-- Chapter 2: With our fearless leader gone, who shall lead us now? --

Mission paced the length of the main hold and kicked at some imaginary thing on the deck. She glared at nothing in particular as Zaalbar watched her pace again.

"Mission, you should stop and eat something, they will not return any sooner, even if you continue to pace like this." Zaalbar growled and shook his head at the young girl as she turned to face him with an incredulous look on her face, the anger notable on her face.

"Zaalbar, how can you talk like that!Revan, Canderous, T3, and HK could be hurt or in trouble and all we're doing… doing…" Mission sputtered, at a loss for words, trying fuel her anger into what she felt as she stood there shaking with her fists clenched and her lekkus quivering in rage.

"You should have stopped them, you brainless furball! You saw him before he left… last week! You could have stopped Revan – why didn't you?"

Zaalbar rose to his full height at her insulting words and growled menacingly as he called for someone else to come to the main hold.

He did not have to though for Juhani had already sensed what was happening and had come to investigate the potential problem.

The Cather took one look at Mission and sighed silently as she walked over to the young girl and put her arm hesitantly around Mission's shoulders.

Normally Mission would have felt gratified, touched even at the motion Juhani was making on her part, but not today.

She turned to look at Juhani with a mixed expression on her face before she exploded into action.

"Get off me!"

Mission grabbed the hand holding her shoulder as Revan had taught her too and threw Juhani into the bulkhead behind them.

"Don't tell me what to do!" Mission screamed as she leaped at Juhani and started to beat her fists on Juhani, scoring strong hits, strong enough to wind the Jedi guardian.

"Stay away from me! You're all the same! You always throw your lives away for the better good!"

"Mission, what…?" Juhani was barely able to speak before more blows rained down on her.

Mission' eyes were glazing over, hatred shinning in them. "Well, what about us? Don't we lowly non-force users matter to you Jedi anymore?"

"Mission, what are you doing?" Zaalbar pulled the girl away from the gasping Juhani as Jolee and Carlos rushed into the room to investigate the ruckus.

Carlos immediately pulled out his rifle and looked around the room before his eyes centered on Mission.

"What's wrong with Mission?" He asked frowning as he took a good look at the shaking girl.

Mission didn't answer in words, she answered in action, throwing a small flash grenade to the ground. The howl that accompanied the commotion was more than enough noise for Mission to slip away.

She ran silently to Bastila's quarters, currently the cargo hold and grabbed a blaster pistol on her way in from the rack on the way.

"Where is he?" Mission demanded, pressing the blaster against Bastila's forehead, startling the meditating woman out of her meditation state.

"I do not know, Mission, Revan closed himself off to me…" Her eyes flickered wryly at the shaking blaster, "if you wish to kill me, Mission, then go ahead, I would not stop you."

Bastila's voice was steady as where her hard blue eyes; Mission closed her eyes and pressed the trigger.

Nothing happened.

Mission frowned and opened her eyes, to see that Carlos holding the power pack to the blaster in one hand, the other held a control to a neural disruptor collar, now resting on the enraged Bastila's neck.

"What did you do that for!"

Mission and Bastila both shouted at Carlos who glared at the two of them.

"First Mission, you attacked Juhani for no reason and then tried too kill Bastila…"

"Second, Bastila you should know better than to encourage Mission right now, and that Revan didn't waste his time to go drag you back from the Jedi Council, so you could be merely killed here among friends instead."

Neither woman had much more of a chance to complain as Jolee stuck them from behind, with heavy and powerful sleeping stims. Jolee threw a dirty look at Carlos, "did you have to stick that collar on her?"

Carlos gathered Bastila up in his arms, "you rather she'd have torn the ship apart?"

Jolee shuddered, thinking about the cold vacuum that was separated by the deck plating between them and death. "No," Jolee admitted, "I would not have enjoyed that…"

Carlos gave the old man a nod, "then it's settled." He brushed past Jolee and paused in the doorway, "does she need any medical treatment right now?"

Jolee sighed tiredly, "If you want to take Bastila to her quarters then go ahead, Carlos…"

"But," and he shook a finger, "if I find that something went on that wasn't suppose to happen then they're be hell to pay."

Carlos snorted firmly, "I have my orders Master Bindo… there is nothing that will or can stop me from protecting the Lady Bastila… nothing. The young man turned and left Jolee holding Mission upright.

Jolee grumbled under his breath, as he carried Mission to the medical bay. "I am going to kill Revan when I find him… making me a Master Jedi and placing me on the Jedi Council and then he decides to go off on us and disappear… young rips these days have no respect for the older smarter generations…"

After laying Mission in the med bay to rest, in his opinion, the extremely comfortable bed, he went back out to check on Juhani and Bastila.

"The kid must be exhausted…" Jolee thought out loud when he passed by Carlos sprawled form across one of the bunks just across Bastila's bunk. He bent down besides, Bastila's side and looked closely at her face.

Tears ran down her face as she turned quietly in her sleep; Jolee leaned in closer to hear her whisper Revan's name and he leaned back, his face a bitter mask of emotions.

He crossed over to Juhani's side and checked on her conditions. She was sleeping, feeling more at home in the women' quarters, rather than the medical bay and that was fine with Jolee. He slept better in a tiny room sometimes, himself anyways.

Jolee left the two sleeping woman alone and ducked his head into the cockpit, to Zaalbar and Carth flying the ship.

He watched for a minute and pulled back out, not willing to intrude on the two friends who were talking quietly, he himself needed sometime to focus his thoughts out.

Jolee went to the men quarters' and sat down on his bunk, cross-legged. He sank into the meditative posture gently as he thought about all that had happened recently, his thoughts drifting back to just before the Star Forge…

Carlos waited all night, until he pulled the nightshift and went to the communications room, and typed in several cryptic codes into the link center.

"Krell here, yes…?"

"It's me, Master…" Carlos spoke up and proceeded to tell his Master of what had happened that day.

"I see…" His Master's voice was dark and withdrawn in thought as he replied to Carlos. "Let her do what she must do, but she cannot find me, Carlos… if that clear?"

Carlos swallowed, after he had seen the Lady Bastila freak out when she had been told that Revan, Canderous, T3-M4 and HK-47 were gone, he was seriously in doubt that nothing short of Revan could stop the woman.

"Carlos… I said is that clear?" His Master was suddenly speaking to him and Carlos realized that he hadn't answered and was delaying his Master…

"I'm sorry, Sir… I was just thinking how hard it was to LadyBastila to find out that…"

"Yes, I did not believe she would take it that hard, but I could imagine what happened…"

"Uncle, what should I do, or what would you have me do?" Carlos licked dry lips, "please, I'm not sure, what I should do to help her…"

"The abrupt departure will undoubtedly cause them all stress, and then you will be able to see how much a misfit crew matched together in a time of great need, a year ago, was… is left behind."

A noise from the cockpit suddenly jarred through the silence following his Master's statement. Carlos ducked his head out of the doorway and heard footsteps coming. He quickly reached the comm. and spoke quickly, "someone's coming, Master… When will I be able to contact you next?"

His Master replied quickly, as though he could sense the urgency from Carlos' voice, "I'll be on Chandrilla in a few hours and Talravin in a couple of weeks for sure… after that I do not know…" He signed off and Carlos dashed into the cockpit just as Carth entered.

"What's happening?" Carth demanded as he slid into the pilot's seat as Carlos checked all of his boards.

"I'm getting nothing here, you?" Carlos turned to look at Carth with a sour look on his face, "that's the second false alarm in the hour. Where did you get this heap of junk?"

"Revan bought it. Said it was the sister-ship of the Ebon Hawk…" Carth's mouth quirked, "I think this was Revan's way of making us stay alert at all times…"

Carlos gapped at his superior, "the Forgotten is the sister ship to the Ebon Hawk?"

Carth chuckled dryly, "yes kid, Revan made it himself, with the help of HK and T3…"

He was about to say more when he stopped speaking, and turned around, his face set in a look of trouble.

Bastila stood in the doorway, her hair all unkempt and her eyes were bloodshot.

"Change our course! We're going to go to Deralia… now!"

Sorry, I left this so long, I'm working between several stories right now, so I want to get my chapters right - I think I got this down. Anyways R&R please! And many thanks to Bjrn Fallqvist, Trevor X, and Mangalor5for their reviews!