18 BBY, Orange District, Coruscant...
Revan walks out of his ship, into the still bustling cities of the Utopian like planet, and stretches.
"Seems like we're back Kaysix." The droid whistles while Revan puts on a ratty hood. "Make sure that the ship is hidden. And I mean Hidden. I don't wanna find out that part of the engine was blown up again." Kaysix whistles and takes off. Narrowly avoiding detection from an Imperial Light-Cruiser.
Revan walks through the gloomy level of 1214. Before noticing another hooded figure. The size of an adult Besalisk.
Tilting his head, he follows. Seeing the Besalisk walking into an abandoned warehouse, he decides to find an alternative route inside.
*CRASH!*
By barging into the empty building connected to it.
He dashes up the stairs and ignites his Crimson blade. Stabbing it into the wall, Revan cuts a hole to find himself in the rafters of the warehouse. With a bunch of people pointing blasters at him.
"Who are you?" The moustached Besalisk demands as Revan takes off his hood. "Let's just say; the new Sith Empire is terrified of me." He clips his saber to his belt.
"You're Darth Revan."
"Call me Revan. Darth is just a title that Sith use to show that they're lords and not assassins."
Revan continues to talk the armed men down as calmly as possible, luckily, the Besalisk lowers all his blasters. Making all the others lower them too. "Obi-Wan told me about you, a few days before the Empire rose."
"You're Dexter Jettster, aren't you... You all believe that the Jedi were innocent, and now you're all being hunted for helping them."
"Yeah, and the Empire's been hunting for you all over the galaxy. Allowing small rebellions to form." Jettster informs.
Revan chuckles "I bet." He scratches his head. "May I come in? Without being blasted to pieces?" Dexter nods and motions for Revan to follow.
The two walk down the catwalk stairs, to a table. "Anyone who's a friend of Obi-Wan's, is a friend of mine. What do you need?" The two sit down and Jettster serves him some Jawa-Juice.
"To start a rebellion..." He lifts his mask above his mouth and takes a sip.
"And save who I can."
18 BBY, , California Mountains, Earth...
*CHOOM! CHOOM! CHOOM!...*
A longer haired Bo-Katan is currently shooting at a training dummy with her WESTAR-35 blasters. Luke looking on with wonder at the red bolts of death, flying into the crudely made dummy.
Suddenly, a rustling in the trees to her right gets her attention. She quickly points her blasters to the brush, as a small, injured, dog waddles out.
"What the kriff is that?" She turns to the toddler, to find that he isn't in his little seat anymore. "Luke?!" She turns back to the dog-like creature to find him stumbling to the growling animal.
She sprints over and Luke begins to sit in front of the now calm animal.
Pointing a blaster at the animal as she scoops up Luke, she backs away slowly as the dog begins to sit down. Luke's tiny hand outstretched, seeming to have a warm presence in the temperate air.
Bo-Katan looks between the two, almost comically. She places Luke back down, blaster still trained on the animal.
'I guess that this is some of the Jetii nonsense that Danny was talking about.' She thinks to herself as the dog begins to walk to the infant, and suddenly begins to lick his face.
Luke giggles happily as Bo-Katan holsters her blaster. A smile on her face, with the shake of the head, she picks Luke up and walks into the force built house.
The unnamed dog follows with a wag of the tail.
'These days are getting more bizarre than the last.'
18 BBY, Orange District, Coruscant...
"What the fuck is a chain code?!"
Revan is in a crowd of people with Dexter. Currently looking at a propaganda centre. "It's something that everyone has nowadays, and you need to get one if you're gonna blend in with the rest of us." A group of clones walk by as Jettster whispers to the human.
"So, you want me to get some chain codes to blend in?" Dexter nods. "And I'm guessing that you want me to get something else." Revan deadpans as Dexter nods again and gives him a piece of paper.
"I need you to erase the existence of these people." Revan nods as the two separate. Revan walks into a dark alley, removing his hood and mask.
He steps out of the dingy place, to the centre.
"Identification." A stormtrooper stops him as he raises his hands. "I'm trying to get some identification." Revan tells the truth as the trooper pulls out a datapad. "Origin of location?"
"Tatooine, Mos Eisley."
"Last name?"
"Parker."
"First name?"
"Richard."
"Age?"
"Twenty-One."
The trooper waves him along as he radios the men ahead for the inspection. "Richard" walks into an X-Ray and a low beeping is heard as the machine activates. The whirring and beeping stops as another trooper motions for him to walk again.
Revan makes his way to a station with an ID dispenser.
"That will be seventy-five imperial credits." Revan hisses. "Ooh, I only have Republic Dataries... Any way that I can interchange them?" The trooper points to a station labeled, currency, in Aurebesh.
"Thanks." Revan walks over and plugs a device into it as he switches out his old credits for new ones. Revan walks back over and enters the required credits into the machine. It flashes quickly, dispensing an ID with Revan's face on it.
"Have a good one."
"You too Mr. Parker." Revan mock salutes while heading out the centre. He walks into the alley, and before he puts on his mask and cloak on. A human woman steps in front of him, halting what he's doing.
"Hey hot stuff..." She slurs drunkenly while dragging a finger up his jacked chest. "Let's say, that... You and me, get outta here?"
"No thanks."
Revan waves a hand in front of her face. "You want to go home."
"Yeah I wanna go home! With you..." The tan woman hiccups and laughs as Revan raises an eyebrow before gently putting her hand down from the wrist. "I have to decline. I have somewhere to be." The woman shrugs and begins to walk off.
Revan continues to get back to what he was doing.
Around the corner, the woman activates a hidden commlink. "Target seems to be handsomer than the models on the holo-net." The voice on the other end crackles through the static. :"Fo-u- M-or Nama-a, -epo-t onc- lo-at-d.":
"Copy that. Namada out."
she pulls a cloak off a rack and tosses a few credits to the stall owner.
The Ithorian shop owner bows in thanks as Namada pulls the cloak on.
"Keep the change."
Oniye activates a Holo-Map with a yellow moving dot on it. Smirking, she begins to follow where the dot is going.
Nice to meet you...'
"Revan..."
18 BBY, California Mountains, Earth...
*Crackle!*
:"B-Kat-n?":
Bo-Katan lunges for her commlink and presses a button on it. "Daniel?" She questions. "Are you there?!"
:"L-t me fix thi- -e-l q-ck.": Revan begins to test his voice on the comm. :"O-, Tw-, Th-ee, Four, Five. Is that better?":
"It is, how are you?" Revan hums on the other line. :"Comme-çe Comme-ça. And you?":
"Good, good... There's this dog-like creature in the house now. It has white and gray fur." Revan's jaw drops on the other line. :"A Husky?":
"Is that what they're called?" Bo-Katan asks. :"No, they're just called dogs. The breed is a Husky... How did you find it?! Nevermind, domesticate it?!": Revan happily laughs, making her smile. "Luke found it." She answers truthfully. "It looked like it was going to maul him at first. But I think he did a Jetii thing with it. The dog is extremely protective of him and me now... Is that normal?"
:"No... I only learned how to tame beasts when I was a Padawan initiate. It was vital for the wilds of Dantooine. With all the Kath hounds and Mynocks around. Not to mention the Rakatan ruins nearby.": Revan activates the Holo transmission, allowing her to see him in all his blurry blue glory. :"He's beginning to discover the force... I'll be back, anywhere between a few days to a month.":
Bo-Katan smiles and reaches for his transparent hand. "I'll see you then."
:"Yeah... See you.": Revan dissipates as Kryze sighs.
"What am I gonna do with the kid?"
18 BBY, Erased Base, Orange District, Coruscant...
Revan stares at the holo-transmitter on the ground of the dark and secluded room. He picks up the object while placing his mask back on.
Just then, he turns around to find Dexter walking through the door.
"C'mon." Without another word, Revan follows the resistance leader into the main room.
Jettster explains the process of erasing someone before Revan begins to feel an uncomfortable piece of metal and plastic on his chest. He hands Dexter a detonator and Comm-Link.
"Get out of here."
"What?" The Besalisk questions.
Revan begins to hear a mechanical breathing filled with pain, anguish, and anger. "Get everyone off planet, and use the detonator when I give the order." Dexter takes the two objects. "Where do we go?" Revan looks down.
"Try Zeffo or Alderaan. Both are risky, but manageable." Jettster nods and begins rounding up the Erased and sends them through a sewer port. He looks back to Revan, who nods, prompting him to leave.
*KSHRR!*
A saber ignites, sounding like an exhaust port.
:"Darth Revan...": Revan spins around and gets into an Ataru stance Mixed with the old way of Shien, and ignites his golden hilt with the sound of plasma piercing the air.
"Sith Apprentice..." Revan's distorted voice responds, as an imperial officer walks in as well.
"Lord Vader, our forces have- HRRK!" The officer is lifted off the ground and Vader closes his fist, brutally crushing his neck.
"Vader, huh... More unique than the other Sith names that I've heard." He backflips up onto an elevated part of the warehouse, only a few steps higher than the layer that Vader is standing Making the cyborg grunt in annoyance.
Vader points at him briefly and speaks. :"You have learned much from this time, but it will not be enough.": Revan clenches his teeth at his current source of rage. "You do not know what I've done! You don't have the faintest idea of what I can do."
:"Enlighten me then.":
"As a young Jedi, I went to war. I accepted more Violence and Darkness than any other Sith Lord before me. Making the Emperor call to me from across the Galaxy! But now I see that the circle is closing and the end has begun!"
:"Why keep fighting?":
"I'm doing this to save lives, not for glory! I will mourn for the dead and do what I must, to stop your Empire! Your fall is inevitable, a day, a year, a millennium! It doesn't matter..." Revan gets into a form of Soresu stance as the new Sith Lord steps up. "I hold the patience of stone and the will of the force."
Revan blocks a strike. :"I have noticed that you do not have your secondary saber... Why?": Revan pushes the blade off of his own and goes for a low sweep, which is caught by Vader's own saber.
"None of your business." The two begin to strike at each other faster and faster, eventually becoming a whirlwind of black and glowing red. Suddenly locking sabers once more.
:"You are old and out of your wits.":
"And you are a blind insect, contemplating the void of space..." The two begin to slowly make their way into the streets. Blades in a flurry of speed, barely visible to the naked eye.
"Now Dexter!" The warehouse explodes, likely killing the troopers inspecting the building.
The holo-net seems to be going crazy at the moment, from the lowest addict, to the Emperor himself, spectating the ferocity of the two's attacks, the tenacity of their defenses... And the subtleties of their movements. Seeming as though the greatest warriors of two eras are evenly matched, but one can forget.
Revan is using the diluted form of combat...
The Jedi of the clone war's style of combat. A form of combat that had only been used against the most recent of Sith, after a lull for a millennium.
Dark Jedi can be difficult, but Sith are an entirely different breed.
The two break off, and Revan switches to an old stance that he came up with.
A Shien, Ataru, Makashi, and Vaapad stance. Vader seems to be caught off guard at this. Finding it familiar, yet so foreign at the same time.
Revan faints a high strike and sweeps Vader's mechanical leg, damaging it before the Sith Lord repels the strike, not expecting a Makashi salute to damage his torso.
Vader yells in anger and pain as the two lock sabers once again. "What happened to Anakin Skywalker?!"
He pushes his saber harshly, making the cyborg skid back.
"Anakin Skywalker is dead. I destroyed him." Revan shakes his head. "No... No, that's not true!"
:"Search yourself. You know this to be the truth!":
Revan screams in anger. Causing the buildings around him to crack and collapse.
He wildly strikes at Vader, eventually bringing him down to his knees. Revan looks behind Vader to see a horde of TK Troopers. Taking one final look at Vader, he turns around.
"I Sense conflict in you..."
Revan sprints to the nearest landing pad and calls for Kaysix.
The ship speeds down. Revan climbs in and speeds off, a swarm of nearly decommissioned V-Wings following behind.
Kaysix squeals loudly. "Yeah! I know!" He presses a button, opening the hatch. He stadies himself on the speeding ship and puts his hands forward, facing toward the fighters and unleashes a massive torrent of lightning, more than anyone had ever seen before.
The lightning begins to arc wildly to each of the ships, blowing each of the crafts up spectacularly.
He sits back down in his seat and pulls his cloak off, to find a small tracker on his shirt. He pulls it off and crushes it. Tossing it out as the hatch closes.
Flipping a few switches, the modified fighter launches into hyperspace without the use of an attachment.
18 BBY, California Mountains, Earth...
Revan lands with Kaysix, Near the house. The two get out of the ship and begin to walk to the house. Kaysix beeps happily while Revan breathes in the fresh air.
"Me too buddy, me too." The two walk into the quiet house, and Revan places his things on the couch.
"See you in the morning." He flips up the stairs quietly, and walks to his room. To find a sleeping Bo-Katan.
'Guess I'm sleeping on the couch.' He turns around and the floor creaks, causing Bo-Katan to sit up and point his purple saber at him.
He puts his hands up as she rubs the sleep out of her eyes.
"Revan?" She asks. "Is that you?" Revan turns back around and looks at her.
"Yeah... Yeah, it's me." She shuts off the saber and gets up. Her hair flowing down to her shoulders.
"Why, uh... Why are you in my bed?" Bo-Katan goes wide eyed. "Not that you can't or anything! It's just surprising. Is all."
Bo-Katan shakes her head. "Why are you here so early?" Revan scratches his uncovered forehead and sighs. "The operation was found out, I managed to get everyone out. So the embers of rebellion will still be around..." Revan nods his head to the side.
"So, I did do what I set out to do." Bo-Katan smiles. "That's good." The sleep finally leaves her eyes, finding some of his shirt burned off. "You got into a duel, didn't you?"
He nods. "He didn't nick me though, the explosion I set up did. Burned straight through my cloak." She hugs him tightly and rests her arms around his neck. "At least you didn't get yourself killed."
The corner of Revan's mouth upturn into a crooked smile.
"Always nice to know that someone cares." Bo-Katan grins and pulls Revan's face into hers.
The two break after a few seconds.
"How's the kid?"
"Fine, but odd." Bo-Katan reports.
Revan chuckles. "I bet." The two continue to kiss into the night.
"You are a strange man, Daniel Park."
18 BBY, Emperor's Palace, Coruscant...
:"-nd you are a blind insect, contemplating the void of space...":
Palpatine keeps on rewatching the video, over, and over again.
A battle damaged Vader walks in and kneels down.
:"My Master, Darth Revan... He has techniques that I have never seen from him before.": Palpatine steeples. "He will run out of tricks eventually, but you have done well against him. I will not punish you for failing to kill him. You are dismissed, Lord Vader."
Vader nods and leaves, leaving Sidious to his own devices.
Palpatine looks over to his Sith vase in the corner of his throne room. His anger rising to an unprecedented amount.
*CRACK!*
The vase cracks and shakes, Palpatine unable to control his rage at the ancient Sith Lord.
*CRASH!*
The vase shatters, Palpatine's sabers clicking onto the ground. His office slowly starts to crack.
"I will have you killed, Darth Revan..."
15 BBY, Arashiyama Bamboo Grove, Earth...
"Reach out Luke, feel the life around you, feel the pain that this land once felt..."
Revan and Luke are sitting across from each other, legs crossed. Luke is wearing a baggy white shirt and bleached jeans, while the bearded Revan is wearing a white jacket and some normal pants.
{A/N: Drive (2011) jacket. Without the Scorpion.}
The sound of the Birds and the streams gently blending together into a melody of nature, all around the two.
"But, how do I do that dad?" Revan smiles warmly, and informs the blonde haired four year old on how he did it.
"I learned how to connect myself to the force by closing my eyes and not thinking. Clear your mind and feel, not with your hands or your skin. But with your head..."
Luke takes a deep breath, following his father's instructions, and begins feeling the life of the world around him.
Unbeknownst to Luke, the pebbles in the river, and the rocks surrounding the two, begin to lift into the air. Revan looks on at the raw, untapped potential of his "Son".
Luke loses focus and falls back into the soft grass. Exhausted.
"Good job Luke, I think that's enough for the day though."
Luke looks at him and nods tiredly before passing out.
Revan chuckles lightly while picking him up and moving to his Jedi-Interceptor. Kaysix beeps quietly while Revan and Luke get into the ship.
"We're going to Anchorhead..." He flips a few switches while Luke lightly snores on his lap. "Tatooine." The ship takes off and enters the space, eventually speeding off into hyperspace.
"Tell me when we get there Kaysix." Revan leans his head back and closes his eyes.
15 BBY, Anchorhead, Tatooine...
Revan lands in his interceptor, the Jedi Symbol is covered by Revan's Revanchist crest.
"Time to wake up kid." Luke awakes, still rather sleepy. "Hmwah?" He rubs his eyes. "Where are we?"
"Tatooine. Now, get up." Revan places a wide brimmed hat onto Luke's head, and puts on a pair of sunshades.
Kaysix beeps and whistles while Revan opens the hatch to let the two get out. "Hiya Kaysix!" Luke waves at Kaysix as the two are greeted by a Trandoshan dockmaster.
$"Docking fee is Two point Four Peggats."$ Revan reaches into his pocket and pulls out three. "Mind telling me where the nearest school for kids is?" Luke pouts at the mention of him being a kid.
The Trandoshan nods in affirmation. $"Next to the Pod-Racing Registration."$ Revan thanks him and gives him an extra Peggat. "C'mon Luke." Luke reluctantly follows.
The two make it to the school. "Stop moping. It's not gonna help." Luke pouts harder. Revan sighs and guides him inside.
The two are stopped by a middle aged woman. "Who are you?" She kneels in front of Luke. He looks to Revan who is mouthing the words. "Remember what we talked about."
"I'm Peter." Luke says while the woman turns to Revan. "And I take it that you're the father?"
"Adoptive, but yeah. He's my son."
"How long will he be staying?"
"Till the end of the school day, hopefully meeting some people his age." Revan informs as Luke whines. "But I wanna go with you!"
Revan kneels down and places a hand on his shoulder, lightly shaking him.
"You are strong, and brave. Making me very proud every day. You know I won't be gone for very long, in fact..." Revan takes a leather strapped watch from his wrist, putting it into Luke's hand, and pointing to the small hand.
"When this hand reaches the five, I'll be here."
"But that's forever!" Luke puts the watch around his left wrist.
"It'll be eight hours, and I packed you a meal before we started training. So you won't be starving the entire time." Revan hands his son a bag with a large thermos, cool to the touch, and a sealed cup, also cool to the touch, filled with chilled juice.
"You'll find some pens in there to use for the activities and for notes..." He whispers into his ear while he hugs him. "Remember to not lose control." Revan lets go. "Maybe, when this is all over, I'll take you to a Pod-Race." He then stands up and asks how many Peggats it'll be for the day.
"Two." Revan hands her five. "I'll be back at five o'clock, maybe five o five." Revan waves to Luke, who waves back, a more contempt look on his face.
He walks outside the conditioned building and to a speeder rental. "Whosa you?" The Twi'lek's Huttese accent barrels through.
"Richard Parker…" Revan shakes the woman's hand. "I'm looking to rent something that won't break down for the next eight hours, and out run a Krayt Dragon."
The woman raises her nonexistent eyebrows.
"Just an expression. How much will it be?" Revan reaches into his bag.
"Seven Peggats." Revan hands the woman the money and she guides him to a speeder. He gets on it and waves, before speeding off.
The wastes fly by as he continues speeding to the Eastern Dune sea. Pellets of sand occasionally hit his face. He speeds through the rocky valley, dodging and weaving through the natural obstacles. Eventually making his way through.
The twin suns seem to be blazing even hotter than the last time he was there. Revan swipes the sweat off of his forehead. 'Time to check on the great, great, great, forty other greats, grandchild of the last Krayt Dragon I met.'
Revan gets off his speeder, in front of the even larger cave than what the last dragon had.
"Shit."
The ground begins to rumble violently. A roar reverberates through the surrounding area, and a gigantic creature bursts through the ground.
"What, the, kriff." Revan jumps onto his speeder and barely manages to escape the jaws of the worm-like creature.
"HOLY FUCK!"
15 BBY, Schoolhouse, Anchorhead, Tatooine...
Luke has his head resting on the doorframe, before he is called up to the front of the room, in order to introduce himself.
Stuttering, he manages to get the right words out.
"I'm L-Peter Parker. I hope we can get along." Luke waves awkwardly to the surprisingly full room. "Have a seat." The woman smiles and gestures to the back of the class. Luke nods and walks to the seat, sitting down next to a blonde girl with highlights, her long hair in pigtails underneath her floppy hat with goggles. She reaches her hand out for a shake. "I'm Harleen! Nice to meet you Peter."
{A/N: Obviously Harley Quinn, Just less crazy.}
Luke shakes her hand. "N-Nice to m-meet you too, Harleen." He crookedly smiles as she lightly punches his shoulder. Making him turn a little red.
"I can already tell that you and me, are gonna be good friends."
The teacher quiets the chatting children. "Today's lesson is going to be on the greatest strategist known to the galaxy. Can anybody tell me who we're going to learn about today?"
Many children scratch their heads in confusion. But Luke mutters the answer aloud.
"Revan..."
"What was that Peter?"
"Darth Revan." The teacher smiles. "Correct..." She writes the name on the board behind her.
"Can you tell us why?" Luke stands up. "The easy version is that, he was playing 8D chess while everyone else was playing Carcassonne." The teacher smiles at the analogy.
"What else?"
"He was once a Jedi, but was banished after saving the Old Republic."
"Very good Peter! Your father teaches you, doesn't he?" Luke nods. "Thank you for your contribution Mister Parker. Please have a seat." He sits down as Harleen taps him on the shoulder. "You're pretty smart." She whispers to him, causing Luke to scratch his neck. "Yeah... I don't mean to be a teacher's pet though."
Harleen giggles as the teacher sets up a projection. "Please speak quietly to your peers while the documentary plays." A kid raises their hand. "How long is it?"
"Two hours and five minutes long. We will have a short quiz." Some students groan, making the teacher add something else.
"It's one question." The groaning students fist pump as the teacher presses play.
:"The galaxy would have fallen if Revan had not gone to war. And there is something that the Jedi will never understand. That perhaps that Revan never fell. The difference between a fall and a sacrifice is sometimes difficult, but I feel that Revan understood that more than anyone ever will. Perhaps, he became the dark lord out of necessity to prevent a greater evil...": An old woman monologues as the screen transitions to Revan's duel with Vader. Entrancing the students, especially Luke.
'Wow Dad, how are you doing that?'
::"You are old and out of your wits."::
:"And you are a blind insect, contemplating the void of space.":
Five hours until Luke needs to be picked up, Eastern Dune Sea, Tatooine...
Revan's left hand is sparking with purple lightning and his right is filled with a molten substance, a short distance away is a burning speeder and the Krayt Dragon, nearly burnt to a crisp.
The lines of the nerves being shocked away and the head of it being caved in is a clear sign of it being dead.
Suddenly, a group of Tusken Raiders approach the bloodied Revan. They begin to do hand signs as they cautiously approach the man.
Revan stops channeling the force in his hands and communicates with them.
He asks if they can help him bring the head and pearl back to the town of Anchorhead, in exchange, if there's a separate pearl, the Raiders can have that along with the body.
The Raiders immediately nod their heads and help Revan get into the body, finding two pearls, one the size of a kyber crystal, and the other is the size of Revan's destroyed speeder.
They all drag the Three Hundred and Thirty foot carcass back to the town. Revan opting to walk, instead of riding on a Bantha. The Raiders drop Revan and the head off two miles away from Anchorhead. Revan waving in thanks, as the people leave.
Revan makes his way back, dragging the head with a sled while inspecting the tiny pearl. He smiles while moving his bloody body back to the town.
"You're gonna love this when you turn Thirteen."
Ten minutes until Luke needs to be picked up, Outside of Anchorhead, Tatooine
Luke and Harleen are kicking at the sand, chatting and playing. "So... Where are you from?" Harleen asks. "My dad and I aren't really from anywhere. I know that I was born on Polis Massa though." Luke sits down on some solid ground instead of a dune and looks at Harleen. "Where are you from Harleen?"
She shrugs. "Been on Tatooine my whole life, I'm from a place called Mos Pelgo."
"Was it nice?"
"No, bandits and angry Sand People would raid us around every month. Not to mention the Krayt Dragon." Luke looks at her, bewildered. "What's a Krayt Dragon?" Harleen sits down next to Luke. "Well, a Krayt Dragon is..." She spots something coming through the blistering heat of the binary sunset.
"What is that?" Luke asks.
The figure focuses, revealing the bloodied Revan dragging a Greater Krayt Dragon head back with him. Luke shoots up and sprints to his father figure.
"DAD!" Luke's tiny legs allow him to run through the sand easily, causing his hat to fly off. And he hugs his dad's bloody legs tightly.
"Woah!" Revan lets go of the sled and ruffles Luke's hair after regaining balance. "How's it going, Champ?" Revan asks as he pulls his shades off.
Luke suddenly recoils from the copper smell of Revan. "What happened to you? And what is that thing?!" An out of breath Harleen stops next to Luke. "That's a Krayt Dragon Mister Parker!"
Revan looks at the head.
"Nah, just the head." He jokes, chuckling a little at his bad joke. Turning back around, a large crowd amassed at the gates pointing and talking to each other about the man who took down a Greater Krayt Dragon.
Shaking his head, Revan motions for Luke and the girl to follow him as he picks the sled back up and strains his body again.
"Who's your friend Pete?" Luke's face turns a little red.
"I'm Harleen Glassover." Harleen introduces herself. "Oh? And what did you two do today?"
"We watched a documentary on Darth Revan!" Revan raises his eyebrows. "A documentary? Was it good?" Luke nods his head enthusiastically. "That's good. Now, I'm gonna go sell this thing and change clothes... What time is it?" Luke checks the watch.
"5:15."
"We can still make it to a Pod-Race, if you'd like to." Luke nods. "Yeah!"
Revan looks at Harleen and back to Luke as they get inside the gates.
"Why don't you two keep on playing for a while. I'm sure that Miss Glassover would like to." Harleen nods happily and grabs Luke's hand, pulling him away.
A rich looking man stops in front of Revan and asks if he's selling the head.
"Yeah, around a million credits, because, as you can see, I almost died." The man nods and pulls out a check. "To who am I making this out too?"
"Richard Parker." The man hands the check to him. Happy about all the rare materials he just gained.
Revan turns to see Luke and Harleen messing around with a small loader droid.
He smiles at his kid, finally able to meet someone his own age.
{A/N: Another long chapter, pre-written and edited. If you didn't like it, blame 14 year old me. My newest Fanfic is something you guys should check out though. I wrote the first chapter in september. It's titled; Timeline 616: Dragon Ball!}