SW KOTOR: Revenant

by Hobnob-rev

KOTOR: Revenant: My contribution to the "what happens next" ideas that have exploded since the brilliant SW:Knights of the old Republic (KOTOR) was created. This is my little contribution, enjoy! PS- I made it restricted due to later chapters getting a

15. Revenant:chapter3:part4

Planet Almeria, five days later.

The Ebon Hawk shot into real space and hurtled towards the rim planet of Almeria. Inside, Mission glanced over as the comm chimed, the Sith traffic control had detected them.

"This is Contara base, identify yourselves!" A voice snapped across the speaker and Mission grimaced. "If you do not identify yourselves within two minutes, we will open fire!"

"This is the private transport vessel 'Sith's kiss', I have a Sith Master who wishes to partake of your entertainment's." Mission glanced at the pad where Revan had jotted down the details she needed. T4 had rewritten the Hawk's transponder to mimic a Sith pleasure transport's usual ident.

"Wait, while we check your transponder details." The voice, mollified, asked her. Mission crossed her fingers and tapped her foot anxiously. "Very well, may I have the name of the Sith Master you are transporting?"

"She is my mistress Sir, I am her slave." Mission grimaced, but she had to act. "Her name is Lashowe, she was attached to the academy."

"I see, please wait. The academy was badly damaged in an accursed Jedi assault." Mission grinned, an assault by three people. "We have only partial records, in fact only basic information. But it should be enough to verify her name when she comes to the base. I hope she will not object to a DNA scan?"

"No, of course not. We understand the precautions, sir." Mission glanced at the rapidly approaching planet. "The Sith have enough problems as it is. Shall I inform my mistress that we have landing clearance?"

"Certainly, welcome to Contara base."

Sith's kiss acknowledges. Out." Mission sighed in relief and jumping up from the pilot seat, ran to the crew annex. Revan, Canderous, Quatra and Denara looked up at her entry and Revan cocked his head.

"Well? Did they buy it?"

"Yup," Mission grinned and waved her hand. "Thanks to some superb acting by yours truly, plus the excellent programming by T3, we have landing clearance."

"Well done kid," Revan smiled at her frown. "Figure of speech Mish. Now, lets go over the plan once more. We fly towards Contara base's entertainment's sector, but along the way is a security centre. Canderous and Denara will be dropped mid flight on my swoop bike. The repulsors on it should be more than enough to slow them for a soft landing. T3 will go with them; he has in built thrusters for space repairs so he should be able to land as softly as you two should. Once down, head to the security centre and sneak in. Get T3 to the primary security computer. Once there he needs to hack into the files from the academy and change Lashowe's data to match Quatra's. He also must hack into the bases alert system and block any security alert, just in case."

"Not a problem Revan." Canderous grinned. "Any Sith meeting us will regret it, I promise. We'll get the tin can to the security system or I'm no Mandalorian."

"Which I can assert you are." Revan turned to Quatra. "Now, while they are doing that, you, Juhani and Mission will head for the main slave centre. Once there, you must act the part of a Sith Master who wants some... entertainment. If the host bites, you need to ask about the rumour's you've heard."

"Rumour? What rumour?"

"The rumour that Yuthura Ban, betrayer of the Sith, is here and available for specific entertainment's. Flash as many credits as he needs, I've got enough, and when he or she bites that's where Juhani and Mission come in."

"Okay," Quatra glanced around. "Juhani should hear this."

"Hmmm," Revan nodded and got up from the table. "I'll go."

He walked gently towards the rear cargo hold. It was dim at the back, the lights had been lowered so that only a faint glow hung over the few drums and storage bins that remained at the back of the Hawk. With a sigh, Revan walked towards the faint glow of a lit candle and the cross-legged figure. As he came closer, he could hear the soft, exotic words of a Cathari warrior prayer. Juhani, her eyes closed and the fur under them wet once more, chanted quietly, softly and Revan waited patiently for her to finish.

"May she find peace in the light." Juhani finished with a sigh and her yellow eyes glowed in the dim light as her lids slipped open. "Revan, what can I do for you?"

"We're at Almeria and about to approach the base. I need to go over the plan with you."

"Very well," Juhani said quietly and rose in one fluid motion. "Let's get this over with."

They walked together back to the crew annex and Canderous, Quatra and Denara looked up at their approach.

"We're on decent, so Denara, myself and T3 are about to go." Canderous buckled the assault blades he carried to his belt. "Good luck, and may the hands of Mandalore guide us."

"Good luck Canderous." Revan nodded at him and the two soldiers walked out of the annex. Revan turned to Juhani, Quatra and Mission. "Okay. Juhani, Mission... you two are the only hope Yuthura has. When Quatra asks for Yuthura to 'entertain her', she'll ask for you two to be taken to her."

"Why would they let us go to see Yuthura?" Juhani asked and glanced across as Mission coughed. " I doubt they would let anyone but slaves visit the holding chambers..." She paused and glanced at Revan in growing unease. "You wish me to act as a slave for Master Quatra."

Revan nodded and gently touched her arm. "We have to act as realistically as possible. Doubtless, they'll want to check that you two are slaves. Juhani you're the only one who was enslaved, so you know how to act I hope. Mission's a good actress, so she'll be able to take her cue from you." Revan paused and looked at Juhani with compassion. "If you can do this, that is."

"I have sworn to rescue Yuthura on my honour and Belaya's memory. So, tell me the rest of the plan."

"The idea is that Quatra will want you to prepare Yuthura for her. Really, you'll be there to release her from whatever restraints she's held in. Once that's done, I need you to find as many of the slaves as possible and free them. Smuggle them out the back, while Quatra causes a diversion in the bar. I'll be waiting with the Hawk at the rear entrance. If any Jedi or troopers follow you, Selyne and myself will take care of them while you secure Yuthura and the others onboard. Once Quatra is aboard, we'll pick up Canderous, Denara and T3 and get out of there as fast as possible. Sound good?"

"It should work... why are you not coming? Oh, and what about weapons? I have an idea of where I could hide one of the short lightsabre's." She paused as Mission stifled a giggle and shook her head. "My hair is long enough for the sabre to be wrapped into it as decoration. I can disguise it with some ribbons."

"Sounds good, get on it. As for me coming with you... A Cathar slave is a Cathar slave as far as the Sith are concerned, and Mission is young enough to have very few discerning features. Quatra has been on missions far away from here, so I doubt any of the dark Jedi knows what she looks like." Revan looked at them and frowned. "Unfortunately, my face has been plastered on every damn holoscreen for the past few weeks, so I think it's safe to say almost every Sith knows what I look like. How many of the Sith would love to have a crack at me if they could? If I go with you, I think we'd get as far as the docking bay control panel before every guard jumps us. So I can't. But I will be able to create a diversion with Quatra that should give you two ample time to escape with everyone."

"Yes, I see. Quatra is the only choice as the Sith Master to give us a reason to go in there." Juhani nodded, deep in thought.

Revan turned to Mission. "They'll be scanning for standard weapons, so I don't think you'll be able to carry any guns..."

"No problem, I'll carry my electronic lockpicks, you never know when those'll come in handy." Mission got up from the table and gripped Juhani's arm. She grinned slyly at the Cathar. "Come on Ju, you need to educate me in cute slave girl attire!"

Juhani sighed and with a suffering glance at Revan, allowed herself to be yanked by the young girl from the table. Revan, however, stared at the holo and sighed. Despite all his planning, anything could go wrong with this mission. There were too many variables in this plan for his liking and he wasn't going to be there to help them if anything went wrong with stage one.

"Revan, we're on approach." Selyne called from the cockpit. "I'm putting her down next to 'The slaves ribbons.' It seems to be where all the dark Jedi are going."

"Okay, Once we're down, inquire if Master Quatra may have a meeting with the proprietor to discuss a 'special request'." He glanced over the plan and sighed. It was now or never. Getting up, Revan walked towards the cockpit and settled into the co-pilots chair. He leaned across and flicked on a secure comm channel.

"Canderous?"

"Revan, stage one complete," Canderous's voice was ecstatic. He'd obviously been in battle. "We're proceeding to the security computer, give us four minutes to take care of things and plug the little tin can in."

"Okay, Revan out." He flicked the comm off and glanced at Selyne. "Here we go, the game begins."

"Let's hope we're holding a full pazzak hand!" Selyne muttered as the flashing lights of the docking bay began to fill the Hawk's cockpit windows.

"I can feel a draft," Mission's voice echoed into the cockpit and Revan turned to stare in shock at the young Twi'lek. "In fact, I can feel drafts everywhere!"

"Yes well," Mission wore a gold bikini with a purple silk skirt and what looked like a slavery tattoo on one arm. Revan shook his head at the young teenager. "I can't say I'm surprised... Where the hell did you get that little ensemble?"

"One of the storage bins at the back, Davik was a slaver after all. The tats a temporary." Mission grinned. "Wait until you see Juhani though, she's even cuter, must be the fur!"

Revan shook his head at Mission's grin and got up from the seat to walk back into the crew annex. The first thing he saw upon walking in was a large expanse of fur covered buttock. He looked up as Juhani turned to see her glaring at him.

"Just one word, Revan," she hissed and raising her hands adjusted the lightsabre, concealed by ribbons wrapped completely around it, in her hair.

Juhani's dress consisted of red ribbons woven into a lattice, and little else. They were wrapped around her tightly in a concealing pattern, but it only served to make her almost naked appearance more apparent.

"I feel like a Sierabian flux herder!" She muttered as she slowly adjusted the ribbons for maximum effect. "If you tell anyone about this Revan, I will never speak to you again!"

"Well, it's tempting... but okay, I promise this stays between our little group. I have to say though," Revan stared at his two friends and swallowed slightly. "I think anyone who sees you two, wearing that little lot, will definitely buy our ruse!" Revan glanced at her bare arm and frowned. "Mission's got a slave tattoo on her arm... It might be a good idea if you did too."

Juhani shuddered and looked away. "Do not worry. If anyone asks, I do have one. But I will only display my shame if absolutely necessary."

Revan didn't push it, he knew how touchy Juhani was about her past, and instead looked around. "Where's Quatra?"

"Getting ready." Mission tucked the tiny electronic lockpicks she owned into the space between her flesh and the metal Bikini. "Dunno how long it takes someone to put dark mascara around her eyes."

"Sith Master Quatra, is ready." A voice muttered unhappily from the corridor leading to the crew bunks.

All three friends glanced up and only Juhani didn't burst out laughing at the Jedi Master standing forlornly in front of them. Quatra, her eyes red from temporary gel based contact lenses and sporting blackened eyelids, scowled at their mirth and sniffed.

"Okay, okay... the only Sith tunic on this damn crate is one size too small for me. So, laugh it up if you must!"

Revan shook his head at the sight of the black Sith tunic almost painfully stretched tight across Quatra's more... ample, upper body. "Can you fight in that?"

"Fight? I can't even breathe deeply! But I suppose I drew a longer straw than my Padawan," Quatra glanced at Juhani's dress and the Cathar, to Missions surprise, actually blushed. "At least I'm actually wearing enough not to catch a chill by simply walking outside. Now, are we ready?"

Sith slavery bar: "The slave's ribbons."

"Ahh, Master Lashowe, I am Rebuik the owner of this establishment." Quatra smiled as realistically as she could at the female Rodian who had walked up to her. "I understand you wish a... 'Special accommodation'?"

"Well, only if certain rumours I've heard are true," Quatra glanced around the bar and nodded at the Rodian graciously. "Tell me, is it true you have Yuthura Ban, betrayer of the Sith as a slave in this establishment?"

The Rodian looked at her in surprise and her eyes narrowed. "Maybe, what would your interest be in her, even if she was here?"

Quatra glanced at Juhani, who had kept her head bowed in a respectful manner since leaving the Hawk, and then at Mission, who also seemed to be trying to act meek and obedient. The plan had been, so far, surprisingly successful.

They had left the Hawk fifteen minutes ago and had walked straight into the registration sector without any outward sign of nerves. Quatra had been asked to provide a DNA sample of some skin and had waited hile her nerves had jangled, as it had been tested. Only her Jedi calming techniques had allowed her to berate the guard for taking so long. For a few moments she had actually thought that T3 had been unable to hack the ident files and her 'adopted' name would never appear in the list of authorised Sith Masters. Eventually he'd waved them through, after Quatra had explained, with Juhani and Mission's eyes boring into her, why she had a Cathar and Twi'lek in tow. Now she stood, with two scantily clad females, in the middle of a Sith base, surrounded by Sith troopers and one or two dark Jedi.

"I was trained by Master Uthar, so I owe Yuthura one for killing him before I could!" Quatra scowled as best she could. "It was my right to challenge him for control of the academy, not that blue weakling! Then, just when I get a chance to go back to the academy, she's run away to the pathetic Jedi!"

"I see..." Rebuik glanced around and lowered her voice. "And your, ahem, wish? I won't have my prize artefact damaged in any non-repairable way."

Quatra swallowed back bile and tried to not vomit. The lack of humanity being displayed in front of her was disturbing. She glanced at Juhani only to see the flash of anger in the Cathar's eyes and the trembling muscles of her hands.

"I was hoping for a little... fun." Quatra forced herself to smile. "Hence, my most trusted pleasure slaves here."

"Ahhh, an orgy." Rebuik grinned. "And Yuthura's role in this?"

"Well, I take it you've been feeding her very little, yes?" Quatra watched as Rebuik nodded, grinning in a sly way. "There is no emotion only peace, there is no emotion only peace" her mind chanted"I thought a sumptuous feast shared by us three, while I use her as a table, then... well, you get the idea. I want her humiliated, to know that I consider her dirt!"

"Very well," Rebuik held out a hand. "Two thousand credits, not a penny less I'm afraid."

Quatra stared at her greedy face and stepped on the urge to punch it, she was a Jedi Master. "Very well." She held out her hand and proffered the credit chit that Revan had given her on the Hawk. As Rebuik checked the credit limit encoded on it's wafer chip, her obsidian eyes widened and she looked up at her.

"Of course, you'll require a luxury selection of foods, oils and equipment." The Rodian grinned. "That will cost extra, but I promise it will be of the highest quality."

"Of course," Quatra smiled, genuinely this time. Revan had been right, she was greedy and money made her ignore any flaws in Quatra's supposedly Sith attitudes. "Now, could you please escort my slaves to the chamber where Yuthura is being held, they need to prepare themselves and her."

"Well, I can't show them to where Yuthura is at the moment, I have two customers who wished to amuse themselves with some neural torture. But I'll have your slaves shown to the best pleasure chamber that I have available. When the customers have finished with Ban, I'll have her taken to the chamber." Rebuik smiled slyly. "Does that meet with your approval Master Lashowe?"

"Of course," Quatra said while her mind reeled in desperation. The more time they spent here, the greater the chance they would be discovered. "I shall unwind at the bar with a few drinks. Cathar, take Miri and prepare the room for me."

Juhani looked up and, for a second, Quatra could see annoyance sparkle in her eyes. She silently exulted her apprentice to control her emotions and Juhani visibly shivered.

"Of course my mistress. Come... Miri, we must get ready." Juhani whispered. She bowed deeply to Quatra and stood obediently next to the hostess that Rebuik had called over. A sudden thought seemed to strike her and she turned to Quatra. "Mistress, would you prefer lashnut milk or serreeba oil this time?"

Quatra's eyes widened in surprise. "Uh, lashnut milk I think." She managed, "We used serreeba oil last time."

"Yes, mistress." Mission chipped in with a faint smile. "I know how much you love the glow it gives Cathar fur."

"Yes, well." Quatra's smile was wound a little too tightly and she tried to loosen it, hoping Rebuik wouldn't notice. "Go with the guard and I'll be along as soon as I've had a few drinks to unwind. Now, hurry along."

Juhani bowed once more and the hostess led the Cathar and the Twi'lek away towards the back of the vast room. Quatra bowed slightly to Rebuik and turned away to the bar. As she walked towards it, her mind was wandering. As a Jedi she didn't believe in luck, only in the will of the force, and for once she hoped that the force truly was with them all one hundred percent. She had a feeling they'd need it.

"Here are the pleasure quarters assigned to you." The hostess had escorted Juhani and Mission to a plush room with a massive bed covered in sheets of deep purple silk and plump cushions. The decor oozed richness and sin, and Mission's eyes widened in surprise at some of the murals displayed on the wall. "The oils, and equipment you may need are to be found in the dresser over there. The food will be along as soon as you ask for it. Now, I have to attend to the guests downstairs."

"Thank you." Juhani said quietly, glancing around the room, and she bowed slightly. "I shall begin to prepare." As the hostess began to leave Juhani piped up once more. "Just one thing, I shall need some ice, where may I obtain it?"

"Ice?" The hostess shrugged and pointed down the corridor outside their room. "There is a drink, food and ice synthesiser down the corridor. Please feel free to use it. Now, I really must go."

"Of course." Juhani nodded and smiled toothily as the hostess departed at a quick walk. "Miri, lets get ready."

Mission nodded and gently reached into the gold bikini she was wearing to pull her lockpicks and another tiny device from the hidden spaces. She twisted the tip of the pencil like device and waved it purposely around the room. After a few minutes she shrugged and looking at Juhani, shook her head.

"Clear," She whispered and tucked the pencil device back into the tiny alcove. "What the hell did you ask for ice for?"

"So we have a valid reason to leave this room. We are very close to the entrance and the guards, so I thought it prudent to have a good excuse. No doubt the hostess has mentioned we may go for ice and other things."

"Good idea," Mission muttered and with a final look around the plush room she turned to Juhani, all business. "Now, where the Sith spit is Yuthura gonna be in this place?"

"I'm going to try and locate her using the force, so be patient please." Juhani settled on the floor and closed her eyes. She stretched out her feeling and for a few moments cast around, past all the other dark Jedi. Finally she focused on a familiar aura and with a slight exertion of her own force ability, the aura exploded into greater detail. She opened her eyes and looked up at Mission with a faint smile.

"Four doors down on the right. Lets go." She rose and walked towards the door. "Remember, Mission, we are obedient, meek slaves going to fetch supplies. So, try and act like that if you can."

"Sure Cathar slave Juhani," Mission sniggered at Juhani's backward glance and waved her hands. "Sorry, too tempting to pass up."

"Focus," Juhani whispered and slid the door open. "Come, we must be as fast as possible. Remember, the more time we waste here, the greater the chance Canderous, Denara and T3 will be discovered."

"Sure, lets move." Mission walked up to join thre Cathar and glanced out the door. "You find Yuthura and free her. I'll go and find the other slaves if I can and free as many as possible."

"Right, Mission?" Mission turned and raised an eyebrow. "Be careful, as careful as possible. I've lost one friend, I don't want to lose another."

Mission nodded, a small smile trickling across her lips and she turned to quietly glide out of the room. Juhani waited for a few seconds and then also stepped softly outside into the corridor.

She walked softly down the red lit, plush carpeted corridor. Her Jedi and Cathar senses tuned to pick up anything that may cause her problems. She stopped at each door and glanced around until she was sure that no one noticed her passage. With a gentle motion, she reached up to her mane of black hair. She gently unfurled the ribbons wrapped into it, to expose the tiny silver tube in its heart and her hand curled gently around it. With it nestled in her grasp, she felt safer and her pace quickened, she had to rescue Yuthura.

Mission walked softly down the corridor adjacent to the one that she saw Juhani slip down. She knew that Yuthura's rescue was going to be a personal affair for the Cathar. Her friend had been devastated by her ex lover's death, and it had only been the determination to rescue the one who had tried to save her, that had kept Juhani focused. Mission wanted to help her in any way possible, but she knew that Juhani was a loner at heart and she decided that she would help her by rescuing the other prisoners.

A sudden roar of approval from one of the rooms made her jump, but the voices that came after made her eyes widen in shock.

"Excellent. Now, my little Twi'lek, I want another dance and this time make it without the veils." A male voice, drunk and demanding.

"Yeah, get ya blue butt dancing, you little minx!" Another voice... also male and more inebriated than the last. "I wanna see s... some flesh this time!"

"I... I need a break," The voice that had made Mission blanch was female, soft and so, so familiar. "I've been dancing for you two, for four hours now. Please, let me rest!"

"Heh, for a slave caught at the enclave, you're a little demanding." The deeper voiced of the two sniggered. "What's the matter, the Jedi give you idea's above your station?"

"Yeah, want us to teach you a lesson?"

"No Master's," The female voice was exhausted and Mission shivered at the quiver in it. "I... I just need a second to freshen up."

"No, get dancing!" The voices both roared and, with a frown, Mission decided to step in.

"Excuse me Masters," She announced, striding in. "This slave is needed elsewhere in the complex." She glanced at the two drunk Sith and noted they were ordinary troopers. "A regular of hers, a Sith Master, has arrived and wishes to be entertained."

"Oh, really?" The larger of the two muttered and glanced across at the pale face of his friend. "Well, fine, but we did pay for a days entertainment!"

"Of course. Mistress Rebuik is currently finding a replacement dancer for you." Mission glanced at the Twi'lek leaning against the sense pole with exhaustion and felt her stomach lurch. "Now, may I take her to her next appointment?"

"Yeah, sure, whatever." The large Sith trooper muttered and reached for another bottle of alcohol. Mission waved her hand and the Twi'lek staggered off the stage and into the corridor. Mission bowed to the two troopers and closed the door.

"Thank you," The Twi'lek muttered, her sweat matted Lekku draped loosely over her shoulders. "But Rebuik will kill you for getting me away from those morons."

"Lena," Mission stared at her brothers ex lover in dismay. Dressed in a Tertian silk tight-suit, Mission could only stare at the slightly emaciated curves that it displayed. When she had known Lena, she'd had a physique only attainable by a devoted professional dancer. Now, due to force knew what, Lena's body was thinner, slightly wasted, and she clutched her side and winced occasionally. "It's me, Mission, don't you recognise me?"

"M... Mission," Lena stared at her ex lover's sister in horror. "Oh no, I thought you'd escaped!" She glanced around the corridor and reached out a shaking hand. "Come on, you're small enough to slip away unnoticed! I'll get you to the slave quarters waste hatch, you can slip down if I hold your hand."

"It's okay, Lena," Mission swallowed at the sight of a woman she once hated, so desperate to save her. "I'm not a slave. I'm here with Revan, and my other Jedi friends. We're here to rescue you and as many of the others as we can."

"You.... You're here to save me?" Lena asked her, eyes filled with sudden hope. Mission felt sick at her expression. She's been so confident, so happy. Now, she looked tired and desperate. "How? We're surrounded by Sith!"

"Let me worry about that. Now, how many prisoners are there?" Mission asked, taking Lena gently by the hand and escorting her down the corridor. "Also, where are they?"

"Five," Lena whispered and Mission stopped suddenly, turning to her in horror. "We lost the men over three days ago."

"How many?" Mission whispered and Lena closed her eyes.

"Six, all through unfair duelling." Her eyes snapped open, preferring the corridor to whatever she saw behind her eyelids. "They made us watch!"

"And the other four women?" Mission asked, dreading the answer.

"They died in an escape attempt. All shot trying to sneak away from the base." Lena sighed and glanced around. "Please tell me you've got a plan."

"First we go get Juhani, help her free Yuthura." Mission tiptoed down the red lit corridor. "Then, we'll get the others and escape out the back."

"Yuthura?" Lena followed right behind her. "That poor woman's taken the brunt of everything they've been doing to us. I don't know what their problem is but she's been though hell. I think her mind's snapped, we hear her screaming at night."

"Snapped, you mean she's lost it?" Mission stared at Lena and the Twi'lek nodded. "Hell! Well, we've got to rescue her regardless, Juhani has sworn her honour on it and I'm gonna help her!"

"You haven't changed much have you." Lena said softly, with the first genuine smile Mission had seen since rescuing her, trickling across her face. "It's good to see such innocence again."

"Yeah, well." Mission felt a blush slip onto her face. "I've seen a lot, been through a lot. But I'm still the bubbly Mission I've always been. Come on, let's move!"

Juhani paused outside the door where she'd felt Yuthura's aura coming from. She glanced around, warrior senses stretched as far as possible for any sign of movement and then leaned towards the door. She could hear laboured breathing from behind it and, with another quick glance around, she opened the door a tiny crack. Her yellow eyes narrowed at the sight behind the door. Two dark Jedi stood over a metal rack and from the muffled sounds coming from it, Yuthura had to be strapped to its unforgiving frame. For a few seconds, Juhani wondered what they were doing to her, but then one of them began to speak.

"Hurry up!" He snarled and Juhani watched as the Jedi tossed his lightsabre up and down in his palm. "The longer we take, the greater the chance we'll be discovered!"

"Shut up!" Juhani's eyes flickered to the other as a female voice issued from the hood. "She's resisting the damn poison, so it's going to take at least another five minutes to inject enough of this stuff into her!"

"Did the Master tell you why she wants Yuthura Ban dead? Besides the obvious 'betrayer of the Sith' scope I mean." The male Jedi toyed with his hilt. "I hate her too, but this seems a fitting punishment. After all, didn't she escape slavery? That was the rumour about her past, yeah?"

"That's what I heard, but you know why!" The female Jedi turned to the male and Juhani could see Yuthura, eyes wide, struggling as the dark Jedi held a hypo against her neck. From the look of agony on her face, she was using every ounce of force power she possessed to stay alive. "She wants the bitch dead before Revan tries to rescue her!"

"Ah, come on!" the male Jedi growled. "She's in the middle of a heavily armed Sith base. Even Revan's not dumb enough to try and rescue her, no matter what the Master thinks."

"Do you want to tell her that? Or shall I just keep injecting her with this stuff and we'll do the mission?" The female turned back to the struggling Twi'lek. "Just keep thinking of the kudos we'll get in the brotherhood for pulling this off. Remember, our main goal is Revan!"

Juhani felt her skin go cold. What the hell did they want with Revan, what was the brotherhood? Why was it so important for them to remove Yuthura? All the thoughts ran through her head, but a muffled scream from Yuthura made her focus on the here and now. The Twi'lek ex Sith, was rapidly losing the fight with whatever they were pumping into her, and Juhani decided to act.

Quietly, she rose from her crouched position and pulled the short sabre from the waist ribbon she'd slid it under. "At least," she thought with a brief, feral smile, as the male dark Jedi turned away from the door. "This slave dress gives me ample movement. Now, for Belaya!"

Juhani yanked the door open as fast as possible and the small sabre snapped into ignition with the familiar snap hiss. The purple blade extended quickly and Juhani struck as hard and as fast as possible into the back of the male dark Jedi's skull. He fell without a single sound and the female Jedi turned in shocked horror, raising her hand to use the force. Juhani was faster and waved her own hand as she concentrated. The Jedi froze in place, paralysed by the force and Juhani swung as hard as she could. The second Jedi crumpled, also silently, and Juhani quickly snapped the sabre off. She crossed to the door and slid it shut, her Cathar hearing, enhanced even further by the force, aware for any noise.

"The vision..." A weak, throaty voice muttered behind her and Juhani, sure now that no guards would be called, turned to stare at the exhausted Twi'lek on the rack. "You are my vision, real, vision, real!"

"I am real, I promise." Juhani stared at Yuthura and sighed. "What have they done to you?"

Yuhura stared at her with unfocused eyes. Her Sith tunic had been ripped in places, it was almost in tatters and the blue skin, lighter than it had been when she was a Sith, was bruised in some places, burnt and cut in others. The manacles had been fastened with little care to her now naked feet and Juhani winced at the raw skin above and below their tight grip.

"They hurt me," Yuthura said simply, her voice almost childlike. "I was a betrayer, I betrayed the Sith. So, I was punished."

Juhani felt sick, she remembered the Sith Master from the academy, how strong Yuthura had been, how confident. Even though Juhani had known that Yuthura had been a dark Jedi, she couldn't help but understand where the anger that had made her fall to the dark had come from. She's begged Revan to try and help her, she didn't know why. Maybe it had been the simple fact that Yuthura reminded her of herself in the grove, before Revan had saved her from the dark. Later, when she had met her with Revan on Dantooine, Yuthura had been... different, much of the anger she had exhibited, gone. The confidence, the strength and will remained but Juhani had been glad to see that she was... happier. Now, beaten and with her mind in tatters, Yuthura needed her help.

"Hang on," Juhani whispered kneeling close to her and stroking her Lekku. "I'll get the cuffs off you if you stay still." She looked down and stared at the cuffs, they were locked by a tiny electronic bolt and she couldn't use the sabre to cut them free, they were too tightly strapped around Yuthura's legs and arms. She needed Mission.

A sudden knock at the door made her head snap around. Yuthura whimpered and closed her eyes. "No.... No more, I want to end it."

"Shh," Juhani murmured and slowly picked up her short lightsabre from the floor. "I'm going to free you, of that I promise."

Another knock at the door made Juhani smile, Sith rarely would be so polite. She walked over to the locked door and with a click, slid it open. Two Twi'lek's stared back at her and she smiled.

"Mission, I need your expertise." She waved them in and turned to Yuthura. "The cuffs are electronic, I need you to pick them."

"Not a problem Ju," Mission glanced at Yuthura and she turned to Juhani. "This is Lena, she was my brothers girlfriend. She got captured while she was staying at the enclave on Dantooine."

As Mission bent to the task of picking the cuffs that bound Yuthura's feet. Juhani slowly reached up to the neural collar around Yuthura's neck and gently rubbed the disorientated Jedi's cheek.

"You will be fine, I promise. We'll get these cuffs off you and then we need you to walk out of here with us, can you do that?"

"Walk? Out of here?" Yuthura stared at her. "You lie, like all my other visions! I believe them, and yet when I wake, all I feel is more suffering, more punishment!" She began to cry and Juhani stroked her Lekku again.

"Yuthura, I'm real. Can you feel my hand?" Yuthura nodded, jerky and uncoordinated. "Then I'm real, and I want to help you get out of here, please believe me."

"Okay cuffs are done," Mission announced and getting up examined the neural disrupter collar around Yuthura's neck." Just the collar left and then we'll be able to get her out of here."

"I tried to stop them, but I couldn't," For the first time since she'd talked to her, Juhani heard the vestiges of the Yuthura she'd met, slip back into her voice. "They used the force to punish me for what I did. Again, and again and again," Her voice rose in pitch until Juhani began to stroke her Lekku once more. "They assaulted my mind until I felt it shatter under the strain."

Mission looked up from the collar and Juhani saw the tears in her eyes. "Jeez, just when I think the Sith can't get any worse, they prove me wrong."

"I should never have tried to rejoin the Jedi," Yuthura muttered dreamily. "I didn't deserve to be a Sith, and certainly not a Jedi. So, here I am... neither one thing nor the other. I wonder what the force makes of me?"

"I know what I think of you," Juhani whispered as Mission fiddled with the lock on the collar. "You tried to save Belaya, a close friend of mine." Yuthura frowned and Juhani sighed. "I don't know if you remember, but I owe you so much for trying to save her. To me, you are a Jedi, and a good person."

"Belaya.... I tried to save her?" Yuthura's voice was distant as the fractured mind of the Jedi tried to pull itself together. "On... on Dantooine? She was running and I... I tried to protect her."

"Yes." Juhani said gently, and watched as Yuthura's eyes tired to focus on her face. "You did, and the Sith captured you. You sacrificed your freedom to try and save her."

"I... I remember," Yuthura managed and stared at Juhani. "So beautiful, so strong. I... I remember the voices, the voices that told me you would come."

"Voices?" Juhani glanced at Mission and Lena. "What did they say?"

"That you would take the pain away," Yuthura's voice was dreamy once more. "So I tried to keep my mind intact by locking as much as I could away with what little force power I had left. I... I wish I could remember why or how."

"Juhani," Mission snapped the collar off and threw it into the corner of the room. "Collar's off, so let's go. Lena knows where the rest of the prisoners are."

"How many?" Juhani asked, pulling Yuthura's arm around her shoulder and hauling her to her feet.

"Five, all women." Mission watched Juhani's face pale. "I know, I know. Out of fifteen, all we can save are five, but at least we can rescue those!"

"Right," Juhani looked at Lena who smiled tiredly. "Can you lead the way?"

"Sure, what about the guards though?" Lena glanced at the Jedi around Juhani's neck. "You just can't walk out of here with the remaining slaves and Rebuik's prize exhibit!"

Mission smiled and raised a comm. "Revan, we need a pickup. Quatra, we need the diversion now."

"This is Revan, We're on approach. Quatra, start a fight with someone. The Hawk will drop me off outside the entrance to the bar and then proceed around the back for pickup. Denara's guards will protect you while you get the slaves on board. Now, let's really get their attention."

"Come on!" Mission hissed and Juhani helped Yuthura stagger out of the prison they'd kept her locked in.

Master Quatra clutched her drink tightly. "How the force am I supposed to start a fight?" She wondered. "Besides, no matter how rough it gets in here, they'll hear the damn Hawk's engines. Subtlety isn't its strong point."

Glancing around, she saw three drunken troopers having an argument about the drinks on the bar. Watching them, she noticed that the bottle of booze, an expensive brand of Coruscant brandy, was very close to one of the troopers hand. With a grin a sudden way of causing an argument popped into her head. She shuffled closer and cocked her head.

"I'm telling you, I bought that brandy Shareiu, so I get to drink it. You want some, you pay me!" One of the troopers yelled, prodding the other. "That damn bottle cost me one weeks pay!"

"Fine, keep your stupid bottle!" Shareiu muttered. Quatra glanced around and with a wave of her hand the bottle slid behind the troopers' backs to land next to Shareiu's glass.

"Right," The trooper who had paid for the bottle turned around and paused to stare at the bottle. Quatra could feel the anger pouring off the man. He turned back to the other two.

"Okay, who moved the bottle!" He snapped. "I told you, that's my damn bottle of booze. The next one who touches it gets punched!"

"We haven't touched it!" Shareiu growled. "Drink the damn thing will you, you need to get some alcohol into your system so you'll relax!"

Quatra quickly reached out with the force and this time, poured a measure of the brandy into Shareiu's glass. The trooper turned to grasp the bottle and stared once more at the suddenly open bottle. He looked at the glass full of his booze and Quatra felt his anger slip into rage.

"Right!" He roared and turned to Shereiu. "I warned you!"

With that, the trooper punched his friend hard in the mouth. Shereiu swung in return, only to miss and hit one of the dark Jedi drinking next to them. With a growl, the Jedi waved his hand and the troopers flew back to land on another group's table, blown back by a force push. The troopers got up, drunken rage consuming them and were joined by the group who they had crashed into. This group jumped the dark Jedi all at once, causing other dark Jedi to join in. At that point, what was once an organised bar, descended into drunken chaos.

In the middle of the fighting, Rebuik stood, looking on in horror as her bar and slavery lounge was smashed to pieces. Grabbing her own comm unit she flicked it on.

"This is Rebuik," She screamed into it. "All guards are to report to the front bar and lounge, I've got chaos on my hands here!"

Hidden around the corner, Juhani, Mission, Yuthura, Lena and the rescued slaves, all watched as the six guards, all carrying stun sticks and assassin pistols, ran away form the door and headed for the bar.

"Okay, Mission, get busy on that lock." Juhani whispered, and helped the trembling Jedi wrapped around her, to stagger towards the door. Mission, yanking her electronic lockpicks from her bra, began to pick the lock.

"Hurry, Mission," Juhani whispered. "I can hear the Hawk!"

"I'm really going to be free again?" Yuthura muttered in a daze and Juhani smiled faintly.

"I hope so. If not, we're all going to end up as slaves, something I do not relish the thought of at all."

"Done!" Mission whispered triumphantly as the rear door to the slave bar snicked open. She turned to Juhani with a frown. "The rear's more exposed than we thought it would be. Let's stay here until the Hawk touches down."

"Good idea." Juhani agreed and shook her head at the sounds of violence coming from the bar. "From the sound of combat, I doubt any guards will be coming back soon."

Revan hung onto a strut support from the lowered hatch of the Hawk as it hurtled across the surface of the Sith base. Selyne was a surprisingly good pilot, and she clung the Hawk's body ten metres above the main access way.

"Get ready to drop me off here," Revan yelled into his comm and the Hawk suddenly slammed to a halt. "Once, I'm off pick up Juhani, Mission and the others. Then come back and pick up Quatra and myself."

Drawing on the force, Revan jumped the last ten metres to the concrete and landed with an in-drawn breath. Glancing around, he dashed towards the bar and the sounds of combat. He flung the door open to see Quatra involved in the battle, fighting for her life. She'd been trapped between three dark Jedi and four troopers who were attacking each other. Blaster fire and force powers shot across the space and Revan watched as Quatra danced between the two groups, not involved but in danger from both sides.

"Attention!" He yelled and almost all the fighting groups stopped to stare at him. Some, especially the dark Jedi, did a double take and he smiled. "I'm Jedi Revan, maybe you've heard of me?"

"The Jedi who killed Master Malak," One of the dark Jedi snarled. "There is a reward of the rarest gems for whoever kills him!"

Quatra slowly backed around the groups of Sith, their attention pulled away from fighting and her. She slid along the wall and then ran to join Revan.

"What the..." Rebuik, her own pistols drawn, snarled in anger. "You, you're no Sith!"

Quatra smiled and with a glance at Revan, ignited her lightsabre. "Jedi Master Quatra, pleased to meet you."

"Come on," A trooper yelled and hefted his gun. "If we all charge at once, they'll go down easy!"

As a large portion ran towards the two Jedi, Revan raised his hand and calling on the force, blew the crowd backwards as a mass wave of energy slammed into them.

"How long do we have to keep this up?" Quatra whispered to him, deflecting a few randomly fired blaster bolts that came close to hitting them.

"Until I get the all clear from Mission and Juhani. We have to buy enough time for them to get everyone on board."

"Oh great," Quatra muttered, using her own force ability to propel a rushing group of troopers backward into a toppled table. "Well, I hope they hurry."

"All part of being a Jedi," Revan said, concentrating on dodging a thrown lightsabre and casting another force wave in return. "We serve the innocent."

A sudden chime from his comm made Quatra glance down. "Rev, Mission. We're on board and flying to the front of the bar. Hurry, sensors are picking up nine Sith fighters on an intercept course from their patrol route."

"Go," Revan yelled at Quatra as a Dark Jedi managed to get into duel range. Their sabres' clashed and spat sparks. Revan, better than the Jedi would ever be, concentrated and a bottle from the bar flung itself across the room to crash into the back of the Jedi's skull. "I'll hold them off for as long as I can."

"Good luck, may the force be with you!" Quatra yelled and with a final blast of force wave, slipped out of the door. Revan could hear the roar of the Hawk's main engine batter the front windows of the bar. Another group of troopers ran at him and he concentrated to blow them back yet again.

"Rev, Quatra's on board!" Mission's voice yelled from the comm. "Come on!"

Backing slowly away, Revan suddenly turned and ran for the double doors that led out of the bar. As he pelted through them, he could feel the sizzling heat of blaster bolts tear past him and also a few lightsabres bury themselves in the walls and the door as it slammed shut. He came to a sudden stop at the sight of the Hawk floating five or so metres above the surface of the road and Mission, Juhani and Quatra leaning out of the hatch to fire blasters at the squad of Sith troopers below.

A sudden thud of the bar door swinging open had Revan running for the Hawk as a cry behind him, followed by the repeat sound of blaster fire, made the troopers in front turn around. Even as they lifted their guns to catch the Jedi in a deadly cross fire, Revan concentrated and jumped as hard as possible, the force flowing through his muscle fibre to give him added height. He landed with a huff as the air was forced from his lungs, sprawled on the metal surface of the Hawk's landing hatch.

"He's on board!" Mission yelled into the comm that she clutched tightly, firing her blaster pistols with the other. "Go, go, go!"

Selyne punched the throttle and the Hawk spun on it's axis and with a roar of engine power, blew into the sky.

Revan coughed and slumped against the wall next to the hatch as Mission hit the button to close it. Glancing down he noticed that his robes now had two or three interesting blaster burns and he sighed. This had been too close for comfort.

"Canderous is at the rendezvous point with Denara and T3," Mission told him, also slumping to settle on the floor. "Selyne thinks that we'll be able to pick him up just as the fighters reach us."

"Good. HK's on the turret I hope?" Revan asked, gulping in the Hawk's air-conditioned atmosphere. "I don't think I'll be able to hold them off, the way I'm feeling at the moment."

"Yeah, he kept telling Selyne how much he was looking forward to blasting some fly boy meatbags." Mission grinned. "Y'know, he's kinda beginning to grow on me."

"Now that's crazy talk." Revan told her, a faint smile appearing on his lips. He swallowed slightly as the adrenaline trickled away to leave a metallic taste in his mouth. "How many prisoners did we rescue?"

"Five, plus Lena and Yuthura." Mission watched Revan's face darken, and she shrugged. "At least we got five out of there, no one deserves a life like that."

"What was Lena doing there?" Revan asked her and Mission blushed.

"She stayed there after warning me about my bro." She managed, her fingers intertwining with each other. "So, it's kinda my fault they captured her. She's in the crew quarters trying on some clothing."

"Well, I don't see how it's your fault Mish," Revan grunted a little as he stood up, his muscles ached slightly from force jumping such a high distance. "But regardless, she's safe now, as is Yuthura." He looked at her miserable face and sighed. "If you must know, I feel responsible for Yuthura being captured. I should never have asked her to rejoin the Jedi."

"What? Don't be daft," Mission snapped. "She was glad to be back amongst them, Juhani told me! Besides, it wasn't your or her fault she was captured. If it's anyone's it's the Sith's."

"Maybe, but if that's the case then you shouldn't feel responsible for Lena. At least she's safe." Revan said, smiling at her. He glanced up as the Hawk banked sharply. "When Canderous is back aboard we'll head for Coruscant and drop off these prisoners to the Republic. I'm going to check on Yuthura."

"Okay Rev, but stay frosty. If the Sith swamp us we may just need some Jedi luck to escape. I for one have no interest in being turned into a slave girl!"

Mission got up and Revan watched as she wandered off to the crew quarters to check on Lena and Revan walked towards the Medi bay. Inside, Yuthura lay on the biobed, staring in dazed amusement as Juhani passed a bioprobe over her body. As Revan came in, Yuthura glanced over and her eyes widened.

"You!" She yelled, sitting up suddenly. "I know you! The one who saved me form the Sith!"

Revan smiled at her and gently placed a hand onto her shoulder, pushing her softly back down onto the biobed. "That's right. We came to rescue you. You're safe now."

"I know," Yuthura whispered smiling. "The furry one said so, she saved me!"

"Furry one?" Revan asked, he turned to see Juhani shaking her head. "Umm Juhani, can I have a word?"

"Of course." Juhani took hold of Yuthura's hand and smiled at her. "Stay here for a second, I am going to be outside in the corridor for just a moment."

"Don't go far, I don't want the shadows coming back. I don't want anymore pain." Yuthura whispered.

Revan escorted Juhani outside the medibay and turned to her with dismay. "What's wrong with her?"

"Aside from physical abuse, exhaustion, rape and mental torture?" Juhani sighed and turned to look at the door to the bay. "She's been assaulted so many times by the force that her mind has snapped. I suppose the only thing that's going for her now is that she can't remember any specific details of what happened to her."

"But she's Yuthura Ban! She was so strong willed, powerful when I met her." Revan shook his head in tired dismay. "Can we do anything for her?"

"Maybe," Juhani said slowly, her own face drawn with exhaustion. "But it's beyond my skill to heal. We'll need some of the Jedi who've trained for this kind of mental damage on Dantooine or Coruscant. Until then, I suggest we keep her comfortable and deal with the physical symptoms."

A sudden crash made them turn to see Yuthura staring at them with wild eyes, her hand wrapped around the doorframe for support and her Lekku writhed in an agitated dance.

"You!" She muttered, pointing at Juhani. "I know you, you were there at the enclave with him!" She pointed at Revan and a crooked smile appeared on her lips. Revan glanced at Juhani and the two exchanged looks. Juhani walked back and took hold of Yuthura's hand. Revan had never seen the tender side of her before. He was impressed.

"Come on, you need some rest." Juhani told her softly. "I'll go and get you some food once I've given you a vitamin booster and some kolto treatment."

Revan watched her and Yuthura wander back into the medibay and he pursed his lips. Maybe Yuthura was not as shattered as they thought. He hoped so.

A sudden clanging noise came from the cargo-loading bay and he walked across to see Canderous, Denara and T3 unstrapping themselves from his swoop bike.

"Heh, Revan you should have been there," Canderous grunted with a grin. "Those Sith were such a pushover!"

"Speak for yourself!" Denara grumbled and as she moved past him, Revan noticed a laser burn on her arm. "That was one intense battle, where's the damn medibay on this crate?"

"Down there, but you'll have to help yourself." Revan watched Canderous unstrap T3 and stood to one side as the little bot trundled happily down the corridor. "We've got a very sick Jedi Twi'lek in there."

"Glad to see our efforts weren't wasted then," Canderous muttered and Denara shook her head at his obvious elation. "Heh, those boy's will always remember Canderous Ordo and Captain Denara. We took their rag tag guards apart in minutes."

"Well, if you decide to write a song or story chronicling our attack?" Denara leaned against the wall and allowed the set of pistols she carried to drop. "Then just keep me out of it will you? All I did was my duty."

A sudden shaking of the Hawk made both Revan, Denara and Canderous look up. Another shake had Revan running towards the cockpit, where he found Selyne forcing the Hawk into violent twist and turns. A sudden flash of light as a laser bolt splashed against the shields blinded Revan for a few seconds.

"The damn Sith fighters have caught up with us!" She growled and Revan glanced at the scanner. Seven red dots glowed on its screen and he pursed his lips.

"How long until we can jump into hyper?" He asked, and Selyne wiped a hand across her brow.

"Not long. I have to say," She said, swinging the Hawk around to blast past three Sith fighters. "That Assassin robot is a damn good aim!"

"Smugness: Thank you. I am well aware of my superior construction and combat skills. I am pleased, however, that you... a plain and simple meatbag has noticed." HK's voice crackled through the Hawk's intercom. "I am engaging the fighters as you requested, defensive fire only."

"Yeah right," Selyne grunted glancing at the navi-computer's guidance system. "So how come we had twelve following us at the start of this and with in two minutes we're down to seven?"

"Disagreement: I cannot be held responsible if the pilot meatbags choose to fly into my fire."

"Well, just keep them off our backs until we clear the solar system and the navi-com says we can jump." Revan glanced at the navigation system and noticed that despite all of Selyne's banking manoeuvres to keep the fighters busy, she'd kept the Hawk on the main hyper path it was projecting. "I'm not hanging around here so you can cap a few more fighters until a Sith interdictor arrives!"

"Confirmation: as you request."

The Hawk span in a tight circle, taking the three fighters following it by total surprise as the ship span past them in a blur of deadly turret fire. Two of the fighters disintegrated as the bolts hit them and the third narrowly avoided the stream of deadly firepower. A sudden chime in the cockpit as the navi-com signalled it had finished processing their hyper vector out, was all Selyne needed to hear. The Hawk barrled in a vertical climb and span on a reciprocal of it's access. With a few more twists, the ship hurtled onto the rail that the computer had hammered in space.

"Yes!" Selyne yelled suddenly and the Hawk shuddered as the starscape blurred into the blue haze of hyperspace. They were safe "And we're out of there!"

"Objection: I had not finished my defensive fire." HK sounded peeved and Revan sighed. Despite his usefulness and determination to keep him alive, Revan sometimes wondered why he kept the droid around. Especially, now that he was a Jedi.

"Enough HK, return to the crew annex and power down for a couple of hours, you've earned it." Revan squeezed Selyne's arm. "You too Selyne, let the auto-pilot deal with flying for a while and get yourself some Caffa."

Walking back to the crew lounge with her, Revan sat into a chair and sighed contentedly. A successful mission and all his friends had lived; he couldn't argue with a result like that. Juhani walked regally into the annex and also slid gracefully into a chair. The Cathar looked tired and Revan shook his head. Since learning of Belaya's death the fire for life that he'd always seen in her yellow eyes had faded a little. Now, with Yuthura a crazed wreak despite her best efforts to save her, Juhani looked even more worn.
"Well, the kolto kits are taking care of the physical wounds she got while enslaved. As for the mental damage I stand by my original idea, we must get her to Jedi healers " The Cathar ran a hand through her mane and glanced at Revan. "I also gave her an antidote kit to remove any remains of the poison those dark Jedi were pumping into her."

"What?" Revan looked up and frowned, that was news to him. "What dark Jedi? What poison?"

Juhani sighed and she glanced up as Mission bounced into the room. "I am sorry, I forgot you didn't know." She told him everything that had happened while in the slave bar and Revan shook his head.

"Another reference to this damn brotherhood." He looked up as Quatra, who had also joined them, sat down and shook her head in worry. "This is getting serious, but why try to kill Yuthura?"

"Umm, Rev?" Mission blushed and reaching into her pocket yanked a datacube from her tunic. "I kinda searched the dead Jedi's pockets while Juhani helped Yuthura up from the rack. The female had this."

With a glance at his fellow Jedi, Revan snapped the datacube into the Hawk's interface port and the holo display lit up with a cloaked figure. All of them watched and listened to the message encoded on it and when it finished the entire room was quiet. Even Canderous stood silently, wiping his assault blades clean with a thoughtful expression. With a shake of his head, Revan glanced at the young Twi'lek opposite him.

"Mission, it's your turn in the pilots seat okay? When you get up there I want to know which is closer, Dantooine or Coruscant." Revan looked back at the holo figure and Mission swallowed and nodded. "When you know, I want you to plot a course for the one that's the nearest."

"Sure, Rev." Mission murmured and shivered at Quatra's pale expression. "Guys, how serious a threat is this message to us?"

"Serious," Revan said quietly and looked at the Medibay. Juhani watched his face darken slightly in thought and, she could tell... guilt. "If I'm right, then this Brotherhood could pose almost as big a threat as the Star Forge and Malak. We must warn the Jedi council!"

Continued in Revenant part 4: When reflection stares back.