[Fic]Dvukh ("Two" or, in this case, "Second" or "Lieutenant"

[Tysyacha]

(Hopefully) Co-authored by Tysyacha, Torthane, and Jae Onasi

 

GALACTIC CITY, CORUSCANT, 40 ABY

 

After the events of Tempest, but before Exile

 

"The odds will betray you..." --Casino Royale

 

Tysyacha dared not look back. She continued fleeing, and did not care

if anyone stopped to laugh at the awkward way she ran. After all, one

thousand credits, looted off of a Zabrak's corpse, were hidden in

the pocket of her unwashed tunic. If anyone found out, she would

likely be suspected of murder, when ironically she had almost become

a victim.

 

That Zabrak was nothing short of a psychopath! Tysyacha thought

quickly to herself in the midst of a hazy Coruscant afternoon. To

almost kill someone because he or she turned you down for lusty

favors! What kind of kriffing human being does that? Oh, wait--he

wasn't even a human. Oh, well... She kept running, heedless of

her surroundings, intent only on finding a place to hide. A cool place.

 

Suddenly, a still-small voice spoke to her rattled mind. Wait.

 

Tysyacha was startled. What on earth, or whom, should she wait for?

Nevertheless, the thought intrigued her, and her tired legs slowed down.

 

Please wait. I'm not going to hurt you. I only want to know what's

going on. The voice continued, and Tysyacha stumbled across a

cracked Coruscanti walkway to rest on a bench. Trash lay scattered

about everywhere. No doubt the wealthier parts of town were cleaner.

 

"Hello," said a tall, gray-haired male who still seemed to retain his

youthful handsomeness even though he looked sixty. "Can I help you?"

 

"Not right now," said Tysyacha. "I'm just--running some errands, and

taking a little break." She uncrossed her legs and shifted on the bench.

 

"Are you sure?" the man asked. "My name's Luke. I saw you running

like a frightened gizka just now, and I wondered what was chasing you."

 

"Nothing--or no one, yet." Tysyacha decided to risk telling the part

of her story that wouldn't get her into any trouble. The man seemed

benign, dressed in a modest civilian's robe and not like a member of

the black-clad Galactic Alliance Guard, or GAG. "I was running from

this slimy Zabrak who thought I was a prostitute. A common lady

of the night. He offered me a thousand credits to 'service' him.

Anyway, when I said no, he started choking me"--she carefully

omitted the part where her attacker talked about 'the Force'--"and

then something knocked him over real hard. Over dead. I

started running, because I didn't kill that creep. No way, no how."

 

"I did," said the man, and Tysyacha almost keeled over off the bench

in her astonishment! "I saw the Zabrak choking you, and I had to

do something. So, I sent out some sonic waves from my headgear

and a hard push from the Force to do what nobody else seemed to be

paying enough attention to do. Then you ran, and I tried to follow."

 

"You're an--amazing specimen!" cried Tysyacha, not really knowing

what to say beyond this weird compliment. "Who are you really?"

 

"I'm a Jedi," said the middle-aged maven, "from the Temple on

Coruscant. What's your name, miss, and, if I may, can I help

you with anything more?"

 

"My name is Tysyacha," said the girl, "and I think I'll be fine now."

 

The Jedi, Luke, looked at her compassionately. His gaze was intense.

Why does it seem he sees right through me if he only wants to help?

Tysyacha grew nervous. What if he asked her about the thousand credits?

[CSI]

Please no Russian...I don't know Russian, so can you please add a English translation in the title? Thank you.

[Tysyacha]

Done!

[Diego Varen]

Another good Fic Tysyacha. Is this the 2007 Fic? Looking foward to more, if this is the case.

[Jason Skywalker]

Clool (new way to say cool). Keep it up Tysy!

[JediAthos]

A nice beginning, and I look very much forward to reading more.

[Dark_Lady]

Ooh, awesome beginning (and the appearence of a Luke I might actually find myself liking). That's a rare thing. I like this a lot.

[Torthane]

I am now truly honored to be working on this project! I really enjoyed the begining; you sucked me right in! I am still working on the first sketch, and I have the major outline work done.

[Diego Varen]

Another thing I like about this Fic is that it is written by two of the greatest LF writers, Jae and Tysy (Rhymes doesn't it?) and one of the greatest artists, Torthane. Looking foward to sketches and more.

[Tysyacha]

"What's the matter with that?" --Fantine, At the End of the Day, Les Miserables

 

"Something else is bothering you, isn't it?" asked Luke, not removing his fixed

blue-eyed gaze from Tysyacha. "Not the heat, or even the fact that you

were almost murdered. I think you look rather--guilty, if I say so myself."

 

"Guilty?" laughed the girl, trying to sound witty and nonchalant. "Now, why

on Coruscant would I feel guilty? That Zabrak was trying to kill me, after all."

She smiled nervously. "You yourself admitted you knocked him dead, too."

 

Luke returned Tysyacha's slight smile, although his was anything but carefree.

You don't hide your feelings well, he thought. Maybe I'm wrong, and it

is just the heat. Then again, if it was, you wouldn't be afraid of me anymore.

 

"That's true," said Luke, "although I think something else might have happened.

Something after the Zabrak died, or perhaps before. Is my assumption correct?

I hate to jump to conclusions, because that so often leads to misunderstanding."

 

Tysyacha nodded. That makes sense. Why am I still so reluctant to tell

him? She took a deep breath. "There were a thousand credits he offered

me," she began. "After he fell over backward and didn't move for a couple of

minutes, I searched his pockets and took those thousand credits out. I stole

them. Then I ran." There. It was out. Would the Jedi arrest and punish her,

or would he let her go?

 

"I see," replied Luke, leaning forward. "Why did you do that?"

 

"Because I'm desperate." Tysyacha shrugged her shoulders. "You know

what part of Galactic City this is. It's not exactly the wealthiest suburb

on the planet. This is where all the people who can't get a job go." After

a pause, she continued again. "All the corporations in town want is someone

with light-years of work experience and scads of references. Neither of which

have I. I'm just a middle-twenty-something wretch who has no marketable

skills in this booming economy." She rolled her eyes. "Such is life. Oh, yes,

I really must be going. Not that it hasn't been a pleasant chat, but--"

 

Tysyacha stood up, preparing to bolt, but the Jedi then caught her arm.

 

"Don't leave yet. I'm not going to arrest you. That's actually my nephew's job.

He's the head of the Galactic Alliance Guard. Ever heard of Jacen Solo?"

 

The girl nodded. "Yes. As far as I know, though, he's too busy rounding up

Corellian terrorists to bother with street rats like me." Her smile was wry,

but her eyes said, By the Force, whatever it is, I hope I'm still right.

 

"Indeed," said the Jedi, "but I hear he's planning a crackdown. Petty

criminals won't get much leeway once he sets his Guard to tracking them.

Maybe I can help you. If you'll let me, of course." Luke kept his gentle

but decisive grip on Tysyacha's arm. [insert Torthane sketch here.]

 

"How? Besides turning me in to Jacen, I mean," she said, trying to snicker

but finding her little "joke" not so humorous after all. Luke didn't seem amused.

"I mean, look. If I've got absolutely no money and some Zabrak tries to kill me,

why shouldn't I take the credits off his miserable corpse? I need them more

than he does." She hoped the Jedi would see her logic, however roguish it was.

"What's the matter with that?"

 

"It's still theft," said Luke, "especially in the eyes of the law. I know you

probably suspect that if I hadn't shown up, and his credits were found on

you, you'd be charged on suspicion of murder. Someone'll come looking

for him; of that I have no doubt. And for you. Come with me to the Jedi

Temple. We'll straighten this out." Luke beckoned forward to Tysyacha.

 

"And if I don't?" she asked, her voice cool but her expression fearful.

 

"You always have a choice," said Luke, and he let go of her arm. "You're

free. I won't tell Jacen about you, and if there's a crackdown, I'll do what

I can to give you advance warning. The Jedi seldom force anyone to do

anything, and even then under the most dire circumstances. This is not."

 

Tysyacha sighed. "Go back to the streets and steal another thousand

credits, the next time from someone living, when all these run out?" She

shook her head. "I'm with you. Better the Jedi Temple than a jail."

 

Luke hoped that the young lady would not consider it so after a couple of days...

[JediAthos]

Very nice, I'm interested to see what the Jedi Temple holds for Tysyacha. You have a very eloquent style Tysy, can't wait to read more.

[CSI]

Another nice one. Keep up!

[Diego Varen]

Another nice one. Keep up!

 

Agreed.

[Torthane]

I will try to have that picture done as soon as I can but you write alot faster than I draw. I once agian really liked the chapter and I am defenitly intrigued about what is going to happen. I feel that I need to give you some warning Tysyacha, I am going to be in a stage adaptation of Pride and Prejudice this spring and rehersals start in a few days, so I am going to be pretty busy with that. In addition though, I am also writing, directing and acting in a film this summer so that is keeping me pretty busy too. I wish to express my regret and I still hope to have as much time for this as possible. Thanks!

[Tysyacha]

"Life creates it. Makes it grow. Its energy surrounds us, and binds us." --Yoda

 

The Jedi Temple was unlike any building Tysyacha had ever been in. It seemed

suffused with a kind of energy, the sort you feel in the highest courts of law or

sacred places. Its polished floors were perfect mirrors of the ceilings above, and

both girl and man were dwarfed by the pillars spiraling up to the support beams.

 

"This is my home," said Luke, "and where I hope you'll stay the night. The

streets are no place for anyone without a roof over their heads; that I can

tell you." His tone was matter-of-fact, neither patronizing nor professionally

distant. "As I said before, I'm a Jedi, and all who follow our path train here."

 

"What is a Jedi, exactly?" asked Tysyacha. "I have only the vaguest idea."

 

"Jedi are people who dedicate their lives to serving the Force and the galaxy,"

explained Luke. "We take an oath to defend the innocent and uphold justice.

However, we are not soldiers in the traditional sense, as my nephew Jacen's

Galactic Alliance Guard members are becoming. Jedi work for peace, as we

have for centuries. Not everyone can become a Jedi. One must be sensitive

to the Force." The pair had now reached a fountain atrium. Both sat down.

 

"The Force?" asked Tysyacha. "What is that? Some nebulous concept from

philosophers that nobody's bothered to explain to me yet, but just is?"

 

For the first time in a long while, Luke laughed, feeling his spirits rise. This girl

was the perfect antidote to his troubles with the aftermath of the attack on

the Hapan Queen--and with his own nephew, Jacen. He crossed his long legs.

 

"The Force is an energy field created by all living things. It surrounds us,

penetrates us, and binds the galaxy together. That's how my father's

former Master, Obi-wan Kenobi, described it. However, it's not an object

or a sensation that can be put into words. It has to be felt. Take my hands."

Luke extended both of his in a gesture that signified friendship and equity.

 

Even though Tysyacha was still a bit nervous, she was beginning to trust Luke.

Surely he couldn't be as bad as the other people she'd met in the alleys of

Galactic City, their clothes aromatic with sweat and their breath with juma

juice. She took Luke's hands, trusting her gut instead of her mind's warning.

 

"Good. Now, close your eyes. What do you see?" Luke closed his own eyes.

 

"Nothing," said Tysyacha. She felt embarrassed. Was she supposed to "see"

something more? This had never happened; she'd never taken this kind of a test.

 

"Concentrate on the darkness," said Luke, "all around you. Ignore the other

sounds that we're both hearing: people's feet, conversations. They're faint,

but there. Cast aside all the anxiety that you feel, because I don't want you

to be anxious. Not anymore. Now focus your thoughts--and listen."

 

Tysyacha did so. "What did you hear?" asked Luke once she opened her eyes.

 

"Silence. A calm silence."

 

"Excellent. That's what I always hear when everything's well in the Force: a

sense of peace, a serenity that few people can understand if I try to explain.

How did you know that you weren't just trying hard not to listen to background

noise? That's a form of concentration, too, but not exactly the kind I mean."

 

"I let go," said Tysyacha. "I gave up on the fear I was feeling, the thoughts

I was thinking--everything. I just gave a big sigh and listened to the silence.

I didn't care what would happen next or even if anything would happen next."

 

"That's what I thought. You have sensed the Force for the first time." Luke

felt both humble and proud. "I know it wasn't much, but the Force is most

often subtle. We Jedi are trained to listen to the Force and act upon it."

 

"Can I become a Jedi?" asked Tysyacha excitedly. "Would it be possible?"

 

"Nothing is impossible with the Force," replied the Master, "but in your case,

I fear not. You see, Jedi are trained almost from the time they're born. They

have a high midichlorian count, and as soon as their parents discover this,

they send their children to the Jedi Temple when they're very young. You

are long past the age of even a Jedi Youngling, but I know some ways to

teach those who are even remotely sensitive to the Force how to use it."

 

"Teach me," said Tysyacha humbly. "Please. I want to learn more."

 

"Very well. Listen to the Force again, and tell me if you 'see' or 'hear' anything."

 

The young lady did so again, and nothing happened for a few moments.

Then Tysyacha turned her head. "Someone is coming," she said, even

though the only footsteps she and Luke could hear were from distant

patrons who weren't even paying attention to them. Tysyacha's face

grew hot. Had she been wrong?

 

Sure enough, there was a figure coming straight toward them from a distance.

It was not wearing white robes, however, or the traditional earth-toned ones

of the Jedi Order. This one stood straight and tall, clad in nothing but black.

 

"Jacen," said Luke. "I'd like you to meet my nephew. Thanks for telling me."

 

Tysyacha tensed again. Was this the one who was planning a crackdown on crime?

[CSI]

Another good chapter...Looking forward to more and more drawings.

[Grey Master]

I'm a fan of the Legacy of the Force books, and this is one of the best fics about them.

Keep up the great work!!

[Diego Varen]

Another good chapter...Looking forward to more and more drawings.

 

Saying that is spam and is against the rules now, since Jae PM'd me. Anyway Tysy, I've never asked you, but why do you write on the Forums like:

 

The Jedi Temple was unlike any building Tysyacha had ever been in. It seemed

suffused with a kind of energy, the sort you feel in the highest courts of law or

sacred places. Its polished floors were perfect mirrors of the ceilings above, and

both girl and man were dwarfed by the pillars spiraling up to the support beams.

 

And not like:

 

The Jedi Temple was unlike any building Tysyacha had ever been in. It seemed suffused with a kind of energy, the sort you feel in the highest courts of law or sacred places. Its polished floors were perfect mirrors of the ceilings above, and both girl and man were dwarfed by the pillars spiraling up to the support beams.

 

It doesn't matter, I was just wondering. It was a good Chapter and Luke was exactly as I would imagine him. Looking foward to more, the drawings that Torthane has to offer and whatever Jae is doing in this Fic.

[Tysyacha]

(I love comments and feedback. Please PM me with them! Also, I'll have 5 discussion

questions at the end of this chapter that I'd like to talk with you guys about. To

me, reading and writing are the most fun when they lead to discussion. Onward!)

 

"It was I..." --Raskolnikov, from Crime and Punishment by Dostoevsky

 

As soon as Jacen stood face-to-face with his uncle, Grand Master

Luke Skywalker, Tysyacha fell at the younger man's feet. She knelt,

trembling and afraid.

 

"Please go easy on me, sir," she began in a hurry. "My name is Tysyacha, and

I stole a thousand credits from a Zabrak that this man Luke killed. I'm sorry.

I needed the money because I was desperate, and--"

 

"What's this?" Jacen's brow furrowed. "You killed someone today, Uncle Luke?"

 

"Yes." Luke saw no reason to avoid telling his nephew the truth. Even though

he did not feel guilty about the slaying, Luke felt sorry it had happened. I

should have used Force Stasis on him and taken him into custody, the

Grand Master thought for a moment. Then, No. Tysyacha was dying, and

when someone's getting killed, I can't afford to think about the killer. "I

did so because he was attacking this young lady. He thought her a prostitute."

 

"And are you?" Jacen's tone to Tysyacha was curious, not judgmental.

 

"No. I may have been living on the streets without a credit or a job, but

that doesn't mean I've sunk that low." She scoffed. "Theft's not my style,

either. I just couldn't help it. The Zabrak was dead, and I figured that his

money would do me more good. I'm selfish, I know, but what else could I do?"

 

Jacen nodded. Dozens of self-righteous-sounding replies came to his mind.

You could have gotten a job. Better to work for your credits than steal.

Or, Why didn't you try begging first? Or borrowing? Still, these seemed

rather trite and unnecessary. She'd thought of all that beforehand--he could

sense it through the Force. Her actions had been mostly motivated out of

impulse and need. Otherwise, she would have stolen more from someone alive.

 

"I sense you're truly sorry for your actions," Jacen said, "and thus the only

punishment I'd recommend for you would be to turn those thousand credits

over to the Jedi Temple. To serve the poor, such as yourself, but first I'd

like you to consider an offer. Jedi training? Not at this stage, for you're

far beyond childhood. However, how would you like a job in the Galactic

Alliance Guard or the Jedi Service Corps?" He paused. "It would be menial

at first, but of greater responsibility as you progressed through the ranks."

 

Luke sighed patiently. "She's sensitive to the Force, Jacen. Can't you see it?"

 

"I do," said his young nephew, "but it would do no good to start basic Jedi

training at her age. The Force is on her side, but it's barely a tiny pinpoint

of light in her soul right now. Like a star. What good would it do her to

start sparring with a training lightsaber fit for eight-year-olds? It takes

years to do what Jedi do with the Force, and many more years to master

it. Jedi Service Corps delegates are sensitive to the Force. They just aren't

Knights. Not everyone has to take on that role," he reasoned, looking at Luke.

 

"I see your point," said his uncle, "but I believe everyone may be destined for

more than others think they're fit to be. Take me, for instance. I was a

simple farm boy when I was young, and only later did I become a Jedi."

 

"True." Jacen took a step backward. "What do you think, Tysyacha?"

 

"I'll serve you in any way I can," she said, "and give you the thousand

credits besides." She slipped a hand inside her tunic and pulled out the

money, surrendering it to Luke without a second thought for her own

financial situation. If this was punishment (and it was for her), then it

was also a sacrifice. A sacrifice for the greater good, if you could call it that.

 

"Spoken like a true Jedi," said Luke. Jacen said nothing, but he smiled.

 

Discussion Questions (no "right" or "wrong" answers) (Please PM me)

 

1. Was Tysyacha's theft of the thousand credits truly justified?

2. What are your impressions of Luke, Jacen, and Tysyacha so far?

3. According to your own knowledge of Star Wars lore, is Luke or

Jacen the more right about Tysyacha/whether or not to train her?

4. If Tysyacha were to have a Master at this point, who would it be?

5. What do you hope will happen next?

[CSI]

"What's this?" Jacen's brow furrowed. "You killed someone today, Uncle Luke?"

 

"Yes." Luke saw no reason to avoid telling his nephew the truth. Even though

he did not feel guilty about the slaying, Luke felt sorry it had happened.

 

This is very Jedi-like. I like this quote.

[Diego Varen]

I'll PM you then sometime Tysy. Good Chapter and the discussion between Luke, Jacen and Tysy was very good and made dialogue fun to read, while in some Fics, too much dialogue wrecks the Fic. Looking foward to more.

[Jason Skywalker]

What a great trifecta Tysy! I'm loving this fic! I thought it was nice to see an aparition of Jacen in it.

 

1. I believe not, although, yes at the same time. It is a wrong action, yes, but in the end, she "donated" the credits to the Jedi Temple, doing a good action. The end justified the mean.

2. Quite good actually. Tysyacha is the usual Tysy writing which i have grown fond of. I like the ways you write Luke and Jacen, Luke as a calm and sensible man and Jacen as a young adult that while he looks bad, he's actually a very nice person.

3. I believe she should be trained. Remember Jaden Korr? Rosh Penin? Or even Kyle Katarn?

4. Either create him or Corran Horn then. I like Corran as a character and i would like to see him portrayed and written by Tysy.

5. I hope Tysy gets to be a Jedi and alot of characters have cameos.

[Diego Varen]

Well Tysy did say PM her, but I suppose it wouldn't hurt to post comments here.

 

1. Was Tysyacha's theft of the thousand credits truly justified?

 

It was good, since Tysy gave the Credits to the Jedi, but what would they spend all that money on?

 

2. What are your impressions of Luke, Jacen, and Tysyacha so far?

 

Tysy is the same as always, which is good and I myself have also become quite fond of her, as Jason has said. Luke is how I'd imagine him to be as a wise Jedi Master, which is good and since I haven't read much of the EU, I'm not sure about Jacen.

 

3. According to your own knowledge of Star Wars lore, is Luke or

Jacen the more right about Tysyacha/whether or not to train her?

 

She should be trained. The new Jedi Order isn't as strict as the old Jedi Order and I don't see any reason why Luke/Jacen can't let her become a Jedi. Overall, I think Luke is right about Tysy.

 

4. If Tysyacha were to have a Master at this point, who would it be?

 

As Jason said, Kyle, Jaden or Rosh. I doubt Luke would train her, but I'm hoping for someone like Rosh, since he is an underrated character in JA.

 

5. What do you hope will happen next?

 

I hope to see Tysy recieve Jedi Training from her master, whoever that may be.

[Tysyacha]

"Good luck. You're gonna need it." --Han Solo

 

Even though Luke and Jacen had their differences between them, on this they

both agreed: Tysyacha, despite her current shady circumstances, was sensitive

to the Force. She may not have had even a trace of Anakin Skywalker's raw

potential or Luke's mastered aptitude of it, but that didn't mean it wasn't there.

 

"Come," said Luke to Tysyacha. "I'd like to introduce you to the other Masters."

 

He and the young lady strode toward the Council Chamber, where many a Knight

had been dubbed in the course of Jedi history. Many more people had been

evaluated here before they were trained, even the Chosen One himself, and

this was the kind of test Tysyacha would face. Would the other Masters be

able to sense if she was strong enough in this "Force" to become a Jedi,

perhaps? Jacen followed behind, his hands behind his back, saying nothing.

 

I'll let Uncle Luke handle this, he thought. I've already brought Ben back

to him to continue his training, and who knows? Maybe if I trust Luke's judgment

here, he'll make me a Master, and I won't have to--make my sacrifice. For

the Sith. He shuddered, surprised at this thought. Why was he thinking

about his true allegiance now, when his Force presence was not hidden?

Luke couldn't read minds, but Jacen knew Lumiya would be disappointed in him.

 

If she still lived. Last he heard, she was in an intensive-care unit in one

of Coruscant's less-well-known hospitals. Concealed from prying eyes, it

was most often visited by wealthy gangsters and organized crime barons.

Did any of them even know that the Dark Lady of the Sith was in their midst?

 

"Masters Kyp, Rosh, and Corran," began Luke easily once he, Tysyacha,

and Jacen had entered the Council Chamber. "This is Tysyacha, and she's--

interested in becoming a Jedi. I'd like to see what you three think about that."

 

Tysyacha was relieved Luke hadn't said about her. That would have

been clearer and more obvious, but what was she anyway? A bantha for sale?

The tall, dark-haired personage known as Kyp Durron strode forward first.

 

"Hmm," he said. "I prefer aggressive combat styles, and aggression seems not

to be this girl's strength. Hard to say, but I don't believe she's seen much in

the way of fighting. Out of shape, or at least by Jedi standards. Training will

definitely help, but I doubt that she'll be ready to fight when we need her. No

offense, but our war with Corellia's escalating fast, and we need people now."

 

"That's true," said Master Corran Horn, frowning at Kyp, "but that doesn't

mean she can't help. Miss, your presence in the Force is quite strong for

someone who--hasn't often been in touch with it. However, the strange

thing is that I myself feel heightened in it because you're near me, more

in tune with my own senses and body. More alert. In a word, stronger."

 

"Come over here," said Kyp. "I'd like to know what Corran is talking about."

 

Even though Tysyacha now felt a little scared and insulted, mostly because

of the Master Luke called Kyp and his arrogant tone, she obeyed him anyway.

 

"My." Kyp was surprised, but he didn't show it. "You're like a glass of juma

juice, although far less threatening and damaging to the mind."

 

"Unless you turn to the Dark Side," said Rosh Penin, "as I once did. Come

see me, and maybe I can tell you what I see in you. Definitely strength.

Not anybody has the courage to want to become a Jedi. Or the good

heart. We serve not out of selfishness or a desire for power, but out

of a humble desire to help and to save. Justice is our main goal, as

Grand Master Luke says it should be." Tysyacha walked over to him.

 

"He's right," said Rosh, referring to Corran. "They're both right. The

Force is strong with you, but in a different way than it is with most

Jedi. As it was with Anakin Skywalker, for instance, his mere presence

in the Force was palpable. You could feel him in the room even if he was

hiding or concealed under a Stealth Generator. You don't have that power."

 

"Then what do I have?" asked Tysyacha. "Besides a good heart and strength?"

 

"The power to strengthen others." This came not from any of the three Masters,

but from Jacen Solo. "I feel it, too, as I'm sure my Uncle does. You

don't really increase our power by adding your strength to ours, but

you could if you were allied with one of us as a Master. I'd like to give

you a final test before I let anyone, even my Uncle Luke or one of

these three, take you as an apprentice."

 

Tysyacha nodded, swallowing hard. Her mouth was dry. Still, her

heart said, I'm ready. I'm ready for whatever you both--and

the Force--have in store for me.

[Diego Varen]

Another good part. It was nice seeing Kyp, Corran and Rosh, even though I haven't really read the books, I've played JA. It's a surprise seeing Rosh wiser than he was in JA. I'm looking foward to whoever will take Tysy's training.