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A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update, I really hate this chapter but it is very important, thanks to all my reviewers I hope you enjoy this chapter.
What He Left Behind
Chapter 3: Only the Beginning
15 years earlier
I hate this, Revan thought as he quietly finished gathering his belongings. The decision to leave had been long in coming, but it still felt like someone was tearing his heart apart.
He looked at Bastila still lying asleep on their bed, his heart still quickened at the sight of her. His thoughts turned to the night before, their last night together, calling it special would be an understatement. Maybe it meant more to him because he knew it may be the last time he would ever see her? At any rate, she didn't know that at this very moment he was in the process of walking out of her life, possibly for good.
It wasn't that he wanted to; rather it was something he had to do. He needed to make up for all of the crimes he had committed; he needed to make sure no one else repeated them.
Hearing her deep even breaths and gazing at her natural beauty, he had second thoughts about leaving. What has she told you these last couple of months when you've acted like a jerk? The galaxy forgives you, move on! But he couldn't, the guilt of his former life weighed down on him. He struggled bearing it and now he knew a way to lift it. Possibly save lives like he had done the previous year rather then destroying them.
With those closing thoughts, he walked out of their residence. He was sure that he had left nothing behind.
He was wrong.
Present day
The girl just stared at him for what seemed like eternity, which was fine with him because he just stared right back. Sith, she looks like Bastila, he thought before quickly regaining composer. He couldn't think about such things, he wouldn't think about her.
"It's you," Was all she said in a dazed voice.
He raised an eyebrow, "Yes, I'm me and you're you."
"You're Revan," She still sounded dazed.
Now he was surprised, "How did you know that?" She opened her mouth to speak but he cut her off, "You're from the Republic aren't you? What are you doing here?"
"I've come to bring you back."
He stared at her for a moment and then burst out laughing, "Bring me back, are you mad?"
She turned bright red and her green eyes flashed, "No I am not mad, I'm being serious."
"Sorry I'm not going with you."
"You have to, the Republic needs you."
He started laughing again, "The Republic doesn't need me." He started walking away, but she ran after him.
"Then what about your friends, Carth, Mission, they need you. Bastila needs you!"
Adrenaline rushed through him when she spoke her name, he spun around and glared at her, "Don't you ever say that name again!" He said punctuating each word.
He hadn't meant to be so harsh and expected her to become frightened. He was surprised when she just stared and glared at him right back.
"Don't you ever say that name again!" When he said those words I clenched my jaw so hard I thought I would break a tooth. The nerve! It made me want to scream at him! Instead I settled to arguing with him.
"So now you abandon them, you abandon her? What do you think she has been doing this entire time you've been gone? You loved each other, if you knew the truth about…"
"I don't want to hear about it." He said sternly. All I could do was glare and him and consider disowning him. I couldn't believe this man was my father, the stories my mother told me portrayed him as a wonderful person who doted upon her, not someone who wouldn't even speak her name!
"I think you need to hear about it!" I yelled at him.
"I think you need to be quiet. Besides," a grin appeared on his face, I felt like slapping it off, "Is this any way to treat the person who just saved your life?"
"I hate you!" I yelled at him and stomped a little ways away. I know that was childish but he made me so angry; he wouldn't even let me explain who I was. I looked at him and he had an amused and very curious expression on his face.
"You're not a typical Jedi are you?" He said.
"I'm not a Jedi, my mother taught me to wield the Force."
He nodded, "I take it your mother left the Order after the Sith Wars."
"Yes she did." I told him, wondering what he was thinking.
Obviously he realized he knew little about me because he said, "Forgive me; I don't even know your name."
"Kala…" I stopped short of saying Shan. The thought came to me, what if he didn't want a daughter, and what if he didn't even love my mother anymore. I wasn't going to tell him everything and have him just send me home abandoning both of us. I needed to get to the bottom of this. "My name is Kala Nash."
"Kala Nash," He said repeating the false name, "and you are a Force wieldier who has come to take me back to the Republic." I nodded, "Well I'm sorry but you are going to have to going back."
"Well I'm not leaving without you, so that means I'll stay here with you."
He grew serious, "This isn't a game, I'm not here for fun Kala, I'm in a war and I can't have kids here getting hurt."
KIDS! Well that did it, "Listen, I know how to fight and I can take care of myself. I am NOT leaving without you so I'm going to stay here and fight what ever come my way."
He still looked serious, "How old are you?"
Uh oh, if he learned my real age there was no way he would let me into this war, "Ummm eighteen."
He snorted, "Right, I bet you aren't older then sixteen."
I sighed, "Fine, I'm fifteen."
He grinned in triumph, "You see, you are a kid and much too young to fight."
He was probably right but I didn't intend to admit defeat, "That's not true, Mission Vao fought beside you with the Ebon Hawk and she was only fourteen. If a fourteen year old is allowed to fight with you I certainly can."
He raised a finger as if to contradict me but I had him, instead I smiled sweetly at him. "You know too much about me," He grumbled.
"I probably know a lot more than you think." I admitted.
He gave me an I-doubt-that look, "Shouldn't you be in some academy instead of terrorizing me out here?"
"The only other academy I can go to know is the Jedi academy, and I'm NOT going there." I told him. "Besides, even if I was, its break."
"What do you have against the Jedi?" He asked.
"Nothing, I just don't agree with their ways of thinking, considering my mother is a Jedi who left the Order and my father…" I trailed off realizing I was saying too much. In order to figure out where my mother stood with him I was going to have to be discreet.
But he didn't question me instead he said, "The only way you're going to leave me alone is if I let you fight with me huh?"
Now I smiled brightly, "Yep."
He made groaning sound, "Where's your ship?"
Now I glared at him, "I told you the only way I'm…"
"Going back is if I go with you, yes I remember." He finished for me. "We need to land your ship in the settlement so that a lucky Sith doesn't stumble upon it."
Now I blushed, how foolish could I be?
We were silent as we trudged a long to forest. I spent much of the time studying his profile. He still looked much like the picture I had, if a little older and looking a bit grim because he was beaten by a fifteen year old. I felt his presence with the Force, felt his strength and power. For so long I had always searched for it in order to at least know he was alive, though my mother told me that she felt he was not one with the Force, I'm stubborn and wouldn't believe her.
Now I would be able to search for his presence if need be, but you won't have to because he's going to come with you I reminded myself but these thoughts did little to sooth the panic I felt.
Suddenly he stopped, "The Ebon Hawk?" He turned to look at me, "You stole the Ebon Hawk?"
"I did not steal I borrowed."
"Let me guess, without permission!" That made me angry, very angry.
"Listen you mongrel, I am not a thief! Carth told me to borrow the ship and I did, a long with the droids." I wasn't finished, words just kept spilling out, "Besides your one to talk, you're the one who is famous for 'borrowing' a third of the Republic's fleet, and didn't you steal the Hawk from Davik in the first place? And what about…"
He cut me off, "Alright, alright I get the picture, I'm not exactly the best role model, and I shouldn't have accused you of stealing to begin with." He sighed, "The way you talk reminds me of…never mind."
Reminds him of Bastila, was that what he was going to say? I silently cursed the frustration I was feeling.
We were boarded the ship when I suddenly realized something, the droids knew who I was! They could tell him that I was his daughter!
"Exclamation: Master I've found you!"
Oh no, if I didn't act fast everything could go wrong.
I jumped in front of Revan, "Umm look, let me talk to the droids for a sec, I…uh have to tell them that we aren't going to the Republic just yet."
"Why not just tell them now?"
"Umm…because I'm worried about T3, he's uh…going to take it hard, he really liked…uh the uh…cleaning facilities on Telos." Why am I such and idiot?
He looked at me as if I was crazy, "Ooookay, I don't want to ask, I'll just go to the cockpit."
I breathed a sigh of relief when he left then turned to the droids, "Look, here is the deal, do not under any circumstances tell him that I am his daughter, okay?"
"Answer: I shall do as you order Mistress." And T3 gave a few beeps, now I could breathe easily.
I found him in the cockpit like he said, he was looking at the Navputer, "How were you able to crack into this thing? I made sure no one would be able to find out where I had gone."
I got help from an old Jedi friend because he wanted me to find you; yeah if I told him the truth he would believe me, right. Instead I said, "I have no clue, I made special spike and just prayed to the Force it would work." I know lame excuse but he bought it.
"Ok, we are going to land in the settlement in order to dock the Hawk and then I'll take you to my camp."
"Great!" Soon I would be fighting in war, I should be scared, but I was really excited. Sorta.
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