The last few minutes of the conversation seemed to be a blur or something out of a dream to Jensen Bettencourt.

His eyebrows rose to what seemed to be a direct threat coming from a Jedi Master. Yet he was a bit to shocked to say anything.

The serving droid he had earlier told to get lost was yet again making its rounds around the tables and the particular table where the two sat had again become next on its agenda it seemed.

He was taken by even more surprise by the fact Amalia was carrying a blaster.

Oh no… he said to himself.

And within no time Amalia had blasted the droid. Jensen cringed a few a few times as the droids parts was strewn and thrown across the café like it was scrap.

Jensen looked at her quietly as the rest of the café took attention to the malay that was before them. And after taking note of the docking bay number Jensen watched as Amalia left the café.

glad she doesn’t think this is a vacation…

Jensen had rose from his seat, uncomfortably but a bit slowly walking away from the scene, looking around at the other patrons.

The owner of the café decided to voice his disproval of the carnage

“Your friend is messing up my café and waiters…” The owner said

Jensen looked very uncomfortable at this moment.

“Yeah, um…she’s um uh…” his eyes glanced to the side wondering what to say.

“…a bit eccentric that way.” he quickly turned around and started for the door.

He quickly turned around however…and flipped a credit in the owners direction.

“Uh sorry for the mess…” as he walked out of the café.

As he stepped outside a light rain began to fall. He looked at his parked speeder.

“oh no, what else is going to happen today.” as he raised his hood over his head.

….he decided to walk this time and with a brisk pace he made his way to the hanger to await amalia’s arrival.

The Jedi had to make yet one more stop before heading for the docking bay, her living quarters.

Amalia had stopped looking after her room long ago; it showed. Her room was completely cluttered; dust everywhere. It was by pure luck that she could actually find what she needed.

Going to her bed, she ducked down low and pulled out a long box from underneath her bed. The box was filled with lightsabers that she had constructed over time.

Carefully rummaging through the lightsabers filled within the box, Amalia pulled out a purple lightsaber. The tool was almost an exact replica to the one Leia had given her.

I'd rather it'd be one of my own lightsabers that takes a life than...

She couldn't finish her thoughts.

Amalia had not wanted to leave her other lighsaber behind; the tool was too much a part of her. A gift from Master to Apprentice, something Amalia very much treasured. She could not fathom the thought of using that lightsaber to take another life.

Amalia would not allow that to happen.

If she couldn't prevent a death, then she'd make sure it was one of her own lighsabers that did the deed.

Guilt would come for sure, but leaving her other lighsaber behind eased her guilt slightly.

... but it did not ease her shame.

... nor her pain.

Closing her eyes, Amalia let all of the feelings she was holding deep within, wash over her.

The room was filled with silence, what was supposed to be peaceful silence.

When Amalia opened her eyes again, her eyes opened only to have to be fixated upon her mirror.

Whether it was all the emotions Amalia had been holding within her own moment of frustration, Amalia let out a scream. The kind of scream that could wake up the dead.

High-pitched and quite loud.

Who knew if Amalia was even aware of her own actions…

Within a matter of seconds the mirror shattered into a million pieces.

Amalia had shattered the mirror in her moment of frustration.

How quickly had it begun, only to end just as quickly.

Buckling forward the Jedi fell to her knees, clutching tightly onto the lightsaber within her hands.

Pain, shame, anger, guilt, failure... all of these emotions seemed to be written across her face.

All centered on one thing, herself.

She wanted just to heal.

...And she would, but it would take quite a transition before she could heal.

Sometimes even the most pure of Jedi had to fall to be able to rise back up again....

Trodding along the sidewalks of Theed in the light rain and mist to get to the docking bay. Jensen’s mind was racing.

How did this come to be? He was sure he could avoid it.

But he didn’t and just when he least expected it, it all fell into place.

Anger started to fill him…he started to not like the outcome at all. But he realized exactly why he agreed.

Then out of nowhere…

Through time and space a scream reached his conscious. Yet through his ears he didn’t hear it, it entered straight into his mind. He stopped dead in his steps and looked back toward….

…the academy.

He quickly attempted to pinpoint it, but as he was still a padawan and not very attuned as of yet it was difficult to see.

But the signature was all to familiar…it was Amalia Azalin.

He felt pain…terrible pain from her. He had begun to worry but he was quite sure she was okay.

He closed his eyes; he desperately just wanted to reassure her through the force. But at the same time he felt that might not be the greatest idea. She seemed to be alone maybe she wanted that.

He turned back around and walked to the docking bays.

Once there…he patiently awaited Amalia. The dimly lit area showed the shuttle she had told him about.

He casually walked around it inspecting the ship. Once back up front he jotted some notes down in his datapad journal.

And he waited…

For what seemed like an eternity, the Jedi rested upon her knees.

The drizzle outside Amalia's window was not helping the Jedi's outlook, if anything, it made her attitude more negative than it already was.

On most days, sunlight would be the warmest of hellos' for a morning rise, but on a day like today, the weather outside her bedroom window held no such momentous meaning.

Instead her sunlight had been substituted with dark clouds and rain, even a little fog.

She felt just like the weather outside.

The screaming Amalia had done had brought some sense of small relief, though it did not fully release the demons that still remained dormant and locked within her. No screaming in the world would heal her suffering; she would heal her own suffering within herself, in time.

As if only now just suddenly remembering that she had somewhere she needed to be, Amalia scampered to her feet, though a bit unwillingly.

Stepping over the glass that was scattered about the floor, Amalia sauntered over to the window to investigate the weather outside.

The rain appeared to be dying down some, and Amalia could even see a little patch of sunlight starting to break its way through just off to the west of her.

Yet that was not the only thing she saw....

Though just barely visible, Amalia could make out the tiniest baring of a rainbow.

Rare yet beautiful, yet there it was... a rainbow.

"... Looks like there still are some things left worth believing in," she said softly, the tiniest hint of a smile falling onto the Jedi's lips.

Ten minutes later....

With the image of nature's rarest beauty still on her mind, Amalia headed out the door, a small weight of hope being carried with her as she went to meet back up with Jensen at the docking bay.

There was no better way to relieve stress than to fiercly swing extremely deadly weapons around with all the intensity of a real battle.

Leia was alone, in a more secluded section of the vast courtyards of which surrounded the Jedi Academy. Around her swarmed half a dozen remote droids, all on their highest difficulty, all with their shot power settings turned up quite far (thus making any shot that hit home quite a painful experience), and all moving in complex, perfectly coordinated group attacks.

Leia had been forced to pull her second lightsaber out into use to sucessfully fend off their latest attack, and now she settled into a ready stance and crossed the blades as the droids regrouped for another attack. Sweat dripped from her chin and made the grey t-shirt she was wearing cling to her back, but she paid it no mind as she watched the droids with a calculative gaze.

The droids formed a tight group and shot up into the air, they were going to dive down from above this time.

The Jedi Master's moves were fluid and errorless as she continued her solitary workout in the courtyards.

As Kenshin stepped onto the premises of the Jedi Academy, he immediately sifted through the Force signatures and singled out Master Leia's.

With Amalia's lightsaber still in his hand, he began his little quest to seek out his Master's Master. His search led him to a somewhat hidden corner of the Jedi Academy courtyards.

It would probably have been a nice quiet spot but it was currently swarming with remote droids all on their full intent, not to mention on full power and intelligence settings, to put a hole through Master Leia.

Not wanting to disrupt the Jedi Master's concentration, Kenshin stood nearby and just quietly observed as she did her workout.

Dante floated quietly in space, unburdened by the harness of his pilot's chair, meditating. The galaxy was troubling, but things were balancing out. The headaches were getting worse, the pain becoming untolerable at times. His blackouts were lasting longer, his mind quaking with aftershocks. he had chosen to travel away from the academy, it was unable to help him, for the now.

He was in the Jomark system, getting ready to take on extra supplies for the next portion of his journey. Things were about to become most interesting.

Leia sensed another presence step into the immediate vicinty, but for the moment she paid it no mind- she was a little busy at the moment.

The droids had split into two groups now, and they dove down at her, the first group opening fire on her. Leia sidestepped the fire, but simultaneously found that she had stepped into the line of fire of the second group, who promptly opened fire.

As Leia moved to block the shots of the second group, she realized she had stepped into a trap. As she busied herself with dealing with the second group, the first was coming up behind her to shoot at her unprotected back.

Split seconds before the group behind her also opened fire, Leia let her legs go limp under her, and she fell to the ground. Both groups of droids had to scatter to avoid each other's shots, and Leia rolled under the arial swarm.

She came back to her feet a few yards away from the droids, and almost immediately her eyes narrowed in concentration as she summoned the Force.

Suddenly the droids were all pushed into a cluster as if gathered by a pair of large, invisible hands. They then all went dormant as Leia used the Force to deactivate them. The cluster dropped slowly to the ground, landing with a series of metallic clunks as each droid made contact with the ground.

Leia then turned to look in the direction of the presence that had been standing silently nearby for some time now, waiting.

It was Kenshin. One of Amalia's charges, Leia did not see him often at all. She knew there was little other reason for him to have been here unless he had sought her out, obviously. But the fact that he had sought her out here, now, gave her a suspicion that something was up.

Leia shut off both of her sabers, but did not put them away. She stepped over the pile of droids, and began slowly walkng towards Kenshin, nodding to him in greeting.

"What brings you to this area of the Academy?"

Kenshin watched in silent awe at Master Leia's display of skill. He felt her level of attunement in the Force as well as she dodged the rain of laser fire and herded the remote droids into a group so she could deactivate them in one swift motion.

As she deactivated her lightsabers and acknowledged his presence, he slowly made his way towards her.

Bowing in respect as they met, Kenshin was a bit unsure how to reply. Perhaps it was best to be brief.

"Master Amalia wanted me to give something to you..."

He held up the chrome hilt of Amalia's lightsaber infront of his chest, his fingers turning it slowly in his palm. It hadn't left his hand since she had handed it to him.

"She told me she wanted you to hold on to it for her until she came back..."

The padawan's brow furrowed as he recalled the troubled expression on her face.

"She said that when it came to the inevitable, she didn't want the lightsaber you gave her to be the one tainted...with blood."

Despite the sheer amount of willpower that Leia focused upon her hand as she reached out with it to take the saber, it still shook visibly.

A cold knot of dread formed in the pit of Leia's stomach as she took the saber from Kenshin, and held it before her. She studied the familiar curves and lines of the saber with a practiced eye, she recognized this saber: she had given it to Amalia long ago, back during her training as a Padawan. Leia was somewhat surprised to see that she had kept it, not to mention intact, for so long. More often than not Jedi Padawans, Knights, and Masters alike managed to lose their sabers in some predicament or another. Leia knew that Amalia had seen the saber as special.

For her to have returned it, not even in person....

Leia didn't even have to wonder why Amalia had done that, she already knew- Amalia had turned towards the dark.

Leia knew she should have seen it coming. With all that had happened in the recent past....

But she had been too ignorant towards Amalia during those times, and even for a time before that. Not there for her when she needed to be, just never around in general.

Leia knew she was not entirely at fault, and never could be. It had been Amalia's decision, affected my many factors. But it was based entirely for once, Leia concluded, on what Amalia felt was best for herself. That very thought alone was consolation for Leia, even if not very much.

Kenshin had also said "...until she came back..." when he had explained why he was giving the saber back to her. Something in the way he had said that pushed the cold feeling of dread away, and Leia tucked the saber into her belt. She knew not to worry. Somehow... Everything would be okay with time, and Leia knew her place in the particular battle was to be on the sidelines.

After a long, quiet moment Leia's gaze once again met Kenshin's. On the spur of the moment, a question popped into her head and escaped through her lips.

"What do you think?"