Something was wrong; Malgus thought as he stepped outside of the half-demolished building and looked around at the devastated city. He didn't know what this feeling was or where it came from, nevertheless, he felt it through the Force. Furrowing his eyebrows, he then looked toward the deep blue sky, and then swiftly, he turned around and ran back into the building.

"Venemal!" He shouted. "I have to get back to the Lindworm."

"What's wrong?" Venemal yelled back.

"You are in charge now." Malgus said looking at his friend. "I'll be back soon."

Saying that he spun around and sprinted toward his shuttle. He didn't understand what was going on, but this dreadful feeling as he got closer to the Lindworm grew stronger.

After arriving at the hangar, he rushed toward the elevator and the first place he headed was his bedchamber.

As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, he noticed the guards were gone.

A wave of sudden anger and confusion engulfed his body. Rushing to the door, and after typing the code in, he opened it and stepped inside.

The view that greeted him left him speechless for a moment.

Looks like the battle was not only fought on Ord Radama but here as well, he thought with astonishment as his eyes scanned the destroyed room. Every single piece of furniture was wrecked. The pieces of his desk, bed, and nightstands were scattered all over the chamber's floor.

There were long, burned gashes on the walls, most likely caused by Adraas's lightsaber, he thought with rage as he looked toward the closet door and saw him lying in front of it.

Kneeling beside him was Satele cradling her head and crying uncontrollably.

Immediately he noticed her clothes were ripped and burned in some places, and also one side of her bangs was cut in half.

Then she looked up, and as her swollen, reddened eyes met his, a loud anguish cry left her mouth.

Rushing to her, he picked her up and held her close.

While she cried into his chest plate, his eyes landed on Adraas, and with a growl, he asked.

"Is he dead?"

Between sobs, she muttered.

"I…don't thinks so."

"Good." Malgus replied. He was glad that Adraas was still alive. He wanted to kill the son of a bitch himself.

Holding onto her arms, he looked at her, and with worry, he asked.

"Did he hurt you?"

Sniffling, she raised her head, and then she replied.

"He tried but I was prepared."

"What do you mean?" He asked searching her eyes.

"I felt him standing outside the door." She started to explain. "I felt the darkness coming from his mind. I knew why he was here."

Letting out a shaky breath, she continued.

"I fought him and then something happened."

With a concerned expression, he asked.

"What happened Satele?"

"I'm not sure, but while we fought, suddenly my mind switched off, and then everything turned red."

"Red?" He asked.

"Yes. It felt like I was another person." She replied gazing into his eyes. "I wanted to hurt him badly and do unspeakable things to him."

As he gently swiped the burned bangs away from her face, with a thin smile he asked.

"What stopped you?"

"I don't know." She replied. "I just knew it was wrong and I had to force myself to stop before it was too late."

"Well." He said. "I'm glad you left him alive."

"What are you going to do with him?" She anxiously asked.

"You'll see." He replied with a grin.

After picking Adraas off the floor, using the Force, Malgus collected some of the destroyed material around the room and tightly bounded him to the bed's headrest, making him immobile. Then he sent a powerful electrical jolt into his body to wake him up.

An extremely painful sensation awakened Adraas from his unconscious state.

With confused and frightened eyes, he looked around and noticed Malgus and Satele standing in front of him intently watching him.

"Well, well." Malgus chimed in a cold voice. "Look who has awakened?"

Quickly composing himself, Adraas looked at his restrains, and then a burst of loud laughter left his mouth.

"You caught me." He said laughing, as his eyes penetrated into Malgus's.

"I thought you were going to report the victory. Why did you come here?" Malgus inquired. Although he was certain about what Adraas's motives were, he wanted to hear it from his lips.

"To have a taste of that little Jedi flesh." He replied with a wicked grin.

Stepping closer, Malgus looked into his eyes and asked.

"And how did she taste?"

"Delicious." Adraas replied with a smug grin.

"Bastard." Satele spat at him with anger.

"Now." Malgus started. "I'm going to give you a taste of my powers." With malice in his voice, he added. "Let's see if you find that delicious."

While Malgus tortured Adraas, Satele silently watched. She had no desire whatsoever to interfere with the torture. This man came here for one reason and one reason only, and now he was receiving a punishment that befitted his kind. While his body convulsed with agony, surprisingly Adraas kept quiet. Through gritted teeth, occasionally he let out a deep, agonizing growl, while his eyes were locked onto Satele. His penetrating look gave her the shivers. She wanted to look away, but she was unable to do so. To her amazement, he took the torture amazingly well, she thought, feeling puzzled.

Somehow, she sensed that this type of approach was not as effective as she had hoped for.

"Stop." She spoke up.

Turning around, Malgus looked at Satele, and with a puzzled expression, he asked.

"Why do you want me to stop?"

"This." She said gesturing with her hands toward Adraas. "It's not effective enough."

Frowning, Malgus looked at her and was wondering what she was up to. Folding his arms in front of his chest, he waited on her.

"I." She started. "I want to try something."

Pulling up one of his eyebrows, with a grin, he beckoned her to come closer, and then he said.

"Enlighten me."

Standing in front of Adraas, Satele noticed the same smug grin on his face that he had when he first walked into the bedchamber. The memory of him viciously attacking her left a sour taste in her mouth. He came very close to taking her innocence and she wasn't going to forgive him for that.

"You don't scare me little Jedi." Adraas mockingly said. However, his voice betrayed him. Indeed she scared him more than he wanted to admit it. Whatever she had done to him was something he had never encountered before.

Staring into his brown eyes, she took a deep breath and then closing her eyes, she relaxed her body and as she raised her arms up, suddenly the whole room started to shake slightly and then more forcefully.

With a look of astonishment on his face, Malgus watched as every piece of debris scattered around the room, lifted up and floated in the air. The way she controlled the floating pieces looked strangely disturbing, but also elegant, he thought with interest. Then he noticed Adraas's eyes grew wide like saucers as he involuntarily opened his mouth wide.

Some of the swirling metal debris slowly morphed into a snake-like shape and floated toward Adraas's open mouth.

With petrified eyes, Adraas watched as the object slowly approached his mouth. He was certain, she was going to kill him. Now he wished he had never set foot in this room.

As the object touched his lower lip, a cold shudder traveled through his trembling body.

Malgus felt fascinated and extremely proud of her. She was more than what she let on, and what she was about to do would defy everything that the Jedi teaches. This made him truly satisfied.

Then suddenly, the whole ship shook beneath their feet and Satele lost the connection and the snake-like object dropped to the ground.

"What's happening?" She asked looking at Malgus's worried face.

Rushing to the window and looking out, with anger, Malgus slammed his fists onto the glass, as he realized they were being ambushed by the Republic fleet.

"We're under attack!" Malgus yelled as he turned away from the window and rushed back toward the stunned Satele.

Leaving Adraas behind, he and Satele left the room and headed toward the bridge.

The first thing Malgus did was to rally up his crew to fight back. However, the ensuing battle had caused a lot of damage to his fleet. Malgus had no choice but to helplessly watch the escape pods leaving the Harrower-class dreadnaught, which was under attack and heavily damaged.

Then another shock wave trembled the ship beneath them causing everyone to lose their balance. Looking around, Satele was able to sense everyone's fear in the room. This horrible feeling left her in great anguish.

The enemy's surprise attack left his whole fleet unprepared and within minutes into the battle, Malgus bitterly realized they would not be able to hold up against the Republic armada. He will have no choice but to flee. He hoped that Venemal was smart enough to get out before it was too late.

Then as he looked outside, he witnessed something that he would never forget.

The abandoned and heavily damaged Harrower-class dreadnaught began to fall into Ord Radama's gravity well. Within minutes, the huge spaceship was heading toward the capital with high speed.

With a terrified look in his eyes, Malgus watched as the enormous metal body reached Livien Magnus and with a massive explosion, obliterated the whole city with everyone in it.

NO! NO! NOOOOOOO! Malgus roared in his head.

Feeling numb, Satele stared out of the window to witness the great destruction that caused the death of hundreds of thousands of people. The devastation she was feeling was overwhelming. In a blink of an eye, countless innocent lives were snuffed out.

She wanted to cry from the frustration. It doesn't matter which side fought the war, it always ended in the death of innocent people, giving Satele an extreme heartache.

Turning her attention to Malgus, she sensed something was about to happen. The dreadful overpowering rage of darkness coming from him terrified her.

Losing the battle and his friend was overwhelming. With clenched fists, Malgus breathed hard and fast. The pure rage was freely coursing through his body, enshrouding him with darkness.

Suddenly, he let loose a powerful Force scream that swept through the bridge, immediately injuring every crewman on board, causing them to howl in pain clutching at their heads.

Using the Force, Satele quickly shielded herself from the devastating power wave that had also destroyed some of the enemy's Aurek-class strike-fighters around the vessel, blowing them up into pieces below the window.

Deftly, he turned away from the window and as he was about to give an order to retreat, the elevator's door burst open spewing Republic forces onto the bridge. Immediately, they attacked the injured crewmembers.

Instantly, Malgus's eyes found Satele's. There was worry written on his face. With pleading eyes, he said.

"Satele."

Shaking her head, slowly she backed away from him, while he stared at her in disappointment. I will not fight against my own, not even for you, she thought disheartened, as she backed further away from him.

Igniting his weapon, Malgus took one last measuring look at her and then he charged at the newcomers.

With astonishment, Satele watched him rushing toward the Republic troopers. She wanted to scream and tell him to stop but she knew it was pointless. The mixture of rage and frustration she had felt coming from him was palpable. She knew he would not stop until his thirst for blood was quenched.

To avoid being hit by blaster fire, Satele swiftly hid behind one of the consoles. She had no choice but to wait. When she looked up, she noticed one of the Republic soldiers standing above her.

Through his helmet, his muffled voice was heard.

"There is someone here alive."

"Who is it?" Someone in the room asked.

"A woman." The trooper replied as he motioned with his rifle for Satele to stand up.

Slowly standing up, Satele put her hands up and as she turned and looked around, she noticed Malgus lying face down on the ground. For a split second, she thought he was dead, and a sudden worry rushed through her. But then, a few of the troopers placed his unconscious body into shackles and started to drag him toward the elevator.

"Satele?" One of the trooper's astonished voice came through his helmet.

Puzzled, Satele looked at the soldier. As he removed his helmet, she let out a small cry.

Rushing to her, Jace picked her up into his arms and held her tight.

"I thought you were dead." He said with amazement pressing his face into her hair.

Holding him tight, she let out a happy cry, and then she said.

"I'm okay."

Letting her go, he looked into her teary eyes, and then he said.

"I am so sorry Satele. I didn't want to leave you there."

"Shhh." She quickly shushed him. "Whatever happened it was not your fault Jace." With a smile, she added. "As you see I'm alive and well."

Swiftly, he embraced her again, and then he whispered into her ear.

"Oh, Satele. You have no idea how much I missed you."

Before they left the ship, Satele asked Jace to escort her to Malgus's bedchamber. She wanted to see if Adraas was still there, also she wanted to retrieve her lightsaber.

As soon as they stepped over the threshold, she noticed he was gone.

Feeling irritated and angry, she let out a shaky breath, and then she ran toward the closet to collect her lightsaber.

While she was in the closet, Jace quickly sized up the damaged room. Then his eyes landed on the bed's headboard and then on a long metal object in front of it. He wondered what happened here. Then he heard her voice coming from the closet.

"Please help me to get this open."

She knew Malgus kept the lightsabers in his safe, however, she didn't want to use her powers in front of Jace to break open the safe. This power was still new to her and when she utilized it, it left her a little unbalanced, troubling her thoughts. She knew with time she would learn to control it. She was afraid if he sees her while using it, it might scare him and she didn't want to take the chance to alienate him.

With the help of Jace, they opened up the safe. As she looked inside, to her astonishment she saw not just hers but Master Kao Cen Darach's lightsaber as well.

He had his saber all this time? She thought astounded. Picking up the weapons, she placed hers on the clip of her belt and then she handed Vindican's to Jace and said.

"This belonged to one of the Sith who killed my Master."

Taking the weapon from her, he looked at her, and with a frown, he asked.

"How did you know these were kept in here?"

Instantly, Satele's stomach muscles clenched. She was familiar with the look on his face. It was a look of uncertainty mixed with jealousy.

Clearing her throat, she took a deep breath and said.

"I was kept in here."

"He kept you in his bedchamber?" He asked puzzled.

"Yes." She replied gazing into his accusing eyes.

"Did he?" He started to say when Satele cut him off.

"No Jace. He didn't." She calmly replied. However, that memory of what happened in front of this closet brought an unexpected pleasant shiver down her spine. Quickly dismissing this thought, she walked past him. Her eyes then landed on the headboard and she turned to Jace and asked.

"How many did you capture on this ship?"

"I'm not sure." He replied. Then he asked. "Why?"

"Just curious. That's all." She replied with a thin smile. She hoped that she would get a chance to see who had been captured, hoping to see Adraas amongst them.

However, when she boarded the Republic ship, she didn't see him amongst the few who were lucky enough to get apprehended. Feeling frustrated and angry, she stared out the window thinking about that bastard somewhere out there fleeing for his miserable life.

"Let me escort you to your chamber." Jace said as he gently tugged on Satele's elbow.

While they walked toward her room, he said.

"I have to report to the Jedi council. They will be extremely happy to hear from you. We all thought you were dead."

"As you see I'm alive and well." She replied with a smile.

"Yes Satele, I can see that." He said with a mischievous grin. Stopping in front of her room, he opened the door and gestured her to step inside.

After walking into the small chamber, Satele turned around and was about to thank him, when he unexpectedly embraced her and pressed his lips to hers.

Swiftly breaking the kiss, she gently pushed him away and with a nervous smile, she said.

"I'm sorry Jace…but please….no."

Feeling a little embarrassed, Jace nervously scratched the back of his neck and then with a boyish smile, he said.

"I'm sorry. I just couldn't help myself. Please forgive me."

"That's alright Jace." She replied gazing into his eyes. "I'm not mad at you. I just don't think this is the right place or time for us. I hope you understand."

"Yes, of course, Satele." He replied with a forced smile. Then he added. "I will let you get comfortable and have a rest. I will send for some dinner in a bit."

After Jace left, she locked the door and walked to the bed. Feeling physically and mentally exhausted, she slumped down on the bed and closed her eyes. Letting out a deep sigh, she buried her face into her hands and tried to relax her mind.

She was happy to be free and to be here. However, the battle and the countless lives lost still haunted her troubled mind. How many had died in that city? She thought, gloomily. And how many had died on the ship?

Then her thoughts took her to the man who now was imprisoned in this ship somewhere. To the man, who bravely fought for her defying the Dark Council, and regardless of who she was, he gave her nothing but respect and affection. Pulling the covers up, she buried herself within the soft sheets trying to collect her thoughts about Malgus.

A few days later, they arrived at Coruscant.

Leaving the ship behind, Satele swiftly headed toward the Jedi council's palace.

As soon as she entered, she was greeted by a few padawans giving her a warm welcome. This unexpected gesture made Satele glad to be back. Then her eyes landed on her previous Master and a wide smile appeared on her face as she approached Dar'Nala.

"Satele." She cried out in happiness. "I'm so happy to see you again.

"Master." Satele exclaimed as she tightly hugged the Togruta Jedi Master.

"We thought you were dead my child." Dar'Nala said with a worried tone.

"As you see I'm okay." Satele replied as she let her go.

"Come." Dar'Nala insisted. "Let's go and see the rest of the council. They are waiting for you."

As they hurried through the large marble-floored building, Satele's heart was filled with joy. She thought she would never see this wonderful place again.

Stepping through the wide double doors, Satele's eyes landed on the Jedi council, and then she cracked a smile. The pure, warm sensation that greeted her upon entering was the complete opposite of what she had experienced on Dromund Kaas. She felt safe and at home, which brought a wide smile to her face.

"Satele Shan." One of the council members spoke up. Then he approached her and as she respectfully bowed her head, he said.

"We are extremely glad to see you back in one piece."

"I'm happy to be here." Satele replied with a smile.

Then his face became slightly concerned and as he gazed into her eyes, he asked.

"Tell me Satele, how did you manage to stay alive within the clutch of the Sith Empire?"

Satele was prepared for a question like this. She was certain the council would interrogate her about her stay with Malgus. Although her answer was not entirely sincere, Satele calmly replied.

"They tried to break me and force me into submission. However, I refused to give them the satisfaction."

"Well done my child." The council member said with a smile. "I believe you are befitted to become a Jedi."

Motioning for her to follow, he and Satele approached the rest of the council members.

Placing the late Battlemaster's weapon on the table, and after minutes of uncomfortable questioning which felt like an eternity, the council dismissed her while they decided on her fate. A half an hour later she was asked to return.

Standing in front of them Satele's spirit was instantly lifted as they declared her a Jedi knight.

Proudly accepting the honor, she bowed her head and as she was about to leave, Dar'Nala caught up with her. As she accompanied Satele through the corridor, she said.

"I'm very proud of you."

"Thank you Master. I'm truly honored." Satele replied.

"However." She said as she looked at Satele. "I can sense a certain change within you."

"Change?" Satele asked with apprehension.

"Call me old and a fool, but my senses are pretty accurate." Dar'Nala replied, eyeing Satele. Then she added. "There is something within you…something new I sense."

Quickly composing herself, Satele gazed into her Master's eyes, she said.

"There is nothing to worry about. I can assure you. I'm still the same old me." Satele replied, forcing a smile.

With a warm smile, Dar'Nala said.

"Of course my child. I'm just an old fool who tends to worry too much."

After saying farewell to the Togruta Jedi Master, Satele headed to the refresher.

While in the refresher, Satele cradled her head into her trembling hands. Letting out a frustrated sigh, she hoped the council would never find out about her special and uniquely dangerous abilities. After visiting Korriban and spending time with Malgus, she was not the same person as she was before. She felt different and secretly she embraced this new person who she had become. However, if anyone should find out about this, she would immediately be stripped of her status and be cast out. This was the last thing she wanted to happen.

Then she heard someone entering the refresher and quickly finishing her business, she stepped out of the stall and left the building behind.

The next two days went by fast, however, there was not a single moment when she didn't think about Malgus. As much as she tried to get him out of her head, he stayed within her mind. She had no idea what happened to him and this troubling thought gave her sleepless nights.

For some reason, the council kept Malgus's presence quiet. They didn't want the people to know they acquired a powerful Sith Lord and this somehow didn't sit well with her. She thought that by now there would be a trial and then he would be sent to prison most likely for the rest of his life. However, this didn't happen and it troubled her to the point that she was tempted to ask the council about the prisoner's fate.

On the fifth day, Satele was called back to the Jedi council.

Master Ven Zallow had returned from the battle and had specifically asked for her. She had heard of him before but never met him in person. With slight apprehension, she approached his private office. As she entered, he stood up from his desk and walked up to greet her.

With a warm smile, he shook her hand and said.

"Satele. It's nice to meet you finally."

"The honor is mine Master." Satele replied as she respectfully bowed her head. Then she looked at him again and a sudden familiar feeling enveloped her.

Although he was human and not a Zabrak, for some reason his appearance and charisma reminded her of her Battlemaster Kao Cen Darach. With a meek smile, she let go of his hand and waited to hear why she was called in here.

Not wasting time, he got to the point.

"The Sith we captured, he is a very powerful one. For days now, we have been trying to get information from him. However, he is extremely resilient and would not give us anything that we could use to win this war." Gazing into her eyes he added. "I was wondering if you might be able to help."

"Help?" Satele asked anxiously.

"Indeed." He replied. "I know that you were kept as his prisoner for a while. May I ask why did he leave you alive?"

"He wanted me to become his apprentice." Satele swiftly replied, feeling her stomach muscles clenching a little.

Slightly furrowing his dark brown eyebrows, Ven Zallow replied. "I see." Then he asked again. "Did he teach you anything?"

"There wasn't much time." Satele replied. She didn't want to tell him about her fight with Nox. It would have ended in more unwanted questions. "He had a war to fight and mostly I was kept up on his ship guarded day and night."

Taking a deep breath, he smiled at her again and asked.

"What about his battle plans? Did you ever have the chance to hear them?"

"No Master." Satele replied. "I was not consulted into such plans."

"Yes of course." He replied with a serious face. Then as he started to walk toward the door, he beckoned her to follow and said. "I know that you might not be ready for what I am about to show you, but we need your help."

"How can I help?" She inquired.

"Not sure how, but let's try and see." He said as he closed the door and started to walk down the long brightly lit corridor.

Their steps took them to another wing of the enormous building. Satele had never been in this section and she wondered where he was taking her.

After entering through a guarded door they headed downstairs. Their boots made a loud squeaky sound echoing throughout the marble staircase, as they took the narrow steps one by one.

Looking around, Satele noticed beautiful pictures carved into the walls of this ancient place, that she had never seen before.

"Where are we going?" She asked.

"We're almost there." He replied leading the way.

Leaving the staircase behind, they entered into a wide dimly lit corridor. The walls here were constructed out of raw stones, giving Satele a feeling of walking through a cave.

At the end of the corridor were two metal doors also decorated with pictures of many intricate symbols.

There were two guards standing on either side of one of the doors.

As they walked up to them, they respectfully bowed their heads and greeted Satele and Ven Zallow.

After entering the code into the keypad, he opened the door and motioned for Satele to enter.

Inside was a small corridor with another door at the opposite end.

Walking up to the door, he typed in another set of codes, and then the door slid open exposing a round chamber.

Upon entering, the door swiftly closed behind them leaving them alone with the prisoner.

With terror in her eyes, Satele looked toward the other side of the room, where Malgus was confined in a strange-looking contraption. His half-naked body was held up by the device and he seemed to be unconscious at the moment.

As she walked closer, she noticed long gashes of burn marks in a criss-cross pattern on his pale skin. There were large beads of sweat running down his temples, and his wide chest slowly rose with each shallow breath he took. However, behind his closed eyelids, it seemed like he was in a trance as his eyes rapidly twitched from left to right.

Turning around, she looked at Ven Zallow and asked.

"What is this?"

"This Satele." He said. "Is how we get information."

"By torturing?" She asked amazed.

"Indeed." He replied with a stern face.

"What are you doing to him?" She asked, feeling a wave of sudden anger starting to envelop her body.

"He is somebody who needs to be kept in here." He replied.

"But this is not the Jedi way." She said feeling irritated.

"You have much to learn…. Satele." He replied gazing into her accusing eyes.

"To learn the way of torture?" She asked, as her sarcastic voice echoed against the chamber walls. She couldn't believe what was going on down here in this room. She had never thought that the Jedi used force and torture on someone to get information. This new revelation repulsed her and made her disgusted. Quickly, Satele had to compose herself when she realized her disrespectful manner.

"Forgive me, Master Zallow." She replied lowering her eyes to the floor.

"That's alright young one." He replied. "As I said, you have much to learn."

"What am I supposed to do here?" She asked with disbelief. "How am I able to help?"

She didn't understand why she was here. The feeling of despair and suffering enshrouded this torture chamber and left Satele with a bitter taste in her mouth. Although Malgus was a Sith and fought against her people, and yes he needed to be punished, still to see him like this was heartbreaking.

"Well." He said stepping closer. "I believe he had grown to admire you while you were with him."

"What are you talking about?" She replied puzzled.

"From what I heard, during one of his sessions, he mentioned you several times."

"Mentioned me?" Satele inquired. "What did he say?"

"He has compassion toward you." He replied searching her eyes.

Trying to avoid his intense icy blue gaze, she looked toward Malgus and taking a deep breath, in a low voice, she said.

"I suppose I suspected."

"What about you Satele?" He asked. "Did you feel the same way?"

Turning his way, she looked into his eyes and firmly said.

"No. I hate him for what he is and for what he had done."

"Then I think you will have no problem helping us with his interrogation." He said.

"Not at all." She replied, however on the inside she was screaming with anger.

"Should I give you a demonstration now, or do you wish to come back tomorrow?" He inquired as he gestured toward the prisoner.

Satele wanted no part of this demonstration. She felt like throwing up and wanted nothing but to get out of this room.

"I'll come back tomorrow." She replied trying to suppress her anger.

"Very well." He replied, and then walking up to the door he opened it and they stepped outside, leaving Malgus alone.

After she left the building, Satele took her vehicle and sped toward home. While maneuvering through the busy traffic, her mind was in great turmoil. The disappointment she felt at the moment was overpowering. From the actions of the corrupt Republic Senator to the unorthodox approach by the Jedi council left her repulsed.

She wanted to cry from the frustration when she thought about her last encounter with Malgus on the ship. The way his pleading eyes looked at her before he ignited his weapon to charged at the soldiers was etched into her mind. Thinking about his tortured body, Satele clutched the steering wheel until her knuckles turned milky white.

How can they do this? I don't understand? She kept asking herself over and over again.

After arriving at her building, she parked the vehicle in the garage and taking the elevator, she headed up to her apartment.

Upon entering her home, she sensed she was not alone. Quickly igniting one side of her weapon, she cautiously walked into her living room and looked toward the balcony, where a hooded figure was standing in front of the large window.

The person's back was to her and Satele had no idea who it was.

Then she heard her voice.

"I thought you were never coming home." The woman said. Then she turned around and as she looked at Satele's glowing weapon she said.

"There is no need for that. I'm not here to hurt you."

Unable to see her face, Satele pointed the lightsaber toward her, and then she asked.

"Who are you? And what are you doing in my home?"

Reaching up, the woman pulled her hood back, showing off bright blonde medium length straight hair. Her young pale face looked composed, while her crimson eyes stared into Satele's. Then in a smooth voice, she said.

"My name is Lana Beniko. I am on a very important mission, ordered by Darth Marr himself."

Instantly, the tall Sith's image with the peculiar looking armor invaded her mind.

"Why did he send you?" Satele asked holding her weapon in front of her.

"To rescue Malgus and bring him back to Dromund Kaas." Lana replied gazing into Satele's confused eyes.

When Satele didn't reply, she asked.

"Are you going to help me?"

In a split second, millions of troubling thoughts rushed through Satele's mind. She felt like her head was about to explode from the invading thoughts of what could happen if she decides to defy the Jedi order and go with her heart.

Deactivating her weapon, with worry in her eyes, she looked at Lana and said.

"What is your plan?"

To be continued...