It is easy to lose one's self in the depths of the subscious. Many have lost their way through the ast, their misery and self loathing could be sensed often by those who walk the same path. Hollow empty husks wander the shadowy corridors, hoping for a miracle that might help them. When the only one who could have ever saved them were themselves.

  Extract from the teags of Joseph Grey, the st officially appointed Grandmaster of the Grey Order. Forever immortalized through the force.

  Nizzal gazed into the darkness, while standing on her small isnd of light. Everything that was surrounding her art of an endless sea of darkness. The silent echoes of steadily closing footsteps were the only sign proving that anything tangible actually existed ihe maws of that darkness.

  A voice spoke up, the voice of a man, she was more than familiar with, but she didn't uand why he came here.

  -Child of the force. That was what they called me once, in a story long fotten by the world behind our temples walls. Chosehey called me a man who is loved by the force itself. They were words, that held truth, but they also failed in a lot of ways...

  There was a silence, for a short time, then the man tinued.

  -Foreseeing the future, is an art few if any truly know, even the greatest of our order struggle with it. Our minds will iably focus on the hoped or expected possibility ht ign other more likely outes. While we are obsessed with treating the one we wish to e true as the only possibility. We iably create the right circumstao fulfill another ohen we eventually pay the price of our arroganbsp;

  Another moment of silence appeared before the man took a fresh breath of air and tinued his dire monologue.

  -I created this order in the hope, that we will eventually learn from our own mistakes, and it seems to fulfill that purpose. Through thousands of years, we searched and built the archive and now we have something precious, something unique.

  -You want to bee the leader of this order, my order. You, Nizzal the Grey... Hahah... what a joke. You are nothing special, just a scared child who waoo far from the path and got lost in a forest of dreams and nightmares, hah! You are lost among many if I might add. A little girl and a twi'lek of all too stubborn to accept the harsh reality, you should have let yourself be captured by those svers, in that way, you would at least have some food to eat. Yet you refused to, choosing to die instead hoping that the world will feel sad about your bad faith. As if the world could give a damn about you dying in a hidden and fotten er of the gaxy. It was the world, that put you there in the first pce, some people only uand one nguage after all, the tongue of power and fear. You were on the verge of death when we found you, a weak child, a beggar that even her family tossed aside. That was you and look at yourself now!

  Nizzal was shaken from the words that the man spoke to her, the man she couldn't decide if she hated or respected more. She dazedly followed the instrus and looked down at her current appeara was the first time since she began to climb the stairs that she could take a closer look at her robe, or what was left of it...

  She looked just like any beggar oreet, her robe was ripped apart, hanging from her body in small pieces, it was also covered with dirt and grime drenched in perspiration from the blind walk she had done for who knows how long.

  The voice of the man shouted at her, and she winced reflexively the same as she did as a child on Ryloth trying to escape from the svers running through in the narrow back streets.

  - Beggar! That is what you are, a dirty beggar and nothing more, you live on borrowed time. Isn't that, right?

  Nizzal felt her throat dry up in the wake of the question, the silence was suffog. For a moment she was ba the streets, lost, terrified hoping for a miracle that she secretly knew would never e. The sensation, was so real, so terrifyingly real, the touch of the arble under her arm, the ragged clothes c her, the grime stig to her skin... She couldn't help, but question if it was all but a lucid dream until now, and in truth she was dying off on that street, from hunger... and siess... But... but that couldn't be, right? She has all this knowledge now, all these ools, to defend herself from that faith...

  Nizzal shook her head as she spoke with a dire expression, trying to vince herself with her words maybe even more than her oppo.

  -... No... I am not...

  -Hah, you are delusional to the very end... Let me help you uand... As I look at you now, I see nothing more than a beggar here, lost in her own dream, and self induced fantasy. This whole pce surrounding us is nothing more than your hopeful dream for a future that could never exist! You are running away, from what you truly are beggar child...

  -NO! I AM NOT! NOT ANYMORE!

  Nizzal screamed at the man as she was momentarily ed by emotions, she couldn't accept such a thing. It made her insides crawl and rage against such lies! They must be lies, there is no other possibility!

  -You should never fet from where you came from, Nizzal the Beggar, you should never fet that, because there are things you ever ge.

  Nizzal couldn't hold back her rage anymore, as she said to the man she now was vinced hated more than anything...

  -I am not a beggar anymore. You should know that already Darth Revan... just as you should know, that we ge from what we once became, if we really want to.

  A chilly silence began to fill the pce around the two. One person hidden among the darkness and one encircled by a dimming ray of light.

  -If that is the case, little beggar, then show me that I am wrong.

  There was a short pause betweewo sentences as the man couldn't help but smirk out loud.

  -After all, you already showed us to have humility befitting one of your people, now let's see if you ck the spioo.

  Nizzal, closed her eyes, as the ray of light that shined until now dimmed further until it pletely disappeared, the darkness cimed everything for a few seds. Then a silver ray of light parted the darkness, burning with an unusual ferocity.

  It was a silver lightsaber, held by a girl covered in the robes of beggars, but her expression was not belonging to a beggar anymore. She was filled with determination as she held out the bde fag the endless darkness, without hesitation.

  Now, she was a warrior. A warrior with a single goal in front of her eyes.

  Not far from her in the cover of the dark a red single bde had been ignited, which was soon followed by another purple ohe two bdes were lifted up and crossed in front of their holder's body sending a few bursts of sparks throughout the room. Their light has shown the eery form of a warrior cdded in dark armor, his face hidden behind the mask of a long dead mandalorian.

  There were no more words exged betweewo as the sound of crag thunder roared. Lightning strokes across the field of emptiness filling the entire cave with an otherworldly hue. A sith lightning was unleashed from the left hand of the twi'lek girl. The lightning had a strange purple color that was a sign of extremely pressed darkside energy. A by such lightning without the a few yers of force shields and specific armor that is resistant to su attack would be killed immediately.

  The warrior fag the attack didn't panic, he simply held out one of his swords while creating an interward sug whirlpool around the bde. Through a teique somewhat simir to Vaapad he caught the lightning and slowly eled it through the lightsaber until it pletely dissipated.

  When Revan looked up, from this process, he couldn't see his oppo anymore. He looked to the side, but the darkness and silence were everywhere. The girl's presence was masterfully hidden in the force as well, he couldn't sense her, therefore he decided to wait.

  Suddenly the sound of a freshly ignited silver bde appeared behind him. He did a fast pirouette defleg the ining pierg attack to his right while striking towards the neck of his oppo with his other bde.

  The twi'lek girl, moved with the motion of her deflected bde and danced out of his bde's reach, while simultaneously sending a stream of this time less densed blue lightning towards Revan to stop him from following up with atabsp;

  Revan used his purple bde to absorb the lightning while turning off his red saber. He reached his y hand upwards making a grabbing motion which was soon followed by the ear pierg sound of a crag stone.

  The cave where they were began to shake furiously uheir feet, huge cracks running along the walls and the floor, eae geing sharp soundwaves simir to a bomb bst wave, eg through the breaking apart cave.

  Nizzal looked at the incredible spectacle in utmost awe as she watched the ceiling above her part in two revealing the almost fotten night sky, filled with twinkling stars. She slowly turned her face back towards Revan. His face was still covered with the mask of a female mandalorian warrior, the mask he had found long ago, which has bee the symbol of the person ter named Darth Revan.

  The man sensing the eyes of the girl on himself spoke up.

  -This is the power of the force, look at it child, this is what I expect from a Grandmaster of my Order!

  Nizzal, swalloved drily, as she looked up once more and saw that ead every piece of the cave's ceiling was individually levitated through the air, like floating ptforms leading up to the very stars.

  On a sudden whim she decided to jump up on one of the floating rocks, then from that to another and another, until she finally reached up to the edge of the cave, and immediately jumped through it.

  She was out of the cave, standio the crater that Revan had just created. Her feet that were covered with ripped off clothes touched the slightly wet green grass and she breathed in the fresh air, smelling the st of wet grass, and forest leafs.

  It was a freeiion, fulfilling even. As if she finally came home. She sensed her fighting spirit slowly sipping away, as a sense of mencholy began to take its pce. Home... that was all she ever wanted in her life, that was what she truly wanted, a peaceful home, where she could rex her tired limbs, without ahering her... A home, where her loving family waits. She felt her grasp weaken on the bde as the sense of warmth filled her body, why would she need a bde anyway...

  There was but a strange sense of dread that still stopped her from dropping the on, she hat, for something, something important... She looked around the clearing, as far as her eyes could see there were only this peaceful sary, endless pastures, singing birds and a rich lively forest tht.

  The words of her master sounded in her mind, "A gray lightsaber is a symbol of your dedication to always seek the truth instead of the fort so often found in the shadow of lies. Lies created by ourselves to serve as a foundation of our own siess. It is the simbol of those who sciously choose to walk the harder path. If you take good care of this bde, it will protect you, and help you to cut out the siess wheime es. Remember this."

  Protect me... Yes, I was fighting with someone... wasn't I? Yes! How could I fet... I was fighting with Revan!

  Nizzal opened her eyes, but she couldn't see the starry sky anymore. Only the thick darkness, she blinked a few times to verify that her eyes were indeed open. She felt fused but there was no more time to think about this, because out of nowhere an ignited red lightsaber was cutting towards her neck from her left side horizontally.

  She rolled tht in a panic, sensing the bde's warmth barely missing her neck by mere timeters. The attacker however didn't hold back as he tio push forward with arike. She couldn't roll out of this one's way she had to block it.

  As she came out of the roll she immediately took up a half kneeling position grabbing her lightsaber with both hands. The purple bde was striking towards her shoulder drawing an ominous hue through the darkness.

  She raised her arms into position and ignited her silver bde in the nick of time to cross the heavy blow. The weight of the bde ushing her arms back, the man was much more powerful then her, she had to do something or this battle would end here.

  Nizzal's brain was already w in overdrive when the force sent her a sign of ining danger. From her back. She looked backwards halfway, and saw with widened eyes as a red lightsaber was whirling through the air heading directly towards her unprotected babsp;

  There was o run, she uood as her head whipped back towards Revan, seeing that his other hand holding the red saber was y. He must have thrown it at the moment when I rolled to my side. That was the only moment when I couldn't see his as.

  But I won't go down that easily!

  Nizzal closed her eyes, as she focused her will. The bde whirled through the air getting closer and her arms were pushed backward inch by inch as she gritted her teeth as the muscles in her arms screamed with agony.

  Just a little bit more. Her eyebrows furrowed as a streak of perspiration dribbled down her dimly lit face.

  Cold words rang through the shadows...

  -You have failed.

  -Not yet.

  Answered Nizzy silently, as a loud crack echoed through the cave, a huge stactite fell at the pce a few meters behind Nizzal, crashing into the ground from the ceiling. Effectively defleg the ining lightsaber and sh both fighter with small projectiles of broken rocks.

  Nizzal felt her back sting with pain as the gravel pieces scratched her skin. She didn't have time to care, as the sudden wave of gravel distracted Revan for a sed.

  At that moment, Nizzal used all her might and pushed back the purple saber just enough to make a panicked roll backwards and successfully get out of the reach of the deadly blow.

  -Amusing.

  Stated Revan, as he looked at the heavily breathing girl in front of him. He stretched out his empty hand and the red bde flew bato his waiting palm.

  With that, he charged forward and cut towards the form of the petrifide girl. She tried to raise her arm to block the bde but she wasn't quiough as the bde cut through her body diagonally.

  Revan himself was surprised by this oute, as he turo look at the body only to realize there was no body left behind. His eyes widened with a sudden realization as he excimed.

  -Mirage!

  Revan's senses were overwhelmed by force warnings screaming of dangers from every dire around him, he looked around but couldn't find the light of the iic silver bde. Even now, when the presence of the girl earing at random pces in the cave. Often in more than one pce at the same time as if she multiplied while he didn't look at her, it was a teique to distract his senses and it proved effective in fooling him.

  He was turning around in his pce, reag to the stro warnings. Whenever he turhere was nothing to find.

  There was a sudden and unusually powerful warning, aurned in its dire to block a silver bde. He was ready to deliver a ter strike to the foolish child, only to realize that the bde wasn't held by a was trolled by telekinesis.

  His eyes widened as another fring force warning came from his back. He turned halfway ready to ter the twi'lek that he expected to attack him from the back while still having to stantly block the telekiically trolled saber with one of his bdes.

  Wheurned half way to fight off the ining enemy he didn't find the girl, but he did find a bunch of fist sized rocks that crashed into his body, he did mao deflee of them with his bde, but a few pieces did mao pass his guard. One crashed into his helmet from the front knog him backwards f him to make a quick backstep to stop himself from falling prone on his babsp;

  The effort was futile however, as his legs were swept from under him, by a low kick that was clearly anticipating his first backward step. The girl couldn't find an opportunity to attack him, therefore she created one.

  Well dohought.

  He fell on his back, but rolled with the motion immediately turning off his sabers to save himself from actal injuries caused by his own ons.

  The momeurned off his bdes he felt a powerful lighting crash into his body. He gritted his teeth as the pain and vulsions ran through his muscles and nerves, but he still finished his roll, and stood up at the end. His armor and force shields defended him from the brunt of the attack. But still, they were annoying, he igniting his bdes to ralize the lightning strike which was closely following the first one.

  -You have learned well.

  Stated the men as he deflected the lightning with ease. Then he added with a wave of anger leaking into his voice.

  - Let's see how you deal with this.

  Nizzal was sending waves after waves of blue lightning at Revan with her left hand, while she pulled back her still floating saber intrasp with her other hand. This was the most ideal fighting strategy she preferred to use, one practical for her current size. It was at that moment, when both her instincts and the force screamed into her mind, they warned her of ining danger.

  There was no time to react, her force shields were squeezed from every dire with a crushing raw force attack. The shields were fring uhe pressure as they began to break apart leaving her bare to any ining attabsp;

  As the st of her barriers broke down, the whole pressure directly hit her body, she was engulfed in a force hold, that petrified her whole body, forced her limbs apart at her sides, and lifted her up about half a meter high into the air.

  The force crush was squeezing her body harder and harder. The pain was unbearable, she sensed her bones slowly bending in unnatural dires uhe excruciating pressure. Her sight turned hazy, as she watched the form of Revan walk closer to her. At the light of her own lightsaber which was still grasped in her hand, but she couldn't move it, no matter how hard she struggled.

  She saw that this time both of Revan's arms were stretched forward in her dire, he clearly focused all of his attention to maintaieique around her, his bdes were hanging on he side of his belt.

  Nizzal stopped struggling to free her entire body from the deadly teique. Instead she focused her will into her lungs and throat solely. The moment she stopped defending the rest of her body from the force teique, sounds of snapping and breaking bones filled the cave.

  White hot pain blinded her mind as she finally opened her mouth and screamed eling all her pain and hatred towards the cloaked figure. Her scream fueled by darkside energies, empowered by her pain and hatred sent forwards a trated storm of ive energy, crushing into the body of the surprised oppo.

  The man immediately released the teique as the table was now turned on him. He was using all of his skills to fight off the bck cloud which ure maion of death cirg around him, draining his life energy and willpower with every passing sed.

  Revan's force shields broke apart even faster than Nizzal's uhe assault of the extremely deathly teique. He saw that even his arman to corrode from the touch of the thick miasma. With a st burst of energy that he fueled into his fist he hit the floor creating a burst of statiergy around him dispersing the cloud of death at st.

  He felt weak, and dazed as a rge part of his life energy was drained by that teique.

  The moment the miasma dispersed he was attacked by a fresh burst of blue lightning which he mao roll out of its way, but it was immediately followed by another and ahe sed one was absorbed in his outstretched palm through a defensive force teique. It was at that moment he realized that the lightning was extremely weak and it couldn't do much harm to him even if it hits normally. Even now, when his force shields were ripped apart his armor would easily el most of the energy into the ground. Using this high level abs teique was a waste of energy against such weak attacks. Which he had little to spare after he was drained by that ominous miasma.

  The girl had already lost, she was simply stretg the time with such pitiful attempts.

  Revan smirked victoriously, as he stopped abs the lightning with his open palm. He should use his bde to defend himself against such pitiful attacks. But the sword wasn't in his hand, it was hanging on his belt. And the wave of lightning was about to be sent at him.

  He decided to risk it, even if it hits him with one lightning strike that was so weak he will only have to grit his teeth for a few seds.

  He used the force to pull the bde from his belt into his outstretched arm, but just as he expected it was too te the lightning crashed into him. The moment the attack reached him, he saw blood red lightning run along his body. The energy was so dehat it immediately began to melt his insides along with his armor which began to melt together with his partly cooked skin. The moment the lightning ehe backsh of the eleagiergy propelled his body backwards crashing it into the rocky wall of the cave.

  His armor was made and reinforced with sith alchemy, however the lightning that hit his body, was unrealistically powerful. The energy burhrough his muscles and flesh, seriously damaging his heart and lungs among many other important ans. He didn't uand, how could the lightihis strong? If he khat it was this powerful, he could have absorbed it by aeique, he didn't do so, because that teique was to... and his life force was already drained after...

  Revan's eyes widened with a sudden realization.

  She used my drained lifeforce to attack me... so that was why... now I see. It seems my overfidence, has led me astray once more.

  Nizzal at this moment was leaning against the stactite that she had pulled down earlier as she was breathing heavily and her whole body was literally on fire, her limbs were screaming with pain.

  All her limbs were shaking fiercely and she was uo lift her arms anymore... they were hanging by her side limply while spasming at random times. She just used aremely densed lightning strike against Revan, which was far behind her level of trol. She did everything she could, to lead him astray, sending a series of weak lightning at him. It was all in blind hope, that he would make a careless mistake letting down his guard just for a sed, allowing for her to unleash most of the energy she accumuted with the life draining miasma. She couldn't afford to miss, because she was uo trol suteacks as she was now. That attack was her st hope.

  She could only pray that a si would be enough, as she listened and waited in the darkness slowly ed by pain. She tried to soothe her injuries with a lightside healing teique. Her skin was burned by lightning, her left arm was broken in several pces just as her legs and many of her ribs. Some of her fingers were also broken on her right arm, which she used to grab onto the fallen stactite. She couldn't fight anymore, she wasn't even sure if she could survive this without help.

  Even so, she listeo the sounds of the cave while holding back her breathing.

  To her surprise, there were no more sounds of movement. Only a voice came from the darkness. A voice that lifted her from this hell, to the heavens of existen a few minutes.

  -You are worthy. Now the part of your Sith training has been fulfilled too. As part of the old Sith tradition, I Darth Revan as the judge of your trial hereby grant you the Sith name of Darth Waif.

  -Embrace this name for what it is, may it always remind you of yreatest weakness, use it to harhe pain to your advantage, and it will give you the power you o push forward.

  -The weakhat you dreaded to remember now has been turned into a source of yreat power. The of your past, has been broken.

  -Now you have been reborn, as a true master of the forow you are a Grandmaster of both the light, and the darkside. Go now, Darth Waif, enjoy ylory as long as it sts.

  A civilian citizen's anonymous question to the Order of the Grey. Publicized in the operoni of Unity.

  Five me for my straightforward approach, but in my humble opinion, The Grey Order, is an overly mystified gathering of half crazed lunatics who for oate that they sehe future in aween many other simirly ridiculous statements. I mean, nobody would openly argue about the fact that they have a strange power. We all withe for a, it is clearer than the light of the meical sun of Unity. Many of us have friends or family members who are blessed with the same sort of power, we all know it exists and I don't pn tue with that fabsp;

  But looking into the future, now that's where I say stop spewing bullshit. Our cherished apostles led by the force have long since decided for us to live in seclusion from the world. Then why is that, that from our very childhood we were enced to learn of the wanders belonging to the outside world, but we were forbidden to visit it. They say it is for our own safety, and that the time has not e yet for us to reveal our presence, but is it really their pce to decide such things? Why is it that you only leave, if you join a fa of the military, or travel with special escorts oire way.

  Is there really an enemy out there, that we have to hide from, or is it nothing more than a fre of the imagination to keep us here? I would like the Order to crify my question in a more detailed way, then they usually do.