Title: Episode 1.02 Him
Chapter: 2, Mindfreak
Author: CarthsLostPadawan
Summary: After Revan's Force Precognition back at the Enclave, she returns in a hurry to Citadel Station in hopes that she can stop Malak in time.
Disclaimer: Must I do these everytime? Nah, not this time... just read the first chapter. You know the drill! ;)
Dedicated: To all my lovely adoring fans back at Carth Community. It's because of your guys' persistance that I continue writing these!
No longer was the landing gear down then Revan was off the ship and flying towards the landing pad door. HK-47 and T3-M4 long forgotten back at the Ebon Hawk, Revan's stance and walk told she was on a mission and that nothing short of a Rancor could hinder her pace. Her mind was a mess of thousands of scenarios and hypothesis; whether she should go petition to the TSF to go planet-side, whether she should just go check their room before she jumped to conclusions... Her heart raced so fast that it oddly seemed like it was at a stand still.
"Revan! Father was wondering where you were. I told him you had an errand to run." Dustil's voice sounded behind her as she passed the Entertainment Module. Dustil had just emerged from the Cantina, an onyx-skinned Twi'lek girl on his arm. There was something in her golden eyes that just screamed to Revan that she couldn't be trusted, something primal even.
"And does he know that you've abandoned your studies to go pick up schutta at the local bar?" She asked, her distain for the alien and for Dustil's lack-of-training annoying her enough to get her to stay put. The woman moved from Dustil, a look of pure shock on her face as she stared down the older Jedi woman.
"You are not my mother and I don't -" Revan put a hand up to stop him.
"No I am not, but I am your Master and you will do as I say." She scowled at him, her temper flaring as she turned her attention to the Twi'lek who had just muttered something... rude for lack of a better word towards Revan. "And I suggest you quiet your smart-mouthed alien girl before she finds herself hanging from the bottom of a frieghter by her headtails."
Turning on her heal she stormed off again, but not before she could use a little bit of the Force to trip the girl who'd truely just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. It wasn't until she was half way home that she realized in her anger that she had forgotten to ask Dustil just where that illustrious father of his was last. Her nerves back on end, she broke off in a slight run towards the Residential Compartments.
"I'm sorry, Miss. The Admiral left some time ago, in civilian clothes. I don't know him well, so I didn't address him." A TSF official alerted Revan as she came back from her search of the compartment. He must have known she was stressed because he was somewhat careful of his word choice and didn't once stare her in her eyes. It took a second, but Revan realized this and took a couple of shaky breaths.
"It's fine. I'm sure he's probably safe somewhere, right?" She turned from him feeling quite dizzy from the adrenaline that was pumping like a virus through her tired veins. Returning into their room, she let the door shut behind her before she slid down the wall, her face hidden in her hands.
"Revan, ma'am, we've gotten most of the Mandalorian warcraft. What little are left are on the retreat. Do you wish for us to continue persuit?" Admiral Saul Karath of the Leviathan inquired over the radio-system. Nearly eighty Mandalorian warcraft lay scattered, the shrapnel and other remnants floated hauntingly through space. Revan stood hardened and unfeeling, only a look of contemplation gracing her soft yet pale features.
One would thing Revan was growing sick in these days that her skin lost it's color. A little more pigment with each passing day it seemed. There was talk of it all over the barracks; fear that their main driving force, their strategist, would be layed out in bed or worse was everyones shared worries. No one asked her though, yet they ran to Malak with their concerns. Revan was detatched emotionally with her troops and they beleived Malak was the key to getting to her. However, Malak came back with the same flakey answer everytime. "It's the lack of sun out here. We're all looking a bit haggard from being in Space for so long. Her skin just doesn't hold color like ours do."
"Well done, Karath. Stand fast." She looked over the numerous screens that were overhead and took a deep breath. Another moment went by and still not a word. However, there was a change in her face. Her silver-blue eyes darted back and forth frantically across the screen, searching for something. "Bring up the radar, Private."
A couple of beeps and the sound of keys tapping accompanied a flash on the screen where a giant map of the area graced the center of the screen over all the other displays. Revan's hands moved against it gracefully, cat-like almost, moving star systems here and planets there. "Is there something the matter, ma'am?"
"Contact Malak's flagship. Alert them that they are no longer within radar range." There was another silence, some static, then nothing.
"Gold team, you are out of radar range. Report your location." The private waited and there was nothing. "Gold team, I repeat, you are out of radar rang. Report your location now!" The signal was incomplete, not even reaching the ship. Revan's nervousness emerged fully, her entire body paling as she reached for the call button.
"Malak! Malak, this is no time for games! You reply right now or I'll-"
"Or you'll what? Decline this request to marry you?" A voice statically replied over the advanced two-way. The entire ship was silent as a flicker on the screen showed Malak's ship right nest to Revan's, having been sitting there the entire time.
Revan fumed for a brief moment, the soldiers around her expecting her to leave her Jedi Training and kill Malak for such a trick in a time of war. However, she narrowed her eyes and played it cool, truely realizing what he had said and playing it off. It was rather odd timing though, she had to admit. She put on her best "upset" voice and replied. "Prepare your airlock, I demand a meeting in your quarters. NOW!" She ended the connection and turned on her heel.
Revan! A stabbing pain in the cranium of the young reformed Jedi tore her from her memories, accompanied by a ghastly wail of her name. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head from the pain, hands clawing at her ears.
Revan A blinding white light filled the area, surrounding Revan and taking her away from the Station. She could feel something though... someone familiar...
Carth! She cried back having forgotten her reason for returning to the station. Carth needed her, but where was he?
Revan! He's coming! A white-hot pain rushed like a flash of lightning through her body, collecting in the front of her head. Her hands flew to it, holding it hard and begging for it to stop. She could barely keep her connection to Carth alive.
Carth! Where are you! Hands extended from the white-void, grabbing her, trying to Force her away from him. She struggled, the pain becoming so excruciating that her nose began to bleed.
No! Revan! He screamed in pain, sharing it with Revan. Revan lost control, shreiking and lashing out in all directions against those who held her. The white light again grew brighter and once it vanished, Revan found herself on the planet's surface, nose pouring blood, and her head spinning. Before her lay a TSF Officer, the one from the module, dead. Her lightsaber plunged in his chest.
Unknowingst to her, Dustil stood in the shadows, horrified.
(Is this the return of Darth Revan or just a bad dream? Keep tuned in to find out!)