Author's Note: Yay, I have an actual good beta reader again. Found some things that slipped through the cracks, so these will be coming polished :). Anyway... if anyone knows what material most Jedi robes are made from, let me know. I am trying to get something straight, so I have to improvise a bit.
Welcome new reviewers as well! Have a seat, I still have plenty in store for the gang, so you'll love how things are going to play out eventually. Hope you enjoy the rest of the story! Remember, more reviews keep me going with this; the more I see, the faster I'll write, since it means more people are reading ;) attempts blackmail to get more reviewers
Add-On: Someone please shoot my stupidity, I accidentally put up two chapters, then removed the revised one. Oh well. grumble
Detour
Klaxons rang throughout the ship and panels were blown from the sudden strain, but otherwise the ship was repairable.
Revan groaned as he sat up, and was immediately rewarded by a headache equivalent to a bantha herd stampeding over his head. Ugh... teaches me to start wearing a seatbelt. He looked outside to notice they had come out of hyperspace. Strange... I didn't think that we would be out of hyperspace that soon. Maybe there's more damage then Carth had said.
The other two -Bastila and Carth- were still unconscious. He glanced them over, looking for injuries. Only hits to the head. Good.
He picked Carth up back into the chair and left him there. Then moved over to Bastila and lifted her limp body into his arms, "Well, we survived..." he looked back to the cockpit instruments, "...even though the inertial compensators didn't kick in. I have to get those fixed next port..." he sighed, then looked to T3, who was still working on the various parts of the panels, it seemed to have engaged its magnetic clamps to keep it from being thrown about. "T3, set to work with repairs. I'll get the crew up so they can help you later. For now, you'll be on your own. First priority is sensors, Hyperdrive is secondary, and I want to know where we are soon. " With that, he left Carth alone, carrying Bastila as he as went back to check on the others.
Revan looked into the room before the cockpit where Juhani usually was. The cloaking system was going to be installed here, and he noticed Zaalbar was slowly starting to get up. Nice to have a strong hairball around when you need one. He smirked, "How you feeling?"
Zaalbar roared, "I am in a bit of pain, but otherwise I am fine. Wookies can take a lot more then that before we go down." Zaalbar scanned the area, and noticed the cloaking system was bolted down still, "I am glad that I decided to put those on during the battle. It would have been destroyed by that big jolt going through hyperspace. How are the others?"
Revan looked down to Bastila, who was now trying to slink herself around his body. He smirked. Even asleep, she knows that it's me... I need to test the limits of this bond sometime soon. "Zaalbar, go and get Carth in the cockpit, put him in his bunk in the quarters area. I'll go and check on the others in the common room, they'll probably be in alot of pain when they wake up."
Zaalbar nodded and ran off to do what he was told. Revan went the opposite way and went into the common room.
The second Revan went into the common room, he grimaced, and then laughed.
Mission was sprawled on top of Canderous on the cockpit side of the holo-transceiver in a position very suggestible. I should leave them that way, just for the sight of her being embarrassed. He chuckled softly, and scanned the room again. Juhani was in the room now, though she was knocked out as well. Her head was lying on the side of the transceiver, probably knocked around from the jolt and hit her head. Jolee was on the other side in a similar state.
They at least had the good sense to wear the seatbelts... Revan grumbled before he used the force to check their injuries. Good, nothing severely bruised. He placed Bastila down gently next to Mission and Canderous, and positioned himself in a meditation stance. Slowly, he reached out through the force and began to mass heal the group.
It was slightly draining for him, since he was still recovering from his bout with the plasma warhead, but he managed to heal most of the damage on all of them, the pain would be significantly less than his now.
He noticed Zaalbar coming in then, and gestured to lay Carth down, "I'll heal most of his injuries. You should sit down as well." Zaalbar once again did as told, and Revan set to work again.
This time, his power was drained more, and he felt himself waver just slightly. Nothing I can't fix with time. He sighed and finished with his healing, then looked up to Zaalbar, "Take them all into their respective bunks please... I wish to tend to Bastila. They can all wake up when their bodies are ready."
Zaalbar once more nodded, and began with Carth's body.
Revan moved to the bunk that he used, and pulled the privacy curtain shut. During their journey, they had noticed the ship was very accessible. So, for the sake of privacy, they had remodeled the two crew quarters areas with securable doors, and each bunk had its on alcove complete with curtain. All in all, it didn't look like a big room with bunks in it, but had actual quarters now.
Revan placed Bastila on his bunk, and moved to get one of the medpacks. He took it apart, and began to administer to her bruises.
After tending her, he placed her head in his lap, and leans back against the wall, waiting. It didn't take that long for him to drift to sleep.
X X X
Revan woke up to see the face of Bastila over him, their positions reversed.
He groaned, and tried to sit up, but Bastilas hand pushed him gently back down, "You should still be resting. You seemed to take a lot more damage then the others because of your already weakened state."
Revan looked around, and noticed HK-47 standing guard in the doorway, "I still feel like a herd of banthas tap-danced on my head... when did the droid start standing guard?"
"About twenty hours ago."
Revan blinked once, then asked warily, "How long was I asleep?"
Bastila began to lightly stroke Revan's hair, "Two days. You were still weak from the bombs, and your body had quite a tussle within the cockpit... you should have looked in the mirror before you started healing the others. You needed it much more than they did." She said with a bit of venom that seemed to be directed at Revan.
"Hey, hey... I can heal anytime, like I am now. The others were more important because they all have the starship mechanic skills."
HK-47's voice filtered in through the curtain then, "Request: Master, can we go back to the Rakata planet and blast the captain of the ship that did this to you?"
Bastila frowned, but Revan laughed, "Not right now HK, just go and help the others as you can with repairs. The first priority is to get this ship in working order again."
"Acknowledgement: As you command Master. Next time we find the captain of the ship that was trying to destroy you, I would very much like to put the captain of that ship on the receiving end of his ships turbolaser cannons... maybe blast him out an airlock and use one on the decompressing remains. Or perhaps a simple blaster bolt to the head would do... followed by one to the chest and legs."
"Go and help the others, HK." Revan all but laughed.
"Statement: Yes Master... I do wish you would let me have some more fun after the Sith base..." the droid whined as it walked over to the exit and left.
Bastila looked down to Revan then, and lightly punched his shoulder, "You shouldn't encourage him, you know."
Revan smirked, and leaned up to give Bastila a kiss on the forehead, but was shoved down again, "Rest!" Bastila playfully scorned.
Revan rolled his eyes, "How are the repairs going?"
"T3 has been working nonstop to get the sensors and Hyperdrive operational. The sensors are repaired enough now that we can detect if we'll have company. We scanned the ship over and found a large amount of systems that are minorly –and majorly- damaged, so everyone has split up the workload to repair all the damage. Zaalbar, Mission, and Canderous are looking at the cloaking system that HK brought onboard... they think it just might work with the Ebon Hawk, but would take up a lot of power. They were expecting a bigger and more complex version of our stealth belts, but they found some unknown parts in it; they think it might use the force because the parts are similar to lightsaber crystals, but modified."
Revan asked, "Do we know where we are yet?"
"We are somewhere near Dantooine if the sensors are correct. We were extremely lucky, we almost got pulled into the gravity well of two planets while we were in hyperspace, which is why the ride was so rough."
Revan nodded, then suddenly used his body weight to push Bastila down onto her back with his torso, which elicited a squeal from the victim, "Hey! That wasn't necessary!"
Revan smirked as he laid himself out top of Bastila, his body covering hers and pinning her down, "Oh really? Was there another way to get you to let me up?"
"Well... you didn't have to pin me under you, you know."
Revan smiled wickedly, "But it was fun."
"Now really isn't the time to be playful, love."
Revan raised an eyebrow above her, "And why is that?"
Bastila swatted his shoulder again, then wrapped her arms around his neck, "Because we need to get this ship in a serviceable state again, possibly?"
"The others can do that: Right now, I want to take my mind off my problems and concentrate on you."
Bastila sighed, "We really should get t-"
Revan silenced her with his mouth on hers, forcefully giving her a deep kiss.
After about a minute of gradually intensive kissing, Revan released her mouth from its captivity, "You were saying?" He smirked.
"Are you always going to try and win arguments like this?"
Revan leaned over to kiss her neck gently, and whispered, "If it gets the result I wish for, then probably."
Bastila sniggered, and pulled Revan's mouth back onto her own, grinding herself against him gently. Revan used the force to soundproof their small alcove.
X X X
About twelve hours later, both Revan and Bastila lay sleeping on the bunk, clad in nothing but a blanket.
Revan woke up first, and groaned in both pleasure and pain; I've done that before with someone other then Bastila... But who? "Love, you awake yet?" He was awarded with Bastila groaning and opening her eyes to look at him.
She saw where they were, and immediately panicked. Revan clasped her shoulders, and steadied her, "Relax... we just made love... you probably just need a minute to remember."
Bastila went wide-eyed, then slowly relaxed, "That was... a shock to me. I wasn't expecting us to do that so early."
"Why not? We both love one another, and we both realize that love can be a good thing if we learn to control ourselves: or at least, I do."
Bastila frowned, and pulled the covers about her as she sat up, "It just... feels strange to actually have done it. I have always tried to avoid it, I have always been afraid of it. Now...I feel liberated, free. Is that as perplexing to you as it is to me?" She looked over to Revan curiously.
"Not at all. Love is a very complex emotion, and yet it can be very simple at the same time. We have a very powerful bond... and we just consummated our relationship, which will make that bond grow stronger."
Bastila then looked down to her stomach, and rubbed it slightly through the sheets, "Why did I not feel you within me once we... we..." She blushed crimson, remembering.
"Climaxed? I used the force to make sure you wouldn't get pregnant yet." Revan smirked.
Bastila breathed a sigh of relief, "Well, that is good to know. I do not believe that I am ready for a child just yet."
"Maybe one day, but not today. I want to talk with you about something anyway." He looked to the exit of the crew quarters, at least the spot where it would be through the makeshift durasteel walls. "I am thinking of overhauling the hawk. We have the credits for it, I am sure. We need to give it a modified outside appearance, get some better shielding... I want to add an ion and heavy laser cannon on the top and bottom, as well as remodel the side spot in the common room where Juhani usually likes to be for the cloaking device should it be compatible." He looked back to Bastila then, "I also want to remodel the room right before the cockpit - the empty one with the system displays- and move those systems into the cockpit to the right. I want to make that room our quarters."
Bastila blinked, then looked at Revan with curiosity, "That would take a trip to a dry-dock probably... where would we find someone who we could trust for that sort of work?"
"I have a few ideas... for now though, we should get up and go to see if the others need our help."
Bastila nodded, and they both went for their respective robes.
Revan went for his black and blue robe again. An inner tunic similar in design to the one he used as Darth Revan, yet different. Instead of pure black, it was a blend of black and red due to its intricate construction. A black material was used as the framework in which to interlock strips of Cortosis and blast resistant polymers. The Cortosis was the first addition, but the red polymers were made on the Star Forge at the replication center they had found. During the ceremony on Rakata, he had taken the time to have T3 and Zaalbar help him with reassembling the fabric to include it.
The end result was a black and red interwoven pattern -with brown leather belt to hold his lightsabers and small packs in back for grenades, stims, and medkits- that offered protection from both lightsabers and blasters and yet didn't limit his agility too much, with a black tunic made from a Dark Jedi Masters robe and an attached hood. Of course, full body armor was better, but that would limit his movement too much, so he made the next best thing over the journey.
The cloak he used over it was a dark brown, it was actually two materials interwoven to offer him protection from heat and cold should he wish it. He had dyed it to be that color as to blend in easier with crowds.
All in all, the robe was very difficult to make -and extremely expensive- and he hasn't been able to complete it until well into the journey. Some people he had met on Manaan had been a great help with getting the cloak done for him. Now, it was as complete as he would probably get it, and he put it on for the first time on a while, "Wow...this thing is actually still comfortable. T3 and I did a great job on it."
Bastila had put on her robe already, and looked him over. A curious eyebrow raised, "That looked similar to your old robe from your Sith Lord days... coincidence?"
"No, I used the same basic pattern, but it is different enough that people won't notice it unless they actually knew me." Revan smoothed it out, placed his lightsabers on his belt, and began walking out of the room.
"Wait for me." Bastila followed behind him.
In the common room, the trio was still working on the cloaking device, and looked up to them. Canderous spoke up first, "This thing should be able to run on this ship. We need to rewire the power systems first though, and that would take a while."
Revan nodded, "I was planning on trying to find a dry-dock we can use to do a refit of this ship. We have enough credits to do upgrades to some of the systems, and I have a feeling we'll need it."
The other two looked up, but Mission went first, "Yeah...we need a better power generator if we're going to be using this thing regularly."
Revan smirked, "Not to mention the two laser turrets I want to add."
Canderous smirked as well, "More firepower is always a good thing."
"Basically, I want to remodel the hawk drastically." Revan looked to the holo-receiver, "In any case, I want to gather the gang for our next move. Excuse me"
Revan moved away from them, and hit the ship intercom. His voice rebounded throughout the ship, "Everyone, get to the common room now, we need to discuss a few things."
The five of them set aside chairs for each member of the crew bar the droids; they didn't need to sit.
Jolee was the last one in, "Could you two have been more obvious? Not that I'm not happy for you... but using the force like that for hours sort of paints a very clear sign, especially with you both."
Bastila blushed again, but Revan snickered, "Jealous?" Most of the gang was looking between the two with confusion: seemed only Jolee had caught onto their antics.
Jolee rolled his eyes, "Of you? Nah, it doesn't take a force user to sense what was going on in there."
Mission widened her eyes, "You two...? Ewwww! Right on this ship no less!"
Revan laughed, "Yep, and we are going to remodel the room behind the cockpit to make it our sleeping quarters, gives you guys more room in the regular ones."
Juhani piped in, "Why would you both want quarters to yourselves?"
Canderous snorted, "Hey, at least we won't need to hear 'em when they decide to have their fun."
"When I said you guys should get a room, I never thought you were going to actually do it." Mission snickered.
"Yep, with walls that have pink flowery wallpaper on them, then there's the cradle-"
Both Bastila and Mission both blushed, and Mission squeaked out first, "Cr...Cradle...?" Her entire face flushed a deep crimson at the mental picture. Bastila was too much in a state of shock from the words to comment.
"Just kidding." Revan teased.
HK-47 chimed in, "Request: May I have a recharger unit in the room so I may guard you while you sleep with your mate, Master?"
Bastila squeaked indignantly, then suddenly Revan found his chair pulled out from under him, tearing a gasp from him as he himself fell unceremoniously to the ground, "Was that really necessary?" Revan whined.
Jolee and Juhani were visibly trying not to laugh, but Mission and Zaalbar were in hysterics. Even Canderous let out a small chuckle.
Jolee piped in, "Don't look at me..."
Revan glared at Jolee, then looked to Bastila, who was attempting to like the picture of an angel, smile and all. Revan smirked, and suddenly another indignant squeak sounded throughout the room as her chair was pulled out as well.
"Two can play at that game." Revan grinned.
Juhani just shoke her head, "Now, if you are both done acting like children... could we get back to the task at hand?"
Jolee smirked, "As much as this is amusing, she is right."
Zaalbar and Carth, surprisingly, had been quiet throughout the game, and Carth went next, "Well, the Hyperdrive is nearly fully repaired. Those last few volleys did more damage then I thought, and we passed two gravity wells that nearly pulled us from hyperspace. So basically, we have patched the ship up enough to be able to use hyperspace again, but we will need extensive repairs. We were thrown off course by those gravity wells, and we are somewhere near Dantooine I think. I'll have to spend a bit longer with the sensors to get a reading on where we are; T3 is still recalibrating them from all the crap they've been through. The best news so far though, is that from my calculations, the interference from the gravity wells should throw them off our hyperspace wake. So they won't be able to track us."
Revan pulled his chair back under him, and nodded. He looked to the trio who were working on the cloak, "What will we need to get this new toy of ours to work on the ship?"
Zaalbar went first, "It will take up a lot of power, and I believe that the force will be needed for it as well. So one of the Jedi will have to channel their energies into it to make it work. As for compatibility, some sort of dry-dock for repairs and refitting is what is really needed. We have already said that this ship will require rewiring to get the device to work properly."
Revan again nodded, "So we are agreed that we need a dry-dock soon... since we are near Dantooine, I want to make a trip there. Something must have survived the bombardment by the Sith, and I want to see if I can find any other records of my time before my memory wipe."
"I checked myself with the Council before we left, love. I do not believe that they have anything of substance from your time with the Order." Bastila replied.
Revan looked to her, and raised a brow; "You REALLY think I'm going to trust them after what they did to me?"
Bastila sighed, "I suppose... we should give them a chance to explain themselves and apologize at least."
"No, they decided to not tell me who I was. They made that decision, and for that, I will never forgive them. Ever." Revan glared at Bastila, daring her to argue over the bond.
Bastila didn't reply, and only nodded, hanging her head in resignation.
Revan looked the entire group over, "Now then... I will get this out of the way. In all likelihood, in time, I will have bounties posted for my head by some in the Republic, and probably the Sith also. Not only that, members of both fleets will want me dead for all of my actions over the years; as is evident from the Cruiser back at Rakata. A good many people will likely start hunting me relentlessly before two months pass. If you all stay with me, you will be dooming yourself to being hunted along with me. If any of you wish to return to a normal life, then when we reach Dantooine, we will drop you off. Does anyone wish to get out of this while they can?"
All of them shook their heads, and Mission spoke up, "You may be Revan, but I've been with you for almost a year now. I think I can speak for all of us when I say this... You may be cruel at times, and you can be dark, but you still look out for others from my experience with you. I for one owe you my life: Without you, I would be dead on Taris. I will be forever grateful to you for that, and I won't abandon you now. Besides, where Zaalbar goes, I go!" all of them nodded.
Jolee went next, "You may be impulsive at times kid, but I've said it before; I'm not here to judge you. I am here to help, and it looks like you can still use it. The Jedi can take their congratulations and stuff them where the sun don't shine. I agree with you, they should have told you about who you are. Still, you shouldn't put all Jedi down from what the Council did: If anything, blame the Council, but reserve judgment for other Jedi as you go. And that's all I have to say about that, so lets get this show on the road."
Revan whined, "I'm not a kid, old man."
Jolee smirked, "And I'm not an old man; I'm an old coot."
Revan laughed, and listened to the sound of HK-47 entering the room. "Report: Master, I believe the kolto packs you put in the Twi'lek female in the cargo bay have done their work well. As sad as it is for this unit to say it, she will live. I believe she is able to be awoken at this point."
Revan nodded, "Did the prisoner leave the prison box yet?"
"Negatory: Not yet, Master. The prisoner may never come out. Request: May I blast the Sith's body if it won't be of any use?"
Mission and Bastila rolled their eyes, and Revan snickered, "No HK. You'll probably have some more people to blast eventually at this rate, so don't complain."
"Dejection: Oh very well Master... not even a simple stun bolt?"
"No!"
"Resignation: Very well Master." With that, the droid went to a corner and began to stand guard.
Revan looked at Carth then, "Get to work on the sensors. The sooner we get moving, the sooner I can sort out this mess." Revan looked to everyone else, "We will all continue working on repairs as much as we can in the meantime: Save the spare parts for essential systems only. If you can do a patch job on a non-essential, do it. I have an idea on how we can go about my plan."
Revan looked to Bastila, "Love, come with me, I might need you for something." He looked to HK-47, "you too, droid."
HK-47 nodded its head, "Confirmation: As you wish, Master."
Everyone broke apart then, and the trio with Revan moved to the cargo bay.
Upon entering, the Sith prisoner they had given to the Rakata was still collapsed on the floor.
"Seems the Sith might be more intelligent then I have thought..." Revan idly said.
Bastila nodded, "Indeed. In any case, let us get this over with."
They both turned to the Carbonite frozen form of Yuthura Ban.
