I do not own Star Wars or the book Revan, I do however own Commander Soul. Rebo, Hayro and Dayton.
Revan groaned as she ran her fingers through her dark blood red mane. She slowly sat up quickly her head throbbing from last night. She looked around seeing she wasn't in her own quarters which gave her a moment of confusion but then panic. The young Jedi looked around worried as to what had happened the night before; her friends had decided that a celebratory drink was in order for the latest victory which had pushed the Mandolorians back and to their one last refuges but that was about all she remembered.
She looked around trying to get some clue as to where she was when she heard the door open; her head seemed to light on fire at even that sound. She raised her hand to her head and winced her hang over not appreciating the sound at all. She looked up at the person standing in the door who raised an eyebrow at her "finally returned to the land of the living then little sis" the young man said chuckling to himself, she groaned in response.
The man who was considering scolding her was Dayton, her old friend, he was five foot nine and had a toned body and very long legs, he stood leaning against the door and smiled warmly at her.
"I'm guessing I passed out from drinking at some point and you carried me here and then stayed at Hayro's last night?" she said smiling to her best friend that she considered her brother. He nodded shaking his head "you really do need to tell me your quarters pass code" he said looking down at her throwing her two small pills which landed on her lap, her motor reflexes nowhere near ready to do any actions like catching something.
"Hey Dayton got any water?" she requested and he nodded in response handing her a small cup which she thanked him for before taking the pain killers her headache going within a few minutes she smiled to him and he shook his head.
"sis go to your quarters, shower, get dressed and make yourself half presentable we have a war meeting in two hours and you're our idiot general, so try not to look like you were plastered last night" he ordered getting a quick nod in response she jumped up and looked at her attire she was wearing everything from last night except a necklace which didn't bother her as she hated the little thing but Dayton had got it for her so she had to wear it.
She walked out before jogging to her quarters, she walked inside and sighing as the door closed behind her. She ran her fingers threw her hair and stripped off getting in the sonic shower. She let out another frustrated sigh as it cleaned the dirt and the force knows what else off of her from the previous night, she missed the feeling of water rushing over her skin. She had come to love the rain even during combat as it was the only time she felt fresh water on her body.
She stepped out and pulled on a very tight sports bra and a pair of panties, while most Jedi wore the simple robes of The Order she was one of the few who didn't, she wore full armour.
She pulled on the black robes that she wore underneath the rest of her combat gear. She then pulled on the dark brown nearly black boots that was part of the armour she wore, the black robes had a second layer a large black Kama that almost flared out like a dress with a large cut in it, at the waist down its length, leaving full movement of the legs so you could fight perfectly fine despite it. She looked down checking the red section was perfectly in center before continuing.
Revan walked to her bed and picked up the bronze coloured armour that would cover her torso. She lifted it over her head before she tightened it, the flat chest plate hiding her gender leaving many questioning if she was male or female or what species she even was. Sighing for a moment before pulling on the bronze gauntlets that protected her forearms and the backs of her hands from injury.
The Jedi general reached down attaching the pitch black cape to her armour allowing it to flow down to the ground before she finally looked over to her desk, her rust red and iron grey mask looking at her. That mask was Revan, without it no one knew her, without it she was free to do as she wished, free from responsibilities, free from the pressure.
But this was her mask, her duty, her responsibility, her burden. She reached over lifting the light metal piece of armour up with the force pulling it slowly across the room and into her hands. The cold metal looked at her she stared into the visor the men and women who had died under her command looked back at her out of the abyss of the visor. She let out a shuddered breath before turning the mark and pulling it on her dark red hair tucked out of sight into her armour.
She lifted her hands and gripped the black hood lifting it covering the top of her head and leaving the metal mask almost floating in darkness just it's rust red and cold grey looking out, no eyes, no heart just cold, uncaring metal. She let out a shuddered breath as if the weight of the burdens that the mask carried were suddenly dropped onto her shoulders.
She stood there for a moment before lifting her right hand it was open palm facing the wall a grey and black hilt shot across the room landing in her open hand she slowly clipped it to her belt. She wanted as little time in this armour as possible yet she found it comforting knowing that it was the mask not the women, well her, that was associated with any losses, with anything that went wrong.
She sighed knowing she couldn't put off facing the world forever she waved her hand the door opening. She stepped outside looking at the world through her cold visor. She looked as several republic troops stepped to the side saluting she swallowed and then walked quickly down the corridor to the war room.
The sound of the young women's boots echoed down the nearly empty corridors, her pace unchanging, even when she came across soldiers she just blanked them, until she reached the war room. She stood perfectly still outside for a minute just thinking to herself, letting her gather her thoughts together get her emotions under control.
"There is no emotion, there is peace" she whispered to herself before hearing a chuckle from her right she looked over at the young women at her side. She was slightly shorter than herself, but they would be the same height if Revan was not wearing her large boots. Her bright blue eyes looked into the cold black of the visor; her eyes resembled to oceans of Mannan and stared into the blackness taking the place of Revan's eyes.
"Why do you bother we both know it doesn't help you" The young commander said, pushing a piece of hair that had gotten loose from her bun behind her ear. Revan didn't respond she just looked back at the door before opening it and walking inside in long strides leaving the younger women behind her.
"Ah General Revan, commander Soul, glad you could join us." The voice of the elderly Admiral said from the end of the holo table currently showing battle plans for the invasion of Malachor V. Revan's eyes flicked over the information she was furious she had told them that this plan wasn't to be discussed without her.
She felt everyone's eyes on her expecting her 'wisdom' to begin and take charge she merely nodded to the admiral and took a seat at the admiral listening as the grey haired man said his piece. She looked over the plans and began playing them out in her mind watching a thousand scenarios, watching every possible way that the Mandolorians could counter each part of the plan making counters for those counters in her mind.
She snapped out of her thoughts by a foot kicking her shin she looked up at the person who did it Dayton looked back at her and nodded to the admiral, she looked over and he was clearly waiting for a response to something. "I said what you think of the plan General?" he repeated clearly annoyed by having to run his plans by someone else as if his expertise wasn't honed over the years. Annoyed further by the fact she seemed to not paying him any attention.
The young women paused looking again at the holograms of the plan but them looked at the admiral and sighed.
Revan sighed walking out of the war meeting six hours of almost nonstop arguing, over the plans, the only break it that six hours being a thirty minute recess half way through to get some food. She had only gotten some caf.
She walked to the mess upon entering she looked up at the chrono on the wall and saw it was basically lunch galactic standard time and she knew eating would be welcome to her starved stomach, just a shame it was synthesiser slop.
Never the less the red head got herself some of the supposed food and headed to her room. Sitting eating the supposed meal in front of her having to have large drinks of water as she did. She sighed stripping to her underwear and then grabbed a set of beige robes and a brown cloak lying on her small chair she pulled them on and sighed sweet anonymity.
She walked out her quarters and to the nearest training room she walked inside and pulled out a lightsaber hilt, the young Jedi activated the violet blade it sprang to life with a snap hiss and she paused a moment smiling listening to the hum of the plasma. With the wave of a hand the training exercise activated four remotes shot out and began circling her.
She closed her eyes reaching out with the force she felt the floating drones moving around. The violet blade moved quickly blocking the red bolts aimed for the Jedi. The movements were precise, rehearsed and by now instinct, one fires she twists her blade diagonal across her body, another the blade goes over her head and parallel with her back blocking another.
"hey beautiful have we met?" a soft female voice filled the air she opened her eyes looking at the source before wincing as a red bolt collided with her thigh, she quickly deactivated the probes before glaring at the Commander who was leaning against a wall laughing.
Revan's skin went red as she blushed from anger and embarrassment, she walked in long powerful strides up to the fleet officer her fist clenching before pausing and storming out remembering she wasn't Revan right now. How dare she say that, who did she think she was?Revan thought as she walked to the war room.
Walking inside Revan looked over the battle plans making subtle changes to various stages before finally turning the panel off she waved her hand and sealed the doors. She looked around before pressing an extremely long set of keys, a plan for a bomb appearing, she looked it over. Watching as the plans updated to show how far it was completed she nodded seeing it had barely anything left to be done, it would be done on time to end this war.
She deactivated the hologram and stared at the blank holo pad for a moment just breathing. She sighed knowing what she was planning knowing what it would do to those too close. She reached out with the force, searching for Meetra who was still light years away but coming ever closer. She sighed walking to her room. She sat down and placed her head in her hands the rapping of metal made her look up never a moment of peace. She grabbed her helmet pulling it on before walking to the door and opened it.
Rebo stood smirking at her, his hulking form taking up the doorway. He was about six foot four and very muscular he had a small amount of fat on his stomach but it didn't reflect his actual fitness. He could easily run laps round Revan. She smiled inviting him in the second the door close she removed her helmet and hugged him.
Revan broke the hug and stepped back, looking up at him "how are you?" she asked him and he nodded "I'm fine thanks how about you, Miss all powerful Revanchrist, General of the Fifth Fleet, Scourge of The Mandolorians and Saviour of The Republic" he said laughing as she blushed.
"For the love of, don't you start as well" she groaned shaking her head getting a chuckle back. He smiled sitting down drinking a cup of caf he had with him. He hadn't slept in a few days so Caf wasn't a good idea but he wanted to be awake for a little while longer.
She smiled to him making herself some tea. Both Jedi sat in silence "are you still going to use the bomb" he asked his tone neutral as was his face. She sighed least he was being straight to the point.
"Yes" she whispered she didn't get a response so just sipped her tea before looking up at him. He nodded slightly again "then be off the world when you do" he whispered. The slightly younger Jedi nodded at her before leaving.