The flame had always been her solace, her ever-present guardian, flickering with the promise of eternity. It was strong-everything she could never be. The Order was her sanctuary, the Jedi her people, woven into the fabric of her identity as tightly as the stars are bound to the sky. Yet, what if she were to discover truths that lay buried deeper than ancient secrets? What if the blood of warriors pulsed through her veins, carrying with it a concealed flame waiting to ignite? And what of the band of defective clones, with their mismatched hearts subtly stitching themselves into hers? Faced with these revelations, what path would she choose? Would she shatter the Order that molded her, or would she remain its steadfast disciple? Would she follow the uncharted trails of her heart, or the well-trodden paths of her reason? Only time would reveal the truth, for she was born amidst the inferno, and it is in fire that true steel is forged.