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Chapter 1.

Warnings: Normal Star Wars fighting, maybe a swear word, slight mention of death and flashbacks. I think that's it.

Word count: 6k

The halls of Naboo were as beautiful as the stories told. Gold lined the pillars and walls, marble stone arches and walkways filled the spaces. Plants of many kinds and shapes lined the walls on the outside while the inside had many paintings and statues as its decor. The heels of shoes clicked on the marble floor, the rustle of fabrics as they walked filling the space in the Palace. A young woman with platinum white hair and gray/ blue eyes walked down the halls with her escorts. She was about 5'6, but her power spoke volumes. She was the Princess of Alderaan, the adopted daughter of Bail and Breha Organa. At the age of 18 she was on a diplomatic mission to the world of Naboo, by request of her Father, to ask the queen to come back to Alderaan for an important meeting.

The girl's dress was a soft pale purple with gold embroidery all over it that fell into a long cloak down her back with gold patterns. Her hair was pulled up into a smooth high ponytail that fell into long curls and braids, a golden leaf crown wrapping around the back of her head under the ponytail to the top, spreading out on the top of her head like a cap. Golden earrings with amethyst gems dangled delicately from her ears, and small amethyst studs were in the next piercing up. A small delicate chain sat around the base of her collarbone, a beautiful yellow crystal wrapped in golden swirls and leaves hung from the chain. Golden 1 inch heels graced her feet, the soft click of her footfalls filling her ears.

As her and her party walked towards the grand doors of the Queen's Throne Room, the guard nodded his head to her in respect before pushing open the door. Giving him a nod of thanks, she stepped through the threshold and walked down the pale blue rug towards the throne. Queen Tamrina Paldalli was a young queen at 23, tall and slender with bright brown eyes and golden hair. Her face was painted white, the customary red dots the only spots of color on her face. Her hair was twisted and pinned in elaborate ways, framing her face. Her headdress sitting just so upon her hair. A heavy looking gown of red and orange draped across her body, showing her figure in the right places.

"Princess Ari, what a delight!" Queen Tamrina called out as the younger women stopped a few feet away and curtsied low before the queen. Even though she had heard this name for six years now instead of her true name, Moaria, it still felt strange.

"Your Majesty. It is an honor." Moaria spoke with a soft tone, her voice seeming to float on air. She stood up straight, a regal composure all to be seen. Years of royal training and tradition embedded in her bones. "I come with an invitation from the Royal Family of Alderaan. My Father asks for Your Majesty to join him to honor the new moon on the day of High Tide and feast with us as the honored guest." She delivered her message with pose and grace. She saw a flash of understanding in the Queen's eyes, before she gave a bow of her head.

"I would be honored to join you back to the palace of Alderaan, Princess Ari. Thank you."

Ari tipped her head, letting her shoulders relax a bit. The hard part was over now. She delivered her father's coded message to Tamrina, now she just had to travel back with the Queen to her home world. Glancing back up Moaria noticed for the first time a young man standing in the shadows behind the Queen's throne. A hood from his poncho was pulled up over his head, the shadows casting onto his facing making it hard to see his eyes, only his nose and lips visible to the light. His face was clean shaved, and a high collar came up his neck. His black poncho covered his torso down to his knees. His hands rested in front of him, clasped together. Dark brown pants clinged to his legs and calf high black boots. He was calm and quiet, but didn't seem like a threat. She pulled her gaze away from the man and looked back to Tamrina. The Queen of Naboo waved her hand to a Handmaiden who came to stand at the base of the throne.

"Please bring some tea to the balcony, I wish to catch up with my guest in privacy." The court bowed to the Queen, and her handmaidens left as well as the guards. All but the young man. He remained tucked in the corner unmoving.

"Your Majesty…" Moaria spoke softly, dipping her head towards the young man. Tamrina glanced towards him and smiled, looking back at the Princess.

"Have no fear, he is a trusted guard… and a friend to us." She answered, emphasizing the last word. Moaria understood this meant he was loyal to the Queen, to her Father, and the republic they still believed in. Casting one last look at the guard her Father had in no doubt planned to have there all along, she followed the queen out to the balcony, away from any who may overhear them that supported the Empire. Moaria knew for years her Father and Mother still hoped for a chance for the Republic to return, and supplied Rebel ceils all over the galaxy with much needed things. But she had been kept from it all, tucked away with Leia from the eyes of the Empire and Vader. It wasn't until recently when her Father called upon her to deliver this message to Naboo, in hopes the Queen could help give information about the Emperor that could help with the fighting, since he was from this world. She has no clue how Bail had found out Tamrina was against all the Empire stood for, but she was happy for it. To have an ally close in age. Once they were seated out on the balcony, the handmaid brought them tea and a cookie like biscuits before bowing and going back to the throne room. The young guard stayed within eyesight, but never close enough to hear them speak in a normal tone. For some reason his presence made Moaria feel calmer about her first mission off world alone.

"So Ari, now that you are 18, is the Senator letting you take part in more missions and more…. Diplomatic meeting for him?" Tamrina asked as she slipped on her tea. The white haired girl took her cup in her hand but didn't sip from it, instead she let the warmth bleed into her hands as she looked out over the courtyard. She let out a soft sigh and looked back at the Queen.

"Father has his reasons for keeping me from being in the light, same as my sister. We both know how dangerous this galaxy can be."

"You more than Leia ever could."

Casting a glance at the Queen she wondered just how much she really knew about her past, how she became the daughter of such an important family. "Yes you could say that, Your Majesty. But Father has spoken more of Me, more of the work he does, the importance of it. He has started to ask me to be a part of it in ways." She smiled at her friend, "Like now, being here." She finished off before taking a sip of the warm liquid. She say the cup back down on the table and leaned back against her chair back, letting the warm summer wind blow across her face.

"I love Alderaan, the mountains and how untouched the planet seems." Moaria spoke up after a moment of silence, "but here it is so warm. The wind doesn't carry such a bite to it. I wish we had warmer winds like this back home."

"Yes, we are truly blessed to have such wonderful weather here on Naboo, but I must say I am always so jealous that you get to see snow on your mountain tops. I've never seen it snow on Naboo before." Tamrina answered back, as she sat her cup down, looking to her left to glance towards the lake country to the car north. "No matter where we go in this Galaxy we will always wish to have something that someone else has, but in the end we still love the place we call home the most." A smile graced her whitened lips as she turned back to Moaria

Moaria was about to speak when the sound of a ship racing across the sky broke the silence around them, making her look up towards the sky. A sleek black ship was heading for the landing pad and as Ari watched it she felt a dark and deep pit in her stomach. She glanced at the Queen who's face held a look of worry.

"Are you expecting more company today, Your Majesty?" Moaria asked with a slight shake to her voice. Queen Tamrina shook her head side to side softly.

"No." Was all she said.

This made Moaria feel even worse. The dark pit in her stomach grew as she glanced towards the landing pad and saw Stromtroppers walking the path towards the palace. Behind them, clad in black armor, was an Inquisitor. The Fourth Brother.

She stopped breathing for a moment, unsure what her next move should be. The very reason her and Leia were kept away from the rest of the Galaxy now was marching towards her, with no escape in sight as his ship blocked the path to her's.

"No matter what happens, stay silent, blend into the shadows and let me handle this Ari." Queen Tamrina said in a hushed tone before getting up from her seat and making a quick pace for the throne room. Glancing at the young man who had stayed in the shadows, she waved for him to come forward. As he approached, Moaria could see the hint of a scar on the bridge of his nose, and a small scar on his lower lip, but his eyes still remained hidden by the shadows of his hood. Turning to look at the Queen she felt her push something into her hand. "Take this. If something happens open it and save the people." Moaria looked down and saw a small silver disk, before shoving it into her dress pocket. Tamrina's words ringing in her ears as she tried to understand what was happening.

"Protect her at all cost." Tamrina spoke to him in a regal tone. With a nod of his head, he grabbed Moaria's hand and pulled her away from the queen, more towards the back of the throne room, behind the throne where the Handmaides would stand and stood in front of her slightly. Her own handmaid came rushing into the room, her pale green and purple dress swirling around her feet as she made her way over to Moaria. The look of fear in her eyes was enough to make Moaria swollen hard. Palace guards came into the room, and stood near the Queen, as well as two of her handmaidens.

"What is the Fourth Brother doing here?" Moaria asked quietly. The man in front of her stiffened slightly, but she focused on the Queen.

"Because he found out about Me." Was all the Queen said before the doors to the throne room were pushed open, slamming against the walls. Moaria watched in fear as the black cladded man entered the room.

"What is the meaning of this Fourth Brother?! The Queen has an appointm- Ah!" The Royal Advisor spoke to the Inquisitor before he was picked up by the Force and thrown against the nearby wall, sliding down it unconscious. Moaria let out a silent gasp, and the hooded guard in front of her laid a hand on her arm, pushing her farther behind him. She felt a surge of warmth spread through her arm at his touch but she pushed it aside as the Inquisitor got closer to the Queen.

"And to what do I owe this disrespectful entrance into my palace?" Tamrina answered in a tone that demanded respect. "Will the Empire approve of this?"

The Inquisitor walked up to her, stopping a few feet from Tamrina. "The Emperor sent me. He knows you have been dealing with… Rebels… and is disappointed in you, Your Majesty." The rapsy, unhuman voice came through the helmet of the Fourth Brother. He stepped closer, getting his face close to the Queen's. "And he knows you have been harboring a Jedi among you." The snap-hiss of a lightsaber igniting filled the quiet room. The Queen was unmoving, her face hard as stone as she looked into the black and red armour of the Inquisitor.

"Your accusations are false. There is no Jedi here. Naboo is a part of the Galactic Empire. You dare challenge its Queen?"

An evil laugh cracked through the mask, a shake of his head as he brought his blade up close to Tamrina's face. Moaria felt the hand on her arm tighten, seeming to sense her need to save her friend, keeping her in place behind him, tight against his back. He was taller than her, about 5'10, and he blocked most of her view, but she peered around his shoulder, to see what was happening. His poncho smells of pine, earthy with a smoky finish. Small burn holes and frayed tears covered the garment, yet it was still soft against her skin.

"You disgrace the Empire with your treason, Your Majesty. And you shall pay." The Fourth Brother hissed before swinging his blade in the air. Moaria gasped as a bright green blade met the blade of the Inquisitor. She watched as the Queen held the lightsaber in her hands, the green glow on her white painted face.

"Well now… what a surprise!" The Fourth Brother and Queen Tamrina took swings at each other, their blades hissing and popping as they hit each other. Tamrina was fast with her lightsaber, keeping up with the Inquisitor. She raised her hand, using the Force to push the Inquisitor back, his boots sliding against the marble floor. The sound of a ship flying close to the balcony of the palace filled the air as the road of lightsabers clashing together once again sounded.

"More radicals!" The stormtrooper near the door called out as the ramp to the ship opened at the balcony, a tall slender woman with white hair pulled up into a bun and face markings came into view. She was wearing a red shirt, black jacket, black pants with a red stripe down them and black knee high boots. Green light shined from her fingertips as she jumped from the ramp to the balcony floor.

Moaria felt a panic rise in her chest as the grip on her arm tightened. The hooded man turned and faced her, his green eyes now visible being so close. She tried to pull her arm free from his grip, panic taking over her body. "Let go of me!" She cried out as she started to pull her towards the balcony doors. She looked back over her shoulder towards Tamrina, watching as she still dualed with the Inquisitor. She watched as she hit him enough to send him backwards a few steps, before she turned to face Moaria.

"Ari!" She cried out as she reached out a hand for the Princess. "Ari run!" Was all she said before gasping out in pain. Her eyes grew wide as she looked down to see the blood red blade of the Inquisitor's lightsaber coming through her stomach.

"No!" Moaria screamed as she pulled her arm free from the hooded guard. She felt a surge of power flow through her veins, the stormtroopers who had been injured in a fight with the women with the face markings screaming out in pain, their bodies shaking in their armor. The Inquisitor grabbed his head, shaking it as though the sound of her cries hurt his ears. Right as he looked up, the hooded guard jumped in front of Moaria and threw his hood back, his bright red hair catching the sunlight that filtered in through the windows. In a blink of an eye a lightsaber with a brilliant blue blade landed in his hands.

"Jedi Scum." The Fourth Brother spit out as he pulled his blade from the dead Queen and charged forward.

"Get the Princess on the ship, we need her alive!" The red head yelled to his partner as he raised his blade to block the blow from the Fourth Brother. He flicked his wrist and pushed Moaria backwards into the arms of the woman who grabbed her and in a poof of green smoke, they disappeared and landed on the ramp of the ship. Moaria watched as the redhead fought against the Fourth Brother, his lightsaber now pulled apart into two blades of blue light that twisted and twirled with the red striking and hitting against each blow. She looked to the left a bit and saw the lifeless face of the Queen. A woman she had called a friend, a woman she trusted, only to realize she never really knew who she really was. She was pulled from her thoughts as she was yanked inside of the ship, the redhead jumping into the ramp as he threw one of his sabers at the Fourth Brother, and called it back with the Force after it hit his red blade.

"Come M'lady!" The woman said with an accent as she pulled her farther into the ship as the boy jumped inside and slammed his hand against the panel on the wall to shut the ramp.

"Greez, let's get out of here!" He called out breathlessly as he shut off his twin blades and put them back together to hang at his side. The ship snapped to life, taking off quickly towards the sky. "My Lady, are you okay?" His voice called out to Moaria. It was smooth like honey, with a slight boyish tone to it, and hints of deeper raspy undertones in some of his words. She looked up at him, her breath still coming out in fast puffs. She leaned against the table that was in the middle of the ship as her balance became shaky as the ship went into hyperspace. "Princess Ari?"

"I think she is in a bit of shock, Cal." An older feminine voice said from behind Moaria. She turned to see a darker skinned woman with short curly black hair walk from the cockpit. "Why don't you sit down Your Highness, and rest for a moment." Moaria nodded and sat down on the leather sofa behind the table, keeping her eyes on the stranger before her. Her hands shook in her lap, flashbacks to six years ago creeping into her mind's eye. The smell of burning flesh, the sounds of lightsabers clashing and hissing as screams filled the air so thickly it made it hard to breathe. Pain. Pain she never felt before flooding every inch of her body and soul as everything she knew came crashing down around her.

With a shake of her head she pushed those thoughts down, far down into the very corner of her mind and locked eyes with the redheaded man. "Who are you? What is happening?" She asked in a shaking voice, once much softer than she had intended. The man took a few steps close and sat down on the other side of the sofa. Seeing him without his hood up, she realized the scar on his nose went onto his right cheek, then faded and a few inches later started again on his lower cheek and went down his neck under his ear. He had a small scar that cut into his right eyebrow as well as the small scar on his bottom lip. His hair was cut shorter on the sides, and slightly longer in the top, but pushed back. His skin on his face was pale with some freckles.

"I'm Cal Kestis. Jedi Knight.", He then turned to his crew and pointed out each one as he spoke their names. "That's Greez Dritus, Cere Junda, and Merrin." He turned back to face the Princess, her eyes searching the room and people around her. "My Lady, we are taking you somewhere safe-".

"You will take me home!" Moaria roared as she jumped up from her seat, looking at the man, Cal, with fire in her eyes. "Or am I to be a hostage? Is that the plan?" She held herself tall, her voice no longer shaken and scared. Cal jumped up with his hands in front of him, as if he was trying to approach a scared animal.

"What? No!" He said in surprise. "My Lady, your father sent us to protect you in case something like this did happen. We are not your enemy here."

The taller woman, Cere, stepped forward and placed a hand on Cal's shoulder. She patted his shoulder and he sat down, still looking up at Moaria like a puppy. The older woman approached the Princess and looked her right in the eyes. "We are taking you somewhere you know. Somewhere your father told us to. You will see him there and he will explain everything." Her voice was firm, a tone Moaria remembered from her past. Something was both comforting and heartbreaking about the familiarity of it. Pushing the thought down she looked at the crew before her. The Latero stood closest to the cockpit, his arms folded over his fat and fluffy torso. Next closest to him was the white haired woman with the face markings. A Nightsister. She was thin, but the muscles showed through the sleeves of her shirt. Then stood Cere. She held herself proud, yet there was a cold, sad look behind her eyes. Then stood Cal, a handsome young man with his fiery copper hair and scars, but he had the eyes of someone who had seen things before his time. Survivor's eyes. The same eyes she saw in the mirror each morning.

Before she could say anything, the scanners started to beep and the ship started to slow down. "Take some seat, we are coming out of hyperspace." Greez said as he made his way back to the cockpit, Cere not far behind. Moaria sat back down and smoothed out the silk of her dress. She tried to smooth down any flyaway hair that may have gone astray during the ordeal. She watched as the stars stopped zooming past the window in a blur of light and Polis Massa came into few. She felt her body stiffen upon seeing the asteroid planet. Six years ago her life changed forever after seeing this place. She saw the base sitting on the rocky surface and the ship docked on its landing pad.

Her Father's ship.

A sigh of relief at seeing some familiar after everything that happened over the past hour overtook her body. All she wanted was to have her father hold her and tell her all was well. But she knew that was just a fairytale wish, today was anything but fine.

The Mantis, as she learned the ship was called, landed on the pad next to her Father's ship and the ramp slowly made its way down. With quick and airy steps, her dress swirling and blowing around her legs, she made her way down the ramp and threw the long hall of the base in search of Bail Organa. Her heels clicked against the floor, flashbacks and memories threatening to fill her mind with each passing step down these halls. Moaria was about to make a right turn down the hall when she slammed into a strong body. She didn't get a chance to look up to see who it was when arms went around her immediately. The soft tickle of his beard, the strong arms that held her, she knew it was her Father.

"Oh my dear sweet child." He breathed against her forehead as he pulled her closer. She wrapped her arms around his back, laying her head on his shoulder as her body finally gave out. "Easy, Daughter. Let's go sit down." Pulling back slightly to guide her down the hallway to the conference room. Looking over his shoulder, Bail saw the crew of the Mantis and nodded for them to follow. She leaned on her Father as he guided her to one of the chairs and sat down beside her. Looking up, Moaria finally saw the room they had gone into. The same room she had stepped into six years ago. The room she became Ari Organa, and left Moaria Hollbir behind.

"Father…" her voice cracking as she tried to hold back all the emotions she felt deep inside her chest. "Did you know? About Tamrina?" Her blue eyes held back the tears that threatened to spill over. She watched as he rubbed his chin, his eyes holding a sad and soulful look to them. They had both seen so much since the fall of the Republic. They had to endure so much over the last few years.

"Yes, I knew she was Force Sensitive. It was why she was so helpful to the cause. She knew the risks, same as any of us what going up against the Empire could mean." His voice was heavy, as he rubbed his chin. Moaria slumped back into her seat, her regal composure slipping as she had no energy to keep up appearances. She looked over at the group of people who brought her here. Cere didn't seem surprised at all by the news, but Cal seemed to still be shocked like she was. Merrin was harder to read, and Greez wasn't looking up at anyone. "Her death is unfortunate though, beyond just the loss of her life. She had important information on the Empire that she found on a trip to Coruscant, one that we may have desperately needed." Bail continued as he leaned back in his seat.

"What information?" Cal's voice spoke up for the first time since being in the ship. Moaria liked the sound of his voice, with the boyish undertones coming through. She looked over at him and met his eyes, a slight redness spreading across his pale cheeks. Turning back to her father she remembered the small flat silver disk that had gotten shoved in her dress pocket. Slipping her hand into her pocket she ignored her Father's answer to Cal as she looked down at the small disk in her hand. Tamrina risked and gave her life for this disk, knowing she would die as she shoved the disk into her hand. So many emotions filled her body as she held that disk in her hands. Parts of her she had shut off after the fall of the Republic started to stir. It was like something within the disk called to her. Still looking down at the disk she spoke up.

"Is this what she was to bring to Alderaan?" Moaria held the disk higher for the others to see. Bail turned back to face his daughter, and his eyes grew wide as he saw what lay in her hand.

"Where did you get that?" He asked. She looked up at him, still feeling that energy running through her body.

"'Open it and save the people.' That's what she told me right before she told Cal to protect me at all cost and the Fourth Brother took her life." She looked at Cal and then back to her Father. "There is so much unanswered Father. Why was I not told there was going to be a Jedi there to protect me? Why are we here… in this place? What was Tamrina hiding on this disk?" Handing the disk to her father she watched his eyes for answers. She watched as his brows crinkled, the worry lines framing his face as he was deep in thought. Standing up he walked to the head of the table and pushed a button, the door sealing itself and the blinds of the windows sliding down, the room growing darker. Slipping the disk into the box at the end of the table, a holo popped up bright blue in the center of the table.

"Your answers lay here. Tamrina heard of a plan, one that the Emperor himself was looking into. Knowing what Queen Tamrina was, I felt it unsafe to send you to her without a backup plan. So I reached out to friends in the cause and they told me about Cal and his crew. I wanted to make sure if something like this happened I could get you out of there, before the Empire got ahold of you." Bail went on to explain as he walked back to his seat beside Maoria. Cere stood up pointing to the Holo, Moaria saw something she didn't ever expect.

"Ilum wasn't the only Kyber Crystal planet?" Cere spoke up as she read the Holo. Looking closer at the Holo, Moaria saw the name of a planet she had never heard of before: Neonarro.

"I've never seen nor heard of this planet or its people before." Spoke Cal as he took a closer look.

"Especially being a Kyber planet, why didn't the Jedi ever talk about a second world to harvest Crystals?" Pointed out Cere as she rubbed her chin. Moaria had to agree with the former Jedi. This place wasn't one anyone had been told about growing up or hearing star pilots talk about. So where was this place? Looking farther at the Holo she saw a smaller amount of writing that seemed to call to her. Leaning forward she saw texts talking about the center part of the planet…. And her people. The words called to her, like a small tug on a string that was wrapped around her soul. Something about the world seemed familiar yet so foreign at the same time.

"This place isn't on a starmaps. It's a lost world, out in the far corners of frontier space. No one has really traveled there since the Old Republic days. All maps and hyperspace lanes have been lost to history to this world." Bail spoke as he read more into Neonarro. "But it must be important if Tamrina took this information from the Empire and got it into our hands."

Moaria kept looking at the Holo, going over the texts and imagines of the planet. Standing up she took a few steps to the left, looking at it from a different angle. That's when she spotted something on a different line in the texts. "Here! It's something about a Jedi Temple."

Cal stood up and walked over to where she was standing. "The one on Coruscant?"

"No, it's an older one, from the Old Republic times. It's somewhere in the Keneda System, in the Outer Rim." She pointed to the small Holomap below the texts. Pulling it up closer there were thirteen worlds marked in the Keneda System. Only two had been checked off. "Whatever this Temple is, they have only looked at two of them. There must be a map or a clue on how to find this lost world."

"We already know the Empire is taking all the Kyber Crystals they can. They took Ilum. If they find another world full of crystals… What could stop them from doing something terrible to this Galaxy?" Cere whispered as her eyes got a far away look to them. The room grew quiet as they all looked at the Holo. Emotions were running rampant, the idea of a lost world and people, the Empire on the hunt, and the death of the Queen was a lot to deal with. Maoria read over the texts about the hidden Jedi Temple again, something about it called to her, like a lost friend reaching out.

"We have to find this Temple and Neonarro before the Empire does." She broke the silence after sometime, looking at each pair of eyes in the room. "If we don't, the fate of the Galaxy might forever be sealed into the hands of the Empire."

"That, my Daughter." Bail said with a look in his eyes, "Is why we are here, and not back on Alderaan." Sliding the Holo to the side a new Holo pulled up, but this time with Moaria's picture on it. "The Empire believes you were taken hostage and are being held for ransom. This was plan B had we needed it. Which now we do." Moaria was confused upon hearing this. She had no clue what Bail could mean. Why was her being held hostage important for the Empire to think was true?

"Father, why must the Empire think I am being held hostage? And by who?"

"Saw Gerrera. The Emperor was sent a message by Saw saying that you were taking on Naboo for the death of the Queen. Because of this, the Empire will have its eyes on Saw and Me."

"So now I just what? Hide in the shadows, away from my home until you find someone to find this lost temple?" Moaria asked, a slight sharpness to her tongue. Bail only gave her a look, one that was stern, unwavering. One that looked her so deep into the eyes she felt as though he looked into the very pit of her soul.

"No. This Galaxy needs someone. It needs more than just a few Jedi and Rebels to bring it back from her knees with the spark of hope. It needs a burning light." He took her hands as he leaned closer to her as he spoke the last four words. "It needs Moaria Hollbir." A chill ran through her body as the forbidden name was spoken out loud. A name that came with so many memories. A name that last spoken out loud a young girl's life has been taken from all she had known and turned into a new one.

"Who is Maoria Hollbir?" Cal asked in a soft tone, his head cocked slightly to the side as he tried to understand what was happening. Moaria looked back at her father before letting go of his hands and turning to face the group before her. With a deep breath she closed her eyes and fully opened herself up to the Force after years of hiding in its shadows to protect herself. A soft glow of light, like flickering gold, flowed over her body, her snow-white hair that fell to her thighs slowly turned into soft honey brown hair that fell to her elbows. A dusting of freckles fell over the bridge of her nose. As she opened her eyes they went from blue to a soft cocoa brown. The crew of the Mantis gasped at her transformation. Merrin and Greez seemed to not believe their eyes, Cere held a look that seemed both surprised yet calm, as though she had known but wasn't sure. Cal's was a look of wonder, as though he had just seen something so pretty turn into something so beautiful before his eyes, like a caterpillar turning into a butterfly. She looked back to Bail briefly who gave her a smile, though it didn't reach his eyes, before looking back at the crew. With a strong voice she answered his question.

"I am."

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