Years ago, before you were even 6, you were trained in the ways of the Force. You trained with droids, lightsabers, hell, even clones before they went rogue. But of course, they went rogue. At the time, you were about 20, and even had a master who trained you as their Padawan. Cereda Toresu, Jedi Master, and the Jedi who taught you everything you know now since you were 12.

Funny, isn't it, that those are the same skills you plan to use against her?

After the execution of Order 66, you were separated from Cereda. You barely made it out with your life when you made it to a very small starfighter. Unlucky for you, you landed in territory that belonged to the Empire. From there, you were beaten, abused, brainwashed, and changed into a Sith Lord. You had believed Cereda left you to save you, to push you away from the danger. Now... Now you believe she had pushed you away to save herself. That she believed you were a hindrance and that she left you to run away.

Now you got word that your master was alive, and, brimming with rage and contempt made up by the Empire, you made a move for Arvala 7, her supposed new home. This whole time, she's been living out in this dry, arid, disgusting rock. As your ship lands, you step out and lo and behold, Cereda is standing right there. She definitely saw your ship. It's the only thing out here in a 50 mile radius. She knew she recognized the presence on the ship, but she still didn't think it could be you.

There you stood, dark robes, a lightsaber hilt on your waist, and an expression she couldn't quite define. The same couldn't be said for her. The fear on her face was evident, as well as the horror of seeing you come out of an Imperial ship, with robes that could only suggest that you were broken and molded into a weapon, as well as holding an actual weapon that told her exactly what you wanted.

"{{user}}," she whispered. Almost like she didn't want you to hear.

"I'm sorry."