Chapter 10: Setting Out

Location: Maz Kanata's Castle

Two days later...

Standing before a full-length mirror, Revan scrutinized the reflection upon its surface. Emmie had delivered a case to his room, containing a set of robes similar to the armour he had worn during his reign as a Sith Lord. He couldn't fathom why Maz would select such an outfit, but had to remind himself that he had worn them during the latter stages of the Mandalorian Wars. Shrugging, he collected the Mandalorian mask that made him both an icon and symbol. Just looking at it cause a flood of memories, particularly the one when he had discovered it on Cathar.

"I don't know your name—but I take up your cause. I will not remove your mask until there is justice—until the Mandalorians have been defeated once and for all. So swears…Revan!"

They had been granted a vision of Cassus Fett committing genocide against the Cathar, yet one Mandalorian woman had tried to dissuade them. She had perished along with the Cathar, but it had served as the catalyst to swell the ranks of the Revanchists. It was on that day that he had cast aside his old identity, choosing to become known only as Revan. His comlink abruptly let out a beep, prompting the former Dark Lord to quickly answer it.

"Yes?"

"Teethree and I have arrived at Andui," Meetra reported, "Rowan's going to give us a tour of the Ebon Hawk and show us what's been replaced."

"Alright, I should be along shortly."

Cutting the connection, Revan headed for the door, stepping into the hallway when it slid open. He could hear music playing from the cantina, though it wasn't to the near deafening level. He found Maz seated at one of the larger tables within the room, surrounded by all sorts of unsavory individuals. Spotting the war hero as he approached, the alien woman was quick to dismiss her companions.

"Let us conclude this conversation later," she suggested.

As the group disperse, Maz immediately focused her complete attention on the former Sith Lord.

"You are leaving then?" she asked.

"Yes. It's time that we depart," he admitted, "I've got a lead on where I can restore my connection to the Force."

"That's good to hear."

"Have you heard of a world called Odessen?"

"No, though I suspect you may need to consult the Jedi Archives to find the information you seek."

"Not feeling too eager on doing that," he commented.

He knew that he might not have a choice, as it all hinged on whether or not the navicomputer had an updated galaxy map. It was possible that information on such a world might've been redacted by the Jedi Council, making infiltrating the Jedi Temple the only option.

"I suppose these robes were meant to leave a lasting impression?"

"Perhaps," she replied smugly.

Releasing an irritated sigh, Revan looked away, having wanted to maintain a low profile.

"You cannot keep yourself hidden forever."

"You may have a point," he reluctantly admitted.

"I've heard whisperings of a cult that has emerged recently," Maz warned, "They seek to emulate your ways."

"Oh wonderful, I always wanted a cult of devoted followers."

Through his words were sarcastic, they were barely capable of concealing the revulsion he felt. He was no prophet, nor did he have any inclination for becoming one for a group of fanatics.

"Be careful out there, and my the Force be with you."

"And you as well," Revan said, "Thank you for coming to our aid."

Location: Andui

Two hours later...

Meetra was amazed at how quickly the Freemakers had gotten the Ebon Hawk shipshape. Currently she and Teethree were following Rowan through the interior, finishing the tour he had been giving them.

"I'm impressed," she said, "I thought you'd be working on her for weeks."

"We operated our own repair business during the Galactic Civil War, so we know our way around a ship," Rowan stated.

"What about you brother and sister? I noticed they weren't here."

"They had to return to the Wheel. We've taken a contract with the Jedi Order to help refurbish some vessels for them."

"I see."

"Anyways...we've went ahead and replaced the navicomputer and updated it as best we could."

"What about the controls?" Meetra asked, Have they changed drastically?"

Her concerns were understandable, if they couldn't figure out how to fly the Ebon Hawk then they wouldn't be getting off Takodana.

"We didn't replace the instrument panel," he replied, "Switched out some of the sensors and gauges where necessary, but you'll have no trouble in flying."

"That's a relief."

"Well, that's basically it for the grand tour."

"Thanks for all the help."

"It was no problem."

Teethree twiddled out an advisory that he had detected someone else boarding the Dynamic-class freighter. A short while later Revan stepped into the corridor that connected the cockpit with the ship's main hold.

"We ready to go?" he asked, adjusting the Madalorian mask tucked under his left arm.

"Just finished the tour," Meetra stated, slipping into the pilot's seat.

"Good luck out there," Rowan said.

"I appreciate the repairs," Revan thanked, offering his hand.

"It was no problem at all."

The two men shook hands, with the younger Freemaker taking his leave immediately after. Watching as he disembarked the vessel, Meetra turned in her seat, glancing at her former commander.

"Where to?"

"Odessen."

"Never heard of it," she said.

"Nor did Maz," he admitted, consulting the navicomputer.

It quickly became apparent that he had been correct in his assumption, Odessen was not listed in the navicomputer's database.

"It's not here."

"What's so important about this planet anyways?"

"Lucien said we needed to find it. That I would find balance there."

"Lucien...Lucien Draay? I'm surprised that he paying you a visit," she admitted, "He was the most vocal in his opposition for Jedi intervention during the war."

"So was Dorjander Kace, but then he was a traitor."

A member of the Jedi Council, Dorjander Kace had been a prisoner of the Mandalorians during the Great Sith War. Willingly adopting their warrior lifestyle, he had taken a Mandalorian lover and sired a child. Both had perished in a Republic bombing, furthering his disillusionment with the Republic. Pressure from the Republic had forced off the Jedi Council, prompting the Jedi Master to join the Revanchists. It wasn't to fight against the Mandalorians, but to clandestinely provide them with Force-wielding Mandalorian Knights.

"What now?" Meetra asked.

"Set a course for Coruscant."