Now personally I like this chapter more than I liked the other one. I hope I get another review for this.
Do people read and not review? I don't want to think that just one person read this story. I mean come on.
Please read and review. It's not hard. Writing the damn story is the hard part. The least you could do is review it.
*ahem* And now without further delay here is our next episode of!
Revan & Malak
Revan awoke again for the third time that night, looking out of her hazy eyes she saw that it was well past midnight now. Rolling over and stumbling out of bed she made her way over to the robes she had thrown about the floor. She couldn't sleep, so there was no sense trying to, she thought. She dressed herself back into her robes before leaving her room. The halls were dark and vacant, everyone in the academy must have been asleep, well, almost everybody. The sounds of her footsteps echoed throughout the long and hollow halls and corridors, as she entered the main entrance to the academy. The huge arc above the doors looked dark and foreboding from the high place on top of the double stair cases. She traveled down the curving stairs to her left, then made a left, walking down a long dimly lit hallway. Finding her way to one of the academies meditation rooms, she entered, stopping halfway in the doorway. Already in the room was a young man, his raven black locks of hair hanging down with his head that was drooped in deep meditation. He sat cross-legged, dressed in traditional Jedi robes of a rusted color of brown. Revan stood there watching him, she leaned to one side of the door with her arms crossed as she did. Minutes passed before the meditating man's head rose to meet her, his green eyes opened, gazing into her own.
"Revan." He said, his voice was cool and sounded calm and content.
"I though I'd find you here Jacen." She said with a smirk on her face, before coming over and sitting down next to his side.
"Can't sleep again?" Jacen asked, a slight smile on his face.
"Yeah, what about you?" She asked back.
"I don't sleep much." He said, turning his head away from her and staring into the darkness of a corner in the room.
"I had a pretty weird day, wanna hear about it?"
"Sure." Revan then told Jacen of Bandon's force display in the training room all the way to the furious ranting of master Mandrak. Jacen replied in yeahs and nods, sounding mildly interested. When Revan was finished Jacen said "You say you felt…anger in him? That's odd, I never thought something like that could have come out of him…He doesn't seem like the type…"
"That's what I was thinking, maybe we shouldn't be so hard on him, you know?"
"I'm not the one that's been giving him a hard time, that was you and Malak."
"He said we were the coolest Jedi in the academy…" Revan mumbled, which caused Jacen to let out a little chuckle. Obviously amused by Bandon's comment.
"The next thing you know he'll have started a Revan and Malak fan club." Jacen joked to Revan.
"I hope not, that kind of publicity could interfere with my studies." Revan and Jacen both laughed.
"That's one fan club I'd join." Jacen joked yet again.
"Oh shut up…" Revan told him, but Jacen only smirked. Their eyes staring at each other for a moment of silence.
"Revan…something has been on mind lately…" Jacen's tone suddenly sounded serious.
"What?" Revan asked, curious.
"It's about…" There was a long pause in between his words. "No….never mind it. Please forget I ever mentioned it…." Jacen trailed off, staring back into the darkness again.
"They say Revan, that if you stare into the abyss long enough, it stares back at you…" Jacen grimly spoke, his words like an icy chill up Revan's spine.
"An ancient Sith saying…" Revan added, her voice soft.
"Correct, you've been studying the Sith histories in the Jedi archives haven't you." Jacen asked, his voice back to normal.
"Yes…I've been having Shandar getting me the data, it took a lot to convince him. Sometimes he can be stubborn."
"But not in this case."
"And just where did you learn about the Sith?"
"I have my ways." Jacen replied, somewhat mysteriously. Revan practically laughed at what he said, but decided not to ask him about it any further.
"I think I'm gonna go try and hit the sack again." She said while getting up and walking back over to the door.
"Good night Revan." Jacen said.
"Good night Jacen." Revan said back, before leaving the meditation room and heading back to the dormitories. Getting back into her room, she quickly undressed before falling back into bed, finally getting some sleep.
The next morning, Revan was rudely awoken by the sound of someone banging on her door. Still in a groggy haze, she stumbled across the room to the door. Opening it, it revealed Malak. "We are needed." He said, as if she would know by who and why.
"What…?" She said back, rubbing her eyes and trying to focus.
"The council wishes to speak with us. Apparently its important." He answered.
"Oh? Great…this is probably about last night. Okay okay, just let me get dressed." She mumbled to him before shutting the door in his face. The nerve of that guy, waking me up. Damn it, I'm still tired. She thought this as she got dressed in a new set of robes. She checked herself in the mirror, looking at her reflection. Her short bed head hair frizzy and messed up, great, just great. Trying her best to fix it all she could, it didn't help much. Best not to keep the council waiting though. She cursed a few times more before slipping on her boots and exiting her room.
"Your hair…" Malak practically whispered to her.
"Shut up, at least I've got some." She snapped back at him.
"I'm hurt, really." He didn't sound hurt that's for sure.
"Can we just go?" Revan sounded agitated.
"I can't wait to hear what the council has to say about us. Hmm…I wonder what it will be this time…." Malak pondered to himself as they made their way through the academy. It was a fairly long walk to the council's main chamber, and a long elevator ride as well to the top of the tower, where it was held. As the elevator doors opened, a large set of double doors stood at the end of a long hallway. A Jedi in a heavy set of brown and tan colored robes stood at its side. Revan and Malak walked as casually as they could down the hallway, stopping near the door, they looked at the man in front of the door. "You may enter." His heavy and low voice came from his hooded face, as he stroked his hand through the air in front of the door. Causing it to slowly open inward. The two entered.
Inside was a circular shaped room lined with one long window that made its way across nearly the full span of the room. The clear blue sky was bright and nearly cloudless. Lining the walls and window were various Jedi masters of several different species. They were the High Jedi Council. The highest authority of the Jedi in the galaxy. Standing near the center of the room was master Shandar, looking rather cheerful. Bandon was no where to be found. This couldn't be about last night then, Revan thought. The door closed behind them, making an ominous noise in the silence that held them all. An old human man spoke finally. "Ah, Revan and Malak, the council has been wanting to speak with you." His voice sounded calm, maybe he hadn't heard about the events of last night.
"Master Rabar." Revan and Malak said and bowed in unison.
"Shall I get right to business? I was speaking with your master Shandar yesterday about a little conflict on a planet near the outer rim territories. The planet is called Monasis." Rabar spoke to them.
"Monasis? Isn't that not in the Republic master?" Revan asked.
"Yes, and that's where the problem is. The Republic has no authority out there, but Czerka Corporation does. I'm sure you already know about the galaxy wide corporation, and its various dealings in trade…among other things. The company has a monopoly in the system of Monasis and various systems around it, allowing them to tax whatever they wish, with no threat of intervention by the standard Republic trade laws."
"What does trade tax have to do with the problem?" Revan butted in.
"I'm getting to that part. *ahem* Now the planetary government of Monasis isn't taking the heavy taxes on trade very kindly. In fact, they're uprising against Czerka." Rabar continued.
"Uprising?" Asked Revan.
"Yes uprising. Smuggling. Cutting taxes and various trade laws. There's an underground resistance on the planet Czerka can't seem to root out." Rabar told them.
"How do we fit into all this master?" Revan asked yet again.
"A part of the resistance on Monasis has secretly requested the Jedi to help them come to a diplomatic solution. Of course we had to accept. And this would be a perfect opportunity for promising young JedI like yourselves to test your diplomatic capabilities. With the aid of your master of course." Revan's gaze turned to master Shandar, who was standing contently with a peculiar smile on his face. Revan was suddenly getting excited, and wondered if Malak was as well. Finally a mission outside of the academy, its been such a long time.
"Do you believe you are up to this task?" Rabar asked. As if he had to.
"Yes!…um I mean, yes master Rabar, I think I speak for us both when I say we are ready." Said Revan.
"She does." Malak added.
"Good, Shandar will fill you in on any of the details. I hope you perform better than the accident you both had last night. May the force be with you." The last comment master Rabar made caused Revan to gulp. Okay, so maybe they did know. But at least they didn't sound too concerned about it.
"Come with me." Shandar said to them, as he exited the already opening door out of the council chamber. Revan and Malak followed. Shandar told them on the elevator ride down to the base of the academy, that they were to meet a man named Zsar Haleif. Who apparently was the man who requested the aid of the Jedi in the first place. They were to meet him at the Delrand spaceport in the city of Carshana, he would be waiting for them, and would direct them from there.
"Go and get yourselves ready, meet me in docking bay 5 once you are." They parted ways there as he headed for the docking bay and Revan and Malak back to the dormitories. Inside her room Revan changed into pitch black and gray colored robes, which fit tightly around her form. Picking out a pair of brown leather dueling gloves and a pair of rusted colored brown boots that were favored for their toughness and weight, rather than comfort. Looking around in her closet for the appropriate robes to wear over the ones she had just picked out, she chose a heavy set of brown robes with a large hood perfect for concealing ones face. The special fabric had been weaved to absorb some of the power of blaster bolts, she had the robes commissioned by an expert tailor she had the chance to meet in a cantina one night. After donning the robes, she stopped in front of the mirror once more on the way to the door. She took the time, this time, to adjust and flatten the black mess down back to the way it was before. Picking up a bag she always kept by the door just in case of a mission, which she was always hoping would happen, she left her room.
She met Shandar in docking bay 5, in front of a light red painted shuttle. Red, diplomatic colors, since they were going to be on a diplomatic mission. The vessel was unarmed and it didn't look like it went that fast either. They were soon joined by Malak, who was dressed in a similar fashion to Revan, save for his black boots and gloves, and the robes he had under were a deep gray instead of both black and gray. There cloaks only differed in size, since Malak too had his robe made by the same expert tailor.
"I thought you weren't coming for a moment there." Revan joked. Malak did not look amused. Shandar was dressed in the same navy blue and black robes he had on before. " Well, shall we?" Shandar asked, but before either Revan or Malak could respond, a man, no, a boy, was seen running across the docking bay towards them.
"Bandon." Malak said with a grimace across his face.
"What does he want now?" Revan groaned.
Bandon finally reached them, taking a moment to catch his breath before speaking. "I heard you guys were going on a mission and I came as fast as I can." Bandon said, before taking a few more heavy breaths.
"We're on important Jedi business Bandon, what do you want?" Revan sounded impatient.
"Oh don't be such a grouch Revan. What is it Bandon?" Shandar butted in.
"I am not a grouch! We just can't be delayed from our mission." Revan complained.
"I just wanted to wish you guys luck on you mission, you know, see you off and stuff. I won't delay you any more that this…um…oh yeah! And may the force be with you.'" Bandon said, sounding like he was still in a great mood.
"Yeah well, thanks a lot Bandon. May the force be with you too." Revan tried to sound like she actually meant it, but it sounded kind of weird to her.
"We don't need luck Bandon, we have the force." Malak told Bandon.
"Oh yeah right…um…sorry…I'll see you guys when you get back from your mission, bye I guess."
"Come on." Shandar ordered them into the shuttle, going in through the side door that was already open. Malak heaved himself up into the ship followed by Shandar, Revan stopped inside the doorway. Turning her head to Bandon. " Try and stay out of trouble, okay?"
"Okay…" Bandon sounded a little disappointed almost, like he expected them to ask him to come with them.
Revan went fully inside the ship, the door shutting right behind her. Malak had pressed the door controls, standing next to her. "I knew we hadn't seen the last of him." He said, sounding like he wasn't pleased he had to see Bandon one last time before they left, and in fact he wasn't.
"And it probably won't be the last time he bothers us." Revan said before making her way up to the cockpit. Dropping her bag next to the copilot seat. Shandar was sitting in one of the passenger seats behind her. Revan slouched into her seat and tried to relax. Finally, at last, they were getting off world. It seemed like its been ages since they last left Coruscant, but now, they were. Malak's towering form entered the cockpit, taking a seat in the pilots chair.
"Everyone ready?" He asked Revan and Shandar
"All set." Shandar cheerfully replied.
"Systems a go." Revan said, flipping a few switches and pressing a few buttons, she was familiar with the craft they were in from their other trips.
"Good." Malak said, relieved himself that they were leaving the planet.
The shuttle lurched upwards as Malak initiated the repulsorlifts fields. Slowly turning the ship to the left, he then started forward, gaining speed quickly. They practically shot down the docking bay towards the open doors at the end. Once they had cleared the doors, Malak began making a vertical incline, while gaining more and more speed. Revan accessed the computer and began broadcasting the proper signals to allow them passage threw the planets atmosphere, without any hassles. Up and up they climbed until at last they breached the atmosphere and all manner of space stations and satellites were seen around them. Including many embarking and disembarking ships as well. They flew through space until Malak felt they were far enough.
"Get us ready for hyperspace." Malak said to Revan.
"Is that an order?" Revan joked back to Malak.
"Just do it."
"Aye aye cap'n." Revan couldn't help but chuckle a little at Malak's frown, and neither could Shandar. Revan began preparing the ship for hyperspace, making sure the course was clear to Monasis.
"All set." Revan announced, and without a word Malak engaged the hyper drive and the stars all looked a lot different. Through the cock pit they could see all around them stars traveling at light speed, it was an odd display. To someone who wasn't used to it. The group however was and this was nothing new to them.
Revan reclined back in her seat and swung around to face master Shandar. Malak sat on edge in front of the controls, wanting to make sure nothing was or went wrong.
"So what's Monasis like master Shandar?" Revan asked her master.
"Hmm from what I know its an industrial world, but not too heavily developed I believe. It was an independent colony before Czerka showed up and introduced the industry to them. Apparently the world of Monasis is rich in various minerals and metals, perfect for mining and manufacturing." Shandar explained.
"Which would obviously explain Czerka's interest in the planet." Revan said.
"And the high taxes." Malak commented.
"Exactly. I'm not sure what this Zsar fellow wants us to do but whatever it is we are going to try and settle this dispute." Said Shandar.
"I'm not sure what we can do, I don't think Czerka will just leave if we ask them nicely to. I think the only way we can stop these taxes is for Monasis to enter the Republic." Revan said, trying to think up ideas for them to work on.
"If they want to enter the Republic at all." Malak said.
"Given the opportunity I think they might consider it. If it gets them out of Czerka's credit pinching fist." Revan said.
"Maybe." Was all Malak could say.
"We'll decide what we're going to do once we get there and meet Zsar. I suggest you two relax and rest up while you can." Shandar advised them. The trip was longer than Revan was expecting. Even for an outer rim world, eventually she dozed off into a sleep. Malak sat there and continued to stare off into space, while Shandar appeared to be meditating. Startling Malak and disturbing Shandar was a blinking red light on the command console. A beeping noise also alerted of a problem.
"What is it?" Shandar asked Malak, his voice stern and serious.
"Something with the hyper drive, I'm taking us out." Malak said, as the ship dropped out of hyperspace. The flashing red light and now annoying beeping sound continued. Reaching over and giving Revan a stern shove on the shoulder to wake her.
"Huh? What is it? Are we there already?" Revan still sounded a little sleepy.
"We've got problems." Malak told her.
"What kind of problems?" She asked.
"Something with the hyper drive, I'm not sure." Malak said to her. Revan turned to Shandar who was as dumbfounded as she was.
"When was the last time this hunka junk had a maintenance check?" Revan complained, but before Malak could think of any smart remark to add another blinking light appeared on the console.
"Oh what is it now?" Shandar asked, sounding annoyed and generally agitated. Revan looked at the console and pressed a few buttons
"More problems, we've got company. Three ships. Two fighters and a corvette." Revan told the other two.
"Well who are they?' Shandar asked.
"I don't know yet! Malak, lets find out." Revan told Malak. Malak responded by piloting the ship through open space until one of the fighters zoomed past their left at incredible speed. Barely even a blur they had no chance to see what it was. Malak turned as swiftly as he could into the right, practically filling their view was a strange and alien ship, painted with a rusted metallic paint, it looked threatening and ugly. Whether it was paint or rust they weren't sure, but what they were sure was that the blaster cannons located on the top and bottom of the ship were swiveled in their direction.
"Not good." Revan said.
"This should be interesting." Shandar said.
"Interesting?! We're gonna get blown into galactic dust by pirates and you think its interesting?!" Revan sounded nearly hysterical.
"Well I just thought it would be interesting how my students were going to get themselves out of this mess." Shandar said, like it was and excuse for what he said.
"Damn it old ma-"
"Revan, we're being hailed." Malak interrupted Revan's ranting. Yet another blinking light was blinking on the console. Revan pressed a series of buttons that caused the beeping to stop. Then another series of key strokes activated the commsystem
"Hello…" Revan spoke, hoping to get a friendly answer.
"Cut off your engines and lower your shields, or we'll blast you into galactic dust!" Revan recognized the sound of the threatening space pirate at the other side of the comm as a Trandoshan, but he wasn't speaking basic. Revan paused before speaking, thinking her words over carefully.
"Um…I'm sorry I don't understand you. Can you speak basic?" Revan asked, Malak turned a worrying glance over to Revan. Malak knew Revan understood a vast number of alien languages, and Trandoshan was one of them.
"You have ten seconds to comply, or we will be forced to destroy your ship!" The pirate threatened them yet again.
"You see I told they were going to blow us up." Revan said , turning to Shandar.
"One!"
"Now what?" Malak asked.
"Two!"
"I don't think he's going to listen to reason." Said Revan.
"Three!"
"And I don't think he's going to let us escape." Revan finished her sentence.
"Four!"
"They obviously want to board our ship and take whatever we have. What other reason would they want us to lower our shields for?" Shandar stated.
"Five!"
"To make us an easier target." Malak answered.
"Six!"
"Malak has a point, but I think we're already an easy target." Revan said.
"Seven!"
"If a decision is going to be made now would be the time." Shandar told them.
"Eight!"
"I'm thinking!" Revan shouted.
"Nine!!"
"OK STOP! We'll lower our shields!" Revan yelled into the intercom.
"You've made the right choice. Prepare to be boarded and we may yet spare your lives." And with that the alien cut the transmission. Malak proceeded to the lower the ships shields and cut the engines.
"I hope you know what your doing." Malak said to Revan.
"Once they try boarding our ship…that's when we have the advantage. More than any we could have out here. Hopefully they aren't too heavily armed." Revan said. Turning her gaze to Shandar, who looked strangely calm. " I hope your ready to fight master."
"Oh don't worry about me I can take care of myself just fine." Shandar told her. Revan sat there in silence as the pirate corvette eased up aside the shuttle craft, the guns still poised at them, ready to fire and release red hot death at a moments notice. Now that they were so close they might be a little more hesitant to fire, Revan thought.
The docking clamps attached to the hull of the shuttle, encompassing the door from which the Trandoshans were about to board. Malak and Shandar were on one side of the door while Revan stood on the other, the sound of the clamps attaching to the ship sounded eerie. They could hear footsteps coming from the behind the door and the voices of the pirates. Revan carefully eased her hand and pressed the door release button, opening the door. The instant the first big ugly Trandoshan entered Malak lit his blade and plunged it into the stunned aliens belly, while his other hand press up against its chest released a blast of force energy that pushed the pirate back into his ally behind him, knocking them both down. Malak quickly stepped out of the door to the second Trandoshan who was struggling to heave himself up, but he was too slow. With a quick swing of his blade the aliens head was rolling. The Trandoshan at the other side of the hall was standing in corvettes own door, surprised by this new threats he shot his blaster off at Malak. None of the bolts hit and Malak was already on the pirate before he could fire anymore, Malak pierced the scaly flesh of his neck with his saber and swung down into another unexpecting pirate to his right. Cleaving him down from shoulder to waist. Revan stepped out into the hallway, avoiding the Trandoshan corpses carefully, she made her way to the other side quickly.
"I'll stay here, and make sure no one tries to get aboard!" Shandar yelled over to Revan, who nodded in return. Shandar would hold down the fort. Malak was already fighting two vibro blade wielding Trandoshans down the dimly lit sheet metal corridor. One of them took a swing at Malak, who easily parried it and proceeded to kick the alien firmly in the stomach, sending him onto his back. Turning his attention to the other of the pair, Malak parried his attacks easily and with a swift spin and a slice the Trandoshan was cut clean in two. Looking to his right he saw that Revan had just dispatched the alien that Malak had kicked by decapitation.
"I was wondering when you'd be joining me." Malak joked.
"Shandar is staying behind, to make sure nobody tried to take our ship. Hopefully the Trandoshans won't blast it while he's in it." Revan sounded serious.
"Right, lets move." Malak said, and move they did. Running at a fast pace down the metal corridors until they were beset by a group of Trandoshans at the other end of a hall. Guns poised and ready.
"Okay this is more that I thought there would be." Revan stated.
"I count eight." Malak told Revan.
"Four for each of us."
"Let's go."
Enter cheesy Matrix rip-off. Revan and Malak suddenly dashed with amazing speed to either side of the hall, their feet catching the sides of the walls as they began to run up them. The Trandoshans barely had time to figure out what these Jedi were doing before they were within striking distance. Revan swung while still running on the wall slicing an aliens head off before jumping down with a loud thud in front of the of the other three. Malak kicked off the wall and slammed his boot into the Trandoshan's jaw, cracking it and breaking it into hundreds of pieces. Revan swung upwards in an arc at the pirate before her, cutting him in two from crotch to shoulder as Malak thrusted his saber into an opposing aliens chest. The Trandoshan behind the one Revan had just cleaved in two attacked her with a thrust from his vibro blade, Revan easily dodged it, slicing back with her own attack. Malak parried the swing of another alien, knocking his blade aside, Malak swung downward, cutting through the alien's flesh with ease. The next Trandoshan in line of Revan's attack was a little more hesitant to try and test his luck. He stood there with his blade ready to parry an attack, Revan channeled the energy of the force and with a pulse of energy the alien was sent blasted back into the hall way. Malak swung with incredible speed and strength at his enemy's blade, knocking it aside with such force that it was torn away from his hands. The Trandoshan tried to run for it but before he could get far the glowing beam of a light saber was thrusted through his chest. Revan leaped down the hall at the Trandoshan on his back, coming down with her blade poised to him, and landed precisely into his neck. The Trandoshan Malak had previously kicked was struggling to rise himself, while Malak stood over him. Revan soon joined him.
"It's your kill…" Revan spoke softly to Malak. Turning his blade upside down, Malak thrusted downwards into the Trandoshans back, killing him.
The two made their way through the ship, it seemed that the entire crew had been sent to stop them. Eventually finding the bridge, it was abandoned. Revan turned on her commlink and drew it to her face. "Shandar?" She spoke into it.
"Hmm? Yes I'm here." Shandar's voice came through clearly.
"Any problems?" Revan asked. Malak was looking over the controls of the Trandoshan corvette.
"No, nobody showed up. Every things clear over here, how are you?" Shandar asked.
"We're just peachy master. In fact I think we're doing super fantastic." You could cut the sarcasm in Revan's voice with a light saber.
"Good to know." Shandar replied.
"I think I can fly this." Malak said, rather bluntly.
"What did he say?" Shandar must have heard Malak.
"Yes what did you say?" Revan asked as well.
"You heard me, I said I can fly this ship. Everything is in Trandoshan but I can still operate it." Malak explained.
"Can you detach the shuttle?" Revan asked another question.
"Probably."
"Get our stuff and get up here Shandar." Revan ordered to her own master.
"Hijacking an alien ship…hmm…the council wouldn't approve." Shandar warned, but didn't sound very serious.
"Well the council isn't here right now and our ship isn't exactly in working order." Revan tried to reason with Shandar.
"Alright, I'll be there as fast as I can." With that Shandar turned his commlink off.
"He'll be here as fast as he can." Revan repeated to Malak. Shandar was seen entering the bridge moments later carrying their bags. "That was fast…"
"What? You think just because I'm old that I'm slow. Ha!" Shandar let out a little laugh.
"Well…no…I-"
"Malak, you said you can fly this ship?" Shandar interrupted Revan in mid mumbling.
"I should be, just give me some time to look at these controls." As Malak finished his sentence a rumbling shook the ship.
"What was that!?" Revan cried out.
"The fighters!" Malak answered.
"Revan, you should probably get to the guns and shoot them down if we plan on getting out of here." Shandar told Revan.
Revan nodded in comply and dashed off of the bridge and through the corridors and halls of the corvette. Finding the ladder that led up to the gun turret, she nearly fell off as the ship rumbled and shook from the attack of the fighters. Getting up to the turret, she found the controls to be fairly simple. She grasped the handles of the turret, finger tips on the triggers, and gently turned the turret slowly. Looking out the clear bubble she was inside, she located one of the fighters coming in for another pass. They probably didn't know she was in there, she thought. She waited until it came closer, she carefully lined it up her sights, wanting to get the perfect shot. Squeezing the trigger tightly the cannons sprayed blaster fire at an incredible rate at the oncoming ship. Taken completely by surprise the fighter had no time to react to the threat, exploding in a dazzling display of fire and metal. One down, one to go. Revan scanned around, searching for the fighter that was now aware of a new threat. Hearing the sounds of blaster fire Revan turned to meet the sound. The fighter sped past the right of the cannon, but Revan was able to turn it, level it, and blast away at the back of the fighter. Instantly demolishing its engines and the rest of the ship. Letting out a sigh of relief, Revan quickly got down out of the turret and back into the belly of the ship. Entering the bridge she saw Malak at the helm with Shandar stooped over him.
"I took care of the fighters. We should be safe now." Revan said, getting Shandar's attention.
"Well done. Now Malak, can we be getting under way?" Shandar turned back to Malak.
"Yes master…" Malak mumbled. As the ship lurched into the hyperspace.
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Revan & Malak
Revan awoke again for the third time that night, looking out of her hazy eyes she saw that it was well past midnight now. Rolling over and stumbling out of bed she made her way over to the robes she had thrown about the floor. She couldn't sleep, so there was no sense trying to, she thought. She dressed herself back into her robes before leaving her room. The halls were dark and vacant, everyone in the academy must have been asleep, well, almost everybody. The sounds of her footsteps echoed throughout the long and hollow halls and corridors, as she entered the main entrance to the academy. The huge arc above the doors looked dark and foreboding from the high place on top of the double stair cases. She traveled down the curving stairs to her left, then made a left, walking down a long dimly lit hallway. Finding her way to one of the academies meditation rooms, she entered, stopping halfway in the doorway. Already in the room was a young man, his raven black locks of hair hanging down with his head that was drooped in deep meditation. He sat cross-legged, dressed in traditional Jedi robes of a rusted color of brown. Revan stood there watching him, she leaned to one side of the door with her arms crossed as she did. Minutes passed before the meditating man's head rose to meet her, his green eyes opened, gazing into her own.
"Revan." He said, his voice was cool and sounded calm and content.
"I though I'd find you here Jacen." She said with a smirk on her face, before coming over and sitting down next to his side.
"Can't sleep again?" Jacen asked, a slight smile on his face.
"Yeah, what about you?" She asked back.
"I don't sleep much." He said, turning his head away from her and staring into the darkness of a corner in the room.
"I had a pretty weird day, wanna hear about it?"
"Sure." Revan then told Jacen of Bandon's force display in the training room all the way to the furious ranting of master Mandrak. Jacen replied in yeahs and nods, sounding mildly interested. When Revan was finished Jacen said "You say you felt…anger in him? That's odd, I never thought something like that could have come out of him…He doesn't seem like the type…"
"That's what I was thinking, maybe we shouldn't be so hard on him, you know?"
"I'm not the one that's been giving him a hard time, that was you and Malak."
"He said we were the coolest Jedi in the academy…" Revan mumbled, which caused Jacen to let out a little chuckle. Obviously amused by Bandon's comment.
"The next thing you know he'll have started a Revan and Malak fan club." Jacen joked to Revan.
"I hope not, that kind of publicity could interfere with my studies." Revan and Jacen both laughed.
"That's one fan club I'd join." Jacen joked yet again.
"Oh shut up…" Revan told him, but Jacen only smirked. Their eyes staring at each other for a moment of silence.
"Revan…something has been on mind lately…" Jacen's tone suddenly sounded serious.
"What?" Revan asked, curious.
"It's about…" There was a long pause in between his words. "No….never mind it. Please forget I ever mentioned it…." Jacen trailed off, staring back into the darkness again.
"They say Revan, that if you stare into the abyss long enough, it stares back at you…" Jacen grimly spoke, his words like an icy chill up Revan's spine.
"An ancient Sith saying…" Revan added, her voice soft.
"Correct, you've been studying the Sith histories in the Jedi archives haven't you." Jacen asked, his voice back to normal.
"Yes…I've been having Shandar getting me the data, it took a lot to convince him. Sometimes he can be stubborn."
"But not in this case."
"And just where did you learn about the Sith?"
"I have my ways." Jacen replied, somewhat mysteriously. Revan practically laughed at what he said, but decided not to ask him about it any further.
"I think I'm gonna go try and hit the sack again." She said while getting up and walking back over to the door.
"Good night Revan." Jacen said.
"Good night Jacen." Revan said back, before leaving the meditation room and heading back to the dormitories. Getting back into her room, she quickly undressed before falling back into bed, finally getting some sleep.
The next morning, Revan was rudely awoken by the sound of someone banging on her door. Still in a groggy haze, she stumbled across the room to the door. Opening it, it revealed Malak. "We are needed." He said, as if she would know by who and why.
"What…?" She said back, rubbing her eyes and trying to focus.
"The council wishes to speak with us. Apparently its important." He answered.
"Oh? Great…this is probably about last night. Okay okay, just let me get dressed." She mumbled to him before shutting the door in his face. The nerve of that guy, waking me up. Damn it, I'm still tired. She thought this as she got dressed in a new set of robes. She checked herself in the mirror, looking at her reflection. Her short bed head hair frizzy and messed up, great, just great. Trying her best to fix it all she could, it didn't help much. Best not to keep the council waiting though. She cursed a few times more before slipping on her boots and exiting her room.
"Your hair…" Malak practically whispered to her.
"Shut up, at least I've got some." She snapped back at him.
"I'm hurt, really." He didn't sound hurt that's for sure.
"Can we just go?" Revan sounded agitated.
"I can't wait to hear what the council has to say about us. Hmm…I wonder what it will be this time…." Malak pondered to himself as they made their way through the academy. It was a fairly long walk to the council's main chamber, and a long elevator ride as well to the top of the tower, where it was held. As the elevator doors opened, a large set of double doors stood at the end of a long hallway. A Jedi in a heavy set of brown and tan colored robes stood at its side. Revan and Malak walked as casually as they could down the hallway, stopping near the door, they looked at the man in front of the door. "You may enter." His heavy and low voice came from his hooded face, as he stroked his hand through the air in front of the door. Causing it to slowly open inward. The two entered.
Inside was a circular shaped room lined with one long window that made its way across nearly the full span of the room. The clear blue sky was bright and nearly cloudless. Lining the walls and window were various Jedi masters of several different species. They were the High Jedi Council. The highest authority of the Jedi in the galaxy. Standing near the center of the room was master Shandar, looking rather cheerful. Bandon was no where to be found. This couldn't be about last night then, Revan thought. The door closed behind them, making an ominous noise in the silence that held them all. An old human man spoke finally. "Ah, Revan and Malak, the council has been wanting to speak with you." His voice sounded calm, maybe he hadn't heard about the events of last night.
"Master Rabar." Revan and Malak said and bowed in unison.
"Shall I get right to business? I was speaking with your master Shandar yesterday about a little conflict on a planet near the outer rim territories. The planet is called Monasis." Rabar spoke to them.
"Monasis? Isn't that not in the Republic master?" Revan asked.
"Yes, and that's where the problem is. The Republic has no authority out there, but Czerka Corporation does. I'm sure you already know about the galaxy wide corporation, and its various dealings in trade…among other things. The company has a monopoly in the system of Monasis and various systems around it, allowing them to tax whatever they wish, with no threat of intervention by the standard Republic trade laws."
"What does trade tax have to do with the problem?" Revan butted in.
"I'm getting to that part. *ahem* Now the planetary government of Monasis isn't taking the heavy taxes on trade very kindly. In fact, they're uprising against Czerka." Rabar continued.
"Uprising?" Asked Revan.
"Yes uprising. Smuggling. Cutting taxes and various trade laws. There's an underground resistance on the planet Czerka can't seem to root out." Rabar told them.
"How do we fit into all this master?" Revan asked yet again.
"A part of the resistance on Monasis has secretly requested the Jedi to help them come to a diplomatic solution. Of course we had to accept. And this would be a perfect opportunity for promising young JedI like yourselves to test your diplomatic capabilities. With the aid of your master of course." Revan's gaze turned to master Shandar, who was standing contently with a peculiar smile on his face. Revan was suddenly getting excited, and wondered if Malak was as well. Finally a mission outside of the academy, its been such a long time.
"Do you believe you are up to this task?" Rabar asked. As if he had to.
"Yes!…um I mean, yes master Rabar, I think I speak for us both when I say we are ready." Said Revan.
"She does." Malak added.
"Good, Shandar will fill you in on any of the details. I hope you perform better than the accident you both had last night. May the force be with you." The last comment master Rabar made caused Revan to gulp. Okay, so maybe they did know. But at least they didn't sound too concerned about it.
"Come with me." Shandar said to them, as he exited the already opening door out of the council chamber. Revan and Malak followed. Shandar told them on the elevator ride down to the base of the academy, that they were to meet a man named Zsar Haleif. Who apparently was the man who requested the aid of the Jedi in the first place. They were to meet him at the Delrand spaceport in the city of Carshana, he would be waiting for them, and would direct them from there.
"Go and get yourselves ready, meet me in docking bay 5 once you are." They parted ways there as he headed for the docking bay and Revan and Malak back to the dormitories. Inside her room Revan changed into pitch black and gray colored robes, which fit tightly around her form. Picking out a pair of brown leather dueling gloves and a pair of rusted colored brown boots that were favored for their toughness and weight, rather than comfort. Looking around in her closet for the appropriate robes to wear over the ones she had just picked out, she chose a heavy set of brown robes with a large hood perfect for concealing ones face. The special fabric had been weaved to absorb some of the power of blaster bolts, she had the robes commissioned by an expert tailor she had the chance to meet in a cantina one night. After donning the robes, she stopped in front of the mirror once more on the way to the door. She took the time, this time, to adjust and flatten the black mess down back to the way it was before. Picking up a bag she always kept by the door just in case of a mission, which she was always hoping would happen, she left her room.
She met Shandar in docking bay 5, in front of a light red painted shuttle. Red, diplomatic colors, since they were going to be on a diplomatic mission. The vessel was unarmed and it didn't look like it went that fast either. They were soon joined by Malak, who was dressed in a similar fashion to Revan, save for his black boots and gloves, and the robes he had under were a deep gray instead of both black and gray. There cloaks only differed in size, since Malak too had his robe made by the same expert tailor.
"I thought you weren't coming for a moment there." Revan joked. Malak did not look amused. Shandar was dressed in the same navy blue and black robes he had on before. " Well, shall we?" Shandar asked, but before either Revan or Malak could respond, a man, no, a boy, was seen running across the docking bay towards them.
"Bandon." Malak said with a grimace across his face.
"What does he want now?" Revan groaned.
Bandon finally reached them, taking a moment to catch his breath before speaking. "I heard you guys were going on a mission and I came as fast as I can." Bandon said, before taking a few more heavy breaths.
"We're on important Jedi business Bandon, what do you want?" Revan sounded impatient.
"Oh don't be such a grouch Revan. What is it Bandon?" Shandar butted in.
"I am not a grouch! We just can't be delayed from our mission." Revan complained.
"I just wanted to wish you guys luck on you mission, you know, see you off and stuff. I won't delay you any more that this…um…oh yeah! And may the force be with you.'" Bandon said, sounding like he was still in a great mood.
"Yeah well, thanks a lot Bandon. May the force be with you too." Revan tried to sound like she actually meant it, but it sounded kind of weird to her.
"We don't need luck Bandon, we have the force." Malak told Bandon.
"Oh yeah right…um…sorry…I'll see you guys when you get back from your mission, bye I guess."
"Come on." Shandar ordered them into the shuttle, going in through the side door that was already open. Malak heaved himself up into the ship followed by Shandar, Revan stopped inside the doorway. Turning her head to Bandon. " Try and stay out of trouble, okay?"
"Okay…" Bandon sounded a little disappointed almost, like he expected them to ask him to come with them.
Revan went fully inside the ship, the door shutting right behind her. Malak had pressed the door controls, standing next to her. "I knew we hadn't seen the last of him." He said, sounding like he wasn't pleased he had to see Bandon one last time before they left, and in fact he wasn't.
"And it probably won't be the last time he bothers us." Revan said before making her way up to the cockpit. Dropping her bag next to the copilot seat. Shandar was sitting in one of the passenger seats behind her. Revan slouched into her seat and tried to relax. Finally, at last, they were getting off world. It seemed like its been ages since they last left Coruscant, but now, they were. Malak's towering form entered the cockpit, taking a seat in the pilots chair.
"Everyone ready?" He asked Revan and Shandar
"All set." Shandar cheerfully replied.
"Systems a go." Revan said, flipping a few switches and pressing a few buttons, she was familiar with the craft they were in from their other trips.
"Good." Malak said, relieved himself that they were leaving the planet.
The shuttle lurched upwards as Malak initiated the repulsorlifts fields. Slowly turning the ship to the left, he then started forward, gaining speed quickly. They practically shot down the docking bay towards the open doors at the end. Once they had cleared the doors, Malak began making a vertical incline, while gaining more and more speed. Revan accessed the computer and began broadcasting the proper signals to allow them passage threw the planets atmosphere, without any hassles. Up and up they climbed until at last they breached the atmosphere and all manner of space stations and satellites were seen around them. Including many embarking and disembarking ships as well. They flew through space until Malak felt they were far enough.
"Get us ready for hyperspace." Malak said to Revan.
"Is that an order?" Revan joked back to Malak.
"Just do it."
"Aye aye cap'n." Revan couldn't help but chuckle a little at Malak's frown, and neither could Shandar. Revan began preparing the ship for hyperspace, making sure the course was clear to Monasis.
"All set." Revan announced, and without a word Malak engaged the hyper drive and the stars all looked a lot different. Through the cock pit they could see all around them stars traveling at light speed, it was an odd display. To someone who wasn't used to it. The group however was and this was nothing new to them.
Revan reclined back in her seat and swung around to face master Shandar. Malak sat on edge in front of the controls, wanting to make sure nothing was or went wrong.
"So what's Monasis like master Shandar?" Revan asked her master.
"Hmm from what I know its an industrial world, but not too heavily developed I believe. It was an independent colony before Czerka showed up and introduced the industry to them. Apparently the world of Monasis is rich in various minerals and metals, perfect for mining and manufacturing." Shandar explained.
"Which would obviously explain Czerka's interest in the planet." Revan said.
"And the high taxes." Malak commented.
"Exactly. I'm not sure what this Zsar fellow wants us to do but whatever it is we are going to try and settle this dispute." Said Shandar.
"I'm not sure what we can do, I don't think Czerka will just leave if we ask them nicely to. I think the only way we can stop these taxes is for Monasis to enter the Republic." Revan said, trying to think up ideas for them to work on.
"If they want to enter the Republic at all." Malak said.
"Given the opportunity I think they might consider it. If it gets them out of Czerka's credit pinching fist." Revan said.
"Maybe." Was all Malak could say.
"We'll decide what we're going to do once we get there and meet Zsar. I suggest you two relax and rest up while you can." Shandar advised them. The trip was longer than Revan was expecting. Even for an outer rim world, eventually she dozed off into a sleep. Malak sat there and continued to stare off into space, while Shandar appeared to be meditating. Startling Malak and disturbing Shandar was a blinking red light on the command console. A beeping noise also alerted of a problem.
"What is it?" Shandar asked Malak, his voice stern and serious.
"Something with the hyper drive, I'm taking us out." Malak said, as the ship dropped out of hyperspace. The flashing red light and now annoying beeping sound continued. Reaching over and giving Revan a stern shove on the shoulder to wake her.
"Huh? What is it? Are we there already?" Revan still sounded a little sleepy.
"We've got problems." Malak told her.
"What kind of problems?" She asked.
"Something with the hyper drive, I'm not sure." Malak said to her. Revan turned to Shandar who was as dumbfounded as she was.
"When was the last time this hunka junk had a maintenance check?" Revan complained, but before Malak could think of any smart remark to add another blinking light appeared on the console.
"Oh what is it now?" Shandar asked, sounding annoyed and generally agitated. Revan looked at the console and pressed a few buttons
"More problems, we've got company. Three ships. Two fighters and a corvette." Revan told the other two.
"Well who are they?' Shandar asked.
"I don't know yet! Malak, lets find out." Revan told Malak. Malak responded by piloting the ship through open space until one of the fighters zoomed past their left at incredible speed. Barely even a blur they had no chance to see what it was. Malak turned as swiftly as he could into the right, practically filling their view was a strange and alien ship, painted with a rusted metallic paint, it looked threatening and ugly. Whether it was paint or rust they weren't sure, but what they were sure was that the blaster cannons located on the top and bottom of the ship were swiveled in their direction.
"Not good." Revan said.
"This should be interesting." Shandar said.
"Interesting?! We're gonna get blown into galactic dust by pirates and you think its interesting?!" Revan sounded nearly hysterical.
"Well I just thought it would be interesting how my students were going to get themselves out of this mess." Shandar said, like it was and excuse for what he said.
"Damn it old ma-"
"Revan, we're being hailed." Malak interrupted Revan's ranting. Yet another blinking light was blinking on the console. Revan pressed a series of buttons that caused the beeping to stop. Then another series of key strokes activated the commsystem
"Hello…" Revan spoke, hoping to get a friendly answer.
"Cut off your engines and lower your shields, or we'll blast you into galactic dust!" Revan recognized the sound of the threatening space pirate at the other side of the comm as a Trandoshan, but he wasn't speaking basic. Revan paused before speaking, thinking her words over carefully.
"Um…I'm sorry I don't understand you. Can you speak basic?" Revan asked, Malak turned a worrying glance over to Revan. Malak knew Revan understood a vast number of alien languages, and Trandoshan was one of them.
"You have ten seconds to comply, or we will be forced to destroy your ship!" The pirate threatened them yet again.
"You see I told they were going to blow us up." Revan said , turning to Shandar.
"One!"
"Now what?" Malak asked.
"Two!"
"I don't think he's going to listen to reason." Said Revan.
"Three!"
"And I don't think he's going to let us escape." Revan finished her sentence.
"Four!"
"They obviously want to board our ship and take whatever we have. What other reason would they want us to lower our shields for?" Shandar stated.
"Five!"
"To make us an easier target." Malak answered.
"Six!"
"Malak has a point, but I think we're already an easy target." Revan said.
"Seven!"
"If a decision is going to be made now would be the time." Shandar told them.
"Eight!"
"I'm thinking!" Revan shouted.
"Nine!!"
"OK STOP! We'll lower our shields!" Revan yelled into the intercom.
"You've made the right choice. Prepare to be boarded and we may yet spare your lives." And with that the alien cut the transmission. Malak proceeded to the lower the ships shields and cut the engines.
"I hope you know what your doing." Malak said to Revan.
"Once they try boarding our ship…that's when we have the advantage. More than any we could have out here. Hopefully they aren't too heavily armed." Revan said. Turning her gaze to Shandar, who looked strangely calm. " I hope your ready to fight master."
"Oh don't worry about me I can take care of myself just fine." Shandar told her. Revan sat there in silence as the pirate corvette eased up aside the shuttle craft, the guns still poised at them, ready to fire and release red hot death at a moments notice. Now that they were so close they might be a little more hesitant to fire, Revan thought.
The docking clamps attached to the hull of the shuttle, encompassing the door from which the Trandoshans were about to board. Malak and Shandar were on one side of the door while Revan stood on the other, the sound of the clamps attaching to the ship sounded eerie. They could hear footsteps coming from the behind the door and the voices of the pirates. Revan carefully eased her hand and pressed the door release button, opening the door. The instant the first big ugly Trandoshan entered Malak lit his blade and plunged it into the stunned aliens belly, while his other hand press up against its chest released a blast of force energy that pushed the pirate back into his ally behind him, knocking them both down. Malak quickly stepped out of the door to the second Trandoshan who was struggling to heave himself up, but he was too slow. With a quick swing of his blade the aliens head was rolling. The Trandoshan at the other side of the hall was standing in corvettes own door, surprised by this new threats he shot his blaster off at Malak. None of the bolts hit and Malak was already on the pirate before he could fire anymore, Malak pierced the scaly flesh of his neck with his saber and swung down into another unexpecting pirate to his right. Cleaving him down from shoulder to waist. Revan stepped out into the hallway, avoiding the Trandoshan corpses carefully, she made her way to the other side quickly.
"I'll stay here, and make sure no one tries to get aboard!" Shandar yelled over to Revan, who nodded in return. Shandar would hold down the fort. Malak was already fighting two vibro blade wielding Trandoshans down the dimly lit sheet metal corridor. One of them took a swing at Malak, who easily parried it and proceeded to kick the alien firmly in the stomach, sending him onto his back. Turning his attention to the other of the pair, Malak parried his attacks easily and with a swift spin and a slice the Trandoshan was cut clean in two. Looking to his right he saw that Revan had just dispatched the alien that Malak had kicked by decapitation.
"I was wondering when you'd be joining me." Malak joked.
"Shandar is staying behind, to make sure nobody tried to take our ship. Hopefully the Trandoshans won't blast it while he's in it." Revan sounded serious.
"Right, lets move." Malak said, and move they did. Running at a fast pace down the metal corridors until they were beset by a group of Trandoshans at the other end of a hall. Guns poised and ready.
"Okay this is more that I thought there would be." Revan stated.
"I count eight." Malak told Revan.
"Four for each of us."
"Let's go."
Enter cheesy Matrix rip-off. Revan and Malak suddenly dashed with amazing speed to either side of the hall, their feet catching the sides of the walls as they began to run up them. The Trandoshans barely had time to figure out what these Jedi were doing before they were within striking distance. Revan swung while still running on the wall slicing an aliens head off before jumping down with a loud thud in front of the of the other three. Malak kicked off the wall and slammed his boot into the Trandoshan's jaw, cracking it and breaking it into hundreds of pieces. Revan swung upwards in an arc at the pirate before her, cutting him in two from crotch to shoulder as Malak thrusted his saber into an opposing aliens chest. The Trandoshan behind the one Revan had just cleaved in two attacked her with a thrust from his vibro blade, Revan easily dodged it, slicing back with her own attack. Malak parried the swing of another alien, knocking his blade aside, Malak swung downward, cutting through the alien's flesh with ease. The next Trandoshan in line of Revan's attack was a little more hesitant to try and test his luck. He stood there with his blade ready to parry an attack, Revan channeled the energy of the force and with a pulse of energy the alien was sent blasted back into the hall way. Malak swung with incredible speed and strength at his enemy's blade, knocking it aside with such force that it was torn away from his hands. The Trandoshan tried to run for it but before he could get far the glowing beam of a light saber was thrusted through his chest. Revan leaped down the hall at the Trandoshan on his back, coming down with her blade poised to him, and landed precisely into his neck. The Trandoshan Malak had previously kicked was struggling to rise himself, while Malak stood over him. Revan soon joined him.
"It's your kill…" Revan spoke softly to Malak. Turning his blade upside down, Malak thrusted downwards into the Trandoshans back, killing him.
The two made their way through the ship, it seemed that the entire crew had been sent to stop them. Eventually finding the bridge, it was abandoned. Revan turned on her commlink and drew it to her face. "Shandar?" She spoke into it.
"Hmm? Yes I'm here." Shandar's voice came through clearly.
"Any problems?" Revan asked. Malak was looking over the controls of the Trandoshan corvette.
"No, nobody showed up. Every things clear over here, how are you?" Shandar asked.
"We're just peachy master. In fact I think we're doing super fantastic." You could cut the sarcasm in Revan's voice with a light saber.
"Good to know." Shandar replied.
"I think I can fly this." Malak said, rather bluntly.
"What did he say?" Shandar must have heard Malak.
"Yes what did you say?" Revan asked as well.
"You heard me, I said I can fly this ship. Everything is in Trandoshan but I can still operate it." Malak explained.
"Can you detach the shuttle?" Revan asked another question.
"Probably."
"Get our stuff and get up here Shandar." Revan ordered to her own master.
"Hijacking an alien ship…hmm…the council wouldn't approve." Shandar warned, but didn't sound very serious.
"Well the council isn't here right now and our ship isn't exactly in working order." Revan tried to reason with Shandar.
"Alright, I'll be there as fast as I can." With that Shandar turned his commlink off.
"He'll be here as fast as he can." Revan repeated to Malak. Shandar was seen entering the bridge moments later carrying their bags. "That was fast…"
"What? You think just because I'm old that I'm slow. Ha!" Shandar let out a little laugh.
"Well…no…I-"
"Malak, you said you can fly this ship?" Shandar interrupted Revan in mid mumbling.
"I should be, just give me some time to look at these controls." As Malak finished his sentence a rumbling shook the ship.
"What was that!?" Revan cried out.
"The fighters!" Malak answered.
"Revan, you should probably get to the guns and shoot them down if we plan on getting out of here." Shandar told Revan.
Revan nodded in comply and dashed off of the bridge and through the corridors and halls of the corvette. Finding the ladder that led up to the gun turret, she nearly fell off as the ship rumbled and shook from the attack of the fighters. Getting up to the turret, she found the controls to be fairly simple. She grasped the handles of the turret, finger tips on the triggers, and gently turned the turret slowly. Looking out the clear bubble she was inside, she located one of the fighters coming in for another pass. They probably didn't know she was in there, she thought. She waited until it came closer, she carefully lined it up her sights, wanting to get the perfect shot. Squeezing the trigger tightly the cannons sprayed blaster fire at an incredible rate at the oncoming ship. Taken completely by surprise the fighter had no time to react to the threat, exploding in a dazzling display of fire and metal. One down, one to go. Revan scanned around, searching for the fighter that was now aware of a new threat. Hearing the sounds of blaster fire Revan turned to meet the sound. The fighter sped past the right of the cannon, but Revan was able to turn it, level it, and blast away at the back of the fighter. Instantly demolishing its engines and the rest of the ship. Letting out a sigh of relief, Revan quickly got down out of the turret and back into the belly of the ship. Entering the bridge she saw Malak at the helm with Shandar stooped over him.
"I took care of the fighters. We should be safe now." Revan said, getting Shandar's attention.
"Well done. Now Malak, can we be getting under way?" Shandar turned back to Malak.
"Yes master…" Malak mumbled. As the ship lurched into the hyperspace.