Fire and Brimstone lUneasiness followed close in her wake as the young girl made her way through the dark winding halls of her lavish Corellian home. No one seemed to be home but Syal made each footfall softer than the pervious. The house was Dark, too dark for that time of day. She knew that her parents and elder sister would not be back home for at least another 30 standard minutes but by now her Grandfather would certainly have turned on the synthetic lights to aid in the construction of the Old Republic Building models hed taken such a fondness to building. The Vos-Beck household was never empty. Not anymore Syals mother was the famous Jedi