Okay this story is about KOTOR, if you haven't played, GO PLAY IT! It really is kinda fun
Now, I'm not exactly sure about Revan and Malak's past but this is how I see it. So tough
cookies or whatever. Don't bother me with any details I might have messed up. Unless it
was really bad. On a side note the rating may go up in later chapters. Just violence. Nothing explicit. Or dirty. Or anything like that. I can't think of anything to say so I guess its on with show, story, thingy.
Revan & Malak
A woman dressed in plain sand colored robes readied her saber up into a defensive position. Waiting for a slim moment until the time was right, she sprinted across the room with saber held back ready to swing. Downward she slashed into the metal surface of the training droid, it hardly had time to register the attack before it was cleaved from shoulder to waist. Its parts clanging to the floor, glowing a hot red where it had been cut. She drew back her blade, turning around to face a man on the other side of the room. He too was dressed in the same attire, the plain and unassuming robes that nearly all the Jedi wore. He stood tall, his arms crossed and his face in a cocky manner. The sun from the window that ran across from wall to wall of the room reflected of his hairless head.
"It seems every time I fight these "training" droids they get weaker." Her words floated across the room and into the ears of her friend.
"I think you've had enough already, you scraped 5 of these things today." He stated.
He was right, the room was littered with broken droid parts and weapons. The droids were getting so easy she thought. I need a real challenge to test my skill, her words sounded odd to her. A challenge to test myself? Where would I find such a thing in the halls of this academy. Surely not in one of the other students. The masters would never approve of sparing with another padawan or apprentice.
"One more couldn't hurt." She laughed at her own comment, Walking over to a control panel near the entrance. But before she could enter the command for another training droid the slide open, the two doors sliding to either side into the walls. In walked an aged man wearing dark navy blue robes, his hood held up over his head. Taking the hood off of his head, it revealed a man that must have been in is 60's. His face looked weathered and wrinkled but still had a redness in his cheeks. Like an inviting warmth from a beloved and caring grandfather. His black and brownish hair seemed as if it was finally starting to recede with age, although he still had much of it.
"Master Shandar." Malak spoke as he bowed. As did Revan. Shandar also bowed to each of them.
"Yes, good day to you both, I see you have both been busy. As usual…" Shandar muttered his last words under his breath.
"Actually it was all Revan this time, isn't that right?" Malak corrected Shandar and questioned Revan.
"And I barely broke a sweat, are you sure there are no droids in the academy with at least a shred of difficulty left in them master?" Revan asked.
"I think you shouldn't worry about such things Revan. You must learn to concentrate and use discipline to master yourself inward before facing stronger challenges outward. If you get what I mean." Shandar tried to explain what he meant to Revan a little better. She bowed her head as if nodding yes master I know master, I will master.
"Yes..master." There was a pause between the two words.
"Speaking of "mastering myself inwardly". Did you get those data records from the archives I requested master?" Revan questioned Shandar.
"Oh? Which ones were those?" Shandar questioned back, seeming as if he didn't remember any data records at all.
"The ones I specified the other day for. The ones master Linatra wouldn't let me have access to. "Remember?" Malak was slightly chuckling at the forgetfulness of Shandar by now.
"Oh! Yes, those ones, I stopped by at your room looking for you earlier today, looking to give them to you. I checked in side you see, and you weren't there, so I just dropped them off and continued on with my daily activities and all you know. When I couldn't find either you or Malak anywhere else in the academy, I ended up finding you here. Wreaking havoc among the training droids no less, now the only other place I though I'd find you was-"
"YES!. Thank you for the data records master." Revan finally ended Shandar's rambling. Malak was barley controlling his laughter now.
"Those were quite difficult to get mind you. Linatra wondered what I wanted them for, but of course I couldn't tell her they were for a student. They ARE restricted after all." Shandar emphasized on the restricted part.
"And I thank you for them master. Sometimes master Linatra just doesn't understand. Eh Malak?"
Revan's words were directed more towards Malak.
"Why must you remind me of that memory time and time again Revan? I'm trying to forget that misunderstanding." Revan was referring to and incident that had occurred when Malak had first entered the academy. Malak and Linatra had a "misunderstanding" about light sabers, frustrating droids and computers, and Jedi Library rules and regulations. But Malak wont go into his punishment any further.
"Because that is when you learned that being a janitorial droid is a hard job." Revan and Shandar too laughed at the joke, while stone faced Malak let out a horrifying grimace. Which only brought about more laughter.
Just as the laughter was dying down another man, or rather a boy, entered the room. He was dressed in traditional Jedi robes, he looked thin, and wiry. He looked almost out of place in robes. His face was covered in anxiety and was topped with a mess of auburn hair.
"Master Shandar?" The boy asked.
"I am he." Shandar announced himself.
"The Jedi council wishes to speak with you, if you have the time sir." His voice carried a fresh sense of innocence and naivety.
"The JedI council eh? I wonder what they want..hmmm..well..thank you young..er..padawan..or whatever you are." Shandar turned to Revan and Malak. "I'm glad I got to see my pupils at least once today, ha!." With that final remark he donned his hood and exited the training facility. Revan smirked, Malak frowned, and Bandon looked dumbfounded.
"I think he's losing himself, somewhere." Malak said.
"As long as keeps getting me classified data and holocrons from the Jedi archives, he can lose off a cliff for all I care." Revan joked.
"Isn't he your master?" Bandon asked, hoping to get a response out of at least one of the two.
"Don't get us wrong, we have a lot of respect for Shandar, he is a JedI master after all." Revan fulfilled Bandon's hopes with an answer.
"Even though he is a little forgetful." Malak added.
"At least he's not as strict as master Mandrak, I don't think he likes me…" Bandon trailed off.
"It doesn't surprise me that Mandrak wouldn't be fond of a neophyte padawan like yourself." Said Malak.
"Hey! I'm..I'm strong in the force. Really strong!." Bandon protested.
"Oh yeah?" Revan said, smirking a devious little grin across her face. She turned to the control panel to her side that she was going to use earlier. Her fingers danced across the panel as she spoke." One training droid. Attack mode. Target, Bandon." With that final key stroke a door on the left side of the room slid down, and out stepped one of the droids Revan had been slicing to pieces before. Bandon took a step back. Malak looked amused. "Scared?" Revan asked the obvious question. Bandon replied by reaching down to the sliver light saber at his belt, pulling it up and into a defensive position. He moved his feet into a stance he had been taught, and with a press of a button his saber flickered to life. The violet blade reaching the appropriate height instantly. The droid's head turned to Bandon, its visual receptors focusing on him. Raising its blaster rifle to aim and shoot. And shoot it did, a blaster bolt wised across the room. Revan and Malak expected that blast to hit Bandon dead on but to their surprise he deflected it, the blast scorching the ceiling instead of Bandon's chest. But before Bandon could pat himself on the back for a job well done the droid shot again, this time several blasts in quick succession. Bandon dashed out of the way just in time before the bolts hit, creating a few sizzling holes in the floor. Bandon then gained his bearings, getting the droid in his sights before charging it, blade held outward ready to deflect an attack. The sounds of shots being fired echoed throughout the room, as Bandon brushed away each shot with a wave of his saber. Now within striking distance, Bandon swung downward at the droid. But much to his dismay the droid dodged it, quickly moving to the right, Bandon's arc of attack going wide. An outstretched foot added to the miss, tripping Bandon, sending him tumbling to the ground.
The droid turned, leveling its gun to Bandon. Bandon, red faced with fear and anger, stared down the barrel of the rifle pointed at him. Raising his hand, Bandon screamed a cry of rage. A burst of invisible force energy sent a shockwave across the room, nearly knocking Revan and Malak off their feet. The droid however was sent flying, crashing into the window.
Bandon stood up, brushing hair out of his face, and took a deep breath. Trying to calm himself. He looked visibly shaken. Revan and Malak stood trying to grasp the situation. Bandon, the neopadawan had just delivered an amazing amount of force energy to the broadside of a droid, which was probably half way around Coruscant by now. Bandon finally spoke up "There..I told you I was strong…"
"Yeah..well..if the masters ask about the window..we broke it" Revan spoke softly, still a little amazed by Bandon's display.
"We should probably go…" Malak suggested.
"Good idea. Hey Bandon, why don't you join us for a drink?"
Before they headed on to one of the academies docking bays, they stopped by at Revan's room, in the dormitories. "Wait here." She said before entering her room. Closing the door behind her she made her way to a desk covered in data pads and holocrons. Looking through them, she discovered the one master Shandar had dropped off. Getting into the chair and sliding up to the desk, she placed the data pad into the data port in her computer. The data automatically loaded into the computer, nearly ripping the pad out she plopped it on top of the mess on her desk, this pattern had developed a long time ago. It makes quite a mess.
Looking over the words and images on the screen she nodded and let out a sigh. "Yeah this it…" Feeling like something was going right this day, she still felt a little troubled about Bandon. Who would have though that little padawan could have done that, I could feel his anger, She though on this as someone knocked on the door a few impatient times. "Just a minute!" Turning her gaze back towards the computer and desk she couldn't help but see the huge mess that was strewn about her desk. "Ah, I'll clean it later…"
"What's she doing in there?" Bandon asked Malak, trying to make a little small talk with him.
"Fixing her hair…" Malak said in a sarcastic tone. If you can believe he could. The door slid open, revealing Revan, her hair as it was when she entered.
"Was it the data you were searching for?" Malak asked to Revan.
"Yeah, Shandar did good, for once."
"What data, something from the archives?" Bandon said inquisitively.
"Nothing that would concern you, I am sure." Malak answered before Revan could.
"Don't worry about it. Come on, lets go."
The group made their way through the academies expansive halls and highly decorated rooms full of students and JedI around every corner. It was always this busy, well usually. When they finally reached the docking bay where they're speeder was parked it was all but empty, save for a few cleaning and maintenance droids bustling about. Malak had a distaste for droids, ever since the incident with Linatra. Only Revan, master Linatra, and a certain janitorial droid know what happened, and they have taken a vow of silence, honoring Malak's request to maintain his reputation. They reached a sleek looking speeder with a fine chrome finish lathered across its surface. The only areas that didn't have the silver touch were vents and external parts. A maintenance droid approached Malak and spoke " Your speeder is fueled and ready padawan Malak." Malak, looking rather grumpy, snatched the keys from the droids outstretched hand.
"That will be all droid." Malak ordered to the droid. The droid got the message and quickly scurried off to some other unknown duty.
Malak hopped inside the driver side of the speeder and sunk into the seat. Revan did the same into the front side passenger seat. With no other choice Bandon fumbled into the back seat.
"Um..hey..where are the seat belts?" Bandon asked, sounding worried.
"Seat belts? Hey Malak, what are those?" Asked Revan, to Malak.
"I have no idea." Before Bandon could protest about the lack of safety features in Malak's speeder, the engines were rumbling and they were off. Zooming down the huge cavern of a docking bay and out the gaping doors into the open air. It was deep in the evening and the Coruscant sun was setting off in the distance behind the gigantic skyline of buildings. The sky was partly cloudy, forming into odd shapes in the sky that may have looked like anything to anyone, if anyone wasn't too busy going about their business on the planet. Malak piloted the speeder into a lane of heavy traffic, guiding it skillfully through the air. Bandon sunk even lower into his seat now as they picked up a little more speed. It seem like an eternity that they traveled going deeper and deeper through lanes of endless traffic, at least to poor Bandon it did. The darkness creeped over them, they didn't know if it had turned to night or if it was just the darkness of Coruscant's under city. Finally Malak slowed down in front of what appeared to be some kind of cantina or bar. Slowing down and eventually coming to a stop in front of it. Making sure the repulsorlifts were stable to keep it from banging to the ground, he shut the engines off. Practically leaping out of the speeder with a heavy thud from his boots connecting with the hard concrete. Revan disembarked from the speeder similarly, and Bandon fumbled out just as gracefully as the way he entered it. Malak look around eyeing the people who were eyeing his speeder, as Bandon tried his best to put his hair back into the way it was before the wind of the speeder ride.
"We're going here…?" Bandon was speaking of the seedy bar they were now parked in front of.
"Yeah, what about it?" Revan replied, her cool demeanor unfailing.
"Uh..nothing…" Bandon muttered and trailed off.
"Just watch yourself okay? The scum in this place can be pretty bad sometimes." Revan's advice fell hard on Bandon's ears. Scum? He thought. Revan made her way to the entrance, followed by Malak, who was followed by Bandon. The place was low lighted, and was filled with all manner of aliens, and many humans too. Tables were scattered around the cantina, aliens sat at them all drinking they're favorite poisons. The actual bar was a circular type structure that looped around in the center on the cantina. The group made they're way to the bar, each taking a seat next to each other. Bandon on the left, Malak in the middle, and Revan on the right.
A Twi'lek who must have been the bartender sprang up from a crouching position behind the bar, nearly knocking Bandon off his stool. "Ah, sorry about that dear sentient. Would you like something to drink?" He spoke in basic, which wasn't much a surprise to Revan. "Correlian ale, in a clean glass." Revan requested. "Make that two." Malak responded in kind.
"And for you?" The Twi'lek directed his attention to Bandon.
"Oh me? Um..water."
"Water…right, I'll have that for you in a moment." He went to his duty of preparing they're drinks.
"I wonder when we'll get a chance to get off world next." Revan said.
"Hopefully soon. I'm getting sick of rotting in that academy every day." Malak commented.
"I've never been off of Coruscant, well..ever since I came to the academy." Bandon tried to add his own opinion to the conversation.
"Hmm..where did you come to the academy from?" Revan asked.
"Dantooine. It's a farm world if you've never heard of it. Not much going on there then..or ever. A really boring place to live if there ever was one."
"Sounds like a fun place…" said Revan. Just as Revan finished her comment an enormous, fat, ugly, and rather smelly Gamorean tapped Bandon on his shoulder. "Hey your in my seat!" He squealed. Bandon obviously didn't speak Gamorean and looked dumbfounded over his shoulder and the ugly mug of his harasser.
"I..I don't want any trouble." Bandon said while getting out of the stool.
"You Jedi are all the same. Always barging around like you own place. Well let me tell you something. I own place. Ha! That's right, this is my bar, so you better..uh..watch where you step okay?" The Gamorean seemed to be enjoying bullying Bandon about with his taunts. But Malak did not look amused.
"I said I don't want any trouble, just leave me alone." Bandon looked ever more frightened that he did before.
"No trouble huh? If we wanted to give you trouble you know it. You'd be dead so fast you'd be..uh..dead really fast! Yeah! What are you gonna do about that Jedi Huh?" The Gamorean gave Bandon an intimidating shove, almost knocking him to the floor. It seemed as if his two friends had abandoned him so far, but Malak rose out from his seat standing at his full height, towering over the Gamorean that had just pushed Bandon.
"Ooh! Looks like little humie has big humie to look out for him! Ha ha! Stand up for him!" The Gamorean didn't seem impressed by Malak but that all changed. In a flash of blue light Malak's saber was out, drawn, and poised at the aliens neck. Bandon looked pale with fear, cowering behind Malak. Revan's hand lowered down to her belt, carefully eyeing those in the crowed that had now gathered. The Gamorean gulped, and stood frozen in place. His two buddies not knowing whether to run for it or to try and take this JedI on.
Don't do it Malak. Maybe he'll just walk away. Revan thought. Although, she was spoiling for a good fight, and this may be a good chance. Before she could finish her train of though, a cry from the crowd and blaster shot broke her concentration. There was also the sound of a swishing light saber and the thud of something heaving hitting the floor. She leaped from the seat and drew her blade just in time to deflect the bolts that were aimed at her, sending them back into the crowd, downing a few humans and aliens. Bandon was not so lucky, a shot traveled to him, slamming into his abdomen, sending him to the floor with a cry of pain. Malak had already dispatched the other two Gamoreans with a wide horizontal blade slash that cleaved both of the aliens into four pieces. The smell of burning flesh was already in the air, and Gamoreans smell even worse when burning. Chaos soon erupted throughout the bar as anyone who had any kind of weapon started firing. Revan met Malak at his side and said quickly "We have to get out of here now!" Her voice was barely audible from the screams and blaster shots. "Get Bandon!"
Revan leapt into the fray, swinging her blade at an assaulting human with a rusty old vibro blade, knocking it aside before plunging her saber deep into his chest. Quickly drawing it out before he slumped to the floor. Reacting to bolts of energy being shot her, deflecting them easily back to their owners, taking them down. With barely any time to react an alien she wasn't too sure about or didn't really care at the time took a swing at her with a hefty vibro blade. Blocking it, she jumped back slightly as he attacked again, this time missing. She focused, and with a display of the force pushed the alien onto his back, within a split second Revan had already beheaded the alien. Malak was now making his way with Bandon hunched over his shoulder, Malak seemed to be able to support him. Blaster shots zoomed past them just barely missing each time, they picked up the pace making they're way out of the cantina. Revan drew back her light saber as she went out to join them soon after.
Malak, as gently as he could laid Bandon down in the back seat of the speeder before getting in himself. Revan running as fast as she could from the cantina, shots coming after her, jumped into the speeder just as it was taking off. "I think we got away!" Revan proclaimed. Sadly though she could see behind them a number of speeders with angry looking aliens in them starting up. "Step on it!" She said.
The sound of speeders at full throttle was heavy, as Malak zoomed in and out of the late night traffic of the under city. Following close behind him in pursuit were three speeders with a deadly cargo of really pissed off aliens. Some tried taking shots at Malak but they all went wide., either hitting an adjacent building or a probably innocent civilians speeder. Just barely dodging a waste hauling vehicle, Malak took a sharp turn around a corner. Revan being tossed to her left from the turn while Bandon bounced around in the back seat. Looking behind him, Malak noted that only two speeders were now following them, but they were gaining fast. Must be in swoop gangs he thought, only way that they could ever have speeders as fast as his. Malak suddenly shot down, going almost completely vertical. Bracing themselves with they're feet to avoid falling out. Revan held on as tight as she could, gritting her teeth as they plummeted through the busy traffic. Speeders of all kinds wised past them, just barely missing them by a few feet at a time. Malak expertly avoided everything in his way. Feeling that he had lost his pursuers Malak pulled up, gradually slowing down and merging into a lane.
"Ok, now I think we lost them." Revan corrected herself. Malak could only smile, feeling very pleased with himself for the stunt he just pulled. Revan looked into the back seat, seeing an unconscious Bandon lying down on the seats. A black scorch mark was on his abdomen, it had charred his robes there and probably the flesh underneath. But the wound wasn't too serious. Just a quick check up by a meddroid and he'll be alright.
"I think he'll make it." Revan said as she turned around to face ahead.
"He's stronger than he appears." Said Malak.
"If you mean strong in the force, yeah. That little display of the force he did in the training room. Could you feel it, that power…and anger"
"Yes, and no doubt the masters at the academy felt is as well. I didn't know Bandon could do that. If master
Mandrak knew..hmm..I don't know. Should we tell Shandar?"
"No..if Bandon wants anyone to know he'll tell his master, or another one. If he's too afraid to talk with Mandrak."
Revan felt at a loss of words, and a little exhausted as well. Those damn Gamoreans, I didn't even get to have my drink before they messed up our night. And now we have to explain how Bandon got shot, and probably the broken window back at the academy. What a great night. What else could go wrong. She sat their in the passenger seat thinking on this, as they headed back to the academy. The lights of Coruscant were glimmering all around them as they traveled trough the air. She felt tired, almost sleepy. Its just one of those days I guess, she thought. All the days at the academy are like that, tired, bored, kind of like the trip we're on now. Zooming through the most vibrant and beautiful city of the core worlds, but not caring about it at all. We've seen it time and time again, over and over, the same thing. Revan's eyes began flickering, then shutting, she started to fall into a deep sleep, feeling the wind blow across her face in a soothing touch.
Finally Malak could see the subtly lit tower of the JedI academy across the star filled sky. Piloting to it, he wondered what kind of punishment lay in wait for them.
"And this was all in self defense!? Correct!?" Master Mandrak screamed at Revan and Malak, demanding an answer. Bandon was absent, since he was currently in the infirmary being treated for his injury.
"It appears my students had no choice, judging from their story. If they did not act, they might have been killed." Shandar interrupted.
"I was not asking you Shandar I was asking these delinquent students of yours!" Mandrak's brow was furred with anger, and his face was a boiling bright red. His heavy robes matched his face in a shade of bright and dark reds with black lining across the rims. His hood was down, allowing him to rant at Revan and Malak with all of his fury. "If they were true Jedi they would have been able to reason with them and to come to a peaceful solution."
"Bandon's life was a stake, and theirs as well. I am sure they tried to reason with the brutes all they could." Shandar appeared to be trying to defend them. Malak shifted a little remembering that is was he who drew his saber at the Gamoreans throat first. Without a single word.
"A Jedi can always find a peaceful solution to any problem, even when death is staring right a them!" Mandrak continued to argue with Shandar. Mandrak always did have quite a temper, and it was becoming legendary around the halls of the academy.
"Not all conflicts can be settled with a peaceful solution. You should know that Mandrak." Shandar said. Mandrak's face looked as if he was in deep thought for a moment, remembering something from the past that may have had something to do with the situation at present. Revan and Malak stood silent, waiting for Mandrak's reply.
"Yes, well..I..suppose there was nothing you could do. But don't forget this lesson and pass it over, I am sure my student won't." Mandrak seemed to be cooling down, his face had returned to its normal color and looked less intense than it had before.
"Yes master Mandrak.'" Revan and Malak said in unison.
"Good night." Mandrak said bluntly, before storming off into the night.
"Don't worry about him, he'll cool off..eventually. Well I cant help but say that I'm rather impressed with you two. It seems your combat training has really paid of hasn't it? Did you get that fight you were looking for?" Shandar actually looked happy, a stark contrast to master Mandrak.
"Yes, well..we didn't actually get to do much fighting. We pretty much just got out of there as fast as we could." Revan said modestly.
"Easy pickings." Malak added.
"Is Bandon okay?" Revan asked.
"Oh Bandon, he was injured wasn't he? Yes, he'll be fine, just a little shaken up. He'll be in tip top shape by tomorrow don't you worry, he he." Shandar chuckled to himself. " Its getting late you know, and I really must retire. I hope I get to see my pupils tomorrow, ha!" Shandar the left the two there alone, standing together.
"I though we'd be in bigger trouble than this…" Revan said, then sighing to herself. "Shandar's almost a little too forgiving. But what the hell am I complaining about, we got off the hook and Bandon isn't dead." Revan said. Malak looked sleepy and was practically dozing off on his feet.
"Come on Revan, lets just get our rooms and end this terrible night." Revan agreed and the two traveled through the academy to the dormitory and to their separate rooms. "Good night Revan." Malak said just as the door shut in front of her outside Malak's room. She let out a deep sigh and continued on to her own room. But before she could enter the access code into the door panel, she heard footsteps running down the dark hall and a silhouette of someone coming down the hall. When he finally came into the light she saw it was Bandon, panting and wheezing from running halfway across the academy. Getting up to her, he took a moment to catch his breath before speaking. " Hey Revan.." He said a little meekly.
"Um..hey Bandon. Was there something you wanted?" Revan said, just wanting to get inside her room and to go right to sleep. But she had to deal with Bandon first.
"I'm glad I caught you, just in time huh? Oh um..yeah..I just wanted to tell you that..you see..I had a great time tonight, you guys are so cool. I can't believe what happened, that pig guy was huge, and Malak was just like *swish* *swash* and they were all over the place!" Bandon sounded excited, to say the least.
"Uh huh, well thanks..I guess."
"Its too bad I got shot, or I would have helped you guys out. We could have taken on that entire bar!" Bandon was getting almost too excited.
"Yeah Bandon, I'm really tired…and you probably need your rest right?" Revan tried to cut the conversation short.
"Oh yeah..it is a bit late..sorry about that. I just wanted to make sure you knew I didn't hold a grudge or anything, okay?"
"Okay."
""I'll see you around the academy tomorrow then, night!" Bandon then coolly walked away with a big strut, feeling great about himself. He got in a fight, a bar fight no less, with Revan and Malak. The coolest JedI in the academy. This was so sweet he thought. Revan turned back to the door panel and punched in a few keys, causing the door to slide open. Going inside she promptly kicked off her heavy boots and headed over to her computer desk. Loading the console back on she looked over the lines of words on the computer screen. Letting out a yawn, she started reading it. She'd been studying some of the ancient Sith history in the Jedi archives, with master Shandar's help of course. The data and holocrons were restricted to the lower padawans of the order, but Shandar made an exception, since he thought Revan was such an exceptional student.
Bandon entered his room, pulling his boots off and setting them neatly in the corner by the door. Stepping over to the computer console he took a seat. Pressing a series of keys the screen flickered to life. Hello Bandon it said, as he accessed a certain file on it. Hello computer he said back, sounding cheerful in his good mood. Bandon loaded up his journal, and began typing in the various things that happened that day, from the training droid battle, to the bar fight, and to the speeder chase he was partially unconscious for.
After the door shut, Malak strode over to his bed that was placed inside the wall, allowing more space inside the fairly small room most JedI were given. He practically fell into bed and was fast asleep in moments.
Now, I'm not exactly sure about Revan and Malak's past but this is how I see it. So tough
cookies or whatever. Don't bother me with any details I might have messed up. Unless it
was really bad. On a side note the rating may go up in later chapters. Just violence. Nothing explicit. Or dirty. Or anything like that. I can't think of anything to say so I guess its on with show, story, thingy.
Revan & Malak
A woman dressed in plain sand colored robes readied her saber up into a defensive position. Waiting for a slim moment until the time was right, she sprinted across the room with saber held back ready to swing. Downward she slashed into the metal surface of the training droid, it hardly had time to register the attack before it was cleaved from shoulder to waist. Its parts clanging to the floor, glowing a hot red where it had been cut. She drew back her blade, turning around to face a man on the other side of the room. He too was dressed in the same attire, the plain and unassuming robes that nearly all the Jedi wore. He stood tall, his arms crossed and his face in a cocky manner. The sun from the window that ran across from wall to wall of the room reflected of his hairless head.
"It seems every time I fight these "training" droids they get weaker." Her words floated across the room and into the ears of her friend.
"I think you've had enough already, you scraped 5 of these things today." He stated.
He was right, the room was littered with broken droid parts and weapons. The droids were getting so easy she thought. I need a real challenge to test my skill, her words sounded odd to her. A challenge to test myself? Where would I find such a thing in the halls of this academy. Surely not in one of the other students. The masters would never approve of sparing with another padawan or apprentice.
"One more couldn't hurt." She laughed at her own comment, Walking over to a control panel near the entrance. But before she could enter the command for another training droid the slide open, the two doors sliding to either side into the walls. In walked an aged man wearing dark navy blue robes, his hood held up over his head. Taking the hood off of his head, it revealed a man that must have been in is 60's. His face looked weathered and wrinkled but still had a redness in his cheeks. Like an inviting warmth from a beloved and caring grandfather. His black and brownish hair seemed as if it was finally starting to recede with age, although he still had much of it.
"Master Shandar." Malak spoke as he bowed. As did Revan. Shandar also bowed to each of them.
"Yes, good day to you both, I see you have both been busy. As usual…" Shandar muttered his last words under his breath.
"Actually it was all Revan this time, isn't that right?" Malak corrected Shandar and questioned Revan.
"And I barely broke a sweat, are you sure there are no droids in the academy with at least a shred of difficulty left in them master?" Revan asked.
"I think you shouldn't worry about such things Revan. You must learn to concentrate and use discipline to master yourself inward before facing stronger challenges outward. If you get what I mean." Shandar tried to explain what he meant to Revan a little better. She bowed her head as if nodding yes master I know master, I will master.
"Yes..master." There was a pause between the two words.
"Speaking of "mastering myself inwardly". Did you get those data records from the archives I requested master?" Revan questioned Shandar.
"Oh? Which ones were those?" Shandar questioned back, seeming as if he didn't remember any data records at all.
"The ones I specified the other day for. The ones master Linatra wouldn't let me have access to. "Remember?" Malak was slightly chuckling at the forgetfulness of Shandar by now.
"Oh! Yes, those ones, I stopped by at your room looking for you earlier today, looking to give them to you. I checked in side you see, and you weren't there, so I just dropped them off and continued on with my daily activities and all you know. When I couldn't find either you or Malak anywhere else in the academy, I ended up finding you here. Wreaking havoc among the training droids no less, now the only other place I though I'd find you was-"
"YES!. Thank you for the data records master." Revan finally ended Shandar's rambling. Malak was barley controlling his laughter now.
"Those were quite difficult to get mind you. Linatra wondered what I wanted them for, but of course I couldn't tell her they were for a student. They ARE restricted after all." Shandar emphasized on the restricted part.
"And I thank you for them master. Sometimes master Linatra just doesn't understand. Eh Malak?"
Revan's words were directed more towards Malak.
"Why must you remind me of that memory time and time again Revan? I'm trying to forget that misunderstanding." Revan was referring to and incident that had occurred when Malak had first entered the academy. Malak and Linatra had a "misunderstanding" about light sabers, frustrating droids and computers, and Jedi Library rules and regulations. But Malak wont go into his punishment any further.
"Because that is when you learned that being a janitorial droid is a hard job." Revan and Shandar too laughed at the joke, while stone faced Malak let out a horrifying grimace. Which only brought about more laughter.
Just as the laughter was dying down another man, or rather a boy, entered the room. He was dressed in traditional Jedi robes, he looked thin, and wiry. He looked almost out of place in robes. His face was covered in anxiety and was topped with a mess of auburn hair.
"Master Shandar?" The boy asked.
"I am he." Shandar announced himself.
"The Jedi council wishes to speak with you, if you have the time sir." His voice carried a fresh sense of innocence and naivety.
"The JedI council eh? I wonder what they want..hmmm..well..thank you young..er..padawan..or whatever you are." Shandar turned to Revan and Malak. "I'm glad I got to see my pupils at least once today, ha!." With that final remark he donned his hood and exited the training facility. Revan smirked, Malak frowned, and Bandon looked dumbfounded.
"I think he's losing himself, somewhere." Malak said.
"As long as keeps getting me classified data and holocrons from the Jedi archives, he can lose off a cliff for all I care." Revan joked.
"Isn't he your master?" Bandon asked, hoping to get a response out of at least one of the two.
"Don't get us wrong, we have a lot of respect for Shandar, he is a JedI master after all." Revan fulfilled Bandon's hopes with an answer.
"Even though he is a little forgetful." Malak added.
"At least he's not as strict as master Mandrak, I don't think he likes me…" Bandon trailed off.
"It doesn't surprise me that Mandrak wouldn't be fond of a neophyte padawan like yourself." Said Malak.
"Hey! I'm..I'm strong in the force. Really strong!." Bandon protested.
"Oh yeah?" Revan said, smirking a devious little grin across her face. She turned to the control panel to her side that she was going to use earlier. Her fingers danced across the panel as she spoke." One training droid. Attack mode. Target, Bandon." With that final key stroke a door on the left side of the room slid down, and out stepped one of the droids Revan had been slicing to pieces before. Bandon took a step back. Malak looked amused. "Scared?" Revan asked the obvious question. Bandon replied by reaching down to the sliver light saber at his belt, pulling it up and into a defensive position. He moved his feet into a stance he had been taught, and with a press of a button his saber flickered to life. The violet blade reaching the appropriate height instantly. The droid's head turned to Bandon, its visual receptors focusing on him. Raising its blaster rifle to aim and shoot. And shoot it did, a blaster bolt wised across the room. Revan and Malak expected that blast to hit Bandon dead on but to their surprise he deflected it, the blast scorching the ceiling instead of Bandon's chest. But before Bandon could pat himself on the back for a job well done the droid shot again, this time several blasts in quick succession. Bandon dashed out of the way just in time before the bolts hit, creating a few sizzling holes in the floor. Bandon then gained his bearings, getting the droid in his sights before charging it, blade held outward ready to deflect an attack. The sounds of shots being fired echoed throughout the room, as Bandon brushed away each shot with a wave of his saber. Now within striking distance, Bandon swung downward at the droid. But much to his dismay the droid dodged it, quickly moving to the right, Bandon's arc of attack going wide. An outstretched foot added to the miss, tripping Bandon, sending him tumbling to the ground.
The droid turned, leveling its gun to Bandon. Bandon, red faced with fear and anger, stared down the barrel of the rifle pointed at him. Raising his hand, Bandon screamed a cry of rage. A burst of invisible force energy sent a shockwave across the room, nearly knocking Revan and Malak off their feet. The droid however was sent flying, crashing into the window.
Bandon stood up, brushing hair out of his face, and took a deep breath. Trying to calm himself. He looked visibly shaken. Revan and Malak stood trying to grasp the situation. Bandon, the neopadawan had just delivered an amazing amount of force energy to the broadside of a droid, which was probably half way around Coruscant by now. Bandon finally spoke up "There..I told you I was strong…"
"Yeah..well..if the masters ask about the window..we broke it" Revan spoke softly, still a little amazed by Bandon's display.
"We should probably go…" Malak suggested.
"Good idea. Hey Bandon, why don't you join us for a drink?"
Before they headed on to one of the academies docking bays, they stopped by at Revan's room, in the dormitories. "Wait here." She said before entering her room. Closing the door behind her she made her way to a desk covered in data pads and holocrons. Looking through them, she discovered the one master Shandar had dropped off. Getting into the chair and sliding up to the desk, she placed the data pad into the data port in her computer. The data automatically loaded into the computer, nearly ripping the pad out she plopped it on top of the mess on her desk, this pattern had developed a long time ago. It makes quite a mess.
Looking over the words and images on the screen she nodded and let out a sigh. "Yeah this it…" Feeling like something was going right this day, she still felt a little troubled about Bandon. Who would have though that little padawan could have done that, I could feel his anger, She though on this as someone knocked on the door a few impatient times. "Just a minute!" Turning her gaze back towards the computer and desk she couldn't help but see the huge mess that was strewn about her desk. "Ah, I'll clean it later…"
"What's she doing in there?" Bandon asked Malak, trying to make a little small talk with him.
"Fixing her hair…" Malak said in a sarcastic tone. If you can believe he could. The door slid open, revealing Revan, her hair as it was when she entered.
"Was it the data you were searching for?" Malak asked to Revan.
"Yeah, Shandar did good, for once."
"What data, something from the archives?" Bandon said inquisitively.
"Nothing that would concern you, I am sure." Malak answered before Revan could.
"Don't worry about it. Come on, lets go."
The group made their way through the academies expansive halls and highly decorated rooms full of students and JedI around every corner. It was always this busy, well usually. When they finally reached the docking bay where they're speeder was parked it was all but empty, save for a few cleaning and maintenance droids bustling about. Malak had a distaste for droids, ever since the incident with Linatra. Only Revan, master Linatra, and a certain janitorial droid know what happened, and they have taken a vow of silence, honoring Malak's request to maintain his reputation. They reached a sleek looking speeder with a fine chrome finish lathered across its surface. The only areas that didn't have the silver touch were vents and external parts. A maintenance droid approached Malak and spoke " Your speeder is fueled and ready padawan Malak." Malak, looking rather grumpy, snatched the keys from the droids outstretched hand.
"That will be all droid." Malak ordered to the droid. The droid got the message and quickly scurried off to some other unknown duty.
Malak hopped inside the driver side of the speeder and sunk into the seat. Revan did the same into the front side passenger seat. With no other choice Bandon fumbled into the back seat.
"Um..hey..where are the seat belts?" Bandon asked, sounding worried.
"Seat belts? Hey Malak, what are those?" Asked Revan, to Malak.
"I have no idea." Before Bandon could protest about the lack of safety features in Malak's speeder, the engines were rumbling and they were off. Zooming down the huge cavern of a docking bay and out the gaping doors into the open air. It was deep in the evening and the Coruscant sun was setting off in the distance behind the gigantic skyline of buildings. The sky was partly cloudy, forming into odd shapes in the sky that may have looked like anything to anyone, if anyone wasn't too busy going about their business on the planet. Malak piloted the speeder into a lane of heavy traffic, guiding it skillfully through the air. Bandon sunk even lower into his seat now as they picked up a little more speed. It seem like an eternity that they traveled going deeper and deeper through lanes of endless traffic, at least to poor Bandon it did. The darkness creeped over them, they didn't know if it had turned to night or if it was just the darkness of Coruscant's under city. Finally Malak slowed down in front of what appeared to be some kind of cantina or bar. Slowing down and eventually coming to a stop in front of it. Making sure the repulsorlifts were stable to keep it from banging to the ground, he shut the engines off. Practically leaping out of the speeder with a heavy thud from his boots connecting with the hard concrete. Revan disembarked from the speeder similarly, and Bandon fumbled out just as gracefully as the way he entered it. Malak look around eyeing the people who were eyeing his speeder, as Bandon tried his best to put his hair back into the way it was before the wind of the speeder ride.
"We're going here…?" Bandon was speaking of the seedy bar they were now parked in front of.
"Yeah, what about it?" Revan replied, her cool demeanor unfailing.
"Uh..nothing…" Bandon muttered and trailed off.
"Just watch yourself okay? The scum in this place can be pretty bad sometimes." Revan's advice fell hard on Bandon's ears. Scum? He thought. Revan made her way to the entrance, followed by Malak, who was followed by Bandon. The place was low lighted, and was filled with all manner of aliens, and many humans too. Tables were scattered around the cantina, aliens sat at them all drinking they're favorite poisons. The actual bar was a circular type structure that looped around in the center on the cantina. The group made they're way to the bar, each taking a seat next to each other. Bandon on the left, Malak in the middle, and Revan on the right.
A Twi'lek who must have been the bartender sprang up from a crouching position behind the bar, nearly knocking Bandon off his stool. "Ah, sorry about that dear sentient. Would you like something to drink?" He spoke in basic, which wasn't much a surprise to Revan. "Correlian ale, in a clean glass." Revan requested. "Make that two." Malak responded in kind.
"And for you?" The Twi'lek directed his attention to Bandon.
"Oh me? Um..water."
"Water…right, I'll have that for you in a moment." He went to his duty of preparing they're drinks.
"I wonder when we'll get a chance to get off world next." Revan said.
"Hopefully soon. I'm getting sick of rotting in that academy every day." Malak commented.
"I've never been off of Coruscant, well..ever since I came to the academy." Bandon tried to add his own opinion to the conversation.
"Hmm..where did you come to the academy from?" Revan asked.
"Dantooine. It's a farm world if you've never heard of it. Not much going on there then..or ever. A really boring place to live if there ever was one."
"Sounds like a fun place…" said Revan. Just as Revan finished her comment an enormous, fat, ugly, and rather smelly Gamorean tapped Bandon on his shoulder. "Hey your in my seat!" He squealed. Bandon obviously didn't speak Gamorean and looked dumbfounded over his shoulder and the ugly mug of his harasser.
"I..I don't want any trouble." Bandon said while getting out of the stool.
"You Jedi are all the same. Always barging around like you own place. Well let me tell you something. I own place. Ha! That's right, this is my bar, so you better..uh..watch where you step okay?" The Gamorean seemed to be enjoying bullying Bandon about with his taunts. But Malak did not look amused.
"I said I don't want any trouble, just leave me alone." Bandon looked ever more frightened that he did before.
"No trouble huh? If we wanted to give you trouble you know it. You'd be dead so fast you'd be..uh..dead really fast! Yeah! What are you gonna do about that Jedi Huh?" The Gamorean gave Bandon an intimidating shove, almost knocking him to the floor. It seemed as if his two friends had abandoned him so far, but Malak rose out from his seat standing at his full height, towering over the Gamorean that had just pushed Bandon.
"Ooh! Looks like little humie has big humie to look out for him! Ha ha! Stand up for him!" The Gamorean didn't seem impressed by Malak but that all changed. In a flash of blue light Malak's saber was out, drawn, and poised at the aliens neck. Bandon looked pale with fear, cowering behind Malak. Revan's hand lowered down to her belt, carefully eyeing those in the crowed that had now gathered. The Gamorean gulped, and stood frozen in place. His two buddies not knowing whether to run for it or to try and take this JedI on.
Don't do it Malak. Maybe he'll just walk away. Revan thought. Although, she was spoiling for a good fight, and this may be a good chance. Before she could finish her train of though, a cry from the crowd and blaster shot broke her concentration. There was also the sound of a swishing light saber and the thud of something heaving hitting the floor. She leaped from the seat and drew her blade just in time to deflect the bolts that were aimed at her, sending them back into the crowd, downing a few humans and aliens. Bandon was not so lucky, a shot traveled to him, slamming into his abdomen, sending him to the floor with a cry of pain. Malak had already dispatched the other two Gamoreans with a wide horizontal blade slash that cleaved both of the aliens into four pieces. The smell of burning flesh was already in the air, and Gamoreans smell even worse when burning. Chaos soon erupted throughout the bar as anyone who had any kind of weapon started firing. Revan met Malak at his side and said quickly "We have to get out of here now!" Her voice was barely audible from the screams and blaster shots. "Get Bandon!"
Revan leapt into the fray, swinging her blade at an assaulting human with a rusty old vibro blade, knocking it aside before plunging her saber deep into his chest. Quickly drawing it out before he slumped to the floor. Reacting to bolts of energy being shot her, deflecting them easily back to their owners, taking them down. With barely any time to react an alien she wasn't too sure about or didn't really care at the time took a swing at her with a hefty vibro blade. Blocking it, she jumped back slightly as he attacked again, this time missing. She focused, and with a display of the force pushed the alien onto his back, within a split second Revan had already beheaded the alien. Malak was now making his way with Bandon hunched over his shoulder, Malak seemed to be able to support him. Blaster shots zoomed past them just barely missing each time, they picked up the pace making they're way out of the cantina. Revan drew back her light saber as she went out to join them soon after.
Malak, as gently as he could laid Bandon down in the back seat of the speeder before getting in himself. Revan running as fast as she could from the cantina, shots coming after her, jumped into the speeder just as it was taking off. "I think we got away!" Revan proclaimed. Sadly though she could see behind them a number of speeders with angry looking aliens in them starting up. "Step on it!" She said.
The sound of speeders at full throttle was heavy, as Malak zoomed in and out of the late night traffic of the under city. Following close behind him in pursuit were three speeders with a deadly cargo of really pissed off aliens. Some tried taking shots at Malak but they all went wide., either hitting an adjacent building or a probably innocent civilians speeder. Just barely dodging a waste hauling vehicle, Malak took a sharp turn around a corner. Revan being tossed to her left from the turn while Bandon bounced around in the back seat. Looking behind him, Malak noted that only two speeders were now following them, but they were gaining fast. Must be in swoop gangs he thought, only way that they could ever have speeders as fast as his. Malak suddenly shot down, going almost completely vertical. Bracing themselves with they're feet to avoid falling out. Revan held on as tight as she could, gritting her teeth as they plummeted through the busy traffic. Speeders of all kinds wised past them, just barely missing them by a few feet at a time. Malak expertly avoided everything in his way. Feeling that he had lost his pursuers Malak pulled up, gradually slowing down and merging into a lane.
"Ok, now I think we lost them." Revan corrected herself. Malak could only smile, feeling very pleased with himself for the stunt he just pulled. Revan looked into the back seat, seeing an unconscious Bandon lying down on the seats. A black scorch mark was on his abdomen, it had charred his robes there and probably the flesh underneath. But the wound wasn't too serious. Just a quick check up by a meddroid and he'll be alright.
"I think he'll make it." Revan said as she turned around to face ahead.
"He's stronger than he appears." Said Malak.
"If you mean strong in the force, yeah. That little display of the force he did in the training room. Could you feel it, that power…and anger"
"Yes, and no doubt the masters at the academy felt is as well. I didn't know Bandon could do that. If master
Mandrak knew..hmm..I don't know. Should we tell Shandar?"
"No..if Bandon wants anyone to know he'll tell his master, or another one. If he's too afraid to talk with Mandrak."
Revan felt at a loss of words, and a little exhausted as well. Those damn Gamoreans, I didn't even get to have my drink before they messed up our night. And now we have to explain how Bandon got shot, and probably the broken window back at the academy. What a great night. What else could go wrong. She sat their in the passenger seat thinking on this, as they headed back to the academy. The lights of Coruscant were glimmering all around them as they traveled trough the air. She felt tired, almost sleepy. Its just one of those days I guess, she thought. All the days at the academy are like that, tired, bored, kind of like the trip we're on now. Zooming through the most vibrant and beautiful city of the core worlds, but not caring about it at all. We've seen it time and time again, over and over, the same thing. Revan's eyes began flickering, then shutting, she started to fall into a deep sleep, feeling the wind blow across her face in a soothing touch.
Finally Malak could see the subtly lit tower of the JedI academy across the star filled sky. Piloting to it, he wondered what kind of punishment lay in wait for them.
"And this was all in self defense!? Correct!?" Master Mandrak screamed at Revan and Malak, demanding an answer. Bandon was absent, since he was currently in the infirmary being treated for his injury.
"It appears my students had no choice, judging from their story. If they did not act, they might have been killed." Shandar interrupted.
"I was not asking you Shandar I was asking these delinquent students of yours!" Mandrak's brow was furred with anger, and his face was a boiling bright red. His heavy robes matched his face in a shade of bright and dark reds with black lining across the rims. His hood was down, allowing him to rant at Revan and Malak with all of his fury. "If they were true Jedi they would have been able to reason with them and to come to a peaceful solution."
"Bandon's life was a stake, and theirs as well. I am sure they tried to reason with the brutes all they could." Shandar appeared to be trying to defend them. Malak shifted a little remembering that is was he who drew his saber at the Gamoreans throat first. Without a single word.
"A Jedi can always find a peaceful solution to any problem, even when death is staring right a them!" Mandrak continued to argue with Shandar. Mandrak always did have quite a temper, and it was becoming legendary around the halls of the academy.
"Not all conflicts can be settled with a peaceful solution. You should know that Mandrak." Shandar said. Mandrak's face looked as if he was in deep thought for a moment, remembering something from the past that may have had something to do with the situation at present. Revan and Malak stood silent, waiting for Mandrak's reply.
"Yes, well..I..suppose there was nothing you could do. But don't forget this lesson and pass it over, I am sure my student won't." Mandrak seemed to be cooling down, his face had returned to its normal color and looked less intense than it had before.
"Yes master Mandrak.'" Revan and Malak said in unison.
"Good night." Mandrak said bluntly, before storming off into the night.
"Don't worry about him, he'll cool off..eventually. Well I cant help but say that I'm rather impressed with you two. It seems your combat training has really paid of hasn't it? Did you get that fight you were looking for?" Shandar actually looked happy, a stark contrast to master Mandrak.
"Yes, well..we didn't actually get to do much fighting. We pretty much just got out of there as fast as we could." Revan said modestly.
"Easy pickings." Malak added.
"Is Bandon okay?" Revan asked.
"Oh Bandon, he was injured wasn't he? Yes, he'll be fine, just a little shaken up. He'll be in tip top shape by tomorrow don't you worry, he he." Shandar chuckled to himself. " Its getting late you know, and I really must retire. I hope I get to see my pupils tomorrow, ha!" Shandar the left the two there alone, standing together.
"I though we'd be in bigger trouble than this…" Revan said, then sighing to herself. "Shandar's almost a little too forgiving. But what the hell am I complaining about, we got off the hook and Bandon isn't dead." Revan said. Malak looked sleepy and was practically dozing off on his feet.
"Come on Revan, lets just get our rooms and end this terrible night." Revan agreed and the two traveled through the academy to the dormitory and to their separate rooms. "Good night Revan." Malak said just as the door shut in front of her outside Malak's room. She let out a deep sigh and continued on to her own room. But before she could enter the access code into the door panel, she heard footsteps running down the dark hall and a silhouette of someone coming down the hall. When he finally came into the light she saw it was Bandon, panting and wheezing from running halfway across the academy. Getting up to her, he took a moment to catch his breath before speaking. " Hey Revan.." He said a little meekly.
"Um..hey Bandon. Was there something you wanted?" Revan said, just wanting to get inside her room and to go right to sleep. But she had to deal with Bandon first.
"I'm glad I caught you, just in time huh? Oh um..yeah..I just wanted to tell you that..you see..I had a great time tonight, you guys are so cool. I can't believe what happened, that pig guy was huge, and Malak was just like *swish* *swash* and they were all over the place!" Bandon sounded excited, to say the least.
"Uh huh, well thanks..I guess."
"Its too bad I got shot, or I would have helped you guys out. We could have taken on that entire bar!" Bandon was getting almost too excited.
"Yeah Bandon, I'm really tired…and you probably need your rest right?" Revan tried to cut the conversation short.
"Oh yeah..it is a bit late..sorry about that. I just wanted to make sure you knew I didn't hold a grudge or anything, okay?"
"Okay."
""I'll see you around the academy tomorrow then, night!" Bandon then coolly walked away with a big strut, feeling great about himself. He got in a fight, a bar fight no less, with Revan and Malak. The coolest JedI in the academy. This was so sweet he thought. Revan turned back to the door panel and punched in a few keys, causing the door to slide open. Going inside she promptly kicked off her heavy boots and headed over to her computer desk. Loading the console back on she looked over the lines of words on the computer screen. Letting out a yawn, she started reading it. She'd been studying some of the ancient Sith history in the Jedi archives, with master Shandar's help of course. The data and holocrons were restricted to the lower padawans of the order, but Shandar made an exception, since he thought Revan was such an exceptional student.
Bandon entered his room, pulling his boots off and setting them neatly in the corner by the door. Stepping over to the computer console he took a seat. Pressing a series of keys the screen flickered to life. Hello Bandon it said, as he accessed a certain file on it. Hello computer he said back, sounding cheerful in his good mood. Bandon loaded up his journal, and began typing in the various things that happened that day, from the training droid battle, to the bar fight, and to the speeder chase he was partially unconscious for.
After the door shut, Malak strode over to his bed that was placed inside the wall, allowing more space inside the fairly small room most JedI were given. He practically fell into bed and was fast asleep in moments.
