15 Years has passed since the female Exile left for the Unknown Regions. Nothing has been heard from her or Revan, male Jedi Knight, she went in search to help against the 'True Sith'. Until one day an urgent message arrives clearly stating Revan and the Exile need help be it Jedi, Republic, or even Sith.....

Trina Gormo, the young Jedi apprentice of her old Jedi Master, Luna Balu, sits in the forest of Endor alone, meditating. As she continues to meditate, she hears a whisper in the Force.

"Help me."

Trina opened her bluish-green eyes. She felt that the whisper came from an Exile... and Revan. She got up, and look around. The tree leaves were rustling, and the wind blew gently. Trina smiled faintly. Then she turned around, heading towards her Jedi starship.

Bastila had just docked on Telos. Her mother had finally succumbed to her illness after a long time battling it.She longed for Revan to be there to help her through this tough time.

Then she felt through the Force a desperate cry - Revan.She clutched her chest. It couldn't be after all these years.

Light years away, a man was inside of a Republic starfighter, his own. The ship, battered and rusted, drifted through space, asteroids and wreckage surrounding it.

Bastila... Carth.... Anyone... Revan calls to you. Please... Come to him. You... know where to find him.

The telepathic thoughts echoed past the void of space in front of him, but whoever heard it, he knew not. His eye sockets were dark, scars painting his body. Now, as he gazed upon more wreckage, and a large, green sphere, he clung to the Force. It was the only thing that was keeping him there, but he only hoped that someone would find him first. Anyone.

The sun shone brightly on the world of Commenor, the breeze was gentle and there were no clouds to be seen in the sky, it was a good day.
Meditating under a tree, Jedi Knight Marko Nastos enjoyed his free time concentrating on the Force, letting his mind flow free from his body and listening to the galaxy's ripple of life. After some order had been restore to the republic, the Jedi had flourished again under the New Jedi Council, compose from both Master Revan and the Jedi exile's Jedi companions. Markos himself had been given a role on the New Order: to seek potential Jedi from some force sensitive new born in his homeworld.

In his free time he took the time to meditate or simply relax, he read some old books or watched holonews. He had found 3 potential candidates that could be accepted as Jedi, but the hardest part was going to convince their parent to-

There was a sudden disturbance in the Force, something like an echo, coming from a far away place. Marko tried to listen to it, but the flow was weak, and then he sensed a familiar presence: it was Revan, the Jedi who had saved him from certain death, but he had died, he had heard Revan died, but if this presence was him....

He took out his comlink, set it to frequency 841 and tried to communicate with the other Jedi, "This is Jedi Knight Markos Nastos calling all Jedi Masters, a faint but yet powerful disturbance has occurred in the Force. I believe is from Revan, who was though dead. I'm returning to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, I request an audience with you there. Markos signing off."

As soon as he had finished transmitting, he went to the nearest spaceport to recover his personal ship and was en route to Coruscant, hoping the Masters had some kind answers to his ever growing list of questions.

Bastila was on her way to Coruscant to meet with the other Masters.Her mind reeling from Revan's call for help.So many years had past would they even recognize each other. So many things had happened since he left.Most of all she wondered why now?

The ravaged starfighter descended now, the man within clutching the controls with his injured hands. As a planet's features came into view, the man gained some hope. That was rare for him, though it used to be the only thing that kept him going. As the ship started to go faster, being pulled into the planet's atmosphere, trees came into view. He engaged the landing gear, knowing that it wouldn't help much in his fighter's condition.

It's hard to believe I could take out Basilisk war droids in this thing, at one point.

That was a long time ago. That was before his fall.

The scorching metal of the hull touched down onto some trees, and then it finally scraped against a forest floor and spun for a few seconds before it slowly stopped. The man, once known as Revan, rested his head on the back of his seat. Suddenly, something that amazed him happened. The hollow wound in his Force connection was filled somewhat, and he had some energy. Perhaps it was the natural flow of Force on this unknown world. Whatever it was, he found the strength to open the cockpit and slip outside, onto the planet surface below.

Keira Twilight went over to her Master Bastila Shan.

" Are you certain Revan is still alive?" she asked her Master.

" Yes. I believe I would know, I would feel his death.Revan and I are Force bonded. After all these years ....." Bastila paused then continued in a stern voice." He's not dead."

Bastila looked out one of the shuttle's windows.She closed her eyes.'Revan ,I'm coming.' she said through the Force, hoping their bond was still strong enough for it to reach him.

Revan put his hand up to his head. A chill, a shock, had just ran through his mind. It wasn't a disturbance in the Force, but more of a transcendence, though still of the Force. It was a Force bond- Bastila's and his.

The words were barely audible, let alone the voice speaking them, but he could tell from the essence and connection. She had heard him, and she would come.

Bastila... Reach for me, touch me through our bond. You can reach me where I stand, in the depths of space. Do not fear it, I'm still here.

The Nar Shaddar Red Sector wasn’t a place one would expect to find a Republic soldier, a female one at that. Yet Matala Logan was one to do the unexpected, whether it be support the Jedi in a time they were hated or seek out leads in this bantha pit of the city. She listened to the Ithorian’s directions to where she wanted to go, slipping the alien some credits when he had finished.
At least this isn’t depressing like other parts of Nar Shaddar. The commando was grateful for not seeking out information in the Refugee Sector, at least not yet. A passerby interrupted her thoughts; her trained senses ready to react as he reached into the vest he was wearing.
“Hey, you wanna buy some death sticks?” Matala’s answer to the slimy proposal was to snatch the drugs from the peddler and smash them to the ground.
“No,” she growled. She kept her angry glare on the spice pusher, daring him to react. He saw the muscled arms that looked big enough to rip him in half and slowly backed away. Paying him no further thought Matala continued her search, the place she was looking for easy to spot thanks to a pair of female Twi’leks standing outside, looking at her with a predator’s gaze. Neither of them was who she was looking for however so she looked their skimpy clothing up and down, gave a quick smile and nod and moved on inside. Behind the counter was a third Twi’lek who looked like who Matala was looking for.
“Welcome to Nar Shaddar…Captain,” she said in her native tongue when Matala showed her ID. “I could have one of our male escorts tend to your needs if that is what you would like.”
“Actually,” Matala said, knowing the Twi’lek wasn’t who she was after, “I need to see your boss.” She made her way to the door behind reception.
“I’m afraid that is not possible.” The Twi’lek got up to keep Matala from entering. “I could arrange a time for you to see him if you give me your name.”
“Your date for tonight.” Matala wrapped her up in a bearhug. As the Twi’lek squirmed to get out she loosened her grip, enough to let the woman know she wasn’t going to hurt her. “Easy.” Matala set her down away from the door and went through before the Twi’lek could stop her. Inside was yet another Twi’lek, this one male.
“What is this?” he asked, rising from his chair. Matala went over and pushed him back down. “This is a legitimate establishment, you can check with the Republic.”
“I’m not here about that.” Matala reached in and pulled out a hologram, which showed a Twi’lek girl, about fifteen. “Have you seen her at all?” she asked, leaning over him and placing a foot on the desk. The Twi’lek knew he wasn’t going anywhere and thought for a moment.
“I don’t recognize her,” he replied.
“You never sought her out at all?” Matala pressed.
“We don’t make a habit of seeking out children.” The Twi’lek fought to not be offended by the suggestion. “As I said this is all legal.”
“She would be about twenty years older now,” Matala informed him.
“No then.”
“How about you?” Matala turned her head a little in the direction of the female receptionist.
“She…” her hostage began.
“…Can speak for herself,” Matala finished for him, waiting for a reply.
“No.” The Twi’lek shook her head, fearful that the commando would hurt her.
“But you’ll let the Republic know if you do see her,” Matala said as a statement of fact.
“I don’t think she would be interested in an establishment such as this.”
“You’ll let them know,” Matala told him firmly, leaving the holo and turned to leave. She looked at the pair of Twi’leks outside again but as interested as they might have been they felt it much safer for their well being for Matala to make the first move. Instead she placed a hand to her ear. “Logan, negative on Nar Shaddar.” She figured the Refugee Sector could be given a miss and instead chose to see if the Jedi had found anything.


As her silver lightsaber pierced through the rubble of what remained after the Mandalorian assault all those years ago Aran Hunter, the Jedi Exile, began to understand how deeply Revan was moved to defy the Order.
As his general she had fought on Duxn, on Sorroco, and Malechor, but never here, not on the Cathar’s home world. Running a hand through her blonde hair as she looked at what used to be a Cathar child’s room, Aran was grateful for Revan not subjecting her to this.
“Don’t look much like a Jedi now,” she mused, the suit she wore filthy with black soot from blasted out shelters. She paused for a moment in case anyone heard her. As much of a distaste it left in her mouth she was wearing an outfit very similar to the one she found on Peragus, distasteful in that she wanted to leave the past behind and as bad as this was Jedi robes, even the gray ones she found, were worse of a reminder. Bearing witness to the destruction that the Mandalorians had left made her certain of the hatred and obsession Revan had, more so than she ever did, and at the Council for not acting. That she knew all too well, the anger at the Jedi. Anger at being cast out, anger at being betrayed and anger at one in particular, Atris, who ever since the Mandalorian wars wanted her dead.
Might she still be alive? she wondered. The last Aran saw of the fallen Jedi was when she left her at the mercy of her Sith holocrons fifteen years ago. She could still hear her begging for mercy even now and have often wondered if it was the right thing to do. She was a Sith, she reasoned, equally angry at always having to run, Master Vash’s death, Nihilous, Sion, the Sith acting as if she was their master when she entered the Trayus Academy…and Kreia. It seemed to be a common theme, anger. And pain, the scars from Malechor where Aran cut herself off from the Force. Ever since she had questioned Revan’s motives there, the stories about his motives. To her it was hard to believe that Revan would simply sacrifice his followers like that, he wasn’t anything like that even when he became the Dark Lord. And even if he had become that obsessed with ending the Mandalorians, something that was possible given what Aran saw before her was his motivation, he wouldn’t have used her as a patsy in using the Mass Field Generator. Not for the first time she wondered if Revan knew, how he might have been able to escape the pain she felt, reaching out in the hope of finding some trace, but all she felt was the horror of battle and slaughter that occurred here and pulled back. This was a waste of time; Revan wouldn’t have come to this dead world.
“Nothing,” she hissed. Aran would have to set her sights on looking beyond the galaxy, again. That was a road she had been down before, following leads from Revan’s home world of Deralia, or so he believed, to where there had been men similar to the description she and those who served with Revan gave to worlds on the Outer Rim. But so far there had been nothing of whom Aran once thought of as a fellow Jedi, a worthy leader, and perhaps even a friend. “Empty, empty, empty.”

As Trina's starship flew to Coruscant, she spotted a shuttle nearby. A Jedi shuttle. She sensed Bastila's presence in it. Bastila was like a heroic Jedi to Trina, and she was like a role model to her also. The young woman smiled.

She decided to comlink Bastila... if she heard. "Hello? This is Jedi Knight Trina Gormo. You might not know me, Bastila, but I've heard many things about you. Is it okay if I join your mission? I have something important to tell you."

Trina was too timid to meet Bastila, because she was the coolest Jedi of all time.

As his ship excited hyperspace and Coruscant appeared before him, Markos could feel the presence of many Jedi on the planet. He made his descent, giving his ID signature ansecurity clearance to CorSec. The planet hadn't changed much since his departure: The city still was as noisy and crowded as before. As he reached the temples hangar, he noticed a familiar presence.

Seems Master Shan is here he thought, and went to the see the Council

Bastila exited the shuttle.She looked at one of the Jedi Knights that accompined her and said." Go find Trina Gormo and tell her she can join the mission."

The Jedi Knight bowed and went on his way.Bastila looked around. On the outside she appeared composed and maybe even a little cocky but inside her emotions were ever changing.Furious,happy,sad,confused , she was all of them.'Revan ,when I find you,you have a lot of explaining to do' she muttered under her breath and headed into the chambers.

Revan heard the last transmission and smiled. "That's Bastila alright." he said in a quiet voice. His thoughts were then interrupted by an abrupt crashing sound in the distance, in the trees. It was following by a monstrous roar, which echoed through the barrier of trees. Revan reached for his utility belt, where his dented and scratched lightsaber hung. It was battle-damaged from his time spent battling Malak's forces and his treacherous dive into the Unknown Regions, but it was as reliable as the day he built it in the enclave on Dantooine.

The field of trees he was staring at was ripped apart by an enormous creature. It had rough, armored skin that was gray like the crashed war machines on Malachor, with dark red eyes that had an almost evil look.

Revan flipped the emitter side of his lightsaber upwards, and a green blade shot up from it.

((OOC: a lot of trees huh?))

As Marko walked to the Council chamber, he noticed more padawans an learners in the hall. This is starting to look like a nursery, we are going to need more teachers to keep up with the training, I do hope i don't get that job ( :sweat: )

But all in all, new faces meant new Jedi to maintain the peace. As he continued to walk, he noticed that many of the padawans were staring at him. Marko was about to ask what was wrong when he remembered that he was still wearing his odd robe, which had no hood and went up to his nose, covering his mouth and neck. He decided that kids would be kids and continued on, but as he did, Markos could hear some padawans gossiping:

"Perhaps he's embarrassed by his looks, I bet he looks like a Ronto's butt"
"Maybe he has a mole or something"

Something in Marko snapped. Ronto's butt, heh? I'll show them!! I'll use Force Mind control to then suddenly he realized that he himself was acting like a child. I have a better idea

He went over to them, and they immediately looked at him with funny faces. "I could not help but hear your comments little ones, are you curious of what I have under my robe?"

They nodded a yes.

"Well" he immediately went into scary face mode "I have a big mouth with razor sharp teeth that I use to eat people that make fun of me, wanna see??"

The children screamed in fear and went running in search for their Master. Marko got a little chuckle out of it. "For some reason I feel a little dark" he said, but just kept walking until he saw a familiar face.

"Master Shan" he said as he slightly bowed in respect. "I'm glad you could make it. Is there anybody else coming?"

Sefton set was in the cargo bay of his ship, docked at Corusant. He was eyeing a metallic gray box, running his hand over it smiling. The anticipation inside was at boiling point to glimpse at what was inside. He set his cigarette down and opened it gently. Inside were numerous neatly stacked Republic credit bills.

"Ten thousand untraceable of Republic hard currency." He said to himself. Another grin forming on his face.

" I believe some may scatter in but we can begin. I will not delay this meeting just because people can't show up on time." Bastila said." However I do need a few minutes to myself.I shall go meditate by myself.Not to be interrupted." she ordered.

Bastila found an area where there was no one in and assumed the meditating postition.

" Come on Revan.Where are you ? Give us something more to go on.Anything.Is that schutta...I mean the Exile with you? " she said through the Force.She sensed fear and began to use her Battle Meditation.

Matala stepped on the shuttle, tossing a drink in her hand as she made her way to the Jedi Temple. She knew that she was a nobody in the grand scheme of things but it didn't matter, she might be able to find a way to help them, and if muscling a lightsaber or vibrosword through someone better than any of them could wasn't what they were looking for then maybe there were new leads the commando could follow. Looking around Matala sensed that there was something going on, with Padawans milling about as though something was going down. She took a sip and looked at one of the Jedi, a questioning look on her face.
"Jedi business?" she asked.

Trina walked in the Jedi Temple with the other Jedi Knight guiding. As soon as she got in, the Jedi Knight bowed to her. "I sense that Master Shan is busy. Why don't you meet the other Jedi."

The young woman smiled brightly. "Thank you. I'm honored." As the other Jedi left, Trina saw a young man, waiting for something. She walked up to him. "Hello. I'm Jedi Knight Trina Gormo. It's a pleasure to meet you."

((I'm meeting JoeDoe first, if it's okay. :) ))

((OOC:Sure! But you will be meeting my friend too))

Marko was thinking about what he had done to the little ones. I hope I don't get a scolding from their Master, it would be bad for my record

As his mind was thinking what to do next, he noticed a fellow Jedi approaching him, he did not need to look, because he already knew who it was.

"There you are!" said Melissa Grandar, a fellow Jedi Knight and one of Marko's best friend. "Can you imagine what you have done? The younglings are scared and crying like theres no tomorrow!"

For some kind of reason, Melissa always acted like Marko's big sister. "It was an innocent joke!" he said in his defense "Besides they said that I looked like a Ronto's bu--"

Melissa slapped Marko's head, "THEY ARE CHILDREN FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!!" she said, with a little hint of frustration. Marko always ended up doing something either dumb or stupid, but he still was her friend no matter what. "You better go to the training wing later and talk to them and their Master, ok?"

"You got it" Marko replied, glad that he got of easy. "Are you here for the meeting too?" he finally said

"Yeah, but first I'm going to the mess hall to get some breakfast, wanna come?" she offered

"In a few minutes, I'm waiting for Master Shan. You just go ahead, I'll be there"

"You better be, don't be too late" she warned and leaved

As his loud mouthed friend was gone, Marko stood outside the Council Chambers, waiting for the other Masters to show up, when a Jedi approached him and introduced herself. Is she here for the meeting too? But she looks like a kid! She must be a new Jedi Knight then

"I'm Jedi Knight Marko Nastos, at your service" he said with a polite bow. "Are you waiting for somebody too?"

[[Nastos is kinda confused because Skywalker's character looks like a teenager and not a Knight]]

((Okay. :) ))

"Yeah. I'm waiting on Master Shan to show up, because I've got something important to tell her." She could sense the confusion in his head about her appearance.

Trina scratched her head nervously and smiled. "I know what you're thinking... I'm too young to be a Jedi Knight. Well see... my old Jedi Master, Luna Balu, taught me the ways of the Force, and said that I'm powerful in it. Then she made me into a Jedi Knight a year ago. But now... I'm still learning myself, after she died."

The thought of her old master was just too sad for her to think about. Trina tried to shake off the feeling, though, and turned back to Marko.

As Revan darted towards the beast before him, raising his saber into his favored lightsaber form, Form V, he leaped up to the beast's head. With a powerful stroke, he slashed down onto its head. It scraped through its face, but not enough to take off its head. When Revan landed on the ground, he proceeded to spin around for another swing at the monster's legs, but his action was interrupted by another thought.

It was Bastila, but this time, he could hear her clearly. Her usually soft and relaxing voice was aggressive now, making an insulting remark about the exile. Bastila, it's been so long since I heard your voice... It feels cleansing. he replied, dodging an attack from the creature. He swung his lightsaber around, cutting through its legs. The creature collapsed, but continued to bite at the Jedi. And no, the exile isn't with me now. I don't know why you're so bitter towards her, though. Did she ever do anything to you?

Marko studied the girl in front of him. He felt a ripple of sadness, maybe she lost something or somebody precious to her? He wanted to console her, but he stopped himself from doing so, she must learn to make peace with it on her own.

He remembered the Mandalorian War, the loss of his comrades was hard on him, but he had learned to cope with it and move on, but something inside him wasn't the same afterwards...

"So you're new to the field huh? I hope you have good skills with a lightsaber, because if what I'm thinking about happens, you are going to need it" said Marko, trying to change the subject, when suddenly he could hear a heavy set of footsteps approaching him. He was prepared for what was aboout to happen.

"Marko! didn't I tell you not to keep me waiting? it has been nearly half an hour, just comeeat and then ask Master Shan you--" Melissa stopped mid sentence, noticing for the first time the red haired Jedi.

I don't believe you have met my friend Trina. Allow me to introduce Melissa Grandar, the loudest and most annoying Jedi Knight in the galaxy" at the end of the sentence, Melissa casualy stepped hard on Marko's foot

"Nice to meet you" she casually said, while Marko tried not to unleash his Hutt vocabulary at her (curses)

Trina bowed respectfully to Melissa. "I am honored to meet you too, Master Grandar. And yes... I'm new here. It's just that... I've been hearing all sorts of things about Master Shan. She's like a great heroine to me."

The young girl smiled timidly, wondering if Master Shan was going to show up. If not... that was okay with Trina.

Marko almost laughed when Trina addressed Melissa as "Master".

"She's not a Master yet, I don't even think she will ever be with that temper of hers" he said with a small chuckle. Melissa just kept quiet, reciting the Jedi code on her mind, which kept her from going on a rampage

"As my friend said" continued talking Marko "we are going to get something to eat then come back to see Master Shan, she seems to need more time to herself. Do you want to come with us?"

Trina rubbed her neck in embarrasment when she called Melissa "Master". She smiled nervously. "Um... sure! I'd like that a lot. Thank you."

The appearance of Master Shan could wait, Trina thought to herself.

Keira broke Bastila's concentration before Bastila could answer Revan. Bastila sighed heavily then gave a slight grin.

" The Exile's not with him, intersting." remarked Bastila.

" Wasn't the Exile supposed to help Revan, Master." Keira asked.

" Yes she was, hence the interesting.We must go and inform the others." Bastila said.

After eating a Gorva melt (kinda like roast beef with mashed potatoes) and drinking 3 glasses of frungo juice (kinda like apple juice, but a little more sweet), Marko was about to blow. I should not have eaten so much, I need to go and walk

Melissa had ordered a mix of vegetables for lunch, and she seemed to have enjoy it. The mess hall was big compared to other rooms, along with them, Marko could see many other Jedi, padawans and Masters eating and chatting.

"How's your meal?" he asked Trina, who had remained quiet while Marko and Melissa talked

Bastila? The connection was broken. Apparently, either his or Bastila's concentration wasn't strong enough, and it broke.

Revan was knocked back by a swipe of the beast's spiked tail. It sent him flying to the ground, as it loomed over him with satisfaction. As it reached down with its massive teeth, Revan stuck out his lightsaber, stabbing it straight through the behemoth's head. Disigniting his green blade, he put his head back into the grass. This will be an interesting trip after all. he thought to himself. But he knew that he wasn't here for entertainment, and he really wasn't getting any. The Sith that he sought were out here somewhere. He knew it.

Trina glanced up, while drinking blue milk. "Mm... good, thank you." She wiped her mouth with a napkin. The two Jedi were nice and hospitable. But then she wondered abut that faint voice she heard. Trina decided to tell Melissa and Marko.

"I know this is gonna sound crazy but... did you guys hear a voice saying 'Help me' through the Force?"

This girl is indeed something else thought Melissa

She felt it too? But she just became a Knight! thought Marko

Both of them looked at each other, then looked at her and said at the said time "Was it a male voice?" The thought of Trina having caught the voice of Revan, the person Marko admired and who Melissa despised. They only felt his presence, but did not a voice.

"What did you feel?" asked Marko, taking an interest in the young Knight

Trina squinted her eyes as she looked down. "Well... as I was sitting on Endor meditating, I felt a whisper through the Force. So I listened carefully and it said 'Help me.' And yep... it was a male voice."

She looked back up at Melissa and Marko.

"I don't know who it was... but I'm sure he's important. I dunno."

Phew relaxed Melissa, seems she doesn't know who it was she talked to Marko using the Force. 'It should be better to let Master Shan explain fully to this girl, ok?[/i]

Yeah... was the only answer she got back

Melissa looked at his friend and found him staring at Trina, and she was looking down, embarrased. What in the world... she thought

"I think its time to return to the Council Chambers, Master Shan should be done, if not, then more time for us, right Trina?" he said

Bastila saw Trina and the others. " Unless your meditating I highly advise you to get to the Council Chambers. Interesting developments have happened." Bastila said in her
usual know - it - all tone. She started to walk past them but stopped when she past Trina.

" Such a strong connection to the Force you have.For one so young. Not just anybody could hear Revan's message. However don't let praise go to your head. Arrogance leads to the dark side. Trust me on that." Bastila said.She then walked to the Chambers.

"Yes Master High and Mighty" said Melissa in a low voice, so only she and Marko could hear it. 'I don't know who was responsible for her ascension to Master, but she seems that she was not ready yet."

"And you are?" said Marko, holding back laughter

"At least I'm not immature enough to play evil jokes on little kids" she said in retribution, which made Marko shut up, "They started it.." he began to say

"You never change do you? Well, at least we should see whats this is all about, I have other things to do, let's go Marko!" she said "Are you coming Trina?"

Trina looked down after Bastila left. "Um...thank you?" she said quietly, both timid and ashamed. Trina hoped that she wouldn't embarrass herself in front of Master Shan. She inspired Trina so much.

The young woman got up. "Yeah. I'll come with you guys. But about Master Shan... I don't want to make a fool out of myself in her eyes. Someday, I wanna help her." Trina sighed, and glanced down. "Besides, I'm only 24-years-old. I may look young, but I'm not that young."

Bastila began the meeting ." It seems Jedi Knight Revan finally needs are help. For those who don't know who's voice you heard , believe or not it was Revan. Suprisingly enough the Exile is not with him. While the Council would like to know the Exile's whereabouts, since we assumed she was with Revan, the most important task at hand is to locate and help Revan. This mission is not an order , you may choose to participate or not. owever those who choose not will be put on the mission of finding the Exile.We need at least three Knights for the Exile mission. Choose your path wisely and may the force be with us all."

After the meeting, Trina walked up to Bastila. "Master Shan... I'm honored to help you at any cost. You're like a role model to me, and I've heard great things about you." She bowed respectfully to Bastila.

"By the way... my name's Trina Gormo." She was nervous to be in Bastila's presence again.

Bastila shook Trina's hand." Thank you Trina. I will naturally be going on the mission to find Revan. If it is alright can you help me on the mission with Revan. I dare say you are more needed for the Revan mission than the Exile's. The Force is unusually strong in you and since you don't personally know Revan like I do.... well what I am asking is if Revan has fallen back to the dark side the council wants him...'handled'."

Revan was leaning against a tree with his eyes closed. In meditation, he sent another message to Bastila. Bastila... If you cannot locate me, then use our bond. The bond that only we share. It still exists, and it has remained strong since the events of the Star Forge. I cannot tell you much about my precise location, but I am on a planet. It will serve you as a beacon, since it is flooded with the strength of the Force.

Bastila stood frozen and turned pale.' Revan? Describe the area.Anything that stands out.' she asked him.

She turned to Trina." Please tell the council I have heard from Revan and we need to leave immediately! I will meet whoever has decided to come on my ship, hurry!"

[I though Revan was raised to Master rank]

"Tsk" grumped Melissa "Why should we help that traitor in the first place?"

"He helped save the Republic and defeated Darth Malak" reminded Marko

"But he killed Jedi! Somebody that betrays his comrades should not be forgiven that easily"

"I know" said Marko, trying to understand his friend. Melissa's Master had been killed by Revan and she swore that she would bring him to justice, but at the end, he got commemorated and praised as a 'hero' of the Republic, Melissa almost abandoned the Jedi Order when that happened "But nevertheless, he's an asset we can't afford to lose"

"And why the Exile? I thought she was reported as deceased" questioned Grandar

"She went to look for Revan a long time ago, but never returned. She must have sent a message after all this time, but she too saved the Republic from a new Sith thread. She must be found"

"Then I'll take that mission the--"

"No" said Marko, "you have to let go of your anger and the past, go with Master Shan and Trina, they'll need your skills to find him. I'll find the Exile"

She was about to protest, then realized what he meant. "The Exile mission is going to be dangerous, isn't it?"

Marko just looked at her and said "Both are dangerous, but yes, I feel that this one will be more than the other. Let's tell Master Shan of our decisions"

Both went over to the other Jedi. 'Master Shan" began to say Melissa "I, Jedi Knight Melissa Grandar, wish to volunteer on the mission... to find Revan"

"And I, Jedi Knight Marko Nastos, volunteer for the mission to find the Jedi Exile"

"Revan?" Matala heard Bastila say. She tossed the drink aside and gave the Jedi her full attention. "You found Revan? What happened?"


Schutta, Aran thoght. She was back on her ship, away from Cathar, and was again trying to reach out with the Force when she heard Bastila's insult. Nice. No really, I'm guessing she was against fighting the Mandalorians. She had no idea who the cowardly Jedi was but she appeared to be looking for Revan as well. The connection was broken before Aran could find out anymore.
"Coruscant looks like the best place to start from," she mused. From there she would be able to follow up any further leads, possibly sense this lady Hutt if she was nearby.

Revan, in response to Bastila, flooded her mind with images. Do not embrace these thoughts right away. I'm letting you see my surroundings through my eyes. Process the imagery too quickly, and our link will be temporarily severed.

Flashes of trees, a greenish-black sky glimmering with crepuscular stars, and a dirt-covered ground. A ground like Yavin IV's, trees like Endor, and skies like Coruscant. It sinks in the Force... But it is not completely of the light. You must be cautious on your journey, as must I on this planet's suirface.

(OOC: hmm, I dont exactly know how I can play into this RP. My character seems a bit out of place not being a jedi and all. Then again, you gotta have those extra non force sensitive guys. Perhaps as a guide to the outer rim+beyond, and I get coerced into doing it for illegal activities. I dont know, whatever.)

((It' alright, CountVerilucus. Take your time. :) ))

Trina gasped excitedly, as she walked to find the Council. "Master Shan wants me on her mission. Aaaaah!" Tears came out of her eyes. Then she breathed. "All right. Pull youself together, Trina."

As she calmed down, Trina came before the Council. She bowed. Then she began to tell about Revan's presences to them...

Teran walked slowly up the halls of the Jedi Temple. It had been so long since he had been here, so long. And he was in much different uniform then. He was already attracted stares from his obvious bounty hunter attire.

On his way up the stairs, he was stopped by a Jedi Guard. "Who are you?" He asked bluntly.

"Who I am is none of your concern." The Jedi replied coldly. "I am wondering who you are and what you are doing here."

"I came here to see the council."

"That won't be happening." The Jedi said. Teran rolled his eyes.

"No," he said, "It will be happening." He flashed his old lightsaber in front of the man, who's eyes widened at the almost out-of-place weapon hanging on his belt. "Now bring me to the Council. Now." When the man did not move, he continued. "Listen, I know what they are discussing right now - I have my sources inside this Temple. And I have important information that pertains to.... what they are looking for, let's say." He looked at the Jedi, who looked back for a long time.

Finally, he sighed, and said, "Come. I will take you to them." Smiling, Teran followed him up into the chambers.

Bastila sat in the co-pilot's seat. She sighed heavily as she waited for the others.Her stomach growled.It was then she realized she hadn't eaten all day. She had been running on adreniline since her mother's death and Revan' s message.Her head ached from all the stress. She was beginning to feel overwhelmed but she had a job to do.She rubbed her forehead and said the jedi code to herself.

Matala was no Jedi, but even she could tell that Bastila was not coping too well. The soldier busied herself for a moment, trying to distract herself by going over her blaster rifle, before she couldn't stand it anymore. She wandered about the cockpit as though she was simply waiting for the others, before reaching over and giving Bastila's shoulder a gentle squeeze.
"You'll be right," she told her. Before the Jedi could respond Matala walked off to double check her supplies.

"Hmmm." Aran Hunter had saw fit to change into her gray Jedi robes after leaving Cathar and returning to the core worlds, trying to reach out with the Force for whoever else was seeking Revan. The clothing made her feel stronger, more in tune, despite the history it carried of her return from exile.
There's Atton, Mical, Mira, she mused, so it wasn't all bad. Aran cleared her mind, musing that maybe she would have done the same even were it not for the Jedi, and thought she could pick up something. No, she knew she could, it was the distressed cries that echoed through the galaxy, from Nar Shaddar to Korriban and all the way back to where Malechor was destroyed. But this time Aran did not close herself off from it, instead she tried to sort through it for one in particular, thinking that it might help lead her to whoever it was that sought Revan.

Teran walked quickly through the Temple, leaving the scowling Jedi in his wake. "Hey," he called, "you can't go in there!"

Teran ignored him. He looked through the doors and saw the council sitting down some distance away. Taking a deep breath, he walked through the doors in the council room, where a Jedi was currently saying something to the present members.