NO PLACE IN THE GALAXY

To search for a life greater than a Sith was difficult. There was no such thing as safety, especially for those who feel the fear of loss – those who have already fallen to the dark side of the Force. Only through her hate, Leena could achieve a power greater than her Master, to master the dark side was her only path to freedom.

Baras knew her future, he knew that her power would become too strong to control.

And he had every right to fear her, even when he doesn't admit it himself.

For years she had evolved, learned, and discovered his secrets – and once they were no longer of use to one other is when they can finally destroy each other. A game that was always meant to be played by two, no more, no less. A master and an apprentice.

To hold her Master's lightsaber is to sense the power of those who wielded it, and Master Wyellett is no exception. His connection to the Force pulls her somewhere deep down the icy roads of Hoth, she was close to committing another slaughter in the name of her Master. A man she was certain to kill one day.

She walked through the harsh colds of the planet's atmosphere. To see enough war before it could even break open, to see enough people die in front of her, to see what she has achieved – just when the stars were already dying around her.

On the other side of the Force, she wondered from time to time: When will she die?

Whenever Jaesa would look at her she couldn't tell her past, her future – what she's feeling, what she regrets. People like her carry her prison with her, no matter where she went it was always with her. The young apprentice walked around the orbital station, seeing different Sith and Imperial soldiers walking around and doing their own business.

Her Master had been gone for almost three weeks and none of them heard from her since she left.

At some point, when she was alone on the ship – Jaesa would see a faint image of a man. She would look around and ask 2V if there was anyone else on board. To her curiosity, the droid simply answered no and explained that the others haven't returned.

It was strange for the young apprentice. She could feel this pull from the Force and yet, she knew that no one else was there.

This tingling feeling of an unexplainable power trying to reach out to her, a power that was pulling her to her Master's closed quarters. Unlike Lord Sern, the apprentice heard no voices, she saw no nightmares feel no painful memories lingering in her mind like a snake in the night. When the doors opened, her eyes immediately landed on the Jedi Holocron resting on the desk. The blue glow made it hard to believe that something like this would be resting in her Master's private quarters.

In her short time coming in and out of this room, she never noticed the Holocron or perhaps, her Master did her best to hide it. But it was just there, waiting to be opened – the pull to the light.

Lord Sern went out of her way to make this ship feel like home for her apprentice, and even after she quietly fell into the dark – the Master became more cautious about teaching Jaesa. Despite feeling her hatred, her anger, her agony, the brutality she committed, the lives she took – the apprentice kept on trying to understand her Master's actions. Trying to convince herself that those actions were just, actions that were necessary for the peace they both wanted.

But they both have a different understanding of what peace is. There was conflict inside of her, Jaesa couldn't tell what's right anymore. With the little rumors, she heard how her Master brutally slaughtered Republic troops on her own, how her tainted actions were supposed to be just for a Sith, and yet the apprentice was still allowed to live despite their different views on how the situations should be handled.

As the saying goes, Serns can never be tamed.

Jaesa sat down in her quarters, silently meditating to regain focus. Unlike before, the apprentice found herself in the middle of the void – surrounded by the darkness that was often embraced by the Sith. With no source of light, no feeling of warmth, no words of guidance ringing through her head. She was simply there, looking for a single shining star not knowing that the light of the stars is nothing more than the harsh illusions her Master endured throughout the years.

The cold, she felt the cold slithering through her skin. She felt the loneliness in the void, the painful sorrows in her heart. The dark is reassuring and yet horrifying. She remembered how much she was in the dark as a young handmaiden on Alderaan, how the dark became her companion during her years of the doubt under the training of Master Karr, how the dark showed her the single ray of light to who she was – all for a Sith Lord who offered her hand.

In front of her was her Master who stood tall and yet, she could feel the sudden feeling of conflict. A dilemma in her heart standing by the balcony of her stronghold of Dromand Kaas, under the cold rain she loathes so much.

As Jaesa tried to reach her, the scene suddenly changed. She could feel the burning heat of the flames that stood before her, the horrid feeling of bloodlust, and the screams of war. As blasters fire and lightsabers slaughter. The apprentice could slowly feel the fright running through her veins, her Master's enemies make the Empire breathes and Jaesa knew very well that as long as Leena Sern is alive her internal war will never be over.

To be surrounded by the pool of blood of Lord Sern's enemies, she was fighting in a war that would last for years with thousands of soldiers dying by her command – to soon betray everything she once held dear. All those burning men around her, crying for their mothers, their commanders, for help – but the war of Jedi and Sith, Republic and Empire meant nothing.

The true war lies in the unexplored space.

'I want my Master dead.' Jaesa turned around to find her Master standing before her, holding two lightsabers and her broken helmet showing half of her face. The horrible hate in her eyes felt overwhelming for the apprentice. The menacing tone, the craving for bloodlust and vengeance – it was all there.

All in Leena Sern. 'I want my brother dead.'

'Why?' The apprentice asked. She could feel the pain in her chest, her Master was walking in a path that she could never follow.

Leena answered. 'Vengeance is the only way for me to achieve peace.'

The same shade of grey eyes opened the moment she could feel the heavy burden in her heart. The woman slowly sat up from her bed, looking around to find no one else in her quarters. It has always been silent. To deny every single sentimental feeling was her sole purpose for the Empire, in the facility where she was trained, where she was trained – she knew very well that she had no place in the galaxy.

As it was programmed to her. Abandoning their past was the only way to make things easier, even killing. To have these dreams, these nightmares over and over again – in hopes to want, to feel, to love, it was all nothing. She lies and kills in the service of liars and killers.

The blood on her hands, they will never go away.

"You're awake." The woman turned her attention towards the door, to find a Jedi Master standing before her. He had a gentle smile on her lips, the sense of kindness that she hasn't felt in a long time. "How are you feeling?"

"My…" she hesitated for a moment. Seeing the flash of memories go through her eyes at a rapid pace, having everything to be a blur. "…my chest feels tight. Where am I?"

"I found you through the mud where the explosion happened." The Jedi Master answered, sitting down by the chair beside the bed. It was odd for the woman; he had the same eyes like hers. Something felt familiar and yet it also felt distant. "You were lucky to have survived. Are you a soldier?"

"I… work for the SIS, Master Jedi."

"You sound Imperial—"

"It's a long story." The agent sighed. "I defected a year ago."

Jedi Master Cyrus felt the struggle inside of this woman that stood before him. In a way, the agent reminded him of his brother. They were similar in appearances; the shade of her eyes was the same as theirs.

The agent took a deep breath, as she continued to speak her piece. "You could say they broke me, over and over again until I became nothing more than a weapon. I used to have nothing, Master Jedi, and then I… found out that I have a family."

"You don't want to return to your family?"

"I don't think I can." She answered with no reservations. "Even if I wanted to I simply can't."

"If you don't mind me asking, why can't you?"

"I have no place in the galaxy." She recited the words that were taught to her. "I have survived in a galaxy that doesn't want me – and I wouldn't want it any other way. I accepted what I am, what I have become, and I know the nightmares will never go away."

The Jedi Master couldn't pretend to understand what she meant; he couldn't even know what she meant. Like her, he had nightmares of his own – nightmares that he can never explain, he can never tell anyone.

He's been alone since his brother was knighted all those years ago. Rarely seeing each other with all of the battles that were happening across the galaxy, despite the treaty – for as long as he can remember he just wanted to do what was right. But with all of this brutality happening to those he knew, for those he cared about – even a master such as him don't know what's right anymore.

A master of the Jedi Order, the Barsen'thor named Cyrus – even a man like him struggles with the Jedi code. He stood by with the Jedi, he fought for them, believed in them – but there were times he wondered if everything they did was right and just.

Like his other masters he fought in battles, protect those who he had sworn to protect. But a Jedi Master like him don't tend to think his past battles too much, the horrors of war were too much for him. The master who refuses to ignite his lightsaber and relies on the Force too much.

He was not a warrior nor a soldier, he knew that difference. Some people classify themselves to those and justify it with actions – allowing their victories in the battle to be their justification. Actions of a single being can be just all because they deem it right. He stood by the words of how Jedi should be keepers of peace and not soldiers, but some beg to differ, how their job as Jedi should result in the elimination of the Sith.

Centuries of hatred and violence was all they inherited, a legacy that is passed down from every generation of any race and species. To make this far and learn nothing – would be marked as a great failure.

"There is no war to end all wars," Cyrus told the agent. Even a man of his knowledge and wisdom knew the reality of the galaxy. To forge the future, they must first break through the past. "If you don't mind asking me agent, what is your name?"

"I have no name." She simply said. "I'm simply called Legate."

The galaxy is shrinking and their fates began to intertwine with one another. The Force has a plan and they were all a part of it.