Part 3.

"Sir, we can't hold then back! Commander Terik. They have sabre's Sir! Every laser bolt we send at them is bounced back! What are we gonna do?"

"We..." Terik Judara, a Commander with sixteen years service, glanced up at the panicked soldier and grimaced. His dark brown eyes stared into the pale face of the soldier with understanding and he ran a hand through his sweaty blond hair. "We have to..." He began, only to be drowned out by a stiff female voice.

"We hold the line soldier, hold then back until we can't hold a blaster anymore!" Captain Denara, a powerfully built woman with icy blue eyes and almost black hair, strode forwards out of the bridge hatch, her hands curled tightly around her own personal pistol. "I've just heard from the young Twi'lek with Jedi Revan, they're on there way. Get back to your position and keep the Sith back, I know you can."

"Y... Yes Captain." The soldier saluted and ran back down the corridor and Denara's gaze followed him along the corridor, examining the soldiers lining the only way to the bridge. The blast door slammed shut behind him and she sighed.

"Are they really coming ma'am?" Terik looked at her face, drawn and worried and sighed. He'd worked with her for a few months and had a handle on interpreting her emotions. "Are they going to get here in time?"

"I don't know. Vao said they were on their way and that was it. Will they reach us before that bastard does?" Denara shivered at the memory of seeing six republic soldiers actually fry in their metal armour as the Sith Master had shot lightening into her group. "I have no idea. Hell, they may not even be able to beat him."

A sudden thumping sound at the blast door at the far end of the corridor made her, Terik and the lining soldiers turn their attention to it. Even as they watched, a dent began to appear in the metal of the door.

"Combat stations everyone," Denara yelled and trained her pistol on the bulging door.

The thumping slowed and then suddenly stopped. As the group watched, the blast door suddenly twisted and bent. Over twenty inches of reinforced battle steel bent and wrinkled from some huge force.

"Force save us." she whispered and, with a shudder, focused on the disintegrating steel.

With a crack of breaking metal, the door was yanked backwards, exposing the corridor behind. Denara gasped in horror. Hanging in the grip of the force was the mangled bloody corpse of the soldier she had been taking too a few minutes back. His body had been pulped almost beyond recognition and as her eyes descended to the battered remains of the blast door and the slimy red stain marring the dent in the middle of it, she realised what had happened. Her stomach lurched and she forced her eyes up to the terrible scene of carnage behind the messy remains.

Her remaining forces behind the door lay in puddles of blood, some missing limbs. The reason for the carnage lay in front of her. A group of eight robed figures; hands raised towards the doorway, stood in the puddles of blood. She shook her head, they were obviously dark Jedi. The Dark Jedi were all grinning, amused by the token resistance they must have come up against, and they slowly lowered their raised hands, the blue glow of the force slowly fading as the blast door fell to the deck with a loud clang.

In the middle of them stood a much taller figure, wearing silver battle armour daubed with various fluids. His hand was still raised and the soldier's body flew to smash with a thud into the ship's hull as he waved it dismissively.

"Ahh, Captain Denara. Surrender or die!" The Sith Master smiled coldly. "I promise that I'll make your death quick... once I've raped your mind for the security codes to the other cargo hauliers. After all, we need as many of the supplies intact as possible."

Denara shivered at his gloating tone and raising her blaster fired a single shot towards the group. With a smooth motion, they all as one ignited their sabre blades and one of the Jedi at the front of the group deflected the bolt back towards the soldiers lining the corridor and one of them crumpled with a gurgle as the bolt smashed into his unprotected eye.

"Tch, tch. Now I suppose I'll have to make your death as painful as possible." The Master ignited his own red blade and turned to the Jedi surrounding him. "I want Denara alive. As for the others, kill them painfully."

Denara felt the blood drain from her face as the Jedi began to walk towards her and the group of soldiers. She knew this was a battle they couldn't win, but the supplies on the other cargo hauliers may survive the battle if only they didn't capture her alive. Shivering, she watched in growing defeat as the dark Jedi walked into her firing soldiers like a force of nature. She closed her eyes against the terrible screams as the first group was cut down brutally.

"Pitiful." The Sith Master began to laugh as the last few soldiers between him and Denara ran away form his forces and formed a single line between them. "You have no hope of defeating me!"

Denara closed her eyes and fought back the tears of defeat she could feel. Despite all they had done the Jedi would arrive too..."

"They may not," A deep exotic female voice announced clearly. "But we do, you Sith scum. Come, try your skill against Jedi of the light!"

"Ahh, more pitiful Jedi Padawan's sent to test me?" He laughed and stared at Denara's suddenly hopeful face. "I killed the last lot they sent to me. Personally!"

The Sith Master turned towards the sound of the voice. His face, however, paled at the sight that met his eyes. The young Cathar in a red knight's tunic, she who had obviously spoken, stood proudly next to a white haired female in a Master's robe and a red haired Jedi Padawan who seemed to carry herself with more skill than her rank described. All, however, paled at the sight of a very familiar face, one he had seen on almost all the holochannels since the defeat of Malak. Now, standing before him, Revan was even more imposing.

"Jedi Revan, betrayer of the Sith." He muttered and felt the consternation of his troops as they too recognised the face coolly staring at them.

"Revan, yes, Betrayer?" Revan grinned at him and his sabre snapped into life as the Sith Master activated his own blade. "Well I would be, if I could remember being the dark lord. But I am Revan. Now, you surrender and I will spare your lives."

The Master held out his hand and an arc of lightening shot towards the Jedi. Revan calmly extended one shining white blade of his dual sabre and the lightning arced itself onto it with a crackle of ozone. Surprised, he tried again and once more the power crackled harmlessly onto the energy blade of Revan's sabre. With a growl of anger, the Sith Master glared around him at his suddenly reluctant dark Jedi.

"I will deal with Revan, you kill the others. Remember there is no weakness amongst the Sith, you will defeat the three easily."

At his words, the Sith glanced amongst each other. Three moved towards the group of Revan's friends, only to pause as the Jedi all ignited their blades together and the Mandalorian with them span the blades he held with a swiftness almost like that of a Jedi.

"I am Jedi Master Quatra, this is Juhani and Selyne. The Mandalorian is Canderous of the clan Ordo." Quatra stepped forwards and the Sith Jedi crouched into defensive stances. "If you surrender, I promise you will not be harmed. But, we will defend the soldiers of the Republic and ourselves if we must."

The Sith Master watched as the three dark Jedi glanced at each other nervously and he snarled, enraged.

"Attack them damn you!" He turned to Revan, who stood in a loose defensive stance and raised his sabre. "I will show you how weak the light is compared to the power of the dark. This pitiful Jedi was once Revan, lord of the Sith. Now, watch as I kill him!"

The Sith Master launched himself at Revan, who caught the swinging sabre blade gently against his own and with a calm side step and adjustment of his sabre blade, turned the attack into a subtle parry. The Master hissed in pain as his own blade skittered along Revan's and slashed across his left wrist. Angry, he screamed defiance at the Jedi before him and began to slash in a chaotic pattern. He charged towards Revan as he did so, trying to take the Jedi through strength. Revan brought his dual blades up once more, each strong swing by the Sith Master deflected through skill, the power turned to reflect away from Revan harmlessly. Exhausted for a few moments, the Sith Master fell back, watched by his own Jedi with growing unease.

"You... you are strong Revan. I thought that your fall to the light would make you weak. I see now that it has allowed you to retain your power. I see now why we must seek to bring you back." He watched as Revan's face twisted in surprise and grinned. "We belong to more than you know, Revan. Malak was a fool to think that all the Sith would allow him to usurp the mantle forever."

"What do you mean?" Revan asked in growing unease and the Master chuckled.

"No, no answers will you get from me Jedi knight!" He raised his blade and spun it tauntingly. "I will either kill you here, or die trying to fulfil my mission. I will not betray the brethren!"

He charged quickly at Revan in a sudden violent attack that caught the Jedi off guard. His red blade managed to slip past Revan's own defences to graze across the knight's ribs, making him yelp in pain. It was a short-lived victory.

Revan's adrenaline kicked in, sharpening the knight's already excellent reflexes even further. The next blow by the Sith Master was deflected by a lightening fast parry. The white blade of Revan's sabre slashed across the dark Masters tunic and it was his turn to cry out as Revan's blade seared a huge arc across the flesh it found there. The blades clashed once more and again the deflection caused the Master to cry out in pain, this time his ear had been cleaved by the tip of Revan's blade. He fell back, clutching the side of his face.

"You are good."

Revan looked at the dark Jedi around them and realised that many had dropped their lightsabre's while the battle between him and their Master had raged.

"I had an excellent teacher, both in this and my previous life." He glanced around and raised his voice. "If you surrender now, all of you, then I promise I will see that you get fair trials."

"What an offer." The Sith Master shook his head and sneered at Revan. "I will not yield to you Revan. We finish this now, one last time!"

He ran at Revan, his humming sabre blade outstretched directly in front of him in a last ditch attempt to vanquish the Jedi before him. Revan sighed in reluctance and with a simple side step, avoided the blade rushing towards him. His own dual blades swung round at an incredible speed. The Sith Master had enough time to utter a single high pitched cry of terror before Revan's blades bit into and through is neck. With a hiss of cauterised tissue, his body fell to the floor, the head rolling off it with a thump to rest at the feet of the horrified dark Jedi.

"We surrender." One cried suddenly, dropping his lightsabre. The other dark Jedi glanced at each other and then at Revan and his own squad of Jedi. With a crash of metal, they all dropped their remaining weapons and raised their hands. Revan turned to Denara.

"Sorry it took so long to get here Captain. We had to finish clearing up the hanger deck before we could get to you." He glanced at the dark Jedi; their hands still raised. "Have you got enough soldiers to take these people into custody?"

"Yes Master Revan," Denara nodded and waved a hand at her remaining soldiers who began to escort the group of dark Jedi down the corridor to the brig.

"Juhani, go with them. I don't want those Jedi getting any ideas." Juhani nodded and Revan turned back to Denara. "Did we loose many troops?"

"Too many," Denara said quietly, looking down at the crumpled corpses. "I hope this will be the end of these damn attacks. Speaking of which we still have the small matter of a Sith interdictor to deal with. As far as I know, the cargo ships under my command don't have sufficient weaponry to deal with that. When they realise their Jedi boarding teams have been defeated, what's to stop them from blowing us into atoms?"

"I've got it covered." Revan muttered and flicked on his personal comm. "Mission?"

"Yeah Rev, I've sent the message you asked me too, and I'm on my way back with the little surprise the Republic's laid on for the Sith. ETA, ten seconds."

"Roger that," Revan clicked the comm off and turned to Quatra. "What do you think he was taking about when he mentioned the Brethren?"

"I have no idea, but whatever it was spells trouble for the Jedi... and for you." She shook her head and glanced at Denara. "First a spy in the heart of the council who is more than likely responsible for the previous losses of cargo and now they're up to something else. We should all be careful, especially you, Revan."

"Sir!" A soldier ran in from the bridge. "The interdictor is under attack from eight squads of bombers and fighters." His face creased into a relieved grin. "We're going to live!"

"Would this be the surprise you had planned Revan?" Denara glanced at the Jedi, who shrugged. "You could have let me in on this."

"I would have, except this was a last minute idea of Admiral Dodonna." Revan watched through the view port as the interdictor was assaulted by multiple proton torpedoes and began to list to one side. "Personally I'm glad she did, I can do many things, even more with my friends, but assaulting an entire interdictor crew... that's a little beyond me, or them."

"Rev, the interdictor is crippled." Mission's voice chimed across the comm unit. "The Sith are negotiating with the lead pilot over surrender terms. Hang on a sec, yeah okay. Rev, the crew have surrendered, the Captain of the ship wants to talk to Captain Denara in person."

"Roger that, Mission. Pick us up will you?" Revan turned to Denara who raised an eyebrow. "Mind if I tag along? I want to be there in case they try anything."

"Very well, Master Jedi." Denara turned to Terik. "Commander, take command of the cargo ship and the Sith prisoners. Master Revan, Master Quatra and myself will go over to the Sith interdictor. Inform the wing leader of the fighters to adopt an escort pattern around the interdictor, but also to keep his weapons trained on the damn thing. If we don't call back within five minutes, order him to fire."

"Yes Captain."

Denara turned to Revan and smiled. "Shall we?"

Interdictor Vessel: Dominator, five minutes later.

"Damn you!" Denara stood politely, hands behind her back, as the Sith Captain glared at her with hatred. "I should have known that these supply trips were a trap. How long have you been waiting to pounce?"

"Not at all Captain. The republic just takes a dim view of losing so many good people and supplies to the Sith when Taris needs them. You pushed, we pushed back with the assistance of the Jedi. Now, if you would be so good as to surrender, I shall instruct the fighters to stand down."

"Terik to Denara." The Commander's voice hummed across the comm. "Just for your information Sir, a Republic cruiser has just hypered into the area. They are here to take command of the interdictor and escort it to Coruscant for re-crewing."

"Very well," Denara glanced up at the seething Sith Captain and cocked an eyebrow. "Sir?"

"Very well, curse you!" The Captain flicked the internal communications on and spoke sharply into it. "This is the Captain, we will stand down and prepare to be boarded. All crew and troopers are to obey this order! The Republic has too many fighters, bombers and a cruiser for us to fight our way out. Nevertheless, the Sith shall eventually triumph, and we shall be free. Out."

"Very nicely done Captain," Revan spoke up, leaning against the console. The Captain stiffened and glanced at the Jedi. "If this is done with minimal bloodshed then I'm all for it. Now, tell me why you have two hundred very frightened, hungry and desperate civilians locked in your hold please."

"What?" The Captain's face slackened and he stared at Revan in horror. "How do you..."

"I am a Jedi, Sir." Revan's voice tightened slightly. "I could feel their terror as soon as I stepped on board. Now, where did you get this many slaves... and where were you going to take them?"

"I... I refuse to answer." The Captain muttered and then gave a gasp of surprise as he felt unseen hands spin him around. "What the..."

"Where!" Quatra asked loudly, also struggling to repress the terrible emotions flowing from below decks. "I am trying to protect you, Captain. There is a Jedi who used to be my apprentice and she takes a very dim view of slavery. If she finds out about this, then I'll have to use all my skill to stop you ending up as bantha fodder. Now, where are they!"

"Deck 56, storage bay 234." The Sith Captain glanced at Denara. "I refuse to answer any more questions."

"Very well." Denara nodded and turned to the four soldiers who had come with them. "Please escort the Captain to his quarters. He is to remain there until the replacement crew come aboard."

"Yes ma'am." They replied and stood politely next to the Captain. "Oh, the other soldiers from the other cargo ships have secured the rest of the ship ma'am. There was little resistance."

"Very well." Denara turned to Revan and Quatra and shrugged. "Come on, let's find these slaves you can sense. The least we can do is get them some food and clothing from the ships stores."

"Right." Revan walked with her into the lift and, after examining the ship diagram, punched in a deck. The lift hissed into action, the counter spinning slowly past each deck. Revan turned to Denara. "I hope the damage the fighters did hasn't caused any fatalities, they hit this ship pretty hard."

With a hiss the lift slowly slid to a halt and Revan and Denara walked out into a long corridor. Revan had a temporary sense of Deja-vu, it was almost identical to the corridors of the Leviathan. He ran his eyes along the labels attached to each door until 'Store: 234' appeared on one. He glanced at Denara and Quatra and with a few taps, unlocked the door. It slid open slowly, and Revan reeled back in shock at the sheer image of despair. Terrified eyes shone in the darkened room at the three. Each one held fear and apprehension, but some showed terror. Worse, were the ones that held a glazed expression, all the humanity they had once possessed, beaten from them. The stench of blood, fear and faeces assaulted them as the slight change in air pressure allowed the rooms air to rush past them in a soft current. For the first time since he had discovered the truth about who he was, Revan felt his stomach lurch and vomit try to slip into his mouth. He coughed and turned away, only to be joined by a pale Quatra and a sickened Denara.

"That, that bastard knew what he was carrying!" Denara muttered and Revan nodded, unable to say anything. "We, we have to get them out of there, we have to!"

"Revan?" A sudden familiar voice echoed down the corridor and Revan looked up in horror. "Revan, I've taken the Sith to the cargo hauliers brig, Mission said you were here. Do you need any help?"

"Juhani?" Quatra gasped and she glanced backwards in apprehension. "Don't come up here!"

"Don't come near you?" The Cathar ambled softly around the corner of the corridor with her usual calm, and for once almost cheerful, expression. "Why not?"

She walked up and for a few seconds, stared at her friends pale faces before turning to stare into the darkened room. For what seemed like an age to Revan, Juhani's suddenly stiff body, her face turned away from him, stared into the pit of hell they'd uncovered. He watched as a single hand raised slightly to press against her mouth and a tiny keening noise that echoed around the corridor slipped from her. Composing himself, Revan stood up and, braving the stench, walked over to his friend and gently pulled her around. He closed his eyes in sympathy as her agony over childhood memories slammed into him, a gasp from Quatra the only sound, as she too felt the terrible pain.

"Ju..." Revan whispered and opening his eyes, stared up at her face. A rictus of pain marred her usually calm expression and the fur under her eyes was wet with the tears that trickled down them. "It's okay, we've got to them before they'll be sold into slavery."

"I... I am a Jedi." She whispered her voice raw. "I should not have these emotions, I should be calm. T... the.... there is no emotion, o...only peace."

"Don't Juhani," Quatra looked at her ward with empathetic sympathy. "It's okay to feel these emotions. Don't bottle the pain up, it makes it worse. Control your emotions but feel them!"

"I do not wish to." Juhani managed, gasps slipping into her voice. "I... want to forget what happened to me!"

"I know," Revan murmured. "When you just want to curl into a ball and scream in anger at the universe for what it's done to you, for what it is doing to you." He sighed and Juhani realised that he was possibly the only one who knew what she was going through. "But it doesn't work that way Ju, we have to struggle on."

He pulled her gently back and gently handed her to Quatra. "We have to get these people out of there and deal with them. Denara, can you see if there are any medics from the cargo ships available? Juhani, Quatra, can you find some emergency ration packs from the barracks on this level?"

"Sure, Revan." Quatra muttered and Denara nodded at him.

"Right. I'll also go and see if I can find some clothing." She turned away from the terrible cargo hold, a determined expression on her face. "Terik, Denara... we have a situation that must take priority here!"

Revan watched her go and glanced at Juhani and Quatra as one escorted the other away form the horrible site. He turned back to the dark room and calling on the force to calm his nerves, stepped through. The whimpers of various races, and sexes assaulted him and all the time he could feel the fear rising from the group. Finally a shuffling figure wandered out of the darkness and stopped in front of him.

"Master Jedi," A male voice whispered hoarsely and Revan nodded. "My name is Danei, I was one of the civilians at the enclave on Dantooine. They captured many of us when they attacked the Jedi."

"So why aren't you at a slave market?" Revan asked reluctantly and the old man chuckled with no humour. "Slave labour, we were being used by the Sith. That's why we're on this ship, they were shipping us back from a Sith base on a tiny planet on the outer rim called Almania. It's where the Sith exchange prisoners to the Exchange for money, supplies, you name it."

Revan sighed and looked around. Now that one of their own was talking to him in a natural manner, many were beginning to shuffle out of the shadows. Revan could only repeat the various Jedi disciplines to prevent himself from breaking into tears. All around he could only see the wounds, injuries and mistreatments that they had obviously had received from the Sith guards.

"Well, you're safe now, all of you are. The republic will be landing a crew onto this ship to take command and medics are on their way to look at your injuries. After that I'm sure you'll be given quarters on this ship while it's taken to Coruscant."

"Thank you Master Jedi." Danei nodded and for the first time, Revan could see a few tiny smiles in the masks around him. "Tell me, you do know about the fifteen Jedi prisoners that are on Almania, yes?"

"What?" Revan looked at him in shock and Danei nodded. "Jedi prisoners? Who?"

"The Sith Jedi on this damn vessel kept talking about it to us. They were gloating over us mortals, always saying how easy it was to capture the very Jedi everyone was hoping would rescue us."

"But they're still alive?" Revan asked him urgently and Danei nodded.

"Oh yes. The men are being used by the Sith there for sabre practice, so I really have no idea how many may still be alive." Danei looked across as Juhani walked slowly into the room, handing out ration bars by the handful. "The females are being used for.... for."

"Oh hell." Revan muttered, the expression on the old man's face more than enough. A fur covered hand gently pressed a ration bar into Danei's hand and Juhani stood softly next to Revan, her face a portrait of undisguised empathy.

"Hello Danei, I'm very glad to see you survived." She whispered and the old man smiled softly.

"Hello Juhani. I'm glad to see you survived also," He took the bar she kept proffering gently from her grasp. "An old caretaker like me was of such little importance to the damn Sith."

"At least you're alive," Juhani said gently and he nodded. "I... I need to know Danei, did Belaya make it?"

"Oh honey, you don't know?" Danei looked at her with tears in his eyes and Juhani stiffened in horror. "She was killed by the Sith, on Dantooine. I saw it myself."

"No!" Juhani cried in pain, and only Revan's quick hand around her waist stopped her from crumbling to the floor. "How!"

"She was trapped by six Sith Masters, Juhani. I thought they were going to butcher her on the spot... so did they." Danei shook his head in recall. "Just as they were about to attack her, another Jedi joined her, a blue Twi'lek. Funny, I recall she was wearing a much more worn and grubby version of their uniform, but she ignited her sabre and stood with Belaya. I've never seen anything like it in all my days at the enclave! She managed to cut down three of them; always protecting Belaya, and when she couldn't hold them back any more, she told her to run while she held them off."

Revan swallowed, he knew who had tried to save Belaya. A woman who thought she had no place amongst people who believed in self sacrifice to protect the weak. "Then what?"

"Well, they attacked her again and this time, one managed to break through her defences." Danei's old face was wrinkled with sadness and his eyes moistened. "He managed to wound her, broke both her legs, after she fell to the floor with force knows how many sabre burns... said something to her that I couldn't hear and then laughed. The others ran after Belaya and it was about five minutes later that... that."

"That what?" Juhani whispered, tears pouring down her face once more.

"That they dragged her body back to the clearing." Danei's own tears trickled down his face as he stared at the young Cathar. "She must have fought like a demon though, Juhani. One was badly wounded and the others all had injuries, I could tell."

"What happened to the Twi'lek?" Revan asked gently and Danei turned to him with a sickened expression.

"Well, she was stuffed in here with us, and we did what we could for her. Bastards kept us in there with no medical supplies, so she had to endure the pain of two broken legs. Poor lass couldn't heal herself, I don't think she knew how. After about a week I think it was, they unloaded her at Almaria. I heard one talk about her new... job." He broke off with a choke and Revan's face paled. "She's still alive, of that I'm sure. The sick bastards have plans for her, said they wanted to turn her into what she feared the most.... Do you know her?"

Revan nodded. "Her name is Yuthura, she was a Sith I managed to turn back to the light. She was a slave, but she escaped from her Master and was found by the Jedi. It was the anger she felt towards slavers that made her fall to the darkside, but she came back to the light when I reminded her of her desire to help them. I suppose they've enslaved her again, a terrible thing for someone who escaped once."

"Then you have to do something young Jedi!" Danei coughed at his exertion and Juhani gently helped him to sit on the floor. "Both of you must! Juhani, she tried to save Belaya... you have to help her, please!"

"We will, I promise that to you and to Belaya." Juhani turned to Revan, her eyes hard, and he nodded. "We must move as fast as possible. The more we wait, the greater the chance Yuthura will be sold into slavery or die."

"No arguments here," Revan replied. He nodded gently at the old man, who smiled and sat back against the hull. Turning, Revan walked out of the hold as quickly as he could, Juhani on his heels. Quatra, handing out blankets delivered by some republic soldiers at the entrance, turned as they strode past her. Sensing both Jedi's determination, she ran up to them.

"What is it?" She asked and Juhani glanced at her Master with fire in her eyes. "Juhani, what's the matter?"

"Belaya is dead, she has joined the force. But the woman who tired to protect her is alive and being subjected to who knows what. I must rescue her, Master. For Belaya's memory and my own honour"

Revan flicked on his comm. "Mission, power up the Hawk. We've got a new mission. Oh, and can you clear a comm channel through the Republic gunboat would you? I need Dantooine and the new Jedi enclave."

"Sure Rev, what's going on?" Mission asked, curiosity in her voice.

"We're off to save someone we both know, Yuthura Ban."

"Yuthura? That cracked dark Jedi?" Mission shook her head in the Hawk's cockpit. "Why the Sith should we risk our lives to save her?"

"She tried to save Juhani's friend Belaya from a load of dark Jedi Masters. She got two broken legs and force knows what else in return."

"Oh, and Belaya?"

"She didn't make it Mission." Revan sighed at the silence from the comm. "But Juhani has decided to rescue Yuthura and I intend to help her."

"Well, if she did help Belaya, then I was wrong about her. Besides, I suppose everyone is allowed to turn over a new leaf. After all, my best friend did."

Revan smiled slightly. "Yes he did, and he would now like you to get your blue butt into the interdictors hanger bay."

"On my way Rev." Mission clicked off broadcast and Revan turned to see Denara walking back with three medics, who began to tend to the slaves as quickly as possible.

"I'm going to be cracking a Sith slavery base, and it might just be a tad hard. I don't suppose you fancy coming along with a few troops and giving us a hand?"

Denara smiled, her eyes bright. "A chance, I take it, to attack the people responsible for the mess in there?" Revan nodded. "Then I'm in, how many troops do you need?"

"Well, the Hawk is small so we'll all be hot bunking on the way there. Plus we'll have slaves with us, about fifteen, on the way back... Let's say four troops? The one's you can trust I think."

"Right, I'll pick them from the cargo hauliers when we get back on board." Denara walked with him to the lift, where Juhani and Quatra stood waiting. "Terik will stay on the hauliers to deliver the cargo and assist in the supply redistribution. Let's move!"