Ok, it's done, and it took me less time than i thought it would
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Chapter 9
Talravin System
Setting the
Ebon Hawk down into the docking bay, Revan could feel the tension in the air. Looking over to Bastila, he found her with her eyes closed in silent meditation. Reaching out through the bond, he could see the small threat of darkness that remained from her time with Malak. Nudging her through the Force, he saw her eyes open and peer at the docking bay in front of her.
“Welcome home.” Revan said, making no display of humor and instead meaning it as an actual greeting.
“It feels…different than how I remember it.” Bastila responded, looking over at him. In her eyes, Revan saw a small glimmer of sadness. But at what, he didn’t know. She had explained to him that her family had given her to the Jedi Order at a young age, and yet, she remembered flashes of things from when she was younger. Arguments, happiness, and fear, among other things. And whatever those things were, she hadn’t told him.
“Leaving at age five will do that to you.” Bastila smiled slightly at the joke, although the subject was indeed no laughing matter. He was right though, her memories were only one side of the puzzle. And the masters had always said that memories deceiving, "Full of emotion" as Master Vandar had said.
“Indeed. Well, shall we leave the ship?”
“After you.” Revan said, already out of his seat and offering his hand to her. She took it and both of them walked towards the loading ramp.
“Welcome to Talravin, Master and Mistress, how may I help you?” The small droid said, not much bigger than a seeker drone used anywhere else in the galaxy. Taking in the sights around them, both Revan and Bastila took in the sight that was the planet. The city itself was similar to Manaan, in terms of design only, but the landscape was almost a sister of Tatooine, with patches of grass thrown into the desert.
“Can you tell us about the planet?” Revan asked, turning his attention to the droid.
“Certainly! Is this your first visit to Talravin?”
“Sort of. My friend here was born here, but she hasn’t been back for some time.” Revan said, giving a nod in Bastila’s direction. By now, Bastila’s attention was also on the small droid, although Revan could sense that her mind was constantly on the edge of losing any focus. It troubled him to see her this way, and he wondered how she had managed to seem so calm on Taris.
“In that case, welcome back then Mistress.” The droid said to Bastila, the mechanical voice lacking any humanity.
“Thank you.”
“1-A, get away from them.
Stupid blasting droid” Someone said, emerging from a door off to Bastila’s left. Judging by the voice, Revan could tell it was the same man who had contacted them when the
Hawk had emerged from hyperspace.
“Sorry about that. That droid does that to everyone.”
“No apologies are necessary.” Bastila said, watching the droid float off to a secluded corner of the hanger.
“Still, I have to get around to fixing that droid. One of these days he’s gonna be nice to the wrong sort of people.” The man responded, wiping his hands on a dirty rag that was carried on his belt. “Now, I just need your docking fee and you can be on your way.”
“
We don’t need to pay any docking fee.” Bastila said, waving her hand in front of the man.
“You don’t need to pay the docking fee.”
“
We can about our business.”
“You can go about your business.” The man said, turning and walking back to the torn apart hyperspace drive. Looking at Bastila, Revan smiled.
“I do indeed think I’m beginning to rub off on you. That was perfect.”
“We might need the credits later on. Besides, who knows how long we’ll be here till something happens?” She responded, her face a mountain of emotions.
“You raise a very valid point.”
“Don’t I always?”
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Talravin System
Four Days Later
Inside the cantina, the music of the band swayed back and forth to an old Corellian wedding song, an odd choice for such a normal cantina, filled with space captains and their crews, smugglers, gangsters, and others of similar background. Looking around, the entire scene reminded Bastila of how the cantina in the Tarisian Lower City had looked. Filled with the kinds of people that she had once looked down upon.
But that part of her was gone, most likely dying at the hands of Malak. It seemed like her entire life had been re-arranged and then put back together into its original shape. And the only things that had remained was her command of the Force, and her love for Revan. And even now that love was rapidly changing.
Sipping at her drink, the one that Revan had ordered for, Bastila didn’t even notice Revan as he slid back into the booth. And then, allowing the bond to enter her immediate thoughts, she noticed him sitting across from her. He was smiling slightly, not entirely drunk but certainly buzzed on the numerous drinks he had ordered.
“Do you want to dance?” He asked, offering his hand to her.
“No.” She offered in response, returning her gaze to her drink. There was something wrong, like her mind had forgotten something, something that she
should have remembered instantly, and yet, it remained elusive.
“Why not? Don’t tell me you’re drunk.”
“No, I am not drunk.”
“Then come dance with me!” Revan said, grinning with his usual vigor. Finally giving in, Bastila put her drink back onto the table and took Revan’s hand. Up on a poorly made stage, the band quickly slid into a fast styled song, probably of Corellian origin also. As the rest of the crowd started to flow into the steps of the dance, Revan and Bastila stood on the edge of the crowd.
“Ready?” He asked, the grin he had used earlier still on his face.
“No.”
“Come on, what’s wrong? You’ve been a stick in the mud all night.” She was quiet for a moment, as if she didn’t know how to respond. And then, looking up into his eyes, she frowned.
“I don’t know how to dance.”
“That’s good, neither do I!” Gripping her hand, Revan fell into the flow of the dance with Bastila in tow. Both of them stumbled numerous times, much to the laughter of a few patrons sitting at the bar. Finally, as both of them found the right timing, they began to blend in with the crowd. As both of them began to swing around in a circular motion, their speed growing faster and faster by the minute, Bastila smiled, the annoyed and depressed feeling that she had felt earlier disappearing from her mind.
“Revan, stop!” She said in a playful manner, her hair slapping against the back of her neck.
“Hold on!” Revan replied, suddenly stopping the motion and falling into another step. Holding onto him, Bastila was full of nothing except laughter. Time was slowly disappearing, with neither of them noticing it. And behind them the band continued to play.
As the song died down, and the most of the crowd slipped back to their drinks, Revan found himself standing immobile, unable to take his eyes off of the woman in front of him. She was still laughing, her eyes closed in happiness. She was beautiful, and in his mind, there was no-one else in the galaxy that he wanted to spend his life with.
Opening her eyes, Bastila looked back at him, her silver eyes now lined with an invisible line of happiness. The light was thinning above them, as the cantina was close to shutting down for the night. Smiling at the man before her, Bastila stood there in silence, not wanting to ruin the moment with any words.
“Want another drink?” Revan finally asked, breaking the sounds of silence between them.
“Absolutely.” Wrapping her arm around his waist, Bastila followed Revan to the bar, where the various patrons around them were slowly walking out the door and back into the night, drifting away like spirits in the wind. Behind the bar, the owner of the bar was serving most of his customers their last drinks, with some of them already having had their “last” at least two hours ago.
“Give me a bottle of Tarisian Ale, from the basement.” Revan said, talking to the bartender in a calm, convincing voice that went along with affecting the mind of another. Nodding, the bartender pulled up a door beneath his feet that undoubtedly led to the establishment’s wine-cellar. Returning a few minutes later, he blew the dust off of the bottle, which shined a little in the dim light.
“Here ya go.” He said, holding out his hand for the payment of the drink. Tossing him a few coins, Revan took the bottle by the neck and walked back to the booth with Bastila in tow. This evening was going perfectly, and there wasn’t anything in the galaxy that could ruin it.
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Malachor V, Trayus Academy
“What have you found?” Sion asked, starring at the hologram in front of him. His assassins had been following the Jedi for days now, almost hours after they had landed on Talravin. The Jedi had shown no signs of knowing that they were being followed, and yet, Sion could sense the uneasiness within his minions, even at this great distance away from the planet.
“We think we’ve found the perfect opportunity to strike. We are simply awaiting your command.”
“Act. Remember, the woman is to be taken alive.”
“Yes my lord. Right away.” The hologram said as it faded out as the signal ended. Closing his remaining eye, Sion focused on the power of the planet around him. He could feel it circling around in every corner of his body, binding his crumbling body together, as it had for many years now.
“Your minions are too confident.” He heard Traya say as she emerged on the stone walkway to the planet core.
“They will not fail us.”
“You place so much faith in them. An insult it must be to you whenever they fail.”
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Talravin System, Carrick Hotel
Closing the door behind them, Revan couldn’t help but laugh as the scene played over again in his mind, as disorganized as it was at the moment. What had that Sith soldier said on Taris? That Tarisian Ale had a nasty kick to it? Well, to two Jedi, it was quite possibly nothing.
“Revan, will you dance with me again?” Bastila asked, stumbling across the room in a haze, eventually landing on the small couch that lay in the center of the room. Ok, maybe that soldier was right about Tarisian Ale. Revan thought to himself as he walked over to the couch.
“Bas, we can’t, you’re drunk.”
“I most certainly… am not!” She replied, pausing in between words as if she had forgotten momentarily what she was going to say.
“No, you are. You can’t even walk properly.”
“Neither can you!” She did have a point, which Revan ended the conversation on. Seeing HK-47 standing deactivated in the corner of the room, he knew that it really didn’t matter what happened now. The droid, as blood-thirsty as it was, could probably handle things on its own.
“Ok, really, maybe you should sleep. It’ll probably help your system…Bas?” Revan said, looking down at Bastila, who had passed out on the couch, and was now quietly sleeping. Looking around, the room was spinning, and sitting down into a chair that was close by, Revan found himself succumbing to the effects of the Ale. Closing his eyes, he let his body fall into an alcohol-induced sleep.
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