Unknown Future Part 2

By Ginna Wilcoxen and Courtney Kraft

"Just open your senses to the sound of the River and follow your
instincts. It's easy if once you've done it for a while." Octavia gave a
sly grin. "I'm still perfecting it, but learn to trust the living Force
you'll discover so much."

"I'll give it a try..." She closed her eyes slightly and reached out with
the Force. After a few moments, she opened her eyes again. "Er .. I don't
get it. You try."

Octavia relaxed her breathing and thought of the waterfall then reached
out to the Force, and let it surround her. "This way," she said after a

Psylocke smile faltered for a moment. "I hate it when you can do things I
can't," she said jokingly,    as she started to walk in the direction

"Given time, you can do it." Octavia gave her friend an encouraging
smile. "In time you can do anything."

They walked on about five minutes later; Psylocke suddenly stopped and
makes a motion for Octavia to do the same.

"What's wrong?"

Psylocke pointed almost straight ahead toward a cluster of Salm
trees.  "Look," she said breathlessly. A short distance away an Adobe
fawn and its mother are grazing. "Isn't that beautiful?"

"It's nature at its best.

Psylocke glanced back at Octavia. "I'm going to circle around to the
right and see if I can get a better look."

"Psylocke, don't. We should proceed softly so we don't disturb them."

"It'll be okay." Psylocke creeped off toward the right and crawled
through the cluster of trees and out of Octavia's sight. Octavia
tried to follow Psylocke with the Force, but found herself distracted
by the animals.

Suddenly, from off to her right, a scream disturbed the silence.
Octavia turned toward the sound then took off in a run; a sinking
feeling was causing her stomach to tighten.

Octavia moved through the jungle, and stopped when she saw the pool
of liquid before her. Her heart stopped as she saw Psylocke in the
middle of the quicksand, which was rising quickly. "Psylocke DON'T
struggle! It will pull you down quicker!" Octavia yelled looking for
something she could use.

"Octavia!" Psylocke yelled. "Help me!"

"DON"T MOVE!" Octavia cautioned. "I'll get you out!"

"Uh...It's a bit hard to move...anyway," she said, leaning her head

"RELAX!" Octavia moved. She needed something strong and long enough
to reach Psylocke. She could use the force to help aid her in pulling
her out of the deadly trap.

Psylocke could feel the quicksand start to creep up to her chin. She
could barely keep her hands at the surface.

After finding a very strong limb, Octavia went to the edge of the
pool and reached the limb out to Psylocke. "Take hold, GRAB HOLD!"

Psylocke lifted her arms to grab it, but the motion only caused her to
sink another inch. "I can't..."

"YOU can. YOU MUST!" Octavia moved forward, letting her feet touch the
outer barrier. "USE the FORCE to reach for it!"  Octavia felt her heart
pound. This had to work; she had to save her!

Psylocke reached out with the Force and tried to guide it toward her
hand. The stick started to shake, then violently jerks out of Octavia's
hands and into Psylocke's.  Psylocke let out a moan of frustration and

Octavia stared in surprise for a moment, then reached out her hand for
the limb pulling the Force around her. "Hang ON to the LIMB!" she yelled
out to Psylocke. Octavia used the Force to pull the limb as well as
Psylocke with it.  Slowly Psylocke started to slide toward the edge and
closer to Octavia.

Octavia remained calmed, always reaching for the limb, and for Psylocke.


"You'll make it!" Octavia yelled, watching the distance close slow. Too
slow, she was moving too slow! Bending down Octavia stretched out for
Psylocke's hand. "ALMOST!"

Psylocke clung to the stick. "If I let go, I'll sink!"

"YOU have to reach out. I won't let you sink. Come on Psylocke just like
at the top of the falls, WE can do this TOGETHER! Trust me as I trusted

Psylocke clenched her teeth, then suddenly let go and grabbed at
Octavia's hand.

Octavia grasped Psylocke's hand in her. "GOT YOU!" She tightened her grip
around Psylocke's wrist, and began to pull backward, ignoring the
pounding of her own heart.

Psylocke smiled in relief and adjusted her grip. She held on tightly.
"Pull..." Her body suddenly jerked downward a few inches. She cried out,
"Something just pulled on me!"

Octavia moved forward. "REMAIN CALM!" she yelled. "I'VE got you!" Octavia
felt the jerk and moved back again pulling on Psylocke's arm. Keeping her
grip firm, she pulled the Force around her, and used its strength to aid
her in saving her friend.

Psylocke's heart was pounding even harder now as the fear started to
overwhelm her. "Octavia..." She jerked down again, her grip slipping.
"Don't let go!"

"Think of the land Psylocke" Octavia used her other hand to grab hold. "I
WON'T let go. I won't let you go!" Octavia's voice became strained from
concern and fear. "By the Force!" Octavia cursed as she pulled on
Psylocke's form, she had to get her out of there!

Psylocke's mind was jumbled with fear and confusion, unable to
concentrate. "I need..." She jerked again, this time, her head goes under
and nearly yanked Octavia in with her.

Octavia stopped her descent into the deadly pool. What was down there?
What could be pulling on Psylocke? "PSYLOCKE?" Octavia pulled harder.
"PSYLOCKE!" Octavia yelled

Octavia froze momentary as she heard a voice in her mind; it was
Psylocke's voice. It was weak and soft. "You can't save
me...Octavia...you...never could." Slowly, Psylocke's grip starts to

"NO!" Octavia screamed fighting to hang on to her. Inch by inch,
Psylocke's hand slipped away and sunk into the quicksand. Octavia
struggled vainly to keep hold of her, to gain some leverage.

"BY the Force NO! I can't lose you! You have to be saved!" Her own hand
began to sink into the deadly sand she felt Psylocke's hand slip from
hers, she was gone.  Octavia felt Psylocke's presence disappear, her
force signature no where to be felt. Moving her hand in the quicksand
Octavia vainly searched for some clue of Psylocke being there, ignoring
what she already knew. Slowly pulling her hand out she sat on the side of
the embankment. Psylocke's last words rang in her mind.

"You can't save me...Octavia...you...never could."

Octavia jumped to her feet and looked out over the waterfalls.  She had
come up here after her meeting with the council.  She had reported about
the new purge as well as the events that that both she and Medenna had
faced and survived. Octavia only wanted to find a place to think and
gather her thoughts to prepare for what the future held for her.

She only had discovered another dream ^ or a vision ^ what did it
all mean?  Was there a chance she and Psylocke could be friends?  Leaning
her head against her the tree Octavia closed her eyes briefly.  She
needed to stop these visions or find out what was causing them; did they
have a meaning?

Octavia said goodnight to Medenna and looked around her quarters, yet
another meeting with the council. Most of the council were intimidating
people though she found it comforting to see Master Du'Sau sitting
there.  One more meeting, one more session of questions and examination,
but caution had to be taken. There was a chance that not only herself but
also Medenna could have been reprogrammed to betray the Jedi or the
Alliance at a later date.  That could not happen.

Sitting down Octavia began to meditate. She wanted to relax her mind
before she turned in.  She could only hope that Master Skywalker would
return soon, somehow she doubted if her training would continue.  And
regardless of what the council decided, Octavia knew she had to be at
peace and calm about it.  To take life one step at a time and accept the
will of the Force.

Unnoticed, a blue light started to glow in front of her, silently taking
the form of a woman.  She stood there watching the young Jedi in her
meditation.  She looked around he room but remained silent not wanting to
startled the apprentice.

Octavia sensed she wasn't alone, and she opened her eyes then stared at
the image before her. "Who are you?" Octavia asked softly.

The woman before her bore an uncanny resemblance to Psylocke, but her
face was rounder and the eyes weren't as hard. "My name is Larissa. You
have no need to fear me, Octavia."

Octavia studied the woman closely. "Do I know you? You seem familiar."
Octavia paused. "At least your features do."

"No. We have never met ... but you know my daughter Psylocke."

Octavia's eyebrow went up. "Psylocke." The name was merely a whisper.

"Octavia...I was the one who told Master Annan about Psylocke's abilities
all those years ago. Everything he said to the council was true."

Octavia nodded slowly. "I had a feeling it was, but we can't hunt her
down. There's a chance she can be saved."

The ghost looked down for just a moment before looking back up at
Octavia. "I'm afraid she can't. For her own protection and for the
protection of everyone else..." Her voice trailed off never finishing her

Octavia rose to her feet. "Everyone keeps saying that. She isn't lost,
just misguided."  She hung onto that belief.

"Her soul belongs to the darkness now. There was a chance to save her
before. There was a young man in her life ^ His name was Lon. He was
showing her the light, though he may not have realized it. She needs love
Octavia, but you can't give that to her."

Octavia crossed her arms. "Lon? Lon who?"

"I don't remember really. I just remember watching over her with him. She
was so happy. She finally felt the joy of love that I could never give
her. Even Master Annan resented her because of her father."  There was
pain and sorrow in her tone. It was a sorrow that spoke volumes of her
caring for her daughter.

"Then we just need to find him, he could still be the way to bring her

"There is that chance. I want to see her happy...but..." She sighed.
"There's something else you need to know."


"I'm sure you heard about her attempted suicide at Port Lansing...?"

"I was there." Octavia lowered her head. "It was another Jedi who helped
her ... She was agitated when I tried to talk to her."

"Why do you think she would want to kill herself?" she asked solemnly.

Octavia shook her head. "I ... I don't know.  Psylocke seems so sure of
herself of her goals."

"You couldn't know her motivation, because there was no motivation."

"Then why try to kill herself?"  Octavia questioned.

"She didn't.... I'm the one who cut her."

"'WHAT?"  She couldn't believe it. "You mean ^ you took possession of

"That's right. I didn't want her to suffer anymore. I didn't want her to
be hunted down and lynched for crimes she has not done yet. And she is
the sovereign on silence. She will destroy the Jedi ghosts if her powers
fully develop."

Octavia stared at her in horror. "You're ... but you're her mother." 
Memories of her own mother leaving her to survive on her own or to die. 
Were hers and Psylocke's situations that different?

"And I may be the only one who loves her. Who loves her enough to protect
her from herself. At least if she were dead...we could be together...she
could experience the love she has always longed for. I'm not evil
Octavia."  Her tone was still sympathetic and full of sorrow.

"I don't understand. I won't ... none of the Jedi will just kill her.
It's not our way."

"Then you must turn her to the light. It's the only alternative. Octavia,
I came to you because I know you believe. I knew you would listen to me
^ You believe in destiny...and you know that yours is linked with

Octavia let out a sigh. "Yes, I know that our destiny's are entwined. My
grandfather told me as much." Octavia turned to the woman. "I will do
anything I can to help Psylocke, but how do I get close to her?"

"You'll have to find her, but be cautious. She can be very dangerous as
can be those around her."

"I can't make any false promises, I'm still learning myself but if I can
help Psylocke I will."

Larissa seemed to be fading slightly. "You have such an optimistic
outlook, but wars can not always be won with peace talks. If you can't
change her...you know what must be done."

Octavia nodded she knew all too well what would happen if Psylocke
couldn't be turned. "I know." her voice barely a whisper.

"You'll need help. You won't be able to take her on by yourself."

"This Lon?"


"I will try to find him. Do you think he'll still help?"

"I don't know. He might not want anything to do with her anymore ... but
it's a good place to start."

Octavia nodded. "As good a place as any."

"May the Force be with you Octavia...please...help my daughter."  The
voice was one of pleading. "Help her anyway you can."

Octavia watched as the image disappeared. Sitting down on the bed she
leaned backward, and looked up at the ceiling. "Oh Force," she whispered.

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