Chapter 4

Pain was coursing his body, it wasn't due to the fact that Bastila weighed a lot, and she was in fact light as a feather the real reason was because of the mind numbing pain that now racked his every nerve. For years since he had suffered the back injury it had been a problem, he could remember the first time that it had ever hampered his ability to fight and it was in the worst situation possible. It was above the planet Malachor V, and it was on board the battleship of Mandalore the Ultimate and he had fought through perhaps hundreds of Mandos only to suffer a relapse of his injury only a few minutes before his battle with the leader of the Mandalorian Clans. But he had come out on top clearly, and he had to fight through the pain, but when he didn't have to do it, he wanted to have as many sedatives in his back as humanly possible to numb the pain.

The Doctor of his flagship was really the only person he ever trusted with his life, and the Dark Lord could honestly say that they were friends. He had served with him throughout the entire Mandalorian Wars, and just like Yarr, he really couldn't feel anything negative about him, he had proven himself over and over again to be one of the best physicians in the known Galaxy. "Doc, I need another shot, my back is acting up again."

"Oh my," He said rising from his desk and setting down the datapad that he was reading, when he made a motion for Revan to sit on the nearest bed, he noticed Bastila lying on the only bed that had a security ray shield around it. "I take it that's your Jedi Friend? I can see the bump on her head from over here."

Revan chuckled and reached to his chest to unfasten his armor. "The other two were worse off though."

Doctor Aloris Van folded his arms across his chest and shook his head. "I take it you made a little mess?"

"Yes, are you the mortician on duty tonight?" Revan asked finally slipping the metal plate off his chest.

"Thankfully no," Van smiled and then he sighed. "So is it the typical symptoms, with you back I mean?"

He nodded and using his calming skills, he sighed deeply. "Aloris, the only thing that I can remember about the day of the accident was me falling out of the dropship, care to remind me what happened again?"

"It was a cold, horrible day on Serroco and you had just given the order to begin landing the ground forces, when you and I finally left the ship, they opened up aerial defenses." He mused with heavy dryness in his voice that made Revan chuckle. "And our ship was dodging turbo lasers, and you having the luck that you do, tripped, fell out about a thousand feet and coincidentally landed on a very large boulder, I might remind you again that you are lucky to be walking and alive for that matter, but you've always been very lucky."

Doctor Van was the only person in perhaps the known Galaxy that could speak to him on this level, unlike everyone else including Yarr, he had never developed the master servant manner with him it had always remained friend to friend. And the good Doctor had always tolerated and in some case's agreed with his methods, and in that regard Revan had never sensed treachery from him so he had no real reason not to trust him. That trust had made him so much that when he had split from the Republic he had made Van, his one perhaps only friend, his personal physician just as he had been when they served the Republic. "Very funny Schutta, give me the damn shot."

"Ok, Ok, I have to have my fun every now and then," He laughed and then walked over to a large island table in the center of the circular room and placed his hand over the scanning pad which triggered the unlocking mechanism of the locker which contained all of the medical information and medication for Revan, when it slid open he laid his eyes on the syringes that were filled with the sedative that Revan had to take for his injury. "You know one of these days you're gonna need to have corrective surgery on the back of yours."

"I thought you said that I couldn't do that?" He asked now rubbing his bare back in some half hearted attempt to sooth the pain.

"Last month when were at Obra Ski I took sometime going through the medical records of their library and I think I might have found a way to repair the damage to your nerves, but I'm going to need to do a few tests first to see if it can be done," He said picking up one of the syringes and setting the dose that the electronic syringe dosed to the recipient, he had memorized it and he could do it blindfolded and deaf. "Do you think that you can find me a …shall we say …test subject? It might benefit you in the end."

"Are you asking me to injure a perfectly innocent stranger just so you can perform test surgery?" Revan asked with a smile.

Van approached his friend and nodded. "Yes, I think you're rubbing off on me when it comes to the whole medical experimenting."

"Sure I can," Revan nodded, with a smirk now. "We're gonna be having a lot of them when I have Malak's crew arrested."

The Dark Lord spotted the syringe and he instantly tensed up, that was one of his weakness, sharp needles and he hated the fact that he had to be injected in the back with them, especially when it was in his spine. Clenching his fists tighter, he prepared himself for the sharp feeling of pain and then he tried to get his mind off of it. "The Jedi Bastila, what tests are you going to run on her?"

"Head scan," Doctor Van answered looking at horizontal scar on Revan's back that marked the spot where he had performed surgery years ago to make sure that his friend's spine was still in one piece. "I'll run the typical series tests, along with the cranial scan, if there's anything wrong with her I'll correct it, unless of course you don't want me to correct any of those psychical issues?"

"No, I do, I just want a full list of them, one of them might prove useful," Revan said turning his head over his shoulder and looking at the unconscious Jedi. "By the way, when she awakens I want her put to sleep until I say otherwise, until I deal with Malak."

"Did he indeed betray you as you had thought?" He asked raising an eyebrow and preparing to plunge the needle in.

Revan nodded. "I haven't heard the report from Yarr or Jaq, but I felt something stir in the force while I was fighting the Jedi."

"And you come to the conclusion that he has done this with no proof?" He asked holding it off on more second.

"Let me check, hold off on sticking me for a moment," He said looking up to the ceiling. "Medical Bay to Lieutenant Yarr"

Yarr's voice sounded back clearly, and Revan was pleased to sense the pleasure behind her thick Rylothen accent. "Lieutenant Yarr here."

"Lieutenant, I trust the battle goes well?" Revan asked cheerfully, however the pain in his back was causing him to feign it.

"Yes master," She responded with a hint of laughter. "We've pushed the Republic Fleet back and as soon as you incapacitated Bastila, their moral began to crumble, we've destroyed the capital ship and you'll be pleased to know that they're preparing to escape."

Revan nodded and smiled at Van. "Very good, allow them to lick their wounds and depart Lieutenant, and a report on Malak?"

"Your suspicions were correct Master," She responded. "Jaq and the team have broken up the assassination attempt."

The Dark Lord smiled bitterly, and then it slowly transformed into the most indignant scowl that Doctor Van had ever seen on his most important patients face. Folding his arms across his chest, he narrowed his eyes and waiting for the inevitable nasty comment that would escape Revan's mouth and frankly he wouldn't blame him if he went into an entire rant using creative curses. Malak had always been …aloof –if that was the right words to describe him- in the years that Van had known him, and he was the first person to tell you that he had a deep seeded hatred of his friends Apprentice. "Has Jaq reported in their progress to arrest Malak and his command crew?"

"They've taken five of the command decks and they are moving on the bridge as we speak," The Twi'lek reported. "And the auxiliary military units that you set up have bordered the ship and at the last reports they've met no resistance, they've all been arrested."

Revan nodded his head. "Very good, inform me when Malak is captured, I want to deal with him personally."

AN:/ Just a short chapter, yes I know you hate the short chapters and I will write longer ones from this point on, but I wanted to get the beginning events out of the way. Let me give you a quick rundown of the next chapter, Atton/Jaq will capture Malak, Bastila awakens (And obviously hates it) and Revan will begin his retribution on Malak and his officers, can you take a guess of what they will in tale lol?

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