Before I start this story, let me make it clear that this is all from my imagination. Most of this stuff will be completely made up, and this probably will not be very canon at all. If you don't like stories like this, don't waste your time reading this if all you're going to do at the end is tell me how un-canon this is.
I'm only going to say this once. I don't own the characters, the planets, or anything else in the Star Wars Universe.
Prologue: Talking
The Jedi Exile sat down by the ex-Sith lord Revan. Both women ignored the other's presence for a while, staring out at the city stretched before them from their perch on the roof. Revan is the first to speak.
"Do you remember climbing the buildings at the enclave on Dantooine?"
"And the trees, the hills, whatever else we could find. Yes, I do."
Revan let out a bittersweet smile. "With Malak at our backs, of course."
"Of course."
"Atris following us around, lecturing us about how we were going to fall to the dark side if we breathed wrong."
A sad smile, almost a mirror image of Revan's, formed on the Exile's lips. She "hmm"ed in agreement.
"And let's not forget Sion and that stalker boy of yours."
The Exile let out a sigh, closing her eyes in fake exasperation. "For the last time, Mical was not my stalker!"
"He followed you everywhere!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
Right then, arguing over something unimportant, it felt like old times again. Before the wars, when they were still young, senseless, Padawans…
So, this is it. Tell me what you think. What I'm planning on doing is basically both Revan and the Exile's life story. It will probably suck. It will probably be the worst Star Wars fanfiction you have ever read. But I'm going to write it anyway. So, yeah.
Please tell me what you think,
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