Right, first of all thank you to those that read the 1st chapter. Those that didn't review, please do so, I need all the support I can get to keep these stories running - lol

xInuyashaxAngelx: Thanks very much for the review! The words I said about your stories are very true, keep that in mind - lol. Thank you for the support, it is much appreciated, and here is the update! Hope you enjoy :-)

A/N: Just a quick note, please remember how the last chapter finished. We were still in the flash back sequence, and Vrook had just told Revan that he is needed in the Outer Rim. I wonder how he'll respond! (Hang on, no I don't, I've already written it... silly me - lol)

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2. Deceit & A Message

Revan stared at Vrook with sheer disbelief for about two whole minutes. He wasn't too sure whether to greet such an order as an honour, as the thoughts of punishment were still rushing through his head.

"Is this your way of getting rid of me Vrook?" He broke the short silence. "After all I have done for you, for the Republic, you choose to send me to my death? I have heard stories of these… 'real' Sith, Vrook. Do you really think I am so… simple? So… nonsensical, to take this order as an honour? To leave, and die at the hands of… monsters! Do you really think that little of me?" He finished, breathing heavily and staring down at the Jedi Master. Jedi rank had all but been diminished, as Revan seemed not to care in the slightest that Vrook was far above him as a Master.

"First of all, such acts of emotion are unbecoming of a Jedi, which makes me ashamed to have even suggested such a thing to the Council. However, the order will still stand, in face of this… outburst. Second, padawan, you were chosen to leave for the Outer Rim because of all you have done for the Republic. The Council believe you to be the best chance we currently have of even putting up a fight." Vrook answered powerfully, yet keeping complete calm within his mind. As a Jedi Master, no, as a Jedi, he would not retaliate with such anger as Revan had.

Revan was finding it hard to say anything at all after Vrook had put him straight. However, knowing that the Jedi Master wouldn't leave until he had an answer, Revan knew he had to say something in reply. He took a little time to reason on the situation. 'Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Bastila and everyone else can join me. Together we can confront this evil!' He started thinking to himself.

"I am afraid not." Vrook exclaimed. "Bastila will stay here on Coruscant. Her abilities are needed to defend the Council, and ultimately the Republic. Your other… friends... will not be accompanying you either. The Jedi always have, and always will battle more efficiently when they are alone. Your friends presence would only distract you from your true mission." Vrook finished confidently. He had obviously been reading Revan's thoughts.

"Those people were integral to the defeat of Malak! Without them, I fear Malak would still be instilling fear into the hearts of millions!" Revan acted upon his thoughts quickly. His conscience was urging him to defend his close friends.

"Nonetheless, they would place your destiny in the hands of the Sith. You cannot afford to have anyone slowing you down. That decision is final, Revan." Vrook said forcefully.

"In that case, even after having being corrected upon my wrong attitude toward it, I cannot, and will not receive this order. Leave now Vrook, and it will be as if this conversation had never happened." Revan finally decided, in the same disrespectful tone he had used throughout the whole conversation. "I cannot leave my friends, or my enemies here in this quadrant. I have much unfinished business to attend to, and I wish to be here to attend to it." Revan finished.

"Very well. Your thoughts and feelings have been taken into consideration, and will be presented to the Council come sunrise. Enjoy the rest of the night padawan, eat well and rest. You deserve it, for your part in this victory." Vrook stated.

Standing abruptly, Vrook swiftly left the apartment, much to Revan's comfort. He would eat, rest a little, and then journey to Bastila's apartment. It had already been too long since he had seen her last.

>>(End of flashback)>>

He remembered it all well. The conversation had tired him greatly, and after his meal and short rest, he had travelled to greet Bastila and hopefully have some time to themselves. It had been a pleasant evening, and he had travelled back to his apartment later that evening in order to get some well deserved rest.

He had then woke up in this ship. He remembered very little of what had happened after his journey home, and so didn't fully understand how he had come to be on this ship. It hadn't taken him long to realise what had happened however. As he travelled the short distance towards the cockpit, a holocron had started up automatically in the room. It had been of Master Vrook. He remembered the message well.

>>(Flashback)>>

(static)... I am greatly saddened that it had to come to this Revan, but the fight needs to be fought, and it needs to be fought by YOU. We arrived at your apartment early this morning, and transported you to this ship via a portable Kolto tank. It is not something we are proud of, but it had to be done. You will find suitable rations in the containers in the back room. Do not use them hastily however, there is enough to last a number of months, maybe six or seven to be truthful. Oh, and I'm afraid we have locked the main cockpit consoles, with the ship's computer set on course to a planet near the Outer Rim, by the name of Veli'on. We can't have you rerouting the system and arriving back on Coruscant now, can we? We have left generous access to the other consoles, so you can control heat and so on. We have great belief in your abilities Revan. Don't let us down. May the force be with you…(static)

>>(End of flashback)>>

Revan had reacted angrily, thrusting his right hand directly through the then fading holocron, as if it were actually Vrook he was hitting. Disappointed, he had thrust his left hand out at the steel casing of the inner hull protection unit, pushing a whole right through the outer layer of steel. His hand bleeding from several small puncture wounds, he had travelled to the back room, hoping to find some form of first aid, maybe a healing pack. His mind had been throbbing, probably from the sedatives the Jedi must have given him in order to transport him safely to the ship without his consent, perhaps even because of the rage that had built up within him. All he had really known was that this was truly to be a memorable journey.

And there is the 2nd chapter! Wahoo! Hope I didn't drag that bit out too long, I had hoped to start back to real-time before the chapters end. It seems that'll be in chapter 3 now then :-)

Chapter 3 and 4will hopefully look into Revan's feelings towards Bastila, and towards the journey as a whole (even though it hasn't ended quite yet...), and I'm thinking of having him land on Veli'on in chapter 5. As always, all thoughts and opinions are welcome, so please review! Thank you again for taking your time to read my story :-)

Til next time...