Author's Note: Hey everyone! I just wanted to say a quick thank you to Passon for the review. I really appreciate when anyone takes the time to let me know my stuff is being read. Thanks again! And now, to the story…

Ch.3

After a few more hours of searching, nothing turning up, and Revan kicking some terminal stands, the pair decided it was time to leave. As they walked, they talked as they often did to fill in the silences that surrounded them.

"I remember hating this place." Revan said as she glanced around. "The smell, the look, the darkness. Everything about it made my skin crawl, but I had to stay here. For a whole week, I worked at gaining enough prestige to impress Uthar, so I could get my hands on that star map."

Maicah listened as she often did instead of speaking. It wasn't that Revan spoke too much for if she wished to speak, Revan would gladly listen, but she rarely spoke of her past.

"It wasn't that easy, of course." Revan continued. "I ended up having to face both Uthar and Yuthura because she turned on me, but it did work to our advantage. After defeating her, I convinced her to return to the light side and…she did." Revan smiled.

"Have you seen her since?" Maicah asked curiously.

"Yes, I have. I talked with her at the celebration of Malak's defeat. But since the celebration, I have heard nothing of her."

They exited the Academy and made it to their ship shortly after.

Maicah sat at the table in the ship's small mess hall, drinking some water. Revan walked in and looked at her then poured herself some ale. She slowly sat down across from her at the table in silence.

"I'm sorry, but you need to say something about your past." She finally said after a moment. Maicah looked at her, puzzled.

"Don't act like you don't know what I mean. We've fought together a bit and I've poured out my own past to you, yet you haven't even told me what you did while in exile."

"Telling me of your past was your choice. Keeping my own to myself is mine. Respect it." She said coldly, finishing off her water.

"Oh, don't give me that." Revan said impatiently. "I don't even know if I can trust you. You're hiding far too much!"

"I'm hiding too much?" Maicah asked, offended. "You're the one who acts like you're some normal, happy-go-lucky person. But guess what, Revan? You're not! You were a commander in the Mandalorian Wars, a war hero who turned to the dark side, became a Sith Lord and killed millions, both Jedi and not. But it doesn't end there, does it? You were almost defeated by your apprentice, Malak, but saved by Bastila whom you killed later. You were given a new identity, completely unaware of your past at first, and defeated Malak after a long journey. Only God knows what you did between the time you defeated Malak and decided to look for the 'true Sith', but you left the Republic in pieces. You broke the hearts of those who loved you. You have so much to answer for. Why? What are you trying to hide?" Maicah stopped and immediately watched Revan who had stayed calm throughout her rant.

"I'm sorry. You are right, I do have so much to answer for. I know I've been forgiven, but I can't forgive myself. That is why I'm so happy…or appear to be. I try and hide behind it so you will not know or see the true me."

Maicah nodded as Revan sipped her ale. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get so angry. Such emotions lead to the dark side."

Revan nearly choked on her drink once the words left Maicah's mouth. "That is why you are so jaded? You're afraid to feel because those feelings will lead to the darkside? You have been fed lies, Maicah. Lies."

Maicah raised a brow, but decided to listen to Revan. After all, she had a feeling she knew what she was talking about.

"Most of the teachings we both were taught should be followed, so don't get me wrong. But to not feel emotion is such a foolish thing to ask of anybody. We are both human, you and I, and so are all the Jedi. Emotions are present within all of us from the day we're born until the day we die. Don't deny them, Maicah. Feel them, but do not act upon them. As long as you think, everything will be all right." Revan finished her ale.

Maicah looked down to her cup, silent. Revan sighed and allowed the silence to overtake them for the moment, but broke it once again.

"Pazaak?" Revan whispered to herself.

Maicah looked up angrily. "Stay out of my head, Revan."

Revan looked at her. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to know something from your past. It wasn't fair for me to look into your mind, but I've revealed about all there is to reveal about myself. It's time for you to tell me something. What was with the pazaak? Do you have a love for the game?"

Maicah shrugged. "The game is all right, but I wouldn't say I have a love for it."

"Then why was it always on your mind before…and now?" Revan asked.

Maicah looked away from Revan, her thoughts wandering elsewhere. "When you need to escape, think of this. Just you and me, playing pazaak." She whispered.

Revan stared at her, puzzled. She had heard her clearly, but had no idea what she was talking about. "Maicah? What are you talking about?"

Tears began to stream down Maicah's face. "Atton." She said quietly.

Revan looked relieved. She listened, anxious to hear whatever Maicah was about to say.

"Atton Rand. He was…a Jedi." She stopped and Revan remained silent. "He was intelligent, handsome, strong, and kind…he may not have always seemed that way, but he truly was. I loved him."

"Loved?" Revan asked curiously. "Where is he now?"

"He is dead. He died in my own arms." Maicah responded, her eyes emotionless.

"Oh, Maicah. I'm so sorry." Revan began, but fell silent when Maicah waved her hand.

"All the tears I had left were all ready shed. Let us leave what is in the past in the past…and let us focus on the present and future." She slowly stood. "Where are we heading?"

Revan shook her head. "I have plotted no where as of right now. I'm trying to think of where we can go."

Maicah thought for a moment and began to leave the mess hall, but stopped, startled. "I can't believe I forgot to tell you. I'm so sorry." She said quickly. "Admiral Onasi."

Revan looked at her with a worried expression. "What? What is it?"

"I met with him a bit before I found you. He wanted me to deliver a message to you." She continued as Revan waited. "All he said was that he's waiting for you."

"Thank you." Revan said then quickly stood from her chair and ran out from the room, down the corridor, and to the cockpit.

Maicah chased after without hesitation. "Revan, this may not be a wise decision. Feel your emotions, but do not act upon them!"

Revan stopped and looked at Maicah. "We have no information on any true Sith at all. Maybe my feeling was wrong all along, maybe there is nothing to fear. Those I fought before and after you joined me were simply the Sith of our age scattered about. They didn't even know what they were doing out there."

Maicah shook her head. "We can't give up, not now. Besides we may have something to look at. I didn't think it was anything important, but I downloaded a small amount of information from one of the terminals onto my datapad." She took out her datapad and handed it to Revan.

Revan sighed and accepted the datapad. "I've been away from my husband for too long, Maicah."

"Husband?" Maicah wondered to herself. Perhaps she was still hiding some things, but she could understand. Had it not been forced out, she would have kept Atton to herself.

"And you may have to be away only a bit longer if you work with me here, but I can't do this alone. Please." Maicah begged, hoping to God she wouldn't back out now.

Revan hesitated then stepped away from the map and towards the holographic console, sliding Maicah's datapad into the machine.