Authors Note: BAH! I am sorry for the mistakes that popped up on this chapter. My beta did review them, but I seem to have uploaded the wrong chapter for this. The one you all saw was the draft version. Sorry for that. Stupid login problems...

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Bedside Matter

Revan broke out of his stride in the clearing where the Ebon Hawk and a few other ships sat.

The little ship had taken quite a beating during the Star Forge battle. Not so much as to be not worthy of space flight, but enough to want to wait a couple days for the damage to be repaired.

Looking around, he noticed that many of the ships in the area that were here for the party were now gone. He reasoned they probably had other appointments to keep besides this award ceremony. He didn't blame them for wanting to leave as soon as possible, since Republic Parties could be very boring.

As he started for the boarding ramp of the Hawk, HK-47 walked down to greet him, rifle in hand, "Report: The ship is nearly at full condition, Master. The tin can seems to be doing its job competently." Revan felt a smirk cross his lips with the reference to T3-M4.

Starting up the ramp, Revan looked the ship exterior over; The droids did a good job considering that there were only the two of them working on the ship. "Good. Has anyone besides the crew bothered to try to get on board the ship since this afternoon?"

The droids eyes gleamed, "Statement: A few meatbags tried to get on the ship an hour ago. However, they seemed to lose interest when they saw me." Revan could hear the sigh in its voice, probably because it hadn't had anything to kill for a week.

The sonic emitters used for the perimeter of the landing zone seemed to be working well. Much to the droids dismay.

HK-47 looked to the party through the path, "Supplication: Would it not be easier to simply blast all the meatbags at this gathering and take off, Master? It would be so much fun to see their frail meatbag bodies splatter onto the ground."

As much as the idea appealed to him, he didn't want the fleet in orbit go on a manhunt for him just yet. "No HK, not today. Who were the people who tried to get on board?"

HK-47 looked in the direction of the forest, "Statement: Some meatbags who were dressed as ambassadors. My rifle seemed to deter them however" The droid lifted the Mandalorian rifle had modified for him.

Revan shook his head, and began up the ramp into the ship, "I'm sure it did. Don't kill anyone" He looked right into the droids eyes as they followed him, and pointed at the rifle HK was holding, "Scare them, and then stun them if they won't listen, but no killing anyone, directly or indirectly. Understood?" The droid had a tendency to incite unusual "accidents" to happen to those Revan did not specify to not be killed.

One time on Kashyyyk it had found a section of the walkway which had loose railings. It managed to convince the Czerka guards guarding the landing pad there was something crawling around under the platform. It used a sonic projector hidden in its shoulder plates to make the planks rumble just slightly to make the platform look like something was crawling around rapidly.

The guards were in so much of a panic that they backed up against the railings and fell off the platform. No one ever did find the bodies. Probably lost on the tree branches or eaten at the bottom.

Sulking evident in its synthetic voice, HK said, "Dejection: As you wish, Master. It would have been fun to see the smoking holes in their torsos." HK-47 resumed its position as its Master strode up the ramp and disappeared into the ship.

It took Bastila about twenty minutes to find Revan in the medical bay. When she did, Revan's anger towards Vandar had all but dissipated, but she sensed his thoughts on other troubling matters.

At the moment, he was just trying to relax while thinking on how to avoid a whole galaxy once the truth got out. He wasn't having much luck, and almost decided to go and take a nap.

He needed to be fully alert until we lifted off however. There were reports of Sith survivors from all over the planet's surface, and they would be using any opportunity they could take to attack them.

Bastila stood in the doorway for a good minute and watched him through her eyes, and through our bond.

wiht a slight smile on her face, she slowly strode over to Revan; standing in front of him with hands on hips, "What are you doing in the medical bay?" She moved to sit down on the chair to the side of the bed. taking his right hand with her own.

Revan opened his eyes and turned to look into her face, studying her features for a moment before taking her right hand to his lips and kissing it, "Just thinking, love. I'm sure you can sense my thoughts."

Bastila frowned, "Just because I can read your mind, does not mean that I don't enjoy hearing your voice as well, now give me a straight answer"

She gestured around the medical bay with her left hand and continued, "If you wanted people to leave you alone, you would have gone to the sleeping quarters. or into the forest like me." Her eyes frowned as she remembered her fall at the hands of Malak, but it quickly went away.

Revan chuckled before he sat up and moved to sit in front of her, "I'm just thinking about where I should go after this. Sooner or later the galaxy will put the pieces together, and figure out my name. When that happens I do not want to be on a Republic planet."

Revan sighed and rubbed his eyes. He was exhausted and tired of all from all the ceremonies and speeches. He was sure just about everyone in the group was tired as well, and it was getting very old to see the glares from Admiral Dodonna directed towards him. Not to mention the few Republic soldiers who were there to protect him. Right. He mentally snorted, more like keep him caged until they arrested him.

Bastila nodded slowly and brought up one hand to lift his eyes to her own, showing a grim determination, "We will figure something out. You are not alone, you know."

Revan sighed, a hint of sadness creeping into his voice as his field of view crossed hers, "I know. I simply do not want everyone to be hurt more after this whole ordeal. Though I am pretty certain that most of them will be trying to stay with me."

Carth would probably stay with the fleet, but lately he had been changing. Finding Dustil alive and well, then convincing him to leave the academy on Korriban gave him a fresh perspective on life. One that allowed him to see past the present, and into a future that might be filled with more then bad memories.

He knew Canderous would probably stay with him, not only because he was, by right, Mandalore. He had also earned the Mandalorian's respect throughout their journey.

The droids didn't need to be mentioned, they were obviously sticking with him.

Zaalbar would most definitely be staying with him due to his life-debt, and he respected that.

He respected them all enough to let them make their own choices on whether to stay with him through the tough times ahead or not, however. When the time came, he would also them.

Sensing his troubled thoughts, Bastila reached up and gently caressed his cheek "I will be staying with you no matter your decisions. You cannot talk me out of standing by the man I love. Even though I was raised in the Jedi Order, recent events have shown me that there is more to life then them"

Her voice wavered just slightly as she spoke, but quickly recovered as she continued, "I love you, and I care about you more then I have ever cared about them. If you leave the Order, then I will join with you."

He took her hand and kissed the back of it softly, "I realize that. I love you too, so I won't argue the point"

Bastila smiled as she took her hand from his lips and replaced it with her own for a brief half minute before backing up a few inches. then she looked right into his eyes, "Now, what made you so upset earlier?"

Revan tilted his head to the side and smirked, "Vandar came up to me and asked me how I was doing after being made into a pawn by the council."

She looked warily at him, "I assume that you were not nice?"

He snorted, "He deserved every bit of what I gave him. The Jedi council used me Bastila. You of all people should realize this" and then some, he added mentally.

She nodded again slowly, and didn't press the subject for now, "I was informed when I arrived at the party that most of the party attendees are starting to lift off the planet, though I could see that from the lack of ships in the area. Some have already gone, and we should be going soon as well. the Admiral wishes for us to head back with the fleet to Coruscant"

Revan wasn't surprised at that. He did want to leave as soon as possible, so this was good news, though going to Coruscant wasn't on his priority list, "I'll go get everyone and we'll start lift off. The sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can get on with our lives...Sooner or later, the Republic is going to try and arrest me for everything I have done to them, you know that, right?"

Bastila nodded, "I know. We will deal with that when the time comes. I do not expect the galaxy to welcome you back with open arms. I just hope you don't do anything rash when the time comes" She frowned.

Revan decided to avoid that subject and stood up at that point, giving her a peek on the cheek, "Go and get some rest, I'll join you when I get everyone." He walked off to the exit.

Seeing HK diligently standing guard, Revan began to move towards the path to the party, only to hear the combat droid stop him, "Statement: Master, I believe there are people in the forest. They do not appear to be Republic soldiers." HK raised his rifle then and pointed the muzzle of it in the direction of a bunch of minor ruffling in the trees and bushes.

Revan raised a brow and reached out with the force to sense his surroundings, and managed to use the force to speed up his movements enough to avoid the couple dozen blaster bolts that flew past where he was standing just a moment ago.