Just like Me part 3: Power Games

Captain Cooper was nothing like she thought he was.

When Zay thought of smugglers, she thought of the Hutts, and the ships that they employed. Both Master Ankar, and Master Avaryss had dealt with such people. They were opportunistic, greedy, and you could trust them about as far as a normal being could throw them.

"Useful, pawns," Master Avaryss had called them, "but not the type that you should put any faith in. They are only as loyal as the far as the credits you pay them.

The dark lord had smiled then.

"Useful, but more importantly, expendable. Their one saving grace."

After her time on the smuggler's moon, Zay had come to see that way of looking as the only way of looking.

Captain Cooper changed that view after only a few days.

She now found herself a guest at the smuggler chieftain's main base. She had not heard a name for the world, the few that she had heard speaking about it called it PB-4416, or just Pee Bee for short.

It was a world that the captain and his organization kept coming back to. They had needed to move their operations several times over the years, but they always seemed to come back.

Both Cooper and his men were comfortable here, and the locals knew them. Despite the demands of business, this world had become the group's home. It had natural protection from scanners. It was Isolated enough for the group to feel comfortable, but with just enough civilization that they remained connected to the rest of the galaxy.

The perfect place for such a group to do business.

A group of young sailors nodded to Zay as she passed, she nodded in greeting and continued on her way, singing to herself in a low gentle voice.

The young men and the two women froze briefly as the song touched their ears. It was only a matter of seconds, and they resumed their conversation with no memory afterward.

Zay suppressed a smile.

Another Force sensitive might have felt what she had just done. When she closed her eyes and looked in upon herself, she could almost see it, an aura around her small frame, an aura with many twisting and writhing tendrils. Tendrils that sought out the wills of the weak and the stupid. When touched, they froze for a few moments, those with stronger wills were lulled into a sense of lethargy.

The fact that she possessed such power impressed Zay.

Before entering Master Avaryss' service, she thought she was nothing, that she would always be nothing. She was just a slave, and after her journey into a Sith vault, a slave with a twisted foot. Now, she had discovered she was special, that she possessed a gift far beyond anyone else.

Amazing.

Amazing, yet, it was just a taste of what she might accomplish.

It was so easy to manifest the power she had discovered. All she needed to do was focus on her darker impulses. Anger at those that were trying to block her mission, aware of it or not. Frustration that she was still unsuccessful. Fear of failure, and…and…

Zay swallowed hard.

Guilt.

She had needed to do…some terrible things to get this far. She tried to ignore that guilt, not think about the nightmares that kept her from sleeping soundly at night.

She dreamed of the Fairwind, the ship that had taken her off of Nar Shadda. She dreamed of the Celchu family, the people she had murdered to gain their ship, and from there, find her way to this place.

She thought of kind Dal, who had mothered her during her time on the vessel. She thought of Morse the captain, who hadn't resisted when his wife said they were bringing a strange girl along with them. Rand, a boy her own age, whose shy smile suggested an interest that he was too shy and afraid to admit.

She thought of Johun, the eldest, the boy…

She shivered.

Johun's screams echoed through her mind. Cries of pain and fear, knowing that his life was ending, feeling the knife in his neck. Then the sharp pain as Zay twisted it, and tore it out, the stream of blood that splashed her face and the deck.

She shivered.

Even now, she felt a desire to say something. From the realm of the dead the Celchus glared at her, cold accusing looks. Blaming her for their deaths.

Part of Zay wanted to beg their forgiveness. To fall to her knees and say she was sorry, offering many sobbing apologies.

Yet, another part of her, the colder, more mature part sneered at that thought.

They died to get you here, they served their purpose, the weak exist only to serve the strong.

The weak deserve their fate.

She wanted to believe that, needed to believe it, but…the ghosts were still there, glaring at her.

She wanted to look away, but she couldn't the guilt was tied up with what she desired, just like her anger and fear.

In those three emotions she had found a door, and on the other side of that door…waited great power.

The power of the dark side of the Force.

The power…of the Sith.

Zay licked her lips, even thinking about the darkness brushing her mind across it, made her feel giddy.

She wanted more, craved it more than anything, but was not sure how to get it.

Master Avaryss knows, she knew, if I bring back what she desires she will show me how. She will teach me.

Zay was no fool, what she was doing here on Pee Bee were mere magician's tricks, amusing, but that was about it.

If she wanted to know her true potential, she needed to prove herself.

She had escaped Nar Shadda, survived the thugs and scum that called it home, murdered four people, discovered a smuggler's nest, and now…had to steal a secret from its chieftain without getting caught.

Impossible, the unenlightened might say, but Zay knew better.

The dark side was with her, it whispered in her ears, offering itself, offering aid.

She had spent almost a week of sleepless nights listening to it. Coming up with a plan, now…tonight.

She was ready.

IOI

"We're not due to stop back on Survivor Base for another month, kid," Captain Cooper had explained.

The old man smiled.

"All I can do now is offer you my hospitality until then, or…I could try to contact Jas, see if he could send a ship."

Zay had shaken her head shyly.

"That is okay, Captain, sir, there is no reason to inconvenience anyone."

She smiled.

"I can wait, if you don't mind."

I think we can accommodate you," he said with a friendly chuckle.

"It is not like you take up much space, is it?"

She laughed at his joke, it wasn't funny, but…

It was what was expected.

To the captain, and the rest of his crew, Zay was just a kid, a fourteen-year-old girl, small for age, almost waif-like with large green eyes. Her twisted left foot made her seem even less threatening.

She did everything to encourage that idea.

When they had found the Fairwind, all they had seen aboard were signs of carnage. Zay starved and dehydrated had collapsed into Cooper's arms. She had told them her tale, a terrible tale indeed.

She told them of Johun Celchu, a young man who had murdered his own family, a desperate young man who had fallen in with a bad crowd, running up a huge and unpayable gambling debt. In his desperation he had destroyed his entire family in order to seize the Fairwind and its cargo. Cargo that had been offloaded two days before The Folly had discovered it.

Johun had been on his way to meet another client, one that would buy the stolen ship, and…had a taste for young girls. Zay had tearfully told Cooper how the young man who had invited her onboard, planned to sell her too. She had been paralyzed by fear, for two days she had barely moved while her captor saw to the final stages of their journey.

On the third day she had mustered her courage, and acted. She had attacked him, killing the evil boy with a large kitchen knife.

She had sobbed out the second half of the story. Cooper, touched by her tears, had held her, comforted her like a father would a frightened daughter.

Zay wished that she could say it had all been an act.

The pain she felt for the deaths of the Celchu family was very real. She used that pain and guilt to sell her lie.

Cooper had bought her story, if for no other reason that a small young girl, who had no reason to lie had told it to him.

He had carried her to a bunk and tucked her in like a small child, she had thanked him for saving her, blessing his name and those of his family.

When he had left, she had smiled, a cruel and ugly predator's grin.

She…had pulled it off.

They assigned no one to watch her, and given her the run of the ship, and when they arrived back home, run of their base. She was their guest after all.

Cooper had seemed charmed by her act, and he had not been alone.

Cooper's wife, a pink skinned Zeltron woman with blue hair named, Kimora had welcomed her with open arms.

The lady had taken one look at her as she stepped off the Coop's Folly and immediately starting fussing over her, showing her to a room, offering her food and clean clothes.

Kimora Cooper was the perfect hostess, going out of her way to make the young girl feel welcome. She even invited the girl to dine with her and her husband in the evenings.

Zay had tried to decline, saying she was unworthy of such treatment, she was a humble servant, and not above paying for the kindness they were offering. She had offered to do odd jobs, cooking cleaning, she was not afraid of hard work.

The Zeltron would not hear of it.

You, poor dear," she had cooed, "You are a guest here. After everything you have been through, Coop and I wouldn't dream of putting you to work."

The woman smiled.

Rest now, eat, and get your strength back, it has been some time since we have had any children in the apartment, it will be good to hear a child's laugh again.

Zay had smiled, and nodded, but inside she had seethed.

She was NO child!

She was a Sith!

Or…soon would be.

Yet. She needed to keep up appearances.

She giggled, and smiled shyly.

Again, no one seemed to pick up on her act. No one here knew what she was.

Captain Cooper didn't seem to know that she was Force Sensitive. He never made mention of it.

She guessed that Master Jas had not told him about her…incident in the Survivor base dining hall.

Her memory of that event was still a little fuzzy, it didn't seem real, but she remembered what had happened.

Someone had touched her, and she had…freaked. Her fear and pain had gone off like a bomb, she had thrown chairs, tables, and people like they were nothing.

She had been lost, until Master Avaryss had stepped up to her, using her own dark connection to sooth Zay, bring her back to the here and now, to save her from the chaos within her.

It was in that moment that Zay realized the truth.

The power within in her, it was the same power that was in her master.

It frightened her, but it was also…exciting.

Master Avaryss knew how to use that power. Zay wanted to know too.

It was why she hadn't committed herself to training with Master Fenn, and the other Jedi that lived at survivor base.

She didn't want to use her power to serve others. She knew what the Jedi did with their power, how they served and helped only those that they thought were worthy, the wealthy and the important. Zay and her mother had not been among them, they had been abandoned to slavery, and the drudgery of a small existence.

She thought about her childhood, what she had needed to endure, and all because the Jedi didn't care about the welfare of the poor and downtrodden.

She hated them for that.

She hated the entire Jedi Order.

A Jedi's life was service. Zay didn't want to that, she wanted freedom, to never have to call someone master again.

The Sith offered that.

Through victory, my chains are broken.

The Force shall free me.

Zay believed those words.

Her master believed those words.

"Do as I say, dear girl," her master had said, "Find what I seek, and I will be the last person you will need to call master, and one day…"

"…you will be the master."

It was a promise that Zay believed.

She would find what her master sought, and she was so close now, so very close.

Tonight, she would make her move.

IOI

Again Zay made her way to the Coopers apartment, and again, the guards barely looked at her.

After two weeks living here, being seen in the company of Cooper and his wife, the staff and smugglers living here barely saw her anymore.

She might have well been invisible.

Which was good.

Zay looked down at her clothes, the shirt and skirt that Kimora had laid out for her. A pretty garment, but again just another chain to drag her down.

Above her, the lights flickered, not an uncommon occurrence here on Pee Bee.

She almost laughed.

It was almost time.

Cooper and Kimora were waiting for her when she arrived, she curtseyed, and put on her best star struck girl act. The smuggler and his wife enjoyed that. They asked her about her day, and how her leg was doing.

Zay smiled.

That bit of kindness had almost undone her.

A week ago, Cooper had sent her to see the doctor at their base, A Cerean male named, Bunji. The tall headed healer had examined Zay's foot and ankle.

She had shuddered at the sight of it.

She hated that it was even a part of her.

The flesh was withered like it had been in a fire, her toes were misshapen and bent.

Even now, at rest, it throbbed painfully, her boot and brace helped, made it bearable, but…

The doctor clucked quietly to himself and went to his computer.

"What did you do?" he asked.

For some reason, she thought he had meant the Celchus she had nearly panicked.

"I HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING!"

"I'm sure you didn't," the old alien chuckled.

"I didn't," she said quickly, "I'm, nothing, a nobody…I'm…"

"Calm yourself, girl," Doc Bunji had said, "Coop told me about you. How you serve a Sith Master as her serving girl. I'm just wondering what you did to make her infect your leg with Sith poison. Spill a dish, maybe talk back to her…"

Zay winced; her face turned red.

STUPID! STUPID STUPID!

She almost confessed because of a misunderstanding.

The doc thought Master Avaryss had done this to her.

"Master Avaryss saved me," she informed him, "Drew out the poison before it could do anymore damage."

Again the old doc chuckled.

"A Sith saving someone, that is a switch.

Zay was about to jump to her master's defense, but then realized that might be even more suspicious.

She changed tactics, putting a bit of bitterness into her voice.

"It wasn't kindness that motivated her. She had just killed Master Ankar, my owner. She…she said she was claiming me as a spoil of war."

Zay shook her head.

"Letting me die would have denied her my service."

The alien nodded.

"Now THAT sounds like a Sith."

Yes, it does, she had thought.

The weak serve the strong.

The weak deserve their fate.

At Coop's orders Doctor Bunji had done what he could for her bad leg. He had been a Republic field medic during the war, and had seen the effects of Sith poison, and what it had done to the soldiers he had treated. As a result, he had come up with an answer. He grafted metal strips to her foot, a technique that he had used successful for many years. The metal bonded with her flesh, supporting her bones, and smoothing out some of the damage the poison had done. It served as an improved version of the brace Master Avaryss had granted her.

Zay had been out during the surgery, one injection, and after starting to count down from twenty, she had closed her eyes, and when she opened them, an hour had passed, and the work was complete.

Since then, her foot had improved, it was red and irritated, but that would go away with time and a few kolto injections. She still had a limp, but it was not as pronounced as it had been when she had needed to wear her boot. She was even getting to the point that she didn't need her cane anymore, and after two days of kolto injections, to bring down the swelling, she discovered she could almost run again.

The realization brought tears to her eyes.

As a girl, she had loved to run, to feel the wind on her face.

She couldn't sprint like she used to, but at least it was better than the hobbling movement she had endured in the last year.

She had been grateful to the Coopers, even Master Avaryss had not tried to fix her foot, offering only to cut it off, and replace it with a mechanical one.

That kindness…it had almost got to her. She had even considered abandoning her mission. They would have accepted if she said she didn't want to go back to her master, back to the cruelty of a Sith. She thought that maybe she could convince them to let her stay here.

During the dinner that first night after her surgery, that thought had died.

Cooper had spoken to her about her master, offering her a means to get in contact with him if she heard anything that might hurt the Survivors, if her master decided to betray them.

Zay had listened and smiled, but inside, she felt her rage burning again.

Cooper didn't help her out of kindness.

He wanted her to spy on her master.

He wanted to turn her into a spy for the Jedi.

That was all it took to get her back on mission.

Again, she had been a fool.

Cooper was a smuggler, a liar!

He had no interest in her, only his Jedi associates, those that helped pay for his life style.

She felt like an idiot again.

It had taken all her strength to make it through the meal, smiling gratefully at her host and his wife. She promised to think about it, and took the device he gave her.

He never seemed to realize that it was an act.

When she returned to her room. she had known what needed to be done.

It had taken another week to prepare, and get all the pieces in place, but…now…she was ready.

Tonight…she would do it.

The Coopers remained the kind hosts, and Zay played the role of the shy and grateful guest.

About ten minutes into the meal, the lights had flickered and died and in the distance an alarm had sounded.

Zay didn't move.

She knew what was coming and mustered her courage.

What came next would be…. A bit risky.

The captain picked up his commlink while Kimora spoke quietly with Zay assuring her that everything was okay.

Cooper, now scowling, said they would need to try this meal later, something had come up.

He looked at Zay. He offered to escort her back to her room. He knew she had gotten lost several times over the last week.

She declined, promising him that it wasn't necessary. Kimora apologized for their meal being ruined, but again, Zay assured her it wasn't her fault.

In fact Zay knew it wasn't her fault.

Two weeks of careful planning and planting ideas in people's heads was finally paying off.

Zay left. She made her way back towards her room, but turned away when she realized no guards were watching.

Zay made straight for the Coop's Folly, or rather, the ship's navigational computer.

She wasn't sure how much time she had, in the past in had taken Cooper's men about a half hour, to 45 minutes to fix the base's, generator. At least, that is what he engineers she had talked to had said.

It gave her about a twenty-minute window.

She prayed to the dark side that it would be enough.

Hopefully that fool Mankin would not get caught so quickly.

She took a nervous breath, began to sing, and reached out with the Force.

Her powers came to her swiftly, she moved as fast as her bad foot allowed even more so thanks to the captain's gifts.

She had no time to rest on her laurels though. The chronometer was ticking.

She had to hurry.

IOI

Zay made it to the Folly in matter of minutes.

No guards stood watch, they were all likely tied up, searching for and escaped prisoner.

Her actions over the last week came back to her, the careful preparation for this raid.

The Coopers willingness to let her explore had served her well, she had gotten to know not only the lay out of the base, but many of those who worked here as well. Drav Logos, a young man from Chandrila had worked in the bases power plant. It was boring and tedious work making sure everything was working, so he had been more than willing to speak with his Captain's guest. They had spent several hours that first night, talking about his home world, and how the generator system worked.

An old system, it required cells that needed to be changed every few hours, primary and secondary cells had to be kept separate. If not, the generator would overload the cell, burn it out, and cause power loss throughout the base.

Zay had acted so impressed with his skill, quickly figuring out what cells were secondary and primary. Tonight shortly before her dinner, she had snuck in and switched out to primary cells for secondary ones. As expected, the cells overloaded.

It was not a hard fix, but she had made sure to knock the primary cell box down behind the counter. It would take a bit of searching in the dark for Logos to find it, again, as planned.

As for the guards that had been easy too. Mankin, one of Cooper's associates had been confined to quarters by his employer for…helping himself to the group's spare supplies, and selling them on the black market of the town of Hillard, a short speeder ride from the base, and the only population center on the planet.

Mankin, being one of the crew who had rescued Zay had received several visits from the young girl. As long as she stayed away from the bars the guards let her sit with the prisoner, talk to him. He welcomed the company. He wasn't a violent man, but his concern over what punishment he might get for his misdeeds weighed on his mind.

Zay had…not alleviated his fears, if anything she added to him, telling stories she had heard while having dinner with the captain and his wife.

By the time she was finished, the young man was willing to do anything to escape.

Zay mentioned the Fairwind, how Johun's father had shown her ships preflight sequence and told her the code to access the ships computer.

Unsurprisingly the young man listened carefully. She never offered to help him, she didn't need to, she just gave him the tools, supposedly on accident.

All there was left to do now, was give him the opportunity, say…a massive power failure throughout the base.

The fact that the guards weren't around the Folly suggested that Mankin had made his move. Now with the power out, and the guards distracted, Zay made her move.

She moved quietly through the halls of the Folly; the freighter was larger than most vessels she had been on. She didn't bother going to the bridge, any attempt to log into the computer from there would be flagged and recognized.

Fortunately, she didn't have to. Coop often worked on ship systems from his office, analyzed data from the bridge consoles.

It was child's play for Zay to gain access. Coop's men trusted him. He didn't even bother locking the door on his cabin.

Zay slipped inside, still singing quietly to herself, trying to focus on her anger, turning the fear she felt into it, and therefore into speed and cunning.

She sat down quickly at the captain's desk, accessing his computer.

There was so much data for the last few months, she tried to isolate any navigational information. She tried to remember when the Coop's Folly had visited survivor base.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she worked, fearing that she would look up and see the captain standing over her, demanding to know what she was doing. She…

She blinked.

What?

Captain Cooper's desk was mostly clutter free; what Zay might expect from a professional smuggler chieftain.

The only other thing beside the computer was a holo projector, showing images of the captain throughout his life.

Picture of Cooper and Kimora flashed by. The kind of pictures that any married man my keep on his deck, the two smiling from the holocam grinning like fools.

The pictures cycled from most recent to oldest, if she was guessing a the next few were of Cooper and another woman, a human woman.

Another wife?

Zay remembered hearing that that Captain had been married once before, that Kimona had only came around after his first wife had passed. His first wife had been his partner, Randa…something. She…

Zay's eyes widened.

The next holo shocked her.

It was of Cooper and…two teenagers, a boy and a girl, not recent she guessed, five or six years old…maybe.

Well, well, well…

Zay felt the color drain from her face.

The boy she didn't know, he looked enough like Cooper to be a son, but the other…the girl…she…she...

What?

The image of Master Avaryss flickered before her eyes. She stood near Cooper with a hint of a smile on her face, her hair cut short, wearing the robes of a Jedi, robes like Temmin's.

Padawan robes.

Zay didn't know what to say.

Master Avaryss…she…she was no Jedi! She…

A sound below startled the girl.

Out of time!

She accessed the most recent navigation logs. She would have to look at them later. The location of the Survivor's Base should be among them.

She quickly copied them to a data card. There were four boxes of eight in the drawer. She pulled one out of the box at the back, so that Cooper wouldn't notice one missing, the one with the missing card she shoved in the back.

She was not sure how often the captain checked those cards, but hopefully he would go through all the other boxes before he got to the one, she had taken from. He would likely wonder what had happened to the extra card, but…

Another sound, and voices.

OUT OF TIME!

GET OUT!

GET OUT RIGHT NOW!

Zay shut down the computer terminal and hurried out of the office, shutting off the light as she went.

Her heart was pounding in her ears, fear of discovery fueled her like adrenaline.

She sang under her breath, calling on her power. Calling on the dark side. It fed off her fear, turning it to anger, and anger into strength.

Zay saw the security team, three men in armor. She hid in the shadows, as they passed. They didn't seem to hear her song, even though the tendrils of it wrapped around their brains.

When one looked like he was about to look back, see her, he froze mid step, his mouth going slack.

Zay slipped past him, a shadow on a darkened wall.

She made it down the stair, and down the ships boarding ramp, and…

…was almost caught when a huge load lifter droid came online and stood up right in front of her.

Zay cursed under her breath.

Her power didn't work on droids! At least, she didn't think it did.

B1-0N, or Bee Ten as he was known here at Cooper's base, looked around.

Is someone here? My sensors detected…something."

Zay said nothing, she hid, cursing her luck.

Her fear morphed into anger, hate.

Why now!

Why did the droid have to come online!

She looked past the droid, at a small tool kit perched close to the edge of a lone crate.

If only it would fall, she thought.

Fall, damn you!

FALL!

The tool kit rocked, as if touched and tipped over, spilling loudly all over the deck.

The droid turned, its huge frame moving away.

Zay scampered from her hiding place. She made it through the exit just as she heard the droid reached the source of the noise.

It made a noise like a sigh.

"I just know I'm going to be asked to clean this up," the droid said in a morose voice, "Like my arms are small enough for such work.

Another sigh sound.

"Typical."

Zay didn't wait around, she moved as fast as she could back to her room.

Her rage giving way to a thrill of success, excitement of having escaped.

She had done it!

She had the data. She was sure of it!

I win, she almost shouted.

I WON!

IOI

Three nights later Zay, once again, found herself back in Cooper's apartment.

The girl was all smiles, relaxed, and why not…

…she had done it.

She had laid low for two days, listening for any conversation that might hint someone knew that Coop's computer on the Folly had been accessed.

So far, nothing.

The captain was not happy, not after the power loss the other night, and the near escape by the thief Mankin.

The young man had been killed in trying to gain access to the Fairwind. Cooper had impounded the ship, waiting to see if he could sell it back to its original owner. Mankin had tried to steal the ship, but had not realized that Cooper had changed the access code, locking out its main computer.

When the security team had found him, Mankin had pulled a blaster. He had even wounded one of the guards before the rest of the team had put him down.

Zay frowned slightly when she heard that.

She had not wanted the boy to die, he had been nice to her, despite the fact that he had been stealing from his employer.

She closed her eyes and sighed.

Another ghost had joined the Celchus' on the other side, another soul to glare at her.

She had not done the deed, but he had died because of her, never the less.

Zay paid him no mind.

Why would she.

The weak deserved their fate.

And besides, how was she to know that Cooper had changed the code.

Cooper also mentioned that he had decided to scrap the Fairwind, break it down for parts, too much death surrounded the ship, he would rather not see it again.

Zay was pleased to hear that.

Its destruction meant not only the end of the ship, but also that any evidence of her crime would be destroyed as well.

She fought down the urge to smile.

Another gift from the dark side.

Kimora Cooper tried to cheer up her husband, speaking of future plans.

Zay…also spoke, hoping her news would also help lighten the mood.

She promised to spy on Master Avaryss.

Both the Captain and his wife tried to talk her out of it. Cooper admitted that he had not been thinking of the girl's safety when he made the suggestion.

Zay waved off his concern.

It was not that help would not be far away at survivor base.

If anything was amiss, she would go to Master Jas immediately.

That seemed to have the effect she wanted.

Cooper relaxed, calling her both a good and brave girl.

Zay smiled.

Good?

Brave?

She…didn't think so.

She tried to kill the impish smile on her face but couldn't.

She was going back to her master, and she had the very information she had been sent for.

She had won.

Not only would her master forgive her for looking at her holocron, but she would teach her the ways of the dark side.

That is what she had promised.

Zay shivered with anticipation.

She would tell her master about what Coop had asked her to do.

Avaryss would think of some way to turn it to their advantage.

Our advantage, Zay thought happily.

The Sith's advantage!

She still another week and a half until she could return to Survivor Base, in the meantime she would have to keep her guard up.

She would listen for any warning, just in case Cooper came to suspect her.

She would be mindful.

She would be ready.

Through victory my chains were broken.

The Force will free me.

Zay almost squealed with delight.

She had no idea what her master wanted the coordinates for and she didn't care.

For my master, she thought as contemplated handing her the secret she sought.

One secret, for all those my master possesses.

For power!

FOR THE SITH!

THE END OF THE BEGINNING!

A/N: Zay's journey to the dark side will continue in Star Wars: Fallen Hero. Until next time, dear readers!

DG