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Chapter 3: Return of Revan
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The young and eager Jedi jumped off the ship while it was still in the air, about a good ten feet, and landed feet first with an "Oomph," a bright smile on his face. He quickly rushed past his Master, forgetting his etiquette and training in all his excitement.
His Master had on an amused grin and was slightly shaking his head, as he watched his young padawan gallop towards the destination he had his heart set on even before they had left the planet Onderon.
The young man had almost reached the Enclave's entrance before he finally became fully aware of what he had just done and quickly rushed back to his tiny, yet powerful Jedi teacher.
"I'm sorry Master Vandar…I…umm…perhaps," The Padawan stuttered as he bowed, struggling to get the words out, panting from the short run.
"Maybe…can I perhaps go and reunite with my friends Master? I have not seen them for quite some time now…close to four yearsto be correct actually." They young man said, his eyes pleading.
"I mean…we don't have to leave just yet right…?" Hope sparkled within his eyes. "We have at least a day for rest before the end of my trainings and the ceremony…right Master?"
The Jedi Master chuckled inwardly.
"He is still the same young boy I met those eighteen years ago, innocent and so young at heart." He looked the young man over.
Standing at a towering (at least to him) six foot seven, young Revan had certainly become one of the most gifted and talented Jedi he had ever met. He could see him doing great things in his future. At only twenty-two years of life, the young man was to advance onto the next stage of his Jedi training while others his age were not half as gifted as him. They could barely wield a lightsaber let alone use it with such technique and skill as he could. Tomorrow, Revan would enter the trials as a padawan, but emerge as a Jedi Knight. He smiled.
"Of course young padawan…"
He bowed quickly, showing his respect and dashed towards the entrance of the Jedi Enclave as fast as he could. There had been only one thing on his mind as they were nearing the planet, and that had been of her. He needed to find her, to tell her…
He entered the Enclave but now his sprint had slowed down to a walk as he took the time to just simply remember. To reminisce the long hours and days he had spent his childhood within these walls. He hadn't noticed how much he had missed this place. It had been his childhood home.
He continued walking, turning his head backwards to look behind him, and ran straight into the Jedi in front of him.
Revan quickly bowed when he heard the 'oomph' escape from the mouth of the other Jedi.
He didn't know what to do, so he did the thing he was most used to do whenever he made a mistake.
"I…I'm sorry Master Jedi." He said sincerely, not averting his gaze from the ground. He was too embarrassed to look the Jedi in the eye. "I should have been looking…"
His apology was cut short by the Jedi.
"Master eh?" The Jedi chuckled, laughing. "I like the sound of that…"
"That voice…" Revan thought. "Oh no… Force, it can't be…"
He looked up slowly, afraid of what he might see.
It was.
He didn't know whether he was more mortified because he had just bumped into him, a very careless thing for an almost Knighted Jedi to do, or because he had just called Malak Master… something he couldn't see happening in a thousand years.
He stopped laughing when he noticed who had bumped into him.
"Revan?" Malak asked, surprised to see the young Jedi.
"Malak…" Revan nodded as he smiled.
"Revan!" Malak exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"
"When did you get back?"
Revan laughed. "I face the trials tomorrow…"
Malak's jaw fell off. (A/N: xP)
After a few seconds, he regained enough composure to speak.
"Trials Revan!" He exclaimed. "But you've only been gone for about four years!"
Revan stared at him, a slight look of confusion on his face.
Malak continued to speak. "Force Revan, your only twenty-two…"
"Amazing…" He said, shaking his head. "Truly amazing…"
Revan gave him a grin. "Yeah Malak?" He challanged. "What's so amazing about that?"
Malak ignored him, and instead replied with a grin of his own.
"Wait till Bastila hears about this."
The grin on Revan's face disappeared as fast as it had come when he remembered the main reason he had come here for.
"Bastila?" He asked. "She's…She's still here?"
"Of course Revan," Malak replied. "She's training under Master Kreia now…"
"Master Kreia?" Revan wondered silently. Master Kreia had been his first Master, the one to choose him as a padawan learner, way before Master Vandar had taken him under his guidance. She was the one he always went to whenever he felt the need to discuss current events, and the one he confided in. He still thought of her as his mentor, even after all these years. He should go find her...
He had important questions that needed her answers and guidance...Bastila would have to wait...
He snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of Malak's hand being waved in front of his face and his questioning voice.
"Are you going to go see her?"
"Who?" Revan asked. "Master Kreia?"
"No…" Malak's voice was low and quiet, as if he was getting ready to tell Revan a great secret.
"Listen, Bastila's been…I don't know, depressed? Ever since you left." He said. "She's been throwing herself completely in her studies."
He continued. "Granted, she's just about on her way to becoming one hell of a Jedi, but…" He trailed off, trying to think of a way to say it.
Revan looked confused.
Malak spoke up again. "She's lost that spark you know Revan? Ever since you left, she's just been…" He looked at him, thinking of a better way to rephrase.
"I think she's turning into one of them…" He said, with a slight smirk on his face.
Revan smiled, knowing Malak, he was referring to the stuffiness of the Jedi Masters.
"How would you know?" he asked, a hint of skepticism in his voice. Secretly however, he was kind of happy that Bastila had missed him.
Malak groaned. "I've known her for as long as you have Revan."
"Princess Bastila thinks that I'm just as smart as a Bantha, but even I can tell when something's bothering her." He explained. "Besides, I can tell that she was sad you just left without so much as agoodbye and I think she lost her sense of humor." He looked at Revan with a smile on his face. "All your hard work down the fresher."
Revan laughed. "Since when did Princess there ever have a sense of humor?"
The smile left Malak's face and became more serious.
"Well Revan, I doubt that when you snuck up to her and tried to scare her while on a mission, she neverforced pushed you into a pile of Kinrath Poo Doo now did she?" He retorted.
Revan was near tears, laughing. He managed to gasp out between breaths. "That's...what you get...when you mess...with her royal...highness...you big Wookie."
"Nerf-hearder." Retorted Malak, mock glaring at the man that was a good three inches shorter then him.
Both Jedi became quiet, taking his own time to reflect on his feelings upon seeing one another again after close to four long years.
Malak was the first to move. He smiled, and brought his arm around Revan's shoulder. "It's good to have you back my friend."
Revan looked at Malak. "It's been good to see you too."
"You really should go find her before you have to start your trials tomorrow." Malak said, his tone serious. "I think she'd be glad to see you again."
"Would she?" He silently asked himself.
It was as if Malak could read his mind.
"Don't worry, she'll be glad to see you, Force, I bet you she'll even forget about that little bet you two made." He smirked.
"You know, the one you skipped out of when you lost?" He added.
Revan rolled his eyes, groaning as he gave Malak a not so mock shove and continued his explorations around the Enclave.
"You're going to find her?" Malak called outto him.
Revan looked over his shoulder to look back at the young Knight. "Yeah, but I need to find someone first."
Malak raised an eyebrow. "Alright, but I think you should go find her first…"
He looked at him.
"It was good seeing you again Revan."
Revansaid nothing, but smiled and nodded as he turned around to look for his old Master.
His obligations had changed when he heard that she was here.
He had much to talk and ask her about, especially about the rumors he had heard of the Mandalorians. He needed, no had to know if they were true.
"Bastila has to wait..." he thought sadly. Truth be told though, he was some what scared of seeing her again. But he just had to tell her before he left again...
He didn't want to miss her this time.
But chances were, he'd probably find Bastila somewhere with Master Kreia somewhere. After all she was learning under her…
He smiled as he started to run around, looking for Master Kreia.
He was going to kill two Shyracks with one lightsaber swing, as simple as that.
He just hoped his lightsaber didn't run out of power...
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Chapter three done! Sorry I haven't updated. I had a cold so was too tired.
Anyways, this fic is almost over :I Only about two chapters left.
R and R :)
Until next time…
