Good
She exists in a void. Featureless and without end. She can see nothing, taste nothing, smell nothing, feel nothing nor hear nothing. It is perfect emptiness.
It’s her life.
It’s her dream.
She hears something. The snap-hiss of an igniting lightsaber. She turns and sees the purple blade shining there. It inches towards her.
And she bolts awake, sweat drenched skin clammy in the night. Glancing around the campsite, she settles back onto her cot, her heart slowly returning to normal.
She glances over and sees Lowbacca and Tesar on their cots, and lets out a slight sigh of relief.
Evil
She sits cross legged in the damp dirt mud of the Dagobah swamp. Various types of flitnats flicker across her face, yet she doesn’t respond. Her appearance is suffering, her hair is limp and lifeless, her gaze devoid of hope and passion. Blue bruises hang beneath her eyes, testament to her lack of sleep.
Every time she closes her eyes, she is given the same vision.
A green lightsaber blade slowly turning red. And once it is fully the weapon of a Sith, it proceeds to kill everyone she knows and loves.
Before finally claiming her.
Anakin, I need you.
Dream
She settles into one of the meditation chambers in the Temple, pondering her dream. The dream she has had every night for weeks.
In it she is in a battle, and she is not alone. Her friends, her family, are there fighting along side her. Valin. Jaina, Thann, Tesar and others. Fighting against a horde of black-armored soldiers.
Yet one by one her and her friends fall in battle. Overcome by sheer numbers. Not killed, but wounded, to be taken as slaves and apprentices by the Dark Lord. By Jacen Solo.
Then someone new appears.
Someone wielding a purple blade.
Nightmare
She expected it to happen. She had been dreaming of it for months.
Yet the invasion of Ossus still surprised her.
The GAG Gunships swoop in, deployed from an Ackbar class Star Destroyer. And dozens of the black-armored soldiers rappel down, landing with soft thuds, their blasters raised and spitting out hard light even before they move away from the lines.
They go after the children first.
And she can feel her rage explode. She ignites her blue blade and rushes forward, yelling Yuuzhan Vong curses as her saber flickers through the battle armor as if it was not there.
Truth
She feels the blaster bolt burn through her stomach, and she collapses, holding onto the wound, tears pouring from her eyes. The soldiers leave her there, writhing in the dust.
She hears the crunch of footsteps, and looks up to see him.
The betrayer.
She hisses his name. “Jacen.”
He smiles. “Tahiri.”
A snap-hiss and the world takes on a red glow, as he sends his sword slicing in towards her.
She closes her eyes. I love you Dummy.
A crackle. The world outside her eyelids turns purple. She hears his voice in her head. I know.
And she smiles.
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