Hmm... It's still somewhat short... I'm exhausted after all the finals, and I still have one more to go. I don't know how I'll fair against it, but I just have to tell myself it'll be okay, and take enough pain killer to knockout an elephant. Maybe that will help my focus. If you see mistakes in this chapter, that's why. I can't even see straight currently. You're brain cant actually "fry", but it can stop thinking when it's sleep deprived. Something to do with glucose - my science professor and I had a whole conversation about it! Coolest teacher ever!

Anyway, enjoy the chapter!


That was how the crew found him when they woke up. He had fallen asleep leaning on the table, after having debated whether to give the drive to Mission in the morning – as she was the resident computer genius – or to check it out while he was the only one awake, eventually going for the latter, as he fell asleep using his arms as a pillow.

Zaalbar left Carth alone for the time being, preferring to check what was in the containers. When the container opened and the smell of Alcoari first hit his nose, he didn't know what to think. Searching through, Big Z immediately found the fruit drink, and held the gallon of the drink, wondering how it got here and why.

"Morning, Big Z!" Mission called, entering the main area with a smile. "What'cha got there?"

"Alcoari." Zaalbar held it out for her to see.

"Alcoari? Really? That stuff is great!" Mission cheered, stirring Carth awake. "But why's it here? Carth, did you leave the ship last night?"

The rest of the crew had come in having heard Mission's excited optimism, while Carth stretched his shoulders from the uncomfortable position he had slept in. "No, Mission. I did not. Someone came to the hanger bay with these containers," he grabbed the drive, holding it up for everyone to see, "and this."

"I-I smell... Silver-back? But-?" Juhani stuttered, looking at the containers with her face scrunched up in confusion.

Mission looked through the containers, calling out joyfully, "Your nose is right, Hani! There's fish in here, too!"

"Everyone's favorites are in those, and I don't know why or who did it." Carth said.

"Who brought it? Did they say anything about who sent it?" Canderous questioned, not quite sure what to think about it.

"A Bathan brought it. He said 'The Lady' and knew about our time on Dantooine. At least some of it."

"Could it be Oryn who sent it?" Juhani asked. "Who else knows of our favorite things, but the one who talks to us unceasingly?"

"Maybe. I don't know." Carth admitted, ruffling his already messy hair. "We should see what's on this." He handed the drive to Mission, who immediately plugged it into her personal datapad. A couple clicks later and Mission had an answer.

"There's a message on here, but it might be easier to have T3 play it. That way we can all see it." She removed the disc and plugged it into one of T3's imports.

A few beeps and whistles, a bright light, and suddenly Oryn was standing in the room. A bright, blue, see through Oryn, she wore a cloak around her, with the hood down to revel her hair pulled back in a short ponytail and a disheartened frown on her face. She started at her boots, not really moving her gaze to those she spoke to.

"I have no idea if you'll even accept this, but I'm sorry." It started. The room was so silent you could hear Oryn taking a soft, deep breath. "You probably won't even want me to return after I tell you this, but you deserve to know. I've been getting more and more flashes of what I really am, and they're not-" She hesitated, clenching her fists together in front of her. "I remember too much. The things I did and the monster I really am. But I needed to take care of my team, so, I sent enough food for you to good wherever you want, enough to sustain you for up to six months. You can all go home, or continue to travel, but you don't have to stay on Korriban. I'd never ask that of you. I shouldn't have."

"No! How can you think that?" Mission cried, knowing full well it was just a recording.

Oryn bit her lip, and finally looked up from the ground. "If-if any of you still want-want to- I'll be departing for Korriban soon. I've been acting as who I really am to keep alive. I'll be there within the week to oversee the Academy Training. I wouldn't blame you if none of you are there when I arrive," She looked down at her open palms, and continued, "I don't want to be near a monster with so much blood on her hands."

And the recording ended. Mission was in tears, soaking Zaalbar's fur as she clung to him. "We are going to wait for her, yes?" Zaalbar asked, looking to each crew member.

"She isn't thinking straight. We wouldn't leave her to fight her demons alone when she didn't let us fight ours alone." Canderous stated like it was obvious.

"Of course. Oryn is having a far more difficult time with this than any of us ever had with our Darker Sides. I will not leave her alone, because she didn't leave me alone." Juhani concurred.

"She's never been a perfect Jedi, honestly I never expected her to be, and so I refuse to let her think she's alone." Bastila said with conviction.

"The lass got me off of Kashyyyk, and helped me help my friend. She had to lie for that, but her heart was in the right place. She struggled through that, and she did it for me, I'm not about to let her struggle without there being a safely net under her."

"So, we're all pretty much in accordance?" Canderous looked around, and at most nods, he narrowed his eyes at Carth, "What about you, Republic? Gonna take her up on her offer to leave? Or are you gonna stick it out?"

Carth only hesitated because he couldn't get the message out of his head. She didn't want to be Revan, she didn't want to kill, and she was tearing herself up inside because of it. No, he wouldn't let her go, not that easily. Not after everything she had done for him.

"No. I'm going to be here when she arrives, no question about it."


The recorder shut off, and Oryn sighed, her heart shattering that the thought that they wouldn't be there. But it might be better. For them. They didn't need to see what she was becoming. The line between good and bad was blurring, turning into a gradient across the scale. The Sith weren't evil anymore, it was everyone was evil to some degree. Of course, Carth's view on the Jedi and the Mandalorian War didn't help.

Peace is a lie. There is only passion. The first part of the Sith Code. And at some point it had become sensible. When there is peace, nothing gets done. Everything stays the same. Passion doesn't have to be evil, being passionate about something doesn't make it bad. Peace can't last. It can hold on for a while, but it never holds out. It can't or nothing gets better.

Shaking her head to clear her current thought process, she looked to the small drive she would send along with Koth Ora'ia, a Bothan friend from before. He was perfectly neutral, and as long as you helped him, he would help you. He was almost like a Bounty Hunter, except he didn't kill for credits. Biting her lip – she found she had developed that bad habit since she learned who she really was – she worried that perhaps throwing in everyone's favorites was depraved of her, like tempting them to stay with her.

No, argued part of her, it's just fine to spoil them a bit. Once upon a time you would have done it every time you got the chance.

With a deep breath, she placed her old mask over her face, and it was like a switch flipped in her mind. A whole other personality, took place, one that was cold and calculating. One that had always been in the back of her mind, assisting in decisions, but never really taking charge. Now it was flipped, which was probably good, Oryn was in such confusion that she was a danger to herself.

Revan held change, while Oryn quivered and wandered, lost and confused within their mind. The connection they shared with Bastila had been blocked off, and with Oryn as she was, there was no moving it. Only Revan could. And that wasn't happening. Not right now. Their mind was already chaos, no need for a third person in here.

Darth Revan strode down the halls with purpose, Acolytes bowing respectfully, and soldiers scurrying to get out of her path. Not one of them dared approach her, for she had a destination in mind, and all were too afraid to try and stop her. The metal doors slid open and she swept into the docking bay. "Koth?"

The Bothan turned at the call of his name, and easily made his way over to Revan. He wasn't afraid of her, he had no reason to be. They worked together and helped each other for equal gain. Simple as that. "The cargo is collected and ready to be delivered. You said there was one more thing you needed taken to this group?"

"Yes." She held out the drive, and he plucked it from her fingers and deftly placed it in his pouch. "Do you remember the confirmation? This is for Oryn Avari's crew, and should it not get to them, it will be very unhappy."

"Have I failed you before? I remember the confirmation, don't worry. Consider these supplies there already." Koth nodded, and turned to his ship.

"Thank you." Oryn slipped out, barely a whisper, but his enhanced hearing caught it, he looked at her over his shoulder, and gave a small smile.


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