<em>Cots laid in neat rows before her.  Assembled and laid out so orderly and with such precision she knew this place to be medical.  Each cot occupied by a familiar face.  Every patient she had ever touched, every wounded fellow she had laid eyes upon lay there.  Pain stretched out over some, peace over others.  Failures of her healing touch every one of them.  Either she could not save them with her saber or with her healing skills, Kassey Lehane saw her failures lined up before her.  She walked this disappointing hallway with shame building on every step.  Stalking behind each cot was a shadowy figure she knew to be Death.  A bony hand extending to extinguish the flame of life from every person that occupied her cots.<br/><br/><strong>Death is inevitable.  You will always fail.</strong><br/><br/>The voice might have been her own.  Might have been another.  She could not tell in this place.  Around her she heard the crying of one figure.  A child’s sobbing of pain.  Death stood ahead now, at the head of the cot bearing the sobbing child.  Kassey knew already who lay there.  Her greatest gift and her greatest loss, her own daughter.  Already she knew what to expect.  The mark of a lightsaber burn, the signs of torment and pain.  There had never been a chance or choice.  Death stood over her now and Kassey would watch again as her child was taken again.<br/><br/><strong>You can stop this.  Stop it all.  Bring her back, bring them all back.  We never truly die, never truly go.  Find me a vessel and I will show you life eternal…show you her once again.</strong><br/><br/>The power of movement left her as she watched the spark of life fade from her offspring’s eyes.  Watched that familiar face grow cold and still.  Death continued with no remorse, no conviction just like a gardener pruning a bush.  <br/><br/><strong>The Force can stop this.  The Force can save her.  Let me teach you.  How can life be wrong?</strong><br/><br/>A wind swirled to life.  Each body slipping away to rot and dust.  Slowly the body before her did the same.  Ash twisted and lifted until only an empty cot remained.  An empty cot waiting for the next and the next and the next…</em><br/><br/><br/>Endlessly the thought counted over in her mind until she felt the cold sweep into her chamber.  The sound of metal grating on stone woke her from the infinite torture of her mind.  Above her the flickering light was followed by the squealing siren.  A knot formed inside her stomach before coming forward across the interior of her containment.  She griped the edge of the tomb to empty the contents and below her a slab came forward as if beckoned.  Eyes focused enough in the dark to find her weapon and clothing.<br/><br/>Kassey LeHane had been pulled through the ages to serve again.  Perhaps there would be a second chance for her.<br/>