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Tarre Vizsla.

The Jedi Mandalorian.

Manda'lor the Uniter.

One thing history loves to forget is that Alor Vizsla had a child.

A foundling.

His padawan.

His daughter.

Mandalore forgot her. The Jedi remember her, but do not wish to acknowledge she existed.

She just disappeared one day. Gone with the motion of time.

Ironic the clan that lost its way, never forgot her.

YOU SHOULD HAVE LISTENED TO YOUR BUIR. NOW LOOK WHERE YOU ARE YOU FOOLISH CHILD.

the force was uneasy-unsure-confused

This wasn't supposed to happen.

Well this will change things won't it.

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"Buir! Buir!" Atin shouted from the end of the tediously long corridor. "There's something over here!"

"Careful, don't touch anything Atin." Tarre warned knowing Atin's habit of get into trouble.

Did she listen? No. She did not.

"Elek buir." Atin rolled her eyes as she walk towards a glowing holocron. It sang to her through the force.

Come closer young one

 The future awaits, the song war calls for you.

Atin slowly reached for the glowing holocron. It pulsed underneath her fingers as she touched it.

"ATIN NO!" Tarre bellowed for Atin.

Too late.

"Buir!" Atin screamed as a bright light consumed her whole being, beskar and all.

"Buir!" Atin shouted. Her voice echoing of the walls of a now empty and crumbling version of the corridor she was just in.

"Buir?" Atin whispered as her voice shook. Her eyes tracing the vines that now decorate the walls that surround her.

Not a soul responds. The walls start to suffocate from the vines as the corridor became an abyss. The walls cried of loss and bloodshed.

Atin stared where her father once stood. There was no evidence that he was ever there. Her chest tightened as the silnce became to loud for her bare. She couldn't keep her buy'ce on it was becomeing to tight to breath. She quickly pried it off as she cradled it in her arms.

The quiet started closing like a pack of rapid strills. 

Where is buir?

WHAT DID THAT THING DO?

"Hello?" A deep voice called. "Who's over there?"

"Over here!" Atin yelled. Manda please be some one that will help. It was foolish of her really to shout out like that, but all she could think was to get out of this place.

A jedi emerged wielding a violet blade, he shined bright with in the force. "What is a Mandalorian doing here? What is your name young one?"

"Atin Vizsla, Padawan of Tarre Vizsla."

Truth rang through out the force. A large shatterpoint crashed as the young padawan introduced herself.

"Do you know where you are, young one?" Master Windu asked trying not to wince from the pain of the shatterpoint exploding.

"A jedi temple? The one me and buir were sent to." Atin dragged confused on why he was asking her this, "Council said there was a strange energy coming from this temple.."

"Tarre Vizsla reported you missing almost 900 years ago." Master Windu explained. "What happened?"

There was silence as Master Windu watched Atin collapse to the floor. She was in complete shellshock. More shatterpoints started to form around her. Her chest tighten as a look of horror fell across her face.

"No. NO. I should have listened to him." Atin started panicking. "I touched that thing over there because it started singing in the force and now I'm here. Buir told me not to touch it yet I still touched it!"

Master Windu observed what looked like a holocron. It wasn't Sith nor was it Jedi. It was older than both. It felt like a vacuum that refused to close.

"Let's get you back to the temple and talk to the council about this." Master Windu groaned rubbing his temples.

Atin couldn't understand why the holocron sent her almost 900 years into the future.

She stood in the middle of the council chambers staring at her feet. Listening. Waiting.

"We can't have a Mandalorian in the order! They're terrorists!" one cried.

"She is also still a padawan of this order." Master Windu snapped.

"Her father attached to she is." Yoda added.

"With all due respect don't I get a say in this?" Atin interrupted frustrated. "I am just as much of a Jedi as I am a Mandalorian, and this my future we are talking about."

She glared at the green troll. Everyone could tell this was going to be difficult, "And what do you mean Mandalorians are terrorists?"

"There have been several recent cases of Mandalorians attacking Jedi Knights and some younglings."

"Those are not Mandalorians! Those are dar'manda, and those who kill younglings are demgolkas and hut'uun!" Atin growled. There was an air of certainty. No good respectful Mandalorian would ever do that.

"Well if you want to continue your padawanship, you will need another master." Master Windu began. "The council has come to decision that one of the council's members would be best since they would...understand your situation better than most..."

"Ok." Atin sighed defeated. This was the only way.

"Master Plo Koon has volunteered to take over your teaching." 

"Who is Plo Koon?"

"That would be me." The kel dorian spoke up.

"I accept." Atin replied with a resigned tone. This was her future now.

THE SUN HAS BEGUN TO SHINE

DO NOT LET IT BURN YOU 

LISTEN FOR THE DRUMS OF WAR