The chaos surrounding the arrival of the Dark Lord gave Juhani an opportunity she didn't bother to question. Once she had donned the costume of the guard she had dragged and knocked out she worked her way to the forefront of the exchange going on between the Scout and Darth Gnillihs. Her luck stayed with her as they pointed to her group to follow them as they made their way down the halls, each step leading them closer to the children.
When they appeared to be ready to enter the room without the entourage she took a chance and spoke up, "Perhaps we should follow, the others have been in there awhile." She let the implication mean what it may to the Scout. Hopefully, if he was as protective as he seemed, he would acknowledge the possibility that the guards inside might pose a threat or that his lax attitude would be an embarassment in front of his Lord.
"Of course you should follow, did I tell you otherwise!" he barked.
Once they had entered the room and the door had closed swiftly behind them they all waited for a reaction.
"Children? You brought me here to see children?" Gnillihs rasped.
"Not just any children, my reports already explained this. These are the children of -."
"I am aware of your reports, I issue your orders. Am I to believe this is why I have been brought here? Do you take me for a fool Dracosk?"
For once the Scout seemed nervous, "You are correct, this is not why I have brought you here. She is coming my Lord," he gestured to the small bodies, "for them."
"And?" the word seemed like a finality. It didn't matter now what the Scout said, in the eyes of the Dark Lord he was already dead. Nothing he would say would stop that.
Pushing aside any of the nervousness he had previously displayed, the Scout stood tall and spoke with assurance, "And, she is coming for you."
The twisted triangular eyes turned to him, boring deep into the Scout, "For me?" He spoke again in an incredulous tone, "For me?"
"I can explain further, away from here." the scout followed.
"You will explain now as I slowly drain away your life. The more you explain, the longer you live." There was no question, no arguing the fact.
The scout fell to his knees in obvious agony. After a few silent moments he came to grips with his pain and began to speak, "You ... took her children ... she wants ... you to pay ... for that."
"So you decided to give me to her?" he scoffed. "You thought you could bring me here and have her kill me, is that it? No Jedi is strong enough to defeat me, she is but a pathetic shell of what she once was, the dark side will always be stronger."
"No ..." the scout spoke between breaths, "I didn't bring you to her, I brought her to you."
The only reply was a sarcastic laugh but the scout continued to speak, "I ... can reach her. Control her ... I am inside her ... and she in me." His panting grew more pronounced, "She is coming to the darkness ... without me ... to control her ... you will fall before her hands." Totally spent the scout collapsed on the floor but he still remained conscious. "She is close ... she is ... here."
Darth Gnillihs gestured and the door was opened from the inside controls. He stepped from the room, speaking to no one, nor paying another glance at the scout's body he was leaving for almost dead.
When the exiting, robotic footsteps became a distant memory the scout grinned. The evil expanse of teeth that alighted on the scouts face held all the confidence of someone whose actions had gone exactly as planned. Not wanting to sap any of the strength that he knew Revan would need, he remained on the floor, trying to send her all the power he had just sucked from Gnillihs.
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Facing each other, both knew neither wanted to back down. Weapons were raised and the tenseness of the situation was making them both trigger happy.
Treg was the first to speak, breaking the silence, "Carth, there is no time for this. We must find Revan."
"Right, and I should believe you why? Because you were honest about your transmission to the Republic? Or perhaps it's because you are responsible for what has been corrupting Revan in the first place."
"It's not how it seems, believe me. Would you have been released to return here, would I be standing here, if I weren't after the same goals as you? We have to leave now."
"Where is she?" Carth demanded.
"Not here. She's heading toward an imminent republic invasion. We have to move, now." He waved the datapad, "I have it all here, now I suggest we just pursue the mission to find Revan and lay all our differences aside."
"No deal – give me the datapad and then I'll determine if I want to enter your trap."
"Onasi, it's not a trap. Yes, I may have held some secrets, but right now we both want the same thing, and that is to save Revan. We have to move now."
"Sorry, no deal."
"For just one moment put aside all your own bottled up anger and hate and realize that this is our only chance to save her."
"Your words don't work on me." He shot back.
"Well then I am truly sorry. You, once again, forsake Revan because you are filled with such hate for yourself. You can't forgive her because you have never been able to forgive yourself, for all your failures. You have never given her your love completely. It has always been surrounded by your own feelings, which you portray onto her. You hate yourself, you cannot forgive yourself. How then could you ever forgive her?" Treg gave a painful smile, "I should not be telling you any of this because I do care for her. And I know I don't stand a chance against your love if you would ever stop your game Onasi. That said here goes in the simplest of terms." Treg took in a huge expanse of air before he continued, "Stop hating yourself, for your own past, then you can stop hating her for hers."
Treg waited a few minutes, "Now, can we go save the woman that has captured both our hearts?"
"I said your words don't work on me!" Carth replied with unsure force.
"But they do help, don't they? Let's go Onasi – time is a-wasting." With that Treg moved off past Carth towards the Rubicon, hoping he didn't get shot in the back.