Part 2.

"Do we know how much damage there is?" Master Vrook stood next to Bastila with a frown on his worn face. "Is his mind totally gone?"

"Hmmm. No, it is there, the personality and the memories." Master Vandar looked up from where his small frame held a hand gently against the dark lord's head. "Fractured and scattered. He will never be able to function like this, there is no cohesive pattern and the force trembles inside him."

"Really? His life hangs in the balance then. If Bastila had not fed him with her own force power, he would not be alive now." Vrook glanced at her. "You were supposed to bring him back to the enclave, whole in body and mind!"

"Peace, Vrook." Vandar turned to Bastila and cocked his eyebrow. "Child, how did you manage to fracture the dark lords mind so utterly?"

"Master, I did not do this. I would not do this!" Bastila looked at the pale face on the bed in front of her and sighed. "It was Malak, he fired on the flagship and the blast smashed into him and us. I honestly have no idea how my team or I survived the explosion. It was almost as if..."

"As if what?" Vrook looked at her.

"As if something absorbed the detonation," She shivered at the memory of Revan's red blade humming in a defensive stance. "What it could have been I have no idea. It was certainly not Revan, he would have killed us all. We were lucky, Masters, that Malak did decide to act. I would not stand before you now, I would be dead... or a dark Jedi."

"Perhaps." Vandar looked at her oddly and pursed his lips. "But there is no luck, there is only the force.... Tell me, do you feel anything from Revan?"

"Master?" Bastila frowned at his almost... worried expression and glanced at Vrook. He too looked... concerned.

"Reach into yourself and concentrate my child. Do you feel anything?"

"I... I can sense chaos and...." Bastila gasped as a sudden sharp pricking sensation made her wince. "Ow!"

Vandar, who had nicked Revan's hand with a small needle, sighed and Vrook groaned in dismay.

"Master's, what..." Bastila looked at them in distress. "What happened then?"

"It is of no concern Bastila." Vandar glanced at Vrook and then smiled gently at her. "You are probably feeling a slight connection to him, it is undoubtedly due to the huge volumes of force energy you gifted to him so he may live."

"Will it go away... fade?" She looked at Vandar with an expression of horror and he sighed. Bastila trembled slightly at the repulsive thought of having such an evil man able to share her thoughts. "I am not suited to having a dark lord being with me in my mind, Master."

"You do not share a single mind, young one." Vandar soothed her and she sighed in relief. "You are linked, that is all. I am sure it is also temporary"

"So... what do we do now?" Bastila asked them, missing the look of concern on Vrook's face. "Can we repair his mind? Will he live?"

"Do we want him to?" Vrook asked slowly. Bastila and Vandar turned in shock to him and he shrugged. "The dark lord is vanquished and Malak has taken his place. We do not have enough time to expend resources healing this one, even if it can be done!"

"Master," Bastila glanced back down at the person who was once her hero and shook her head. "He was a great Jedi once, is there nothing that we can do? Please?" She surprised herself at the request. "Why do I care so much?" She wondered.

"I must agree with Vrook, it may be better to let Revan slip gently into one with the force." Vandar watched as Bastila's face slipped into horror and she opened her mouth. He held up a hand. "His shattered mind will never function as it is, he cannot live like this young Padawan. If we keep him alive on artificial support, then what quality of life will he have?"

"We must be able to heal it!" She spurted in shock.

"To heal a mind, Bastila, is difficult when it is only slightly harmed. Revan has... lost all of... who he was. His personality is scattered across his mindscape like shattered glass. How can we heal that?"

Bastila looked at the pale face once more and shivered. She had a gentle memory of him passing her once in a corridor, and he fixed her with such a amazing smile. It was difficult for her, even after all she had seen him do, to link the two as one. She shook her head, he deserved a chance at redemption, she just... knew he did.

"Masters... what about Malak?"

"What about him?" Vrook asked slowly.

"I have heard the same reports as you Masters. It has been a week since his attack and usurp of the mantle of dark lord." She looked at Vandar's face. "He has already replaced the ships he lost at the battle, and has a new flagship. Where are they getting these resources?"

"We don't know, as well you know!" Vrook snapped, before pulling himself back under emotional control. "No one knows where Malak, and before him, Revan, is amassing these ships. You know that as well as I, Padawan Shan!"

"There is one person who knows, no matter how shattered his mind is." She looked at Vrook. "The man before you Master, has a memory in there somewhere of where, or how, Malak is obtaining the resources to build his fleets."

"Hmmm. Young Bastila does have a point." Vandar stared at the pale face. "But how would we obtain such memories?"

"We have to save his life Master," Bastila looked at the two of them and urged them silently to agree. "We must find a way!"

"I agree Vrook," Vandar looked at the old Jedi with a calm expression. "We must find out how Malak and the Sith have limitless resources. Now that we have a way to do so, can we really ignore the will of the force?"

"Very well, I agree that we should use this to our benefit." Vrook glanced at Bastila and then at Vandar. "But I do have one question. How are we going to repair the damage to Revan's mind? Without any guidance we will never find the memories we need in that mess."

"Hmmm, you are right of course, Vrook." Vandar gazed at Bastila intently once more, and the young Jedi shuffled uncomfortably. "We must discuss this with the other council members. Bastila, please stay here and tend to Revan while we discuss your suggestion."

"Yes Master."

Bastila glanced down at her glass and wondered how it had become only half full. She shrugged and accepted Carth's offer of a refill. Settling back, Bastila looked at her audience. Carth had a fascinated expression and was riveted. Jolee, while feigning moderate interest, had nevertheless shuffled closer. She smiled slightly, the thought that she might be a good storyteller had never occurred to her before.

"It took them two days to decide what to do... I looked after Revan all that time with the assistance of the medibots. It was lonely there, no one else was allowed to know that Revan had survived." She clutched the glass and stared into its depths once more. "Eventually I was summoned to the council chambers. It was there that I got quite a shock."

"Ahh Bastila." Vandar smiled as she walked into the council chamber. "We have been examining the Jedi archives and have found something that may just work."

"You... you can save his mind Master?" She sighed in relief, only to feel her heart sink at their expressions. "Is there something wrong?"

"The damage to Revan's mind is extreme young one." Doruk looked at her with sad eyes. "I have been through every Jedi discipline to find one that may restore his mind. There is one that we may be able to use," Dorak glanced at Vandar who nodded. "But to do so, we need your help."

"What must I do?" She asked, puzzled.

"The damage to Revan's mind is irreversible," Vandar watched her expression soften and sighed. "The only way we can save him is to use a very old discipline from the archives. Even then, the chances are it will only provide basic abilities."

"Basic?" She stared at him in growing unease.

"To create a whole new personality as varied as you or I is not within our abilities." Vrook told her quietly. "Revan will be able to walk, talk a little and feed himself. To do anymore is practically impossible."

"That's all?" She shook her head. "What about his memory?"

"This basic personality should allow the fragments of memory to surface." Dorak consulted a datacube and then placed it on his belt. "The Jedi Masters on Coruscant should be able to use the mind we build, to access them. First, we must repair the damage, as much as we can. Bastila, we have to ask you to help us do this." Dorak pulled the cube from his belt once more. "The discipline I have discovered is complex and will require many days of preparation. What it does... I don't really know. The data that stored information in detail over what it does is missing. I am also having trouble decoding the name that the ancient Jedi gave this discipline, the damage of the holocron that this came from has caused corruption to enter into sections. We are attempting to repair the data and so far the word reflect and possibly energy appear, but even those, I cannot guarantee are the right words. .

"That's it?" Bastila's voice was shocked and she looked at their faces in dismay. "We know nothing else about what it does?"

"I do know that it will heal his mind, but how is unknown to me and possibly lost. All I can translate is that it will erase, and yet heal his mind. Everything else has been corrupted and we were lucky that the actual discipline procedure was kept on another holocron."" Dorak glanced at Vrook and Vandar and then turned back to Bastila If we do use this then, as I have said, we will need your help. The discipline requires a Jedi to form a bond with the subject. As you have already done this...."

"I see. If I do this..." She looked around the room and found herself unable to keep the repulsed tone from her voice. "This bond will eventually disperse anyway? I do not want to be bonded for life to such a dark soul."

Vandar glanced at the others and they nodded, all except Zhar, whose face was troubled. "Yes, it should." Vandar said quietly. "We cannot promise anything, but we can assist as much as possible in the healing process, take as much of the need for force energy this will create, from your shoulders. But we cannot do this without you. Will you help us young Bastila?"

"Very well, I will help you, Masters." Bastila bowed at them and looking up her face set into a determined frown. "How do we save his life?"

"And that's what roughly happened," Bastila said shrugging. "I and the council performed the discipline and Revan's mind was healed, in a way. We assumed that the personality would be able to do menial tasks, such as look after himself."

"Well, I could make a crack about how Revan seems pretty basic even now," Jolee muttered with a smile. "But anyone can see that he's far more than that."

"Yes. Revan's mind began to well... heal itself further. I could sense so much growth, a sense of being. When I told the council they were s shocked and Vandar found something both intriguing and worrying. His mind hungered for memories, to tell him who he was. The council gave them to him to prevent his emerging personality being damaged by a total lack of past or worse discovering that he had once been a Sith lord." She paused and gazed at her two friends. "Who he is now... I, nor the council, have any idea where he came from."
"Well, how similar is Revan 'now' to who he was 'then'?" Carth asked with fascination.

"There are similarities," Bastila admitted. "But there is also so much that is different. Emotions, desires, his morality... are all subtly unique to him. It is unnerving to me, even though I love him, how different he is to the Revan I once met."

"Wow, is that why you were disturbed on Dantooine?" Carth asked her and she tilted her head in question. "The day after you presented him to the council. You seemed upset."

"No, that was different." Bastila smiled faintly. "I had been assured by the council, that the bond would eventually dissipate. So, imagine my shock when I shared a memory of his past. I was a little horrified, both by Revan's dream, his feeling's at that point and also by the fact that the bond remained and decided to announce itself that way."

"I'll bet." Jolee said with a shake of his head. "Damn council, they can really lie when they need to. Huh, we may as well be no better than the Sith."

"Jolee," She admonished slightly. "I think they genuinely believed, well hoped anyway, that the bond would fade. I can't blame them for it's strengthening. It was my choice to save him on the bridge, my choice to heal his mind. That must have bound our souls together in ways I can't even imagine. Regardless, I... I am pleased we are forever linked this way."

"You say that now," Jolee grinned and slid a sideways glance at Carth. "But I'll bet it'll tick you off more than once."

"Perhaps," Bastila prepared herself to be gently ragged on and shook her head. "So far, now that I am growing accustomed to it, I have found it... pleasurable."

"Hmmm, I guessed as much from the little episode on Coruscant." Jolee smirked at her sudden blush. "Regardless, I'm glad that you two have found one another. Every time I see you together, it reminds me of the good times with Nayama."

"Well, I'll admit I'm fascinated by all this stuff about Revan's past." Carth sat back as the droids cleared the starters away and began to roll in with the main course. "I'll have to ask him how he feels, now they've given him an idea of what happened."

"If you do..." Bastila waved her hand in a breaking gesture. "Do it gently, please. He is... disturbed by this, as he has every right to be." She paused and glanced at Jolee with a guilty look. "You could say that all the pain that he has been exposed to... that was probably my fault."

"Don't be daft kid, you gave him a shot at redemption and he took it." Jolee looked at her pained face and sighed, smiled. "If it's any consolation, you gave him something much more precious that makes up for it in every way."

She frowned and looked at him. "What?"

"Love, kid, love." Jolee smiled at her sudden blush. "True love is rarer than anything, I should know. It's a pleasure to finally see two young kids such as yourself find it. Warms an old mans heart."

"As for me," Carth smiled at her as she turned her head. "I'm not going to go in guns blazing, I promise. I just... want to know what he thinks about all this." He shrugged and turned to Jolee with a grin. "Your turn old man. Before you came on board I got a message from one Jedi Master Sunrider, care to explain why she asked me to take special care of you?"

"Well, ahem." Jolee harrumphed and Bastila hid a smile. "It's like this..."

The rest of the meal had passed with pleasant chit-chat, and opinions about the Sith's goals now that the forge had been taken out. It was seven in the evening, by the time Bastila and Jolee managed to get to their assigned quarters. Serrvul had thoughtfully placed them in cabins that adjoined a small room equipped as a smoothly decorated meditation room.

Bastila, after having a long relaxing soak under her cabin refresher and marvelling at the large view port through which she could see the swirl of hyperspace, walked gently to the door linking the room to her cabin and stepped through. She'd decided in the mirror that the bathrobe would make a fine meditation aid and it kept her warm in the cool air from the eviron-plant. As she settled down to meditate, a gentle click echoed from the other side and Jolee smiled at her as he poked his head around the doorframe.

"Mind if an old man joins you?"

"Jolee... you're my Master, of course you can join me."

"Less of the Master kid, and thanks." He sat down opposite her and watched as she pulled her hair gently away from her face. "So, would you like to learn the first lesson from a wise old man?"

Bastila looked at him and nodded. "Yes, I think I'm ready. But it depends on you."

"Kid, I know you're not going to rush things, so stop trying to sound apologetic for wanting to help yourself." He looked at her face until he was sure she understood and settled back. "Right, now get settled and we'll do some light meditation. This will be the first lesson."

"Yes, mas... Jolee," Bastila settled her long legs into a more comfortable position. "I am ready."

"Yeah kid, you always were." Jolee smiled at her and nodded. "Right, here we go. Now I told you that the code had changed..."

Bastila nodded.

"Okay," Jolee closed his eyes. "Now, I think the code I learned in my youth will help you a lot more than the one they teach now. It's subtly different, but enough that I think it will help. Once you've learned it and meditated on the significance of it's words, I'll teach you my way of control."

"Why did it change?" Bastila asked him and Jolee frowned slightly. "I'm sorry, I'm curious."

"No, no it's fine." He paused and thought back. "The code changed after the battle with Exar Kuhn. I suppose as to why... well, it was to do with the emotions some Jedi allowed themselves to feel. It's my own opinion, but I think it was because they feared it was this... freedom with emotion that caused the war. So, they decided to stop all Jedi from feeling any." He sighed and shook his head. "Daft I call it. How do you stop someone falling in love, or feeling compassion, anger and the rest? You can't, so you have to learn, to teach them, how to step back from them. That's what I hope I'll be able to teach you kid. Now, you ready for the code?"

"Yes, I'm ready." Bastila closed her eyes and Jolee's gravely voice slipped into a softer tone.

"Repeat and remember." He closed his eyes once more. "Emotion, yet peace. Ignorance, yet knowledge. Passion, yet serenity. Chaos, yet harmony. Death, yet the Force."

Bastila felt the words slip into her and she repeated them inside her head again and again. They were so alike, the two codes, yet each was subtly different. She settled back and felt the words echo around inside her. In this dreamlike state, she felt herself slip slowly towards a deeper meditative focus. The force whispered to her, tugged at her gently and she could see the bond linking Revan and herself shimmer away into the swirling energy of the galaxy. She felt at peace and wryly thought that it had been some time since she had.

With a sigh she slipped even deeper and gasped as a sudden cold feeling crept over her. It was alien and she knew, somehow, that the force was sending her a premonition, a vision of the future.

"No!" She shuddered as Revan's voice slammed into her, the emotion mingled with it was of terror, numbing terror and she wanted to pull back... but the force held her. "No this can't be happening, it can't!"

"The darkside is so powerful Revan, can you not feel it ripping at your heart?" The second voice was cold, sadistic and malevolent and Bastila felt only gloating pleasure from it. "I took the greatest thing you have, away from you... how does that make you feel?"

Even as the words faded, Bastila felt a sudden tug of the darkside, it swirled around her, and poured itself, like a dark fluid, over her body and face. She tugged at it in terror and as it began to trickle down her throat let out a scream of fear.

"Kid, hey kid... Bastila wake up honey come on!"

"I... I, no Revan! I oh what... what?" Disorientated, she looked up to see Jolee, his face as white as a sheet, hunched over her.

"It's okay kid, you're on the Spires Spirit, remember?" She focused on Jolee's concerned face and shivered as the vision of... whatever that had been, slipped away. "What happened?"

"I had a... a vision of something," she paused and rubbed a hand across her forehead. "One second I was at peace and the next... I felt cold and frightened. It was Revan and he was in danger..."

Jolee looked at her and shook his head.

"Well, I've had one or two force visions in my time," His own memory slipped the vision he and Juhani had once had on Rakatan. The sheer anger that Bastila's mind had contained in it had shocked him. "Whatever it was is important. Any idea when it was set?"

Bastila shook her head. "No. But I think I might have been there..." She looked at him. "Do you think I should warn Revan or the council about this?"

"Well, it depends... was it something specific?"

"Not really. But it was terrible," She shivered and looked at him. "Something is coming Jolee, something dark... I saw it, felt it. But you're right, it was so blurred, so vague."

"Then it may have been a flash of something far in the future," Jolee looked at her and shrugged. "Regardless, you can't warn Revan as you don't know what's going to happen. Look, all I can suggest is that you and I will keep an eye on Revan when we next join up. He was obviously involved, the way you kept yelling his name. Humph, it seems the force has still got plans for him, I wish I knew what they were. Anyway, I'll Comm Nomi and let her know what's happened. I trust her and she'll know who to inform on both Coruscant and Dantooine."

"I suppose that's the best we can do. But still, I'm concerned Jolee."

"I know kid, but for now all we can do is the job we were sent here to do. Concentrate on preparing yourself for battle meditation for now. We'll discuss this vision later, okay?"

"You really are Master material," Bastila said with a soft smile and Jolee grunted. "I think I'm lucky to have you assigned to me."

"Yeah, yeah, no need to rub it in," he said with a snort. "Now it's late and old men like me need their sleep. So do uppity young Jedi with special gifts, bed young lady!"

"Yes Jolee," Bastila watched him fondly as he wandered into his room and the door hissed shut quietly behind him. She slowly rose to her own feet, but paused as the lingering chill of the vision the force had gifted to her slipped across her spine.

"I pray that Jolee is right and it is a warning rather than a toll of doom. Still, even if you can't hear me my love... Be safe, I beg of you." She wished, hoping that if not the words then the feeling attached would keep him safe. With a sigh, Bastila slowly walked to the door of her quarters and stepped through. Jolee was right, she had to prepare her battle meditation and also cope with the lessons he was sure to throw at her, so she would need all the sleep she could get.

Three weeks later. Alderran to Taris trade route.

"Rev get up here!" Mission struggled with the Hawks controls, as the Navicom shrilly chimed through the whole ship. Revan ran as fast as possible to the cockpit and felt Canderous and Juhani slip beside him. "We've just run into a whole heap of Bantha poodoo!"

"Sith interdictor ship," Canderous muttered with satisfaction. "No wonder they were able to take out the cargo ships and their crews."

"Rev, the cargo hauliers are preparing to repel borders," Mission looked up at him, her young face determined. "Taris needs those supplies, so how do we stop the Interdictor from blasting them?"

"First things first, we have to stop the boarding crews." Revan looked at Juhani. She nodded and turned back to the crew annex, he glanced at Canderous as the old Mandalorian grinned in anticipation. "Canderous, get ready for action. Mission, I need you to stay here and pilot the Hawk."

"But," She began and he chopped his hand at her.

"No buts! If I'm right, they'll try to board us in staggered timings, try to overwhelm us with carefully plotted numbers. We'll have to deal with them in turn, and also take out as many transports as possible. That's your job Mish, blast as many as possible out of the sky while my team deals with any boarding parties who make it."

"Okay, but who's gonna be gunner? I can't fly and shoot at the same time."

"HK. He's got the accuracy."

"Smooth!" Mission nodded, pleased to be once again a part of this mission. "I won't let ya down Rev."

"I know you won't, Mission. Once we deal with the first boarding, pick us up and transport us to the next one. Keep an eye on the comm as well. We have to meet the dark Jedi, the republic troopers can handle the standard Sith. While this is going on, I hope the second phase is happening."

"Second phase?" Mission asked and Revan shook his head.

"No time," Revan pulled the sabre from his belt and squeezed Mission gently on the shoulder. "Lets do this, Taris needs those supplies more than the Sith ever will."

He strode to the crew compartment even as the Hawk suddenly veered violently, Mission must have seen a transport heading for one of the cargo ships. Looking up from checking his lightsabre, he saw Juhani, Quatra and Selyne all staring at him.

"Ready?" Juhani asked him with the familiar fiery glow in her eyes. "We must defend the cargo!"

"I'm ready, what about you two?" He nodded at Quatra and Selyne and they both nodded back. "Very well. Seleyne, stick close. Until I know how well you can handle yourself in combat I want you where I can keep an eye on you."

"Yes, Revan." Seleyne bristled slightly, but nodded. "I'm ready for anything!"

"Quatra, they'll be expecting us when we charge down the Hawks exit ramp. So we'll all have to be careful."

"I've got an idea Revan," Canderous, decked out in a pristine suit of Mandalorian armour and carrying the two combat blades Revan had purchased for him on Yavin, grinned and tossed a sphere of metal at him. "Chuck this out there before we charge!"

Revan glanced down and had to smile, as a thermal detonator smiled back at him. Carefully, he tucked it into a small mesh pouch on his belt and nodded. Just as he was about to suggest they move to the boarding ramp, HK walked in."

"Statement: Master, I still say I should go with you!" The three Jedi and Mandalorian watched as the red droid actually fumed at his creator. "I cannot protect your vital functions if we are separated!"

"HK I told you, I'll be fine. I need you to look after Mission."

"Annoyance: Master, she is not my... Master, you are! She is not the one who, when terminated, will activate my auto shutdown chip!"

"HK I'll be fine. Now, get on those gun turrets, we have to protect the convoy and crews!"

"Supplication: Very well Master. Please be careful, I do not wish our reunion to be cut short due to carelessness."

"Go HK!" Revan sighed as the droid ran off with surprising speed, and shaking his head, shook out his muscles for the combat to come.

"Rev, I've got a comm call from the capital cargo ship 'Dantooine's dream'." Mission yelled from the cockpit. "She's under attack by a Sith boarding party, the Captain is reporting Jedi among them."

"Okay everyone, let's go! Mission get us in there!" He felt the Hawk flip in a wide loop and hurtle at high speed in another direction, as the inertial compensator struggled with Missions hard manoeuvre. With a roar of engine power, the Hawk slammed down onto one of the huge cargo ships docking bays. There was a pause as the shield around her buzzed with Sith small arms fire and then the returning "krechow" of the Hawks auto gun security systems echoing across the hull.

Revan yanked the detonator from his pocket and threw it as hard and as far as his Jedi enhanced muscles would allow. The grenade flew with a high pitched spinning sound into the cargo hold, where it's arrival caused many screams of horror. The detonation echoed through the ramp and Revan snapped on his sabre, followed by the other Jedi. Canderous span his assault blades, his eyes gleaming in anticipation.

"Now!" Revan yelled and, with a burst of force speed, charged down the corridor into a large force of suddenly disorientated Sith troopers and dark Jedi. A flash of force energy rippled from himself and Quatra simultaneously blowing bodies across the vast hanger in a mass of flailing arms and legs.

Juhani span across the sky in a whirl spinning lightsabre blade and two dark Jedi screamed in pain as she slammed into them, slicing them apart cleanly. She glanced around the cavernous bay, only to spin and engage another group trying to flank Revan and Quatra.

Canderous followed behind, pausing only to cleave the arm of a Sith trooper who fumbled with his gun in desperation. Even as the trooper shirked in terror at his suddenly missing appendage, Canderous charged into another group of five troopers with a battle yell that had two running in fear.

Revan, fighting three dark Jedi, dodged burning sabre beams of energy with a speed that was inhuman, even by Jedi standards. He called on the force at his disposal and one of the Jedi froze in stasis. The Jedi standing next to him yelled in rage and swung his sabre in a hard arc towards Revan's face. Revan ducked quickly, his dual blade spinning upward in an unstoppable arc and the Jedi let out a scream that ended in a gurgle as Revan's blade split him from the abdomen to the chest.

Revan had not time to regret or mourn the carnage they were causing to other living beings, the battle was so hectic that he had no time to think. Even as the Jedi's remains crumpled, the unfrozen Jedi took his place, a savage look of hate marring his features. Revan ducked as the Jedi flung his sabre towards him and as its blade span past him in an arcing wave of light he moved to engage the defenceless Jedi.

"Surrender." Revan requested.

The dark Jedi growled enraged. Extending his fingers, forks of lightening burst from them and twisted their way towards Revan. They snapped uselessly against Revan's outstretched sabre blade. With a deep sigh, Revan concentrated and the Jedi flew away from him with a scream, crashing into the hanger wall.

Only the final Jedi remained. Still paralysed by the force, the dark Jedi could only watch as Revan walked across to her. He stood quietly, looking at her angry and terrified face and then, with a shake of his head, Revan brought the hilt of his sabre hard against her skull. She slumped to the floor, out cold, and he turned to examine the battle.

Juhani was smashing into the remaining Jedi with vigour. Even with the battle around him, Revan could see how much she was enjoying herself. She was a warrior and in battle all her doubts vanished, replaced by a steely coolness. He watched as she calmly duelled with a much larger Jedi. Her style was a blend of Cathar martial art and Jedi duelling techniques, it used his own strength against him to an impressive success. Even as he swung against her, the Cathar flipped into a low crouch and span to sweep his legs from under him.

Quatra was weaker in sabre combat, her consular skills focusing on the Jedi arts, unlike her protege. Despite this, she was just as capable as Juhani. Her skills in the force made her formidable and Revan watched impressed as she paralysed and then force waved a group of four dark Jedi into unconsciousness. Another Jedi sneaking up behind her was surprised to find her sabre flying though the air towards him, she'd thrown it like a boomerang. She was fine.

His Padawan was also a surprise. Selyne was a capable duellist, almost as skilled as Juhani. She also seemed to have quite a ability using the force if the slumped dark Jedi around her were any indication. Revan thought he'd have to keep her close during this mission and in the near future. Looking at her now, he'd revised his opinion.

Canderous was also busy slicing through the remaining Sith troopers. Unlike the Jedi, his own battle arts didn't bother with trying to incapacitate his enemy, when he hit an enemy they went down, permanently. Despite this, Canderous did seem to have changed during his time with him. Revan watched as a thermal detonator, thrown by one of the troopers at a female republic soldier, was quickly kicked by Canderous back to its thrower and the explosion echoed around the bay. Canderous turned to the exhausted trooper and grinned.

"Got your back girl. Come on, lots of troopers to mop up yet!"

Revan would have agreed, except that the number of troopers and Jedi were rapidly beginning to diminish. He watched in satisfaction as the last few suddenly dropped their weapons and held their hands in the air. Canderous shrugged and turned to help Juhani and Quatra mop up the remaining few dark Jedi.

A sudden chime for his personal com unit made Revan frown. He flipped it out and with a click spoke into it.

"Mission?"

"Rev," Mission's voice sounded worried and, for a second, Revan thought that she was in deep trouble, especially as an explosion sounded over the unit's tiny speaker.

"Statement: Take that you pitiful meatbag!" HK's voice suddenly crackled across the comm. "Request: Miss Mission, I would appreciate you using your very basic pilot skills to find me another target!"

"Shut up!" Mission snapped. "Revan, I've just got a comm call from the cargo haulier's command deck. The attack you've just stunted was a diversion, the real squad of Jedi are assaulting the deck that leads to the bridge. They know that Captain Denara is co-ordinating the defence. If they get her, then the soldiers defending the ships will crumble without her battle plan and co-ordination!"

"Damn," Revan turned as Canderous and his Jedi friends walked up to him, the remaining troopers and unconscious Sith Jedi were being escorted and dragged by the Republic troopers to the brig. "Mission, I need you to fly away from the escort until you're outside the jamming field. Then broadcast code gamma echo red 4 on republic channel six."

"Okay...." Mission sounded reluctant and confused. "Hurry Revan. The Commander says that the leader of this group is a Sith Master. He's lost twenty soldiers to his force powers already. Apparently, he's really skilled in force lightning. Just be careful okay?"

"We will, now hurry Mission!"

"I'm gone!" With a click, Mission ended transmission.

Revan glanced around at his friends, judging their exhaustion. While tired, both Juhani and Quatra looked determined and alert. Selyne, to his surprise, looked as fresh as she had at the beginning of battle. Only a faint sheen of sweat marred her red hair, other than that she was unharmed... almost eager.

"Selyne, are you okay?" Revan asked her and she turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow. "For a Padawan you showed some real skill with your sabre blade."

"I took lessons from Master Zhar." She muttered to him as she bent down to check her sabre hilt, suddenly calm and composed. "Plus, when Sith attack your home you find out just how skilled you are, and you learn how to survive in combat or you die. I chose to learn."

Revan felt embarrassed and placed a hand gently on her shoulder. She flinched for a second and reaching up, pulled it gently away.

"We should prepare for whatever awaits us on the command deck mas... Revan. Plus, we really should go, right now!"

Revan nodded and glancing at Juhani and Quatra, they all began to run towards the main turbolift. Canderous carefully wiped the blood from his assault blades with a tunic fragment form one of the Sith and ambled after them.