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Summary: Sequel to Destiny's Knight. Follows the ending of the Story and begins with Revan and Bastila claiming the Sith Throne. I'd like to thank all of my loyal readers who asked for a sequel and I will continue to write to appease you all, thank you.

Chapter 3: Reunions

Bastila awoke with a start, first realizing that she was alone and second that she was not in her own room. The former Jedi slowly pulled herself from the bed and looked down at herself, flushing slightly when she realized her clothing was scattered around the room.

"So it wasn't a dream..."

A small smile played across her lips as she took in a deep breath, still able to sense the faint traces of her lover's scent.

"Where is he?"

A small frown crossed her features as she pulled the bed sheets around her, looking around Revan's room and flushing further when she recalled coming over and needing him. She could not put it any other way, she needed him and whatever he gave her was not enough until finally she had pushed him and he had given in. Slowly and with a groan, she pulled herself from Revan's bed, stretching out her aching muscles and blinking several times to clear the sleep from her eyes, gasping when she spotted Revan, propped in a chair. Bastila slowly made her way over to him, noting that he was clad in his armor and fast asleep.

"What are you doing over there?"

Bastila padded softly to Revan's side, smiling softly when she heard him murmur in his sleep, calling out her name softly and sensing the small scowl.

"You were watching over me weren't you?"

She said softly, noticing he held one of his lightsabers tightly in his hand. Bastila turned and used the Force to pull the azure beamed saber he had given her, recalling the meaning behind the gift.

Bastila shook her head of the thoughts, content for the first time since her childhood when she had a family and felt the warmth of love from her father. Bastila quietly made her way to the refresher, showering and dressing in a clean set of Dark Jedi robes before locating her armor and pulling it over her obsidian robes. Reaching through the Force she could sense Revan stirring to consciousness, smirking when she saw an image of herself flashing through his mind. Bastila entered his room to see him standing and looking about frantically for a moment before calming at the sight of her.

"Lost something have you?"

Bastila smirked, drawing close and embracing him tightly.

"Are you alright? I never meant for it to go so far but-"

Bastila silenced Revan by a wave of her hand.

"I haven't felt this good since I was a child..."

Bastila sighed, tightening her embrace on Revan. Revan relaxed slightly, brushing his gloved hand along her face for a moment before reaching into the bond, sensing a great contentment and peace in Bastila. Surprised when he felt the same feeling enter him. Bastila pulled away reluctantly from the embrace, frowning as she spared a glance at the chrono.

"Siran is going to be very upset that we weren't there for this morning's training session..."

Bastila groaned. After nearly a month and a half in the presence of the younger woman she had come to see that the scarlet Twilek had a fierce temperament and a fuse about as short as an Ewok.

"She's always on edge about something. She's a bright girl too, she'll understand and I'm certain she will be happy..."

Revan trailed off, sensing a small flicker of jealousy coming from Bastila. Revan cocked an eyebrow beneath his mask and smirked, knowing where her thoughts were going.

"Come on, Juhani had a crush on me too and it went nowhere. Siran is like a little sister to me..."

Revan winced as he spoke the word, sister. A sudden pain erupting in his chest where Brin's saber had torn through his lungs. Bastila herself shuddered slightly, turning back to Revan.

"What are we going to do with her when we catch her?"

Bastila asked in a cold tone. Ever since seeing Revan being run through she had harbored a deep resentment towards Brin that slowly burned into rage and hatred as she fell to the darkside. She knew that if Brin had managed to control her emotions that none of her tortures would have happened.

"We will see... she's my blood Bastila... I can't turn my back on that easily..."

Bastila placed her hands on her hips and glared at Revan.

"Easily! Easily? She tried to kill you!"

She snapped. Revan sighed, seating himself on his bed and looking at the bulkhead for a moment as silence filled the room.

"She is my blood, Bastila. She means as much to me as your mother does to you..."

Revan trailed off, wincing when he realized he had brought up a subject that had been silent between the two since dropping her mother off on Coruscant at the Jedi Temple.

"Do you think she's alright?"

Bastila asked in a worried tone, all anger forgotten. Revan furrowed his brow for a moment before speaking.

"Carth made me promise him in the cell on the Leviathan after you passed out that if anything would happen to him that I would free his son... He is an honorable man and one of the few that stood up for us after Malak's defeat... I have little doubt that he is making sure your mother is treated well and with respect..."

Bastila frowned, concerned for the backlash that would hit her mother at the knowledge that her daughter was the apprentice to the Dark Lord Malak and that she had been tortured, beaten and raped amongst other things. She could sense the guilt rising in Revan and quickly went to his side, embracing him tightly.

"Its not your fault..."

Revan shook his head, trying to pull himself from the embrace.

"If I had not fallen in the first place, if I had not given into despair at the mere sight of the true Sith-"

"We've been over this already!"

Bastila snapped, pulling out of the embrace and glaring once more at Revan.

"Quit feeling sorry for yourself. The past cannot be changed, all we can do now is fight. We have to be strong to destroy the Republic and the Sith and you, YOU need to stop dwelling on things that cannot be changed."

Bastila winced at the harshness of her voice and how cold she sounded, noting that Revan stiffened at her words. Slowly, Revan stood and looked down at her through his mask.

"I always loved your strength..."

He said softly, smiling as he offered his hand to Bastila, helping her from the bed.

"You're right... as always. We have a war to win."

The two Sith Masters slowly made their way out of the room, heading to a slightly fuming Twilek apprentice to train and go over fallback plans for the Sith Empire.

Carth Onasi sat silently in his office, glaring at the latest reports of the Sith fleet. Apparently the new Dark Lord of the Sith was either a complete fool or a total genius. The Sith had lost nearly half their empire in the two months since the battle of the Star Force and the Republic fleet was tearing through the small garrisons and meeting minimal resistance. The Republic soldier cursed his superiors and their idiocy. The Jedi had completely broken from the war effort, appalled over the Republic's treatment of its prisoners, namely Darth Revan and Darth Shan. Carth knew that it was only a matter of time before the Jedi returned to the Republic's side. Jolee and Brin had told him that there was a rift forming in the Order over the issue of the two missing and presumed dead Sith Masters. Many had believed the Republic made a reasonable demand to imprison and put Revan on trial. Many more also through that Bastila deserved the same fate for falling to the dark side. Carth balled his hands into tight fists and fought not to snarl in outrage. He had heard stories of how the Sith broke their prisoners and was loath to think about what may have happened to the young Jedi woman he had befriended.

"Dammit Brin. I was angry too but that was a little extreme..."

Carth cursed his trail of thoughts. It seemed that all he could think of lately was the young Jedi. He was too angry with Revan at the time to chastise Brin for her actions on the Leviathan but after cooling down and seeing the treatment of Revan and the results of Bastila's capture, Carth allowed himself to feel angry. He had forgiven Brin of course, he had wanted to do the same thing to Darth Revan for years and had confronted the man after he had come from his coma only to receive a very vivid wake up call at the end us the man's lightsaber blade. The door to his office opened to reveal Brin Tachi. Carth offered a small smile and tilted his head.

"Hey there beautiful, what brings you here?"

Carth asked, curious about the Jedi Knight's presence during the daytime. Brin frowned as she sat herself in a chair. After coming to Coruscant, the Jedi had made her a Knight, which she had protested greatly. Unable to bear telling them of her actions on the Leviathan, Brin had grudgingly taken the rank after they had mentioned that she was such a prime example of what the Jedi should strive to be, offering protection to Darth Revan and Darth Shan after their capture. Brin frowned at the memory, shamed at her actions and her inaction as she was knighted.

"It wasn't right. Revan was in all rights my Master and he should have been there..."

"I'm actually here on business, sorry to disappoint flyboy."

Carth grinned and sat himself, pulling a datapad in case he needed to record any information.

"So what's the news?"

He asked as nonchalantly as possible. Brin sighed and shook her head.

"The Jedi are planning to rejoin the war effort. They think whoever the new Dark Lord or Lady of the Sith is that they are dangerous... very dangerous..."

Carth raised an eyebrow, surprised that the Jedi were actually taking action on his own suspicions.

"What makes them think that?"

He asked quietly. Brin shook her head in annoyance.

"The Republic is winning too easily. A defeat, any defeat would be a political nightmare and you know who controls the flow of credits to the Jedi."

She snarled bitterly. Carth nodded, surprised that the Senate would see such a flaw in their sudden victory.

"Maybe when those bureaucrats think their positions are threatened they actually get something done."

Carth joked, trying to brighten the mood. Brin's features darkened.

"That's exactly the reason and you know it."

Carth sighed, turning to look out over the cityscape of the Republic capitol.

"Who do you think the new Sith Lords are? The fact that no one had been able to even get a holo or a name from them and that they control the entire Sith fleet is a shock after two months... Whoever they are, they're dangerous and the Republic really needs to stop charging in headlong into the Sith Empire before whoever it is makes their move."

Brin nodded agreement.

"The High Council allowed me to sit in on a few discussions and they think that either the Sith really are broken after the Star Forge or that they are drawing the Republic fleet into a very greatly orchestrated attack..."

"But without the supplies those worlds they are losing can offer..."

Carth added quickly, furrowing his brow further.

"That's the thing. Some Jedi operatives on a few Outer Rim worlds... where the Republic doesn't seem to bother looking say that the Sith have been moving things around a lot out there these past two months..."

Carth frowned.

"That might be worth looking in to..."

Brin shook her head in frustration.

"That's the thing. There's no money to be gained in the Outer Rim. Any supplies the Republic can find out there would be too far away and too costly to secure... It just isn't cost efficient."

Carth growled under his breath.

"This is ridiculous. If the Sith are moving on those worlds and find enough resources... their fleet is mobile enough that they wouldn't need the supply lines or depots that the Republic uses. With a smaller Empire they can choose to reinforce all absolutely essential worlds while using the bulk of their fleet to stage hit and run attacks in the Republic which would be too strong to repel if our fleet is tearing through their Empire and taking worthless targets... Whoever is coordinating this action must know that and whoever is behind all this has to be drawing the Republic into some kind of trap..."

Brin smiled sadly.

"If I didn't know any better I'd say it was my little brother..."

Carth's head immediately snapped to Brin. The Republic Soldier slowly made his way to the woman and laid a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"Listen, don't let it eat you up. You can make up for what you did, all you did was on mistake and there's nothing you can do to take it back but you can help as much as you can and make certain that no one else makes the same mistake..."
Brin shrugged off Carth's hand and shook her head.

"No, I mean it sounds like something he would do... don't you remember how he drew the Mandalorians in to attack Malachor V or how he took most of the Republic fleet with him after the Mandalorian wars and weakened them... he always had some gargantuan plan that would work no matter what..."

Carth snorted and nodded agreement.

"Almost ever plan, but this time we don't have Bastila or her Battle Meditation."

"And the Sith might..."

Brin added thoughtfully.

"You can't seriously believe that even if those two survived Dodonna's ship that they would go into the heart of the Sith Empire and reclaim the throne, after all they did to take Malak and the Sith down?"

Brin frowned and shrugged.

"I don't know. After the way the Republic treated them I wouldn't be surprised if they did..."

Carth grunted, nodding his agreement as he stared at the Jedi Knight for a moment.

"Brin... do you want to go get something to eat after I finish my shift?"

Carth asked. Brin smiled and nodded.

"I think I'd like that. We haven't seen much of each other since Rakata and I'd like to hear how Dustil is doing... and it would be nice to have someone to talk about these things too..."

Brin added with a frown. Carth nodded, knowing that he wanted to talk about what had happened in the past two months as well.

"How does Nineteen hundred sound?"

Brin asked softly. Carth smiled and nodded.

"Sounds good to me, Gorgeous."

Mission Vao slowly padded her way through the Sith base, making her way from its computer core control room. The Twilek had downloaded the database in the hopes of tracking ship movements through Sith space.

"Geez I thought that we could try tracking any Republic registered ships but this is impossible!"

Mission took a quick glance at the information and frowned. There were simply too many ships to track and it would be near impossible to track a single one and be on the right track. Mission frowned.

"I guess Canderous' tip off isn't that great..."

The high security base on the Sith world of Roon was the center of the Sith's power. In the wake of the Republic's advance, the distant and hidden world was perfect to coordinate and control the Sith war effort, though they didn't seem to be putting up much of a fight. Mission frowned as she quietly made her way past a group of chattering guards, briefly hearing them mention that the new Dark Lord and his apprentice would be arriving later that afternoon.

"I'd better get out of here before then!"

Mission quickly turned a corner and made her way through a set of doors to avoid a pissed off looking Twilek Dark Jedi only to groan inwardly when the young woman followed her path and sat herself in the room, glaring at the doorway. Moments later the doorway opened and Mission had to nearly stumble out of the way to keep from being discovered. Mission cursed herself for seeking refuge in this room when she realized that it was a gathering for the Sith Masters.

"Probably a welcome committee for the Dark Lord."

"What is it you wanted to speak to me about?"

The scarlet Twilek woman hissed, glaring at the Sith Masters before her.

"Darth Siran we were curious as to what your Master has planned not that the Republic seems to control well over half our Empire..."

"His Empire!"

Siran snapped, causing the four Sith Masters to tense.

"For now..."

One of the Sith masters replied cryptically. Siran instantly activated her saber, beheading the unsuspecting Sith Master. The other three Sith activated their sabers as another spoke.

"I was hoping your loyalty could be won over but I see the rumors were true. You will die, foolish child."

"I don't think so."

A powerful voice said from the doorway. Mission nearly fell over in shock when the armored form of Darth Revan entered the room. Even with his face hidden beneath the mask it was obvious that he was pissed by his stance. With a simple motion, Revan's crimson saber ignited and a second figure stepped form behind him. Mission narrowed her eyes for a moment as she gauged the smaller figure's armored form and was uncertain of who it was until she heard the voice and nearly jumped with glee.

"Your betrayal will not go unpunished."

The three Sith Masters were dropping to their knees and begging forgiveness from the Dark Lord but all three of their opponents advanced with their weapons activated, causing the Sith Masters to jump to their feet and attempt to fend them off. Mission watched in fascination as Revan, Bastila and Siran expertly and quickly struck down the Sith Masters with little effort.
"How many does that make, I'm starting to loose count."

Revan joked, tensing when he heard a small giggle coming from the room. With a quick motion of his hand the room sealed, locking the unseen guest with the three Dark Jedi. Siran snarled and quickly did a probe of the room, hissing in annoyance when she failed to find anything.

"Whoever this person is they are good, I can't sense their presence in the Force. It could be an assassin they train to block their presence."

Revan looked to Bastila for a moment before doing a sweep himself, surprised at how well their unseen adversary could hide herself. The giggle was what threw the Sith Lord off the most. It was strangely familiar and after a few moments of silent deliberation with Bastila, he chanced a guess.

"Mission?"

Siran growled in annoyance.

"Mission? How am I supposed to know its mission! Probably to kill you My Lord."

She snapped. Revan laughed as a young Twilek girl appeared seemingly out of thin air and flung herself to him.

"What? No comebacks?"

Revan questioned, surprised to see tears rolling down the young girl's cheeks. Before Bastila could inquire, she was nearly knocked over as Mission flung herself at her as well. Siran frowned, confused by the appearance of the girl and assumed a defensive stance, looking around the room warily. After several minutes of Mission's sobbing, Revan finally had enough.

"Alright, so who else is here Mish?"

Mission sniffed several times and spoke.

"Big Z, Canderous and the droids..."

Revan nodded and looked to Siran.

"Siran Sek'Tai, meet Mission Vao."

Siran tilted her head slightly in greeting, relaxing visibly.

"Speaking of which..."

Mission muttered, walking over to Siran and kicking her in the shin.

"Mission's my name, you better remember it!"

Siran hissed in pain and glared at the younger Twilek, prepared to kill her when Revan stepped between them.

"Alright Mission you have your revenge for the mission comment, not lay off before she kills you."

Mission frowned and looked back to a fuming Siran.

"Uhm, sorry."

Siran growled and turned around.

"Child!"

She hissed, crossing her arms across her chest and staring at the wall. Revan chuckled as he looked back to Mission's frowning face.

"I think she likes you, she's just too stubborn to admit it!"

Revan's smile shifted to a serious expression as he stared at Mission for a moment.

"Are you sure you want to be here, Mission?"

Mission frowned and blinked several times.

"What do ya mean Rev?"

She asked, her normal carefree self. Revan and Bastila sighed and Siran growled in annoyance as she snarled.

"Do you stand with us or against us?"

Mission blinked several times as her headtails tightened around her neck.

"I'm with ya Rev."

She said after a moment's pause. Bastila smiled as she slowly walked over to Mission and hugged her.
"That is good to hear, Mission. It will be nice to be amongst friends..."

Bastila said softly as she pulled away. Mission smiled happily and looked around the briefing room at the damage the three Dark Jedi had unleashed minutes before.

"Wow, you guys don't play around huh?"

She finally commented as she knelt down and picked up a Dark Jedi's saber, holding it awkwardly as she depressed the switch and watched a crimson beam shoot out of the shaft.
"What is it with Sith and red blades?"

Mission asked as Siran snatched the weapon from her grasp, throwing it to the ground and scolding her for wielding the dangerous weapon. Revan shrugged as he looked down at his crimson beamed saber hanging from his belt.

"I dunno, I guess its just more menacing than blue..."

Bastila nudged Revan motioning to the saber he had given her and laughed.

"Then again it's the person who wields the weapon that is usually the frightening thing... Mission please don't pick that up."

Revan commented as Mission knelt to retrieve her lost saber. Mission pouted for a moment before kicking the cylinder across the room and following Revan, Bastila and Siran from the room.

"You'd better contact that Mandalorian and Zalbaar. I don't want them getting excited and killing all our people..."

Bastila commented to Mission as she nodded her agreement.

"Yea, they were expecting me back a few minutes ago, I know Big Z is going to be on Canderous to come and look for me and Canderous... is just out for a kill I guess..."

Mission frowned as she activated her wrist comm and contacted her companions.