem cold at times, but I have never let that go".

"Shut up old man".

We walked into the storm, the grass wiping at our legs. Once we reached the eye, we found a short figure shrouded in black standing in on a grass-less stone platform. Ukiora and I approached it slowly. I was about to try speaking to it when a lightsaber hilt bounced off of the side of my head.

"What the heck"!?

"I thought you would catch it".

The figure's head lifted, and I recognized the robes I had worn on Umbara. I quickly fumbled for the lightsaber, finding it quickly. Ukiora and I stood facing her, then he stepped back. "This is your battle, if it looks like you will loose, I'll interfere, but you have to win this for yourself".

I drew the blade and held the light blue blade out in front of me in a ready stance and waited for my opponent to move. Just like it had Umbara, fog swirled around us, masking movements and casting shadows, then it went still, just for a second, before a plasma bolt sped straight for my head. I deflected it with a swipe of my blade, before I noticed the thin, pulsating, violet blade swinging down from the opposite direction. I tumbled back, only being grazed by it. What worried me was that I didn't see myself, just the blade. My thoughts were racing, and I was panicking, usually I would take this fear and turn it to strength, but the minute I got enough focus to do so, I would see the purple streak slash at me again, or a bolt of red plasma. Then it clicked, I knew my fighting style, so in order to beat me, I'd have to change my combat form. I squared my shoulders and shifted my feet to the fighting stance that I had seen Ukiora use. The next time she swung, I would be ready. I counted the seconds till the third, when the offensive I new came I blocked it and thrust out my hand, blasting her with all the force I could muster in the second.

The mist cleared and I faced her, kneeling and panting with exhaustion. I pulled at her lightsaber and blaster with the force, she resisted, but was too tired to win. Laatste lied, and my custom Arkanian Blaster were welcome sights. I was pulled out of my sentiment by the sound of sniffling. I looked down at the hooded figure on her hands and knees gasping for breath and noticed the droplets of water on the stone. I knelt by her, and lifted her hood, but the face that looked up at me wasn't mine. It looked just like Tytho but much younger, her eyes full of fear and hate. I stumbled back in shock,

'Was she like me when she was young? a slave to the empire, afraid and angry at the galaxy'?

I turned to face Ukiora, if it had been shocking to me, it was a bombshell for him. He rushed to her and pulled her to her feet to look at her face. At first I didn't understand this, but Tytho recognized him immediately,

"Master Ukiora"? There was some fear in her voice, but she sounded more ashamed.

He hungged her tightly, then pulled away, "Catty how are you here? How do you know this sith? You died years before she could have ever fought you".

Tytho shook her head, tears flowing fast down her cheeks. "I'm sorry master, I... I failed more than you knew". With that she blew away in the storm.

Ukiora, turned his back to me, "How do you know my first apprentice". I could see his shoulders shaking.

"You asked me who my master is... was. Her name is Lord Tytho, and that was her".

His head nodded, "I'll make sense of this later, you need to understand why the force showed you this".

"I think it..."

"I don't need to know, it's just for you to know. When your ready, I'll wake you up". He walked away and disappeared into the grass.

'Now the only thing left to do is to decide if I tell them where the Academe is or not... I'll figure it out when I'm awake, but I need to talk to Seako'. So, I shouted out, in no particular direction, "I"m ready".

As I looked over the grass lands around the home I'd been taken from, I swore that I would go back some day when I didn't have a master. The grass shifted and spun around me, mixing color with the sky and fading into bright white light.

I opened my eyes and looked through the glass of the bacta-tank at blurred figures bustling about, faster than I could keep track of. The liquid level in the tank dropped and and I was left standing in over the drain in a skin tight synth-silk suit that they must have changed me into before they put me in there. The thought of who had done this didn't even come to mind, not because it wasn't something that would bother me, but because not much of anything was coming to mind except Ukiora saying something about a neural suppressor. 'Oh... that's what this is...'

The glass in front of me slid open and a weathered pair of hands guided me out, onto a medical bed. I heard a click over my left ear and a pressure released around my head that I hadn't noticed before. My senses jolted back to full awareness and I sprung up to a sitting position, breathing heavily.

"It's ok Thalia, what your feeling is normal for someone kept in stasis for so long". "How long was I asleep"? My eyes still had trouble focusing on the figure in front of me, but the voice told me all that I needed to know, it was the old man. "It's been two days since your interrogation".

'Two days... Dasi'l probably when to deliver his payload to Dromund Kaas, there's no way he's been sitting around that long'.

"Do you feel any different after the your dream-walk"? The old man's face was set in a serious manner, looking for any sign of change.

"I feel... lighter, better and... different". It was true too, I felt confident, but at the same time, I felt less like a sith. All my rage, fear and hate had been melted away, now I just wanted to go home. "I don't know what to do anymore, I can feel the power that was hidden, but I don't have a need for it anymore". I looked up at him, his face still very serious, but less strained.

"What is it that you want to do now"?

"I just want to go home".

"And where might that be"?

"You already saw it, I want to go back to Sicemon".

"I can arrange for that, but you have to tell me where the academe is, then I can send you there with enough credits to start a new life for yourself. The empire lost control of that system a number of years ago in a prisoner exchange".

'I could go home, back to the farm without the empire, or my master ever knowing... but what about Dasi'l and his crew, my new family? They still had a job to do, destroying this station'.

"I need to call a friend".

"So you do have a ship waiting, are they imperials"?

"No, their a freight crew".

"Pirates"?

"Yes".

"I'll get a secure channel set up for you".

Master Ukiora wired his personal Holocom to the Station wall and handed it to me. "I'll wait outside". I sent out the three long clicks and the four short, then followed it with a two way request for a call to Dasi'l's ship. His hologram materialized over the com device and he was yelling right off the bat.

"What's takin' ya so long"?

"It's a long story, but I can't do it. I need an out". The worry was heavy in his voice when he spoke again. "You look terrible, what happened to you"? My eyes started to tear up and my throat was closing up, I could hardly choke out the words "Please, just get me out of here".

He nodded, "Ok, I'll get the ship back there double time as soon as we finish loading up on the new cargo". I smiled inwardly, 'Knew it'.