A/N: Hello all. Terribly sorry for the extremely short chapter. Hm. La-la!

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TWO MONTHS LATER: Kasyyyk

"Master," Malak said, rushing up to Revan.

"Yes, Malak?" Revan demanded. He had been trying his wits the whole day. Why not just kill him? Revan thought. He needed an apprentice, though.

"I have some information." He waited.

"Yes...?" Revan growled.

"The Star Map may be on the forest floor, master. That is why no Wookiee knows about it."

"Statement: searching database, master." The droid Revan had built piped up.

"You have no information on the Star Maps, because I do not!" Revan snapped at HK-47.

"Statement: Of course, Master. This meatbag asked me." He tilted his rusty head towards Malak.

"You've never said that before," Revan chuckled. "Alter programming. You should say meatbag more often."

"Yes, master." HK-47's eyes went brighter for a few seconds and then they dimmed. "Informative: Master, I have self-programmed myself. Opinion: I am sure the meatbag will enjoy it."

"Let's carry on..." Revan was starting to get impatient even more.

Soon, after some threats and bribes, the lift was going slowly down to the forest floor. The Wookiee who manned it would have peed his pants if he wore any, but that's besides the point.

"Revan, may I talk to you?" Malak asked.

"Make it quick," Revan's voice echoed inside the mask, and he was much more intimidating. Malak visibly cringed in his blue robe.

"I fear-" Malak started.

"Jedi don't fear, Malak."

"We are far from Jedi, and you know it, Master."

"No matter," Revan dismissively waved his hand. Malak growled. "what was that?"

"Nothing."

The elevator clanked onto the ground. The woods were very dark and the moss grew everywhere. It was a short walk before they had to chop up some kinrath. Soon they came to a large mound.

"What's this?" Revan wondered out loud, and then he saw an old man walk in. "Hmm..." Revan gestured towards Malak. "Stay."

Taking off his mask, Revan knocked on the door. The old man answered, slightly shocked at the sight of a person down there. "Yes?" He asked.

"Do you know anything of a Star Map?" Revan inquired.

"Well..." He pondered a bit.

"Tell me, or loose that cute little goatee of yours." The man visibly jumped.

"Well, yes." He led them down the ravine-covered path. Malak and HK-47 followed along. Soon, there was a holo of a robot showing in the growth.

"What are you?" Revan questioned.

"I am an information droid, built directly onto this Star Map to limit usage."

Just what he was looking for.

"May I gain access?"

"Testing Nuerological patterns..." It hummed for a while. Then without warning, three heavy-duty droids jumped out of the bushes and attacked, but were soon disposed of.

"I might just take you apart if you try that again," Revan said menacingly.

"Name, please."

"Revan and Malak," He replied.

"Error. One person parties admitted."

"Revan."

"Error. Name too short."

"Sith Lord Revan." Malak threw him a look, almost disgusted.