Logan's hand protectively slid around his bond-mates waste, he pulled her close towards him. The young jedi could feel his temper rising, even in the low light of the cantina he knew where all eyes were lingering. He knew she would come to no harm, she could take care of herself anyway. But still, his purpose was to protect her. Bastila squeezed her companions arm in an effort to reassure him she was all right. It seemed to do the trick, Logan gave the female jedi a warm simile as he reluctantly removed his hand from its perch on her waist. Bastila held out her hand and he took it unquestioningly, his warm skin sent a tingling comfort coursing through her.

His emerald irises shone in the dimly lit room and they immediately found what they were seeking. The woman didn't share all of Bastila's features, but there were similarities Logan instantly recognised. The regal stance, the pale complexion, the ice blue eyes, the disapproving frown. A small smile quickly spread across his face.

"I seem to have found your mother."

"What? How do you know it's her?"

"Because she has your frown."

"Don't you dare compare me to my mother!" She hissed, he immediately regretted his last statement. He remembered the bittersweet look in her eyes as she talked about her childhood, he remembered the disdainful way she described her relationship with her mother.

"Bas... I'm sorry." She glanced towards him and smiled at his reaction.

"It's all right...lets just get this over with." Logan led Bastila through the crowd, his imposing frame easily clearing a path. As Logan reached Helena he felt Bastila's unease through their bond, he squeezed her hand, letting her know he was there for her.

"Yes young man...do I know you?" A moment later Bastila appeared at Logan's side, recognition flared in Helena's eyes.

"Bastila?"

"You recognise me? I'm surprised." The female jedi mocked, the frost in her voice evident.

"What do you expect? I haven't had so much as a picture of you since you joined the order!"

"You knew the jedi discouraged family contact."

"Was it too much to ask for one picture of my only daughter?"

"Are you really sick? Or was that a ploy to get credits?"

"Is it too much to ask to see my daughter before I die?" Bastila glanced around the cantina before her cold gaze retuned to her mother.

"Where is father? I would like to see him." Logan felt a wave of sorrow roll off Bastila's mother, he knew what was coming long before the words escaped her lips.

"You don't know then?"

"Know what? What have you done to him?" Bastila's temper quickly began to rise as the unfamiliar pang of concern shot through her body.

"So sweet..." Helena glanced towards her daughter's companion, she immediately determined that he was a jedi. His body language suggested he was something more though, it was obvious to anyone with eyes how he felt about Bastila, and Helena had always been observant. Her orb's moved to his face, she could see why her daughter would like him, he was extremely handsome, more so than any man she had ever seen. She caught only a glimpse of his green eyes, but a glimpse was all she needed to understand. His eyes seemed to be set beyond time, behind them lay so much power and wisdom. She knew immediately that he was aware of her husband's death. In that moment she could swear he was using the force to speak to her, to urge her to tell her daughter the truth. She turned back to Bastila and saw the resentment that lay in her eyes, she was sure that any relationship that she could of rekindled with her daughter would remain dead after she told her the news. With a heavy sigh she continued.

"Your father is dead Bastila. He died out on the Dune Sea." Bastila's world came to an abrupt halt, a stinging sensation plagued her eyes and a lump in her throat made it impossible to swallow. Bastila's grip on Logan's hand tightened, he rubbed his thumb across her skin, letting her know he was there.

"How do you know? He could still be out there!"

"A hunter who was with your father told me the news, he witnessed what happened! I can't ask for more proof than that."

"But father was an experienced Hunter! He wouldn't ha..."

"He was hunting for Krayt dragon pearls. He was tracking a lair with a group of native hunters. They stumbled onto an Alpha's lair and only one of them managed to escape. He told me personally that he saw your father killed by the dragon, and that he can only assume that his body is still out there. He also said that an experienced hunter has been commissioned to kill the Dragon." Bastila remained silent, trying to digest what her mother had told her.

"I want you to use those jedi senses of yours, I want you to find your father's holocron and bring it to me."

"Why? So you can pawn it?"

"Is it too much to ask for a wife to see her husband one last time? Just get me the holocron and I won't bother you again!" Logan led Bastila out of the cantina, the Glare of Tatooine's sun's was a huge contrast to the dark lighting of the cantina. Bastila closed her eyes as the light mercilessly hit her face. Logan turned to her, she looked as if she had just been hit by a speeder.

"Are you OK?" He knew it was a ridiculous question, how could she be? It was something he had to ask regardless. Bastila forced a solemn smile, she was genuinely touched by his concern but the only person she had ever loved, the only person who had ever loved her was gone, nothing could take that hurt away.

"I will be fine."

"Bas, I know what your feeling, I know what goes on up here." He tapped his index finger on the side of his temple. "I know it hurts...if you ever need to talk, I am here."

"Thank you, I appreciate your concern."

"What do you want to do...about the holocron I mean?" Bastila hesitated before replying.

"I...I don't know, I doubt we will have time." Logan moved towards her, he brought his hand to her cheek and ran his course thumb along her elegant jawline. She stared into his warm and inviting eyes.

"If it is important to you we will make time." She sighed, taking comfort in the warmth of his hand.

"Father recorded all of his personal thoughts on his holocron, I would like to see him again."

"Then we will look for it." He stated matter of factly. She brought her delicate hand up and placed it on top of his, she pressed his hand deeper into her cheek and smiled at the comfort that provided.

"Thank you...I don't kno..." There moment was interrupted by a tremor in the force, both jedi jumped apart, their senses alert.

"Sith!" Bastila hissed.

"Three of them... over there." The dark jedi had been suppressing their aura's, making it impossible fore a force user to detect them. Now that they had located their targets they felt no need to hide. Logan's charcoal cloak fell to the floor as he prepared himself for battle. Bastila unclipped her double bladed sabre and fingered the activation switch. The leader of the group did nothing to hide his twisted features, his yellow eyes burned inside dark, sunken sockets, his teeth were almost completely corroded. He was truly a vessel of hatred.

"Lord Malak was most displeased when he learned you escaped Taris alive!" The sith spat as he activated his crimson lightsaber. A disgusting smile formed on his face as his companions followed suit. "He has promised a great reward to whoever destroys you!"

"Two can play at that game." Logan muttered to himself as a ferocious grin formed on his face. He stopped hiding his force signature and projected his true aura directly towards the sith. The three dark jedi staggered backwards, completely blinded by the aura he was projecting. Logan held out his hand and his lightsaber flew into it, springing to life with a sizzling snap hiss. The sith held their lightsaber's up defensively, quickly coming to the correct conclusion that they were on the loosing end of this battle.

"YOU TAKE THE WOMAN! WE WILL DEAL WITH THIS ONE!" The leader screamed to the sith on his left, who immediately leapt toward Bastila. Logan's jade depths glowed behind his lightsaber as they fixed on the sith to the right. Without warning he threw himself into the air and brought his blade down hard, the sith brought his weapon up as quickly as he could, stopping Logan from decapitating him, fear quickly gripped the man as he realised his lightsaber had been sliced in two. Without hesitation Logan grabbed the sith's shoulder and pulled him close as he buried his blade deep into his gut. The leader snarled, in a matter of moments one of them had been cut down. Logan twirled his blade expertly as he brought his attention to the leader, the sith threw an aggressive jab at him which was parried easily, Logan quickly countered with a slash to his legs, the sith leapt forward, twisting in mid air and landing behind him, Logan turned quickly, he already knew he wouldn't get his blade up fast enough to block the sith's attack. The dark jedi thrust his blade towards his chest at an inhuman speed, he smiled when he realised the young jedi wasn't fast enough. Logan grunted in discomfort as he felt the heat of the sith's blade next to his skin.

"TIME TO DIE!" The sith declared in triumph, saliva sprayed out of his mouth, evaporating next to the heat of his lightsaber. He pushed his blade forward, wanting to see the jedi scum completely impaled on his blade, but was confused when it wouldn't budge. The sith spared a glance past the red of his weapon and was enraged with what he saw. Logan's green eyes burned defiantly, his right palm was stretched and a blue sheen covered it, the sith's blade was millimetres away from his hand, Logan released a surge of energy at his enemy, sending him staggering backwards. The sith advanced again, fully embracing his hatred of this man, he was determined to strike him down. Logan completely opened himself to the force, entranced by the musical humming of the lightsaber's, he seemed to know where the sith was going to strike every time. Logan was demonstrating an intimate knowledge of many lightsaber forms, he had only been taught a few of them on Dantooine, but they all began to flow naturally, the lightsaber began to feel like an extension of his body and soon the sith was completely outclassed. The sith was resorting to desperate measures and tried to pummel Logan with a high, powerful swing, the two blades locked together and distinct crackling of lightsaber's echoed through Anchorhead.

"I can sense your feelings jedi! You don't believe in their code, not really! You have hatred and anger, you have the markings of a great sith!" Logan shrugged of the sith's attempts to instil doubt and deactivated his lightsaber. He side stepped the sith's clumsy lunge forward and reactivated his blade across his enemy's shoulder. The dark jedi stumbled into a corner and held his blade defensively in front of him. Logan twirled his blade and without thinking he instinctively lifted it to his left shoulder and held it parallel to the floor. The sith gasped, no other being in the galaxy could master that form, no other being in the galaxy handled a blade with such grace, no other being in the galaxy had a force aura as strong as his, he was sure of it now...he was Revan. The sith immediately deactivated his lightsaber and dropped to one knee, he bowed his head deeply.

"My lord!"

"What?"

Bastila had been having some trouble with her opponent, she was quick, nimble and accurate, where as he was powerful and reckless. She soon began to realise his aggressive stance made him more vulnerable to force attacks.

The sith hammered down a heavy barrage of attacks, trying to bludgeon his way through Bastila's defences, the female jedi flicked them away and leapt backwards, allowing herself more space. As the sith began to charge at her she reached out with the force to create a stasis field around him, paralysing him completely. She threw her twin blades at her enemy, slicing him in half. As her lightsaber returned to her hand she immediately looked for Logan, what she found made her blood run cold.

"My lord!"

"What?"

Before the sith could answer, Logan turned to see Bastila storming towards them, her yellow blade active.

"Bas do..." before Logan could fully protest Bastila cleanly decapitated the man, silencing him forever. Logan turned to the female jedi, the anger in his eyes caused the pace of her heart to quicken.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR? HE WAS UNARMED!"

"He was to dangerous to be kept alive!"

"The jedi do not kill their prisoners, no matter what their crimes! Your words Bastila!" He looked into her face and saw the worry and the hurt there, he could see she did it to protect him, but he didn't understand why. Bastila shifted uncomfortably under his penetrating gaze, she could see he was searching for answers, but she couldn't provide him with any, he could never know the truth.

"I am sorry...I did it to protect you...I mean us. The mission cannot be compromised!" His face began to soften as he realised she was right, the mission was to important to be put in jeopardy by collecting sith, he knew she was still hiding something from him, he would question her about it later.

"I am sorry, you are right." As soon as that thought had past, his eyes scanned her body, checking her for wounds.

"I am perfectly fine!"

"I know, but I cant help worrying." She smiled at his concern and watched him as he looted the bodies, he added their lightsaber's to the growing collection on his belt and picked his cloak up from the floor.

"Where did you get that lightsaber?" She queried, realising she had never seen a blade like it before, she had never recalled a weapon that emitted an aura as powerful as that before either. He palmed the weapon and a proud smile quickly adorned his face.

"I built it."

"What...How?"

"On Dantooine I studied some ancient passages available in the library. The texts gave detailed descriptions of various lightsaber constructions, one passage was particularly interesting. It described how someone skilled in lightsaber creation does not need to use a work bench, you can create your weapon using the force, ultimately the weapon will be better for it, it becomes much more in tune with its creator, really making it an extension of your body."

"It is fascinating!" She gasped in awe, admiring the detailed hilt. "You are truly gifted." He beamed in appreciation.

"Thank you." Logan's eyes fixed on a door opposite them before turning back to Bastila.

"Come on Yuka Laka's shop is there, maybe he will know where we can find the Star Map." And with that the jedi entered the building in silence, leaving a growing crowd to pick apart any thing valuable on the bodies of the sith.