The Assassin

On my first night on board the Admiral's ship, I sensed a presence.  A dark presence.  It was an emptiness, that felt Sith-like.  I slept with my lightsaber under my pillow. 

This morning, the Assassin revealed itself.  It had read eyes and a face mask.  I buckled for some reason, and it choked me while I was in the Admiral's quarters.  It began to throw me against the wall when the Admiral opened the communication line and I revealed I was in danger.  He rushed to my aid right when the Sith was leaving.  I was unable to penetrate it's forcefield, and the strangest thing happened.  For some reason, I lost complete control over myself and somehow threw lightening from my hands.  This is a Sith thing to do, and I am frightened.  I do not know what this means.  I am not a Sith, yet my emotions overcame all of the years of my training.

I collapsed onto the bed agonizing over what had happened.  The assassin left without explaining who he was or what he wanted, and I was left bewildered. Who am I?  Am I a Sith like they are?  Or am I Jedi?  I do not know anymore.

Lastly, I was able to establish a telepathic line to the Sith assassin.  It mocked my ability to do so, but in doing so proved that the line was established.

I regained my composure and began my duties as secretary to the Admiral.  To preserve the appearance that I merely work for him, I was assigned separate quarters.