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“It’s real,” he told her. “I’m alive. You’re alive.”Â
The first time they connected through the Force, it was when they were both dreaming: in separate tents, under Master Obi-Wan’s teachings, with the rush of their first saber spar still flowing in their veins. It wasn’t dark like this. They frolicked in a field of flowers on Hitaka, Fury’s home planet. Now, this was no dream. Fury did not let his conscience go so astray as to conjure up ghosts like her. Because even the remembrance of her, as quick and happenstance as a stone skipping more than once on water, was enough to make him feel.Â
And if there was anything he had learned about the life of a sith, it was that darkness had no tolerance for any emotion that wasn’t hate or anger.Â
As they stood in front of each other, Fury tried to decipher where she was in the galaxy. After scouring every planet for her, the Order was convinced she was dead. But now that she was alive, he knew what he needed to do.Â
“It’s only a matter of time before I find you, Byolist Thar.” The words came out slow, so she could hear her name– her true name. “Join me or die.”Â
  She wanted to believe he was just a ghost, a vision only the dark side would want her to see. The Force was always strong with her - on both spectrum, never quite balanced. She wanted nothing more than to believe he was just a makeshift vision or a warning. But Chey knew better. She searched her feelings and could feel his heart beat, feel the energy pouring from him wherever he was in the galaxy.Â
  He was alive, and she was alive.Â
  Chey stumbled back at the sight of him, not able to see through the mask of his. She searched for a spark of light in him, searched for a sign of uneasiness to show he wasn’t completely lost, but her mind was too fuzzy in her weakened state.Â
  But when he spoke that name, the name she did so well to erase from history, she feared that perhaps he was right - he is no longer Joseph. Raising her blaster towards him, her hand shook gently but she kept a strong face. “Byolist Thar died years ago,” she spoke sternly. “I am the master of my own fate. I do not follow or take orders from anyone, certainly not you.” She kept her blaster up, though she was certain it would likely do nothing but get him out of her head. Her face softened slightly as she looked at him with a pleading expression.Â
  “Joe... Take off the mask. Let me see you.”Â









