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Somewhere in space……..don't ask me
Darth Revan sat in his leather chair musing. He had just sent a message to Master Uther and a present. The presents he sent will help introduce the academy students to the darkside. He himself did not see what was sent but knew they were Jedi.
The war was going well, for him that is. The Jedi were still reeling over the casualty rates during the last war and this unexpected move took them by surprise.
The fleet outnumbered the Republics' and he had loyal men working for him. Soldiers from the last war and converted Jedi fill the ranks. Even now, more Jedi and soldiers enlist to be on his side.
Although something troubled him, for the past day or so, he felt a disturbance in the Force and something was nudging him. It was like phantom pains or an echo. He did not like it. Something happened and he had no clue what it was. His visions led to nothing and he felt the pangs of doubt and sadness ripple through him. He was doubting himself and his mission, questioning his own methods. Sighing Revan went into deep mediation, searching for the disturbance, planning his strategies for the battle ahead.
It was a simple plan. Pull the fire alarm and run for it. Relatively simple. Except Malak, being the worrywart, decided to add a real fire and some explosions. All he had to do was detonate some grenades, some flammable fluids, mostly shampoo and hair spray plant a few mines and tada. It became an instant distraction.
As the siren screamed aloud and the stampede of Sith in training ran out of the building, and the loud serenade of explosions and screams Revan admired his friend's imaginative mind.
Running in the opposite direction Revan and Malak easily disabled the security locks and hauled away the captive Jedi. One of the Jedi was more mobile than the others and helped carry the immobile Jedi. Quickly contacting his master, the group ran to the ship and blasted off. In all the commotion the group forgot about the security cameras that was placed secretly everywhere in the Academy.
Once they were inside the ship, Malak left unmolested by the air defense system. After all, they were Sith, the dock master cannot ask them to do anything or detain them. The ship jumped into hyperspace.
Master Kreia busied herself with healing the most critically wounded Jedi and Malak helped the other. Revan was left to deal with the female padawan. The female padawan was as old as he was. She was slightly tanned skin and a skintight catsuit that left nothing to be imagined. Her brown hair was tied back with two pigtails. Revan leaned in surprised.
"Bas…urk."
Bastila woke up and after a slit second look of shock, she kicked him in the gut.
Revan feel with an undignified off and got up. His master was holding Bastila in a stasis hold. The injured Jedi was still unconscious and the other was held down by Malak.
"Why did you attack my padawan?"
So. This part is short sorry. Hopefully the next part will come. Please review and I beg for you pardons for holding out so long with this entry.