Mira's ship exited hyperspace with a lurch, jarring her from sleep. The dark world of Xa Fel lay below her in all its plainness. The planet of the Sith. Her home.

For years Mira had thought of the Jedi Temple as home. It had been, too; first as a Youngling, then as a Padawan to Corran Horn, then as a Padawan without a Master. It was during the latter time that the Jedi betrayed the galaxy and Mira became disillusioned with them. She fled, and for over a year she called the wilderness of Dathomir home. Then, striking out into the galaxy once more, she searched until she found this planet.

It was strange, she thought, that in so few years of life so many places could be home. Of course, Xa Fel didn't give her a feeling of safety like the Jedi Temple had, or a feeling of sufficiency, as Dathomir had. Here, she was a pawn of the great masters, the head of the Sith Order. She existed to do their bidding and learn from them, though often it was more the former than the latter.

Her ship coasted through the atmosphere and landed near the Sith Temple. When she exited, she reached out through the Force and found Master Jas's Force signature and headed straight for him. They had a lot to discuss.


End