Disclaimer: Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic belongs to Bioware Corporation, LocusArts, and EA games. Star Wars is owned by Disney.

To the Reader: It has been a very long time since I last worked on a Star Wars story. The main one I had been working on was The Mandalorian Wars which is going to have to be heavily rewritten mainly because I had no plans done for it and even some of the ideas I have in this current story don't match up with that one.

This new story Fragments of the Jedi, takes place around with the novel Revan does but follows a different storyline. One of my largest problems with Revan and The Old Republic game was the way Revan himself (or herself) was handled. Thus, I decided to write a "what if" story where Revan chose to stay with his family rather than run off into the unknown regions of space. Now, this being said, I did keep the way Revan looks from the legends universe as well as the Jedi Exile's name and appearance. This and Mission opening a shop on Coruscant are all which I kept the same.

There are OCs in this story. Because of these OCs there will be some incongruent points between this story and the Legends universe. Two such OCs are points of view characters while Revan and Meetra also point of view characters.

Without further ado, I hope you enjoy this story.

Thank you,
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"We have another costumer!" Mission's voice called back to Revan.

Revan pulled himself to his feet. The droid he'd been working on wasn't finished. Parts were scattered around the workspace. He wiped off his hands on a towel which rested close to the work space. This did nothing. The grease clung to his skin, darkening the color until he couldn't see the pale tan which resided beneath the layer of grease.

There was no point in trying to get the grease off until he got home. Instead, Revan exited the workspace and came out behind the counter. Mission was already speaking with the "costumer."

"Admiral Onasi," Revan greeted his old friend. "What brings you by?" It had been seven years since he had fought alongside Carth in the Jedi Civil War. Revan still remembered the horror of learning about his past and how he had struggled at the end of the war with the council. He had been a Jedi in name only by then. The feeling of the council's disapproval over his and Bastila refusing to be retrained and instead becoming married hadn't settled well with them.

A few of his memories had surfaced in dreams since then as well. But instead of following them as he had wanted, he choose to stay on Coruscant after learning Bastila was pregnant. During the four years since then, he and Bastila had been forced into hiding along with the few remaining Jedi. It had helped Carth and Mission were on Coruscant to aid him and Bastila in this.

"You."

"Me?" Revan couldn't stop a laugh from escaping. "Carth, there is very little I can do for you, unless you want me to repair a droid."

A scowl appeared on Carth's unshaven features. His eyes narrowed. "A friend of yours surfaced a while back. She came here in search of you."

Revan frowned. A friend? The only friends he had were the old crew of the Ebon Hawk. Two of which were dead. Three of which remained here on Coruscant. And the last member had gone to find his people.

"Is Canderous back then?"

"No. A friend from the Mandalorian Wars."

Revan couldn't figure who would be asking after him from back then. Granted, his memory beyond the past seven years was scattered. He remembered most of the early Civil War, but everything else was seen in bits and pieces.

"Come on, we can close up early and head to see this friend of yours, Rev." Mission looked at him.

"You should stay open," Revan told her. "You could lose business today."

Mission rolled her eyes. "Not that much for a few hours. Right, Bing-Z." She smiled at the wookiee who had been working not to far from where Revan had been.

Zaalbar looked up and replied in a few short growls.

Revan let out a breath. "All right, all right. I get it." Revan stepped out from behind the counter. "Lead the way, Admiral."

The trip didn't take long. They head to a more centralized location on Coruscant. It was more where Carth was stationed during his time on the capital world. The space was larger than the entire apartment Revan shared with his wife and son. The perks of being an Admiral and war hero.

Revan felt himself smile at the thought.

"I brought him like you asked," Carth informed the person who was seated in one of the chairs before Carth's desk. "Care to explain what this is about, Jedi Exile."

Revan stopped as his eyes fell over the familiar figure. He knew her. Before the Jedi had been forced on the run after the purge, he had been looking for this one Jedi. There had been a nagging feeling he needed to speak with her, to explain the end of the Mandalorian Wars. To just see her again and know she was all right.

There, before him, was Meetra Surik.

"Meetra," the name fell from his lips as a breath. "I thought you vanished on the outer rim."

"I had." Meetra stood, a smile spreading across her face. "It's good to see you again, Master, even if you're not wearing the mask." She made a little face. "So weird."

Revan managed a small laugh. She was acting normal enough. "Meetra," he started, "about Malachor," he cut off when she raised her hand to stop him.

"It's in the past, Revan. I know what you did was necessary to end the war when it did."

The words sliced deep into him until Revan felt an ache settle in his heart. He swallowed back the regret. This wasn't what she wanted to talk to him about, this much he could tell. "What made you look for me?"

"I'm looking to rebuild the Jedi Order," Meetra explained. "I've already gathered and started to train a few Force sensitives, but I would like to track down those who remain as knights and masters. I found the old high council," she confessed, eyes dropping, "they're all dead."

Revan felt himself frown. He had known Vandar had died, but the others? Kavar especially had been well known for his battle prowess. He had been far from the only one. Master Ell, another member of the High Council had also been well known for his mastery of lightsaber forms in relation to the double-bladed lightsabers.

"All of them?" Revan asked.

Meetra nodded. "Yes." Her light blue eyes flickered away from Revan.

"Meetra," he started, but stopped himself. He didn't know what to say. He had known Master Kavar was her master, the one who had trained her when she had been a Padawan learner.

She straightened. "Master, you once spoke on how the Republic and Jedi should stand unified. That the Republic needed the Jedi as much as the Jedi did the Republic. Please, help me in rebuilding the Order."

Revan hesitated. "I don't know if I'm the right person to ask. I was once a Sith and still go against many of the ways of the order. I have a family now."

"I know. Admiral Onasi informed me you and Bastila are married." A small smile appeared on her features. "Revan, you've never been one to follow the path of the council completely, but you did return to the light. And you were a good master to me and many who followed you into the war."

"If the rest of the high council is dead, you will need to start there," Revan confessed. "I assume this is why you are looking for those who remain after the purge."

Meetra smiled. "It is."

"I will need to speak with Bastila before agreeing to help find others." Revan moved up to her. "No matter what is decided, it's good to see you, Meetra."

"Revan, if you do help rebuild the Order," she trailed off.

"No," he replied to the unspoken question. "We both know, I can't hold a spot on the new council." He smiled, giving a small laugh. "Besides, we both know the Grand Master is always the oldest and wisest and the Master of the Order is always elected from the members of the high council."

"I know. It's just," she trailed off. "I suppose we should wait for what Bastila decides before heading to find others who might want to return to the Order." Meetra straightened. "I needed to speak with her as it is. She is also a surviving Jedi from before the purge."

"Thank you, Admiral." Revan looked at one of his oldest friends.

Carth nodded. "Do you think you can make it back to see Bastila without me?"

"I do."

"Good, I have work to get back to."

Revan chuckled. "Have fun," he teased as he waved over his shoulder. Revan and Meetra left Carth's office together.

Silence fell between them as they walked down the hall towards where they could take a speeder.

"Master," Meetra broke the silence, "I have a feeling there aren't too many from the old Order who remain."

A small breath escaped Revan.

"You know as well as I do, the most who are on the council at any given time is twelve. If we can't find twelve and you do agree to join, would you then consider joining the High Council?"

Revan hesitated. There was chance there were at least eleven other Jedi out there outside of himself and Bastila. It was a small and, deep down, he knew unlikely chance. It was still a chance. Though, in the end, Meetra was right. The council had a limit of twelve. The smallest it had ever been had been during the tail end of the Mandalorian War and through the Jedi Civil War. There had been only five masters on the council. Five out of twelve. Before the Mandalorian War and during its start there had been eight. Still a small number compared to what it had been in the past.

Five was barely enough to get matters resolved. There was also a chance those they found wouldn't be able to lead the new Order through rebuilding the Jedi when tensions were high.

"All right, but only if Bastila agrees to us joining and only if we can't find at least four others who wouldn't cause as a high a backlash from the Republic to stand by you."

"By me?" Meetra's eyes glittered. "You think I will be elected if you're not?"

Revan smiled. "You're the one starting the search and wanting to rebuild the Order," he pointed out. "Who else would be better as the first member of the council?"

Meetra looked away from him. "I can't imagine you not being on the council if I am. I followed you into the war. If things had been different at the end of the Mandalorian War, I would have continued to follow you without hesitation or reservation."

"There is no grantee I will even be joining the new Order."

"New Order?" Meetra almost whispered the question. "Who would have thought we would have to completely rebuild the Jedi Order?" Her lips twitched in an almost sardonic smile. "And the masters used to say we had too few Jedi with well over a thousand masters."

Revan managed a small, almost bitter laugh. "I know." There was a long pause between them. "How many are you training?"

"Five," Meetra confessed. "If you and Bastila both agree to join, and your son is a Force sensitive then we will be up to nine total Jedi with three masters of the new Order."

Revan couldn't look at Meetra. "Vaner hasn't shown any sensitivity to the Force."

"But he's your and Bastila's son." Revan could just hear the question in Meetra's voice. "I know you're the most powerful Force user of our generation and Bastila, from what I've read of her, is also a powerful Jedi."

"It doesn't mean a child of two Jedi is granted to be a Force sensitive."

Silence fell between them once more. It lasted through the trip back to where Revan and Bastila lived. The apartment building was one of the larger and cheaper ones on Coruscant. It kept them out of sight of the exchange and others who were hunting Jedi.

Revan had sent a message to Bastila he was coming home early and with a guest. He didn't tell her it was Meetra in the message.

Bastila was waiting for Revan when he led Meetra into the apartment. Bastila's pale eyes widened at the sight of Meetra.

"Explain, what's going on, Revan?" Bastila folded her arm across her chest. Her gaze lingered on Meetra.

Meetra stepped up. "I'm looking to rebuild the Jedi Order. I would like both you and Revan to join." Meetra told Bastila almost everything she had Revan, leaving out who could become leaders of the new order this time.

Revan listened while he also kept an eye on Vaner. His son could just be seen playing in the next room. The boy had glanced at them when they had entered but returned to playing only a few heartbeats later.

"All of the old council are dead?" Bastila let out a breath. "I had suspected when there was nothing about rallying the Jedi, but to know they had been alive only months ago," she trailed off. She looked at Revan. "We have more than just ourselves to consider," she reminded him as she titled her head towards Vaner.

"I know, but Meetra is right the Republic needs the Jedi and the Jedi the Republic." Or he had been whenever he had told her this.

Bastila glanced at their son once more.

"If you don't want to join, then I won't either." Revan took her hand in his. "What's important isn't just the Republic but our son as well." His heart twisted. The Republic, he knew deep down, had once meant everything to him. But he had to hold Vaner and Bastila on the same level as the Republic. "Bastila, we also need to think about what kind of galaxy Vaner will be left without a Jedi Order being there. We can both make a difference in helping Meetra search for those remain and training those she has already found sensitive in the Force."

Bastila let out a small breath. "I confess the idea is appealing." She looked again at their son. "All right, as long as this doesn't have too great an effect on Vaner, I'll join."

Revan grinned. He pulled her into an embrace. "We both will." He looked back at Meetra.

"Then we first need to figure out where to go from here in order to find other Jedi who might have survived."

"The best way to do that is to speak with Carth and the Republic," Revan pointed out. "They have more resources than we do."

"Carth would be more than willing to help. He has been aiding Revan and me with keeping a low profile here on Coruscant," Bastila agreed. "I don't know if the Republic will be happy about this right away."

Revan settled himself one of the seats in the main room the apartment.

"You've traveled more in the past few years than Revan and myself did, did you sense any other Jedi?" Bastila asked at length.

"No, but I was regaining my Force sensitivity for most of my travels this past year. If there are others they are hiding far better than the council was. And this is saying something. You two are hiding in much the same way the council were, through help of others or by blending in with civilians." Meetra took a seat as well.

Bastila joined Revan on the small love seat they owned. "There might not be anyone other Jedi outside three of us then? It's been hard for Revan and I too keep a low profile, especially given the events nine years ago."

"It's not impossible other's survived," Revan started. "If they remained on the move and didn't make it known who they were, the exchange would be hard pressed to keep up with them."

"It will make it harder for us to also find them then," Bastila pointed out.

Meetra nodded. Her gaze shifted from thoughtful to bright as she looked at Revan. "No it won't be!"

"Unless we somehow can track them from a great distance with the Force, I don't see how it wouldn't be hard to find." Bastila looked at Meetra. Her look told Revan enough, she didn't much like Meetra's sudden reaction.

"That's exactly what we can do." Meetra grinned.

"But it's unheard of," Bastila objected.

"No, it's not. Master," Meetra turned her attention back to Revan, "you can do it. You used to from time to time when it came to keep track of all us during the Mandalorian War. You could give feelings to us at the very least, but you always knew where we were and if we were in danger or not."

"You never said anything about having such an ability." Bastila gave him an almost accusing look.

"I didn't know I had it." Revan frowned. "Aren't most abilities like that ones which require a bond of some sort?"

Meetra shook her head. "Perhaps on some level but you could do it with commanders who you barely knew."

"Do you know how I did it?" Revan asked. He had to withhold the urge to shift. There was so much of his past he didn't know about. This was just another part. He had no idea what abilities he had in the Force or otherwise from parts of his past.

This made Meetra frown. "I thought you regained your memories after the Civil War."

Revan glanced at Bastila. It wasn't a well-known fact he had only parts of his memory. It was for the best he told Meetra he didn't have all of his memory before she had learn through his fumbling around. Besides, he did remember her being a good friend.

"I don't," he confessed. "The most I remember is the start of the Civil War and pieces from the Mandalorian War."

"Do you know what could trigger your memory to return?" Meetra pressed.

"No."

"What about your mask?"

"What about it?"

"Well, where is it?"

"I don't know. Most likely destroyed with the ship I was on." Revan felt Bastila shift beside him. "Why?" he asked. He took a great deal not to look at his wife. His skin crawled. Was it possible Bastila was hiding something from him? She could very well have taken his mask from the wreckage with him as well.

"I suppose it's not important. It's just strange seeing you without it."

"We should just discuss the matter with Carth," Revan changed the subject back to finding other Jedi. "Trying to rely on an ability I know nothing about wouldn't be wise."

Meetra looked at him.

"One I don't remember anything about," Revan corrected.

"It would be safer," Meetra consented.

"I should speak with Mission," Revan said after a moment. "You two go ahead to see Carth. I'll meet you there."

"What about Vaner?" Bastila asked.

"Carth is used to you taking Vaner to see him," Revan pointed out.

"But should we really keep him around these talks?"

"Bastila, we're only discussing finding people. We're not talking about anything he hasn't heard before."

Bastila huffed.

This wasn't working. "It's nothing bad," Revan consoled her. "Besides, Carth likes having Vaner around."

"Fine, but if the admiral gets upset, he will know it was your idea."

Revan shrugged. "I'll see you there." He gave her a light kiss before he stood.

"Revan."

He looked back at Bastila.

"Never mind, we can talk later."

"All right."

Revan left the two women in the apartment. The moment he stepped outside, it felt as if a tension had lifted from his shoulders. Bastila didn't seem too keen on Meetra. There was nothing Bastila needed to worry about when it came down to Meetra. Meetra had been a friend, someone he had viewed as a student in many ways.

There was no point in dwelling on the matter now. Revan started back Mission's shop. It felt as if he would just be running in a giant circle for the rest of the day. He let out a breath. Oh well.

x – Darious – x

Darious exited the shuttle he and his old Padawan had taken. They had managed to get aboard with little notice. It was one of the many ways he and Jasper had stayed alive for so long. That and having had served in part of the Mandalorian War had helped them better be able to survive.

"I'll get us cleared to come aboard the station," Jasper stated as he joined Darious. His old Padawan, made knight and now civilian, wore tattered work clothes. His lightsaber was stowed, hidden from sight under the poncho he wore. It was just enough layers the both could still carry their lightsabers without anyone being the wiser.

Darious nodded to his former Padawan.

Jasper moved off to get them cleared as workers for the station. The work the new senator had created on the station was a good way to blend in and hide. There was less turmoil here than there had been prior to Meetra's visit.

The noise of the station fell to a gentle buzz as Darious slipped through the crowd of people gathered there. Most were transient, moving here for the work the same as Darious and Jasper were.

"Do you think the exiled Jedi will try to restore the Order?"

Darious paused as the question tickled his ears. He turned, gaze skimming the crowd for who was talking.

"It sounded like she was going to attempt it."

"How many Jedi do you think remain?"

"Can't be many. I've not seen one outside of the exile."

"Darrell!" the shouted greeting cut the group off. They stopped chatting and turned.

Darious let out a breath. He shouldn't have eavesdropped, but it was a matter which did sort of concern him and Jasper. If Meetra was looking to rebuild the Order it could mean one of two of things. One, the rest of them would be drawn into the open and killed. Or, two, they really could rebuild.

"There you are."

Darious sensed someone approaching him from behind.

"Come on, everyone is waiting."

A warm hand wrapped his wrist.

Darious whipped around, twisting his arm from the woman's grasp with a practiced ease. His heart fluttered. It took every ounce of self-control not to reach for his lightsaber.

The woman staggered a pace back. Her eyes wide. "Darrell?"

"Sorry," Darious muttered. He dropped his head. There was nothing threatening about her. He had overreacted to being touched by someone he didn't know. Though, he admitted it was uncommon to be touched by another outside of those he knew to be Jedi and even then it was rare. He took a pace back from the woman.

"Darrell, what's wrong? I told you we would meet you here." The woman glared up at Darious.

"I truly am sorry, ma'am, but I believe you have me confused with someone else." Darious bowed his head to the woman.

"If you are trying to play a trick on me, Darrell, it's not very funny." The woman folded her arms across her chest, jaw set.

This wasn't good. There had to be away out of this situation.

"You found him!" another man moved through the crowd to join the woman. "Good, now we can get out of this mess." The man smiled at Darious. "It's good to see you, Darrell."

"I really am not Darrell," Darious stated.

"It this a new prank, because it's not funny."

"I honestly don't know you two," Darious tried again, but it was proving they really thought he was someone named "Darrell."

Both glared at him. "Stop it, this isn't funny," the woman growled.

No really wasn't.

Darious sensed Jasper coming through the crowd with another man following him. "There are apparently two of you here," Jasper stated as he joined Darious. "I mistake this guy for you, which is sort of funny."

"Unless you are the one randomly being called 'Darious,'" the man who had followed Jasper laughed.

Darious looked at him. He found himself looking into a reflection of himself. The man had the same short cut, light brown hair and dark eyes Darious did. He wore the clothing of a military commander and not of a transit which made it all the stranger these two had thought Darious was this man.

"I'm Darrell, I take it you're Darious." The man held out his hand to Darious.

"I am. Apologies is Jasper thought you were me as these two seemed to believe I was you." Darious looked at Jasper. "You really should be able to tell two people apart," his tone was dry though he was teasing Jasper.

Jasper laughed and rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah, I wasn't paying attention."

"Obviously. I would think the past nineteen years have been lost on you then."

Jasper grinned. "So, I had a lapse in concentration. The man does look like you." Jasper turned to Darrell. "Sorry about that, Commander…"

"Darrell Varnon," Darrell introduced himself.

"I'm Rane Kane, his younger sister," the woman introduced herself. "I guess you weren't lying or trying to play a joke on us. Sorry about that." She had a slight flush on her cheeks.

"Mark Kane, her husband," the other man stated. "And it is odd you two look so much alike. If I didn't know better you could pass as Darrell's twin."

"Yeah," Darrell muttered.

"That would be quite impossible." Darious nodded to them. Their last names were Kane. "I am an orphan," he explained at their confused looks.

"While we are all talking and speaking random coincidences, I'm Jasper Kane. So we have three Kane's here." Jasper grinned.

"There are no coincidences, Jasper." Darious shot a look at his former Padawan. He shivered as he sensed the mood change among the three they had just met.

"Jasper?" Mark breathed the name. He stepped towards Jasper, eyes wide. "I though you died in the purge."

Jasper frowned. "Come again?"

"We're going!" Darious took hold of Jasper and dragged him off. His heart flickered. This wasn't good the group somehow knew Jasper and assumed him to be a Jedi.

"Wait!"

"They know you're a Jedi, we need to go now," Darious hissed in Jasper's ear.

"Shit." Jasper glanced behind him as Darious continued to half pull, half drag him through the crowd. "But we don't have the credits to leave and I don't fancy trying to stowaway. It felt wrong the first time we did it. Or all the other times we were forced to do so."

"We repaid the pilots." The argument was halfhearted. No matter what way he looked at it, Darious agreed with Jasper. "We'll stay until we have the credits to move on again."

Jasper let out a breath. "I suppose I should be more careful who I tell my surname to then."

This had never been a problem before now. "It would be for the best," Darious conceded. He could sense the group was moving through the crowd. This wasn't over just yet. "We need to go." Darious led Jasper through the crowded hanger.

"Registration?" the droid asked as they stopped just beyond the hanger.

Darious presented his false identity he had taken after the purge. It was an edit of original if he had never joined the Order. All it was missing was what had marked him as a Jedi Master.

Jasper did the same with his identity. It was missing what had marked him as a Jedi Knight.

They passed without question. It didn't take much to lose the group who'd tried to follow them. All too soon they were in the cheapest place to stay Darious could find.

"Here." He passed his former Padawan the ration they had. "Take it." All hunger had been forgotten in the wake of the day's events.

"What about you?" Jasper took the ration, but his eyes lingered on Darious.

"I'm not hungry." Darious settled himself on the ground to meditate. The Force had always been peaceful on Telos. Now there was lingering hint of pain which trembled through it. There was a sense of the massacre which had occurred here during the Jedi Civil War.

Jedi Civil War indeed.

Darious closed his eyes and opened himself to the Force.

Darious couldn't help but wonder what had become of Revan. Malak's fate was clear. He had fallen at the hand of Revan. A matter Darious thought had been cruel of the council. Granted, all of the way they had handled Revan's redemption had been cruel.

Revan had been redeemed in the public eye, but never to the council. Revan had returned to the light side, but not to submitted fully to the council. They had wanted to break the man. To destroy everything which had made Revan a great Jedi before his fall and a powerful Sith after.

Darious shoved the thoughts aside and let the Force flow through him. His mind cleared. All old regrets and ponders of what had become of a friend forgotten in the peace the meditation brought.

x – Meetra – x

A tense silence permeated the air as Meetra and Bastila traveled to Carth's office. Meetra did her best not to glance at the other woman but she couldn't help but wonder if this silence had something to with Meetra being an old friend and student of Revan's. There had never been anything between her and Revan outside of friendship. He was a master to her, a teacher who had given her the knowledge she had needed to make it through the Mandalorian Wars.

Meetra landed the speeder where it had been originally. She exited first. Bastila wasn't far behind. The other woman picked up her son. Meetra couldn't help but smile at the little boy. "He looks like his father," she commented.

Bastila looked at the little boy.

It was true, not just an idle complement for the little boy. He had Revan's darker hair and eye color. The little boy looked just as Meetra now pictured his father would have when he had been three. Perhaps more of him would look like his mother the older Vaner got, but right then he looked like he could be Revan's mini-me.

The little boy blinked at Meetra. "You friend of daddy's?" the boy asked as the three of them headed for the office.

"I am," Meetra confirmed with a small smile.

"You think I look like daddy?"

"I do."

A big grin spread cross Vaner's face. "I named for daddy too. Mommy say so." The boy puffed up in his mother's arms. "I smart too."

And no where near as humble as his father had been about it. Meetra gave a small laugh at this observed difference. "I wouldn't doubt that considering who your parents are."

The three of them entered Carth's office.

The Admiral looked up from the information he had been pouring over. "Bastila, Vaner." He smiled as he stood. "I wasn't expecting to see you two today."

"We need your help with a mater, Admiral Onasi," Bastila spoke formally with Carth.

"Carth," Carth reminded her.

"Hi, Uncle Carth." Vaner waved at Carth. "I play in corner?" The boy pointed to a corner of the room. There was a shelf there with a very small box. Meetra assumed the box held a few toys for the little boy.

"Of course." Carth stood.

Bastila set her son in the corner of the room and pulled out a few toys for him to play with while they talked. "We wanted to discuss where to go to find other survives of the Jedi purge," Bastila informed Carth. She remained close to her son.

"So, you and Revan decided to join with Meetra?" Carth leaned against his desk, his eyebrows raised. "I can't say I'm shocked."

"Have you gotten any reports on locations of other Jedi?" Meetra asked. She shifted a little. The exchange between Vaner and Carth had been almost that of family. It wasn't shocking really, just she hadn't thought Carth was close enough to Revan for Revan to trust the man with his son. Though, perhaps the end of the Jedi Civil War had been what brought the two men close enough for such a trust to form between them.

"Outside of when you surfaced, no." Carth looked at her. "The remaining Jedi are doing a good job of remaining hidden." He grimaced. "This is assuming there are any more Jedi outside of you three."

The doors into the office opened. Meetra felt Revan's presence as he stepped into the room. He was followed by two others.

"Mission, Zaalbar, what are you two doing here?" Bastila asked.

"Oh, you know, Rev told us what was happening, and Big-Z and I decided the new Order would need guards. So, we're going to be tagging along and such."

The wookiee gave a few growls of agreement.

"What about your shop?" Carth asked. "You two have great business going now."

Mission shrugged. "And I'm losing my best worker given Rev will be joining up with this new Order." Mission walked over to Vaner. "Besides I'd miss this one too much."

Vaner laughed when Mission drew him into a hug.

Bastila let out a breath.

"Play?" The boy half asked, half demanded.

"Vaner," Revan's voice was almost stern as he looked at his son. "Be polite." The tone was gentle but commanding. It reminded Meetra of a tone he had taken when reprimanding an officer who had made a mistake but lost his troops.

"Play, please?" Vaner shot a smile over his shoulder at his father.

"Of course." Mission settled herself on the ground beside Vaner.

"We need to narrow down locations Jedi might flee too." Carth stepped up to a small holo-emitter in the room. He pressed a few buttons and a hologram of the galaxy appeared.

Meetra moved to join the admiral. Revan wasn't far behind with Zaalbar. Bastila moved so she stood between Revan and Meetra. It felt as if she was using herself as wall to keep Meetra away from her teacher.

"I traveled to several planets and found only the council members," Meetra pointed out the systems and worlds she had traveled to. Out of all of them, the one which is now the safest place would be Telos. But in the same moment Nar Shaddaa is still a good place to vanish."

Meetra looked around Bastila to Revan. She held her breath, hoping he would say something on the matter.

"What about Dantooine?" Bastila asked. "Or Tatooine?"

"No one is on Dantooine. The last Jedi who was hiding there was Master Vrook and it's where the council was killed," Meetra informed them.

Bastila shot her a warning look. She titled her head towards Vaner.

"I doubt Vaner is listening to us," Revan pointed out.

This made Bastila glare him.

"What?"

"It doesn't matter if he's listening or not, we're still talking about something he shouldn't hear."

Revan glanced at Carth. "All right," Revan consented. "We will avoid mentioning such topics." He gave Meetra what she knew to be between his amused and apologetic looks. It was odd to see it again, especially after the countless years he had hidden his face behind a mask. "I do agree Dantooine wouldn't be a good place to start looking," Revan continued. "After what happened to the conclave there, the people most likely don't trust Jedi."

"They don't," Meetra confirmed, remembering the treatment she had gotten while there. "They view all Jedi and Sith as being the same."

"What about Tatooine?" Bastila asked.

"We could try there, but I doubt any Jedi is desperate enough to attempt to hid there. The planet is a death trap and the last settlement isn't doing too well. Remember the state it was in when we went there?" Revan looked at Bastila.

Carth was frowning at the map before them. Before the admiral could speak, a call came in for him. "Excuse me." Carth went to get the call.