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She does not remember their faces, but she still feels pain nonetheless. It’s hard for her to think back, so many voices it’s hard to truly know who to trust. She doesn’t know where she comes from, where she was born, anything about her family. Sometimes she sees glimpses but the memories so vague that she hardly knows if they are real.

And so she is taught to bury them.  Do as your told - forget about the past. Afterall this is the Jedi way.

She had tried to ask about her past multiple times but all she’s ever told is that she was rescued from a dangerous place, she need not know more. A young Kel Dor padawan named Tol Braga had saved her.

Braga … It would all come back to Braga

At first the young padawan had taken the role of an adoptive father. And in return she had begun to grow attached to him, as many young children do with a father figure. But to the Jedi attachments are an impediment and so the council intervened. By the age of five that close contact had been severed.

She was distanced from the main Jedi order, brought to Tython to train as a Jedi. She was put under watch and key. She never had been allowed to spend time with the other younglings – no, she was special, from a young age it had been decided that she would be trained as a scholar, forever preserving the history of the force , her destiny different from those around her..

When she was young, she did not fully understand it.  In the early years on Tython the only contact she had was with the never ending rotation of teachers at the temple, a council member or two, and Braga.  For the first few years Braga would visit every so often, but even she could see it was not as before. He would ask many questions in forms of games and riddles and observe her from the edge of the room. Despite this, she still desperately missed how things used to be. 

He would tell her constantly how special she was. And while Braga held her in high regard, it was clear others were not so open and accepting of her presence. 

She never was told why, but as years past and she grew older the colour of her skin, the ridges of her brow, it all started to make sense. They called her species Sith, and they were the enemy of the Jedi; She was the Enemy of the Jedi. Trained as a Jedi, yet forever an outsider.  Always isolated - alone.

And in in time she would come to understated ..saved.. What they really had meant was ‘to redeem’. And in order for that she had to have been considered in need of it, a child in need of redemption.  The realisation was far worse.

On one hand Braga was the one who was there for her daily as a child and she had grown to rely on him, but that trust quickly diminished as she began to understand. She was not just a child to him, She had been an experiment, an object of curiosity.  It was from this point  she began to despise the man with whom she had once found comfort.  All the while Braga kept his belief in her, though she could now only see him in a darker light. 

Growing up as an outsider with no true identity, the years of isolation became a dark reminder of what she had become. Years of limited contact with others had meant she failed to properly develop social skills, causing her perception of the outside world and those in it to be distant and detached.  It was hard to sympathise with those around her,  she found no care or closeness to them. It was as though people were expendable, they merged into a blur of faces easily forgotten.

It was around the time most younglings became padawans that she has started to truly question herself.  While the Jedi were taught to hold no attachments, that past family was no longer relevant, she could never shake the bad feelings. She was a Sith,  her parents were Sith. And the Sith were enemies of the Jedi…It left a bad feeling in her core when she thought about it. Braga has returned to Republic space with a child, not prisoners.

 While those around her moved on in the ranks, leaving Tython for the greater galaxy, she remained, destined to fill the role chosen for her so many years ago.

The archives taught her many things about the force, much of the knowledge restricted. The texts spoke of only the force, and she began to understand that the council was manipulative and not teaching the true force, no light or dark, just one force -forever neutral. The implication of light or dark labelled based on the actions of the user. Yet the Jedi twisted this knowledge, taught that the so called dark should be banished. How could the Jedi truly be the good in the galaxy if they were based on such a fundamental lie?

            As soon as she started asking questions, they stopped giving her access to those kind of books telling her to focus on other things - other Holocrons and more recent records. The ancient texts apparently no longer of use to her. She had tried to explain how important the texts were, what they could help the Jedi become. her words were silent upon them, dismissed as the nonsense of a teen. The unspoken question screaming from her mind, ‘had she been of different blood, would they have listened?’.  

In return she had started to act out, to disobey her teachers, It was clear she would never be the biased scholar the council had wanted her to be. She was never going to be a real Jedi; in a few years she would be too old to be a padawan.

If the Jedi didn’t want her, then she didn’t want them either. The anger she held radiated in the force with her outbursts, but people always had an explanation for these actions. Blame it on her species, her predetermined nature , no one ever said that she was doing things deliberately. No; they would comment that It was not her fault; that her kind was born with darkness. 

And Fah was sick of it

Fah.. what kind of name was that , to make matters worse Fah Ling.. falling was that a dark joke? She never knew if this was truly her name, but Braga had called her this for as long as she could remember.

They passed off her actions for a while trying to distract her work with small tasks, organising the archives, transcribing the more basic Holocrons, but soon there was whispers among the council, and in short time they would act accordingly. Her destiny no longer could take place as the council had hoped and as a result, a change was in order. 

A change of plans was not the end of the world she could adapt, but soon she learned all was not well.

She had lost track of the last time she had seen him.  Braga had stopped his visits many months, years? ago. A Jedi master in his own right, now taking a council position. On Tython,- after she had acted out. It had been as if the council decided he needed his “pet project” on closer watch.  It angered her that the council would have to rely on Braga, they were too afraid to reprimand her themselves.

The day after she was told of her upcoming change in education Braga had met with her, welcomed her in an embrace as you would an old friend, and she had found herself almost reciprocating the action. She was no longer a child; she would not fall into the trap. He spoke of many things with her that day, asking how her studies had been going. Though unspoken Fah could feel the disappointment, and while she had told herself she no longer cared what Braga thought of her deep down this was a lie.

By the age of 23 she had become a padawan in her own right, to a Jedi master who was insane. Out of all masters she could have had, master Yuon Par had nothing to teach. She knew this was a deliberate choice, to keep her weak, to allow herself to become a puppet of the council.  She would not let them control her.

Despite her new Master’s background as a historian and scholar, the only thing master Yuon taught was to trust in the force and let it guide. And so that was what Fah had done. Yet her actions often were not what her master and the council had hoped for.

When she first got her saber, she had meditated on the crystal. With all of her pent up anger and the cold dark thoughts of how she had never wanted this life, manifested  onto the crystal and the blade shone red. But this was ignored by the Council, quickly explained away by Braga,

 “A side effect of her upbringing , her disadvantaged heritage to put it so lightly, she should not be looked down upon for this.”

She wondered if Braga had believed those words, or if they were just a way to justify failure.  This was not how Braga could have wanted his “rescued child - his experiment”  to go, yet no one did anything to remedy this behaviour.  As a padawn she had grown to respect her master, if only for the acceptance of her actions. No matter how against the norm she acted, her master never reprimanded her.

The novelty soon began to ware thin,

She was a failure yet not even the council wanted to admit it.

And now here she was all grown and they knew she was powerful, and they did what they could to limit that.

In her years as a padawn, Fah became accustomed to many harsh realities that took place outside the temple walls on Tython.

The slaughter of the native Flesh raider population, and the mistreatment of the Twi’lek refugees at the hands of the Jedi.

She had had no qualms killing the raiders, after all they were not like her, and she had no attachment to them. If anything Fah felt a thrill tearing down raider after raider, she may have told herself she killed them in defence of her new Trandoshan friend, but that would have been a lie.  

It was putting a kind out of its misery, the Jedi had claimed their world and now with the destruction of the temple on coruscant, the Jedi would not give up Tython so easily.

And then there was the Twi’lek.  While the refugees were defenceless, it was clear their claim to settle on Tython was rejected time and time again by the Jedi. Perhaps if she had a more developed heart, she would have found similarities in their plight to her own life, but her heart remained closed to them. 

Even with the clear emotional detachment and evident lack of care for those around, when her master fell ill Fah was the one given the responsibility to find the cure -to remove the so called dark from her Master’s mind, and the minds of others. Fah had learned how to heal this so called madness yet when faced with the chance to do so, she found herself unable and unwilling to act.

She understood the force to be neutral there was no good or bad- only the force, actions of individuals were what led to the dark connotation and curing the mind of the so called darkness would be forever shutting off half the force for them. And so Fah had made the choice that death was best. It was better for these individuals to die having had experienced the real force, then live the Jedi lie.

And when it came to her Master,.. well she had acted as Yuon Par had asked. She had the ability to save her, yet her Master asked to die, and Fah was all too glad to oblige, Afterall she never formed an attachment to her master, just respect. And like with Individuals, respect of one could be replaced.

In the days that followed, she would hunt down and eradicate the man responsible for first spreading the mind linked plague, and  her actions would  lead to the deaths of near 100 Jedi, possibly more and the council should have been furious. But Braga had intervened on her behalf once again, and instead of a punishment she was told that she must have done what she thought was right.

It was her upbringing that had gotten her to this point, never truly told off or punished for her actions, they never left consequences for her, a long talk with Braga at worst. And even those talks did little to reprimand her, instead the so called father figure always found ways to justify her actions, to tell her these forces were not her fault, that she had to fight it.

It should have come to no surprise that her path of destruction was set. In fact some could argue (wrongly at that) that it had been set from the day she was born. ‘born with darkness due to her blood’.

 In truth the unfounded fears of the Jedi led her to this point, led her to become what they sought to prevent, and the galaxy would suffer as a result. Hell hath no Fury like a sith women scorned

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She had looked on from a distance as smoke billowed from the training grounds blocking out what little sunlight that had dared to seep through. The sickening sweet noxious stench of smoke and flesh hung heavy in the air as if the planet wanted no joy to be found.  It had been a marvellous sight, one Fah felt appropriate for the Jedi.  

While the council had not acted and had  verbally accepted her actions, the sombre tone of the days following the attack gave a different message. She was sick of the unspoken thoughts, the glares that would shift to smiles when they knew she was looking. This past week had only highlighted the contradicting nature of the Jedi.

 For the past week, no padawan had ventured outside. What had once been an area of meditation and sparing had been transformed into a never ending stream of funeral pyres as the bodies of the plague victims were brought back to the planet.

For a people who were so keen of breaking attachment, this action seemed to contradict everything the Jedi preached. 

There had been no reason to bring the dead to Tython, they could have been burned where they had fallen, but the Council had chosen to retrieve the dead, a decision Fah did not understand. If there was no death and only the force, then surely there was no point in collecting the bodies.

As cremations were carried out Fah would find herself becoming increasingly frustrated with the council, with the Jedi, with her situation.

But this frustration was not all bad,  the further she contemplated on the past events, the more vocal she became, telling others the contradictory nature of the Jedi.

The majority of younglings and padawans paid her no mind, but the few who had listened would one day begin to understand what she had all those years ago. The truth about the nature of force that the Jedi sought to hide.

After a week of mourning, the Jedi had moved on, and Tython had returned to its previous self.  With the change in tone she had found herself falling back into her old ways, spending more time on her ship-Alone. Her vocal actions of the previous week ceased as training began and those who had taken interest found themselves swept back up in training. 

With the loss of so many Jedi, it was inevitable for others to move up in rank filling the spots of the fallen.

The title of Jedi Master was not one given freely, for most it required intense training lasting many years and working their way through padawan to knight and finally reaching ‘Master’. Though this was path most associated with the title, she knew it was not the only path.

It was not uncommon for scholars to reach the rank of Jedi Master and the vast majority of those who did never made a name for themselves, never became anything of importance. Hidden out of the way in obscure archives on backwater worlds.

Unlike those who earned the title after knighthood, she knew for scholars the rank held little significance, having no relation to their skills in the force or battle, it was just a formality.

In the end it made no difference, those paths to the title were closed to her.  Fah had never been a knight, and she no longer walked the path of a scholar, the council had ensured that.  

Instead she was the ‘Barsen'thor’ a name while impressive in sound, held no real meaning, given to her after the mind plague event.

“… reserved for the most prestigious among us, whose wisdom and skill safeguard the galaxy. It hasn't been bestowed in thousands of years.”

Salt in the wound: a reward for her continuous failure to the order.

There was no logical reason for her to have been given that name. She may have not received punishment for her actions, but she knew the council did not approve of her, of who she was, of what she was. Sith.

Fah had heavily suspected Braga’s involvement in the title being granted though she would never directly ask. And while she never once regretted her actions, nor had remorse for the mass deaths that came as a result, it was hard for her not consider what the Jedi might have done had she healed the plague as the council had wanted.

She had concluded that she had hit the end of the line in terms of promotion, and she had accepted that, afterall the main pathways had been closed. She was destined to walk another path, one of the councils choosing. Never her own.

And so when the council suddenly had announced that she was to be advanced to the rank of Jedi Master, Fah had been sceptical and distrusting. With time the reason for her advancement would become clear, and her initial reactions would only be validated.

The Jedi Council had distanced themselves from the politics of the Republic, and when the Republic came begging for a Jedi Master to help in dealing with the problems of succeeding planets, it was plain for all to see that the council thought it beneath them.

Her promotion was a means to an end nothing more, a way to appease the chancellor of the Republic and remove a problematic Jedi.

She understood the council wanted her out of the way, but the solution that had been found by the Jedi and the Republic was baffling. They wanted her to be a diplomat, it was almost humours. She had no interest in helping backwater worlds, no care in peace nor politics. After all she had done, her lack of care for others, had the Jedi really learnt nothing?

Her assignment to the Rift Alliance was met with mixed feelings from many, though none would voice it. Instead they all called it a wonderful/fateful opportunity, but Fah was not fooled by the words. All one needed was to read the room and the forced smiles became evident.

As soon as she had received the promotion and assignment to the Rift Alliance, Braga had pulled her aside to speak and she would follow him out of the council chambers. Some things could not be avoided.

She had not spoken to him since the events following the plague, but the way he greeted her, an observer may assume their last conversation had been a joyous one.  He had been the reason the council had not acted upon her actions. She could have thanked him for his intervention, but in reality, she wanted the punishment, she wanted the reaction from the council, from anyone. Braga seemed to have put it all in the past making no mention of it.

He told her how he could not be prouder to see her reach the rank of ‘Master’, how she had come such a long way since her childhood. While Braga had always tried to keep a warm front when speaking to her, it was rare to hear so much emotion from the man. It almost reminded her of the childhood memories – the father figure she once loved. 

Fah would truly wonder if he meant it, and then berate herself for even caring. But underneath his praise the darker truth of his ulterior ambitions started to seep through.  Soon his conversation began to shift from what the new title meant for her future to the Rift Alliance.

He explained how a role in this diplomatic alliance could be her chance to show the galaxy that peace with the Sith was within reach, to show them that the her kind was not the enemy they believed. Her kind was not the enemy. There it was. This was all a game to him. She would forever be his experiment.

She knew it was inevitable, but she still found herself disappointed. Had he even been happy for her? Was the excitement about her sham title equally a sham? - Or was he only happy because he saw his plans coming to fruition?

All this acted as a reminder; that since childhood; her life had not been her own. Each time she had thought she gained control, thought she had had found herself, found something she could truly believe in it was snatched away from her by the Jedi.

She had thought more than once about leaving the Jedi, but she never could bring herself to go through. Afterall, where would she go?  She was Sith, the Republic only allowed her because the jedi vouched for her. She would not be given the same freedom otherwise.

And she could not just run to Imperial space, sure it was where her people were. ‘Her people’ after being raised as she was, would they ever see her as one of them? Indulging the thought was mere fantasy, nothing more.  she would never fit among them. Her speech would give her away as an outsider. 

Had she grown up on Coruscant instead of Tython during the fall* perhaps she would have been taken, rescued by her people from the Jedi when the temple fell. This train of thought was one gone down many times since she learned of the destruction, and each time her certainty of what could have been would slip.

She doubted a rescue would have happened, Afterall she had already been in her teens. Would her own people have seen her as a traitor? She had no choice but to remain.

Fah hated her situation, her personal weakness, her inability to break free from the chains of the order, and in turn from Braga.

Perhaps one day she could make the order understand, make others understand the truth she had uncovered about the force. 

While she did not want to be a diplomat, she would start to see a flip-side to all of this. The Jedi had failed to realise the major flaw in their plan. People trusted the Jedi, society prepared them to do so. By putting her in a diplomatic role, her actions would not be questioned, she would automatically be granted trust, deserved or not.

All they were doing was giving her ideas a wider reach. The galaxy was far to caring to the Jedi, letting their guard down around them.  But Fah would not operate as other Jedi had before, she would not coddle those around her, instead they would face the harsh reality; that the Republic did not truly care about them. There would be no Jedi kindness, after all the Jedi were not kind. They twisted reality to bend to their will refusing to aid those that did not fit in their plans.

While she was still bound to the chains of the order, she would not let the Republic chain planets from leaving. If she truly cared for the planets she would represent or not was irrelevant, if they wanted to break free from the control of the Republic, then so be it. The Republic would come to regret asking the Jedi for help, she’d make sure of it.

*sacking of coruscant - the event where the Sith Empire destroyed the Jedi Temple 

I had originally indented this to cover more of chapter 2 but things took a life of its own and this felt like a nice stopping point before the next chapter gets into the events of chapter 2 in full. 

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It was one thing to say the Republic would regret asking for Jedi help, but she was finding that the Republic cared very little for the planets she had been tasked to help. They were more than happy to turn a blind eye to irregular actions. There was far less oversight then the Jedi order had

From the moment she had met the planet representatives she knew mistakes had been made.  She had no care for others, nor the problems of backwater worlds, their struggles were not hers, and she could not relate. Instead she felt loathing towards them. She hated how they filled her ship, once a place of her sanctuary, now filled with never-ending squabbles. She made no attempt to hide her distaste for them. Several individuals among the Alliance members had been very vocal in their unhappiness  with the Jedi Diplomat they had been assigned, how it was an insult to parade a member of her kind in the role. (A reminder that even outside the reins of the Order, she would always be an outsider.)

 Despite all this she still played along, pretending to play the role of a diplomat. The faster she dealt with the Rift Alliance’s problems, the sooner she could be rid of them.  If shortcuts could be taken, so be it, Fah had never been a by the book kind of person to begin with.

One could rightly argue it was because of one of these shortcuts that she was currently en-route to Tython. It had not been by choice, she had been called by the Council to discuss ‘matters of great importance’. Even without more information Fah already had a strong suspicion of why she had been so hastily summoned.

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Her eyes had scanned the Council room, but Braga's seat was empty. She felt the glare of the council on her.

It did not take long for her suspicions to be confirmed.  She was here because the Council had been dissatisfied with her actions on Balmorra, her collusion with a known terrorist and more importantly her so-called diplomatic interference in planet leadership.

Fah had done what had been asked of her, and Balmorra now had a more stable leadership. As far as she had been concerned the ends had justified the means.  

She had done the Planet a favour.  But, like everything in her life; as usual; her actions had not led to the desired praise. In times such as these, Braga had always been there to soften the blow, to explain away her actions as if she was a child who knew no better.

This occasion however there had been no polite words to mask disappointment. Instead the council was furious, they held nothing back.

Disgust, distaste, all laid out plainly for her. There was audible anger in the words of the Council.

For the first time the council had acted accordingly to her actions.

They told her what she had helped Zenith do was both inconceivable, unacceptable and entirely unethical.  Her actions were not that of a Jedi.

So what if she had broken galactic ethics ? Since when had the Jedi ever truly been ethical ? Child experimentation was unethical , yet they had allowed her childhood to happen.

She had done what was needed, ethics be damned, would they rather she left a madman in office on Balmorra?

More seriously there were some among the Council who outright  accused her of participating to conspire to overthrow Balmorra’s Government.

The shared look of anger and disgust would turn away from her as the Grandmaster stood and spoke

“Your role as Jedi master and Barsen'thor’  granted you the acceptance and trust of the Balmorran people, a trust you would have never been granted otherwise.  You have abused that trust in the most heinous of ways”

The Grandmaster retook her seat, nodding to  Master Kaeden to continue. He would explain in a stern tone that her actions not only betrayed the people whom she was sent to help, but also If the information that a Jedi Master was the one who helped arrange the illegal implantation of technology to puppet Balmorra’s leader into transferring powers of office  ever leaked to the public,  it would reflect badly on the Jedi Order.

This was all it had ever been about, appearance. She would forever be reminded how the colour of her skin and the ridges on her brow made her different.

It was imperative that this all was kept under wraps or there would be consequences to pay.

 The other Council members would chatter in a hushed tone briefly before Master Kaedan would place his hands on the table and interrupt  

“ Time and time again, she has acted rashly and in a barbaric manner, We have given her more freedom than any other. Perhaps the Order should strongly reconsider allowing one such as herself among our ranks.” Such as herself, Sith

The Grandmaster raised her hand to silence him

‘In that respect Master Kaedan is correct. This Council has allowed you far too much lenience, but no longer.  Such behaviour will no longer be tolerated.”

Fah would avert her gaze, finding herself focusing on the empty seat.

As she shook her gaze away from the empty chair she caught what appeared to be tense glances between the Council members to the Grandmaster though the Grandmaster would shake her head slightly as if to table any further discussion.

  One by one the Council members would rise signalling the end of the meeting. 

Fah would do her best to avoid eye contact, 

“The actions you have taken on Balmorra would be more than enough to land you in Republic prison.“

The words hit like a stab wound and she swung her head to lock eyes  directly with the Grandmaster. 

She was met with an unsettling piercing gaze and face full of stern uncompromising focus. As if the Grandmaster was the hunter and she was the prey.  A chill ran down her spine. 

”If these details ever were to become public and the Senate were to learn of the full extent of what transpired, not even your position as Bar’sen’thor would protect you. It would be in your best interest to keep that in mind moving forward. You are dismissed.”

There was no masking the thinly veiled threat- keep in check and toe the line, or else.

She found herself rushing out from the council chambers not wanting to linger around any of the council longer than necessary.

This was what she had wanted.. Was it not?

To have her actions seen as what they truly were,  even if she would be punished for them.

Yet she didn’t know what to do in the given situation.

Where most had learnt actions had consequences at an early age, she never had the chance. From the day she stepped onto Tython as a child people walked around her on eggshells. She had never been confronted like that by the Council.

Would they remove her from the Order? If she was no longer a Jedi where would she go. She had no place she would ever belong. She would tell herself it had been empty words, the Council would never throw her aside so easily, Braga would never allow it.

Then again Braga had never let her be punished. He always stepped in. Always

Where was he?

She had not spoken to him since she had returned from her first mission from the Rift Alliance and that had only been a short conversation in passing.  

Had she finally done something to upset the man? Had Braga finally decided to discard her?

She hated herself for caring.

She felt multiple eyes fall on her as she moved through the temple building, she had been used to the stares, but it still would stir up the feeling she often had as a child, that she was observed like an experiment, locked away as if a caged bird, never treated as an equal.

Muffled voices would silence as Fah would pass In the halls.  But she found herself conflicted, there was something being kept from her, an open secret for all but her.  

But she would get no answers today, just as her questions had been ignored so many times before.

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Time would pass since her encounter with the Council but the words of the Grandmaster would still haunt her. Without Braga to protect her, who was to say that the threat would not be acted upon. Fah had not heard from him in what had felt like an overly long time and it would give her a degree of concern, though she would tell herself she didn't care. 

In the end people tended to abandon her, this was nothing new.The developing bond she shared with the jedi she had once grown to consider family, severed by the Order when she was young.  It was easier for her to act as if those around her were not worth getting to know, it had made things easier for her to accept. . 

Easier to remove obstacles and there had been too much darkness otherwise, it was easier to not care. Less chance of becoming hurt that way.   She would try and not let the words of the Grandmaster get to her, try not to let them change her actions, but try as she may she found herself being overly cautious though she knew it would do little to appease the Order. Yes they had been disappointed in her actions on Balmorra, but it was far more than her actions that had led the Council to act as they had. 

The Jedi had always seen her as someone to be feared, to be controlled and monitored at all costs.  From her early years, she was sent far away from the main temple on Coruscant,  isolated on Tython, with only an ever rotating number of teachers at the temple to mind her. There had never been those of her age around, the Council would not risk exposing other younglings, not when Fah had been deemed dangerous due to her kind. 

From childhood she had trained as a scholar because that had been the path chosen for her. A path she even had begun to accept and thrive in.  The archives had offered her far more than any one of her teachers had, yet the more questions she asked, the fewer shelves she found were open to her. And soon after she would lose access all together. 

It was ever a reminder that her life had never truly been her own, each time she began to find her way the order had taken things from her. And she had lashed out accordingly. 

She would forever be a blight on the Order. Forever known to many on Tython as the padawan who had murdered her master.

No one ever mentioned the fact Master Par had begged for death, had welcomed it with arms open, no the fact that she had only done what Master Par had asked, made no difference in the judgement of others, she would forever be linked to the death. Forever seen as in the wrong. 

If not the threat of jail, there would always be something else. They would always find something to use against her; to control her. It had only angered and embittered her.

 The Jedi had made her this way and they would do anything to keep her actions buried, if the Order had their way in years to come her existence would become nothing more than a rumour, no one would believe her kind could become a Jedi. 

She would become forgotten. 

 It had been foolish of her to have thought she could use her sham diplomatic role to finally break free. There had been eyes and ears on her.

She would gather up her thoughts as the ship docked at Hoth’s orbital station. While she could try and lay low in her actions on this planet, she knew if faced with similar situations as she had on Balmorra,  it would be best to leave no witnesses. No one to report back to the Council.