The world was swimming in a myriad of blues and greys. Everything was so weightless and dreamy, it was like floating on a wave of happiness. The soothing sound of bubbling liquids echoed from far away.

Man, Xana thought dazedly. I didn't think the Harbinger's guest quarters could get this nice. Oh wait...what am I here for again?

After some muddled contemplation, she finally remembered. Right, right – I gotta have that holo-conference with Carth today. Som'n about fighting more Sith. Gah, why doesn't this fragging war just end so I can sleep? Sleep sounds so nice right now.

Xana instinctively reached out to turn on her music player, but recoiled when her fingers met solid glass. What the frag is this?

Her hand shot out, roving over her surroundings. There was glass everywhere, and her movements were slowed by some sort of viscous fluid.

Well, this can only mean three things. Either I hit my head while doing a Force jump and I'm in medbay, I've been captured by Sith and am now being used as a wall decoration, or I've had one too many jumas and decided to go swimming in Carth's aquarium.

Please let it be the last one.

Xana's lungs began to ache. She suddenly realized – when was the last time she'd breathed? Her muscles convulsed randomly and she felt herself sinking.

Okay, this is definitely not fun anymore. Epic escape time.

She concentrated and held up her hands, gathering the energy for a massive Force push. In only a few seconds, the palms of her hands began to glow faintly. She made a slight pushing motion.

The tank exploded, sending glass shards and globs of kolto flying everywhere. Xana wiped the goop away from her eyes and hair and stepped out into the room.

"Aww s-s-shizznit." she muttered, wrapping her arms around herself and shivering. The room was drafty, making Xana even more aware of the fact that she was clad only in her black tank top, knee shorts, and Converse. She looked down at the worn sneakers in disdain. "Really. They can leave me my shoes, but a fragging pair of skinny jeans is out of the question? Ugh, where's the med staff on this can?"

Xana looked around at the others floating in kolto tanks around her. They seemed to be healed well enough; sleeping, even. Maybe she could wake one up and ask them for information.

"Scuse me!" she called, knocking on the glass of the nearest tank. The person inside didn't wake up or even twitch to indicate he had heard her. Xana pounded harder on the glass, to no avail. "Hey, WAKE UP! C'mon, I gotta know where the med staff is! This doesn't look like the medbay Carth showed me on the tour of the ship!" The figure's face remained blank.

"Ah...you know, Admiral Onasi? Tall guy, five o clock shadow, really old friend of mine and Star Forge hero?" The guy in the tank still didn't respond, so Xana resorted to making faces and pressing her cheek up against the glass as she waited for someone to show up. She repeated the process with each of the other four patients, quietly giggling all the while.

Finally, she grew bored again and decided that the patients in the kolto tanks ultimately weren't going to help her. "Aw, you guys are no fun." she announced, sticking her tongue out at them one last time.

Xana stomped out of the medbay and into the control center. Her hand froze on the door control when she met an empty room. She looked to the side. The only other exit was sealed shut and smoking.

Yep, this was definitely not good.

She went up to the computer terminal and began to tap away. Her eyes widened in alarm when she brought up the medical records. Apparently, not only did she mysteriously arrive at this creepy mining colony, but someone had administered a dose of sedatives to the kolto tanks. And...she was the only survivor. Xana facepalmed, muttering, "Oops."

She stuck her head into the corridor and called toward the kolto tanks, "Sorry, guys!" Oh wait, it's not like they can hear me anyway. Xana resumed her position at the terminal, rubbing her forehead anxiously. Either she was going mental - well, more mental - or the sedative hadn't completely worn off yet. Maybe a bit of both.

The only options now were to unlock the storage room and morgue doors. Xana lazily selected the latter, if only for the sake of mixing things up.

She entered the small room as the door hissed open, looking around apathetically. No survival tools here. Might as well go and try the storage room. Maybe if I mix all the chemicals together it'll eat away at the door, or I could just shoot Force lightning...hello, what's this?

A glint caught Xana's eye from underneath one of the sheet-draped forms. She carefully extracted the plasma torch from the miner's grip, holding it at arm's length with the tips of her fingers. In her peripheral vision, she just barely caught an old woman rising from the bed in the corner.

"Find what you are looking for..." The woman was cut off by Xana's shrill cry.

"HOLY FRAG, IT'S A ZOMBIE!"

"I am not an...ow!" Xana wasted no time in pouncing forward and smacking the offending figure's head with the butt of her plasma torch.

"Okay look, if this is revenge for your buddies in the kolto tank, I swear I didn't know-" Xana rambled, punctuating every few words with another swing of the torch.

"What are you prattling on about, child?" the woman snapped, finally swatting away Xana's hand.

"Oh wait. So you're not a zombie?"

"I think we've established that I'm quite alive."

"Whoopsie. You could've fooled me, what with your creepy, blank eyes, grody skin, and deep, mannish voice, but whatever." Xana shrugged. "Respect for the dead was never my forte."

"Apparently. It seems your respect for the living leaves much to be desired as well."

"Meh. Not gonna deny it. So who are you anyway?"

"Right," the woman grumbled, "Since you've already ruined my mysterious, dramatic entrance, I suppose I should attempt to salvage the rest of the situation." She cleared her throat and announced in a deep, gravelly hiss, "I. Am. Kreiaaaaaa."

Xana's eyes nervously darted from side to side as Kreia continued to hold out the last letter. She shuffled around from foot to foot, even whistled a bit. Still, Kreia kept on.

This was getting creepy, not to mention highly unnecessary. When the old woman had to suck in another breath to continue the syllable, Xana held up her hand and interrupted.

"Okay, seriously. Is this even necessary-"

"IAMKREIA!"

"No, really-"

"KREIA..."

"Muffins-"

"Kreiaaaaaaaa..."

Xana waited for the syllable to die down this time. After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, she opened her mouth to speak again.

Kreia whispered, "Iamkreiaaaaaaaaaa..."

"Oh, frag this!" Xana snapped. She stormed back into the medical area control room and grabbed a ration bar from one of the supply containers. Turning back around, she chucked it into the morgue and called, "Alright, now you won't die of starvation, so I'm assuming you're set for the next eight hours. I'm gonna go look for my ship, clothes, and weapons. You just stay there and...do whatever it is that you do."

Kreia just sat cross-legged on the floor and closed her eyes. Xana backed towards the door, slowly, and jammed the plasma torch into the controls. All things considered, it was rather stupid to open an unknown door with your back to it. But then again, she would rather face whatever terror was on the other side than have her back turned to the old woman.

Xana turned and was greeted by several limp forms on the floor. A vibroblade lay discarded on the floor right next to one. Xana picked it up and twirled it, switching the plasma torch to her left hand. The figures were marred by plasma burns, which meant that mercs or droids - definitely hostiles - were on the loose. "Bring it." Xana sneered to no one in particular.

She palmed the next door open and was greeted by a volley of poorly-aimed blaster fire. Xana stood there a few minutes, amusedly observing the droids' capacity to miss a still target at point blank range. Eventually, her short attention span won over and she sprang.

Xana jabbed her vibroblade straight into the core of the nearest one, then threw the plasma torch like a dagger. It pierced right through the second droid, causing it to explode. Xana withdrew both weapons with the Force, smirking, "Oh yeah, I still got it."

The next room contained a security desk and a bunch of lockers. Tentatively stepping over what was once the security officer, Xana rummaged through the lockers until she found what she was looking for: a terrantatek tooth on a leather chain, black fingerless gloves, an armored upper-jumpsuit half, and a pair of black skinny jeans with armor panels.

Xana nearly had the getup on when a blue figure shimmered into sight.

Just like old times, eh?"

Xana looked up from fastening her glove. "Trask? What the frag are you doing here?"

Trask's Force ghost shot Xana an irritating grin. "Why, I'm here to usher you through the first stages of your new epic galaxy-saving adventure! Just like last time, except I'm all sparkly-glowy now!" he shouted, waving his arms in the air excitedly.

Xana facepalmed. "Thanks, but no thanks. Wait – how are you even here? I thought only Jedi could to do that!"

Ah, but you see...I was a Jedi. A secret Jedi, sent by the Council to make sure you didn't fall back to the dark side. Of course, that involved protecting you with my life, guiding you off the Endar Spire, following you with a stealth generator, staring at you while you slept, watching you from the air vents, going through your belongings..."

"WHAT?!"

"Uh – nothing. So if we can get to the escaping..."

"Hold up there, Captain Creeper! There is no 'we' here. I am perfectly capable of escaping on my own, so if you could just disappear to the stalker's wonderland from whence you came, that would be great."

The Trask-apparition looked unconvinced. "I dunno..."

"Look, I'm fine!" Xana tersely gritted out. "It's just like a video game. Some massive mystery, fighting harmless droids, reclaiming my ship. It's practically flowers and mushrooms and happy gizkas..." She turned and looked down the set of deserted hallways. "And bodies..."

Ghost-Trask shrugged happily. "All right, if you say so! Back to unicorn-land!" He slowly vanished into thin air, all the while cheering, "Wheeeeeeeeee!"

Xana stood rooted to the spot, eye twitching ever so slightly. "That...was by far, one of the freakiest things I've ever seen." She looked back down the hallway she'd come from. Lo and behold, the top half of Kreia's face was protruding from the doorjamb all the way at the end. Watching her.

Xana broke into a mad sprint.

"They really don't make homicidal droids like they used to." Xana mourned, looking back at the control room full of deactivated mining droids. They were like really crappy versions of her own T3-M4 and HK-47. Had her precious droids even survived the Harbinger?

Xana shook her head and focused on the door in front of her. The force field had been deactivated – what kind of danger lay behind here that would necessitate a force field?

Her vision suddenly blacked out and was replaced with an image of Kreia. She was standing over the man she'd gotten the plasma torch from and holding the ration bar with both hands. She appeared to be nibbling at it while staring intently at the man's face.

Xana could just barely hear the woman rapidly muttering, "om nom nom nom nom nom nom."

She yelped, "Kreia?"

Kreia stopped nibbling and looked at the ceiling, her head jerking around like a confused animal. "You have the wrong number!"

"Kreia!" Xana screamed again.

"What? Who's this?"

"It's me, Xana. I think I'm having some freaky Force-vision of you."

"Oh, hi." Kreia replied, still looking around at the ceiling. "Where are you?"

"In the control room. I'm standing in front of a door."

"Right, right." Kreia cleared her throat and announced grandiosely, "Behind this door lies someone. He means you no harm, but his thoughts are difficult to stalk...I mean read...uh...you have been warned!" She then proceeded to wave her arms in the air while making ominous "ooooooo" noises.

Xana cut in, "Are you quite finished?"

Kreia stopped and looked directly up again. "Yeah, pretty much."

Xana's vision returned to normal. She looked exasperatedly at the door, sighing as she palmed it open.

"Please don't be another stalker..."

A/N: And there you have it! This story takes place after my other fic, Who I Am or Who I've Been. It will be a series of three short chapters that take place on Peragus.

Shout-out goes to writtenrhythm for beta reading this chapter!