AN: I should have put this with the interlude in the last chapter - but this chapter spacing is purposeful.

Chapter 9

Revan's Point of View

I had not suffered through all that I had suffered in my captivity with the Jedi to have her die on me – I did not want to lose when I was so close to winning. I did have a vested interest in keeping her alive, luckily for her she possessed a power that only the Grand Master of the Jedi Order herself had the ability to use and one that I desired to have at my disposal very deeply. There was also the matter of the bond between us – our lives, our power and our sanity was bound to each other as long as I deemed it necessary. The bond, while it carried a lot of risk, also carried a touch of serendipity for our current situation. While she was under the compulsion, I could order her body to begin healing itself and will her mind into a healing trance. The only catch was that I had to supplement the energy that that rate of healing required with my own energy, I would have to keep a constant watch over and periodically feed her energy through the Force itself, or she'd be in big trouble.

She was extraordinarily blessed to be in this situation with me, I possessed skills and abilities that most Jedi did not have and I had abilities that would probably save our lives.

Probably.

Holding my hand over her forehead, I shut my eyes and willed her body to begin the process of healing any damage that it might have sustained during our escape from that ship. I'd already cleaned the cut that she had received and placed the only bacta-patch in board over it – but this was for the internal damage. I sensed no life threatening injuries and though that was the best thing that could come out of this entire situation, I wasn't going to completely deem her free. To make a long story short, I was exhausted, I had run the gauntlet for the past twelve hours and I was far too tired to be completely sure in my healing abilities. There was nothing that I could do to assure myself though – so I had to rely on my powers and trust in them or simply hope, which was foolish entirely – hope was overrated. If my powers were to be trusted, then getting her conscious was not as urgent as it would have been if she had sustained a life threatening injury in our little crash.

Reaching down with my free hand to grasp one hers, I intertwined our fingers and willed more energy to her, trying to get her to fall quickly into the healing trance.

When I felt her mind slip into the serenity and the calm of the healing trance, I smiled – she was so cooperative when she was unconscious.

"Very good my dear," I kissed her hand and smiled down at her. "Yes – very good."

She had so much potential and her future was so great and though I would never tell her this, she was far too important to me personally to die. Smiling fondly, I reached down to brush a stray lock of hair behind her hair and sighed – I'd mourn her death if she died here. It was so very rare to find someone with that much raw power waiting below the surface and far too rare to find someone with that power, who had all the right and most amusing qualities. The tempestuous little Jedi had grown on me in our time together and she did deserve so much to die if she were to die, not on a damaged shuttle in open space after hitting her head on a control panel. When I looked her future, I saw great things, great battles and leadership on her part and I wanted that dream, I wanted that to come true more than anything. She and she alone had everything that I would want in an eventual successor to my mantel and my empire – and it would be a damned shame for that it end.

Setting her hand back down on her chest, I leaned back against the control panel, careful to keep the pressure off of my ankle and finally took a moment to catch my breath and think of my next move.

I had to get the ship moving again and I had to find out where I was, there couldn't possibly be more than three days' worth of oxygen in the reserves and I had to find a planet that was within that time frame. I couldn't possibly get to a planet that was allied to me, there wasn't enough oxygen onboard and we would be limping along anyway. If the planet that I encountered was allied to the Republic, then I would go there and call for reinforcements and assistance. The most favorable option for me was to get to a planet that was neutral, where violence and credits ruled – I had no credits, but I had my lightsabers and my powers and that would be enough for a holocom message that was recorded and sent to the very right people.

The worst thing that could happen at this point was finding a planet that was uninhabited – with no civilization and no technology, or a primitive one that hadn't caught up to the rest of the Galaxy.

I obviously couldn't afford to be picky in my situation, but if that was the case then I would make due and I would call for my servants through the Force and wait for them to come. The downside to that was that the Jedi would probably be able to hear the call too, I could only hope that they weren't paying attention, like usual, but with my escape and Bastila's abduction, they were albums assuredly listening. That was a risk that I would have to take probably. I had one functioning part of an engine, with no hyperdrive, three days' worth of oxygen, no food and an injured hostage. I needed to get to a planet and if it was uninhabited, or backwards, I would have to risk the Jedi coming – let them come, I would destroy them all for this.

Forn Dodonna's Point of View

"So they've escaped," I wanted final clarification before I went to the Supreme Chancellor. "How did he manage to escape when we locked that ship down?!"

I trusted the Jedi, I did – and their wisdom usually had a value that was insurmountable in most combat situations, but they had been proven wrong so far in terms of the length and the depth of Revan's powers. The monster had managed to choke me through the holocom, I did not quite believe that it would be possible for that to happen, but when I felt my throat tighten and my heart rate quicken, it was just as if he had actually put his hands around my throat. They said that he was not that powerful! I had trusted their words and it nearly got me killed. I trusted their judgment even more and I now over three fourths of the crew of one of my best capital ship was dead and the ship itself was heavily damaged. One of the greatest Jedi of the entire order was dead and our secret weapon was missing, presumed to be in Revan's hold. This situation could not be any worse, the captivity of Revan had seemed like a good idea, but I should have had him executed while I had the chance.

"Our sentry ships are reporting that the hanger bay has been breached, they found the fragmented portions of the blast door drifting not far from the ship," The young lieutenant answered hesitantly and I felt my lips curl in distaste. This was part of the reason that I didn't even bother to learn names anymore. If they didn't have a backbone, then they weren't worth my time. "They've accounted for all of the shuttles and fighters in the hanger bay, except one, and they can't seem to locate it."

Then that was where they were – now it was a matter of simply finding them, "What type of shuttle were they on?"

"Class V," The young man answered. "That's the shuttle that's missing."

I felt a certain amount of vindictive glee at his words – those weren't meant for long range travel, meaning that they couldn't have gotten far, provided that they weren't dead. If I dispatched a fleet to begin coming all of the space that they could have covered since their escape, then we could find them – with no hyperdrive it would be easy. I would make that bastard pay, I would rend him so the entire galaxy could see and I would make him answer for every death that he had caused.

"Get Vice-Admiral Lacuan with the 9th Fleet," I ordered, turning on my heels and marching in the opposite direction.

If Lacuan's fleet wasn't sufficient, I would send more.

I would find him.

Kenual's Point of View

The Nerf were restless.

There was an ominous omen in the air that was doing it, I was sure of that. I'd already been forced to go into the forest and get them back where I could see them. The Theurgists advisors to my father had been warning him of a coming doom for weeks now - a dark shadow that would come upon the tribe in the coming weeks and spell disaster for our family's rule. The thought itself seemed impossible, our family had been ruling the tribe for one hundred uninterrupted lunar cycles and the thought of it breaking that pattern was completely absurd, at first anyway. For weeks, the seers had been haunted by visions and nightmares of a darkly shrouded man, carrying spears of blood and what chilled their bones the most was what the man did in their collective visions. The theurgists were unsure of the catalyst, but the visions of the man slaughtering my father's finest warriors and holding the entire village hostage were enough to put all of us on edge, including the our animals.

Even now, the Theurgists were preparing to do battle with the dark man - they surmised that he too was in touch with the power of the gods - they had surmised that he was an avid practitioner of those arts. If he did come, then they were our only defense against him as the only users of the art in the entire tribe. A select few had even theorized that the dark man was a harbinger of the will of the divine - a punishment for our youth rapidly moving away from the practices of the older ages. Those fools were summarily banished into the forest and forced to go to another village to survive. My father was a very caring leader and though it might be a touch foolish, he did not want to believe that this coming threat was punishment for the actions of our young ones because, by extension, it would be punishment for his actions and for the liberal ways that he had taken in governing, not at all. I wanted to believe that too - considering that I was a member of that age group.

Gripping my spear tighter as I stood up from the watch rock - I whistled to summon the beasts.

We would deal with that when the time came and if in fact the dark man was an omen from the gods, then we would deal with him.

Revan's Point of View

This planet had no official designation from the Republic Senate or my government.

When I had managed to get the navicomputer up and running, I discovered that I was familiar with this area for three reasons – there were three habitable planets in this system and they were marked as planets that we could use as jumping off points in our final invasion of the core of the Republic. However, there was something in Republic records that I was surprised that were not in my own governments records. Apparently, a Republic Census unit had determined that on one of these three planets, a planet with the designation of MR-ISB83, there was a small population of humans living north of the equatorial line on the western most continent. Surveillance suggested that these primitive humans had only recently moved into using agriculture and had only started living in villages. This planet was deemed to be protected and left alone until they were advanced enough in the culture, but not for my purposes, it suited my purposes exactly and the coordinates were there.

As the jewel of a planet came into view, I smiled.

A bunch of pathetic natives – I would be ruling this planet it days.