"He would never suspect a thing. It would be a quick, painless process." The imploring eyes looked to her for approval. He had just explained his plan. It was his most brilliant one yet, or so he thought. Going over all the details one by one, making sure nothing could go wrong, he had finally felt it was worthy of sharing. It had taken him weeks to perfect and he was confident she would approve. He was anxious to see it from her eyes and awaited it as he slowly finished his explanation. Instead, as he looked at her, he saw the coldness and disgust. He had not impressed her.

"Quick? Painless? What made you ever think that is what I wanted?" Revan turned, then brought herself back to him again, unleashing part of her fury. "I want that man to suffer! I want him to experience each and every painful moment. And I want him to be aware who it is that is responsible for it!"

Her disapproval made his sure stance falter and the confidence was gone from his voice, "Forgive me, I was mistaken. I thought you wouldn't want anyone to know."

Her fury was growing, "Of course I wouldn't want anyone to know, except him! At that final moment, I want to see the realization cross his face. I want him to understand and look upon me as his pain grows. Each and every agonizing moment I want to watch, revel in. I want him to look at me and see how much I enjoy his suffering." Unable to hide her growing fury anymore she stalked from the room. "I will take care of it myself."

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Slipping inside the ship had been much easier than getting inside the hangar. Juhani had waited for hours, carefully watching the guards as they patrolled the area with extreme thoroughness. Her opportunity had arrived when two dozen troops had exited in an agitated manner.

She had moved slowly around the northern corner, watching and listening as they gathered to hear their orders. Many were shifting uncomfortably, others were erect, eager. They were searching for her, for her ship. They knew she was there, somewhere. As they started to break up into smaller groups to canvas the terrain, she had slipped quietly inside.

The interior was less hectic and if not for her Jedi senses she would have thought it completely deserted. Continuing to move slowly in her stealthed form, she boarded the ship, surprised and relieved that it was not secured.

Her search provided her with the same emptiness as the ship itself and she was about to leave to explore the compound more thoroughly when she saw the ugly brute from before approaching. It struck Juhani as odd that he was laughing, a loud bellow that broke the surrounding silence of the guards that flanked him. They remained outside the ship as his thunderous footsteps carried him down the hall to the communications room. His loud raspy tone could be heard from where she had remained but she had to inch closer, carefully to hear the reply on the other end.

"We have found a ship Lord Dracosk. I am certain it will not be long before we apprehend its pilot. It is too small to hold more than that."

"Good. And the other … arrangements?"

"The chambers are almost complete. I assure you we will be ready for you to land tomorrow. Lord Gnillihs has been sent the crucial information, he is already preparing for his journey here."

"Excellent, you have done well." The scouts tone was dismissive but the brute pressed.

"I have put my life at great risk. I have held up my end of the arrangement. It is time you told me more."

"Your demands tire me. Your usefulness is evaporating. You would do well to remember this." The minutes stretched on in silence, signifying the end of the conversation.

Suddenly she heard a crash and a shock vibrated through the ship that she imagined came from a huge fist slamming against a wall plate. The brute was no longer laughing, instead a string of expletives were coming from his mouth. Using this opportunity to move from her position, she went in search of a secure hiding spot where she could remain until tomorrow when the scout arrived, when the children arrived.

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Revan shook off the painful memory, trying to erase what she knew had followed. Instead it decided to play through in her mind even as she continued her actions. In the memory she had left the room and headed straight for his quarters. Unable to contain the fury that had grown inside her for weeks she carried out each and every action she had spoken about, looking into his eyes, watching him writhe in pain. And when she left his room, left the memory, she knew Malak had suffered greatly at her hand for his impetuous actions, similar to the actions she had just carried out on him. Think of something else Revan, don't dwell on your memories.

Flip a switch here, feign interest there. Sure, yeah, I can do this all night. At least she could if she wasn't aware of that feeling, that look that never materialized.

Revan was sitting at the entrance to the cockpit, on the floor, legs propped against the nearest panel, datapad in hand. Occasionally she would put her feet on the floor, lean up and press a few buttons. Then back to a reclining position that would neither allow anyone exit or entrance into the room without disturbing her. It was all an elaborate hoax, she knew it and most likely so did Carth, she was accomplishing nothing. But still, it did keep either man on the ship from encountering one another without her being present.

And she was sure she could carry out this farce, that is, if it wasn't for the man sitting, back to her, in the pilots seat.

She knew the look, even without seeing it. She had seen it so often, when he smiled at her, when he chanced a glance thinking she wasn't looking. Yes, she knew that look. The set of the jaw, the sadness in the eyes that would suddenly ignite into disbelief and a sweep of fear before turning accusatory. But if she dared to blink it would be gone, it always happened so quickly.

Yes, she knew that look. She had seen it on the Ebon Hawk, after finding out who she truly was. She had seen it back on Coruscant when they were at their happiest and she had seen it again the past few weeks.

In all honesty she had forgotten about that look, the years on Malachor erasing it from her memories. Or maybe she had just grown so accustomed to seeing it. Was it there too when we made love? But Treg's words had brought it all back to her and now it was burned in her mind.

Leaning up to flip another switch she silently wished she could just as easily turn off that look as well as her painful memories. But the memories were there now, just as the look was there now, had always been there throughout their relationship and the discovery of how often was so shocking it tore a hole in her heart. How can he profess such love for me when deep down he feels so differently towards me? He has fooled himself as much as he has me.

Her loud sigh caused him to turn around and there it was, for a fleeting moment, that look.

"Things aren't going well?" His question was emotionless, but she detected a twinge of sarcasm.

Her eyes traveled from the view port to the dash then finally back to his face. Don't let it be there, don't let him have that look.

She answered with a similar double-entendre, "No, things aren't going well. They haven't been for awhile."

She turned back to her datapad, afraid she would bear witness to the look if she held her gaze on him any longer.

Resting both feet on the ground, pushing the datapad into her pocket, she shoved herself upright. "Need anything? I'm going to grab a cup of caffa?"

Returning back to the controls, he gave a negative grunt. Caffa, yeah right. He was so sure he knew where she was going, what she was going to do that he would have bet his entire career on it. Not like you have one anymore Onasi.

He knew exactly what she was up to, he knew her, thought he knew her, that well. Just like the days on the Ebon Hawk when she would quietly, perfect excuse given, drift away from the other crew members to seek him out.

It was then they would talk, or she would talk, question him, pry into his deepest memories and thoughts. They'd exchange a few laughs, a few heated words and then she would smile at him. The smile that had melted his heart. The one strong enough to break down all his walls and allow him to reveal to her a part of himself that he never thought he'd ever expose to anyone. And now she is doing that with him!

He had wanted to kiss her so often back then, but never dared. Even when she had teased him to the point where he was sure he would do just that, if only to shock her. But he hadn't, he'd held back and instead concentrated on something he could more easily understand and relate to, their mission, like he was trying to do now, had done the past few weeks. But I bet that's not HIS style. No, his style was probably so refined that he'd have her in his bed before…

Carth bolted straight up, suddenly feeling a strong urge for a cup of caffa.