A/N: I am SO sorry this took so long to get out. I'd like to give a big thanks to Kosiah for betaing this for me and everyone else who reviewed the last chapter and prologue. I really appriciate it and will attemp to get the next chapter out soon.

The soft blue sheen caught her eyes, her attention wavered, and she glanced to her. She tried to hold back her childish amazement at the small creature floating near her, but it was difficult with the four fluttery wings circling her. She had read up on these creatures and looked at pictures, but she had never truly experienced the way the light movement of its wings would caress her nose with the softest bit of air.

"A much different experience, when one's nose is out of books, eh my Padawan?" Master Arren Kae's blue eyes lit up with amusement as she knelt down next to the girl.

Revan nodded. "I did know Alderaan had such colorful wildlife up close." She let a slight grin cross her face. "The pictures don't do them justice."

Kae smiled and spread her palm open. "A Jedi should be well educated, but not completely devoid of contact with the world. One does not want to be stuck in the archives for the rest of one's life."

The young teen stared at the palm and her brow crinkled as a thought came to her. "What about Jedi Atris?"

Kae's smile left her face and Revan immediately regretted it. "There is an old Coruscanti Proverb that I believe applies here, Padawan: If you can't say anything nice," she smirked, "Don't say anything at all."

The girl giggled and leaned back on her haunches. "It's a shame they don't put that to use for their politics."

Her master winked at her, "You are learning, my Padawan." She spread her arms wide with her palm still open. The Aldera creature fluttered around them. "Revan – a Jedi has great power; power beyond knowledge, power beyond strength, power even beyond wisdom." Master Kae closed her eyes, fair hair falling on her face. Revan admired her features, they were soft and firm, exactly how she pictured her mother must have looked like. Kae's voice stretched out in an ethereal sense and she opened her eyes. "Jedi have the power to entice others to follow…"

The fluttering creature carefully landed on Kae's open palm and Revan's breath caught. Seeing it still in all it's beauty showed a thin transparency in the wings where the sun leaked through to create the smallest rainbow. After a moment Kae closed her eyes again and closed her hand into a fist. She brought her fingers down so tightly that Revan felt the creature be cut off from the Force.

"Jedi also have the power to crush life," Kae said darkly, her eyes still closed.

Revan was not a crier. She hardly ever shed a tear, but the sight of that pure beauty being destroyed in a single breath brought a deep sorrow to her soul. That beauty should not be taken out of the world. "M-Master… Kae?"

Her master threw her other hand out to silence her. She opened her eyes and they held a slight glow. "Jedi also, on a rare occasion, have the power to preserve, or even rarer, revive life…" she opened her palm and the creature was completely unharmed and flew off.

Revan stood and followed its flight path until it was out of her vision and turned back to Kae. "Did you really kill it?" Kae nodded. "Jedi are supposed to protect life not destroy it, not even for a lesson!" she said, her voice rising.

Kae remained calm. "What if I told you that this creature was harmful to Alderaan's ecology? Would you still be so quick to defend it?"

Revan bit her lip. "How is it harmful?"

Her master sighed and folded her hands on her lap. "They are not indigenous. A merchant brought them over and they happen to enjoy eating a bug that secretes a very helpful enzyme for the trees. Without it, the trees have trouble defending against certain infestations and diseases."

The young Padawan put her exuberant mind to work and ran through a few scenarios in her mind. "We… could help re-locate them?"

"And what if they did not wish to leave peacefully? Or they could not be transported after adjusting to the environment?" Kae made no signs of impatience, but Revan could tell she was thinking of something by the slight quirk of her eyebrow.

Revan bit at her lip again. "There must be a way to manipulate the enzyme the bugs make so that we could replicate it."

"Ahh, but then the poor bugs would still get eaten," Kae did not smile, but her eyes showed her delight at her Padawan's answers.

Revan sighed. "Then I give up. How would they fix it?"

Kae shrugged. "They are probably debating this in the ecology sector of the Alderaan Parliament at this very moment."

"You mean there isn't a solution?"

"Not yet, Padawan." Kae smiled, "Sometimes there isn't always a quick solution to everything, this has been a topic for debate for three years and it took them two just to think of your suggestion. But more importantly," she took a deep breath and eyed her Padawan. "If a Jedi has the power to crush or revive, do they have the right to choose?"

Revan's answer that was ready to be said died on her tongue knowing about the differing circumstances. She stared at the ground as her mind mulled the question over. She twitched her nose and tried to consider all the different variables and alternatives and then add some more variables onto that. She stared up at Kae. "I believe I have an answer, Master."

Kae smiled. "That is very good, Revan. But it is not the answer that is always important, Padawan. It is the question."

-

Revan closed one eye to change her perspective as she leaned against the archive doors. Hurry up, Bas'. I'm hungry. She called it out through the Force and couldn't help but let a slow creeping smile spread over her face as she heard Bastila's clipped response through their bond.

Hold your damned Kaira Horses, Revan. I will be with you shortly.

Revan grinned. It was obvious that she was a very bad influence on the younger woman and it amused her greatly.

"Revan…" the cold and crisp voice, which she had always associated with detentions and lectures on proper library protocol, wrenched the smile off her face.

She cocked her head to the side, not at all delighted to see three Masters standing before her. "Atris," she grinned. "Lovely weather, isn't it?"

"Seems even after all these years you are still loitering by the archives, young one," Zhar managed a grin and Revan gladly returned it.

"I guess a mindwipe can't wipe out the knowledge lover in me?" she stared directly at the frowning face of Master Vrook as she said that.

Atris crossed her arms over her Master of the Archives robes and frowned. "It was for the universe's own good. Not all were as lucky as you to get a second chance at redemption."

"Redemption…" Revan repeated and sighed. She brightened and winked at Vrook who glared more. "You know, I've always wondered if you master types just hang out all the time together? I mean you always seem to come in pairs or trios… is there like some secret club?"

"Not one you will be experiencing any time soon," Vrook frowned. "After the incident and your outrageous behavior at the temple, you'll be lucky if we reinstate you as a Padawan."

She flashed her teeth at him. "You did it once before when I became a Sith, what's a few swearwords against that?"

Zhar rubbed his temple as Atris let out a cry of disgust. "You threw your cross of glory off the balcony on the fifteenth floor of the temple grounds."

Revan shrugged. "I'm a visual person. I like a symbol when I say f-" Zhar gave her a cross look and Revan's swear died on her lips and only "off," came out. She sighed.

Atris' nose curled up in disgust at Revan and she turned towards Vrook and Zhar. "If you two will excuse me I have to go finish my duties at the archives for the day."

Zhar nodded and one of his lekku twitched agitatedly. "You will talk to him, won't you, Atris?"

She set her mouth in a thin line and glanced quickly to the side. "I will attempt to talk to him about taking a Padawan… but he doesn't listen to me," she looked down and her face noticeably softened. "Not anymore."

Vrook frowned. "We are stretched thin enough as it is…" he shook his head, "Revan, I assume your visit has more to do with testing my patience than anything else, so I will leave you be before you make me lose it."

Revan smirked, "Goodbye, Vrook."

Vrook's glance caught hers for a moment and he narrowed his vision slightly. He shook it off and nodded sharply before walking off.

Zhar was all that was left and Revan felt immensely pleased with that. "Who were they talking about?"

Her former Master's lekku twitched as well as the corner of his mouth. "That is council business as you well know, my former student."

She looked unabashed. "Master Reynard?" she ventured a guess. The old Ithorian hated taking on new Padawans.

Zhar shook his head with a laugh. "Sadly the problem is only too common. There are far too few Masters and Knights to take new Padawans … we already lost the most promising during the Mandalorian Wars for the same reason."

Because all the good Knights died on Malachor V remained unsaid. Revan coughed breaking the uncomfortable silence. "Master Jolee Bindo not taking on any new Padawans?" she asked with a grin breaking through.

Zhar held a steady face, but the tips of his lekku pointed up in amusement. "Two actually, he is off-world with them as we speak."

"Two…" Revan couldn't help but picture the trouble Jolee had gotten himself into.

Bastila's hand arrived on Revan's shoulder before her presence in the Force was alerted. Revan jumped a little and turned. "About time, Jedi Knight Shan." The emphasis on the newly acquired title made a sharp flush cover Bastila's cheek.

Bastila gritted her teeth. Would you stop calling me that? "Master Zhar, Revan and I have a reservation for lunch soon, I'm afraid we must be brief."

Calling you what? You know you like it!

Master Zhar smiled and bowed. "Of course, Bastila." He turned towards Revan, "It was good seeing you again. You may consider Vrook's sharp tongue as a request for your return… we could use another Knight."

It is embarrassing the way you say it.

It is not. "I'm afraid I won't be able to take on any Padawans now, or in the near future. I'll let you know if that changes, Master Zhar," she looked down at her hands. "It was good to see you too."

He raised his chin and nodded walking through the archives door. Revan let out a dramatic sigh.

It is too.

"Oh, it is not, Bast'. And do you really want to have a stupid," Is not, is too, fight?

Bastila frowned. "No."

"But I am right."

"You're incorrigible that's what you are…" Bastila sighed and Revan noticed she took careful care in smoothing out her new knight's robes. "Let us not miss our reservation."

After you, Princess.

Bastila's posture stiffened as they walked. "Very funny."

-

Saying that Revan felt mildly uncomfortable at the high Coruscanti restaurant 'Laahd Koojx' was the understatement of the millennia. She fumbled with her napkin and crinkled her nose each time the snotty human waiter would come by and ask her if she wanted a drink refill.

Bastila seemed perfectly at peace here. Revan sighed. Of course she would.

What? Bastila perked up and stopped her one-sided conversation about how she was enjoying teaching remedial battle meditation to some of the younger Padawans and Apprentices.

"Nothing," Revan clipped.

It if was nothing, why did you accidentally let it slip?

Revan glared at her friend from across the table. "Maybe because you're invading my mind subconsciously?"

"Don't be absurd, Revan," she sipped at her wine, holding the goblet like some Alderaanian queen. "I did no such thing."

Revan turned her gaze towards the window that had a very expensive holo that would play the scenery of the buyer's choice. Their table's window was set on Dantooine pastures and the sight of them made her faintly ill. Bastila sighed and attempted to change the subject. "Have you been here before? You seemed to know the waiter."

Revan shrugged. "Yeah, Malak took me a few times – trying to impress me I guess, nothing really impresses a Deralian farm girl more than fancy cutlery and snooty dinner staff," she rolled her eyes. He was always such a plebe.

Bastila dropped the utensil that could only be described as 'eating scissors.' It fell with a clunk on the table, just barely missing her plate. The Knight leaned forward, her eyes wide. "How long…?"

Revan leaned back on her chair and shrugged. "About eight months… I don't – I mean I think it's everything, but I'm not really sure." She rubbed her temples. "Did you know they would – I mean did you know they could come back?"

Bastila shook her head. You were in such a state at the time there was nothing we could-

"Discern for sure… yes, I know."

The younger woman rolled her shoulders back and bit down on the left side of her mouth. "Have you told anyone?"

"Carth."

"Oh…" Bastila picked up her napkin and carefully tapped at the corners of her mouth. I knew something was different about you – I had suspected for quite some time, but I was not certain with you at such a distance.

"You mean shacking up with Carth?"

Bastila frowned. "You don't always have to make a joke."

Revan arched an eyebrow, "How little you know me…"

Well? Bastila was hanging on to this new discovery as if it was the last crème doon on the plate and she had been starving for months. Have you learned anything about-

When I was Dark Lord of the Sith? You really want to take that trip down memory road, Bastie?

Her words had cut Bastila, who leaned back in her chair and folded her hands on her lap with a frown. Revan sighed. "I – I remembered something big."

Bastila's eyes lit up. Apparently teaching Padawans and Apprentices had not been as fulfilling as Bastila had made it out to be.

Was it about the Star Forge… Ma- I was not privy to his plans.

She had not even noticed it before, but now the fact that Bastila could not even bring herself to think Malak's name cut Revan deeply. "No, it doesn't have anything to do with that." Well, maybe a little.

How little?

Okay, maybe a lot.

Bastila frowned. "Revan…"

"Don't say my name in that voice… I get enough of that from Carth," her voice sobered and she looked down. "Look, I remembered something that, well…" There's a greater danger than we know.

You can't think the Mandalorians are going to attack again?

Revan snorted at the thought. "I'm sure Canderous would love that…" she grinned wryly and thought of the Mandalorian now sitting at the trade spot on Tantooine, scaring off all the other bounty and regular hunters. "But no, not them. It's complicated."

"How complicated?" Bastila's tone was wary.

Very complicated. Revan let out a loose breath of air. There is a greater threat – I know it has something to do with the ancient Sith teachings I learned as a Padawan and a rogue Knight. I discovered something possibly more threatening than the Star Forge.

"What may I ask is more threatening than," the Star Forge?

Revan rubbed her temples. Maybe the big baddies that gave the Rakata the idea in the first place? Ancient Sith technology… before Freedon Nadd and Ajunta Pall, before Exar and Ulic, before it all.

"What is before that?" Bastila frowned; Revan could sense how uneasy she was at this conversation.

"I don't know, I had a load of permecrete on my back and a piece of shrapnel sticking out of my brain before I could figure that out," her voice had gained an even sharper edge of bitterness since the last time she said something to the same effect.

"So you are going to find out now?" Bastila arched an eyebrow. Is that why you came without Carth? I thought your message said you needed a vacation from his paranoia.

"Bad joke I guess and yes, I'm going to be taking a very uncomfortable and hopefully very short… vacation to find out and, if need be, exterminate this threat."

Bastila nodded. "I understand why you left Carth behind, he would be a veritable distraction with your," she murmured, still uncomfortable and wrapped in her sheltered Jedi life, "relationship. He would prove to be a radical variable that you could not afford."

Revan nodded slowly. "I was just going with 'I don't want him dead,' but yeah you're right…" she sighed.

Bastila folded her napkin on the side of the table and arranged her plate carefully. "So when do you propose we leave?"

Revan was, for once, speechless. Her mouth hung open a little.

Bastila's eyes narrowed. You weren't thinking of going on this venture alone, were you? You can't save the galaxy by yourself, Revan. You require help.

Revan flinched. "Remember what you said about distractions…?"

Bastila slammed her hands on the table. How can you underestimate me after all we have been through? She stood and shook her head.

There's a great darkness there Bastila… I don't know if I can keep myself from getting sucked in, let alone watch out for you. The bond is-

"Fine," Bastila gathered her things and pushed the chair back. "Keep well Revan… you will need your strength."

She threw back her head and spun around on her heel out the long hallway and out the door. Revan groaned. "That didn't go well…"

The waiter came by with a sickly polite grin and placed down the bill. Revan stared at the datapad in disbelief. "Fracking nutcase stiffed me with the check."

"Lovers spat?" he offered without a grin, but she could feel the man's distaste and snobbery.

Revan glared at him and got out the small supply of credits she still had to her name. "Oh, shut up."

-

Revan covered her face with her hand as the sun began to set into her vision. "Let's call this goodbye part two… as in don't screw it up this time," she muttered to herself.

She couldn't help but smile a little as the blue Twi'lek, dressed in the button-down uniform of the elite Coruscanti school Carth and Revan had sent her to, increased her speed when she saw Revan.

Revan leaned back and pulled open for a hug. She was expecting a normal one, but Mission apparently decided to make a running leap into her arms and Revan had to counterbalance her weight to keep from toppling over. "Woah, easy there, kid."

Mission's lekku curled protectively around Revan's neck, in a gesture so touching that her heart clenched. She spun the fifteen year old around causing her uniform skirt to float up and around with the motion. They both ignored the odd looks from passersby. She set the blue Twi'lek down and looked her over head-to-toe.

"What you're going to let that kid remark pass? Are you sick?" She emphasized the comment by putting the back of her hand to the girl's forehead.

Mission giggled and brushed her off. "Where's the geezer?"

Revan scratched the back of her neck. "Carth's at… h- he's onTelos. I'm taking a little trip by myself."

Mission stared at Revan and her lekku made a gesture of disbelief. "I thought you two were attached at the hip? I mean the displays after the Star Forge alone were-"

Revan cut the Twi'lek off with a glare. Her cheeks began to feel incredibly heated. "Carth is – uh, well he needs to spend some time with his son."

Mission made a face. "Oh, ew. Dustil – gross, no wonder you left. I know he's Carth's son and all, but what a piece of bantha-poodoo."

"Yeah… he's not exactly a walk in the park. But enough about Carth and the spawn, how is school?" Revan was surprised at how quickly that wide smile on Mission's face dropped. Her lekku twitched agitatedly. "That good, huh?"

Mission bit her lip and started to walk backwards as Revan followed her. "It's not that I don't appreciate it – it's just-"

"Just what?" The school had cost all of Revan's leftover savings from her extremely short career as a scout, plus Carth's commission. She thought it was worth it to give Mission a chance at a good education and a shot at something besides becoming another dancer girl like every other Twi'lek. Now that Revan thought about it, the elite Coruscanti school didn't have very many Twi'lek students in their ranks. "Have you made any friends?"

Mission shrugged. "I'm the only nonhuman in my grade, what'd you think? None of the other nonhumans will even talk to me because I'm younger than them," she crinkled her nose in annoyance. "Imagine getting turned down by a Bothan for lunch? A Bothan! What do I have some gross fungus growing on me or something? Sheesh."

Revan couldn't help but smile. "It'll get better, you should just stick it out a little longer."

"I hate it!" she proclaimed balling her hands into fists. "You don't know what it's like to be hated by everyone." Revan arched an eyebrow at the girl. "Well, you know, without deserving it."

Revan let out a sharp laugh and pulled Mission beside her. "Stop walking like that! You're messing me up," she wrapped a hand around Mission's shoulders. "It's a really good school – it took me a while to make friends when I first went to school."

"Yeah, right," Mission scoffed.

Revan nodded thoughtfully, "No, it did. I was a total outcast when I first came to Coruscant – just a farm girl from Deralia who said too much and kept her nose stuck in datapads."

"But, I already have you – why do I need to make any more friends?" Mission's infallible logic hit home and Revan sighed remembering when she was fifteen.

"I need you to stick it out for a while, Mish' look if it doesn't work out you can go back and stay with Carth, okay?"

"Hold on, what do you mean 'Carth'? What about you?" Mission turned to look at her. "Did you two break up or something?"

Revan's grip on Mission's shouldered tightened a little. "I'm taking a little trip by myself," she repeated.

Mission's face was not one of disappointment or irritation like Revan had expected, but instead the girl's head tails curled up and her face lit up with a grin. "Oh really? We're going on a trip! Oh, I knew all that school talk was just ronto-crap – so we're like going to travel the galaxy and do something! That's so great! I'm so glad you're busting me out of here."

Revan flinched. Oh boy. "Uh… Mission."

Mission kept going on. "I'll have to get some new gear and of course we'll have to go see Big Z. I haven't seen him in months – oh I can't wait to get out of here. Shame about Carth, but you and me were a better team anyway. Plus I still remember some of my piloting lessons I could… uh take over when you're sleeping and we'd have more room on the ship. Oh it's going to be-"

"I'm going, Mission. Not you, not Carth, not Bastila, not anyone but me," Revan didn't realize how harsh her voice sounded until she saw the pained expression on the teen's face. She winced, "Mission- I-"

Mission's mouth went to a thin line. "Fine! Who needs you anyway?"

She quickly slipped out of Revan's arms and stormed forward. Revan swore under her breath and trotted after her. After about twenty minutes of chasing Mission and getting extremely odd looks because of it, Revan realized that the young girl must have been a champion athlete on Taris. She also realized that she was incredibly out of shape. Revan was about to use a little extra Force to speed up, when Mission stopped suddenly. She looked up and saw that they were in front of the dormitories.

"Mission…"

Mission turned around. "I'm not a kid! You think that babies came after us? No, they were Sith. Big badies, remember? And I was there with the rest of you. I even had to hold down the ship when we went on the Star Forge. Don't you remember? Or do you have amnesia again?"

"Oh, very funny."

Mission looked down. "It's not a joke –" Revan's heart clenched at her as she heard a sniff from Mission and the girl deftly wiped her eyes with her sleeve. "You can't – you can't leave me like Griff did. You just can't."

"Mission," Revan frowned and drew the Twi'lek into a hug. "I am not Griff and I would never do that to you but, it's not safe where I'm going. If – if I didn't have to go I wouldn't."

The little girl that had found Revan on Taris sniffed loudly into her shoulder. "Why don't you stay then?"

Revan rested her head on Mission's. "Because I want to stay – and usually what I want is bad for everyone. I just have to fix some stuff and then I'll be back, I promise and I'm not leaving you alone. You have Carth, Bastila's here, Zaalbar will always look out for you and I'm sure Jolee and Juhani would –"

Mission stopped her by placing one of her lekku behind her in a defensive position. "They're not you."

"I know… lucky them," she joked.

"S'not funny."

Revan laughed quietly. "Yeah, I know." She held the girl who managed to be ten times stronger than her at every opportunity and never once turned her back on her until Mission finally let go. Revan put her hands on Mission's arms. "Stay safe, okay? Just try out this school thing a little longer, if you don't like it then ditch it – it'll be okay."

"You promise you'll fix everything?" Mission asked her eyes still filled with the unwavering hope of childhood.

"I promise," Revan lied. She'd try her hardest, but telling the Twi'lek she would most likely not be coming back was not the best idea.

Revan felt like dirt. She was worse than Griff; she'd given Mission hope again.

-

Revan heaved the last of the supplies she'd picked up on Coruscant onto the Hawk and came out to pay off the landing fee. She did not see the stout dockmaster, but instead the calm face of her bond partner holding a package in her arms.

"I thought you were going to ignore me forever…"

Bastila sniffed disdainfully. "Well then you were wrong, weren't you?" She ran her tongue quickly over her lips, "Honestly, Revan – if you leaving me for some daft escapade was enough to break our friendship, than it would have been done along time ago."

Revan smiled quietly. "Friendship?"

"Oh, don't start that," Bastila sighed and looked down at the package. "I understand that you must do this alone, even if I don't agree I understand. It is something you must do. You have to face your self and the mistakes of your past. No one can travel that road with you. You're – you're like a sister to me Revan, so be careful out there."

Revan paused for a moment. "I will."

Good, and thank you for saying that, if you had have said 'Aren't I always,' like you were thinking I would have thrown this at you.

"You don't know that," she couldn't help but smile.

Bastila surprised her by quickly pulling her into a hug and then releasing her just as fast. Her face was a bit flushed. "Well, I would like to let you know that Jolee is currently on Kashyyyk, since you seem to be making rounds."

"I'll go there next. I need to talk to Zaalbar anyway."

"Yes, well, there is one other thing," she placed the package in Revan's hands. "The Qel-Droma robes you found on Korriban – I had them patched up for you, they will be useful for the darkness you are going to encounter."

Revan smiled and fingered the robes carefully. She had worn an old relic that claimed to be Exar Kun's armor for most of their crazy trip, but when she had found out the truth about herself it didn't seem as funny anymore. She could feel the aura of all the Qel-Dromas that had worn these robes before – Duron's mark was still strong.

"Thanks, Bast. I'm going to miss you – even if you do drive me nuts."

Bastila smiled and waved her off. "Go on, Revan – if this is what steps you must take then take them wisely."

"That doesn't even make sense, but I'll keep it mind."

Bastila sighed exasperatedly. "Just go already."

Revan grinned and gave one last wave to Bastila as she boarded the ship. I'm going to miss that crazy broad.

I heard that.

Revan smiled. "Yeah, definitely going to miss her." She punched in the hyperspace coordinates for Kashyyyk and engaged the engines. Another step on this journey and another goodbye.

-

Her legs were curled underneath a stack of datapads, a few of the more ancient paper books, and three red pens. It was a completely perfect vantage point for the eight-year old girl. She could see over the entire library without being noticed. A small tilt of her head and she noticed one of the girls from her basic classes, Jene.

Jene was from Onderon. Onderon had a feudal monarchy and was only recently made a member of the Republic following the Beast Wars of Onderon. King Valis currently reigned and, because it was a non-patriarchal society his daughter Princess Talia would take the rule when she was older.

Revan tried to quietly sound out 'patriarchal' on her tongue and commit the word to memory. Next to the young girl, one of the volunteers of the archives, Atris, was sorting shelves. Atris was the most likely candidate to become Mistress of the Archives when she reached her masterhood. Masterhood took many years to achieve. Masters were appointed from exemplary service in whatever duty that the Jedi committed him or herself to, through training of one or more Padawans, with the completion of a phenomenal task and years of experience, or by simply being placed on the council in times of trouble.

Revan scribbled a few notes on her datapad to look up examples of each of these instances. She glanced up to where another student in her class had himself poised above Atris and Jene with heavy artillery of holocubes at his disposal, Talvon Esan. Talvon liked to make jokes in class when he didn't know the answer. He had the most talent in their medical class, which is where he would make the least amount of jokes. Modern medical practices developed over the Exar Kun war, when kolto supply was sorely needed. New techniques were being developed every day with the help of the Jedi Knights proficient in that area.

Revan silently sounded out proficient on her tongue and pressed it through the gap in her teeth she had been attempting to hide for the past week. There were no medical practices used by the Jedi that would correct a missing tooth. That was what Master Vrook had told her when she asked. He'd also said that in time it would grow back on it's own, but Revan didn't want to wait. She knew better than to ask him, but she had already searched four rows of holocubes and ten stacks of datapads looking for that particular procedure.

She shuffled through a few more datapads and wrote down notes on speeding up regenerative properties in humans. So far nothing on teeth.

"Regenerative…" Revan said quietly, but her tongue slipped through the gap and it sounded more like 'rethenrathive.'

The boy that had been lurking around the medical section earlier turned to look at her. He shook his head and turned back to sorting through the section. Revan eyed him slyly out her peripheral vision. He was in a few of her lessons as well, Malak. Malak was big for his age, which had nothing to do with the fact that he was from Alderaan. She had tried to look up glandular problems when she first saw him, but was slightly grossed out after the first few datapads.

He was quiet in lessons unless he was called on, then he stood, answered, and sat back down. He didn't like to associate with the rest of the Padawans their age, but neither did she. She sighed deeply knowing that was completely untrue. No one wanted to spend time with her if she admitted the truth to herself. The loud series of sighs caused Malak to turn and give her another odd look.

She frowned at him and turned towards the balustrade as a holomorphic rancor beast was chasing Jene around the lower levels of the archives. Atris was trying to catch the young girl, who was turning things over in her fright. The Master of the archives was coming down and Atris was frantically gesturing at a couple of Knights that Revan identified as Vin and Kavar, the latter of which who was stifling laughter. That is until Jene's flight of terror ran directly into Kavar's chair and he landed on his back. Vin lifted himself up and shook his head at his friend.

Revan leaned closer and moved a few datapads out of her way. Atris and Kavar set to trying to catch the young scared Apprentice, while Vin was scanning the floor for the source of her fear. Vin snatched up the holocube and turned it off, just as Atris and Kavar caught up with the young girl. It came to a very anticlimactic conclusion as the culprit; Talvon could be heard laughing up on one of the upper levels. Atris' eye twitched as she rounded to catch him.

Revan's attention was drawn from the spectacle as she heard shuffling directly behind her. Malak had come over and was sorting through her datapads. She snapped her head around and glared at him.

"What are you doing?" she hissed keeping her lips carefully over her teeth.

He looked slightly surprised but not at all apologetic. He held up the datapad she was currently looking at. "I was looking for this all day."

Her irritation at being interrupted was forgotten as she noticed something off about him. She grinned a partially toothed grin, "I couldn't find anything about it either."

Malak grinned sheepishly back and she could see the two front teeth he was missing all the more clearly.