Revenge is a dangerous ally – yet, it can also be a dangerous enemy.

Blindness, anger, hate, pain: tools of the Dark Side.

A Jedi chooses his path, but this path can have many forked roads that lead to even more diverse patterns. It is just up to you to choose the right way to find your destination.

Just hope that nothing deters you on your way there…


Prologue: Farewell


He laid her body down softly. Even now, when all light had faded from her eyes, her spirit still lingered in his grasp. Even now, as he made the lids of her eyes cover her pupils, he still thought that what he had done was not wrong. In the sense of right and wrong, who was he to judge? His life had been a constant trial of decisions that would affect the supposed balance of right and wrong.

He looked around. This place was so different than what it was only a few minutes before. He did not know why, or how, but his mind had finally made him realize that he was truly alone and that nothing he could do would ever be able to change that. Standing up, he unhitched a long silver hilt from his belt and stared at it for the longest of times. Kneeling back down, he placed the hilt in her right hand. Bringing it up and making her left hand overlap her right, he made her as if she would only be sleeping to the unknowing eye.

Holding back any emotion that could betray his stoic faзade, he whispered something in her ear. These words left more of an impact on him than he could ever have thought, but still, he said them. He was not ashamed. He was not angry. He was ironically - for the first time in an eternity – at peace.

Even though he whispered these words, they reverberated around the walls as if he had screamed then. He winced, but smiled nonetheless.

As if in answer, a breeze rustled its way through his hair. He felt the back of his head with his hand. He could have sworn . . .

“Master?” came a soft voice behind him. He turned and sat down on the cold floor next to her body and stared at the intruder.

“What is it?” he asked. His voice as he spoke could hardly even be called a whisper, and yet, the person in front of him winced as though they had been scolded.

“Is it really true?”

“Yes, my dear. It is.”

The person closed their eyes and he saw a tear fall from their cheek.

“Do not be troubled by these events,” he said. “Your mother has not died in vain, for her death would be the cause of a great ripple that will soon cast its arm to its full length and spread itself like a plague upon this galaxy. My promise is this: I will kill all those who were responsible, I will kill all those who will stand in my way, I will kill all those who are weak enough to fall to the dangers that befall over this home of ours.”

“How can you avenge her death and kill the one responsible, when the one responsible is in this room?”

“Aleira,” he said. The forcefulness of his voice made her take a step backwards. “I did not kill her, and neither did you.”

“I do not believe that,”

“Not now, but soon you will know the truth of what really transpired here.”

“But, Father,” the little girl, stammered. “Why can you not tell me now?”

“You are not ready,”

“I am so!”

“Do not argue with me or you will be punished…”

This threat left a deadly silence. “What has happened to you, father?” Saria asked softly. Her voice was scared, hurt and sad. He could not blame her.

“I have been reborn,” he said. “My life’s path has finally been lain before me in a clear view. I will leave shortly, and if you wish, you will accompany me. I will continue to teach you the ways of the Force, if you so desire. But when the time comes, I will not hold back with you.”

Aleira nodded.

Her father stood to his full height and walked towards her. Kneeling in front of her he placed both his hands on her shoulders. “You are my daughter,” he said. “I will train you to become a formidable warrior, and one day you will be able to kill me. This I know, but this I do not worry for. I worry for will you be able to force yourself to strike me down? Will you be able to be strong enough to relieve me of this mantle and take it for your own?” When she did not answer, he asked again, this time his voice raised. “Will you?”

She flinched, but nodded hastily.

“Good,” he replied. “Now, our journey has already begun. We will tend to your mother, and then we will search for him. The man who killed Bastila.”

“Who killed her?” asked Aleira: Her voice now as stoic as his.

“The Exile.” He replied.

No other words were spoken as he lifted up his wife’s body. But as he walked with his daughter out into their home on the plains of Dantooine, Revan heard the distinct words he had whispered only minutes ago in Bastila’s ear. But this time, they were not spoken by his voice.

“. . . I love you . . .”

Looking forward to this fic, I've loved your recent shorties and if you keep up what you've been doing, this will be a great fic. Nicely written prologue, and can't wait for next chap.

Very good! *Claps*

But why I killed Bastila? Ruined and wasted hotness, imo :xp:

^^I actually liked that, gave it a twist to it :)

All will be explained in time, Exile. :D

Thanks, Bini! Chapter One is almost done; should be up in a matter of hours.

So, probably a day or so, XP.

Cool, can't wait, I still ahven't started the 4th chap of my fic, its been a week or so :xp:

Wow, this was very emotional Mr_BFA. So Revan and Bastilla had kids and now Revan is going to hunt down the exile? Very original and exciting concept. Well done! This has definatly caught my attention: hook line and sinker. As Bini said this prologue had a good twist. If this is the prologue, I can just imagine how exciting the story will be...

Also enjoyd that italicized bit at the very begining, itset the mood well. Canґt wait for chapter 1 - Happy writing!

-HOP

I am likin' it so far! Keep it up.

Interesting chapter. I guess I don't understand the emotions or lack of them in certain instances. I suppose that in Revan were the dark lord, he would be more vengeful. Bastila would have been his lover or a great asset that he wouldn't easily be able to part with. I also don't know how the child would also be so stoic at what she witnessed.

Odds are I simply don't know everything, but it was a great intro.

Ohh, very interesting. Great twist there, though I don't see why the Exile would want to kill Bastila. Nonetheless, amazing start.

Hopefully this will be explained in the next chapter? ;)

Chapter One: With Heavy Hearts


One lie just ended up in growing into another. And then another; then another; until all what remained was what used to be the truth. For such a thing as death, an inevitable truth: the lies were that somehow, one could postpone their death until they saw fit. Such a horrible lie it was.

“But isn’t the truth itself a lie, until the lie within the truth can be proven?”

“Possibly,” nodded Revan. “But the latter can be switched to fit for the truth within the lie, Aleira. Not everything is a lie.” Revan stared at his dark headed daughter intently. “Except everything I tell you, of course.”

Aleira stared back at her father in confusion. “What do you mean?” she demanded. “Tell me what you meant by that, father!”

This defiance and temper intrigued and annoyed Revan at the same time. She should not be holding her anger in, but she should not be able to dare talk to him like this. “You talk to me like that again,” he whispered menacingly, “and I will break your mind into more pieces than you will be able to handle.”

Her eyes softened and her resolve faded slightly. “Then I shall wait for the right time.” She answered.

“Indeed,” agreed Revan. “That is enough for now however I think. Tend to your designated quarters Aleira, meditate on what I have told you, and I will come to get you when we are nearing our destination.”

Aleira obeyed her father and walked out of the cargo hold, leaning a practice double-blade stave against the wall as she went. Revan composed himself more fully. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He could feel his desire for revenge, and that had built upon itself into layers and layers of hatred over the past few weeks. This ship was starting to get to him. He needed to leave, to walk upon earth again. Soon.

But, in truth, his search for the Exile had gone awry. He had left for Coruscant, only to find the Jedi Temple completely deserted. He left to Korriban, only to find the Academy completely destroyed. The Valley of the Dark Lords completely covered in debris. This confusion ebbed its way from his mind and crawled its way into his chest. Something was happening in the Galaxy once more. This just angered him more. He felt that with the defeat of the True Sith, not even ten years ago, his path of war and battles had finally found its resting place. How naive a hope for freedom can be, it seemed.

The Ebon Hawk was – in the nicest possible way put – going on ancient. Her hull was degrading, and the weapons were out-of-date. He loved this ship however, and that was why he had kept it for so long. After everything he and her and been through, he started to think the ship itself was a person. He walked out into the Main Hold. This was where Zaalbar had once stood. That fool of a wookiee. He admired Zaalbar. His loyalty would have gotten much further than it did if he had not died. Revan knew that he had a life debt, but never though of it to be such a serious thing. His arrogance, however, was surely noticed when Zaalbar had taken a laser bolt for him when he had had troubles back on Dantooine with some raiders.

These raiders were looking to usurp Revan of his land; the land that he had worked hard for. This was not something that he took kindly too.

He defended his land, but the raiders were adding up to be too much. Even for an Ex-Jedi. Zaalbar went into a rage and lunged himself at the raiders. All Revan could remember of the encounter now however, was a bolt flying towards him, and the great fur of Zaalbar covering his vision. He remembered yelling, Aleira screaming and Bastila crying out in anguish. Aleira loved Zaalbar almost as much as her own father. Revan sometimes thought that maybe she had loved Zaalbar more than him.

He pushed those thoughts from his mind and walked on through to the cockpit. Where Carth and Bastila mainly stayed in the voyage for the Star Forge.

Revan always wondered why everybody used to stay in the same spot. Was it probably because that’s where they felt most at home? Or they just picked a spot at random?

Confusing thoughts indeed.

Revan checked the galaxy map. It was still likely to be a few hours before they reached their next destination. As mush as he didn’t like the idea, he decided he would wile away the time by meditating. And perhaps some sleep also …


* * *


It was dark. No light could be seen as the trees grew so close together that none of the above moonlight ever dared to try and breach the seemingly impenetrable canopy. The dense forest was a place of evil. He could sense it. The beasts that lurked just behind the edges of his vision, growled ominously at him from above, to the sides and even the ground seemed uneasy about his presence.

A slithering sound could be heard, and when he brought the glow-rod down to view the ground, a large snake came into view. He jumped backwards in surprise but the snake took no notice of him. It kept on slithering along the ground as if no disturbances were occurring whatsoever. He followed it. Determined to know what secrets this snake knew.

They moved together, side-by-side for what seemed like half of an hour, and then they came to a clearing; a gigantic lake of immeasurable width and volume sat itself not even twenty feet away. The snake continued onwards until it reached the bank. It stopped right at the edge of the water, and for a second he thought that the snake would turn back, but instead it plunged into the steady water.

He followed it. The water was surprisingly warm; such a curious thing on a night where your very breath turned into a ghostly mist before your very eyes. He followed. They moved until when he turned his head, the trees were not to be seen, and his feet not touch the bottom. A soft current started to wind itself this way and that, and, going by the movement of the snake, he let it take him.

As the minutes ticked by, the current became stronger and much faster. Then all of a sudden, he felt a great lurch and was pulled sharply to the side. Rapids were pushing him downwards, but he kept himself above water above considerable strain. Then he fell. Fell into an even deeper darkness that the glow rod could not penetrate. His feet hit solid ground and he collapsed.

Breathing heavily, he looked around. A faint light was glowing from the ground only some ten meters away. He crawled the rest of the way and peered into the hole. A pond of clear liquid sat in the hole. It was completely still. But when he looked down into the water, he jumped backwards for the face what he saw, was not his own. But someone completely different …

*


Revan awoke in a cold sweat. He was shaking and when he went to get up, he vomited over the cold steel floor. Breathing heavily, he placed his head in his hands and tried to steady his breaths. That was not a normal dream. He hadn’t felt dreams like these since he had the ones of Bastila defeating him on his flagship at the beginning of the Star Forge quest. It felt like he was actually there. Though, he had no idea where that was. But he knew whom the man was that had peered into the clear pond.

“Jonas,” he said to himself. “What are you up to?”

Aleira walked in but abruptly stopped at the entrance and peered at the floor, then at her father. “What’s going on?” she asked. “Are you, OK?”

“I’m fine,” he replied. “Just a dream.”

He stood and carefully trod around the puddle of bile and walked into the cargo hold where he grabbed a bucket, sponge and various cleaning products. He proceeded back into the dormitory and started to clean up his mess.

“What did you dream about?” asked Aleira.

“It is of no importance,” answered Revan, continuing to concentrate on the puddle in front of him.

“Mother would have told me,” she said. “Even if she didn’t think it was important, she would have told me,”

Revan sighed. “Jonas,” he said. “I have no idea where he is, but I get the feeling he is looking for something.”

“How do you know that?” asked his daughter raising a sceptical eyebrow.

“I don’t,” admitted Revan. “But ever since our journeys together in the Wars, we have developed a bond of sorts.”

“A Force Bond?” asked Aleira

“Perhaps,” shrugged Revan. “But maybe not. It feels like something completely different.”

“But you didn’t see where he was?”

“No,”

Aleira made an impatient clicking sound with her tongue. Revan looked up at her, annoyed.

“I cannot control what the Force decides to show me any more than make it show me what it decides to hide from me!” he snapped. “Now go back and get some rest.”

Aleira stood only for a hesitant second more. As she turned, Revan saw a tear fall from her face and land on the cold floor below.

With another sigh, he himself closed his eyes to fight against the sudden burning of his eyes. If only it had been him and not Bastila.

Ah, a good first chapter Mr_BFA!

I like how real Revan is, he cares for his daughter but is rather blunt with her. Aw big Z died? :( I liked the bit about Aleira liking big Z and Revan wondering why the party always stayed in the same spots.

I assume Jonas is the Exile? Anyway, this was a well written chapter and this fic is off to a great start! Keep it up!

-HOP

'Revan always wondered why everybody used to stay in the same spot. Was it probably because that’s where they felt most at home? Or they just picked a spot at random?

Confusing thoughts indeed.'

:lol:

another great installment :) I loved the description in the dream, and definitely created a perfect image.
*pats on back*

Thanks :D Means a lot.

@HOP: Yep, Jonas is the Exile. Just for clearance. xP

Very nice chapter. As Burnseyy said, the description was wonderfully written, and also what HoP 14 said, about how real Revan is. Good work. Looking forward to more. :)

Chapter Two: Dreams and Reality


“Care not for me,
Take notice of our child.
Her hate and sorrow blends into one,
Save her, before it is too late.”


Revan was in the stage of being in between sleep and awake as he heard these words. Slowly, he sat up in his bunk and stared at the wall. The voice was soft and pure, like the sunlight behind the light clouds of the Dantooine landscape. It was a voice of beauty it seemed, but not for the reasons that came into Revan’s mind.

There was a terrible lure to the voice. It was pained. It was hurt, and it was dark. This was not the voice of his wife however. He bowed his head.

“Bastila,” he whispered. “I can not do this alone. Aleira is too much like you. She is strong willed, and smart. I fear that my presence is not what she is after.”

“She loves you.
You know this.
You have to believe.
She loves you.”


“Bastila?” said Revan, bemused.

There was no reply.

He sighed and stood. He walked out of the dormitory and down through the main hallway until he reached the Main Hold. He made his way across until he walked past the loading ramp, but stopped just before the entrance to the second dormitory of the ship. There was a soft, muffled sound of a child crying.

Revan closed his eyes and listened.

“Mother,” cried the voice quietly. “Why did you leave me? Wasn’t I good enough for you to stay? Did you not love me enough? If I change, will you come back?”

Revan slowly walked forwards. All anger evaporated from his heart at the sight of his daughter. Curled up in her bunk, her small body trembling. He walked over the threshold and said quietly: “She will not come back,”
Aleira looked up and sat up quickly. She went to wipe the tears out of her eyes but Revan said, “stop.”

She looked up at him and he smiled softly. “May I sit?” he asked.

Aleira nodded and Revan sat next her. He wrapped a caring arm around her. “Aleira, your mother loved you more than life itself. She would have done anything for you. Bastila has gone on into the Force. But her spirit remains. She will always be with you Aleira.” His heart began to fill with anger. “But the reason as to why we cannot see her in flesh and bone is still out there, and still needs to be dealt with. Jonas will pay for his crime Aleira, I promise you that.”

“Jonas,” she whispered. Revan looked down at her. Her face was again hardened. A tear squeezed itself down her face and fell softly in her lap. “If you do not kill him, Father,” she said. “Then I will.”

Revan nodded. But secretly hoped in his heart that it would not come to that. Bastila asked him to take care of her. Her path was closely following parallel to his own, and Revan could not risk having his daughter become a monster. His last piece of compassion upon this Galaxy will be to leave Aleira to lead a caring life. Helping those who are in need. If Revan allowed her to kill Jonas, then that path would be destroyed.

It was time then, he decided, to prove to Aleira that actions have reactions and decisions had consequences.

“Come, Aleira,” he said. “I need to show you something.”


*


They walked into the Main Hold. Neither of them said a word to each other, for still the grief was still too near. Even after the weeks that seemed to just fly by without a care.

Revan stopped at the holoprojector. He clicked a few of the buttons, and a couple of seconds later, a planet rose from the bottom of the machine and appeared in front of them. Floating aimlessly.

“This,” said Revan, “was Malachor V before the Mandalorian Wars had reached there.”

It was a shadowy planet, but intact. Nothing seemed wrong with the picture, but Aleira knew that looks could be deceiving. This planet was evil.

He clicked another button, and the planet disappeared to be replaced only by a broken, terrifying view of what it was now. “This is after the war,” explained Revan. Aleira’s eyes widened, and she looked up at her father.

“What happened?” she asked.

“I gave the order for the Mass Shadow Generator to be activated,” said Revan. “It used the planets gravity to increase the unique gravitation fields that surrounded the planet. It drew the ships in and destroyed everything in its range. It completely crushed the Mandalorians and close to three quarters of my own fleet.

“After it happened, I could not believe the power behind it. It was more than what I could have hoped for. The Mandalorians were destroyed and the war was finally over. It was a glorious day in the dark history of our Galaxy.”

“Why are you showing me this?” asked Aleira.

“I am showing you because you are my daughter and you deserve to know what I have done. I have done terrible things, Aleira. Some I am ashamed of, only because of the necessity of the action. There could have been other ways to counterattack the Mandalorian threat, but I chose to use the most direct, dangerous and barbaric angle of them all.”

“It was not your fault,” she said, apparently trying to console him. Revan laughed.

“It was, and is my fault, Aleira,” he said. “Have you not understood this lesson yet? My decision acted as a conduit for my later decisions and triumphs. I could do no wrong. I was all-powerful. All up, that is, until your mother captured me.” He smirked. “The first time I had ever seen her since we trained at the academy together and even then I knew she was destined for great things. I just didn’t know that one of those great things was to capture me,”

He looked down at his daughter. Her resemblance to Bastila was astonishing. It was like looking into the younger version of her. “Your mother was one of the strongest women I have ever known. She died for you. She died to save you so that you would be able to do great things. She knew where your path would eventually lead you. And I am scared, and sad to know that I may have an idea as to where that will be also.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Just remember this,” he said, apparently not hearing what she was saying. “Everything I tell you is a lie, and a truth; it’s just up to you to distinguish which is truth and that which is not. You will understand what I mean in due time. My mind is made up. My future has been set in motion, and all decisions have led me to this point. My bad ones, and my good ones,” He stared at his daughter. “I love you, and I will always be here for you. And when I am gone, and you remain, promise me that whatever happens, you will always think of the good times our family had together. Don’t go down the path I took so long ago, and that of which, I fear, I may be strolling to close to even now. You are much better than that. You are a lot smarter than even I.”

Aleira stared back at her father. “Everything you tell me is a lie, and a truth,”

Revan nodded. “Everything, and yet, nothing at all what I say is a lie, nor a truth.”

Aleira frowned slightly. “I hope that I understand you correctly, father.”

“You will,” nodded Revan. He smiled softly. “In time, you shall understand.”


*


“Revan!” cried out Jonas from the other side of the room. “Watch out, he’s right behind you!”

Revan ducked just time to feel the very tips of his hair detach themselves from his head by the energy blade. He brought his own purple blade around and swept at his enemy’s legs. They back flipped and in doing so, landed a kick to Revan’s face. The force was not strong to break his nose, but he saw tiny white stars nonetheless.

“You are talented, Revan,” sneered the hooded figure; he turned on the spot and with a wave of his cloak, he was gone again.

“Stop running and fight me!” shouted Revan.

“Coward!” cried Jonas: His crimson blade shining in the dim lighting of the chamber.

There was a deep laughter… then darkness …



Revan woke to hearing the warning noises of the ship that usually let him know that they were coming up on their destination. He walked to the cockpit, closely followed by his daughter.

*


The Ebon Hawk exited Hyperspace and a planet full of lush green terrain came into view. There was a large mass of blue surrounding the planet. Clouds curled in circles and other unusual shapes and sizes around the planet.

“Where are we?” asked Aleira

“It doesn’t have a name,” said Revan. “From what I know of anyway,”

“Then how did you know how to get here?”

“This was where the War against the True Sith took place.”

Aleira looked at her father, who continued to stare at the planet. She had never heard of him speak so much a whisper of his fight against the True Sith. All she knew was that it took place in the Unknown Regions.

“Why are we here?” she asked.

“I felt drawn to it,” replied Revan. “Jonas came here, I am sure of it. Not too long ago either, I think.” He looked down at his daughter. “Want to do the honours?” he asked. She looked back, bewildered. “Me?” she squeaked. “Fly the ship?”

“You have to learn sometime,” smiled Revan. “Come on, up you get!” He lifted her up and placed her in the cockpit chair. “Take us down near the east side of that land mass,” he said, pointing. He smirked, then added: “Captain!”

She smiled and gradually eased the ship forwards towards the planet. It was a slower ride to that if Revan was piloting, but he did not mind. It was fun watching his daughter grow. Flying the ship, she eased them into the atmosphere exceptionally well considering it was her first time. There were hardly any re-entry shakes and spills than what there normally would have been. She lead the ship towards the point where Revan specified and landed, with a dull thud that made Revan nearly topple into the co-pilots seat.

“Oops,” she said. Revan laughed. “That was much better than my first try!” he said.

“What happened to you?” she asked.

“Well,” Revan said. “Let’s just say that after I woke up a week later, I awoke to the news that my brand new ship had found its way on top of the spare parts pile at the local scrap tip.”

Aleira laughed.

Revan smiled and lead the way to the loading ramp. He lowered it and walked down until his feet hit the earth below. It had a familiar feeling to it, but at the same time, it was completely different to what he remembered.

“What do you hope to find here?” asked Aleira.

“Whatever Jonas was searching for,” replied Revan. “I finally remembered where I seen him in the dream I had. Come,” he said. “It is close to half a days walk to where we are heading. No ship can get there,” he added as he guessed his daughters thoughts. “We need to get supplies, and then we need to start moving. It is a long and dangerous trek through the Forest. Many evils lurk there. And a fear that the day is wearing on,” he looked up to the sky. The sun was already halfway through its descent. It would be dark within a matter of hours. “Time to go,”

Aleira nodded and walked back into the ship with Revan.

:clap2:
For some reason I cannot help but feel like I've heard the name of this chapter somewhere before... :D
Very nicely written, again, I like how Revan talks to his daughter, and how he feels the loss of Bastila, very nicely written. Can't wait for more!

Don't know if I've seen the title name before... :S
[I probably do sub-consciously though :lol:]

And thanks again. Already nearly completed Chapter 3, but that won't be posted till another couple of days most likely.

EDIT: Hahaha, okie dokie. I just seen it. :lol: Oops..

^^Geez, you really do like to right if you finish your chaps that quickly, I can't be bothered starting the next chap until a couple of days after I've finished the most recent one.

I making sure that I have at least half of the next chapter mostly done before I post a chap.

I guess I kinda got OCD when it comes to this type of stuff, :lol:

:clap2: I like where this story is going. Revanґs dialogue is very well written. The comparison of Aleira to Bastila, and Revans thoughts on them both were full of emotion. Well done! Though I have limited computer time at the moment, Iґll be sure to keep my eye out for the next installment.
canґt wait!

-HOP

Chapter Three: The Waters of Truth



Three agonizing hours they trekked over hills and around cliffs. Revan was starting to wonder if he even remembered where the Forest sat. They came out of a mouth of a long, winding cavern and found themselves staring into a landscape of a forest of brown trees. The sky was darkening to a light blue-greenish hue. No clouds were around at all.

“Are they dead?” asked Aleira as she stood next to Revan, looking at the great mass of trees.

“No,” he answered. “The pigments of colour are affected somehow by the ground below. I am not exactly sure how it works, but I think, if my memory serves me well, the trees eat the leaves. They travel through the trunk of the trees until the reach the branches. There they sit.”

“Who told you that?” asked Aleira incredulously.

“The trees told me.” Revan said. Without elaborating, Revan said, “come on. And be careful, this path is old and treacherous; watch your step.”

Aleira followed him carefully.

Revan kept looking for safe looking places so he could place his feet firmly without falling. A couple of times his foot slipped and he slid a few centimetres: His heart skipping a beat every time he did so. It took them close to an hour to safely navigate their way down the slope. When they reached the bottom, Aleira slumped down on a boulder and took out a flask of water and took a long swig out of it. When she finished, she smacked her lips and gave out a loud burp. Revan looked at her with an eyebrow raised. She smiled mischievously and muttered, “excuse me.”

Revan looked back to the forest. The trees were larger than life now compared to what they were when they looked from the top of the slope.

“We shall rest here for the night,” he said. “Stay close and do not wander off, OK?”

Aleira nodded.

Revan sat down with his back against a large boulder. Taking the pack he had filled in the ship, Revan pulled out a thick blanket and threw it over himself and Aleira.

He had no sleep that night. Aleira breathed softly next to him, and he kept finding himself looking around their ‘camp’. Expecting something, or someone, to jump out and attack. But for all of the watching he did, he might as well have tried to fight the molecules of the air.

Before he knew it, the sun was already rising beyond the hills in the distance. A red outline stretched its fingers outwards in the sky.

“Not a good start,” murmured Revan. He softly nudged Aleira awake, who slowly opened her eyes and rubbed the sleep out of them

“Time to go already?” she asked.

“Yes,” said Revan as he packed the blanket back into his pack. “We’re almost there. But stick to the path, and never go out of eyesight. Understand?”

Aleira nodded.

After a small breakfast consisting of only a few biscuits and some water they continued walking. The entrance to the forest stood ominously as an archway of entwined branch and leaf. The different shades of brown working together to create an illusion of a green that was not there.

“Interesting,” said Revan to himself as they entered; Aleira let out a small gasp when they past the great trees. “Look at them!” she whispered. “I never knew trees could get so tall!”

“Be careful,” cautioned Revan. “The trees are not like the ones at home.”

“In what way?” asked Aleira.

“In that way -,” said Revan pointing to a tree in the distance.

The tree was shuddering slightly, and then all of a sudden, the shade of brown on the leaves turned to a shocking lime green. Aleira let out another gasp. “How did it do that?” she said loudly.

Revan smiled. “Even I do not know,” he replied. “This forest is dangerous, but miraculous all the same.” He continued to walk onwards. As they continued their trek the trees started to grow closer together, and Revan knew that they were getting closer to their destination. An hour walk, and it seemed that night had decided to come early. No light could be seen, and Revan had to light a glow rod. He gave one to Aleira also so that she would not get lost in the darkness. They walked forwards and that’s when the noises started to happen.

Hisses; slithering; chirping; growls and screeches echoed loudly in the still darkness. “Do not listen to them,” said Revan loudly to Aleira. “Just listen to my voice! We are almost there!”

“I’m scared!” came the reply. And indeed her voice was shaking. Revan placed a caring hand on her shoulder as they walked.

“Listen to me!” he said. “I will not let anything happen to you. Just keep walking!” It was then he felt something glide against his foot. He looked down and noticed the gigantic snake he had seen in his dream. He heard Aleira screamed, but quickly stopped her. “It is alright. I will not hurt us. It is a guardian of this forest. It will lead us to where we need to go.”

They continued to walk until they came to a sudden clearing. The moon hung gloriously as she flashed her face down upon them. How long had they been walking? A great lake formed in front of them. The snake went to the very edge and prepared to dive in.

“Wait!” yelled Revan. The snake turned its head and peered back at Revan. “Is this bank safe?” The snake nodded its gigantic head. “Will my daughter be safe if she stays here?” he asked the snake again, and again, it nodded its head.

“What are you doing?” hissed Aleira. “I am not staying here by myself!”

“You will be safe,” said Revan. “I told you that I would keep you safe and this I think, is the best way to do that. You will not be harmed here, this I believe.”

Aleira glared, but did not dare to argue against her father more. She nodded without saying a word and sat down on the dark sand. Revan looked at his daughter and noted the defiance in her form. He smiled. He resembled so much of her mother, and yet, it seemed that she inherited his intolerance at being told what to do. He turned and walked to the edge of the water and stood ext to the snake.

“Ready whenever you are,” he said. The snake looked at him, and then dove into the dark water. Revan followed suite.

*


It was a lot warmer than he had expected. He swam breaststroke for longer than he dared to remember. Following the trails of disturbed water from the snake. As far as he could tell, the rest of the lake water was completely still, as if no disturbances had occurred there for centuries.

It was the dream – or vision, whatever it was – all over again. The water pulled him this way and that, until suddenly he fell through the pit and hit the ground. This time he did not get up straight away. Apparently the dream had kept back any pain he would fall from the falling. His knees felt like they had been shattered, and his hands were scratched and bloody. After a few minutes of getting his breath back, Revan stood and slowly walked over to the only light around. He fell onto his hands and knees and carefully peered over the edge into the water.

He saw his own face; tired, weary and ageing.

Confused.

He continued to stare at the water, growing impatient with each passing moment, but then however, the water stirred, and Revan’s faced disappeared. Aleira stood there. On top of a hill; a crimson double-bladed lightsaber swirling around her. This was not the Aleira that was waiting for him on the bank of the river however. No, this one was different. One: she was older. Her long dark hair blowing in and around her beautiful face. Her eyes seared with an intent passion. She ran forwards and leapt high up into the air. And before he could do anything, Aleira was standing overtop of him with the blade to his throat.

“How is this possible?” he said bewildered.

“That is not the problem,” she said. Hate clinging to every word that dripped off of her tongue. “The problem is that what you have made me become. This is because of you!”

“I do not understand,” said Revan. The tip of her lightsaber gingerly touched his throat and he frowned slightly at the pain. This vision must be as real as he was. But how was that possible?

“Understand?” spat Aleira with a high voiced cackle. Quite unlike the laugh she has now. “’Not everything I tell you is a lie,’” she said, quoting her fathers words. “Ha! What a lie that was! How does it feel father? Knowing that the one thing you tried to protect me from was the one thing that you yourself made me out to be?”

Revan stayed silent. Around his collarbone had started to tingle slightly, but he did not move to find the source of why.

“I hate you,” she whispered. “Mother would never have left me if it weren’t for you. You are the reason she is dead. You are the reason I will never see her again!”

“It was not my fault,” said Revan. “Jonas killed your mother, not I!”

“Lies!” she spat. “All lies! Do you remember what happened that day, father? Do you remember how she died? Or, even better, should I make you remember the first steps you took towards making her death happen?”

Revan shook his head. “You must understand. Things happened, yes. But not things I wanted to happen. I loved your mother more than life, I loved your mother more than –,” he cut himself off, affronted by what he was just about to say.

“- more than me,” replied Aleira: finishing off the sentence.

“Is this what that is about?” asked Revan. “Is that why you have turned to the dark side? I admit, I am not a great father. But I am a better father than most!”

“Until you met her!” snapped Aleira.

“What do you mean?” asked Revan.

“Nothing,” said Aleira. “It is of no importance.”

“Oh, I beg to differ,” replied Revan. “How can you accuse me of driving you to the Dark Side for something I have not done?”

“Yet,” said Aleira. “Haven’t done yet.”

“Well then tell me!” cried out Revan. “Tell me so I can make up for it and keep you from becoming what you are destined to be!”

“That is not for you to do father,” said Aleira. Her form was growing faint and she was moving back towards the pond.

Revan stood to his feet when her lightsaber was a safe distance away. “Everything I tell you is a lie,” he said. Aleira nodded. “And even now you do not understand of that which I have just told you.”

She screamed in anger and brandished her lightsaber forward sending one of the blades for Revan’s throat. He ignited his own and went to block, but as his lightsaber would have struck hers, the blade of his daughters disappeared. Leaving Revan standing there in a purple light of disbelief…

That was definitely odd!

Nice chapters, here. It's good to see a unique idea. :)

I like the idea behind the story, but I think it's lacking in details. There are not many moments where Revan speaks to his daughter about what they are doing or anything. I would have liked to hear some more of his thoughts on the situation... memories of the Exile... anger for Bastila's death... concern for his child.

Like the chapter though.

That was definitely odd!

Nice chapters, here. It's good to see a unique idea. :)


Indeed. Iґm sure this will be explained in the next chapter exactly what the forest and water are. I think that the water shows the future? Yeah a few more thoughts would have been nice, but this was still an enjoyable read. That vision in the water was scary in a good way. :D Keep it up!

-HOP

I find with writing stories, I like to have more chapters than what I want.
I tend to leave out some minor details for chapters. But also, in turn, trying not to bore you all with slow flowing chapters.
I've rushed stories before and they are the ones what tend to end up in the unfinished pile. I don't want this to happen to this story.

Sorry for the not enough details, I'll explain more than usual in the next chapter for you :)

Chapter Four: Stories and Old Eggs



“I told you it would not work out the way we planned!” snapped Jonas. His eyes were as grayed as Revan had ever seen them before. “Plans never work, Revan!”

“How do you think we won the war against the Mandalorians then Jonas?” asked Revan quietly.

“We had the numbers and the great strategic mind of our leader,” answered Jonas. “Plan or no plan, we would have slaughtered them!”

“I did what I had to do,” said Revan sternly. “If you do not like the way I operate my ways, then leave.”

“You know I want go,” replied Jonas. “But this way is not the right way Revan. This enemy is nothing what we have faced before. You must learn to answer his ruthlessness, is that you have to prove ruthless yourself.”

“You are asking me to go against everything I stand for…”

“To save the galaxy, isn’t that worth doing?”

“I guess you may be right.” Revan said, as he stood up and sighed.

“Fine,” he said. “We’ll do it your way then.”


Revan, on his hands and knees peered into the pond and continued to watch. This memory had been buried in his mind for ten years. He was not entirely sure why the pond was showing him this though. He had learned to live with this decision. At least, that’s what he had thought anyway.

Ten years ago, on this very planet, Revan and Jonas fought against the True Sith. They were the original inhabitants of Korriban. The Red-skinned aliens had fled from Korriban in light of the arrival of the Dark Jedi. They fled to this planet in the unknown regions, and grew in power, knowledge, and hatred. Whilst in search of the Star Forge, Revan left and came upon Malachor V; he then combed the archives of the Academy there and came across something that peaked his interest.

He read the story about the Dark Jedi that escaped from the Republic and its Jedi, and enslaved the inhabitants of Korriban. The original Sith. This, of course, he knew. He found out about these events from Master Zhar back at the Dantooine Academy. What he did not know was the group of advanced Sith that eluded enslavement from the Dark Jedi and fled unnoticed to somewhere in the Unknown Regions.

Revan, now consumed in finding what happened to these Sith, continued to pour over the scrolls, and parchment, and datapads that littered the library, but to no avail had he found any other trace of the True Sith elsewhere. Elusively he set upon his quest to the Unknown Regions.

He searched for weeks, maybe in months, because in the black of space, time means nothing. You cannot tell whether or not it is supposed to be noon, the morning, or dawn. It is a continuous night …

As Revan continued to be entranced by the pond of water, he realized that this shown not only the possible future, but the past as well. For these memories, these were his memories. And because of them, he now realized what he had done before the Jedi had captured him, he now had his full memory of his trip to the Unknown Regions, what he found and how he used that to his advantage.

“Revan?” said a soft voice behind him.

Revan turned around and saw Bastila walking towards him. He noticed that she was holding her side and her skin was pale and clammy. “Bastila, what-?”

She fell to her knees and Revan ran over to hold her in his arms. e noticed the all too familiar slash of a lightsaber circle around her side and his eyes widened in shock.

“Bastila?” he whispered. “What happened?

Her mouth moved but no words seemed to be spoken. He moved his ear closer and heard the soft whisper of her voice say, “ … Jonas … Danger … Evil … Lightsaber … take care … of … Aleira …-“

With that her eyes softly closed and her chest went still. And Bastila Shan said no more.

He laid her body down softly …


Revan looked away and closed his eyes. This was not a memory he wanted to remember. He pushed this to the very back of his soul in hopes that he would forget, but every time he closed his eyes, he would always see Bastila’s motionless body and her blank staring eyes staring back at him. He hated himself for not being able to save her; he hated Jonas for doing what he did. He needed to find Jonas to end this once and for all.

His thoughts then turned to Aleira. He loved his daughter, but if the Aleira from the water was any indication of the future, he must tread carefully. That was not something that he wished upon his daughter.



He stood up and looked around. Nothing was in sight, so he decided to ignite his lightsaber. Even the bright light from his blue blade was not even to pierce the darkness in front of him. He opened himself to the Force and he felt the presence of his daughter. He sent her an emotion of peace and confidence. Assuring her that h was fine and that he would see her soon and explain everything. He received a reply back of acknowledgement and smiled.

He slowly stumbled forwards and used the Force to brighten his vision. He could see only faint outlines of walls. It was then when he looked down to the ground, he noticed a series of strange looking insects scuttling around his feet, and walking ahead of him. He walked slowly and carefully, making sure he did not tread on any of the insects, and continued for a few minutes before he came to a stop. He had walked straight into the wall. Rubbing his nose and frowning slightly, he looked up to see the night sky peering in through a large hole above. He noticed a thick piece of vine hanging above and lunged upwards and took hold of it.

He lifted himself up and out of the hole and standing to his feet, he looked around. He was back on the beach and he seen Aleira running up to him.

“Hello,” he said smiling. “Are you, OK?”

“Yes,” she said, nodding. “You were gone a long time! I was worried.”

“No need to worry,” Revan lied. He would explain everything what she needed to know, but the vision he saw of her, he thought, would be too much for her to comprehend at the moment. “Come on, lets go find somewhere to sit down.”

“I lit a fire just around where I was sitting,” Aleira said. “Oh!” she said, her eyes beginning to sparkle. “Come and see! You have to! I have to show you!” Without elaborating, she took hold her fathers hand and started to pull him back the way she came. Revan; confused but smiling, followed her and when they came to the camp Aleira had set up, his eyes widened slightly.

There was a small Kath Pup, a cannok and a large insect with a purple and orange striped abdomen, light green thorax and great yellow wings. Its five eyes peered at Revan curiously. He flew upwards and landed itself softly on Revan’s shoulder.

Revan winced a little. He never really took to insects. The feeling of the hundreds of tiny little legs poking and feeling around on his shoulder didn’t help either. It flew off his shoulder and landed back to where it was beforehand.

“Aren’t they cute?” she said, her eyes glinting in the moonlight with excitement.

Revan smiled. “They usually are when they’re only infants.”

“What do you mean?” she asked. “These are good animals. Not like the ones at home.”

Revan looked back at the insect. “I don’t doubt that,” he said.

He sat down on a log that was sitting near the fire Aleira had created and sighed. It was now or never.

“Aleira,” he said. “Please, sit down. I am going to tell you a story.”

Aleira sat down on the opposite side of the fire to Revan and let the small Kath Pup jump up into her lap. She patted it softly.

“But before I begin,” said Revan. “I ask you now that whatever I say, you will not interrupt me. This story is one that is better heard in full, then asked about when finished.”

She nodded, so Revan took a deep breath.

“It was one year after the fight of the Star Forge…” he began …

*


“I have to go,” he said for what seemed the tenth time. “I cannot take you with me, for I will not be able to live with myself if anything happens to you.”

Bastila shook her head stubbornly. “I don’t care if anything happens to me –“

“I do,” cut in Revan. “And when there is risk with your life, I will not do it.”

“Revan,” she said, pleadingly. “Whatever it is, I can help you! You know my abilities!”

“I do,” nodded Revan. “And that is why I need you to stay. To use your abilities to take care of the Republic. My path, for the moment, leads elsewhere. I can only tell you that it leads to the Unknown Regions. It is not the time, nor place to tell you everything I have remembered, but in time, I promise, that I will.”

With a last kiss, Revan turned and entered the shuttle that he had fitted with a Hyperdrive and advanced weapons and shields system. The Navi-computer would be useless when he reached the Unknown Regions, but he had installed that as well. Lowering the canopy, he switched on the ships drives and lifted off from the ground and flew towards the dark space that awaited him above …

*


“This will be all?” asked the dealer.

Revan nodded his head. “Yes,” he said. “That will be all.”

He was on Nar Shadaa. Revan heard of a special dealer in weapons, artefacts and other supplies that seemed to interest only the most determined of collectors. He ventured to this person, not expecting to find anything, just to see what he had. But something in his collection captured Revan’s attention.

It was a small totem. A skull carved out of stone was at the top, a lightsaber hilt just below that. And at the very bottom, stood foundations of a building, surrounded by finely carved dead bodies.

“From what my sources have told me,” said the dealer, “that this totem is something from the Unknown Regions. See that?” he pointed to the bodies, “that’s supposed to mean the Republic. See how the foundations are cracking? I’m not entirely sure what the rest means, but it mustn’t be good.”

Revan murmured in agreement. “You know a lot for a dealer,” he said.

“I know lots of things,” countered the Dealer. “Some things that even you yourself, might not even now.”


Later on, Revan sat in his small apartment that he had rented for the night and studied the totem. It was extremely well crafted. Though he had never come across this design anywhere in the known galaxy. And yet, something seemed so familiar about it. He could not place it though not matter how hard he tried.

It was only when he awoke early the next morning that he remembered just what that totem was and what it meant….


*


Months later he found himself looking once again down at the planet where he had trodden close to ten years ago. He landed in a lush green terrain with large hills and steppes. It reminded him much of Dantooine.

He stood and leaped down from the cockpit and stood upon the soft grass. A breeze ruffled his hair, but the taint of the dark side was heavy upon his shoulders. He looked to the sky, then back to the surroundings of his ship. The clouds and their shadows moved silently. And nothing seemed out of place.

Revan opened himself to the Force. The evidence of the dark side was imminent. He fell to his knees, gasping for breath. The very earth underneath his hands trembled with the subtle energies that pulsed through the soil and into his own veins. It took all of the strength of will he had to be able to push back this force and let him able to stand on his feet.

He found himself sweating and wiped the cold beats of water from his brow and grabbed his pack from the storage compartment of the ship. His journey began.



* * *


“I will leave the story there for now,” said Revan. It was coming up on dawn now and he could see the green tinge of the sky stretching outwards.

“But,” stammered Aleira. “What happened when you started walking? Why isn’t the dark side taint still here? What was that totem? And why are the trees changing colour like that?”

Revan smiled when he looked behind him and noticed a yellow leaved tree shake its top and turned a subtle blue.

“As I said before,” said Revan, looking back to Aleira, “I am not sure. But, who knows, we may find out before our time on this planet is at an end.” He breathed deeply. “To your other questions. I will tell you about the fight against the True Sith as our journey progresses. It will be a part of your training to learn the facts. The taint of the dark side however, I feel that, when the threat was defeated, so was the taint. It left this planet as its Master drew his last breath. And of the totem, I thought you would have been able to guess it by now: It was the mark of the True Sith. The skull and lightsaber was Conqueror of Death. And the foundations and bodies of the Republic was what they stood for. They wanted to destroy the Republic because if it weren’t for them, the Dark Jedi would have not have first went to Korriban and they would not have had to flee.”

“Conqueror of Death?” queried Aleira. “Was he able to live forever?”

“He thought he could. But that was before I showed up, along with Jonas.”

“And what about the Exile?” asked Aleira. “I want to know,”

Revan sighed. He knew what this question meant. But as much as he wanted to give his daughter the answer, now just didn’t seem the right time and as he started to speak, he hated himself. “I will tell you Aleira, but not now.”

“Why not!” cried out Aleira. The insect jumped into the air, and Kath Pup lunged out of her grasp and the cannok ran back into the trees. But this sudden outburst surprised Revan more then them. “I want to know why he killed my mother! It’s my right to know! Stop keeping things from me! I am old enough to understand!” She glared at Revan with the fiercest gaze he had ever seen her wear. But it was not the thing that brought him back to the reality. It was the tear in the corner of her eye.

He stood up and walked around the fire to hug his daughter.

“All I know is what your mother told me right before she died.”

Aleira looked up at him. “She spoke to you?”

“Yes,” nodded Revan. “She mentioned the words, ‘Jonas’, ‘lightsaber’, ‘evil’ and ‘danger’. And if Jonas was there when she died, and did not stop her from dying, then he killed her. The reason, I intend to find out, even if it takes me to the other end of the Galaxy.”

“So you don’t actually know if Jonas killed her or not.” Aleira stated.

“He did,” said Revan. “I know he did.

“Were you able to find out the place he went after coming here?” asked Aleira.

Revan shook his head. “No. But our time on this planet is not finished. There are other places and secrets for us to uncover before we leave. And, there is also a place where I want to show you. I think that you will find it an interesting find.”

Aleira looked at her father’s smile and warmth filled her heart. She hugged him again and sat back down on the ground. That was when her stomach rumbled.

Revan smiled again and went to the pack they had brought, but cringed in disgust as a rotten stench reached his nostrils.

“Ugh!” he said, leaping back away from the pack.

“What is it?” asked Aleira as she rushed over to Revan.

Revan slowly crawled back to the pack, and with his fingers pressing in his nostrils, he lifted some smashed remains of what appeared to be a couple of eggs.

Aleira covered her own nostrils and laughed. “Oops,” she said. “I guess that puts scrambled eggs for breakfast out of the question, huh?”

Haha, I like that light note at the ending!

Your fic has a very mysterious feel to it, that draws the reader in. Aleira is a curious girl, but I sense there is a l;ot she is holding back, like her little outburst at the end. So there is a possibility that Jonas is innocent then? Interesting...very interesting...right when I accepted the fact that the exile could have possibly killed Bastila, you through in the possibility that he is innocent. I hope Aleira does not meet the fate that Revan sees in the pool.

This explained a few things, so thank you! :) Happy writing!

~HOP

Very nice, HoP 14 nailed it with the whole Exile being guilty, but maybe not thing, very nicely written, and a great storyline so far. Good work. :thumbsup:

Keep up the great work!

The next chapter is struggling along, but I will try and have something up in the next few days. Sorry about the wait! :(

No worries, just take your time with it, don't want to release anything rushed, like I did :)

Hi! I've just started looking at the fan fiction stuff here, and what do I run into first but this? I love it! :D

Interesting twist with the possibility of the Exile killing Bastilla. The Aleira character intrigues me. It seems like she's hiding her true emotions deep inside her, so deep that Revan can't sense them. Now and then, they flare up and she has an outburst, but most of the time, they remain buried.

I also like the relationship between Revan and Aleira. In the first chapter, it seemed a little...strange...but after that, it got to be very natural, just like I imagine Revan would talk to his daughter.

Keep up the good work! :D

Thanks, Endo! Comment means ALOT! :)

In the first chapter I had Revan potrayed as this man who has been robbed of the most precious thing to him and that he would do ANYTHING to make sure that he would be able to make Jonas pay.

Now, however, I've made it that Revan realized that having Aleira becoming a murderer is not what he wants. So he's tried to change his persona just in front of her, whilst still trying to battle the demons inside of himself. And even though I haven't written any further than like .. half of the next chapter, I myself feel Aleira may have a bigger part in the story than Revan realizes. [[Ah damn! I think I just spoiled it for myself!!!! :lol: ]

^^Sounds interesting, I have a feeling this could lead to a massive plot twist.

Chapter Five: Seen and Unseen



Jonas walked briskly down the dark alleyways of Nar Shadaa. It had to be close to midnight. The scent of decay was eroding his tongue, as he tasted the very molecules of the air. He always hated this place and planned to never to return here, but, then again, the past few weeks haven’t exactly gone to plan either.

He reached to the point where the meeting was to take place and waited for another three kriffing hours before he showed up,

The dealer walked up to him, “You?” he said.

“Me,” stated Jonas.

“What has a beginning, but yet no end?” asked the dealer automatically.

“A circle,” answered Jonas after a few moments.

The dealer nodded his head in agreement. “I didn’t bring the merchandise along with me,” he said.

“I understand,” replied Jonas.

“It would have looked even more suspicious than what it does now,”

“Indeed, it would have,”

“I will however, have it to you within the day,”

“Good,” said Jonas handing the dealer several credit chips. “Take it to the docks, to warehouse 0468Ba. This should cover all the expenses.”

“Aye,” replied the dealer, “It will.”

The man put the credit chips in his pockets and looked around cautiously, then looked at Jonas intently. “I don’t usually ask this,” he said, “but -,”

“Then why start?” asked Jonas.

“Well,” started the dealer. “You’ve ordered a lot of high technological defence systems. Enough to protect an entire space system no doubt, I’m just wondering if you expect people to come after you?”

Jonas let a grim smile escape his lips. “Oh,” he said. “I’m counting on it,”



*



After a few hours sleep, and when the sun had fully risen to her peak, Revan awoke. Aleira was sitting at the edge of the gigantic lake with the small Kath Pup that she had been petting earlier. It was running around her while she crawled around on all fours mimicking it. Softly doing her own playful growls. The pup lunged and jumped up onto her shoulders making Aleira fall backwards. Revan went to get up and hurry over there but stopped when he realized the pup was licking the side of her face and Aleira was laughing.

He stood and walked over to the remains of the fire and kicked sand over it. Aleira looked over and seen her father was awake and walked over.

“I don’t think he wants to go home!” she happily. “Can we keep him?”

Revan was about to say something but instead made it out like he was taking a deep breath. The answer would have to be ‘no’ but it seemed to make Aleira so happy. And that was what he wanted, wasn’t it? To see his daughter happy?

“Maybe,” he said. “But how are we going to take care of him?”

“We’ll find a way!” said Aleira.

“Aleira,” said Revan seriously. She hung her head.

“I know,” she said. “But, can we try and find him before we leave?”

“Sure,” promised Revan.

They spent that day doing normal father-daughter activities: swimming, walking, and practicing Force techniques and even some exploring, but always sticking relatively close to the camp. Revan didn’t want to leave this place as quickly as he did last time. He wanted to explore its secrets and share them with his daughter. Before he knew it, it was night and they were cooking some fish for dinner and lying back down to get some rest.



*



“This is wonderful!” exclaimed Revan as he hoisted Bastila into the air and spun around in joy.

She beamed down at him. “That was a little bit like my reaction as well,” she said.

Revan laughed, kissed and hugged her. “I’m just so happy,” he said. “I never thought I would be a father.”

“Well,” said Bastila. “You’re going to be, so you better scrub up, flyboy!”

Revan smirked. “Do Carth and the others know?” he asked.

“Yes,” replied Bastila in a sarcastic tone, “I wanted others to know before the baby’s father!” she laughed and softly punched him in the shoulder, “you’re so dim sometimes!”

“Can’t help it,” said Revan. “It’s what I do.”

Bastila exclaimed a shout of happiness and said, “we’re having a baby! A little you!”

Revan hugged her again, “yeah, with a lot of you. I just hope that it doesn’t have your temper. Oi…,” he trailed off in a mock exasperation.

“I just hope it isn’t as ugly as you,” shot back Bastila.

“Oh!” said Revan, smiling. He kissed her. “That was a low blow,”




* * *



A swirling mist of coldness swept around him and he stood rooted to the spot. Even his voice at it’s highest couldn’t penetrate the sound of the wind rushing through his eardrums.

He started run. Faint lights appeared around him, but he took no heed. Instead, he focused in on a voice that was shouting his name. They were crying for him to help them, but even as fast as Revan ran, their voice was fading. Then he saw it.

A giant black figure of a man rose out of the darkness and quickly took Revan by the throat. Revan tried to fight against this monstrosity but no strength would go into his arms. A cold, rattling voice echoed out of the swirling mist.

“You grow weak, Revan,” it said.

“Who are you?” gasped Revan. He couldn’t even hear his own voice due to the trembling noise that echoed within his brain.

“Have you forgotten me already, Revan?” sneered the voice.

Revan could feel his lungs being tor apart as they stretched themselves trying to find any spar oxygen they could latch onto. Then just as quickly as it came, the hand released his throat, Revan fell to the ground gasping and the mist disappeared.

He was kneeling in the middle of a great room. Cold stone bricks ran up the walls and across the floor. There was no roof that Revan could see. His eyes could not penetrate the deep darkness above.

Noises brought his attention back to his surroundings. He looked towards a doorway he had not noticed before hand and see a tall figure hooded and cloaked, run in and stand in the middle of the room, right next to him. He looked up and backed away slowly as he watched the figure stare towards the doorway. He then noticed himself enter the room, closely followed by Jonas.

“Your path ends here,” said Revan, as his blue lightsaber glowed ferociously.

“Confidence is such a dangerous tool, Revan,” snarled the figure.

“One that I’ve used many times before and won with,” countered Revan.

“That ends here, and now,”

“Enough with the talking,” said Jonas impatiently. He ignited both ends of his own lightsaber and sent the swirling red blades in an arc towards the man in front of them. He back flipped and dodged the blades, and blocked a hit from Revan’s blade. He pushed Revan back with a Force Wave and sent a jolt of electricity towards Jonas.

Jonas blocked the lightning with his lightsaber and sent a scream through the Force that almost made Revan’s ear’s explode. Revan stood up and gathered as much energy from the Force as he could and flew forwards aiming a kick at the man’s head.

By some luck, he connected.

The man stumbled back slightly, but regained posture quickly and locked blades with Revan.

Sweat started to bead Revan’s forehead but he held strong. Continually pushing more Force into his arms in his attempt to push back the Sith.

Jonas jumped behind both Revan and the Sith and lunged an attack into his back. The Sith broke away and Revan had to quickly manoeuvre out of the way so he did not get impaled by Jonas’s lightsaber.

There was a loud shout of laughter; a scream and all went black…



* * *



“Dad? … Dad!” Revan heard his daughter call out to him numerous times before he had enough strength to open his eyelids. It looked to be just before dawn. A soft green tinge could be seen just above the mountains in the distance. “Are you alright?” she asked.

Revan nodded. He was covered in sweat. These dreams were become ever more occurring. Revan didn’t know if it had something to do with this planet or not but he had to find out why he was having these dreams.

“You were yelling in your sleep,” said Aleira. Revan could note the hint of fear in her face. “Something about Jonas, and Mother, and something called Ka’azar.”

Revan sat up straight and wiped the sweat from his forehead. “Ka’azar was the name of the leader of the True Sith,” he said. “Jonas and I fought him,”

“And won?” asked Aleira.

“Yes,” answered Revan. “But it was a long and tiring battle. Physically, and mentally.” Aleira waited to see if Revan would say anything more, but he did not really feel like talking about this just yet. He stood to his feet and slowly walked to the edge of the lake. His mind was racing. It had started out such a pleasant dream…

“Father,” came Aleira’s voice behind him. He turned and asked, “yes?”

Aleira shifted her feet slightly and said, “what did you dream about
Mother?”

“When she told me that I would be a father,” he said smiling.

Aleira did not move, and did not smile. “It seemed like you were angry when I was watching you say her name,”

Revan frowned. “Never,” he said truthfully. “Hearing that I was going to be a father was the best day of my entire life. When your Mother told me that we would be having a baby, I was thrilled beyond anything. I couldn’t wait to tell the others, I could wait for you to get here so I could start teaching you about the world. Aleira, I love you. I could never be angry with you.”

“I miss Mum.” Aleira said, a tear falling down her cheek.

Revan walked forwards and knelt down in front of her and hugged his child. “She was stolen from both of us. I miss her too.” He placed his hands on her shoulders and made her look into his face. “I will make sure you have a life that allows you to be able to great things. I will never leave you, Aleira.”

She nodded and wiped the tears from her face.

“Now come on,” said Revan, standing back up. “Let’s go for a walk. There’s a place near here that I think you will find interesting.”



*



They walked for a few hours and stopped when the sun was in the mid of her peak. Her face shown brightly down upon them and they took seat underneath a large yellow leafed tree.

“There should be another pack of those flapjacks in there if you’re hungry,” said Revan as he handed Aleira the pack. She looked inside, rummaged around and look out a packet of the flapjacks.

After a short meal, Revan stood and began pacing around while Aleira watched him. She had no idea what he was doing until he stopped and said, “this way!” pointing into the foliage ahead of them. He started walking and Aleira quickly slung the pack over her shoulder and took off after him. Through small shrub bushes through piercing nettles that stuck to their robes, the Father and Daughter trudged through the forest for another three hours.
Then all of a sudden, the trees cleared and they were standing in a large field.

A large structure was standing in the center of the field. Ships were flying around the area, and there was smaller dark figures walking around the structures doors.

Revan grabbed Aleira by the cloak and pulled her back into the cover of the foliage.

“Wha-,” she managed before Revan covered her mouth with his hand.

“Shh!” he said. He took his hand away and she looked up at him.

“What is going on?” she asked.

“Something that is not supposed to be happening,” replied Revan. “This planet is supposed to be deserted of all intelligent life; Animals being the exception. No humans were here when Jonas and I left. We made sure of that.”

“What do you mean?” asked Aleira.

“All of the were Sith. We had to destroy them to save the Republic.”

“You slaughtered an entire civilization?”

“I am no proud of what I done, Aleira,” said Revan. “But it was necessary. At least … that is what I believed at the time. I am not sure who these people are, but if they have ships, there is a good chance that -,” He stopped in mid sentence.

“What?” pressed Aleira.

“The Ebon Hawk,” replied Revan. ‘If they have ships, then there is a big chance that they would have found the ship. Come on!” he said, grabbing hold of her arm and lifting her up so she could wrap her arms around his neck. “Keep your face pressed into my back so the trees do not strike you,” he instructed his daughter. As she did so, he closed his eyes and he completely opened himself to the Force and took off into the tree’s as fast as he possibly could.




Thirty minutes later, thinking that that had to be a Force record, Revan and Aleira crept slowly behind a group of trees that situated near their ship, the Ebon Hawk.

There were a group of people standing guard at the loading ramp. Blasters pointed toward the hatch. It looked like that they hadn’t managed to open it yet. Revan was glad that it was voice-locked. There were several other people walking around the ship, cautiously looking up and down the ship. Underneath her belly, climbing up top and walking around.

Revan reached into the Force and prodded at the mind of one of the guards who were standing at the ramp. Panting the words in his head, he called to the others. “Come on! There’s nobody here! Let’s just go. This ship has probably been here for yeas now ad we just haven’t seen it before now.”

“Nevertheless,” said one of the people on top of the ship, “we should still check it out.”

Revan prodded at the other guards mind. “He’s right. There’s nothing to see here.”

“Go if you wish,” said a small voice. A woman just came into view as she walked around one of the corners of the Ebon Hawk and leaned against the hull. “If you wish to die that is. Our Master would not be pleased if you left before fulfilling his orders now would he?”

“N-no,” stammered the guards. “S-sorry Elise, we don’t know why we said those things.”

“You should keep control of your tongues then,” replied Elise. “Or I shall cut them out,”

The guards nodded vigorously and Elise laughed and walked away.

It was then that Revan felt a hard knock on the back of his head, a scream from Aleira and a flash of blue light before he hit the ground and felt darkness take him away.

Interesting ending to that chapter, I wonder what happened to him?

And I love the length of the chapter, I could never be stuffed writing that long, but you obviously can. Nice work. :thumbsup:

:lol: That's why it took so long to write it. I wanted to add more to it but just couldn't. I re-done it like 4 times before I ended up with that chapter. Kept adding stuff, then taking out stuff. It was a nightmare that chapter x[ haha.
Anyways.

Well...
WHERE'S THE NEXT CHAPTER!!!!!!!?!?!?!?!?!?

Sorry, sorry. Take your time, do whatever you want to it.

But I do want the next chapter. :xp:

^^^ You seem as patient as me :lol: :fist:

I've been a bit busy for the past couple of days so I haven't even been able to start the next chapter :( ...
HOWEVER! ... I WILL have something for all of you to feast your teeth into soon.
I promise :D

Well...
WHERE'S THE NEXT CHAPTER!!!!!!!?!?!?!?!?!?

Sorry, sorry. Take your time, do whatever you want to it.

But I do want the next chapter. :xp:

:lol: and again :lol:

Yeah, BFA, quit slacking and crank out more chapters. :xp: (jokes) The pleas for more chapters are the sign of a good fic methinks. :D

~HOP

:xp: :xp: :xp: :xp:

Damn other commitments! They need to be abolished! What's with friends and the whole wanting to stay in your life thing? It's selfish is what it is :lol: :lol:

I've got an idea as to where the next chapter will lead to so I will get started with it then!!! :D

Hooray, can't wait for it, but if you get Force Unleashed like me, don't expect to have much more free time :xp:

Chapter Six: Surprise


“It only takes the light of the moon to understand and acknowledge our path from another person’s eyes.”

“I do not understand,” replied Revan.

“You don’t need to,” she answered. “What you DO need to understand however is that not all wounds can be healed. They can be managed, but never will they be truly gone.”

“Is there no way to-,”

“No, of course there is not,” cut in the voice, interpreting Revan’s question before he had even finished. “Pain is a natural part of life, whether it be physically or mentally. To suffer is to learn; to learn is to understand and only through this can you fully know of the future. From the scars of your injuries that intertwine themselves with your senses, you can discern just what it is that you need to do to succeed.”

“Will I ever be free?” asked Revan.

The woman bore her blue eyes into his own and said, “Revan … freedom is just an illusion for the strong willed, but weak minded. To be free is to be lazy. To be free is to die. To be free is to be in a state where harmony can no longer exist because all, which could be free, is dead. You may not understand this now but in time, you will. Just remember these words when ever you think that you cannot continue: Everything I tell you is a lie, and yet, a truth also.”

“I think I am beginning to understand,” replied Revan.

The woman nodded slowly. “Perhaps. But perhaps not fully; that takes time.”

“I will never forget you,” said Revan.

“Of course you will, but that is something to be forgiven for,” She laughed at his confounded expression. “Revan!” she cried. “Go! You will be late! They are coming!”



He awoke to see himself lying on a stone floor. The coldness pressing into his back and making him cringe in discomfort. He sat up slowly and looked around. Aleira was lying next to him with her eyes closed. He carefully felt for a pulse.

It was there, but very faintly. Worried, he stood and walked to the Force Screen that filled the entire doorway that held them in that room and yelled out for someone. He heard footsteps and noticed two people walking up to him. One was a male with long brown hair and a hardened faced: typical military personnel. The other was a female. She kept looking at Revan with a half interested half anxious look. They were both clothed in a black vest, silver belt and heavy black pants. Their boots were of a green tinge with a gold inlay.

“Quit your yammering,” said the man. “We hear you,”

“Good,” snarled Revan. “Then maybe you can come in here and help my daughter. What have you done to her?”

“She’s only been stunned,” assured the woman. “Of course, it might have been a little bit more higher than what it was meant to be,” she quickly glanced at her male counterpart then looked back to Revan. “However, she will be fine. It takes time for the effects to wear off.”

“She better be fine,” answered Revan.

“Or what, Jedi?” asked the Male. “You’ll do what?”

“I think I’ll let you figure that out for yourself,” answered Revan.

“There will be no need for violence just yet,” came a louder voice from behind the two guards. They turned around and snapped a salute and Revan looked behind them to notice the same female from before. Elise: Her long blonde hair flowing behind her as she walked gracefully in her pure white robe.

“Good afternoon,” she said brightly to Revan. “My name is-,”

“Elise,” cut in Revan. “I know.”

“Good,” she said, unfazed by him knowing her name. “I am the Leader of our Master’s Army and it is I that will take you to see our master. He is most intrigued to see you Revan.” With that she unlocked the Force field separating them and Revan felt himself being put into a stasis. He cursed himself inside. He should have prepared himself for such a thing. She was so quick he didn’t even have time to pull up a force shield. She slapped a couple of stun cuffs on him and lifted the stasis.

“What about my daughter?” he asked as he looked over at Aleira.

“She will be fine,” said Elise. “Move,”

She prodded him in the back and he moved forward. They walked out into the hallway and moved along the stone passage. They passed many rooms that held nothing but complete darkness as far as Revan could tell. Some he could faintly see the light out of windows. But the sun was nearly set.

How long had they been knocked out for?

They reached a turbo lift and Elise pressed the button that would take them up.

Several moments passed and neither of them broke the silence until Elise pressed the emergency stop button and turned to face Revan.

“Why are you back?” she whispered angrily.

Revan stepped back confused. “What do you mean?” he asked.

“Why are you back on this planet?” her eyes gazed into Revan’s with an almost longing sense. There was a fire in her eyes that he had not seen for many a year.

“I know your face,” he said slowly.

She nodded. “Yes,” she said. “You know because it was I who nearly killed you, but spared your life last time. It was only on the condition that you leave this planet and never return. That was before you and Jonas the Exile laid waste to this planet and destroyed nearly everything and everyone.”

“I am sorry,” he said. “But your old master had to be destroyed. If he was not then my galaxy – your galaxy – would have been destroyed.”

“That is in the past,” she said as she turned back and made the lift resume its ascent. “You will face the new master of this planet and he shall decide your fate.”




Revan stayed silent as the doors slowly slid open. The hallway beyond was filled with torches lining the walls. This planet had always seemed so primitive compared to other worlds in terms of technology. But Revan knew that that was only the mask that it wore. The true face was in the walls.

They walked briskly down the corridor and turned left that lead down a small incline. They came to a room what looked to be an entrance hall that sat at the bottom of a giant staircase. Revan looked up.

“We have to walk up that?” he asked.

Elise smirked. “Too old are we?”

Revan puffed out his chest childishly. “Never!” he said.

Elise shook her head. “I despise what you did Revan,” she whispered. “But no matter how much I want to hate you, you could always – and it seems that you can still – make me smile,”

“It’s what I do,” replied Revan as they started their climbing.

“Quiet,” she warned. “My master can hear us now. Now shut up and stay silent and no harm will come to you nor your daughter.”

They climbed the rest of the stairs in silence. All the while Revan was thinking about how he could get out of this mess. His thoughts came up short however, because as to how many plans he conjured in his mind, each one of the endangered his life, and if there was a risk that Aleira could be harm in their escape, he would not take that route. He would think of another way.

His mind was taken back to reality however as they climbed to the topmost stair and proceeded forward through a large archway and into a great chamber beyond. Only after realizing that he could not see the roof of this room, he realized that he had been here before…



“Revan,” said Jonas, panting for breath. “We can not keep this up for much longer.”

They had been fighting for eight hours straight and it seemed that Ka’azar had not lost any momentum, or breath in the process.

“I know,” replied Revan. “You would think someone would tell him that we’re the good guys.” He was watching Ka’azar pace from side to side of the room. Just mocking the two of them. He was playing with them. Making them struggle before he unleashed his final move to end this fight once and for all.

Jonas tried to laugh at this statement but all he could manage was a small smirk. “Revan,” he said. “We have to consider that we may not be able to win this fight,”

Revan looked at Jonas. “You surprise me,” he said. “I never would have thought the most revered general of my army would have given up so easily.”

“It wasn’t easily, Revan,” said Jonas seriously. “I have fought many battles and many battles have I won. But never have I faced an opponent
such as this.”

“Had enough?” asked Ka’azar

“No,” said Revan. “We were just wondering how long it will take before we decide to kill you,”

Ka’azar grinned. “Hopefully not too long,” he said. “I’m getting annoyed by this pointless fighting.”

Revan cried out and Jonas lunged forward. Each tired but neither surrendering to their will to give up…



“You remember this room,” said the figure standing in front of them He had his back turned to him and Elise but Revan could see just how prominent of a figure this man really was. He was looking out of a great window that showed the entire valley beyond. A new addition to the room, Revan noted.

“Yes,” replied Revan. “I remember it.”

“Good,” said the figure slowly turning to face them. He had shoulder length hair. Braided in some places with bright red beads dangling down and resting upon his shoulders. His eyes were piercing black: Long empty tunnels that lead to an empty soul. The slender body that was cloaked in an emerald green robe gave off the appearance of a teenage boy more than a man.
“You weren’t exactly what I was expecting,” said Revan, barely able to hide the surprise in his voice.

“I get that a lot,” smiled the boy. “No one really expects a person such as me to know the knowledge that I possess.”

“And what do you know?” asked Revan.

“I know things that you do not, for I am a god; I am all knowing.” replied the boy.

“And what are the thing you do not know?” countered Revan.

The young man smiled. “Revan,” he said. “I know things like the fact that you are with your daughter. I know what goes around in you and your daughters mind. You should watch her by the way. I have realized that she is not exactly as she seems. I can move mountains; I can create life and just as easily take it away. I am the real Conqueror of Death,”

Revan scoffed. “Ka’azar thought just as you did,” he said. “And, just if you have not noticed, he’s not doing very well.”

The young man smiled. “I however, am not Ka’azar,”

“Then who are you?” asked Revan.

“My name is Botiu,” he said. “I am the son of Ka’azar.”

“Botiu is a weird name,” stated Revan.

“As is Revan,” countered Botiu.

“Indeed you have me there,” nodded Revan.

The young man smiled once again. His eyes were still as dark as ever and did not complement is seemingly warm smile.

They stayed silent for a while. In that time, Revan took in just how different Botiu and Elise really were. Here was this woman, with a passion to hate and hurt, and yet … here was this boy who seemed to be the sort of person who would not even hurt a gizka.

“I have hurt more than a gizka,” said Botiu.

Revan frowned. He did not even feel Botiu’s presence try to overshadow his own.

“Oh yes,” nodded Botiu excitedly. “I can hear your thoughts as if you are speaking them directly to me,”

“Interesting,” said Revan.

“Interesting indeed,”

Elise walked forward and Botiu cocked his head to the side and looked at her.

“My lord,” she said. “What is to be done with the prisoners?”

“I thought you would have already known that, my sweet Elise,” said Botiu mockingly.

Elise kept her anger in check. Clearly she did not like this new master of hers, Revan realized. “I do not my lord. For you only know the things others do not,”

Botiu laughed at this. “Yes, that I do!” he boomed. His voice quieted after several moments of his laughter echoing in Revan’s ears. “Ah Elise,” Botiu said. “What do we usually do with people who present a threat?”

“But what of the child?” asked Elise. Even Revan this time could sense her flabbergasted thoughts.

“She will also be presented as a threat and will need to be dealt with,”

“But, my lord,” started Elise.

“You dare doubt me?” cut in Botiu. “DO YOU DARE DOUBT ME?” He screamed.

Elise took an uneasy step back. “Of course not my lord!” she said. “It will be done!”

With that she took off toward the stairs, pushing Revan down in front of her as she went. Revan’s mind was spinning. He had to get Aleira and get out of here as quickly as possible. But with Elise guarding his every move, how was that possible?

She pushed him into the turbo lift and they proceeded back down to the lower levels. “Elise,” started Revan. “How can you let him do this? To kill an innocent child; It is inhumane!”

“It is my master’s wishes and orders,” said Elise. “I cannot disobey them otherwise I will die.”

Revan tried to question her more but she would not budge. Even when he tried to probe her mind, she shook him off and glared at him. Before he knew it he was back in the cell. Aleira was sitting in the corner softly weeping. Revan sped over to her and hugged her.

“It’s going to be, OK,” he assured her. “I promise,”

“We’re going to die,” she replied. “There’s nothing you can do father, I already know,”

“No!” said Revan. “I will not let anything happen to you, I have already told you that.”

Aleira just shook her head and continued to weep. Revan kept holding onto her until the two guards from before and Elise stepped in front of the Force Screen.

“This is only one way so you will not be able to defend yourself,” said Elise.

The three of them each pointed blasters at Revan and Aleira.

Revan stood in front of his daughter. “Please,” he said. “Just take me. Let my daughter go. But you must know that Botiu is lying to you. He is no god. He uses you only to gain power for himself!”

“Shut it!” snapped the Male guard. He aimed directly for Revan’s chest.

Revan looked at Elise. “Please,” he said. “Help us! I can kill this Botiu and you will be able to live a free life.”

Elise leveled her blaster at Revan. “A lot of others have said that before you Revan,” The three charged their blasters and before Revan could do anything, Elise’s gaze hardened and she elbowed the male guard in the jaw and shot the female in the side of the head. “But you are the first one I have ever believed!” she cried as she lowered the Force Shield and continued to attack the male guard.

Revan darted forwards and grabbed the blaster from the female’s corpse and shot the male in the kneecap. He fell to the ground and screamed in agony. Elise took her opportunity and hit him directly in the windpipe. He spluttered and after only a few seconds, he lay sprawled on the ground dead.

“Let’s go,” said Revan. “There’s a pretty good chance someone heard that,”

Elise stood rooted the spot, apparently at a loss for words as for what she had just done.

“You coming?” asked Revan as came back into the hallway closely followed by a worried yet thankful Aleira.

“I have nowhere to go,” said Elise helplessly.

“Listen,” said Revan. “For this, you can come with us, now let’s go!”

Elise slowly started to nod her head. After a few up and down lifts of her head, she started to nod faster and she smiled at Revan. “Let’s go then.” She said.



* * *


“Where did you put my lightsaber?” asked Revan as they all ran down the hallway.

“No need to search for it,” said Elise as she rummaged around in her white robe. A second later she pulled out the hilt of Revan’s lightsaber and chucked it to him.

“Thanks,” he said as he hitched it to his belt. “Now all we have to do is get to the Ebon Hawk,”

“It’s still where it was,” replied Elise. “None of us were able to bypass the voice lock for the loading ramp.”

Revan smiled.

He and Aleira followed Elise as she lead them down a steep incline that led to a small set of steps.. There was a large hallway beyond with doorways leading to places unknown lining against the walls. They moved quickly down the passage until a soldier that came out of one of the rooms stopped them.

“What is going on?” he asked, eyeing the three of them suspiciously.

“I have orders from the Great God Botiu himself to take these two prisoners to the docks. They are to be taken to the plains of Gheru to be put to death.”

“I wasn’t notified that anyone was to be coming down this way,” said the soldier.

“If you have a problem than I suggest you take it up with the Master!” snapped Elise. “Now will you let us pass or shall we go and see our Master? And most likely, to both of our deaths because you decided to waste his precious time?”

The guard nodded his head slowly but stopped when they all heard the alarms overhead. He looked down to Elise but only noticed the form of her fist heading directly between his eyes. He fell to the ground out cold.

“It looks like they’ve figured out that we’re not dead,” said Revan.

“Are we going to be able to get out of here?” asked Aleira looking from Elise to Revan.

Elise nodded. “Of course,” she said. “This way!”

Elise took them into one of the rooms and ran directly to corner that faced the doorway. She lifted up a rug and underneath sat a hatch.

“Oh, I forgot how cliché this world was,” said Revan.

Elise smiled. “If you’ve watched a number of holo drama’s then you no doubt will be able to get out of here,”

She lifted up the hatch and dropped down. Aleira followed, then Revan.
They were engulfed in darkness and Elise cracked on a glow rod and tore down a long, thin and winding passageway.

“Do you know where you’re going?” asked Revan.

“Yes,” he heard Elise say. “This tunnel leads to a secret entrance that will open very close to your ship. It will only be a hundred meter dash but the area will be full of guards so we will have to be quick indeed.”

For another forty-five minutes they followed the tunnel, panting and holding stiches at their sides. For the last ten minutes the path steeped into an incline and Revan had to fuel not only himself, but pass on some of his energy to Aleira also; she was not trained as much in these techniques as he was.

They reached the end of the tunnel and Elise pressed her finger to her lips. She climbed up a ladder and turned a wheel at the top and slowly pushed up the hatch. She peered out and around at their surroundings and motioned to Revan and Aleira that it was all right to ascend up the ladder.

Aleira went before Revan and when Revan stood to his feet once he left the tunnel he felt light headed and stumbled slightly.

“Father!” said Aleira running to his side.

“What is wrong?” asked Elise

“I’m fine,” he lied. “Just took a wrong step. Come on, let’s go,”


Elise nodded and proceeded to carefully trudge through the thick foliage that now stood in their way. It was just then that Revan’s danger sense kicked in. He turned, ignited his lightsaber and yelled for both Elise and Aleira to get to the ship as more blaster bolts came flying at them.

“Go!” he cried out to them. “Secure the ship!” They left and Revan continued to fight against the incoming blaster shots.

Four soldiers jumped out from behind the thick bushes that surrounded him. He took out two of them before the other two unsheathed their vibroswords from their backs. The two circled around him. Revan opened himself up to the Force. He sensed one of the soldiers that was no behind take a downward swing towards his head; he ducked and swerved and slashed at the soldiers legs. He jumped and rolled out of the way. The other soldier came swinging wildly at Revan. He blocked an incoming attack and lunged his lightsaber directly into the soldier’s abdomen. He turned to quickly block another strike from the other soldier. He kicked the soldier in the kneecap and when the soldier fell, Revan struck him in the side of the neck. The smell of burnt flesh filled his nostrils. He looked around, but after making sure there were no more soldiers around he took off after Aleira and Elise.

They were waiting for him just before the clearing.

The three of them reached the opening of the clearing to where the Ebon Hawk sat and Revan ran up to the loading ramp, pushed the talk button and yelled into it, “Bastila!” and the ramp lowered and each of the piled in.

Revan closed the ramp again and took off towards the cockpit. They weren’t out of this yet.

“Elise!” he said. “Come on, we have work to do!”

Elise followed him as he ran to the cock pit and slammed down into the pilots seat. He started up the engines and after very quickly flipping multiple switches and going through each procedure as quickly as he could, he lifted the ship off the ground and took off into the sky. He noticed that they were being followed by a multiple number of smaller ships.

“Take the controls!” he ordered Elise. "Steady this ship and get her ready for Hyperspace. Anywhere, I don’t care, just away from here!” He didn’t wait for her response but instead headed directly for the top turret.

He sat and took control of the weapon and waited for the ships to get in range. He looked down to the control screen when the sky went black and noticed the red blips coming up fast on their position. A grid of the distance in which his turret could reach came up on the display and he watched the fighters start to circle the ship.

He took random shots at the fighters as they flew around him.

One came in closer to fire a couple of pot shot at him and he let loose a flurry of laser bolts and blew that fighter to oblivion. Now the other fighters knew that he meant business, they took more caution in nearing the ship. It was only until another two ships flew in and landed couple of shots on the port side of the hull that the rest of the dim witted nerfs realized that they had another five ships compared to his one. Now Revan had his hands full. He used the Force to predict his enemies next directions and shot bolts always a couple of degrees to the other side before redirecting his fire to the original path of flight the fighters would take. He felt the ship do a quick lurch “down” and he swiveled the turret back around so he could fire at the fighters that were coming up from behind him. He shot a few more shots and just before he was about to bark into the COM he received the message over the ships speakers, “prepare for Hyperspace,” and after a spilt section slowdown, he was pushed back into his chair and they entered Hyperspace and left their enemies to follow a trail of space dust.

It was then that Revan decided that he would no longer take part in any close get-a-way’s ever again. He had enough grey hairs as it was already.

Lol, the ending I found pretty funny. Good work.

Nice length, although I did spot a few grammatical errors like no caps and such, but nothing too serious. :thumbsup:

Thanks Bini.

I wasn't sure about this chapter. I didn't know if it seemed rushed or not. I wrote it when I was pretty tired and I just re-red it and found some of the mistakes you mentioned so I'll go and polish them up.
As I said, not sure about this chapter and I'd like to see everyones opinion on it to see if I should lengthen it or something to make it seem not so rushed (if its rushed at all that is...)

It's a bit, but not as much as one of my chaps, that's called rushed, glad I didn't do it with my next chaps :xp:

I've added a little bit more to the whole 'get to the Ebon Hawk!' part of the chapter. Before it just seemed it was too easy. It probably still does, lol. Just the difference now is that they have more soldiers and that to get through on their way there.

Wasn't really necessary but it did add something extra :)

Probably not, but I just felt that it needed something...
Something more than what it had anyway. I didn't want to go too overboard with the whole editing thing though so I just added a tiny bit. Trust me, I had so many more ideas, it probably would have gone into another chapter!
But .. I was sure that nobody wanted that, including me.