No sooner did Exile's feet touch the metallic floor of the Ebon Hawk, did HK-47, the combat droid they just finished repairing days ago, report that a message came from Dopak, saying that his men had spotted a shadowy figure stalking around the ruins of the Enclave. And when he dispatched a small squad of men, they never returned. Then decided to hold off and wait for her orders. She knew she put Dopak in charge for good reasons.

After a week in hyperspace, they were there.

Dark clouds covered the sky as far as the eye could see, as Exile and her small entourage strode across the grass lands, drawing ever closer to the Enclave. She could even see the very tip of the structure as they reached the top of a hill, causing her heart to race a little. A few minutes later, they were at the final stretch. The only thing now standing in their way being a small group of mercenaries.

Some wore armor, though most only had a blaster rifle at their side as the pillaged anything of value from the overtaken scavenger's camp. Upon closer viewing, Exile could tell most were human, though there were other species thrown into the mix. They all dropped what they were doing when she approached, slowly but surely surrounding them.

"Where do you think you're going?" A gruff voice asked within the crowd.

Exile began to scan the area. "The Enclave." She answered, barely paying attention as she stalled. She didn't need to wait long.

The crowd began to part, and to Exile's mild surprise, a woman emerged from the gap. She had a face hard enough to cut diamond, with a number of small scars on her cheeks, lips, and forehead. Unlike most the others, she had a full set of armor, comprised of a melody of colors. It seemed that two pieces didn't match on her whole costume. A helmet was under one arm, with a slug-thrower in the other. When she spoke, it was like a normal voice once existed, but was replaced now by sand paper rubbed against stone.

"There's a toll, girlie." She stated, her blaster arm inclining forward.

Exile cocked an eyebrow. "Where would I keep it?" She asked, gesturing at her battle-suite. She tried to pierce through into her mind, to manipulate and control it. But whoever this woman was, or her mind state, it wasn't working.

"Well, we'll find out now, won't we?" As they began to move in on them, Exile raised a hand to stop them.

"Counter-offer," Exile interjected, glancing around to make sure they all stopped.

"Counter offer?" The woman repeated wryly. Though kept her weapon ready to draw.

Exile nodded. "I don't have anything on me. But I do have a ship and crew."

Now the woman's eyebrow arched up. "Go on."

"It's yours. Do with them what you will; sell them, use them, whatever. They're all in top condition. But under two conditions: one, you can beat my friends," She nodded her head back toward Atton and Visas. "And two," She stepped forward, putting her nose-to-nose to the warrior woman. "You let me through."

For the longest time, she didn't answer. Either woman barely blinked, looking the other dead in the eye. But finally, the other conceded with a nod, then side-stepped to let her pass. Once Exile was free of the group, she heard the sound of lightsabers coming to life and blaster shots being fired. Seconds later, the shots reduced, replaced with screams.

Turning the corner, her old home came into view.

Nothing had really changed, though it looked like some of the holes had expanded further out. She had only come here one time before her quest began. It was just a few years after her power was taken. And the sight of her childhood home in ruin made tears stream from her eyes. And though her feelings about the place had changed drastically, she still could not get herself to smile about it.

But forced it out of her mind and continued on. As she walked down the halls, overrun with weeds and other flora, the memories came flooding back. Especially when she stepped into the open area where a woshyr tree she helped plant had now over-grown, to where it towered past the large open ceiling. The most painful memory being when she was a teenager, and received her first kiss from a cargo loader's son, only to find him a month later with another girl, and claimed to never have seen her. She bit her lip to get the memory out of her head and strode away, reaching the council chamber in seconds.

Like the halls, plants were slowly taking over, Exile even noticing the vines pinned to the walls and slung over the large hole in the ceiling that exposed them to the elements. Gathered in a circle were five seats, though were obviously eroding with their edges and color fading away. And in the center of the circle, he sat with his legs crossed and head bowed down.

Kavar stood slowly, turning toward her and revealing himself fully. The robes were worse for wear, but the cloak looked new. His usually handsome, strong featured face was now obscured by a long, jagged scar traveling from his right temple to past his left cheek. His cold, blue eyes gave nothing away. So you didn't get out unscathed, Kavar? Good.

"Hello, Kavar," Exile greeted, a grin forming on her mouth. "You're a hard man to track."

The man began to pace to the side. "Why have you done this?" He demanded, keeping his voice cold and even.

Really? "Why?" She spat out, following him step for step. "Because of what you did to me! You and all the Jedi Council!"

"I admit, what we did was wrong, but what you're doing is far worse."

"No, Kavar," She shot back. "What I'm doing, is justice."

"And you think that simple statement atones for all your crimes?" He shook his head. "No. Weather it's the Dark Side, or truly you, your mind shifts its perception around, twisting and manipulating your point of view until not even you can tell what the truth is anymore."

"You don't get to patronize me anymore!!" She growled, gritting her teeth and clenching her hands into tight fists. No sooner did the words leave her mouth, did a burst of bright yellow come flashing throughout the chamber, followed by booming thunder.

The two looked up at the dark clouds through the large hole, just as sprinkles of rain water began to pour down, Exile just out of its reach. The hot hate in her gut from the little outburst subsided with a slow breath,

and meeting Kavar's gaze as rain came down around him, she grinned.

"The storm has arrived, Kavar."

Both reached down and snatched their lightsabers from their belts, the blades flaring to life. Exile hesitated, watching as droplets fell onto Kavar's sabers, invoking a small spark and sizzle with each drop. Then charged, saber raised.

Exile knew that she did not have the advantage of last time. Whatever grief Kavar had, he had come to terms with it long ago. His strikes were clean and passive, with only a small hint of aggression to them. But as she was driven on the defense, Exile had a sudden epiphany of sorts. She was battling quite possibly the greatest living swordsmen left in the galaxy, and she had very little official training in the art of the lightsaber. She was a good enough duelist, but Kreia was not a swordsman, so whatever Exile knew, she learned on her own. And soon realized that if she stayed under these conditions, she wouldn't last long.

So instead took to back-stepping and flipping away from him, stopping when she reached the chairs. With a few flicks of her saber, and small pushes with the Force, Exile turned the seats into small projectiles, their edges still glowing from the heat.

But Kavar batted them away with his two blades like they were nothing. Exile leapt clear of him once the last chair fell, landing close to where she was when the battle began.

She turned and saw Kavar charging. She threw a ball of Force-energy at him, but like on Onderon, he simply shrugged it off, though his cloak was ripped at its ends upon its impact. Then retaliated with a Force push himself. Exile was sent flying back, landing on the pavement just past the doorway and in the open woshyr area, though flipped herself back to her feet just before Kavar reached her.

The former Jedi was forced to leap backwards in order to avoid certain death, sticking herself to her tree high enough to touch the ceiling. For the moment, she considered herself safe. Image her surprise when she saw Kavar throw his sabers through the base of the tree and return them to his hands in a single gesture.

It came crashing down, and Exile could barely hang on, only letting go in time to duck and roll into a passage below, which was uphill. All around her the hallway shook, as splinters, both large and small, scattered all around, and soon she was in darkness and leaving her with only her weapon as a source of light. She glanced back and the tree had apparently broken off half-way, clogging the entrance with its mass. Light shined through of few of the cracks.

Knowing time was of the essence, Exile charged up the hallway, turning once and finding she had put herself at a dead-end.

Her heart began to race in panic. Besides three personal living quarters, all on the left side of the hall, there was nothing. Behind her, a spinning saw-like noise echoed throughout, cutting through the wood. Exile knew her remaining time would be short.

She dived hastily into the nearest room and pushed herself against the corner behind its half-opened door, snapping her eyes shut and attempting to shrink her presence in the Force. Sweat perpetrated from her forehead as her breathing slowed, and Exile hadn't paid heed the lack of sound, until seconds later. She opened one eye slowly, only to almost have it be taken away from a short blue lightsaber blade that stabbed into the wall next to her.

Exile threw herself over it, narrowly missing the second blade as it slashed upward through the wall, and landed outside the doorway. She didn't bother to look back as she ran down the hall, knowing Kavar was right on her tail. Reaching the end, she whipped around and let loose a flurry of violet lightning bolts from her fingertips.

The Jedi Master was further from her then she first thought. He outstretched his left arm, holding his regular lightsaber and let go of it. The weapon spun in the palm of Kavar's hand, conducting the lightning like it was a shield. Then grasped his sword and leapt at her.

She didn't have but a split-second before he would be on her. Exile reached out and blew a hole through the wall to her left, and dived in, hearing two sabers plunge into the ground the moment her feet left floor.

Again, she did not look back, only moved on. The ground itself felt weak under her, like each step would be a step closer to falling through. Passing a large gap in the front of the Enclave, Exile saw that she wouldn't be able to wedge through a small hole in the collapsed hallway ahead. A second set of steps occurred from behind, so Exile stopped, spun around and barely got her weapon up to block Kavar's backhand strike.

There was nowhere to run. The two gave it all they had, becoming glowing blue and scarlet blurs with a couple of shadowy figures behind them. But it wasn't enough. Though Exile knew she was superior when it came to her command the Force, but this was a matter of combat and dueling, two feats she knew she lacked in, in this situation. There was truly few choices left if she wanted to live.

So Exile opened herself to the Dark Side, feeding the gnawing hate within and allowing it to consume her body. It wasn't like last time, when time stopped altogether, where as here it only slowed. But it was enough for her. She arched her arm forward and cut through his left wrist with her blade, following closely with slashing the sabers tip across his chest.

Then, time resumed.

Something slammed into her, and Exile was thrown through the gap and into the downpour outside, catching herself on the concrete just before the small bridge entrance. She looked up at the hole and saw Kavar on his knee's, clutching his stump arm, screaming.

She reached out with her senses, expanding them around the building. In her mind's eye, Exile combed through her old home, grasping anything solid that held the up the walls and ceilings, finishing her search in seconds.

"I can't believe I loved you." Exile hissed softly. And closing her hands into fists, she grinded the supports into dust.

The whole planet could have been shaking for all she knew. But still, Exile refused to budge from her spot, or even blink. The building in front of her rumbled ferociously, drowning out Kavar's screams indefinitely, until it finally came crumbling down in an indistinguishable, almost deafening roar.

Minutes later, the dust settled and Exile could see both with her eyes and in the Force that Kavar would not be getting up from this one. Breathing heavily, she took one step forward, and collapsed.

When she came to, the rain had stopped, through the clouds remained. Around her, the ground was still wet, and Exile had chills going through her body, strangely enough. Her suite protected her from any such conditions, even from the weather, but still she was cold to her core. Exile's energy was sapped, though another wall had fallen, furthering her grasp on the Force. But a dam with larger walls meant little when there was no water left in the trench.

But still, she forced herself to her feet with painful argument from her body. Water dripped off the edges of broken rock and stone before her, as Exile scanned around the area. She found her lightsaber after just a few minutes and after bending down and brushing her rain-soaked hair out of her face, returned it to its spot on her belt. But as she was beginning to leave, Exile felt something tap against her foot. She looked down to find Kavar's lightsaber on the ground, poking out from under a piece of rubble. And after a short struggle, she wrestled the weapon free, though the severed hand remained to be unseen.

With nothing left to keep her there, Exile departed, hooking Kavar's hilt onto her belt beside all the others. It was then she noticed her belt was beginning to sag down to the right.

She found Visas and Atton at the camp, Visas sitting against rock with her legs crossed and Atton grabbing anything of value off the dozens of bodies around them, even clutching an armored breastplate in his mouth as he fished through pockets. As Exile grew closer, she knew her walk would reveal her exhaustion, but she didn't care.

"Is the Jedi dead?" Visas asked calmly, just loud enough to hear.

"Yes." Exile answered, pausing after reaching the Miraluka.

"Probably what that racket was about an hour ago." Atton commented with the plate still in his mouth.

Was she really under for that long? Exile progressed forward as Visas stood to her feet. Then heard Atton behind them gathering his findings.

"Is it over?"

Exile stopped and turned to the Miraluka. "No," She turned away. "There's still Atris."