It was supposed to be an easy mission. Go to the planet, deliver the official documents and leave! The whole reason they sent Eve was because she was a Jedi, it was a bluff, a show of strength....and it turned against us so quickly. Eve walked down the corridor of the chancellor's private wing and stood at the highly decorated wooden doors to his office.
"Actual wood on a planet of ice, that must have cost him a small fortune" thought Eve before she opened the door and walked into the large oval office. The old lion behind the desk was giant, he dwarfed Eve in height, his shoulders almost as wide as she was tall. In his advanced years age had taken some of his size but in his prime he must have been a tank. Eve focused on her training and kept a neutral expression, trying not to let him see her insecurity or the fact she was a little intimidated by him.
"Ah, Miss Jedi. I hope you find your quarters acceptable...?" His voice was almost a low rumble that made Eve's bone shake. If anything his voice made him sound even larger.
"The room is very nice, thank you Chancellor however I only need you to sign these legal forms and then I will be on my way back to the Jedi Temple." Despite her training, there was a tiny hint of her insecurity in her voice. For some reason speaking with the Chancellor felt like a child talking to an adult.
'Why did they have to send me on this mission? The probably just promoted me so they could say they were sending a Jedi Knight. I don't belong here! It's cold and I swear this guy wants to eat me. A hint of anger in her mind triggered her own alarms. Jedi training was strict on controlling one's emotions.
'Mind your emotions.'
'Let anger cloud your mind do not'
'A Jedi is ever mindful of their emotions'
She was sick and tired of trying to be a robot, no emotions, no attachments, she would live and eventually die and that would be the end of it.
"Ahem, as I was saying Miss Jedi Knight. I will not sign the documents to align myself with the Republic...I believe the Seperatists simply offer a better deal. They have also informed me they would pay quite well should I deliver a Jedi to them..." a predator's grin spread across the old lion's face as he pressed a button under his desk. Eve responded instantly, a quick snap-hiss of her lightsaber as she drew it from her hip and took a ready stance. The soft hum of her weapon the only sound for a moment as she held it in front of herself in the ready stance of the form II. Eve let a tiny grin cross her face at the memories of the temple. When everyone was learning and she had trouble keeping up and then she started learning form II, it was weak against blasters but she could dodge those anyways but this form allowed her to take all that strength the others put into their swings and direct it against them so well.

The office grew dark, the chancellor just sitting in his chair as a giant transparent screen came down infront of his desk blocking him from the jedi. As Eve was about to try cutting through it a flicker in the force touched her. Dropping down and dodging to the left just as a large blade swung above her, another quick motion and another set of blades just missed her. They were bounty hunters or assassins or something but they were good. She could avoid them, dodge and weave between them, flashing out with her lightsaber but they always protected one another, their weapons able to hold against her own. She counted at least six of them, maybe more but they kept guarding one another when one would strike out two would be ready to defend them. It was getting frustrating, every swing, every carefully aimed strike was deflected. With each defense she grew more frustrated and with each dodge and counter-measure she grew more tired. A sudden explosion of pain came from her leg as one of the assassin's weapons caught her. A thin cut but it hurt and it would slow her down. Another flurry of attacks and she dodged and deflected but one or two shallow cuts, then one deep one striking through her side. It didn't feel like it struck anything vital but it hurt and Eve was having trouble moving. They came closer, they could smell blood in the water and the attacks grew stronger. With each swing and each scratch she realized, she could not defeat them.
"There are too many of them, I'm not good enough to beat them! I can't focus, I can't do anything! They are going to kill me! I don't want to die....Teldon...I have to see him again! No the Order says to live without attachments and to keep your emotions..." her thoughts interrupted as one large blade caught her across the face with the flat side knocking her across the office and into the wall where she crumbled to the floor tasting her own blood in her mouth. Everything was a storm in her head, and then silence. Like the eye of a tornado everything was calm and she stood slowly. Eyes wide as she focused and glared at the enemy.
"To hell with detachment and calmness....my emotions make me who I am, As long as I can feel emotions I know I'm alive and my anger makes me want to kill every one of you Sons of Baarkas!"

Eve couldn't remember what happen after that, she woke on her shuttle as the pilot droid took them into orbit around the planet. Looking down she saw her arms covered in blood, but not her own. Memories came back to her, she had killed them...all the assassins and then she took apart the chancellor limb by limb. He begged her to stop...but she didn't. The memory of what she had done brought a smile to her lips.
"...my emotions make me strong...their detachment makes them fools...I guess that means I'm not a Jedi knight after all...."