Ok, A/N: I changed the names to the Exile is Reese and Revan is Willow. n.n Okay? Yay!

Chapter Two: Reminiscing

"Are you sure you don't mind me staying here?" Revan walked with Reese through the ship and into one of the quarter areas. The bluish-green texture of the ship reminded Revan of all the times she had spent with her friends, and how guilty she had felt to let them all go….

"No, it's not a problem. Plus, there's a reason we're going to Coruscant…." Reese rounded the corner of the ship and met the bewildered face of Visas Marr.

"Master, I was wondering wha—" Visas eyed Revan and her hands instantly lashed out to reach her two lightsabers. Revan pushed Reese out of the way of the assault and pulled her own lightsabers out to parry. "What are you doing, Revan? Get away from my Master!"

"Hey! Now wait just a minute, Kid!" The confused woman stepped back, blocking another lethal attack. Visas let go and slashed her orange lightsaber at Revan's legs, making her jump into the air. Then she sent her green lightsaber flying at Revan's chest. Very quickly, Revan pulled herself backwards so she was falling to the ground head first. Once on the ground, she scrambled up and knocked Visas's sabers out of her hands.

"Wait! Visas!" Reese ran back into the room, pulling out her own lightsabers and clashing them with Revan's, who had one of her flaring purple sabers up to Visas's neck. The poor Miraluka was on her knees and sweating pools out of her pours. Her veil was messed up and giving leeway to one eye, which was a light gray color with no iris or pupil at all.

Revan was out of breath and seemed to be fighting with herself on what she should do. She didn't want to fight, but this lady just attacked her out of nowhere! Not that that had been the first time something like that happened, but it was still a surprise.

"Why did you attack me?" Revan asked, panting between pauses. "That's not the Visas I remember! The one I saw with Nihilus… while he trying to rip my innards apart…."

"What?" Reese and Visas said simultaneously. Revan sighed, re-constricting her sabers and falling onto a bed, chuckling.

"You can ask Candorous. He was there that time. So were Carth and Bastilla, as well as all the others. We were on one of our Republic missions when he found us. He forced me into a battle with him." She acted like just sitting on the bed was boring her, and used her Force powers to flip herself upside down.

"I remember that time." Visas said. "I watched from afar. You angered me so much. You let him go after you cut him down. Why did you not kill him when you had the chance? You could've prevented a lot of pain across the world!"

"Well, for two reasons." Revan placed two fingers in the air and winked playfully and happily, sitting upright once more, but then began twirling her long, rich brown hair. "One, I was too weak both physically and emotionally. The second reason was because I realized he still had a destiny. I was not meant to kill him."

"I suppose in a small way, it's good." Reese sat down next to Revan. "We met Carth after we killed him,"

"Master, are Revan's Carth and the Carth we work for the same?" Visas sat back down into her meditation mode, fixing her veil to cover her eyes.

"What?" Revan looked from Visas to Reese. Her eyebrows were considerably raised and her eyes widened, showing off her hazel opals. "General, you work for Carth?"

"Work with Carth," Reese corrected. "He refused to let us go after you into the Unknown Regions, so he allowed us help the Republic grow back together. As a matter of fact," Reese took a quick breath, blowing out all of the nervousness in her. "After our last mission, he told us to meet him at… Coruscant."

Revan did a multitude of things. One was fall off the bed. She screeched a little yelp while falling, and once she was on the floor she began laughing. Visas stood up and stepped away from the hysterical woman.

"Are you serious?" She said between laughs, holding her ribs. "Carth Onasi is on Coruscant? Wow, didn't think I'd hit two birds with one stone,"

"You mean, you weren't headed there for Carth?" Visas asked, sitting down farther away from Revan.

"Actually, I was going to Coruscant for a different reason. I need to find a girl. Her name is Masa. Remember her?" Revan's voice perked up as she sat upright.

"Masa…. You mean—" Reese raised her eyebrows and her tone dropped dramatically. "That—that girl? Didn't you and Malak... You know…. Train her?"

Revan was silent for a time. She frowned, pulling her hair back and tying it into its old spot, letting the rest of the long hair flow down her back.

"We'll talk about this later, without others around." Revan stood up and walked out of the room and rounded into the main hold. She strolled towards the center and slid her fingers across the oh-so-familiar buttons that had millions of jobs.

"Nervous Query: Master, may I have a word with you?"

Revan didn't turn, didn't jump, didn't look away. She kept her eyes on the buttons, remembering talking to all the Admirals and Vandar on them. She could almost sense them.

"Uh, sure H." She looked away from the memory board and scanned her droid friend. His red armor was very rusty, she made a mental note to fix that when she got the time.

"Apologetic Clarification: Master, I was not being completely honest when I said that all of my assassin protocols had been destroyed. I said that around the meatbags so they'd believe it." HK-47 didn't talk until he had herded his master into an empty room.

"Oh, and you did a good job of it, too. You've been great, H." Revan patted her droid on her back, making him sequence a wheeze. "So what exactly did you lose?"

"Answer: I have seemed to lose control of my motor skill, Master. And my use of a blaster had lessened since you left."

"Well, I'll fix you right up. Let me get some things from the storage room." Revan winked and walked back into the main hold.

"Hey, Ms. Dark Lord of the Sith." Mira was standing in the storage room, her arms crossed and a frown on her face. "Looking for something?"

"Yeah," Revan instinctively shot back. "A wrench, a hammer, a shovel, and wire cutters." She pointed out two fingers and pushed them in and out together, making them look like scissors.

"You think you're that great?" Mira sounded purely shocked. "Please, I've lived in Nar Shadaa and with the Mandalorians my whole life. I've beaten you by far."

"Yeah, you ever try holding the Republic by its throat and convert Jedi to Sith in only three years, then turn all of that around in a year and a half?" Revan stalked over to the cabinet and pulled out what instruments she would need.

"Not lately, but I was thinking we could team up and start one. You ready to fall again?" Mira was joking, of course, but Revan just smiled.

"Sorry, I think you have to be smarter than the lightsaber to do that, my friend. You see how that cuts you out entirely?" She closed the cabinet door and turned to leave.

"Watch that mouth of yours, Sith." Mira seethed. "Sooner or later, my blaster'll be in it."

Revan ignored the empty threat and skipped out of the room.

"You know, I heard that conversation back there, Revan." Mical (Disciple) was leaning on the med bay door, watching Revan.

"And you know you're supposed to call me Willow." Revan was quick to reply. "Helps me keep my memories separate, you know?" Mical just laughed at her.

"You shouldn't egg her on," He scolded. "It's not nice."

"Yes, but what if I just like toying with people? Pulling the little bitty strings one-by-one until I find the right one to pull at the right time can be such a pleasure." Revan whipped her hair back flirtingly and smiled. Then she made a visual example of the "little bitty strings being pulled one-by-one."

"Yeah, that sounds familiar." Mical smirked. Revan rolled her eyes and wandered back to HK-47, where she found Bao-Dur.

"Hello, Mech." She smiled. "All through the war I never learned your name."

"My name is Bao-Dur, ma'am." Though he's a Zabrak with almost no color except for the grayish, you could tell he was feeling intimidated. Revan shook her hand towards him.

"You can call me Willow, you know." She said as softly as she could. "There's no need for ma'am. No one's called me that since—well, the last time I saw someone before I left known space. Never mind that. You want to help me take a look into H?"

"I was hoping you'd ask. The silly machine was always refusing for me to look at him and fine-tune him. He'd always say something like 'My master is the only one that can work on my innards, Zabrak meatbag.'" Bao said calmly.

"Ha! That sounds like him." Revan smiled.

"Unexpected addendum: Master! Must he?" HK-47 sounded appalled that someone other than his master was going to be working on him.

"You'll be fine, Bao knows what he's doing, and we all know I certainly know what to do." Revan winked at her droid. The red armored machine sighed and resigned.

"Alright,"

Bao and Revan opened up his chest to find everything in the wrong spots. The red wires were mixed with the green, and the datapad information was stuck in the vocal system.

"We've got a lot of work cut out for us." Bao cracked his knuckles and they set to work.

"Necessary remarks of pain: Ow! Master, that's—no! No, don't touch that! That's my—don't touch that, either! You're going to kill by the time you get this right," HK-47 kept telling them they were doing something wrong. Bao grabbed a hold of a wire and yanked it out of its socket, making sparks going everywhere and HK's rambling's stop.

"That's the one I was looking for!" He murmured to himself. Revan smiled.

After a while Bao and Revan had re-done many things. Revan worked on his assassination skills by herself while Bao took care of the armor.

Revan lost track of the time. At first, after she finished fixing the assassin techniques, she attempted to locate the vocal wires, because they'd thrown them somewhere else into HK's system. Once she had that taken care of she had to re-shine his armor and help Bao-Dur give him upgrades.

"There you go. You're as good as new." Bao rubbed the oil off of his hands with a handkerchief. "If you need anymore help just give me a call, I'll be around here somewhere."

"Thanks!" Revan hugged Bao tightly. Then she let go and elbowed HK in the ribs. "Say 'thank you', HK."

"Forced Acknowledgement: Thank you, Bao-Dur, for the upgrades." HK was seething through his wires, and you could almost see the cyber acid leaking from his vocal distributor.

"You're quite welcome, HK-47." Bao-Dur bowed and left the room.

"Unnecessary addendum: I didn't think he would leave sooner." The now upgraded machine crossed his arms. Revan slung one of her arms around his neck and placed weight on him.

"Come on, HK, let's find T. We've got some things to discuss."

THE END!

This took me a while to write. The next chapter will be better! n.n Review please!