Hello! Happy holidays! :D

Hope your life has been going well! Hope you enjoy this chapter!
(P.S. I referenced Septimus Heap: Syren last chapter)

Disclaimer: How many times do I have to say it…? I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING STAR WARS!

Well, it's been three LONG days (I think) in hyperspace. No one besides Brianna, Carth and, Bastila know where we're going.

The past few days for entertainment I've had Mission show me how to play pazaak. (It's not as easy as you think it be) I've also been mentally weighing between asking Bastila if she can tell me more about the day I came here, or if I should just leave well enough alone.

I finally decide to just do it. What harm could it do? The worst she can tell me is no right?

While standing outside the cockpit I take in a deep breath. Here we go…
I take a giant stride into the area expecting to see our unforgettable trio (Brianna, Bastila, Carth). To my surprise (and relief) Brianna isn't there. This will make things easier, I hope.

I stand behind the co-pilot chair for a few seconds and then speak in a very gentle voice.

"Um… Bastila? I was wondering if we could talk?"
I notice Bastila lifts her head up from whatever she is doing, glances over at Carth, who looks back and nods, and turns her chair around to face me.
"What is it you wish to talk about Isabel?"

"I was wondering if we could talk about seven years ago… when me and my brothers came to Dantooine?"

Bastila stiffens at the word 'brothers'. She gives me a weird look. "What are you talking about," she asks nervously, "only you came to Dantooine."

Now that was too obvious! "No, Juhani told me my brothers were there too."

Bastila quickly gets up and begins to leave, "Well then I have to speak to Juhani-"
"NO!" I say grabbing her arm, "Please! You have to talk to me NOW! I wanna know!"

She turns around and faces me. Her tone changes to a more scolding manner, "Why do you want to know about this so badly?"

"Because I just found out that one important day in my life, I can't remember what happened. All I know is I talked to some Jedi and kept them from doubting themselves. And now I found out my brothers came with me and did a horrible thing and I want to know what it was!"

Bastila looks down on me. It was easy to tell she was trying to say 'this conversation is over'. But I can't let it end here!

"What are you hiding from me that happened?" Now I know I'm acting like some little child, but if it will get me some answers, fine.

"Now is not the time to talk about this." She hastily says.
"Then when is the right time? The sooner I know the better!"

"And just what makes you think that!" Bastila stares me down.
"Because I…" I squeeze my eyes shut and blurt out, "I saw my brothers being tortured in a dream and I just... I just want to know if they are in danger or not!" I open my eyes again. Bastila looks shocked.

Her tone changes again to a more, softer state, "I'm sorry Isabel. It's only a dream, you should not over-react to-"
"But this was too vivid to be just a dream! It was too clear, too real! Why can't you just tell me what happened that day?"

"Wait so you had a nightmare, and now you think your brothers are in trouble?" Carth steps in.
"It wasn't a nightmare!" I shout at him, "It had to be a vision… or something."
Bastila taps my shoulder to get my attention back to her.

"Listen Isabel, I can tell you about that day another time. But for now you need to speak with Brianna."
Hold it! What does Brianna have to do with anything at this moment? I bet this is just another way of changing the subject.

"Why?" I simply ask.
"Well you have to be a guide for her, and I believe the best way to do that would be to give her lessons."
"You mean… kind of like a teacher?"
"Exactly."
"Alright fine. But don't forget about telling me what happened 7 years ago. Promise?"
Bastila simply nods and pushes me out of the cockpit.

….

After a couple of minutes of searching for Brianna, I found her. She was in the engine room. (For what reason, I have no idea)

I step up close to her while her back is turned, "Um… Brianna?"

Brianna jumps! She turns around with an angry look on her face. "What!"
Now I'm scared.

"Bastila said I need to teach you or have a session with you or something like that…"
"Why?" she snaps.
"Because I'm… your guidance consular! So can we please just have a lesson for today…?"

Brianna moans loudly. "Fine! I'll be done in a minute!"
"What were you doing in here anyway?"

She glares at me, but then softens a bit. "I was uh… just examining the engine. Ya'know, how it works, the parts it needs to run, and all that."
"Better not let Carth know. If he saw you doing this, he'd probably think you were planning on sabotaging the ship." Brianna lets out a laugh at my comment. I guess that's promising.

After a little while of waiting, Brianna thought it be best if our works were in private because she didn't want people to know she was being taught by a 15 year old. Pride… what can you do?
*So here's a riddle to guess if you can, sing the bells of Notre Dame (sorry, got a little carried away there)…. What is the most private place in the Ebon Hawk?

Give up? ... It's the cargo hold. My first life lesson for Revan/Brianna is to be given… in a cargo hold.
That's not the only issue. I don't even know what to give my lesson on…

"Alright Izzy," Brianna says leaning on some crate, "What's your lesson for today?"

Um… Come on Izzy, think on your feet! Where would you start? Wait a minute… start! That's it!
"How about our lesson be… were you began."
"What?"

"You know… your life. What school did you go to? What were your parents like? What do you remember doing as a child? Things like that…"

Brianna sighs, "Went to the only small school on Deralia. Hardly remember my parents. Mostly remember doing things with engines."
"Engines? What did you do with engines?"

Brianna's face lightened up, I guess it was something she found interesting, "Well from what I do remember of my father, he used to work on engines and other mechanics. And eventually he taught me."
"So… you looked at the engine today because…."
"It's in my blood." She says proudly.

I guess this was part of the identity they gave her. It's unique, kinda gives you something to look past the whole Revan thing.
"That's really cool. So there's more to you than this whole… serious, angry Jedi cover."
Brianna glares at me. "What are you suggesting?"

"Nothing! I'm just saying no one can really tell who you are by this whole outlook everyone first sees. First impressions really can tell someone about your character. However, I think people need to get to know more about the person to know who they really are."

Brianna gives me this puzzled look, "So, your first lesson for me is…"
"First impressions may introduce someone, but that's just the first layer. Don't be surprised when you find something different about someone, even about yourself." *cough* You're Revan *cough*
"Oh yeah? What about you? What's something surprising about you?"

Um… "I can't use a gun." I say uneasily.
Brianna laughs, "I don't believe that."

"Well you better start. 'Cause I really can't." She looks startled.
"We're going to have to fix that sometime." Brianna starts to leave.
"Wait? Why do you want to help me?"

"Well I don't know. You seem to be alright for a kid. And you seem to know a lot. We'll go with you being unique, I guess."
"Oh, well thank you."
"But you don't tell ANYONE what we talk about with these lessons, GOT IT!"
"Got it…" I gulp.
"Good!" Brianna exits.

I sit alone in the cold cargo hold. I guess these lessons will almost always be like this…
And I still wonder about my own past. What really happened? It just might play a role in this whole mess, you think? Things are just going to get harder as they go…

There! Another one done!
*In this one I quoted
The Hunchback of Notre Dame.

So how was this one? Any input would be nice. And review! It lets me know how I'm doing!