The apartment was the best thing Atton had ever seen. It was larger then any room on the Ebon Hawk, and was bigger then all of those places he had hidden in during the wars to survive. He felt a sense of calm, even though he and his friends were not allowed to leave.
"So what shall we do now?" Atton asked the two Jedi who were examining the room throughly.
"Well, I don't know." Rann stated. "We're probably going to be here for a good while. I'm sure the Telosians aren't the brightest bulbs in the galaxy. I mean they did let that bounty hunter in."
"Telos is a war scarred planet. The currents of the Force here are different and unhealthy. I feel much pain from it. The future of this planet is undecided." Kreia replied.
"Well, that was really helpful, you old witch!" Atton bit his lip so he didn't continue.
"Look, both of you! It's been a long day, why don't we all go to bed. Perhaps by morning something will come up that we can handle." Rann was the negotiator, and he would try his hardest to keep his group from killing each other.
"Yeah sleep sounds like a good idea. And a hot shower too. I think I'm gonna go get one and then hit the sack. Night guys!" Atton waved and yawned as he headed into the bathroom and shut the door.
"What about you, Kreia. What are you going to do?" Rann asked as he undid his bed and started to lay down.
"I am going to meditate, and try and find something in the Force that will help us on our quest."
"What quest would that be?" Rann asked but never got the answer. When he hit the pillow he fell into a deep sleep.
The dream started out the same at it always did. Rann was standing in his room at the Temple, sitting and reading a book on different force techniques. When he came into the room.
"I see you've been catching up on some reading since last we met." Revan said menacingly behind his black cloak and mask. "Tell me Rann, how goes it?"
"Fine, Revan. And yourself? How's Malak?" Rann had said nonchalantly. He didn't give a damn about Revan and wasn't going to start now.
"Just trying to save the galaxy is all. Have you heard about the Mandalorians?" Revan inquired. "About how they conquered a planet in the Rishi maze."
"Yeah, I heard about it. I also hear that our 'superiors' are afraid to act and do something about it." Rann snorted.
"Yes, the Jedi are such a pathetic bunch. That's why Kavar and Atris are on the Council, they are weak and pathetic. Not like us, we are strong and powerful, and we have the ability right now to save the galaxy."
"What are you proposing?" Rann asked intrigued by the possibility of power. "And how does it benefit me?"
"I was hoping you would ask that." Revan laughed. "I'm proposing that we create an army, and with it we take the battle to the Mandalorians. Then, when we defeat them, we will be worshiped throughout the galaxy as their saviors and conquerors." Revan's hand clenched into a fist. "I don't expect an answer now, for I still need time to recruit other Jedi."
Rann woke up in a cold sweat. Why was it always the same dream? The dream of the day he had begun his journey to darkness. Why did it still bug him? It was years ago, a different time. Obviously he had not put it behind him yet.
Kreia and Atton stood above him, looking down at him. "You have a phone call." Atton pointed to the phone. "Are you alright?"
"Fine." Rann said as he ran to pick up the phone. "Hello?" He answered.
"Yes, am I speaking to the Jedi who has landed here on Telos?" A weird alien accent spoke.
"Yes it is." Rann stated.
"Thank the Force! It is as Chodo said. You have come to save us. My name Moxa, I am an Ithorian, sent by the leader of the restoration process, Chodo Habat, to ask for your aid in a very dire situation. Do you think you could help us?"
Rann sat back and said. "Let's hear the problem."
"Of course, how silly of me to not state it at first. It goes like this, we Ithorians are in charge of the Restoration project on Telos. As you are probably well aware, the progress is slow. We are trying hard to solve this problem, but it seems that another company have plans of their own to destroy the restoration process to make a profit. We need your help in dealing with the situation. The Czerka are a rare and dangerous beast."
"You mean Czerka Corporation. The group known for dealing in the black market and gaining funds through illegal means?" Rann asked.
"Yes, that one." Moxa stated.
"Czerka Corporation, huh?" Rann thought for a moment. "As soon as I'm off house arrest and get my stuff back, I'm all yours."