ShadowsInTheStorm

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The Jedi exile stared out the Ebon Hawk's viewport, her deep blue eyes unfocused. It was easy to tell the Arkanian Offshoot's mind was far away from the ship was currently sitting in, but it was impossible to tell where her mind was wondering. She hadn't exactly been the same since everything had happened and her life's course had been forever altered. Then again, she hadn't expected everything to be the same. After everything she had found out and everything she had been told, there hadn't been a doubt in her mind what she was going to do. That didn't make it any less easy though. A quiet beeping jerked the young woman out of her thoughts a

A/N: Shorter chapter. Sorry guys. Nar Shaddaa. Force it had been a long time since I had wondered the streets here alone. The last time that had been was back when I was Kiana and had still been working as a bounty hunter after my exile. Those were interesting times. I shook my head to clear it of those thoughts as I worked my way back over to the Nar Shaddaa docks. I was apparently supposed to meet this Visquis. It was apparent to me that he was trying to kill me and deliver me to GOTO. That's all these bounty hunters wanted. Oh well. I had finally made it to the door that lead to the docks when I heard a sound behind me. "Kiana? Is it re

She knew what she was. People around her didn't. Not anymore at least. She recognized this now as she walked across the sandy surface of Tatooine. The heat glared down at her, but she almost couldn't feel it. She was cold on the inside; cold enough to let her ignore the blinding heat. After all, what did one feel after they were already dead? And if she was anything, she was certainly dead. Dead to feeling, dead to emotion, dead to the world, and more than anything, dead to herself. She walked into Anchorhead, her previously white hair whipping in the wind, sending small lines of red in front of her face. She reached out and quickly caught

So, today had really not been my day.  Nope, not at all.  I had been forced to fall back on my Jedi training even though for five years I have tried to leave that part of me behind.  And that isn't the worse part.  I'm actually glad to have the Force back, and that scares me horribly. "So…what happened?" My new pilots voice cut across the cockpit.  I sighed and focused my attention on the galaxy map in front of me.  I really, really, really, wanted him to not ask what I was thinking he was about to ask. "What are you talking about?" I asked, my voice heavy with exhaustion and annoyance.  As much as I don't want to admit it, I just want

"What were you thinking? You can be so idiotic some times!" Tyla shouted, barely keeping her voice from echoing through the halls of the Enclave. "What was I thinking? You're the one that burst into the Council chambers!" Kavar responded, just as angry. Okaaaaay then. What the hell was going on here? "Yeah, well it's your fault!" "Really, how is this my fault?" What had I missed?! This is why I hate going off planet!! I feel so out of the loop! "Wow, I think you're more clueless than me sometimes!" Tyla growled. "Nobody can beat how clueless you are." Kavar said back. The door suddenly opened and a very angry Tyla stalked out of the room

Tyla's eyes shot open as she was awoken from her dream by a hand on her mouth. She caught sight of Revan and that her finger was to her lips. Tyla nodded and Revan removed her hand and moved back slightly. Tyla slid out of the bed softly and landed on the ground as Revan threw some clothes at her. Tyla caught them and tried to inspect them, but in the darkness of the room it was impossible to see anything. Trusting Revan's judgment she slipped the outfit on and ghosted out of their room. Whatever it was she was wearing, it didn't feel like it was covering much. In fact, it didn't feel like it was covering much at all. It was when she was in

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing.  Any characters that you recognize do not belong to me besides Tyla.  I don't own Aurali either.  That honor belongs to my amazing co-writer Aurali Adrics. I leaned against the back of the bed, messing with my new holorecorder.  Revan had bought it for me on one of her off-planet missions and I was thrilled.  I wondered how much mischief I could catch on this thing.  I clicked it on and smiled as I wondered around the room, taking in everything. "Now, I wonder how much stuff I can get into before he comes back…" I thought out loud, my voice catching on the holorecorder. "What are you doing in here