Mira's head was pounding. She felt like she had drunk her weight in Corellian ale.

"I wouldn't try to get up if I were you." an unknown voice called to her. "Those stims are worse than spice, when my Master had to give them to me once I felt like my heart was going to bust."

As Mira opened her eyes all her senses began to flood back to her and she realized she was laying on a thin bed roll on the floor of a prison cell. She peered across the room to see a figure in a grey cloak perched on a chair watching her intently. It was dark so she couldn't make out his face but she could see what he was holding. Her lightsaber.

She tried to reach out with the Force and grab it but was met with considerable resistance. The figure sitting across the room ignited her lightsaber and held it up seemingly examining it.

"My Master has taught me alot about lightsabers, she says that you can tell a person's personality and fighting style by examining their weapon." He turned the hilt aroun in his hands, taking in every detail.

"Very well crafted, almost more of an instrument than a weapon. It's suited for a Sentinel. The curved handle is beautifully done. Much better than when I crafted my first. Do you think you'd be ok with some light? I don't want to hurt your eyes or anything."

"Umm...yeah some light would be nice."

Her voice was hoarse and cracked, it seemed almost unfamiliar to her. How long had she been out for?

The man disengaged her lightsaber and strode over to a wall, turning on the light switch. He walked over and sat cross legged on the floor in front of where Mira lay in her cell and she studied him closely.

He was tall and now after seeing his face Mira could see that he was relatively good lookimg with short brown hair cut very short, a soldier's cut. He was clean shaven and his eyes were very interesting to Mira. They were chocolate brown and had a friendly light to them but there was something stirring underneath, eyes that had grown too old for the rest of him. Eyes that had seen too much.

He reached beneath his robe and pulled out a small silver bottle.

"Water? It'll help I promise."

Normally Mira would be skeptical accepting things from anybody she didn't know whilst in unfamiliar surroundings. But her throat was too sore to argue and she gratefully accepted the small cup the young man pushed through the cell bars.

"Where am I?" she asked him.

"You're on Tython. The homeworld of the Jedi Order. More specifically in a cell in the first Jedi Temple ever built."

"Who are you?"

"My name is Dustil. Dustil Onasi. I am Padawan to the Jedi Master Juhani."

Mira's eyes widened "I met an Onasi on Telos. Admiral Carth Onasi. He seemed kind of stodgy to me."

Dustil threw his head back in a chuckle. "That would be my father. Yes he is definitely a little stodgy but you can't choose family right?"

Mira nodded and managed to straighten herself into a sitting position.

"I feel like shit."

Dustil looked at his hands and as Mira reached out to the Force she felt guilt coming from him.

"Sorry about having to knock you guys out and all, But trust me it was for the best."

Mira nodded "That remains to be seen. Why did you bring us here? Where's Zane?"

Before Dustil could answer the door opened and a Cathar woman walked through dressed in a simple red tunic, black leggings and black and red boots.

"Master." Dustil greeted nodding his head.

The Cathar smiled and sat down next to her apprentice. Her exotic golden eyes focused on Mira.

"I am Juhani. Jedi Weapon Master and a member of the newly reformed Jedi Council. I am very sorry for the treatment you and your master and his other apprentices received at the hands of Masters Vrook, Kavar and Zez Kai El."

Mira was confused. "Ummm yeah thanks for that. So far you guys seem alright compared to them."

Juhani and Dustil both exchanged looks and laughed.

"This enclave was re established in the aftermath of the Jedi Civil War as a way to reform the Jedi. We are trying our best to keep our traditions but also reconfigure the way we look at the Force. I personally am embarassed of those Masters actions but that does not mean they deserved their fate."

"I see." Mira tried to absorb it all. "Well we could've used your help."

"Don't worry, we were keeping track of you."

There was the confusion again.

"My girlfriend followed you on Nar Shaddaa..." Dustil began.

"Dustil and I took the Jedi Master Atris into custody after your Master defeated her..."

"Master Bastilla Shan was lending her Batttle Meditation to the Republic Fleet on Telos."

"Jedi Knight Yuthura Ban kept watch over you on Dantooine"

Mira couldn't take it anymore. "Ok so if you all were watching us this whole time why didn't you lend us a hand you know? We could've used some help."

"Simple" Juhani answered. "We knew you were traveling with a Sith Lord. We couldn't risk more Jedi being lost to the Sith especially us. Because you see the reason we were all chosen to watch you is a simple one. We are all connected to Revan."

"You are?"

Both the Jedi nodded. "There's something we should show you that I think will help you understand. Has your Master taught you how to meditate?"

Mira had learn meditation techniques from Zane but was never very good at it. Sitting still was not something she enjoyed doing so she was never very good at centering herself.

"I'm...not very good at it honestly."

"That's alright" Juhani said with a kind smile as she and Dustil stood up and she unlocked the cell door. The trio rearranged themselves in cross legged positions on the floor.

"Past the surface there is the Force"

Mira felt herself fall deep into a trance. She opened her eyes and could slmost see through Juhani and Dustil. She remembered meditating with Zane and Visas on the Ebon Hawk and all could she think of was the light that seemed to emanate from her mentor. He was like a softly warm sun. But his aura had a color to it, a seafoam blue.

She peered at the two Jedi across the room from her and was instantly surprised. They seemed so equal in both light and dark, they shone with a beautiful gray light. Waves of blue and red pulsed through them. They were both of the light side of the Force and the dark side. So evenly balanced.

"But how?" she asked them. It wasn't possible was it? You had to be one or the other. Good or bad. You couldn't be both.

"You'll learn" Juhani said simply. "Now let's get you out of this cell. I'm sure you must be hungry."

Dustil eagerly returned to his room after his Master said that she would take Mira to get her injuries checked by the med droid and then get her some food. As he sat down on the simple bunk that was off to one side of the room he relaxed alot more when a pair of blue arms slid their way around his waist.

"Ah you're up." he whispered with a smile. "I came in here to see you earlier when I got in and you were out cold."

The young twi'lek who shared his bed grinned happily at him and laid her head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry Dusty. It was a long flight from Coruscant and it felt way too nice to be back in your bed."

He smiled and kissed her forehead. "That's alright. What's important is that you're here now. I missed you so much Mission."

Mission snuggled against him. "I missed you too. When the Jedi Council told me that they have something for me to do I couldn't refuse."

"They all know how skilled you are. The great scout Mission Vao!"

Mission laughed along with him. But it was true whether or not she wanted to admit it. At the young age of 19 she was already a legend amongst many. When she had traveled with the crew of the Ebon Hawk that included Dustil's father and Master she had earned the Republic's Cross of Glory. Her skills in computer hacking, stealth work, and various other exploits that may be considered illegal by some were unparalleled.

"So now that you're up the Council has asked you to try and see what you can do with HK. Revan really worked him over good before he left."

Mission hopped off the bed and grabbed her boyfriend's hand. "We'll see about that. Revan is a damn good slicer but I have plenty of tricks too."