AN: So, Long time no see, eh? Here's Chapter 6. Ya'll looking forward to it...here it is. Don't own Star Wars, never will. Unless by some lucky chance the stocks for LucasFilms fall way down and I can buy them all, and then I can own the company...Just as they are rising up again... I'm Kidding, you know that, right?

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CHAPTER 6

"Where did you get such a fascinating boldness?" She chuckled.

"Well, I kinda had a wife..."

"How can you 'kinda' have a wife?" her eyebrows fell into a frown.

"We didn't marry until Dustil was five or so..." I rambled on.

"Dustil? Isn't that the kid who was going to be Malak's apprenticed, but then he got severely injured on Korriban? I heard he picked a fight with a student there and he almost died."

"No, Revan killed him without mercy." I corrected. Obviously it had been passed along as a rumor among the Sith.

"No..." She went on. "I thought he survived."

"I really, really have to go," I quickly said, and I tucked my lightsaber in and headed towards the bridge. The doors opened to me, and Revan was watching Coruscant draw nearer. The last report said we had 15 hours.

"My Lord Revan," I kneeled. I then realized I had forgotten the drink. I kept my gaze on the ground.

"Why do you disturb me?" Revan demanded, not bothering to even turn around. He obviously was irritated.

"I am sorry, My Lord, but I just wanted to see how you were doing."

I scurried out, and went back to the place where my poison drink was. Both the woman and the drink were gone. What if she herself drank it? No! It was meant for Revan!

I used all of the poison, too. Damn!

I sensed Bastila through the Force, and followed the hallways until I came to her quarters. I knocked, and she quickly permitted entrance.

"What is it?" She groggily questioned from her bed.

"Sorry for disturbing your nap, but something has gone wrong." I stammered.

"What? Did Revan notice the poison?" She demanded.

"No, no...I set the drink down, and now I can't—" I began.

"You imbecile! My mother is on Coruscant!" She growled. "How am I to usurp Revan, now?"

"We can try to convince Revan..." I stuttered weakly.

"Such a ploy would never work!" She jumped up from her bed and out her hand over her forehead. A thoughtful expression took over her features.

"Then, what do we do?" I asked stupidly.

"If I start again...then maybe together...Revan can't do it...I'll just brush him up..." She looked up towards me with a smile. The kind I hadn't seen since the Leviathan after Revan cracked an absurd joke.

"You aren't being very clear, Bastila."

"Now, we have about 14 hours until the attack on Coruscant begins," she explained, "and I think in a timeframe of about 5 or 6 hours I could brush you up on your dark Jedi skills. We can then go against Revan at once. He'll be overwhelmed!"

"Doesn't it go against the ancient Sith traditions of one master and one pupil?" I catechized.

"Ancient Sith traditions do not matter to me, Carth."

There's another first, she actually called me by name!

"I thought you were the super-loyal apprentice..." I said in a haze.

"Not when that bastard's going to kill my mother, I'm not." She finished with resolution, grasping my arm and dragging me out. "Training room, here we come."