Revenant chapter 2: part 4
It's cold on the slab. He/she can feel it seep through the clothes on her back. The muscles in her thighs are numb, as are his/her arms and wrists, the cold metal clamps hold him/her to this damn stone slab and it's hard to sleep when your muscles complain all the time. He/she's so tired. But he/she must be strong, has to be for him… Revan the man he/she loves and the man who is searching for him/her. He/she wonders how much longer she has to wait, has to endure night after night of the cold and the damp until he walks through the door, picks him/her up and saves him/her from Malak and the darkside.
A sudden fall of footsteps makes him/her look round. Two days of this has gone by, she can tell by the change of the guards keeping an eye on her. That in itself has been hard. One of them, she knows which one with the force, has been taking liberties with her while she's been tied down. He likes to run his hands across her helpless body and watch her flinch… The footsteps are getting louder and she recognises the shoes, it's her…
The young woman who walks around the corner is quite small, only five feet high or so. She walks with a slight limp, from where she/he doesn't know, but the step is unique on the stone and metal.
"Click, shuffle click, click, shuffle click… " It fills Bastila/Revan with dread, despite his/her training, for this is the footfall of the woman who tortures him/her.
"Hello sweetie." Her voice is sickeningly amused, almost tender and he/she flinches at the grin on her torturer's face. "Malak has some work he needs to be done on the starforge, new robots for your little friend Revan to meet. So he's told me to keep you amused for the rest of tonight until he can get to you tomorrow morning. He wants to have a little chat, oh and show you his skill with force lightning, I hope you managed to get some sleep while I took a dinner break."
Bastila/Revan watches as she places the box that she carries on the floor. With a gentle sigh the woman, she's never mentioned her name, slips the lid open and plays with the things inside.
Most of what she's done to Bastila/Revan she/he's managed to block out. The last one however had been so terrible it had burned itself into his/her mind, past all her defences. She'd used some sort of nano-probe and had cut an incision into Bastila/Revan's stomach, inserting a rod with thin wires into the wound. He/she knew now that the probe had been designed to stimulate the nerve endings of the tissue it came into contact with. All Bastila/Revan could remember was the feeling as though liquid fire had been poured inside him/her, the agony of the unending burning sensation and his/her torturer's laughter as she twisted the probe. Even with his/her Jedi training, after nine hour's non-stop it had worn him/her to sheds. Now, whenever she/he sees her Bastila/Revan feels the faint stirrings of hatred, and they feel good.
"I have new toys to play with," Torturer looks up at her victim on the slab. For just a second, fear grips Bastila/Revan's heart and he/she shivers. "Maximum pain with minimum damage, after all I can't have Malak's prize injured, he'll kill me."
"Not if I do it first!" Bastila/Revan thinks for just a second, before he/she feels ashamed and horrified. "This is pointless I will not turn!"
Torturer pulls out a set of tiny devices and smiles at Bastila/Revan.
"See this?" She asks with a cruel smile. "When I place these around your heart, with one push of a button I can stop it. Lets see how long you can go without a heartbeat, yes?"
"You feel guilt over the death of this… this human piece of filth?" Revan thought at her, the memory slipping back into her subconscious. His need to protect her was powerful and she felt his disbelief and distaste for the woman she struck down. "You're a better Jedi than I am, to feel guilt over putting her down. She was scum Bastila, sick and cruel for cruelty sake! If I'd been in your position I'd have done the same!"
"I don't believe you," Bastila's mind accused him gently. "You're so much stronger at controlling your emotions than I, you would have resisted the lure of the darkside, would have never killed her in anger, in fear. I know you."
"Even if you're right. I can understand why you struck her down. All that fear leading to hatred." He turns to her and she felt his love wrap itself around her. "I forgive you Bast."
"I wasn't strong enough." She thought miserably. "I'm a Jedi, or I used to be, I should have been strong enough to resist my own hatred!"
"You were," He replied gently. "It took Malak a week to turn you Bast, she was part of his plan. If I'd been just a little faster you'd never have fallen."
"This isn't your fault!" She thought quickly. "You had to find the starmap, I know how hard that must have been. I don't blame you I blame myself. If I had been stronger you would have been able to rescue me. I… I would never have attacked you on the Temple."
He sighed and she felt his forgiveness flood her mind.
"I have more to show you." Bastila whispered, shame flooding her. But the need for her to share what she felt was growing. "I have something shameful, something I felt about you."
"Show me then." He whispered gently in her mind, and with little effort the memory slipped back, except bow he stood watching to one side, but the emotions of what she was feeling remained.
She' tired now and in terrible pain. Torturer has left, left due to her own exhaustion. While she's going to sleep on a soft bunk, Bastila remains chained to the slab, cold and in agony. She sobs quietly and tears pour down her face. Where is he, the man she loves?
"He's left you." A part of her, the darkest part that she's denied all her life whispers. Here in the temple it's taken on a life of it's own, or so she thinks. "Gone, can't face the danger to save you. So here we are, being tortured and for what? What on earth would bring him back here to save you?"
"Love," She whispers and the guards chortle, the great Jedi is talking to herself.
"Love? Love is a lie. There is only passion! Passion leads to power in the darkness that Malak offers, you could use it to escape."
"No. I will not turn to the darkside."
"Even if it's the only way you can escape? Look, all you friends, your lover, have left you here. Revan is scared of the temple, scared of Malak. He'll stay as far away from this place as possible, after all," The voice in her head sniggered. "He owes the council nothing, they erased everything he is. That leaves him coming for you. But you lied to him, used him…"
"He'll come. I know he'll come for me, for the council. He follows the light. But they have to find the final starmap; that could take ages."
"You fool, he'll not come for you. You'll have to rely on yourself, as you always have. I know you have the power inside you to take out everyone in this place. Give in to your fear, your anger… The Jedi council would praise you for killing Malak, by any means."
"No. I… I know he's coming for me. I can be strong." She whispers, feeling the voice flitter back into her subconscious, leaving a faint lingering doubt in her mind. "I have to be. He'll be here, he will."
With a determined nod she begins to concentrate, shoring up her emotional control once again, healing her body and preparing herself for Malak. But the seed remains in her mind as she drifts off. "He's left me here alone."
"Hello Bastila. How are we feeling today?" Malak asks her, as she's shaken awake by the guards. "I understand that you've been refusing any food from Sera here."
Bastila looks across to the blond torturer and glowers.
"I don't need anything from the Sith. I have my belief in the code of the Jedi."
"Ah the code, well I'm sure that helps keep you warm and cosy on this slab of stone. Tell me, how does it feel to be my guest for the past few days? I would have thought Revan would have made an appearance by now."
"He'll come."
"Yes, I hear you've been saying that for quite some time. What if he doesn't?"
"No more Malak." She states, feeling a tug inside at his words. "I presume you're here to try and accomplish what, Sera wasn't it, what she failed to do."
"And that was?" He asks, his voice amused.
"To turn me. To cause me enough pain so that I will slip into darkness."
"Ah. Sorry my dear but that's not why I had her hurt you."
"It…it wasn't?" She asks, feeling a flash of anger at Sera's smug expression.
"No. I just wanted to watch you being tortured. I like to watch her working, she's very good. Our time together really begins now, so lets see how much lightening you can take in one go shall we? If it gets too much for you, feel free to scream Revan's name as much as you like, no one will mind."
The memory flickered and Revan found himself back in the cool non-space of their shared mind. Bastila hovered close and he looked at her gently.
"There's more." She thought, feeling his mixed emotions. "But the rest I need to come to terms with myself. Having you here has been a great help but I have to apologise, I should have had more belief in your love for me, in our relationship. I… I don't deserve you."
"Sith poo-doo." Revan thought at her with power and Bastila reeled back in surprise. "I am honoured to be the one you love, if anything its me who doesn't deserve you! You're the strongest person I know Bastila!"
"But I failed our love, our union!" She wailed suddenly at him, powerfully, and Revan sighed "I should have known you'd come for me! Bond or no bond, I should have held on. I should have refused to believe any of Malak's lies! If I'd been strong then you would never have faced such temptation. My offer of the Sith, my loyalty and… and of my body."
Revan watched her as she stuttered this at him. With a sigh, he looked at her with compassion and she looked at him, struggling to keep it back… so stubborn.
"Bast, it's okay. True, seeing you so twisted was terrible for me." He sighed and she gasped at the feeling of desire slipping into him. "I can't deny that your offer, oh your offer was so very tempting. You stood there, both a terrible and beautiful site. When you looked at me with those eyes, did you know your eyes hadn't changed? I would have agreed to almost anything you asked of me, just so we could be together." She felt his guilt at this admission. "If it hadn't been for the memory of our first kiss, well. The soft need… the love you gave me that had gone… All I felt from you when you offered yourself to me was twisted desire, not love."
"I… I should have been the one at Malak's hands!" He thought suddenly, wishing he could have spared her the pain she felt now.
"No!" Bastila replied quickly, too quickly and he looked at her gently. "No… You had to find the starmaps, it was my choice then. I mean, I know how long it must have taken to find one starmap, after all you had every reason to be as fast as possible, you knew that time was of the essence and…"
"Here we go." Revan thought. Bastila was struggling to repress what she really felt, her feelings of abandonment. He knew it was one large part of what was pulling her apart and he had to make her release it.
"Let it go, Bastila, my love. Just let it go." He watched her face twist in pain and she suddenly started to scream into him.
"I mean the fact that I trusted you and you didn't come, you didn't come until it was too late, means nothing!" She snapped loudly, arguing with herself, with her anger and guilt. "That I spent days on that slab waiting for your footfall, dreamed of your arms around me, struggled to hold on for a week against everything Malak threw at me! No, I don't blame you at all for taking as long as you did, despite what happened to me! Not me, not my fault… not yours. No ones." Her mind shuddered with pain as she yelled this at him.
"It was my fault Bast, all of it. I'm so, so sorry. I should have been faster, stronger. I should have been able to finish Malak on the Leviathan, should have been able to save you before he even got his claws into you."
She looked up at him and shook her head with a sigh. With the release of her pain she could finally let it go and it felt good. Reaching out with her mind, she brushed him gently in apology.
"No, it really wasn't your fault and I… I suppose it wasn't mine either." She admitted reluctantly and some of her shame washed away. "My pride, my stubbornness, my passion… they helped me to fall, but in the end." Bastila sighed and shook her head. "In the end I suppose it was mostly Malak's fault. I… I just wish I'd been strong enough to hold on until you could free me."
"You were strong." Revan said quietly and felt her shiver in his mind's grip. She needed his love as much as he needed hers, needed the strength he could give her. "So very strong. Even when the darkness took you I could feel you Bast. Who I was lost himself, you didn't."
She looked up at him in amazement and he grinned.
"I could feel the tiny spark of light left in you on the forge. I knew I could save you, that you could save yourself if you had a reason. The reason I gave you was so simple." He leaned close and she felt his love bathe her. "I love you, and even then you knew it. You saved yourself and I am so proud of you for that." She felt him reach out to her. "I love you Bastila Shan, I am proud to be your lover and having seen all of this, I believe in you more than ever."
His admiration poured into her and she felt almost all of her crushing guilt dissipate at his minds touch, the truth of his words slipping into and through her.
"You really mean that, don't you." She sent him, her mind drenched in relief. "What did I do to deserve you? I love you so much and despite all I've done, you're still here."
"A herd of bantha's couldn't pull me away from you right now!" His mind slipped back a few paces and she looked at him. "I need to talk to you in the real world. It's important."
With a gentle feeling of peace and forgiveness now trickling through her, it was so easy to reach back into herself and separate her mind from his. With a gentle shivering sensation that slowly filled her body, Bastila felt the bond between them dissolve slightly and return to a sensation at the back of her mind.
Her awareness of the physical world slipped back into place and as she opened her eyes Revan's, now, smiling face focused into view. She grinned and tilted her head at his expression, a look of tenderness that thrilled her. "What?"
"I want to do something right now." He whispered to her, eyes bright with desire. "Something I've been wanting to do for the past three days. Well… since our first kiss on the Hawk actually."
Without waiting for her answer, Revan leaned forwards, his hands still gripping her waist gently, and slipped his lips softly onto hers. Her eyes widened in delighted surprise and she returned the kiss with the same intensity. By the force she needed him.
For a few moments all she could think off was the hot, intense feeling spilling down her throat, through her lips, his breath… flooding every part of her body with warmth. The taste of him washed away her remaining fears and doubt about herself, their relationship… everything.
With a sigh she gripped him, held him tightly. This was what she'd needed, and what she'd foolishly denied herself. His love, his own acceptance of who she was, filled the void that had gnawed at her for the past few days.
"I love you." She whispered into him, the bond carrying emotion rather than words, and she felt him marvel at the power of her.
"I know. I love you too, Bastila… my Bastila, everything I could ever need."
His hands slid gently up from Bastila's waist to slowly trace her bodyline, the other gently cradled her neck, pulling her closer to him as he broke the kiss and slid down to begin again, kissing her throat gently. The thrill made Bastila run her hands through Revan's hair, indulging herself in the silky feel of it.
Unable to take the feeling of each kiss slipped onto her neck, unable to cope with the tingling, incredible warmth spreading through her, Bastila arched her back with a groan of pleasure. She gripped him tightly around the neck and pulled Revan even tighter to her.
Revan marvelled at the feel of her skin, the warmth of her body and, inhaling slightly, could smell the spicy hair cleanser she'd used while on the Hawk. She was intoxicating, everything he would ever need. He stopped thinking and ravaged her neck once more with soft kisses, he was hers and she was his… that was all that mattered.
Bastila sighed, she wanted to lose herself in the moment, wanted to immerse herself in his touch. However, a sudden remembrance of where she and Revan where, filled her mind and she pulled back. Her glazed eyes focused once more on the door, on the building and then on him. With a deep breath she looked at Revan's puzzled face and shook her head.
"We can't, not here. What if someone comes in? What if the council needs to see us while we're… we're."
He grinned and slipped his hands onto her shoulders, the gentle pressure rocking her backwards slightly and for just a second she resisted, until he kissed her again. She moaned slightly, the warmth melting any resistance.
"Well then, we'll just have to tell them that we're busy." Revan muttered gently, nuzzling her neck. "Very busy and unable to accede to their request."
Bastila began to giggle, all the pressure of the past few days seeping away from her, and lying back, she yanked Revan gently down on top of her. The soft carpet dug into her shoulders and she felt him slowly work his way down her throat once more, until he reached the top of her tunic. Her breath caught in her throat.
Ever so gently he reached up to the tiny zip holding it closed and rested his hand on it. Pulling his face back, he looked at her with questioning eyes, and her breath trembled as it escaped her lips. This was it, she thought with a feeling of trepidation. The first time she had ever given herself to anyone and Revan was waiting for her to make the move. With a few slow breaths, she bit her lip and nodded.
Revan began to slowly slide the zip to her tunic down and Bastila gripped him tightly as he did so. He unzipped it to just above the last few inches or so and to her surprise stopped, only to gently slide his left hand under the tight stretchy cloth and run it gently along her waist, along her bare skin. Bastila moaned and shivered slightly, his touch was like icy fire and nothing in her past had prepared her for this, nothing.
Pulling his hands back, Revan yanked the robes he wore away from his body. Bastila slowly ran her hands across his bare chest, pausing at one slight sabre scar for a few seconds and wincing slightly. Using his right hand to gently pull her hand away from the memory of how close they had come to being separated, his head descended and she felt his lips slide down to assault her stomach.
Bastila writhed under him, lost, letting her body dictate what happened. She was like putty as he began to pull down the zip of her tunic. She wanted him to, needed him to yank it the final few inches down across her stomach. Her liquid eyes glanced loosely over to the smoked glass of the door. The sudden group of shadows behind it however, the cacophony of familiar voices, made her freeze and grip Revan tightly in embarrassed shock. He looked up and also froze, his hands gripping her defensively.
"I'm telling you Jolee, one minute they're screaming at each other, well, Bastila, is anyway, and the next?" Mission jumped about from foot to foot in anxiety as her two Jedi friends walked gracefully along the corridor from the turbolift. "Bastila's flying backwards across the room and she bangs her head against the window and Revan is on his knees in the middle of the room crying. I… I've never seen anything like it, guys!"
"Calm yourself Mission," Juhani said gently looking at the anxious Twi'lek with compassion. "I'm sure that everything is fine."
"Fine? You weren't there, Ju!" Mission muttered turning back to the glass door. "I mean if Rev is as powerful as everyone is saying… if he goes funny in the head, then who'll stop him?"
"Calm down kid, let's find out what's been going on first, yes?" Jolee looked at Juhani with a quick glance and the Cathar unhooked her sabre hilt. "They've both been under a lot of stress recently, maybe they just both decided to blow off steam or something."
"Poo-doo Jolee. I've never seen anything like that before. We could find anything in there!" Mission muttered as the door hissed open and she walked through. "We could find…"
She stopped dead in the doorway, blocking the other two Jedi. Eyes wide, she took in the scene of her two friends wrapped together in the middle of the room, Revan's robes strewn across the floor. Her mouth continued with commentary, even as her mind reeled in shock.
"We… we could find them on top of one another, almost naked an… an stuff!" She stuttered as Bastila's face turned a bright shade of red. "Naked and kissing. But mostly them naked and on top of each other!"
"What?" Juhani's voice came through behind her, confused. "What are you talking about?"
"I… I, well. Umm," For the first time in her life, Mission was lost for words. "Wanna see?" She managed.
Jolee pushed her gently through the doorway and took in the sight of the two Jedi on the floor. With a grin he grabbed the young Twi'lek and pulled her backwards, while at the same time waving the Cathar away.
"They're fine Juhani, fine. In fact," Jolee grinned and a memory of Nayama and himself slipped into his mind, "In fact they're better than fine. We should leave them for a little while to sort this out among themselves. So… either of you two whippersnappers know where the cantina is around here?"
As the voices of the group slid away slowly, Bastila moaned in horror and looked at Revan's carefully neutral face.
"Bugger!" She managed, her cheeks red, and Revan began to laugh. She scowled at him, trying to wriggle out from under his body. "You actually think this is funny?"
"Well, yeah actually, it's just that I've never heard you swear like that before," He smiled at her and despite her embarrassment, she too felt her lips curve slightly. "Did you see Mission's face? I thought she was going to faint!"
"This is no laughing matter," She said as Revan slowly sat up away from her and she slid herself upright. "Jolee's going to have a field day with this, It'll keep him going for at least a week."
"A week?" Revan looked around for his robes and spying them a few metres away pulled them towards himself. "I'd say a month, maybe longer."
Bastila groaned at his sense of humour and stood, tucking errant strands of her hair back into the twin ponytails. She felt better, much better, and she knew why. Not only had he helped her cope with the lingering guilt she felt, but also he'd given her a taste of what being in love with him could mean.
Revan had slipped his robes back on and was tying the belt back round, when he caught her looking at him. He tilted his head and smiled at her. "What?"
"I just want you to know that you're the one." She said quietly, trying to stop her hands from shaking gently.
"The one?" He asked her quizzically.
"My one, I… I've never been with a man before." She turned away, her face red. "I was too wrapped up in training to be a Jedi to become… involved with anyone. From what I've heard from Juhani, she's even had more experience than I have. So if we, if we make love then it'll be the first time. I… I want you to be the one."
Revan felt his heart flutter and walked gently across to her. Slowly he turned her face back towards him.
"I'd just like to remind you Bast, that I'm in exactly the same position." He smiled at her puzzled face. "Everything I thought I've done? Well, those memories are not Revan's, they're mine. If they're mine then…"
"Oh!" She said, her eyes widening and he smiled. She shook her head and a faint grin played across her lips. "Wonder how the Masters got those memories for you? Not from me, Vrook maybe?" She giggled at his face. "Or possibly Vandar, I bet he has many tails to tell about when he was a young Jedi."
"Why, Padawan Shan." Revan laughed his eyes gleaming. "Since you've come out of your self imposed shell you've been much more fun to be with. I have to say I like it." His voice became more serious. "But I want you to know right now, you're my one too."
With a sigh, Bastila looked around the room and shook her head, focusing her Jedi skills and calming her thumping heart. She turned to him and sighed again.
"We should go, I'm sure the council will be calling us soon. I want to be there when they do."
Revan tilted his head once more and his face was quizzical. "Oh? Why?"
"Because I need to be there to tell them." She said taking his hand gently in hers and squeezing it. "I need to tell them that I've changed my mind on being punished. I need to tell them you were right and I was overreacting."
"Not overreacting." Revan said gently and smiled at her questioning face. "Overwhelmed by guilt. Something that you and I have dealt with I hope."
"Not all of it, as I'm sure you'll agree for yourself." Bastila looked at his eyes, saw the lingering pain and tightened her grip. "But enough. Enough to cope, to deal with the rest on our own."
"Knowing that you love me for who I am, not who I was, helps me a great deal. I suppose I have to stop looking into the past, have to look to the future." He reached up with is free hand and tilted her chin towards him, looked at her pale turquoise eyes. "If… if they try to separate us, will you come with me?"
Bastila shivered, and looked with equal need into his eyes.
"I need you Revan. I… I could turn away from being a Jedi if you were with me. We could settle somewhere quiet." She looked away and he felt her hand squeeze his again. "The force knows you and I have seen more than enough darkness to last a lifetime. But, it won't come to that. We have to trust in the council, trust them to understand."
"Trust?" He sighed and shook his head. "I have a hard time trusting any council of Jedi at the moment. Here, or the one on Dantooine."
"I know." Bastila pulled him slowly towards the door. "So trust me instead. Now, let's go. Please?"
"Okay." He sighed and smiled at her. "Just a second though, sweetness."
He pulled her towards him and leaned into her face, kissing her gently. As she savoured the taste of him, a sudden "zirrr" made her look down. He was pulling the zip that held her tunic closed back up her body. Blushing, she looked up at him. She'd forgotten all about it.
"Sweetness? You've spent far too much time with Carth, Jedi Revan." She grinned.
"Shall we?" He asked her, face neutral, and she smiled. With a nod, they stepped together towards the door and the council rooms.
"Please wait here Knight Revan, Padawan Shan. The council is still deliberating, although they have asked that your Jedi companions also come to the council hall."
"Thank you." Bastila said to the female Jedi who stood respectfully outside the council doors. "Has anyone notified Master Bindo and Knight Juhani?"
"Yes Lady Shan, they should arrive shortly. Please, take a seat."
Revan flung himself with good grace into one of the soft chairs lining the corridor and cocked his head at the council doors. Whatever was going on in there, it was being hotly debated. Bored he felt his sabre flick into his hand and, with a soft motion, began to levitate and rotate. The female Jedi watched with a mild shake of her head and Revan grinned at her.
"Want to see me do a 360 with it?" He asked and she frowned.
"Revan." Bastila hissed, warning in her voice. "Behave."
"Sometimes you can be no fun at all." He said quietly, and a grin played briefly across her lips in response. With a sigh, he let the hilt drop back into his hand and he hooked it back onto his belt.
"Well, well. Hi you two. Got a seat for an old man?" Jolee asked, Juhani standing next to him, a soft smile playing across her usually stoic features.
"Jolee, sure. Here, take mine." Revan said grinning. Jolee smiled at him and sat down on the proffered seat, a cup of coffee steaming in his hand. Juhani took up residence against the wall, inclining her head in Revan's direction and also giving Bastila a swift respectful nod. The Cathar looked at the council doors and Revan felt her apprehension.
"Juhani?" He asked her and she looked at him with nervous eyes. "What's wrong?"
"I… I have never been to the main council on Coruscant before." She said, her voice trembling slightly. "I do not know why they have asked Jolee and myself to be here as well as you and Bastila."
"My bets are on thanks for a job well done." Jolee said with a grin. The Cathar frowned and Revan gently put a hand on her shoulder. "Bout time the buggers acknowledged what we Jedi on the field are doing."
"I agree with Jolee, Ju. You've got nothing to fear from them." Revan said, as Juhani blushed at Jolee's comments in front of the female Jedi. "In fact, I think acknowledgement of what you did, how you helped me stay on the path of the light, is the least they should do."
"I did no more to aid you, than what you did for me." Juhani smiled slightly and Revan watched her relax a little. "Regardless, I shall obey the council."
"Careful Juhani." Jolee looked at her and waggled the coffee cup in a cautionary way. "Saying stuff like that can be dangerous. Look at me, a Jedi master now, thanks to Vandar. If I'd known at the time what that meant, well I'd never have talked to the little guy."
"Oh?" Revan grinned. "Afraid of training a group of Jedi wannabe's are we?"
"Huh, you've got no respect for me." Jolee grunted, taking a sip of his coffee. "I'm old damn it! I haven't got much time left for running around wiping young Jedi noses! If Vandar wanted to say thanks, all he had to do was point me in the direction of a good bar!"
"You love it really." Bastila said suddenly and Jolee turned to her, raising an eyebrow. "I mean, you like the way Revan talks to you, you hate people bowing all the time. Revan can be brash and you like that!"
With a grunt Jolee grinned. "Suppose I do, it's nice to see a Jedi who reminds me of myself." He wiggled his cup at her. "Nice to see someone else coming out of her shell too."
Bastila smiled and inclined her head. "It's good to be out."
"I see Revan's methods of persuasion agree with you." Jolee added with a smirk, before sipping his coffee quickly. Bastila's face turned red and Jolee looked at Revan with a grin. "Still, I suppose there's a lot left for you two to… discuss yet."
Juhani's face was a picture of puzzlement. She watched as Revan blushed and turned away from Bastila, his shoulders shaking slightly. Bastila, also having gone red, looked away from the old man. Looking at them, a sudden light finally dawned on the Cathar and her eyes widened in shock. "Oh, they were…"
"Fast, isn't she." Jolee said quickly and grinned at her. "I was as surprised as you lass. I mean, in the Jedi temple… on Coruscant?"
Revan and Bastila both simultaneously cleared their throats and Jolee shook his head. "Can't say I blame you, probably would have tried it myself at your age."
"Where is Mission?" Bastila asked, composing herself and changing the subject.
"Mission has returned to the Hawk," Juhani said quietly. "She was a… a bit shocked, but calmed down after we took her out to the gardens. Understandable really."
The doors to the council slid open slowly and a young male Jedi walked out and approached the group. Juhani slipped quietly into silence as he bowed.
"Master Bindo, Jedi knights Juhani and Revan and Padawan Shan?" A male Jedi, unnoticed by the group appeared at the doors. "Please come with me, the council awaits you."