A/N: Took a while to write, life gets in the way as it does. Okay not much to say here so enjoy!
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Revan was stood in front of a mirror staring blankly through it, thoughts about his appearance overwhelming his brain. What do I do with my hair? Should I shave the stubble? What the hell should I wear? Revan was trying to remember the way Bastila liked him best, although she always did say it didn't matter what he looked like, but that could've changed in three years. He needed all the leverage he could get, and appearance was the best way to start.
Revan rubbed a hand over his chin, deciding the stubble was itchy and not all that good looking. He opened the cabinet that was the mirror and took out his shaver, which he hadn't used in days, and the shaving foam. He pressed on the top of the bottle and the foam came out with that squirting noise every can had, took a handful and smattered it onto his face. Took out the blade and began running it over the foam very carefully, to many times he had rushed and cut himself, the blade continued to glide over the foam until Revan was satisfied with his stubble, well what was left of it. He splashed water over his face and wiped it with the towel beside him, gazed into the mirror and was met by a much smoother skinned version of himself, sadly though he had no aftershave left, he never thought he would need it so only took one bottle; which he smashed. Typical Revan couldn't help but think.
Happy now with his stubble he decided he had to do something with his hair, it was a mess. He attempted to flatten it but that was a no-go, it kept bouncing back up. He then tried to push it to the side but it just didn't look right. Revan opened the cabinet again and took out a small pot of gel. Considering it wasn't going to go flat Revan decided he might as well try to make it look presentable spiked up.
He opened the almost full pot of gel and began playing with his hair, first trying to make a sort of fauxhawk in the middle but immediately dismissed the idea when it would fall into place. He then began spiking up random part of his hair and flattening his fringe with some water which he decided looked presentable, and was the best he was going to get.
He walked out of the refresher, into his room and opened up his wardrobe looking at the vast amount of clothes staring back at him, he was not going to wear his robe that was a dead cert, but what would he wear? Revan decided he was going to be in need of a woman's opinion.
He walked through the corridors of the ship, and found Sian in the cockpit sat in the co-pilot seat. Revan turned to quickly look at the galaxy map; it was only another 2 and a half hours till they would be landing on Telos. "Hey Sian" Revan acknowledged the woman in the seat in front of him only to notice her jump slightly.
"Oh hey Rev only two and a bit more hours, you nervous?" Sian asked as she swivelled the chair round to look up at him quickly noticing his hair and that the stubble was gone. "Nice doo by the way" Sian quickly added, it suited him almost framed his face perfectly and with the stubble gone he looked like a new man.
Revan smiled briefly at Sian's recognition. "Thanks, yeah I am getting a bit nervous but I was wondering could you help me?" Revan requested with a slight pleading in his golden eyes.
"Sure what with?", Sian responded still looking up at his new hair, it really did make him look all that more attractive.
"Well I was just wondering whether I could ask... if you could help me choose what to wear?" Revan stumbled over his words slightly, it felt odd asking Sian to help him with this he saw the corner of her lips rise slightly, "you know for a woman's opinion" Revan added quickly.
"Oh bless..." Sian responded with a slight hint of patronization present in her voice, "...does Revan need help to choose what to wear on his date?" Revan couldn't help but smile at this and give off a small nod, Sian then snapped out of her motherly voice, "Yeah course I'll help ya Rev", she stood up and began to follow Revan to his room.
Sian stood before Revan's cramped wardrobe while he sat on the edge of his bunk. "Wow" Sian exclaimed to herself, this was going to take a while Revan had quite a few clothes to say the least. "Ok well let's start here than we only have two hours" Sian said as she began to pull out all of his clothes onto the floor. Revan watched as the pile began to mount, admittedly he had been gone for three years and did pack to prepare but he did bring too much stuff.
"Okay..." Revan mused as he stood over the pile of clothes rubbing the back of his head "let's get started, first things first I know that I don't want to stand out so remove every single piece of bright coloured clothing", Revan and Sian began to separate the piles five minutes later they had halved the size of the pile.
Revan then pulled out a pair of jeans looked at them and decided against denim, it was just too...simple too easy. It was still amazing how clothing never changed at least materials designs were always changing but many materials were all the same. "So I take it that means no denim?" Sian asked as Revan dismissed the jeans and nodded in affirmation. After taking out all of the denim they were left with a much smaller pile then before, it was about the size of a month's holiday packing.
"That wasn't too bad considering the size of the pile we started with now..." Sian stated she pulled up a pair of black sweatpants, "no, gotta make a good impression comfort is not important" she said as she threw the pants onto the 'reject' pile.
Watching as Sian did this Revan knew it was smart to ask her to help him. A pair of pants then caught Revan's eyes he walked over and picked up the pair of beige khaki pants. "How 'bout these?" Revan asked as he held them against his waist.
"They look fine but try them on" Sian said as she looked at the khaki's Revan was holding up.
Revan walked off to his refresher with the pants in his hand. Sian meanwhile sauntered through his tops even though pretty much anything went with beige it needed to look right, and he needed to look impressive.
A minute or two later Revan emerged from the refresher wearing the khaki's, "Well?" Revan asked as Sian straightened up and stared at him motioning with her hand for him to turn around.
"Yeah they suit you, great ok we're half way there but just try this on" Sian threw a black short-sleeved top at Revan, she found this top while he was in the refresher. Revan caught the black top and removed the red top he was wearing at that moment Sian caught a look at his chest. She couldn't stop herself from staring he had such a toned body; sure she'd noticed before but never taken time to admire it.
Revan lifted the black top over his head and found it fitted tightly round his abs showing off his muscles, he liked it. "That's it." Sian said as she looked at him, "casual yet still very smart, shows off your muscles."
"Excellent that didn't take no-where near as long as I thought it would, thanks for your help Sian. If you weren't here I would still be here with that pile we had at the beginning" Revan smiled at her and she returned it.
"No-way will Bastila be resisting that, if you weren't taken trust me even I'd be hitting on you", Sian said light-heartedly.
Revan chuckled but was then quickly aware that he was still so worried about meeting Bastila, he still hadn't even asked to land on Telos. "Well we've got landing admissions to clear so better get to it" Revan stated as he started making his way to the cockpit with Sian following close behind him.
As they walked into the cockpit, Revan thought of something "Hey Sian didn't you meet Lieutenant Grenn when you were travelling?" Revan took the pilots seat as he said this and Sian sat beside him.
"Yes , he held me captive! But then overall everything worked out well, I'll save you the details" Sian answered; thinking about what Revan was thinking to ask her this, "why?"
"Well do you think we could ask him a favour, for the crew of the Ebon Hawk and everything? Well we know about the private hangars on Telos, we need one I want no-one to know we're back, I just need to see Bastila. We don't need any distractions, specially no press for the holo-news." Revan said to Sian looking at her, she had a complex look on her face.
"Sure I think I could get us one of those hangars after all I'm the reason the citadel's still there , but won't people recognise us if we walk around to the residential modules?" Sian asked unsure of how this plan would work but was listening waiting to hear Revan's answer.
"Well I figured not many people would recognise us as longs as we're not with the hawk, it's better than going in than with the hawk in everyone's line of sight anyway." Revan answered slightly still not completely convinced by his own answer.
Sian nodded at Revan and rubbed the back of her neck "Better than nothing isn't it?" She confirmed Revan's uncertainty with her own. "Well ok I'm gonna contact Grenn", Sian began punching buttons on the computer.
"Ok well good luck" Revan said as he let out a breath that even he didn't know he was holding in. Revan leant back into the leather and placed his hands on his chest silently hoping Grenn would let them use the docks.
"Hello this is Lieutenant Grenn, general of the TSL, I presume you are asking to dock please may we have your name and the name of the ship" The lieutenant's voice buzzed through the com.
"Hello Lieutenant it's me Sian Treath" Sian said through the com.
"Who?" The somewhat nervous voice of Grenn replied.
Sian sighed "The Exile." She hated being referred to as the exile she did have a name, it had been years since she had been called such.
"WHAT? What are you doing here you haven't been seen in two years anywhere" Grenn's voice was loud even over the com.
"I know but no time for an explanation, the crew of the Ebon Hawk needs a favour Lieutenant, we need use of a private hangar we will be there in two hours, and we want no-one to know we're there understand Lieutenant?" Sian pronounced, with as much authority in her voice as Revan thought was humanely possible.
"O...Of Course hangar 3C, but I must ask why?" Grenn replied almost in shock with the manner of which he had just been treated.
"I will explain when we arrive" Sian responded quickly but just as he was about to reply she cut off the com. "That's that out the way" Sian smiled at Revan who was almost in shock by how easily she was able to do that.
"Yeah definitely but you said you will explain to him will you?" Revan asked wondering that if she didn't he would tell the authorities they were returning.
"Course I will deal with customs when we get there while you go and find your Bastila" Sian replied smiling warmly at Revan.
"Thankyou Sian I can't thank you enough, you're making this so much easier for me. Honestly you're a true friend" Revan said his eyes showing he wasn't lying, and his lips were smiling as he said the words.
"Well, I try" Sian grinned back, "Only another hour and a half now Rev."
"I know Sian, I know"