Chapter Two: An Echo of Ruin
Of course plans required preparation, and Master Kae had to retreat to the old Glacial Fortress to communicate with those who might okay it.
So there was going to be a boring in-between, while Revan got together the exact details. As usual.
The Glacial Fortress was an old Jedi Enclave, predating Ossus' destruction. Arca Jeth had built it. Its main purpose had been as a retreat for meditation and a training ground. During the wars of Exar Kun, the facility had been adapted to hold Jedi in need. The facility was built into the side of a gorge between two glaciers. There was hardly enough space to fit the transport between them.
It was a narrow fit, but Master Kae made it with ease. The hanger had a skeleton crew and hardly any ships. Only a few people were around to do the fueling and inspections. So Master Kae instead assigned the Handmaidens to do it. Meanwhile, Revan and Meetra headed through the frosty metal doors at the far end. Beyond were a series of empty rooms, most chilly.
The warmest rooms were all near the main reactor and heating units.
But it was down an elevator toward the lowest reaches of the facility they went instead. This place was so cold; everyone was wearing heavy jackets. It was made of darker stone, and Agricultural Corp Jedi were hurrying this way and that. They were part of a crew that had worked on Dantooine alongside Revan.
But they had not been commanded by him.
"So this is the Glacial Fortress' undercroft, then?" asked Meetra, who hadn't been down here. Brienna was with them as well, as the most emotional of the Handmaidens; she often acted as a bodyguard.
"It reminds me of the Telos Academy," said Revan.
"Not at all," said Brienna. "The Telos Academy is in the frozen north. This place is near the equator."
"Then what is the Frozen North like?" asked Meetra as they reached the bottom.
"Fuel reserves freeze up midflight," said Brienna.
"Oh," said Meetra.
The doors opened, and they walked through to find an Agricultural Corps member. He was about their age, had long, blonde hair and a serene expression. "I bid you welcome here.
"Though I fear you won't find much to match your interest. I am Mical, a Jedi trainee assigned to studying these ruins."
"Under which Master?" asked Brienna.
"Several, I fear," said the Jedi. "Hoth is not a high-priority area, and few Masters wish to spend time here for long. Even with the most in-depth heating systems, it is very cold. And there are no great ruins here or great battles to chronicle. No terrible events or miraculous occurrences have ever happened on Hoth that we know of.
"Thus, it is a somewhat remote and unpleasant post. My fellow students and I have been swapped out several times, as the situation became more dire." He had a very calm voice, melodious and pleasant. Not quite passive, but... enlightened.
"And now Master Kae is in charge?" mused Revan.
"Indeed," said Mical. "She seems to believe us to have a greater understanding of this place than her and largely delegates to us. In this, it may be wise. We have spent a great deal more time here than most Masters."
"And who commands when they are not?" asked Meetra.
"I..." Mical halted. "Myself, I suppose, when possible.
"While I am quite proficient in most matters, I was deemed reckless by Master Vandar. Thus I was passed over for another by most. My next year had fewer masters available. I was in the ranks with several very accomplished students.
"Apparently, many Masters were drawn to Dantooine for you, Bastila, and Malak."
"Sorry to steal your chance," said Meetra.
"Holding a grudge is not the Jedi way," said Mical. "And the matter was out of your control anyway."
"I'd like to see your charts, please," said Revan. "Master Kae wants to know everything you've learned about Hoth over your time here."
"Of course," said Mical. "Follow me."
Mical led them through several rooms and into an area with several filing cabinets in a heated room. Opening the top drawer, Mical drew out a stack of folders and handed them to Revan.
Revan looked through them and reflected they seemed to be of good quality. All of them seemed to be of areas directly near the facility, and some were dated back years. Handing them over to Brienna, he looked to Mical. "...Are these charts you personally have made?"
"No, they are the sum total of those we have gathered," said Mical, wincing.
"According to profiles, you and the others have been here for three years," said Meetra. "Some of these dates are from as far back as far as five, or even ten.
"Handmaiden, how long would it take to get one of these?"
"With full focus? My sisters and I could have gathered such a chart in a week," said Brienna. "A less well-trained but well-motivated group could do so in a month. This is a poor sum."
"Making charts has never been our full focus," said Mical.
"And what has been your full focus?" asked Revan.
"Keeping this facility in good repair, as well as preparing for new arrivals. Usually whoever is tasked with guiding us at the moment," said Mical. "We have been understaffed and have had little time to do beyond the scope of this facility.
"Weather is unpredictable, and going far beyond the facility is a risk. Our masters never instructed us to go that far. Our land commander, Avar Kriss, retasked us to studying the geology of the planet."
"In what was?" asked Meetra.
"At present, we are scanning Hoth for evidence of changing climates," said Mical. "You see, there is evidence that a long time ago, Hoth was a water world. Temperatures, however, dropped dramatically at some point, and it became an ice world.
"The odd thing is that samples taken seem to indicate a sudden shift rather than a gradual thawing. There were plans to go far beneath the ice of this place at one point. As if it was terraformed."
"Terraforming on that scale is not possible with modern technology," noted Revan. "I worked in the Agricultural Corps. Destroying is a lot easier than creating. An entire star fleet would have difficulty wiping a planet clean of life.
"You'd need weeks of constant bombardment."
"No, you wouldn't. Exar Kun did that kind of thing all the time," said Meetra.
"I believe Revan refers to a total extinction event, Meetra," said Mical. "It is quite possible to destroy a civilization. All you need do is create a power vacuum that local factions can't fill. Annihilating all sentients only requires a major disruption to the ecology.
"Put enough ash in the air, and temperatures will drop until every sentient creature is dead.
"However, lower level lifeforms are very different. Because they have much less demanding needs, they can survive extreme destruction. Invariably the Force then arranges for them to recreate the ecosystem in some form. Destroying all sentients on a planet is doable. But destroying life itself is nearly impossible.
"Not without extensive investment beyond which most empires would think worthwhile. Unless, of course, you were to invoke a planetary annihilation." Mical looked to Revan.
"Actually," said Revan. "Much of the moss lifeforms on Paragus persist. There is something of an atmosphere there. While there are a lot of earthquakes and a hole in the crust, it should become stable. Eventually."
"Well, I believe that proves my point quite effectively," said Mical. "I can bring you our data on that. It is in the filing cabinet over there."
Finding a table in the corner, they put many of the charts out over the tables. And here, Mical's information proved quite extensive. Mical seems to have put together a truly immense amount of information during his time. Far more than had been set up beforehand, and Revan made a mental note that Avar Kriss had some talents.
"So what happened here? Why aren't more people studying this?" asked Meetra.
"Exar Kun, of course," said Brienna.
"Regrettably, yes," said Mical. "Wherever you go in this galaxy, whatever signs of failure or decay, Exar Kun seems to be the answer. However, I gather that there may be other answers soon. I am only glad that Aedal was of a less destructive sort, or else Onderon would lie in ashes."
"A more destructive Sith would never have taken Onderon," noted Meetra. "Aedal was dangerous because he didn't waste resources. He might have seemed like he was playing fun and games, but everything he did was tailored to serve a purpose.
"If Malgus or Sion had been sieging Onderon, Kavar and Vaklu would have beaten them handily."
"Perhaps you are right," admitted Mical. "It does seem that the traditional battleground between Light and Dark is shifting. It may be that the Jedi will likewise have to shift. Still, there is something you may be interested in."
And he brought out a sheet with an electronic image. It showed what could only be called a ruin, with savage lines like those of the Ravager. And another place, far away, on Dantooine. "We located this some time ago."
Looking at it, Revan reached out and felt... hatred and fear. Agony.
"It pains to feel it," said Meetra. "I've only felt something like this in one place, and that was distant. This is stronger. Like thousands of hungering maws trying to devour us."
"That was our assessment as well," said Mical. "Whatever creatures lived down below, they must have been heavily in the thrall of the Dark Side. So it was that the Jedi Council ordered a halt to all excavation. However, we had not actually begun any.
"When we sensed the dark taint from the ruins, we halted immediately. We did several different scans, taking turns while under observation. As much as possible was left to machines to limit exposure to the taint."
Revan nodded. "That was well done. Meetra, I'm assigning you as commander of this operation for the moment. Get a sense of all the skills everyone has and prepare to write Master Kae a full report on your findings.
"I also want you to test the survival and combat skills of everyone here. Based on what you find, draw up a list of recommendations. Brienna, help her out with this."
"Recommendations?" asked Mical.
"I'll tell you later," said Meetra. "Right now, just think of all this as an audition. Is there anything else, Revan?"
"See if you can get me some estimates of what kind of ecology this planet had before," said Revan. "I also want an assessment of how defensible this place is and possible threat zones. We may need to establish a more fortified outpost here later.
"Brienna, you and your sisters are probably going to have to stay here a bit longer than expected. I want these Agricultural Corps people trained into a unified force. Even those that will not be promoted much be prepared for the coming conflict. In what comes next, every man and woman must be ready for battle." Then Revan looked to Mical. "Mical, I want you to act as Meetra's second in command.
"Give her all the information she needs and assist her in her efforts.
"I'd do it myself, but I've got a mission on the other side of the planet, and after that, I have to head somewhere else.
"Right, I'll get to work," said Meetra. "You head over to Master Kae."
Revan made his way back up the elevator, now alone. It was a lonely feeling inside that elevator leading ever high. He felt now the pressure of the world around him and realized wearing a mask had become second nature. When he woke up, he hardly remembered donning it, and he now thought of it almost as his face.
He was Revan.
Not a member of the Agricultural Corps drawn to greatness. Rather, he was a vessel for the powers of the universe. Light and darkness fought a war within him, and yet, for now, they were not fighting openly. The duel with Aedal had externalized the conflict.
There he had declared his political opposition in need of purging from the world.
Had he really meant that? And if he had, what now? Was he truly trying to save the galaxy? Or was he just using it as an excuse to seek dominance? Or perhaps it was all just a game, and he was following a preordained story for the sake of entertainment alone.
How then would this game end?
Who was he playing against? And what did winning look like?
The doors opened, and Revan walked out through the halls. As he did, he remembered Aedal casting himself into the fire rather than surrender. There had been nobility within the gesture. To destroy himself rather than betray his principles was heroic. And yet, even as the act had been a moment of triumphed, it had diminished Aedal.
Aedal had been...
Magnificent. Controlled and powerful, yet casual and witty. A master with blade and word and strategy. Revan had thought that he would be his final enemy, after a fashion. And yet now Aedal was dead, and the battle went on. Only now, Aedal was not the main player against him?
Was this a new game?
Or just the next step of a much longer one, where the mask had been torn away. Had Aedal been but a proxy? Was Revan a player then? Or just one more proxy.
Calming his mind, Revan remembered Master Kae's lessons.
'You are the center of your universe.'
Revan came into a map room and found Arren Kae looking over star maps. She had a smile on her face as she looked over military troop movements. And with them were many civilian movements and merchant movements. And some of those three were pretending to be something else. And all the while, the Sith and Mandalorians maneuvered, and all the other factions too.
"Geonosis has apparently achieved 100% vaccination," said Kae. "In all their planets."
"The benefits of communism?" asked Revan. He didn't believe a word of it.
"The benefits of lying," said Arren. "No matter what they claim about the glorious efficiency of tyranny, I don't buy it. Though apparently, some of the news are pretending to believe it. Yusanis informs me they are probably in the pay of the Geonosis Communes agents.
"So, how did it go?"
"Awful," said Revan. "The Agricorps in this place have had no consistent oversight. They've done the absolute bare minimum. Not that I can blame them, since they don't seem to have been given any consistent direction or plan. Their superior officers have been swapped out several times. And apparently, they've gone long stretches without any commander.
"It's a miracle this place hadn't collapsed into nothingness. Everyone could have frozen to death, and we wouldn't know for weeks.
"Their de facto leader, Mical, seems to have done a pretty good job. I'm going to have Meetra stick around and keep control of the place during the operation. But we need a new commanding officer here and fast. How's your inspection?"
"Well, the hanger is a mess, and there are not sufficient parts to repair some of this equipment," said Arren Kae. "The heating unit is well-maintained, thank god, and there's no danger of system failure. But there are several areas here in need of repair. And I don't think you could launch fighters from this place easily.
"You'd have to go up a steep incline every time and risk crashing into the cliff walls."
"We could set up an opening in the hanger," noted Revan. "Tunnel upward."
"Sure, but then we're easily detected," said Arren. "The main military feature of this place is being hard to detect.
"This is never going to work as the main base, Revan. There isn't enough space to hold the necessary equipment; you can't land or take off easily. Plus, a couple of Earth-Piercing projectiles could collapse the whole gorge."
"Not necessarily," noted Revan. "There are fighters which can hover upwards. If you had a group of specially altered ones here, it could be used for a surprise attack. Or a place to shelter important cargo and VIPs.
"We're going to need someone good to take over here, long-term. I need Meetra with me. Can I use the communicator?
"I need to get in contact with Belaya."
"Of course," said Avar.
Revan nodded and opened the communication. As he did, he waited until a channel appeared. Belaya appeared before him, with longer red hair and a lot more confidence. She'd grown up; they all had. "Revan, it's been some time."
"Belaya, good to see you," said Revan.
"Is the mask necessary," said Belaya.
"The ambiguous nature is important," said Revan. "When I wear this mask, I become a cipher of sorts. People project themselves into me, and through them, I am able to command. If I didn't wear this mask, I might be a pretty good leader.
"But I would not be a leader on the scale that the Republic needs.
"Unfortunately, that also means I have to wear the mask. Revan must be all things."
"I see," said Belaya. "Why are you calling now? I would have thought you'd be run off your feet with everything that is happening."
"I am; that's why I'm calling you," said Revan. "You, Dak, and Badon were always very good at what you did. So I need you to get your crew to Hoth."
"Hoth?" asked Belaya. "Are you... what is the meaning of this?"
"We have a facility down here that needs more people in it and is in desperate need of repair," said Revan. "I'd send Badon, but he gets irritable in cold climates. So someone has to be here that is good enough to keep the place running around the clock.
"And a lot of the people who usually operate here will be going to Coruscant soon. The Council has asked me to keep an eye out for Agricorp people in line for promotion."
"I did hear about that," said Belaya. "Several Jedi came here looking for members to recruit. But they mostly pick nobility who Vrook cast down. No one has given a sideways glance to any of us."
"Well," said Revan. "This is an opportunity to prove yourself. I'm planning to retrain everyone in this facility. This means anyone who makes a passing grade could become a full Jedi.
"Talk to your Master.
"Well, I will, but I am not certain they will cooperate with you," said Belaya.
"And why is that?" asked Revan.
"You lost them their seat on the Jedi Council. It's Stellan Gios," said Belaya. "He is a better leader than we expected him to be. But when he arrived, he seemed to be expecting children. And Badon clashed with him repeatedly, ignoring or misinterpreting any orders he gave.
"In addition, some of his favorites from the Jedi Order came with him. Keeve Trennis apparently did as well. Badon wanted to make her absolutely miserable in revenge for what they did to Bastila. But Dak and I talked him out of it.
"In any case, I fear he may be... bitter, to say the least."
"Bitter or not," said Revan. "He'll cooperate with me, or I'll get him reassigned. I was trying to keep the Republic together while he was throwing drunken parties.
"This facility has to be manned by qualified staff, or it will collapse. The Republic needs it to keep control of the space around Hoth. If we do not, the Iridian Plague will spread, and a lot of people will die. To say nothing of the military disasters that could come if one of our enemies could get through here.
"And the Agricultural Corps are the best qualified for the task. I want you to set up shop here, and I'll give other assignments to Dak and Badon. A few years from now, I can get you all promoted to full Jedi with any luck. We'll be able to use the skills of the Agricultural Corps to really save the galaxy.
"Provided we win against the Sith and Mandalorians, of course."
Belaya looked uncomfortable. "I see.
I will make preparations at once. However... there is something you should know, Revan."
"What is it?" asked Revan.
Belaya halted. "Badon is gone.
"He and two of his crew have abandoned the Jedi and gone to seek service under Darth Malgus. Apparently, he tried to get several others to join him, though thankfully, many of them refused.
"He used the truce as an opportunity to defect."
Revan halted and stared. He should have seen it coming. Badon had all the warning signs, a clear hatred of his job. Resentment and bitterness, but Revan...
He'd taken him for granted.
"I see," said Revan. "That's... unfortunate. He was a very good subordinate, and he will be missed. We'll just have to hope he comes to his senses. For now, however, we have a job to do—a great deal of unfinished work.
"We carry on.
"Send me a report on what happened, and I will make an announcement on the site. You should also make an announcement as well; try to make sure nobody else follows him. He was always bitter, and there will be others like him.
"Don't be too hard on yourself, Belaya. He was my subordinate and my responsibility.
"My fault."
"I understand," said Belaya.
Revan cut the channel, forcing himself to composure. Then he looked to Master Kae. "Master Kae... could you handle the meeting with Stellan Gios, I fear... I do not have control of my emotions."
"I wouldn't worry about it," said Kae. "Badon probably only stayed with the Jedi as long as he did because you kept him organized. He had anger issues long before he was put in the Agricultural Corps."
"Thank you," said Revan.
Then he walked out.
Standing outside the room, he thought about Badon. They'd worked together from the beginning in the Agricultural Corps. Badon had been bitter and angry, but he'd channeled it into his work. You could always rely on him to keep things running quickly and do it well.
Now he was gone.
All his skills would be brought over to Malgus or some other Sith Lord. Would he die there? Or become a terrible Sith Lord himself someday? Revan somehow doubted Badon could be brought back. Revan had never been close with him, neither had Dak or Belaya. So far as he knew, he'd had no close friends.
The Jedi Masters had taken one look at his file and dismissed him as a dark sider waiting to happen. Then they'd tossed him into the Agricultural Corps and forgotten about him. Now he was gone, seeking better career opportunities. And when he fought with the Jedi, he'd probably enjoy killing them.
Revan had the urge to do something, but what could he do?
He could try and bring Badon back by force. But he wouldn't know where to start, and others would pay the price. He could talk to him, but his words would mean nothing to Badon. He could hope he would come back to the light, but how could that happen?
Badon had no master, no one who knew his mind and would make a last-ditch effort to save him. He had no friends, only co-workers he had some respect for. And none of them were surprised at what he had done. But what, realistically, could Belaya or Dak or Revan have done? They only talked with him over long-distance lines. Report him to the Jedi Covenant? Send him off to prison when he'd done nothing wrong?
As he might one day be called, Darth Badon was a bitter, unlikable loner filled with hate. His destiny as a Sith was preordained from the moment the Jedi noticed his bad temper. Not one person had tried to stop him; everyone had seen him coming. And no one cared that he was gone. Not enough to tell Revan, anyway.
It made Revan sad.
But, Badon had made his own choice, the choice the Jedi had set him up for. So all Revan could do was wish him the best. And hope he found fulfillment in whatever life he had after this.
Meetra came back and met him there. "Well, Brienna seems to have things going well. She and her sisters are teaching fighting moves. It's raised morale a lot."
Revan said nothing.
"Revan?" asked Meetra.
"One of my chief lieutenants has gone over to Malgus," said Revan.
"Oh," said Meetra. "You don't mean Malak-"
"No, it was Bandon," said Revan. "I wasn't there to stop him.
"I didn't see it coming, even though I should have."
"Bandon always did have a bad attitude," said Meetra.
"That's the bloody point, isn't it?" snapped Revan. "Everyone took it for granted that Bandon was going to go dark. So they never once tried to reach out to him or understand him. They wrote him off and sent him out with the washouts."
"You're not all-powerful, Revan," said Meetra.
"That's not the point!" said Revan. "Nobody cares, Meetra! Nobody cares that Badon is gone! Uliq Qul'droma's fall is considered one of the worst tragedies in history!
"Why?
"Because Uliq was a better fighter. That's it. He was mentored by Arca Jeth and was very good at killing people and looking heroic. Badon never got formal training in fighting, and the Masters all wrote him off at a glance. So nobody cares because there isn't some tragic widow crying.
"Do you really think they're going to get their hands dirty trying to save him? If Nomi ran into him in battle, she'd cut him down in a heartbeat! Then she'd go off to teach lessons about the power of redemption via the story of her Qul'droma.
"Honestly, fuck the Jedi."
"Revan," said Meetra. "Are you alright?"
"No," said Revan. "No, not at all. But there isn't much I can do about Badon now."
"What are you going to do?" asked Meetra.
"Talk to him, I guess," said Revan. "Eventually, I might get a chance. And somebody has to try and get him to come back over to the light. I am probably the closest thing to a master he has.
"In the end, it is my responsibility because I am the only one willing to take responsibility. And I'll be damned if the worst monsters in histories get a second chance, but not their pawns." He sighed. "So, how can I help?"
"You remember those pictures Mical showed us? Seen anything like it before," said Meetra.
"On Dantooine," said Revan.
"Yeah, you remember the old ruins just near the Jedi Enclave," said Meetra. "The Masters always told us never to go there, and the kath hounds were always violent around it.
"You think the Jedi have been deliberately suppressing information about this civilization?"
"I don't know," admitted Revan. "They might just be a bunch of Dark Side ruins they cordoned off and didn't research." He considered it, though. Then he realized something. There was one such ruin within walking distance of the Dantooine Enclave. They had always been warned not to go there.
Malak and Bastila were there right now, and Yuthura too.
"Well, if they're all dark-sided, should we really be planning to raid one?" asked Meetra.
"I never said I was going to raid one," said Revan.
"Come on, Revan, I know you," said Meetra, smiling. "You're thinking of strategies to find your way in right now."
Revan sighed. "Look, Meetra, I won't deny that Exar Kun and a lot of other Dark Jedi went psychotic because they went to these places. But the temptation is there.
"Sooner or later, someone, whether in a day or a thousand years, is going to have a look.
"And if they do go dark-sided, it'll be because there was some advantage they gained from these places." That wouldn't convince a Jedi Master, so he thought of alternative arguments.
"What's your point?" asked Meetra.
"Well, if the Republic knows what the advantage is, we can prepare for it," said Revan. "Maybe even use it ourselves, after cutting out the evil aspects to it."
"Right, or we get turned evil like everyone else," said Meetra.
Revan sighed. "Meetra, these ruins cannot corrupt me."
"What makes you so sure?" asked Meetra in surprise.
"The Dark Side corrupts people by offering them something they want. Or by threatening to tear away what they have," said Revan. "It drives them to commit grievous sins in pursuit of it. Then it destroys their motivation and finally consumes them.
"But I don't want to rule the world or gain ultimate power. I don't want to rule or conquer anyway; I simply want to help people and be appreciated by those around me."
"No, you want to get one over on the Council. You want to prove something they were afraid of was harmless," replied Meetra in amusement.
Revan raised a finger. "Afraid.
"You hear what you just say, Meetra? The Council is afraid. Fear leads to anger; anger leads to hate; hate leads to suffering.
"They are afraid of the unknown. You can't beat fear without facing it.
"And you can't expect me to believe that Zhar would be turned into a monster by a brief stroll in these ruins? And if you're right, what then? If these ruins are truly so twisted and evil that no one can walk within them, why are they still standing?
"We should have called in a Republic battlefleet to annihilate them years ago.
"And if they are truly that evil... don't we have an obligation to record their story?
"We learn as much from the villains of history as we do the heroes.
"The Jedi Order would never have become heroes if Adjuanta Pall had not abandoned them. The war with Exar Kun was horrible at the time, but it led to an immense increase in the standard of living. The Republic became a major power because of how they defeated him."
"So what?" asked Meetra.
"What if the story of this ancient civilization has some great lesson to impart?" asked Revan. "Master Dorak had always reminded us that those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it. This civilization died, Meetra.
"What if we are repeating their mistakes right now?
"We'd never know unless we walk in the darkness for a bit."
"How would this work?" asked Meetra.
Revan sighed. "Next time we're in Dantooine, let's just take a loot. And if we run into any psychopathic Force Ghosts, we turn and make a run for it."
Meetra sighed. "...Alright, fine.
"But only if we read everything the Jedi already have on this civilization first. For all we know, there's a perfectly good, practical reason to keep these places intact but shut."
"Like what?" asked Revan.
Meetra paused. "Well, they are connected to deadman's switches that will blow the planet up if they are destroyed."
"That was a bit quick," noted Revan.
And then several Handmaidens approached and bowed to Revan. Revan had been detecting a certain focus on him lately from them. There was a kind of infatuation to what he sensed from them, though they did not seem to recognize it. Visas had informed him of it, and he had sensed it. But the Handmaidens lacked real awareness of their emotions. They tended to pour them into Brienna. "Master Arren Kae would speak with you, Revan."
Revan went back and found Arren Kae sitting in a chair with her boots propped up on the table. She was balancing a knife by the point in one gloved hand. As they came in, she spun it around, tossed it into the air, and moved, so it landed in the sheathe. "Okay, the meeting is over. Stellan Gios has agreed to send Belaya over here. I've also gotten Avar Kriss assigned to this place like she was before. And I've told her that the only way she's getting off it is with some seriously good results.
"Also, the Republic Fleet has okayed your mission Revan.
"You're good to go."
Revan smiled. "Thank you very much."
Now he just had to do this properly.