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"And bring it around your head and under your arm!" The woman standing on the sidelines, shout her advice encouraging the red haired woman who was currently losing to the young blond man.

Mira gritted her teeth in frustration and glared at Mical who currently had the advantage of pushing his weapon close to her throat, too close. In real life, this would have been a struggle for her life; in the sparring room it was a struggle for her reputation and level advancement in the challenges.

Mical grinned and leaned in to absorb his victory, taking in Mira's physical form eagerly. He had lusted after the Exile …or Kestrel, but he had lost before he had even started.

First it had been Master Kavar, who had made the matter clear that he fancied Kestrel when Mical had first come to the Enclave and fallen in love with the ex… Kestrel…

Then when she had found him once again, it was that scoundrel Atton, the lying man who did not hold anything of value that he could possibly give her.

So now, Mical lusted after Mira and the other woman… surely one of them would fall in love with him?

"…Gotca!" Mira grunted as she strained upwards and kicked Mical in the solar plexus hard. His eyes rolled up and his teeth clenched as he let out a small gasp before he collapsed to the ground in a tight ball.

Mira crouched down besides him and whispered in his ear, as she used the Force to pull his head closer to her mouth, "next time I slice them off if you so much as leer at me again, got that?"

Mical nodded desperately and she released her hold in the Force and limped away.

Mission arched an eyebrow as Mira staggered over to her side and nearly tripped over an uneven floor tile.

"He got you good, hey?"

Mira glowered death glares, Mission, who shrugged it off and, merely pulled out a medpac and jabbed it into Mira's leg.

"There…" Mission inspected the swollen ankle that ought to take care of it."

Mira watched as several figures entered the training room from the northern side of the training area.

"I thought Revan was away for a month or two, how come she's back earlier, Mission?"

"…Hmmm? Did you say something?" Mission preoccupied with the min computer device on her arm did not look up as Revan walked over to her.

Revan winked slowly at Mira and put a finger softly to her lips a smile spreading across her face as she approached Mission. Mira did nothing to warn her friend, expect wait and she didn't have to wait long.

Revan's planned antics soothed Mira immediately, allowing her to forgot her worries and problems as Mission's leg was pulled out from underneath her in the classic way that Bastila Shan Ordo had once done on Tatooine, blaming it on the shifting sands and Mission's lack of attention to where she was walking.

"What the bloody hell?" Mission jumped up and swirled around her hand reaching for the vibrodagger in a small sheath on her hip, when she realized who had tripped her.

"Revan!" Mission squealed and jumped on her friend with a hug, knocking Revan back who let her herself crash to the ground rather than use the Force to keep her balance.

Revan grinned at the girl as she helped her up, "I suppose that could be called payback for tripping you?" She smiled and arched an eyebrow at Mission who snorted and shook her head, "heck no! I'll get you back, don't worry about that."

Revan sighed and past a suffered look to her companion behind her, "you never did grow up did you?"

There was a smile underlying her tone and a slight twinkle of laughter in her eyes as Mission was greeted by her husband Dustil Onasi.

"Well depending on what aspect of growing up you are talking about, Master…"

"Dustil," Revan interrupted absently as she waved the rest of the sparring teams over, "I've told you once and I've told you all, I do not want to be called a Master by anyone!"

"But Mom, you are a Jedi Master and our teacher…" Dustil protested, the hint of a smile playing on his face as he tried to placate her.

"Two weeks kitchen chores then apprentice," Revan said her face craved out of stone as she turned serious again, all the laughter in her face gone.

"Starting tomorrow and I want proper meals, not something burnt or ruined…"

Revan scanned the crowd gathered before her critically before she looked at Mira with an odd look. "You," she pointed to Mira, "stay here and wait, I want to talk to you."

Issuing orders for Canderous and Zaalbar to go and patrol the perimeter with Mical and Yuthura.

Carth, Dustil, and Jolee where sent to the kitchens, much to Dustil's disappointment, while Bastila, Juhani and Visas where told to clean the general area and work on their shuttles and mechanic supplies in the hanger bay.

" Mission, I need you to go to the room and work with T3 and HK on those files I wanted for the next month. If you have any problems or find anythi—"

"Contact you I know, I know!" Mission rolled her eyes as everyone started to walk away. Mission started to leave, but she stopped and put her hand on Revan's shoulder, "it's good to have you back, Rev…"

Revan nodded and mumbled a thanks in return as the Twi'lek girl left her and Mira alone.

"Right, Mira… where is Kes?" Revan turned her hard cold calculating stare to Mira with full force.

"Umm, Kes…?" Mira asked and thought for a minute before she made the connection, "oh you mean Kestrel!"

Mira shrugged; "when Mission and I went to find her we found her sprawled on her notes at her desk, so we put her to bed and left her sleeping."

Revan frowned, "I see…" and then shook her head, "you need to practice more Mira. That was wide opening you left for blonde to stab you several times back there."

Mira shrugged, "I won, so it shouldn't matter now…"

Revan nodded thoughtfully, "Yes you did win that fight, but you might not always win other fights."

"What are you going on about, Master…?" Mira asked curiously watching as Revan quickly rubbed her arm.

A dart plunged into Mira's arm as Revan whirled, revealing a dart launcher similar to Mira's own located on her arm.

"…What?" Mira sputtered through numb lips as she fell back against the wall. Revan smiled as she hoisted up the weakly struggling Mira onto her shoulder.

"You're going to help me bring the Jedi down, such as the pitiful human that you are."

Revan dragged Mira up the stairs to the file room and entered to find another one already there, standing over a body on the ground, "she's alive still?" Revan asked as the other being morphed back into his form.

"Yes, Casey… she's alive still…"

Dustil's face grinned eagerly back at Revan as she dumped Mira besides the girl positioning her as though the two of them had had a fight, and produced a small knife, marking several cuts on the unconscious woman before she stood.

"Let's go… we have to make our shuttle…" Revan led the way towards the open roof, the being, now following her in his natural state as he was born with.

The Shades had come back to life again, and the Jedi blood would spill in their wake.