Memories of Shadow Chapter 4, a star wars fanfic

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Atton was already at the loading ramp when the exile stepped onto the ship and she saw his eyes narrow with suspicion and surprise when he saw the three men trailing after her. He looked at her with an arched eyebrow and the pale woman shook her head at him.

"Crew of the Ebon Hawk, I apologize for this. The Jedi masters that were previously thought dead are actually alive and are on the ship. I know you don't understand right now, but I will explain everything in time. For now, just ignore them and continue on like normal. And someone tell HK to not shoot them…yet," Tyla announced to everyone on the ship telepathically through her bonds. She could feel surprise and questions coming at her and she quickly closed her bonds, not wanting to deal with them at the moment. She had an admiral to talk to at the moment.

"Ty, what about Onasi? He's still waiting," Atton questioned and Tyla nodded, brushing a stray piece of hair out of her face.

"I know. I'm going there now. Take the ship into orbit and get ready to take off. We're probably going to have to go somewhere rather soon," Tyla sighed, pulling off her cloak and draping it over her arm. Atton nodded at her and looked at her for a few seconds more before turning around and leaving the room. The exile ignored the people behind her, knowing that they could figure out their own way around the ship. She really didn't want to spend any more time with them than she had to.

Quickly walking to the communication room, she threw her cloak to the side where it would be out of view when she spoke with Admiral Onasi. She vainly ran a hand through her hair and brushed away the frost of on her face before sighing and tapping the console. Admiral Onasi's image quickly appeared and Tyla stood up straight and nodded at him.

"Admiral. My pilot told me you wanted to speak to me," She said respectfully, successfully keeping any type of waver out of her voice. Onasi nodded at her and looked around before responding to her.

"Are you in private, exile?" He questioned and Tyla nodded, waving her hand and shutting the door behind her with a thought. At her movement Onasi sighed heavily. She tilted her head at him and he waved it off before continuing. "The Citadel is recovering since the attack as it Telos, but that's not why I contacted you. I wasn't sure who to turn to, and you were one of the first people I thought of," Carth explained and concern etched itself into the exile's features.

"What is it admiral?" She questioned.

"Do you know Bastila Shan?" He responded and Tyla couldn't stop a small smile from curving her lips. She hadn't thought about Bastila in years, but there was no way she could forget her young friend. Revan and herself had caused Bastila so many problems in the past. She had been so uptight back then. She wondered if she had loosened up any since then.

"Yes admiral, I do. Why do you ask?" She smiled, trying to keep the laugh out of her voice. Carth looked like he wanted to question her about her sudden change in mood, but he shook the look away and continued on.

"Last night, she and I had visions of Revan. She won't tell me what Revan said to her, and I understand why because this vision of her told me not to speak of it to anyone. She did tell me something that only she would know so I can only assume it was actually her. Did you get a vision as well?" Carth questioned and Tyla's blood turned to ice in her veins. So Revan had contacted more than just her. How was that possible? And why had she done it? What had she said? This entire mystery was just getting darker and more complicated every day and the exile highly disliked it.

"Yes, I did. She left me with something as well," Tyla responded, automatically reaching up to grab the arm Revan had carved. Carth's eyes followed the movement but he didn't say anything about it. Instead he directed his eyes back up to her face.

"She left us something as well. I believe this is something that should be discussed in person. Come to the Citadel. We'll talk there," Carth ordered and Tyla nodded, biting her blue lip. She wasn't almost scared to see what Revan had left them if it was anything like what she had left her.

"Yes sir. I'll head there immediately. And tell Bastila that there's a lot I need to tell her. It…never mind. Just tell her that we need to talk," Tyla replied swiftly. She didn't want to mention anything about the masters yet. That was really something that needed to be handled in person. Carth nodded at her and quickly ended the connection. Sighing, the exile dropped her head.

She had hoped that after she had dealt with the Sith Triumvirate, she would have the chance to relax with her crew and think about everything that happened. After that, she had planned to peacefully rebuild the Jedi order and teach new students for the rest of her life. She had had plenty of adventure in her life and she just wanted to rest now. Unfortunately, that didn't look like it was going to be happening any time soon. Why did life like using her as a pawn so much? Maybe Kreia was right and the Force did use people to achieve an end, no matter what the cost. She was starting to understand why the woman hated the Force.

Running a hand through her pale hair, the exile looked back up and steeled herself. She should have known that she would never get the chance to rest. She had never had the chance to rest, even when she had been a mere apprentice in the order. She had always been doing something for someone, whether she knew it or not. That wasn't going to change and she had to accept it. Forcing one foot in front of the other, she opened the door to the hallway and turned around to go to the cockpit. Atton was always in there. At least she could count on one thing to not change.

"Atton, set a course for the Citadel. Admiral Onasi wants him to meet with him, and the ship really could use some professional repairs. We'll also need to pick up some supplies while we're there," Tyla explained, collapsing into the co-pilot's chair. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, trying to force her body into a more meditative state. She really needed to relax more often. She heard the sound of Atton typing on the console before all fell silent for a few seconds.

"Course set it and we are on the way there. Do you want to just relax there and hide?" He questioned. The exile debated on glaring at her cocky pilot and telling him off but she decided against it. He was right anyway. She was hiding from the masters. Shrugging, she leaned back farther into the chair. Before she could even think another thought though, pressure filled her head and growled in frustration. She did not want to deal with this right now! All other thoughts fled her though as blackness overtook her only to be steadily replaced by an image she almost but couldn't quite recognize.

Fires burned around the young Jedi. She deflected a shot from an unknown enemy but the movement cost her, sending a sharp pain up her badly wounded arm. Cursing under her breath, the young woman reversed the grip on her lightsaber so the blade was behind her. That was a more comfortable fighting stance for her anyway.

"General, we have to retreat!" A young voice shouted and the general turned around to see who it was. A young Republic soldier was limping towards her and she could see the trail of blood he had left behind. She recognized the kid. His name was Jensen and he was from Coruscant. He had been barely old enough to join the Republic army although he had proved a valuable asset so far. Pain shone brightly in his now dull eyes and she could feel how much he was hurting. As much as she wanted to leave this cursed battleground, she knew she couldn't yet. Revan hadn't given the order yet.

"Stand your ground! Push the Mandalorians back! We cannot lose this battle!" She shouted to her troops despite how hopeless the situation was. Coming to Dxun had been a bad idea. This battle was probably the worst she had fought in so far, but Revan wanted this battle won. She wasn't about to let her down.

"General, their minefields make it impossible for us to advance any further to push them back. We'll never have time to go up there and disable them. What do we do?" A Republic soldier asked. She was a slightly older lady and she was badly hurt. The young general could hear the pain in her voice and the worry on her face. The general looked between her and the Mandalorian line. Their minefield was expansive and heavily loaded. If she sent anybody up there, they would surely die before they made it more than five feet. But they couldn't sit back here and be pinned. They had to make progress, no matter what the cost was.

The general looked at the woman apologetically before pulling out her comm. and speaking into it so that all of her soldiers would hear her orders.

"Charge the Mandalorian line! We have no choice! We're almost at their fortress!" She shouted. The two soldiers beside her looked at her, obviously appalled by her order. She knew what her order meant just as well as anybody else. She was going to lose several, if not dozens of soldiers in the suicidal charge, but she had no charge. They had to be rid of those mines one way or another.

"General…" The woman trailed off and Tyla shook her head.

"I know! You don't have to tell me that I've just murdered dozens of people! Just cover me and I'll try to make the loses not as bad!" She shouted, focusing on the Mandalorian line. Summoning almost all of her Force strength, she imagined tendrils of power crawling out from her and crossing the battlefield. She felt the invisible tendrils grab hold of as many Mandalorians as she could manage and forcibly threw them into their own mines, setting off an incredible explosion. Still, there was an incredible of mines left. Repeating the process until she almost passed out, she shook her head and looked up.

Republic and Mandalorian bodies alike littered the bloody grass. Some of their faces were twisted into an expression of eternal agony and the exile hissed at the sight, almost unable to handle it. She felt an incredible pain rack her body as several of her bonds were forcibly ended, almost sending her to her knees.

"General, are you alright?" The young man from before asked and Tyla shook her head. No, she wasn't alright. She had just sent good men and women to their death and their blood was forever on her hands. There was no way she would ever forgive herself for this battle and she knew it. As much as she wanted to blame the entire thing on Revan, she knew she couldn't. This battle had to be fought for Onderon and she was the one who had willingly joined the war as one of Revan's generals. She had known the risks and responsibilities she would have when she took on this job. No, all of those deaths were her fault and her fault alone.

"I'm fine. Push the line back. We have to take that fortress. We will not fail!" She shouted, looking back up and flourishing her lightsabers in her hands. She knew that she had laced her words with the Force, trying to persuade her people into believing that they actually could win this battle. She wanted to inspire them despite the odds stacked up against them. If they didn't believe they could win, there was no way they ever would.

A chill ran up her spine and the exile shivered. She had the unnerving feeling that something was watching her although she couldn't quite figure out why that feeling would stand out to her right now. People always watched her in battle. That came with being a general and a Jedi. But something felt wrong about it this time. Looking around, she stopped dead when she saw a form in the distance. She peered at it closer and instantly wished she hadn't.

Whoever it was, they looked terrifying. Their skin was a deep crimson and their eyes glowed yellow. Two cheek tendrils hung off of his face and his eyebrows were unusually high. He was covered in all black and a lightsaber hung off of his side. He grinned at her savagely, revealing sharp pointed teeth. Tyla recoiled from the sight and somehow, she knew exactly what this man was. He was Sith, but not just a follower.

He was true Sith.

"Good job, sister," The Sith laughed before fading into shadow. Cold gripped the Jedi and she could do nothing but stare at the spot where he had been while Dxun, the Republic, and the Mandalorians burned around her.

Tyla awoke from her vision with a start and jerked forward, grabbing the console in front of her so hard it hurt. Her breathing was heavy and she tried to focus although the emotions running through her made it impossible. She remembered that fight. That was the battle of Dxun, right before they had managed to take the Mandalorian fortress and banish them from the planet. But that last part about the Sith, that hadn't happened in real life. Or if it did, she didn't remember it.

"Ty, what happened? Are you okay?" Atton demanded quickly, grabbing the exile and jerking her up. Tyla tried to slow her breathing and shook her head, nervously running a hand through her hair.

"No. I dreamed of Dxun. But more than that, I dreamed of the Sith. I have a feeling that things are going to go bad very quickly for us," She muttered quickly, grabbing her marked arm. She had a very bad feeling about this.

Anything familiar belongs to LucasArts/Bioware/Obsidian. Tyla Moore/Rhai'liah belongs to Shadows of the Storm. Kavar's last name belongs to Shadows of the Strom and Aurali Adrics.