Memories of Shadow Chapter 5, a star wars fanfic

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This chapter has been edited from the original.

STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!

If you started reading this story at any point in time before October 10, 2011 at 9:50 PM central time, stop now. Go back and reread all of the chapters because they are vastly different now and if you start here, you will be utterly confused. If you began reading this story after the before mentioned time, continue reading. Thank you.

Before any more words could be said, the exile's Force senses alerted her to incoming dangers. Unsure of what was happening but trusting her instincts, she shook her head and tried to force the recent terrifying memory vision out of her mind. She would deal with what she had seen earlier at a later time by herself. She really didn't want her crew getting involved in seeing how insane she really was going.

"Atton, move to my seat. Don't question, just trust me," She ordered, turning to look at the scoundrel. For a second he seemed like he wanted to question her, but he must have seen the look on her face the promised she was being deadly serious. He quickly stood up and skirted around his seat so that she could settle down. Her hands immediately went to the console and she dropped them out of hyperspace. She really hoped she was just overreacting about this entire thing. The ship still didn't have shields from their lovely trip to Malachor and she wasn't even sure the turrets were working. Force she hoped they were, although she was more concerned about the shields at the moment.

Her thoughts were interrupted by an urgent warning from her Force senses and she dropped the Hawk into a freefall, stopping it only a few seconds earlier. Atton demand to know why she had done that quickly died on his lips as he saw enemy fighters appear from nowhere and several shots go where the Hawk had been moments before. Hissing in frustration, the exile activated the ship wide comm.

"We have enemy fighters moving in and firing! Mira and Canderous, get on the turrets and keep them off away from us!" She ordered before turning to Atton. "Go help T3 try to get the shields back up. I do not want to have a fight without shields. I'm a damn good pilot but I don't even know if I'm that good," She ordered, a small smirk on her lips. Atton smiled back at her before standing up and running through the ship to find the small droid. How she wished Bao-Dur was here. The ship would have already been in full repair if he was conscious, but she couldn't think about what ifs. She had a ship to fly and a crew to protect.

Locking onto the ships with her own Force abilities as well as the ship's targeting computers; she released all control of the ship to her manually. She had a bad feeling about these guys, whoever they were. She just hoped that those shields got up to speed real fast. Three of the nine fighters attacking her began practically charging at the ship and for a moment she wondered if they were going to actually ram the ship. Ignoring the thought, she dropped the ship again before bringing it up in a backwards flip upwards, skillfully skating by their attack. She saw turret fire destroy two of the fighters, but another two quickly took their place. The exile glanced around and cursed. More fighters had come from nowhere. There were at least seventeen of them out there now. She could not dodge all of them without any shields.

"Ty, the shields are shot! We don't have the parts we need to fix it!" Atton's voice called out and the offshoot cursed. She refused to fight these people in the air when she had no shields. One misplaced dodge on her part and the entire crew could go up in flames. She wasn't going to let that happen.

"Everybody hold on! We're making an emergency landing!" Tyla shouted, directing the ship towards a nearby moon.

"Does emergency landing translate to crash landing? Because I think we've done enough of that in the time we've been with you Ty!" Mira shouted and Tyla couldn't help but laugh. Well that certainly was true. They certainly had crashed a lot since this entire journey had started, but today was not a crashing day. Today was a 'she-wanted-to-kill-things-on-the-ground-day.' She just hoped that everybody was ready for it.

Tyla gritted her teeth as she entered the atmosphere of the moon, making subtle adjustments as was needed. The moon was lush but dark, which wasn't necessarily a good thing. All that meant was that landing was going to be more difficult for her. Luckily, the Force decided to be kind to her for once in her life and she managed to spot an almost clear field. Immediately banking the ship hard, she turned to the clearing and set it to land by itself. She had to talk to her crew. Forcing herself out of her seat, she ran into the main hold to see that everyone, including all of the masters were already there waiting on her expectantly. She took a deep breath and looked at all of them slowly.

"Alright. I don't know who are what these guys are, but they attacked first. Take them down. Visas, Vrook, Zez, stay on the ship. Make sure nobody gets on. Visas, stay by the medbay. Protect Bao. T3, Canderous and HK, stay by the engine. It's already in a state of disarray. It doesn't need to get any worse. Mical, Mira, Kavar, Atton, you're with me. Let's do this," She ordered quickly. Everybody nodded at her and went into their respective directions while the group she had ordered with her kept their eyes on her. She quickly turned around and walked over to the loading ramp and hit the activation on it. As soon as the ramp went down, nine lightsabers of various colors activated in the darkness.

Tyla glanced back at her crew and smiled softly with pride. Mical had become a skilled Consular and his double-bladed green lightsaber hummed gently in the night. Mira was almost a perfect Sentinel, although that was to be expected from the huntress. Her dual purple and green lightsaber were held with confidence and poise and Tyla smiled at her. Atton seemed much more at home now that he had gotten used to be referred to as a Sentinel and he held his dual cyan and yellow weapons with a cool confidence she expected from the scoundrel. As much as she hated to admit it, seeing Kavar there was a calming presence and she felt…safer with him around. Turning from the sight, she watched as the thirteen fighters landed on the ground. Well, it looked like her turret people had done a good job.

Oozing cocky arrogance, Tyla smirked at the ships and stepped down the ramp, flourishing her own reversed grip blue and purple lightsabers. She was sure that her crew could handle whoever these guys were. The fighters opened up and several shapes jumped out of them all. She couldn't quite make them out in the darkness, but that seized to be an issue when several red lightsabers activated. Tyla froze in the darkness, her eyes widening as she could finally make out the features of those that were attacking her and her friends.

Their red skin deepened and became more ominous with the glow of their weapons reflecting on their faces. Their eyes were a feral yellow-orange and they all seemed to focus in on her. How was this possible? How had true Sith found her? And why were they attacking her? What made her so special that they felt the need to come out from the Unknown Regions just to get her?

One of the Sith standing in the back stood caught her attention and it quickly became obvious he was the leader. He held two crimson lightsabers in his hand and his armor was pitch black. He looked just like the Sith that she had seen in her vision of Dxun. He began speaking in a garbled language, but somehow she understood his words.

"Kill them all but the sister. I shall infect her," He ordered lowly, a cruel smirk on his face as he said the words. Not bothering to think about what his words may mean, the exile charged into the battle. Lightsabers clashed in the darkness, their once calm hum now grating in her ears. She gathered the Force around her and released a small but powerful ball of energy directly into the Sith in front of her, throwing him backwards a good distance. She spun around low and deflected an attack from another Sith. He pushed at her with all of her strength and she growled lowly in the back of her throat. She quickly broke their saber lock by kicking him hard in the stomach, winding him and making him take a few steps backwards. With deadly precision she brought her purple blade around, decapitating the Sith. She turned from him before his body even hit the ground and engaged the Sith that she had thrown back beforehand.

He charged at her and she spun to the side, scoring a nice slice across his back. He hissed in pain and turned around only to have the feeling of his windpipe forcibly close force him to stop. He flayed against her hold for a second until she lifted him high into the air, throwing him with all her mental strength. She heard his body impact with a nearby tree and his form twisted in a sickening way, showing that his body was far too broken for him to still be alive. Her Force sense alerted her to danger once more and she turned, automatically bringing her lightsabers up into a crossed defensive position. She was glad she did so, because the Sith that had ordered her crew killed had just brought his lightsabers down onto her. She almost buckled under the strength of his attack but managed to stay strong.

"I figured you would be better than this. Such a disappointment," He laughed in his same strange language. The exile forced herself to not listen to his words before breaking the saber lock and spinning away from him. The Sith charged her again and their movements quickly became a deadly dance of dodging and blocked attacks. She wasn't sure how the rest of her crew was doing, but she hoped they were okay. She glanced to the side and saw Atton stab a Sith straight through the gut, killing him instantly. Her moment of distraction proved to be a fatal mistake though.

A hand wrapped around her throat and an agonizing pain that she could not even begin to describe filled her body. The Sith lifted her up into the air with surprising ease and the pain continued to engulf her body. Unable to stop it, she screamed out in torturous pain. The Sith's cruel laughter filled her ears as she struggled against his grip, weakly pulling at his hands to try to get them away from her neck. She numbly heard her crew call out to her, but she couldn't respond. The pain was simply too much for her to do anything. Just when she thought she was either going to be overtaken from the pain or suffocate, the Sith threw her to the ground and she skid across the grass several feet.

The pain continued intensifying as the exile arched up, her body writhing on the ground. All she could think was that this was a terrible way to die. She saw Atton, Mical, and Kavar all step towards her but she shook her head frantically.

"Don't touch me!" She hissed, amazed that she was able to speak at all. The men must have heard the urgency in her voice for they all stopped in their tracks, helpless to do anything but watch as the exile thrashed about on the ground from a pain so intense it was unreal. She threw her head back and cried out once more as yet another image overtook her.

Wherever she was, it was incredibly dark, and she felt trapped. She couldn't really see much of anything either. She squinted her eyes and tried to make them adjust to the darkness, but it was no use. Wherever she was, it was impossibly dark. Before she could take a step to investigate what was going on, she heard deep voices in the distance. Flattening herself against a nearby wall, she held her breath and tried to keep herself as still as possible. She had a nagging feeling that she wasn't supposed to be wherever she was and that it would probably be in her best interests if she didn't get caught.

Red light filtered through a small hole in the wall and the young woman leaned forward slightly, trying to see what was happening. She immediately pressed herself against the wall again when she saw several men appear, all holding activated red lightsabers in their hand. They wore heavy black robes and the hood was thrown over their heads, making their features impossible to see. Nine of them walked in followed by one more, however he held no lightsaber in his hand. Instead, he was dragging in a young Arkanian Offshoot woman. She looked to be in her late twenties and she struggled against the man's grasp.

The exile leaned forward again, trying to get a better look at what was happening. Who was this woman? The woman threw her head up and in the process, her hair went flying back, revealing her beautiful face. Her eyes were a gorgeous deep blue color and her lips were the same color, although deeper if that was possible. The exile froze as she realized who this was.

This was her mother.

How was that possible? Her mother had died in childbirth with her! She hadn't died because of the Sith or anything of the like. So what was going on? What was she seeing? Ignoring all of her other thoughts, she charged forward with every intention of helping her mother. Nobody moved with her sudden entrance though and the large man picked up her mother and threw her onto a stone alter. Desperate to help, the exile grabbed at the man nearest her and was shocked to discover that her hand went right through him. She looked down at herself and back up, but still nobody noticed her.

What was going on?

Suddenly the nine men threw off their hoods and the exile recoiled as she saw more true Sith. The large man slowly pulled off his hood and revealed his own nature as a true Sith before strapping her struggling mother down on the stone altar. Helpless to do nothing but watch, the exile watched as the large man walked away from the alter and stood up on a large slab of stone or something of the like. It was still hard to see in the darkness.

"We have gathered here to perform an ancient ritual of the Sith. This woman will bring into the world a creature known as the shadow dancer. She will be the ultimate Sith for us to control through her already born sister, her Amaya. Now, you all know what will happen because of this ritual. You will all die. Your essence will empower the child with the power of the Sith. This is a great honor. Do you understand?" The Sith explained and the nine men nodded. The exile looked down at herself, horror coursing through her. If this was her mother, the already born sister would have to be Revan. That meant…that meant she was this shadow dancer thing.

"No daughter of mine will ever give in to the dark side," Her mother hissed. The large Sith laughed and leaned down, gently caressing her face. She jerked away from him and glared at him darkly.

"She will not have a choice, Jedi," He responded cruelly. One of the nine Sith looked up at the larger man before her mother had the chance to respond.

"Will she be infected with the disease now, later, or never?" He questioned and the large Sith stopped for a moment to think. Then his grin became cruller.

"We all know what the disease is. It's simple for us. But to others not of our race, it will destroy their insides and kill them if someone with the disease even touches them. If we give her the disease when she is born, they will lock her up and try to study her. That cannot happen. Instead, we will allow her to know what it is like to be touched. To be loved and cared for. And then when the time is right, we will take it from her. Not only will she have the ability to have physical contact ripped from her, she will live in constant pain due to her being half of a weak race that is not Sith. That is what we shall do," He explained before waving his hand. The exile looked at her hands and saw them shaking.

Live in constant pain…infect at the right time…is that what that Sith had done to her when he grabbed her? It certainly felt like she had been dying, but did this disease truly spread through just a single touch? If it did, she could never touch any of her companions and friends again without killing them. A dark chanting suddenly started from the nine Sith and the exile ran to her mother despite the fact she knew she was helpless to do anything about what was occurring right in front of her. She bowed her head and tried to stop the tears that came from her eyes as she looked down at her mother.

"I'm so sorry that this happened to you because of me…" She cried softly. A gentle hand reached up and touched the exile's cheek, causing her to snap her eyes open. Her mother's eyes were on her and she seemed to have gotten one arm free as she looked at her daughter with sorrowful eyes.

"I am sorry that I failed you and wasn't strong enough, my beautiful daughter," She said weakly. Before the exile could respond, the vision faded from her.

Pain was the first thing she felt when she came awake, but it wasn't quite as bad when the Sith had grabbed her. While still trying to come to terms about what had just happened, the exile tried to force herself into a sitting position. That failed epically when she fell back to the grassy ground. She still wasn't strong enough to move.

"Ty, what happened?" Mica's voice demanded and the exile shook her head weakly.

"Don't touch me. If you value your life, you won't touch me. Is that understood? Now Force lift me up and put me on the ship. Go back to the Citadel. Leave me be until we get there. Just trust me. Don't question me right now. Please," Tyla ordered, still laying down on the grass as she tried to force the pain in her body down to a dull throb. It worked slightly, although she could still feel it pulsing underneath the surface. Her crew was deathly silent as they lifted her into the air and as she was carried into the ship, all she could do was think that everything had just gotten far more complicated before she passed out once more.

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.