AN: geez, I finally continued...

Revan

I got into the main pilot's seat. It was quite hard and bumpy, but at this point I Did Not Care. I pressed a few controls, and the small ship hovered off the ground. I heard a clank and a grunt, and turned my head.

I didn't see anything, and that was with my hood down and my mask off. For now, I'll ignore it. I need to get off this damn over-crowded planet: away from Bastila, away from the Jedi, away from Pearson Tappé.

I sensed a ripple in the Force as I left the atmosphere. It most likely signified that they have already figured that I had left. Good. Maybe I'll bombard Coruscant later. The Council would pay dearly if they think they can just make me into some slave of theirs.

But, how would the Sith react? With open arms, or would they think less of me?

Juhani

I sped up the ramp, looking around. I spotted Canderous putting an empty dish into the trash. I was breathing heavily, and he shot me a glance.

"What's up, Cathar?" He looked mildly concerned.

"Revan...and Bastila. They both escaped. But I think Bastila just followed him."

"Escaped? Where? What is this about?" Mission asked from the doorway.

"This does not concern you, kid." Mission did not answer back at either the comment or the fact that he called her a kid...again.

"Yes. It concerns everyone. Bring everyone to the center room."

"I guess I count as everyone, eh?" Jolee joked from the corner. Zalbaar quickly appeared behind Mission.

"So, what happened?" Mission questioned eagerly.

"Bastila and Revan are both gone. When I saw them, Revan was wearing those dark robes he got at the Star Forge...you know how he was neutral...but it gave him the wrong ones."

"Yes..." Canderous crossed his arms.

"He wore them, and Bastila snuck after him and managed to get on his ship that he bought from the Ithorian. I don't know where he is right now...hey where's Carth?" Their questions were all answered when the engine fired up.

"You know this room is bugged," Carth said over the intercom. He sounded like he was angry. It was understandable.

The Ebon Hawk jerked, and I almost fell over. Canderous managed to grab my arm in time.

Bastila

I peeked around, and noticed that the ship didn't have too big of a difference to the Ebon Hawk. The crew quarters were all in one place and there seemed to be a more decent synthesizer.

My stomach growled. Keep your focus, even if you are hungry. The words of one of my masters came back to me. I quietly snuck to where I could see Revan, and he was sitting in the pilot seat, pressing buttons and then sitting back.

I masked my presence in the Force, and drew nearer. Revan did not even react when I stood directly behind him. I could end his life with a squeeze of my fist, a wave of my hand. But I could not.

Damn it, Bastila! Don't let love get in the way! Kill him this time! I was frozen in place and could not move. My eyes darted towards Revan's form, but he still sat in his seat.

After standing there like a gizka in the headlights, I finally crouched and sat down, leaning my back against the back of Revan's seat. The panel over the doorway of the bridge suddenly lit up.

"Damn it!" Revan cursed, getting out of his seat. I luckily had learned from Juhani how to have stealth without a belt, and as far as I knew, Revan could neither see me nor sense me.

Revan

I ran quickly to the turrets, plopping down in one of the bucket seats and firing at the fighters that were rampaging around the ship. More assassination attempts. Pathetic.

After obliterating the three Sith fighters, I got out of my seat and walked back to the bridge, looking at the panel. Someone had messed with it.

"What the—" I started to say, but my throat constricted and I crashed onto my knees. I looked up at a young Jedi. Bastila. She had caught me unawares.