Finally used the ruler to space stuff out, sorry about that the last two times around...


"You know, it's kind of part of a Jedi's job to be peacefull and tactical. Now, can you explain to me, what was tactical about THIS!" asks Master Juhani, watching the telecast hologram in the center of the Jedi Council Chamber.

"That wasn't all us," says Michael, watching footage of the outside of the club exploding from thermal detonators.

"I was at a family barbecue," says Jeff, standing behind his brother.

"That place was already jacked up!" says Paul, standing beside Michael.

"Naw, that was us right there," mumbles Michael, watching the news footage on the telecast hologram, "wait right there, nope, that was us..."

"How can three Jedi cause so much trouble? Can you explain that to me Jeff? I mean, you're supposed to be a Sentinel, a semi-peace sought Jedi," asks Master Bastila Shan.

"Seriously, I was at a family barbecue," says Jeff, extremely nervous.

"You know I think its good what's going on," says Master Atton Rand, sitting next to Master Bao Dur.

"Excuse me?" asks Master Bastila, taken off guard.

"Not to argue, but when I was with the Exile, we blew some sh-t up big time, but we were trained after the Jedi were torn apart. We need to not be so caught up in trivial stuff like this, the galaxy needs to know Jedi can still blow sh-t up," says Master Atton, not even phased by Bastila's scoffing.

"Well I never!" says Master Bastila, beginning to blow a fuse.

"Are you trying to say our philosophies on the force are different because of who we followed?" asks Master Juhani.

"To some extent. You two were trained traditionally, while we were trained late in our lives," says Master Bao Dur.

"What does that make me? The old guy?" asks Jedi Grand Master Jolee Bindo, leader of the Council and one-time master over the three Jedi brothers, entering the Council chamber.

"Master Bindo, you've returned from Dantooine?" asks Master Bastila, clearly caught off guard by his return.

"Yes, and I brought someone with me. An old friend," replies Master Jolee, followed by a white male with a couple of battle scars on his face.

"Revan!" gasps Master Bastila, and she suddenly jumps into his arms and kisses him.

He holds her in his arms until she realizes who is in the room.

"You three may go. We will call you back when we need you," says Master Bao Dur, and the three exit.


"What in the world was that?" asks Paul, sitting on the couch in their room.

"Don't you ever pay attention to history, even history from a decade ago?" asks Jeff.

Paul shakes his head, and Jeff realizes who he is talking to, then explains, "After the battle at the Star Forge ten years ago, Revan left into the Unknown Regions and hasn't been seen or heard from since. The only thing people know is that his followers, including Admiral Carth Onasi, Jolee, Juhani, and Bastila, who is actually his girlfriend, were given missions. The last thing anyone has heard about him was five years ago, when a Jedi exiled by the Council for fighting in the Mandalorian Wars, appeared, and trained Bao Dur and Atton. He disappeared into the Unknown Regions shortly after that, leaving the Jedi he trained to rebuild the Order, which they have been doing for the past five years."

"Thanks for the extremely boring history lesson, but what's the point?" asks Paul, now laying on the couch while Jeff makes something to eat in the kitchen.

"Revan went looking for something he had seen when he was building up the Republic as a Sith Empire. Jolee said that it may be the Ancient Sith Empire, so if he has returned, it means he either already defeated the enemy he sought, or..." trails off Jeff.

Michael finishes his brothers thought, not wanting to consider what it may mean, "or if what we witnessed today is any indication, he failed, and they're coming this way..."

They comm in their room goes off, Jeff quickly answering it, "this is Jeff."

"You are needed at the Council, immediately," reports Bao Dur.

"We're on our way," replies Jeff, as the three Jedi exit their apartment in the Jedi Temple.


Michael, Jeff, and Paul enter the Jedi temple, where Revan, Jolee, Bastila, Juhani, Atton, and Bao Dur sit silently.

"The Ancient Sith are getting ready to invade the Republic. This is why I have returned, and what I returned from. I was not prepared for the army they have amassed, so we must prepare our defenses," says Revan calmly, but anxiety in his eyes.

"What defenses? There are barely a hundred Jedi in existence, and the Republic fleet is extremely low in numbers!" says Jeff, fear rising in him.

"We are equally aware of these points. Therefore, we have a plan that we need you to execute," says Master Juhani, the same anxiety flowing through the room.

"What do you need us to do?" asks Michael, trying to block the fear in his own mind.

"There are two forces we can gather to aid us. The first is the Mandalorians under Mandalore, the second is a league of assassin droids under my old droid," says Revan, calmness beginning to rise up in him.

"Sounds like a ragtag group if I ever heard of one," says Paul with slight disgust.

"Both leaders have served under me, and they will aid us. You will meet Mandalore in the Hoth System, and the droids on Telos. There you will also rendevous with Jedi Master Brianna, her apprentices, and Admiral Carth Onasi on his ship the Sojourn," adds Revan, rebuking Paul.

"Take the Princess from Alderaan with you, as we would like to see her kept safe from any more Sith attacks. The Sith you captured implied that they were trying to dispose of any strong leaders in the Senate. So take her with you, as well as Master Revan's droid T3-M4, as he will help you maintain the ship and locate the old crew," orders Master Bastila.

"Anything else?" asks Michael, watching as the Jedi try to hide their nervousness.

"You three are our only hope, if you can get the different groups to work with us, we may have a chance against the Sith," says Master Atton, reassuringly, more to himself than the three Jedi.

"As long as we are still breathing, my brothers and I will not fail," says Michael, instilling peace in the Council.

"Then may the Force be with you," says Revan, as the three Jedi nod their heads and exit the room.

"Uh, one last question... where is the Jedi Exile?" asks Jeff curiously.

"She didn't make it," answers Revan sadly, "you are dismissed."

As they walk down the hall, silent in thought, their old master, Jolee walks towards them.

"No pressure guys," says Jolee with a smile, hugging his one time pupils.

"We won't let you down Master," says Michael, embracing his Master and the closest thing to an older brother.

"Don't call me that Michael, you're no longer my padawan, more a good friend," says Jolee.

"I can do that Jolee," says Michael with a wink.

"You boys will do alright, just make sure you come back in one peace, I've buried enough friends, I'd like to see you three outlive me, cuz I'm old d-mnit," says Jolee.

"Jedi's don't die," says Paul, no other truth in his mind.

"If only that were true, now since this is my last time to see you guys before you leave, and first time since I've come back, I just want to tell you I'm proud of you, and hope to see you fulfill the destines before you. On another note, all of this male bonding is making me cranky, what's with the new lightsaber?" asks Jolee, looking directly at Michael.

"What do you mean?" asks Michael curiously.

"Well, no ones ever seen a platinum lightsaber before, the Council is kind of bewildered, even Revan, and he's seen everything," says Jolee.

"It was a given from the Princess I'm protecting," replies Michael, "she said it was in the family line for millennia.

"She cute?" asks Jolee, catching the smile emanating on Michael's lips.

"As beautiful as a sunset on Dantooine," replies Michael, the smile now widened.

"And she gives you priceless lightsaber crystals... definitely a keeper," says Jolee, "but back to the subject at hand, may the Force be with you, and go kick some a-s!"

"We're pretty flippin' good at that," replies Paul, twirling the lightsaber handle in his hand.

"That's why we're sending you, best of the best, because you know, you were trained by the best!" says Jolee, walking back into the temple.


"It could use some work," says Jeff, looking at the smuggling ship known as the Ebon Hawk as it sits in the hanger bay of the Jedi Temple.

"Looks perfect to me," says Michael, walking up the docking ramp.

"It would. Needs guns... lots of guns," says Paul, entering the ship, their new home.

"We'll worry about that later, lets just get our gear onboard first," says Michael, walking back down the ramp.

A small droid slides over, beeping at the three brothers.

"You must be T3," says Jeff, looking at the cylindrical droid in front of him.

The droid beeps in acknowledgment, and wheels up the ramp.

"Looks like the rest of our crew is here," says Jeff, nodding over to where Princess Organa, her bodyguard, and two of her handmaidens enter the hangar.

"Dude, you didn't tell me she had such hot company," says Paul, checking out one of the handmaidens as they approach the Ebon Hawk.

"I prefer blue chicks, so no big deal," says Jeff, loading their armaments onto the ship.

"Nice to see you again so soon," says Tabitha, a smile across her face, as her handmaidens enter the ship.

"Nicer for me," replies Michael, Tabitha giving him a peck on the cheek and entering the ship.

"Good to see you again Master Jedi," says Smith Madine, bowing before the Jedi.

"Call me Michael," says Michael, shaking the bodyguards hand.

"Then you can call me Smitty," says Smith, "it's an old nickname from when I was in the Marines."

"Which war did you serve in?" asks Michael, as the two of them board the Ebon Hawk.

"The Jedi Civil War, but I was called to duty for my home system, so I've served Princess Organa ever since," answers Smitty.

"Well, we are gearing up for war, so it'll be an honor to serve with a veteran," says Michael.

"The honor is mine sir. I haven't had the chance to serve under a Jedi yet, so it should be quite an experience," says Smitty, heading towards one of the crew quarters

"Everything aboard?" asks Michael over his ear piece.

"We're loading our speeder and that'll be it," reports Jeff, still outside the Ebon Hawk.

"Alright, I'm gonna get the ship ready for launch," says Michael, heading into the cockpit, but stopping by the tactical battle station right behind it.

Paul sits at one of the computers with T3 linked-up to the system.

"How's it look?" asks Michael, putting his hand on his brother's shoulders.

"Full battle displays, pretty large sweeping equipment for a ship this small. It'll do, but like J said, we could use some more weapons," replies Paul.

"Don't worry about that, I've got it covered already," says Michael, exiting the tactical battle station and walking down the hall into the cockpit.

Michael sits down in the co-pilot seat and charges up the ships main engines.

"Nice view isn't it?" asks Tabitha, watching Michael stare out the window into the Coruscant skyline.

"Even more so when I look behind this," says Michael, getting up from the seat and looking down into her icey blue eyes.

He admires her elegant blue dress and blonde hair, then brushes his hand across her blushing left cheek. They are interrupted out of nowhere when Jeff enters the cockpit.

Sorry, mouths Jeff as he jumps into the pilot seat, "the Jedi want us out of here now. They don't want anyone to know of our mission."

Michael sits back down and mouths It's alright, at him over the consoles separating their seats. Tabitha hangs her arms over his seat and rests them on his shoulders. The ship lifts up and exits the hanger and blasts into the Coruscant skyline.

"So I have to know, after seeing the past two newscasts of your guy's disregard for government property, and a mission spanning the galaxy, and guarding a Princess, do you ever have a normal day?" asks Tabitha, as the ship enters space.

As the Ebon Hawk jumps into hyperspace, Michael replies, "yeah, once... it was a Tuesday, my mother made pie..."

"Sounds peaceful," says Tabitha soothingly.

"Yeah, it was. Then Jolee entered our lives. Everything changed from that point on," says Michael, thinking about the past.

"Are your parents still alive?" asks Tabitha, as the white streaks of hyperspace engulf the cockpit.

"Yeah, they live on Naboo, which is where Jolee found us. All of the credits and supplies we acquire and such goes to them. They pretty much relax on the beach and live the blessed life," says Michael.

"Do you ever wish you would have stayed with them? I mean not become a Jedi?" asks Tabitha.

"Not a chance. I have the ability to choose where the Jedi will go. Millennia from now, I don't want it to be ruled by doctrine that ties up Jedi and makes them unable to relate with the rest of the galaxy. I don't want to have to worry about falling to the darkside because I fall in love. I just want to help those that need help, and bring hope to the hopeless," replies Michael.

"Are you always this passionate?" asks Tabitha, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Constantly! Dude never shuts up! Save the puppies! So annoying, but hey, chicks dig it, so I guess I got nothing to complain about!" says Jeff, relaxing into his pilot seat.

"And he's the goofy one of the bunch?" asks Tabitha, Michael nodding in response.

"But also probably the wisest, he just doesn't care either way," answers Michael.

"I'm going to hold you to saying that," says Jeff, closing his eyes and easing into a peaceful sleep.

"What about your other brother?" asks Tabitha, as Michael rises from the co-pilot seat, and they walk into the main room of the ship.

"He just likes to blow stuff up," replies Michael as they sit down at a dining table.

"I thought that those thoughts were off limits to Jedi," says Tabitha, drilling him for a response.

"The Jedi before my time was full of doctrine and too close minded. I'm not saying certain things won't lead you to the darkside of the force. I'm just saying you need to not worry about everything you say or do. I do what I think is right, no matter what, so do my brothers, they just express themselves differently than me," replies Michael, drinking a glass of blue milk disposed from the food synthesizers.

"And how do you express yourself?" asks Tabitha, sipping on her milk.

"By telling the truth, and the truth is, I am absolutely captivated by you," says Michael, leaning over and brushing his lips against hers.

After they break the kiss, she replies, "You're very good with words, wooed any other women?"

"Nope, I've been waiting for the perfect one," says Michael, rising up from his seat an walking towards his crew quarters, already occupied by Smitty.

"I figured boys on one side, girls on the other, unless you have any objections?" asks Smitty.

"None at all, my mom raised me to respect women. No touching for me until I'm married," responds Michael.

"You know, I've never seen her happier than when you're around. She's usually stressed out from being a Senator and Princess and such," says Smitty, laying down on one of the bottom bunks in the room.

"So what's the deal with her?" asks Michael, wondering about her bodyguards perspective on things.

"Raised in royalty all her life and told what to do. In that sense, she relates to you, or at least what you would be like if you were a Jedi before the war. I think part of her wishes she could be free like you are," says Smitty.

"I guess this is her chance, nobodies going to judge her here. Wait... I take that back, my brothers will probably annoy her about our relationship until she knocks one of em' out," says Michael with a laugh.

"I know the feeling, I have a couple of siblings as well, so I can relate easily," adds Smitty.

"On another note, when you get a chance, make sure you check out the cargo hold. My brothers have one of the greatest arsenals on Coruscant. Most of it is prototypes from labs and such, and we've hardly used half of it, but take whatever you like," says Michael.

"Thanks man, I'll check it out after I get some R & R. You know, I never imagined Jedi could be so level-minded. I can talk to you like any guy on the street," compliments Smitty.

"Not every Jedi is like me and my brothers, but then again, we aren't you're average Jedi...