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Mandalorian armor huh? She had heard of it before, even seen a select few higher up soldiers wear the stuff. Supposedly it was extremely durable, meant to fend off even lightsabers themselves. Even in her years of trading she had never gotten her hands on the stuff and now she was being told she would just be given a suit of it? She didn't know whether to be thankful or disgusted at the kind of freedom over such precious materials that this Sith had, even if she had stated herself as the second most powerful and feared being in the known universe. Even so, she heard the words of Null spoken loud and clear, as though she had peered into her thoughts and seen her desire for eventual revenge. Despite her hatred for the only two known Sith, Lianna suspected the lure of the dark side of the force was powerful. She had felt the overwhelming anger and despair that they used as weapons. She did not know if she could resist such a pull, neither did she care. People often thought her nothing more than a meagre child, lost and alone. But she was about to rise above all that, even if it meant embracing all the darkness and chaos of the Sith ways.

There was a distinct and heavy thunk as the ship made its landing and the ever increasing volume of peons doing their work and commanders ordering them about. Wherever they were stopping off they had clearly arrived.
"I understand." she replied softly but firmly, though she continued to speak despite knowing what she was about to say would likely have consequences. "Besides, I'll look forward to such a fight. You'd look make a good trophy curled up at my feet on the throne as my pet."
She gave Null the smallest of smirks despite knowing she'd be made to pay for such a comment.
"I want to rest before you beat me every which way during whatever hell you'll call training. I hope there's something resembling a bed on whatever transport is taking us to Mandalore."
The conversation with Null when she returned to the ship was a strange one. Lianna had spent a good chunk of the time in her head trying to sort out her thoughts. But the words 'train you' seemed to ring strange. 'I need to train you if we're to have a hope of killing him'. That was what she had said. It seemed strange but obvious. Of course she couldn't exactly walk up to Vader and not expect to be killed in short order. But the Jedi and Sith trained for years upon years to master their craft. Who knows what would happen in that time? It wasn't like they could train in the confines of this ship either. It might have had enough room for her to mill about in, but there was little more than that. Concordia? Mandalore? The Hutts? Since when was the empire at war with the Hutts? The gang she had been part of had done fruitful trading with them for the past few years and now suddenly they were public enemy number one. Still, it didn't do to not co-operate at this stage of whatever the grand plan would be. She knew as much as she loathed this cat woman she still needed her...for now.

"But how the heck am I going to avoid his gaze? Don't you think when I start being able to use the force and my crystal that he's going to notice? He didn't exactly get this far by ignoring such things. Even if you told him I was dead, he's going to realize you're lying to him, and then we'll have the entire galaxy on top of us. I hope you have some kind of plan, because I'm not staying cooped up in some force-proof room...if I'm going to help you do the impossible I'll need to be able to test the limits of what I can do."
Despite her words it seemed odd that Lianna had even agreed to join her. The reason for her anger already seemed like a lifetime ago, though thoughts of revenge still flitted in and out, she knew it would come to that eventually. Even though her life was currently in the hands of Null, the cat needed her, that much was clear. Such knowledge would hopefully provide to be a powerful bargaining tool someday.
Lianna shot upright like a bolt when she heard the voice over the intercom. She might have been out for days, weeks maybe, but that voice was seared into her mind and she loathed every venomous word that slithered from that cat's forked tongue. Yet now, unlike before, the hatred did not mask the words or pass through her without care. Instead now she heard the words she was saying. So the mention of the Imperial palace shook her, yet the cat's words made no sense. She didn't want Vader to sense her? The confusion overrid the hatred that would have otherwise been etched upon Lianna's face when Null appeared before her. She spoke of her master and the anger boiled up, but somehow the words she spoke seemed to run into the core of her being. He had not wanted to prepare her, only for her to run far away. She did not believe that anyone would be capable of taking Vader on, but he had never once tried to teach her the ways of the force, or even tell her she might be capable of using such a thing until it seemed her death warrant was all but signed with the crystals arrival.

There was a thud on the floor as Emeric's lightsaber was dropped. Her gaze was immediately drawn to the weapon and thoughts of thrusting it through the wicked heart of her captor. But if Emeric failed, what hope did she have? Yet again, the words of Null drew her in. Talk of the so called 'immortal' God not being as impervious as everyone thought. Her mind turned to the images she had seen not so long ago, of the destruction that one 'man' had wrought on a single planet, of the chaos and death he had brought to the entire galaxy. Now here she was being told by the one person Vader had trained, possibly even shared secrets with that he may never have dared to share with another. She was rebelling. His own apprentice was seeking to topple the balance of power as Vader had done so long ago.

A fire burned deep within her now. Thoughts ravaged her mind of the possibility. Could she really be the one to restore balance to the force? So many years ago it had been believed it was the destiny of the Skywalkers to bring such a change. Here was Lianna, a no one from the remote corner of nowhere...was this real? The girl watched as her captor left the room and returned to the pilot's seat. Once Null was out of sight she moved her hand towards the lightsaber, thoughts running through her head at a thousand a second. Stopping just short, her fingers tantalisingly close to such a thing.

'It's Emeric's...' she thought
'It's yours now. That crystal beckons you, as you did to it.'
'I can't'
'You will. Embrace your destiny'
'I could never kill Vader'
'You could with help...'
'I am no Jedi'
'You don't need to be'
'I'm just a girl from nowhere, the force would never help me...'
'You can feel it all around you. Just close your eyes...let it in'


Despite the hesitation, despite all that had happened to her, Lianna closed her eyes and her fingers closed around the lightsaber without her telling them to do so. A wave of energy surged through her revitalizing her from any grogginess that remained. Standing up with the weapon gripped firmly in her cybernetic hand, she pressed the on button. Immediately the weapon burst into life filling her eyes with the same splendorous shades of violet and purple she had witnessed on the ground. Power and hatred flowed through her, but so did love and warmth. Finally she understood all those feelings she had not known. The cold sweats during the night, those visions and the wave of force from her hand. This was the force. In equal measures it was wondrous and terrifying, light and dark, good and evil pervading throughout the entire galaxy, the whole universe. It existed in every aspect of life and it was all around, she had only needed to let it in. It was not something that controlled her, but something that could be controlled, manipulated and perhaps even mastered.

Pressing the button once more caused the light to vanish. Although there would be many trials to come, Lianna Dolett would surive, as she always had. Thoughts of the future, of a restored Jedi temple and true peace, or perhaps of a new emperor by the name of Lianna...all futures were possible, but they started here and now. She was not yet the master of her own destiny, but in time she would be. She sat herself down and ate the food that had been given. Conserving energy for the times ahead would be vital. Her journey had not ended on Onderron in tears and desperation, it had only just begun.
Lianna could only watch helplessly as her friend desperately tried to assault the Sith and failed each time. She blocked the blows as if it were a mere child attacking her. How could she hope to ever escape from this alive? It was her only hope that the woman would buy what Emeric had said about being the lone Jedi. But then it happened. As Emeric failed yet another attack he was thrown off balance and struck himself. She knew...she knew before he even hit the ground. She could feel it from her mind right through to her bones...he was dead. She let out a yell, but this was not guttural, it was not strength or defiance. It was pain, deep and scarring pain. A moment she knew she'd remember for the rest of her life. The time she failed to protect the man who had spent a chunk of his life to protecting her. She could do nothing but fall to her knees and let the feelings of sorrow and anguish wash over her. Before she could move, not that she had the emotional strength to do so, she felt a strangeness around her body as she was lifted through the air and planted in front of the Sith. Just feet away was the body of Emeric, but she could not bear to look at it.

She tried to speak, to rage and scream, but no words came out. Unaware whether it was just the despair or the woman in front of her suppressing her voice with the force. Either way, she did not care. She stared up at her with loathing and hatred filling her every frame. The words she spoke were lost on her. It was only when the crystal was pressed to her head that she felt a spark. At the moment of contact the crystal shed its dull coloring and thrummed into life with all manner of vibrant purple and violet hues. She felt the spot on her forehead burn and her memories came to life before her very eyes, being projected through the crystal. Throught it all pervaded a sense of anger and injustice, a desire for power and revenge against those who had wronged her. Tears streamed from the girls eyes and down her cheeks, splashing on the ground, unheard beyond the hum of the crystal.

She took a deep breath when the crystal was removed and began gasping for air. Still no words emerged from her mouth and no words entered her ears. She only thought of the silence and relief death would bring her. Sure enough she fell into darkness as her eyes shut. Her end had come at last. Or so she thought.

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She awoke with a feeling of grogginess that happened only when one had been drugged or knocked out. Inclined to believe the latter, she wondered why she was still alive. Lianna opened her mouth but all that came out was a slur of words and a grumble of pain. Her head was aching something fierce as she made her best attempt to sit up and drink in her new surroundings. It became apparent as her senses began to return in full that she was on a ship. The humming of an engine and the feeling of movement that she knew belonged only to space travel meant they had left the planet. Taking a mere guess she suspected she had been out for quite some time. Looking around as her eyesight came back fully she saw no traces of any other being, dead or alive. Knowing she would regret it, but desperate to find out what had become of her, she opened her mouth and coherent words finally emerged.
"Hello?" she asked, though the weariness from her collapse was still present in her voice.
"Where the heck am I?" though she doubted a response would be given.
Standing at the door to the ship, Lianna saw as a strange thing came booming towards it. It seemed to hit something beneath the ship and boomerang back towards where it had come from. She knew immediately that some kind of damage had been done, it seemed that the bounty hunter had a friend. She looked over and saw this new creature. It was nothing she had ever laid eyes on before. Her shape was feline and her body covered in fur. She knew not what species this stranger was, but all Lianna could feel was the radiant waves of power that she exuded. It felt in her mind as she imagined what meeting Vader would be like. Could this be the fabled apprentice? The girl jumped backwards when the cat woman drew her lightsaber. It's vibrant hue drew her in and she couldn't help but stare into it, it was drawing her in and she drank every moment of the power and strength she felt from both the blade and its master.

Her mind was wrenched back into reality when she heard her friend speak.
"You found me Lady Null. I am the one you and your master seek. I have been trying to re-ingite the spark of the ancient and lost Jedi. Together we would build a galaxy free of tyranny and hatred. Remember, power is a lie, there is only peace."
Lianna's eyes scanned the enemy. Her eyes stood out beyond the rest of her. They spoke of a history under the tutelage of the Emperor, of power she sought. She knew her master stood no chance.
"It was I, and I alone that began this endeavor and it shall die with me. Or perhaps it shall die with you vile Sith!"
As he charged he pulled out a lightsaber of his very own. It's hue was the same dull grey-blue as the other kyber crystals, the likes of which could only come from a crystal that had not been ignited by someone attuned with the force.

As he attacked the feline Sith it was quickly clear that his stance was poor and he had not been trained in the fine arts of the lightsaber. He struck out wildly with blows hoping to strike down his enemy in some kind of miracle.
Lianna could only watch, her fingers twitching, desperate to call upon the same power she had used to fend off the bounty hunter. But it did not matter how hard she tried, how close the tears came in her eyes, she was resigned to Emeric's death and to her own. His last act would be to try and absorb the focus, to seem as if he was a lone party, in the hopes the Sith would leave the seemingly frail Lianna to mourn the death of her friend and not discover the power within her.
Emeric came bursting through the doors to the seedy bar that Lianna was sat in. The bartender did not grumble, for the pair knew that bursting through doors, often with more force than was required, was a bad habit of the Twi'lek that now stood, bathing in the sunlight and casting him into shadow.
"I'll send you the bill." Jabfess uttered as he moved out of sight. The few patrons that also sat about knew that was their cue to leave too. Some pushed past in anger, but they knew they would not be served again until his business had been complete. Lianna stood up and a wave of fear pulsed through her entire being when she saw the look of terror on her master's face.
"We have a problem, but the look on my face and the look on yours means you knew that already. The kyber crystals are gone, and there was a rival gang there, all slaughtered...by a lightsaber."

Lianna turned away from him before breathing in deeply. A lightsaber meant only one of two things, Vader or his apprentice. Either one was a death sentence if she were to be found, which is why she knew exactly what would be said next.
"You know we have to run. There's a ship waiting to take you to another planet. A few of us will stay behind and obfuscate your disappearance to try and throw them off your trail."
The girl couldn't even argue, she was too scared to even put up her usual toughness, it had all but swelled up with the images of a lightsaber cutting her in half.

A short time later the two had arrived at a remote shipyard. Awaiting was what seemed like an ordinary human pilot with little more than a blaster pistol at his waist.
"This man has been paid enough to get you far away and not ask any questions about it. If we're lucky Vader will find me and chase me instead thinking I'm the one the crystal is seeking."
The pair approached the man and Lianna gave her old friend a saddened look as she climbed into the ship's hold.
"You know what to do." Emeric spoke, trying to keep his courage.

"I do." the man said, reaching for his pistol. He fired a blast at Emeric who barely dodged it in time. Lianna let out a furious yell as the man hammered a button on his wristwatch that sealed the door of the ship. Desperately she hammered the door, but it was to no avail. She could hear the sounds of fighting outside and a few choice words of 'Vader', 'insanely rich' and 'force'. How this bounty hunter had discovered their secret she did not know, now her thoughts were consumed only with escape. She ran to the cockpit and desperately searched for the button to open the door. The sounds of the conflict outside seemed to get only louder, though she could not see as the cockpit was facing the wrong way. Soon enough she found the magic button and opened the door, racing to go and help her friend.

The two men were locked in a fierce hand-to-hand fight, each one trading hard blows and bleeding in several places.
"THAT FORTUNE WILL BE MINE!" the hunter screamed as he punched the Twi'lek square between the eyes. Emeric recoiled and lifted his hands to defend himself as the bounty hunter charged at him.
"NO!" came the low guttural roar from Lianna. In that moment something strange happened. Something ancient stirred deep within her, something she knew felt powerful, but dangerous at the same time. It was the same thing she felt when she awoke from her nightmares, but this time it felt like it was her ally. A wave of force came hurling from her extended arm and slammed into the charging human. It pushed him backwards and down and there was a sickly sound of his skull cracking on the hard ground. Blood seeped out of the open wound and Lianna could only look on with horror. She had killed before, but not like this. This was something new, something she did not understand, could not control. The sense of terror that had been building all day seemed as if it might wash her away into a sea of never ending despair.
Lianna sat a few feet away from the bartender of her local watering hole. Jabfess was one of the few beings who knew, or perhaps had some inkling as to how she made her way in the world, yet still showed her some form of affection. The strange creature's race had long since been purged by the Emperor himself, and it had been over such issues that the two had bonded. He felt her pain when she had regaled him with the story of her home planet, a place she was glad to not have to bring into her thoughts terribly often. They had shared a distaste for their Lord and master, though to speak of such things in public, even on a planet set within the Outer Rim, was foolish and likely a death sentence if the wrong individual heard you. Still, this bar had become something of a second home to her and it had been how she had met with her current employer and foster father, Emeric.
Emeric was a Twi'lek with shimmering blue skin and a strange fondness for Lianna. She in turn shared a fondness for the man she had come to see as her true father figure, though she did not grasp the true reason behind their bonding. The being had found her, alone and destitute, fighting for her survival against a cruel bounty hunter. The pair had gotten into a particularly nasty altercation in the streets of the slums, coming to a head as she ran towards the only place that she thought she might escape him, the bar of Jabfess. It seemed for all her work to escape her home planet, she would travel so far just to die. But Emeric had intervened and saved her. He dispatched the hunter with a ruthless efficiency and skill that left the girl in awe. She expected him to ask for a reward, though he asked for none. Instead he told her he would take the girl under his wing and teach her the ways and means to thrive in the darkness of the Galaxy.

So had begun her training to become a smuggler, and she was a damned good one at that. She far exceeded the expectations of the other members of Emeric's gang and quickly became not only his favourite, but his second in command. She had long suspected that the creatures feelings for her extended beyond that of a mere father figure the issue had never been pressed, much to Lianna's own relief. Regardless the pair were a force to be reckoned with and their gang had grown considerably since then. They now operated the smuggling of the planet's three biggest illegal drugs and the credits rolled in. Despite the temptation to flee and live a quiet life, the girl persisted and for a time she was as happy as she could be in such a situation. Her heart had become cold and she had only become more ruthless. But at night strange things happened. Unreal images filled her mind as she slept. Stories of the past filling her head and waking her in cold sweats. Though her adopted family had no answers for this, she was simply told to brush them aside. There was no great destiny for them, only the harsh truths of life under the all seeing eyes of Lord Vader.

Things began to change on a rainy afternoon like all others. They had finished their normal smuggling route when Emeric burst through the door with a concerned look upon his face. Though he would not speak of his worries to any other, he summoned Lianna for a private meeting. After going to great lengths to ensure they would not be overhead, he began to open up to her about the seriousness of the trouble they were about to find thrust upon themselves. The Twi'lek told the girl that he was a force user. Not a particularly good one, but good enough to conceal it from the outside world. It was how he had began his business and beat his rivals from the trade, survived attempts on his life...and how he had found Lianna herself.

"You can't be serious." the girl would ask, her ears twitching at the thought of what she was being told, of it's magnitude.
"I am, but it gets far worse. There are rumours of a kyber crystal that has made its way to the planet. They were the heart of the lightsabers forged by the Jedi and Sith when such things still existed en mass. But now one had surfaced, and when, not if, Vader finds out..."
A look of terror spread across Lianna's face. She had heard only stories of the Emperor, but she had no desire to see if they matched the reality. No one could stand up to him.
"I don't understand, what does such a crystal have to do with us?" she asked, her voice almost pleading with him to make sense of this.
"That night I found you, you were cold, starved, alone and all but ready to die. But you did not. It was not chance that brought us together, I know that much. I am no Jedi, but my knowledge of the Force is enough to know there was something more. I believe you are a force user, and a potentially powerful one at that. I have avoided Vader because I am not strong enough to register on his grand hunt...but you...If that crystal finds its way to your hands, as I believe it is fated to do so, then Vader will find you and you will die."
Lianna was breathing heavily now. This was far too much to take in. Not only was she supposedly a user of the fabled and reviled force, but there was the core of a lightsaber destined to fall into her own hands?

She stood firm, belying her terror inside and spoke once more.
"What am I to do? If you say this crystal's destiny is to find itself in my hands then I have to run. I'll probably never stop having to run."
She now looked on the brink of tears. When last she had left her home it had been through choice, but this was a place she had realised in this moment that she was deeply attached to. To leave it all behind, even if it were to save her own life, would not be easy.
"Listen to me, Lianna. We likely have a small grace period to prepare you, but I will do my best to make sure that crystal never reaches your hands, even if it costs me my own life."
Such words hit her deep. Here he was, her foster father, willing to risk everything for a girl who was not his own. Moved by nothing more than her deep care for him, she lunged forward and embraced him in a hug. When she was finished she regained her composure.
"My apologies master." she stated simply, but the older being merely gave her that same knowing smile he had done when she first laid eyes on him all that time ago.

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Lianna was sat speaking to her friend Jabfess. She had been instructed to tell no one anything or she would be at greater risk. The rest of the gang selected for the mission to find the crystal had not been told the nature of the task, and she was simply instructed to find somewhere to wait, somewhere that she could use for a quick getaway if needed. That had brought her to the bar, to Jabfess, and to the drink she swirled with her cybernetic hand. She did not believe in any kind of God or greater being, but if one existed she could only hope her foster family were safe, and that Vader would never find her...
Lianna came from a place far away, in a star system that was near void of life. Once her planet had been teeming with the hope of finding their place in the vastness of this universe. Being so remote they had eschewed most of the consequences of the greater wars that had ravaged the galaxy and sought to eek out a peaceful, if not primitive, life. Though they knew of the 'God Emperor' as he was called by some, they were far enough away that he seemed nothing to worth troubling themselves over. What did concern the Human inhabitants of Ceri VII were the Amani who had also been settled on the planet, perhaps long before the Humans. Whatever the other Amani were, these one were cruel and vicious, carrying out regular assaults on the human towns and villages and ravaging populations, crops and livestock.

The constant fighting took its toll on the population, but their salvation came and it would change them forever. One day when the Sun was low, a ship landed on the planet. From it emerged a being that would forever after alter the course of Ceri VII's history. The God Emperor Darth Vader had come. There had been rumors, though none that the humans would have known, of a force-sensitive individual hiding out on the planet. The being had found refuge with the Amani, having become something of a leader to them in hopes to raise an army to protect himself from the coming storm. Vader took no mercy and slaughtered tens of thousands of Amani who came to defend their friend before cutting down the would-be rebel. Not long after he had completed his task, Vader walked among the towns and villages of the humans. He searched for days to find any traces of another force sensitive individual, but he found none. Satisfied his work was finished, he left the planet without care for the consequences he would leave behind.

In the years that followed, and now void of a conflict to subdue them, the humans began rapidly advancing. They reached out to the stars and joined their brothers and sisters. They also became fanatical worshipers of Vader. In their eyes he was no tyrant, but a savior who had descended from on high and done away with their enemies. They learned what they could about him and began willingly giving themselves cybernetic implants to bring them closer to the majesty deity. It became tradition that all children, no matter their own desire, were to have a hand chopped off and replaced with a cybernetic one when they came of age. the only choice they got was which hand. If they resisted and fought, it would be both.

So it was, over three hundred years later that a young girl named Lianna was born. Her family, like all others, worshiped the savior, but she did not. She saw him not as they did, but as a machine, not a man as he was rumored to once have been. She had no desire to follow the traditions of her family, though she knew better to resist when she came of age. Her left hand was sliced off in one clean strike and she was fitted with a cybernetic replacement. As she grew further she began to resent the fanaticism that had seeped into every corner of Cetian's ways of life. Despite her immense dislike for her robotic hand, her conflicts with some of the few remaining Amani had robbed her of her right arm all the way up to her bicep. Once that too had been replaced and made metal she knew it had come time to leave. Faking her way onto a trade ship, Lianna found herself in the Outer Rim. In order to make ends meet she was forced to embrace her skills as a smuggler. Her heart only hardened to the plights of the worlds around her and their people. Mistrust and dishonesty were ways of life for the people. Few could say they ever lived a 'good' life under the reign of the God Emperor, and she was no different.



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When one entered the throne room of Darth Vader they would be mistaken for thinking they had entered a room with perpetual machinery. Even when he was absent the sound of his breathing played on a constant cycle to remind those who entered who they might dare to cross. But such an event had not happened in a long time. Vader spent much of his time sat on his throne. For a being of his power the throne itself was surprisingly simple. It stretched thirty feet upwards and consisted only of the blackest, sleekest metals known to the universe. The throne, like Vader himself, seemed to drink in the light and drain it from any stars that dared to peer through the enormous glass panels that made up the two sides of the room. There was no sign of the legendary lightsaber that had cut down the lives of innumerable creatures, but there did not need to be. Anyone who thought themselves foolish enough to challenge Vader were most likely dead before they even reached him. The breathing sounds pervaded every inch of the room and seemed to swallow courage as the throne did with light. Few were even brave enough to step into the room, even among Vader's personally appointed entourage.

Of those permitted to enter at nearly any hour, Null was one. Vader suspected likely the most fearless, if only due to her training by his own hand. He had heard plenty of whispers and talks of the girl since he had brought her on. He heard everything that occurred on the planet, even if the people were not aware. The jealousy that filled the hearts of lesser beings would amuse him if he allowed himself to feel amusement. Yet he did nothing without reason, and summoning her was with reason. The chair served a purpose that perhaps only she understood beside himself. It was wired and filled with all sorts of ancient technology used to sense the force. When he sat in the chair he could reach through the vastness of space to where his mind may not normally reach. He could find those born with the force etched into their very being. Today he had found one, and Null would go and kill it. There would be no threat, Not to Vader. No being in all the galaxy, nay, the universe, could hope to bring to ruin the empire that his own master had only dreamed of building.
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