As they ran through the halls of the Temple, Jolie was the only one who didn't look like an anomaly with her Jedi attire. Flint looked more like a street person than a Jedi.

"Why won't they pick up!" Flint yelled in frustration as he kept trying to get a transmission through to the Jedi High Council.

"They're probably busy," Jolie said calmly, countering Flint's panicked state.

They kept running to the elevator. When they reached it, they didn't bother to let anyone else on. They didn't have long before Evander, Alda, and the ship would come crashing towards the planet, bringing destruction with it.

Bursting into the Council Room, they were greeted with looks of confusion and agitation.

"What is the meaning of this?" Master Mundi asked.

"We've been trying to reach you all day. There's a ship, that you picked up on your scanners, filled with proton bombs. It's being remotely controlled from the moon we crashed on and is heading straight for the Temple." Flint reported,"We've tried everything but we can't get control of the ship. It will be here any minute."

Alda and Evander sat in the cockpit, getting a transmission ready for Flint and Jolie.

"We're out of Hyperspace and hurtling towards Corascaunt. Is the Temple evacuated?" Alda asked over comm, not the least bit concerned for their own safety.

A frustrated and panicked Flint answered,"No! We're working on it now. The Council said they-," he paused and got choked up,"-they will have to gun the ship down before you hit the surface..."

Evander and Alda exchanged a sorrowful, but knowing look, then nodded to each other.

"Do it," Evander said.

"No, we have to try! They're trying to get through to the Republic Military, they can probably stop the ship somehow," Flint protested with shouting in the background.

"No, gun the ship down! We can't be the reason that so many people will die!" Alda said.

"Plus, we're gonna die wether the bombs go off or we're gunned down, so do the practical thing and gun this ship down!" Evander added.

Flint was saying something but it was inaudible and muffled. Even though they weren't strong with the Force, Evander and Alda could sense the conflict and utter sadness from their friend. But they knew he would do the right thing.

Suddenly they could hear Jolie take the comm,"We are not gunning you down. I can stop this!" Rare enthusiasm and urgency in her voice.

"Jolie? Jolie?!" Alda's voice was filled with pure confusion and worry.

"She's gonna get us all killed!" Evander yelled, annoyance now seeping into his face.

"Flint, what is she doing?!" Alda asked, now panicking.

"I don't know! I'm trying to keep up with her!" Flint exclaimed.

"That girl is crazy, what does she think she can do?" Evander asked Alda.

"I have a feeling we're about to find out."

The ship had entered the atmosphere of Corascaunt. To meet it's match.

Jolie was running as fast as she could go, dodging other people running for the exits of the Temple. Red blinking lights dimly lit the halls and sirens echoed throughout the ancient structure. The other Jedi were running out the back, away from the ship. She, on the other hand, was running towards it.

"The exit is the other way!" Someone yelled to her. She ignored them.

Scenarios and consequences were playing through her head. She was taking a massive gamble. If she failed, then her friends, herself, and the Temple would be destroyed. If she failed.

Bursting out the huge main doors to the Temple, she saw the ship. It was going so fast it looked more like a meteor, with the sparks and flames coming from the nose.

This was it. Now or never.

She planted her feet, closed her eyes, and outstretched her hands. She felt the force, the inertia, from the ship. The insane speeds and danger it possessed. The death that this one ship could bring.

Her head began to ache. Her skin went cold and pale, but per usual, she was sweating. She knew this would happen. She just didn't know if she could handle it this time.

Now she was rapidly realizing just how heavy this ship was. Just how difficult it would be to bring it to a halt. Still, her feet were glued to the steps of the Temple and she leaned forward into the weight of it all. Though, that of course would bring more symptoms. Her ears were ringing. So loud that she couldn't hear anything but that awful sound, drowning out all her senses. Grimacing, she powered through it.

She pushed against the ship, more and more, until she finally felt herself get some hold of it. Opening her eyes, she saw for herself that it was slowing down. If it weren't for the pains she was having, she would be smiling. Closing her eyes again, she kept on pushing. Holding back this ship that was still exponentially speeding up and weighed ten times she did.

It was now close enough to touch the tops of the skyscrapers that covered every inch of Corascaunt. Her grasp was just as strong, but she was weakening fast. All of the Force Pains sinking in, she sunk to her knees, feeling tears stream down her cheeks, summoning every ounce of strength and endurance she could find.

The ship miraculously kept slowing down until she couldn't bear it anymore. She fell back.

Luckily, that was long enough.

Evander and Alda sat in the cockpit, bracing for death, yet feeling the ship slow down.

"How is this happening?!" Alda asked.

Evander looked down, squinting. "Is that who I think it is?"

Alda looked now too. "Oh my god!" She looked over at Evander, jumping out of her seat,"Jolie is actually stopping it!"

Evander brought his comm up,"Flint! Jolie's on the front steps stopping the ship!"

"She's what?!"

"Jolie!" Flint yelled as he bounded down that stairs of the Temple. She was lying on her back with one knee still bent up to the sky. To his disbelief, the ship was stopped at the base of the steps. No harm was done, at least to the ship.

Evander and Alda came running out, coughing from the smoke on the outside of the aircraft, and met Flint by Jolie.

"Are you alright?" Alda asked her, extreme worry on her face.

Jolie just nodded before her eyes began to flutter shut.

"We need to get her to a healer," Evander said, getting up to clear a path through the chaotic halls.

Alda bent down, hooking one arm under her knees and the other under her back. Then, after picking her limp body up, she started running after Evander.

Flint ran next to her, tapping her shoulder and talking to her, desperately trying to wake her up. She seemed so frail now, so helpless, but they had all learned by now to not be fooled by that.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Jolie opened her eyes. She looked around her and saw the surroundings of a room in the Halls of Healing. There was a scanner next to her monitoring her vitals. All seemed normal.

Until she saw it. The Shadowy Figure that had appeared in her room just days before. She was more fearful now.

Last time, it was speechless. This time, however,  was different.

"Fake."

She looked at the dark, smoky, human form with confusion and fear. The voice was echoey and ambiguous. She had no idea of who it belonged to.

"Who are you?" She asked softly.

The figure slowly raised it's arm and pointed to her with an outstretched, terrifying finger, finally seeming to take a solid shape.

She shut her eyes and rubbed her temples, praying this was some sick illusion from the accident. When she opened them, the figure was gone. It left no traces. But it lingered in her mind.

Fake...

This was no illusion.

       
        Meanwhile, high in the Council Chambers, an older man was meeting with the Jedi Council. The older man being Master Dan Rursi. Jolie's Master.

"I really believe we need to tell her the truth," Rursi said from his stance in the middle of the circle. The members of the Council all sat surrounding him in their different chairs. He stood with his hands behind his back, respectfully.

"When the time comes, know she will," Yoda said.

Like always, he condemned his frustration,"Master Yoda, she's 18. Not to mention, she's probably lost and confused and scared. She keeps having those... the... I don't know what they're called. But these "Force Pains" keep occurring and they're getting worse," Rursi explained.

"We don't know for sure if that's what's causing them. They could be unrelated," Windu said, making a slight gesture with his hand as he spoke,"What you're also not taking into account, Master Rursi, is the impact on the results if she were to know the truth." His face was stone cold, emotionless.

Rursi just sighed in defeat, knowing he wouldn't get anywhere. "I'm going to go check on her," he started to walk out but paused and spoke over his shoulder, a sharper tone,"I'll report my findings."

The three crew members were in the cockpit of their ship, all in their respective seats. Except Jolie.

"She's gonna be okay, right?" Flint asked.

Just outside the window they could see the bomb-ship being taken care of. Alda smiled and put a hand in his arm reassuringly,"I'm sure she's fine," she shook her head slightly,"I still can't believe she did that."

Evander chuckled,"Must be the Chose One," he made silly gestures with his hands and a funny face.

Alda elbowed him from her seat and they all laughed. Flint went on to explain the events at the ball.

"It was so... I don't know. Weird. It was like she turned into another person," he scratched his ragged hair,"I'm not sure what to think."

"What do you mean?" Evander asked, not intrigued.

"Well, if she acts so drastically different in high-stakes situations, is that really a good thing?" He asked.

"She did get the job done," Alda pointed out.

Flint sighed,"Maybe it's just me but it really did seem strange for her. I'm talking bounty hunter level sass and swagger, lying, stealing, I'm pretty sure she corned some woman in a bathroom to get information, and have you seen her arms?"

Alda and Evander's eyes widened as he went through his list. They both shook their heads.

"In order to evade the guards chasing her, she first had to maneuver through the dance floor, then she jumped to a chandelier and used that to swing herself through a stained glass window all the way across the venue. Her arms got pretty banged up and she's got one bad incision on her face," Flint gestured in his arms where Jolie had hurt hers. His photographic memory kicked in and he remembered the exact locations.

Evander smirked and leaned back in his chair,"I'm starting to like her," Alda glared at him and he leaned forward again,"I'm kidding! Is she okay?"

They both looked expectantly at Flint. "She patched herself up pretty well. She was really calm about it all too. Almost like it's happened before."

"It wouldn't surprise me," Evander said frankly.

"She is an enigma," Alda added.

She's a mystery, Flint thought to himself, There's more to her then we know.