Chapter Four: Shinrii and Kai'Sek

Revan's eyes widened and she gasped, wiping her eyes once more.

"You're serious, aren't you?" She pushed passed her general friend and sped into the cockpit.

Revan held her stomach, trying not to throw up. The battle shown to her was sickening. Republic ships were bursting into smoke and dust, and Sith fleets stayed their siege upon the planet.

She closed her eyes, clearing her mind of all other things.

What am I to do? She asked her mind.

The Sith flag ship, Revan dear, the ship. Another voice replied. Revan grinned inwardly, welcoming the voice.

Her discussions with T3-M4 and HK-47 would have to wait. She reached into her robe pocket and revealed four rubber bands. Quickly, she removed the hair from her face and anchored it down with the rubber bands. Then she sighed.

"What are you planning to do, Willow?" Bao-Dur ran into the room to assume copilot for the time being.

Revan held her hands up to her shoulders, using the Force to pull her lightsabers out of their belt straps and gripped them tightly.

"Who's up for a Sith massacre?" She unsheathed the sabers, twisting them around and around. Her voice was instantly darker than her preppy self, and her eyes were almost glazed over. "Starting with that ship." She pointed her gloved index finger towards the bigger ship in the midst of the battle.

"Are you kidding?" Mical, who had just come out of the turrets, asked dumbly.

"He's right, Revan." Atton spun around in his chair. "The people down on the planet will need help, too."

No, the familiar voice in Revan's head claimed. You will find what you need on that ship.

But I can't ignore the people on the planet. Revan fought with the voice slightly.

So think things though, young one. If you must go to that ship, and the planet needs protecting, and you have ten more people on your ship, what do you do? The voice had a hint of frustration in it, but it was still soft and understanding.

"Alright," Revan conceited out loud. "Bao-Dur, Mical, and Visas will go down to the planet, while Atton, General, and I get onto that ship and try to do something about it."

"And what will the rest of us do?" Mandalore came in. "I was hoping for some action."

"You, my dear Candorous, will take the turrets. Mira can take the other one. T will fly the ship, and H will be the lookout and report on the conditions of the battle." Revan winked at him.

Wise choice, child.

Thanks.

"So," Reese took out her lightsabers and wheeled them through her fingers, smiling. "What are we waiting for? Let's go!"

"I'll land the ship inside the big one, and then the rusty bucket can take over." Atton took control of the helm and wheeled it head-first into the battle, dodging blaster shots and Sith commandos trying to blow their ship to bits.

With a rocky thump, the Ebon Hawk landed shakily inside the flight deck of the Sith ship.

"Don't die without us!" Atton waved his goodbyes while running out of the ship with the other two. "And make sure we get that ship back in one piece!"

Reese rolled her eyes and joined Atton. "Come on, Revan. You don't wanna miss out on all the fun."

That silly girl, the voice seethed. She's just like you, young one.

Revan ignored that remark from her voice mentor and nodded to Reese.

"It wouldn't be the same, without me."

Somewhere else on the ship:

Come on, wake up already.

The voice jolted his awake with a gasp. He had never heard that voice before. He tried to move around, understanding that he couldn't move any of his limbs. He looked at his raised arms, eyeing the bolts they were chained to. His feet were in a similar fashion, but smushed together so they're cut off circulation.

Then he realized he had no clue where he was. He looked around his surroundings, noting that absolutely nothing was in the room in front of him but grey walls, and a door the size of the Dantooine Jedi Enclave. To his sides, though, were his friends.

"About time you woke up, Sonny. We thought they had slapped you into a coma." Jolee smiled at his friend, Carth Onasi.

"How did we get here?" Carth asked, surveying the others. They seemed to be bound the same way he was.

"I was talking to you when we were surrounded by Sith. We tried to fight and they knocked us out. I woke up here, with the others." Bastila explained.

"It's strange, though," Mission's voice rang over to him and floated around in his mind. "That they didn't kill us."

"Mission?" Carth stretched as far as his shoulders would let him, eyeing Mission, Zaalbar, and Juhani. "How long have you been here?"

"Just as long as you have. We tried to fight back after they knocked you and Bastila out cold, but there were too many of them. We thought they were just going after us because you're an Admiral and we're your friends, but then they asked us about—um… they asked us about Willow…." Mission's voice quieted down and she tried to bury her head inside her black vest.

"What about Willow? Is she here?" Carth gasped, his eyes becoming bigger than a gizka's.

"That's what I tried to tell you." Bastila spoke up, nervousness settling inside of her. "The bond with Willow, it's back again."

Back with Revan:

Once the Ebon Hawk took off, the doors into the Sith ship opened wide, with six Sith grunts strutting towards them.

"Hey!" One's voice registered through the Sith mask, making it sound more mechanical than human. "You're not supposed to be in here!"

"Let me guess:" Revan placed a hand on her forehead. "Put your hands in the air, right?"

"Well—" Another one stuttered. Revan interrupted.

"Got ya." She jumped in front of the front two, lashing out at them with her lightsabers. Reese and Atton flew into battle with the other four.

Reese ducked out of the way of a vibroblade and blocked an attack from another. Then she stabbed at the men's armor, knocking them over. She then slashed the last of the life out of them.

"Kreia had more of an influence on you than anyone else," Atton had already killed his two Sith, but they hadn't been defenseless.

"They're Sith, and I'm a Jedi. I can't help it!" Reese just smiled.

"That's how I see it." Revan slashed down the other Sith and went through his pockets. "Hey, look! A key card! 100 credits bets this thing can get us into something!"

"No, really?" Atton crossed his arms. He pointed to a computer console behind him. "Try and see if it goes into that thing."

Revan skipped happily over to the console and pressed a button. The blank screen lit up into a blue hue and began producing letters. She read them quickly and pressed another button. Then she smiled.

"I don't need a key card, I'll just splice in." She took out a tiny chip and slid it into the computer. "Alright! Cameras!" She threw a hand into the air and grinned.

"Let's see, then." Reese pressed the first button: hangar. There was nothing there, of course, since the Ebon Hawk just left.

"What's in here?" Revan absentmindedly pushed the "med bay" button. There were three Sith, and two battle droids. But they seemed out of order, and the bunks were filled with wounded Sith.

"And this one." Atton leaned over Reese and pressed the "Guest Room" button. He instantly wished he hadn't. "Oh, no."

Six people were securely fastened to a wall, totally immobile. Revan paled and nearly dropped her lightsabers.

"Carth!" Revan slammed a hand onto the console. "Bastila, Mission, Zaalbar, Jolee, Juhani! They have almost everyone!"

"Why would they do that?" Reese wondered. Revan placed her hands up to her face.

Kreia, this is my fault too.

Child, don't hold this against yourself. You already clasp onto too many falsely accused burdens.

But they wouldn't be in this spot if I hadn't—

Dear one, you won't get anything done standing there crying and debating this with me. Go, now.

"Revan?" Reese laid a hand on her friend's shoulder. "Are you alright?" Revan sniffed in air and wiped her eyes once more.

"I'm fine." She suddenly perked up. "Well, what are we waiting here for? Let me upload the schematics and—"

"Ummm… Atton already did that." Reese said. Revan eyed Atton, and smiled.

"Thanks for that. You always did think ahead." Revan's words made Atton recoil slightly.

There was an awkward silence as Revan quit being so slow and with an amazing speed, checked the rest of the cameras and fixed the droids so they would all explode on the first hit.

"Why are we still standing here?" Reese broke the silence after Revan finished with the console. "Carth and the others aren't very far from here."

Yes, Kreia whispered into Revan's mind softly. You will find what your path leads to with the others.

Revan nodded, both to Reese's statement and to Kreia.

With Carth:

"Does that mean that Willow came back?" Carth asked anxiously. "Why didn't she find us?"

"There's another question you should ask yourself, Sonny." Jolee stated. "'Why is the Ebon Hawk two days late from their mission?'"

"You don't think they found her, do you?" Mission asked, her voice trembling. "Could that actually happen?"

"Well, someone had to find her." Juhani's thick accent voiced her opinion.

The big doors in front of them opened, giving off a light hue and a man stepped through the doors. This man wasn't the regular Sith grunt; he was an enormous man with a black vest draped over his blood-stained white shirt. On his face was an apparent scar, one the size of a tarentatek claw. As he walked towards the group, his eyes became transfixed onto Carth.

"Hello, all." His voice was cold and barely registered as a human's. He stood in front of them so all of them could see him. "I'd bet you're wondering why you're here."

"Nah," Jolee shrugged. "I think we were perfectly fine being left in the dark all along."

"Yeah, chuba-face, and why use these old things? Why not force cages?" Mission asked crudely, pulling at her chains to show what she meant.

The Sith walked up to Mission and placed his hand under her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"Because, child, little Twi'lek rats tend to get loose from those things." He snarled.

"Let her go!" Roared the now-furious Zaalbar. It was his first time talking, and he wasn't happy. He tried to get out of his chains.

"You're right. I'll get nothing out of torturing the Twi'lek." The Sith slapped his hand away. "I'll just move on to the—Admiral? Wow, that's a new one."

"And who are you?" Jolee asked. "Somehow, I seem to find it more comforting to call my captors by their names, and not be incorrect pronouns such as 'it' and 'that'."

"Hmmm… call me Aaron." The Sith sidled up to Carth. "You're the one I need."

"For what?" Carth spat. "If you want information, you're wasting your breath."

"Am I?" Aaron punched Carth in the mouth. "Am I really? What do you think I'm looking for, if you're so smart?"

Carth closed his eyes and tried desperately not the scream out in pain. Blood was filling his mouth, and the taste made him sick.

"You're silent, eh?" Aaron mused. "Good. Now, for the tiny tortures." Aaron stepped away from Carth and took out—

A lightsaber?

"Dark Jedi? You're a Dark Jedi?" Bastila stammered.

"Hard to believe, is it? I'm sure." Aaron smiled a toothy grin. He held his hand palm-up next to his face, letting an electric current flow through it and radiate across the ceiling. "Let's see how long this will take." He stretched his hands out in front of him, facing Carth. The admiral closed his eyes and braced himself for a shock.

Instead, the door burst open.

Dust went everywhere. Carth, having no protection from the dust, began to get lightheaded. The figure he saw come out of the doorway had its own lightsabers out, and walked forward.

The brunette woman wasn't recognized by Carth, but that doesn't mean she wasn't striking. There was a darkness in her eyes, not centered towards him, but towards the assaulter; Aaron. There was a scar racing lightly across her face, from her forehead, across her right eye, and stopped on her chin. Her long, long¸ brown hair tied neatly in ponytails as not to get in the way were swaying as she walked forward.

"It's not nice to play mean." Her words were like ice. She held a hand in the air, pulling Aaron up with it. She flicked her wrist to the right slightly, throwing Aaron harshly into the wall.

Reese and Atton ran up to the other woman, panting and sweating.

"Sorry we're a little late," Reese started, replacing her lightsabers in her belt and letting loose a nervous laugh.

"But we got a little sidetracked," Atton finished the sentence. He placed his hands in front of him and murmured something, spraying the light ribbons across the three, healing them of wounds.

"Did we miss anything?" Revan used Force Jump to quickly close the gap between her and Juhani, the one closest to the door.

"Reese, about time you got here!" Bastila complained.

"Looks like we came just in time." Atton used his lightsaber to cut the chains on Zalbaar's legs and arms, setting the giant Wookie free.

"Hang on, Carth. I'll get you out." Revan took a step away from the now unbound Juhani. She held up a hand and grunted as she used to Force to pry off the chains. He fell onto the ground, using his arms to support his body. Revan paled slightly. "Can you stand?" She reached for his arm and pulled him up.

"Yeah, I'm fine now," Carth reassured her. "Thanks."

"Here you go, Jolee." Reese pulled the elder down from his prison.

"Thanks, lass. Didn't think that you'd come at a time like this." Jolee smiled. Then he turned to Revan.

Though she never showed it, and still denies it, Revan's stomach not only turned inside out at Jolee's next words, it ate itself.

"And who's your new friend?"

Revan's grin turned into a puzzled smirk.

"What, you're kidding, right?" She asked, turning to Mission and Zaalbar, Juhani and Carth, then Bastila and Jolee. Her mouth dropped as they all had confused looks on their faced. "You don't know who I am?" She whirled around to Reese and Atton. Reese had laid her head inside her gloved hand and was shaking it back and forth. Atton was trying not to laugh.

"No, have we seen you before?" Mission asked. "You look really familiar. I thought I knew most of the Jedi still alive, though."

"You're serious, aren't you? You really can't recognize me?" She turned her pleading eyes to Carth. He was just as perplexed as anyone else. "Is my scar really that apparent? Is my hair really that long? Here, try now." Revan took out her hair bands, letting her brown locks roam freely for a short time. She pulled them into a tight ponytail high onto her head.

Carth was the first to gasp.

"No, it can't be…" He murmured, widening his eyes. As Revan let her hair down, Carth placed a finger on her forehead at the mouth of the scar. "Willow? Willow Sana?"

"The one and only!" Revan jumped into the air happily and embraced her friends.

"Willow!" Mission hugged her friend tightly, not wanting to let go. "You've grown! And your hair is so long!"

"Yeah I really didn't have any time to cut it in the Unknown Regions." Revan smiled.

"I knew you came back!" Bastila wrapped her arms around her dear friend's neck, and Revan could feel tears drop onto her robes. "I could feel our bond getting stronger."

"You can't know how good it is to hear you say that." Revan sighed heavily.

Dear one, Kreia interrupted the reunion. You'd do well to remember that you're still on a Sith's ship.

Oh, yeah!

"I'll fill you in later on other matters, friends." Revan said. "But now we have to get off of this ship."

"You know what, Ms. Lord-of-the-Sith?" The sound of Mira's un-amused voice startled all of them, causing Atton to even relight his lightsaber.

Revan rolled her eyes and pulled her wrist up to her mouth.

"What is it, child?" Revan figured that would annoy her more than giving in to the Sith insult.

"We've come up with a plan. We're going to blow that ship up." Reese could tell by Mira's tone that she was smirking. "All you have to do, is disable the helm so that the ship can't move anywhere. Then call us and we'll pick you up. Once you're off, we'll give the Republic the signal to fire all their missiles onto the Sith ship. So get a move on, already. We're waiting."

"Why is it every ship we go on, we end up having to blow it up?" Atton grumbled.

"It's just that influence we have on people." Reese patted him on the back.

"So where is the bridge of this thing?" Carth asked.

"We have the schematics!" Revan pointed a finger in the air happily. "So let's see…. It's right here! It's right above us, actually. There should be an elevator around here."

"Well it's not through the door we came through," Atton said. "We searched those rooms thoroughly. There has to be another door around here."

"This room is so big, no one can tell." Mission growled under her breath and crossed her arms. "Great."

"I bet he'll tell us!" Revan pointed to the still unconscious Aaron. "He should know where the bridge of this thing is." She walked over to the man lying on the floor with a pool of blood around him.

"Willow, I'd… uh, hate to burst your bubble there, lass, but even if that bloke is alive, I doubt he'll tell us anything." Jolee warned.

"Nah," Revan shook her head. She knelt down beside the man, confirming he had a pulse. "He'll talk. I have my ways."

"Yeah, just don't make me sick with memories, ok?" Atton compromised. Revan just scoffed.

"Please, I won't waste my skills on this pathetic man. But I can play games, can't I?" Revan gave the man a powerful shake, making him groan and open his eyes.

"What happened?" He asked. He eyed Revan and pushed her back away from him. "Get away from me!"

"Oh, come on. I'm just trying to get to the bridge." Revan pouted. She looked back at Reese for support.

"Uhh—yes! That's right! We're taking these—prisoners—to the master." The exile tried to play along by pulling Juhani's hands behind her.

"We got a call saying that they were needed. I think they're to watch the destruction of Coruscant with the master." Atton agreed, taking Bastila's hands in one powerful grip.

"But, since someone blew this place to bits, we can't find the other door. Could you please help us find it?" Revan masked her humorous laughs and looks with a helpless gaze, and gathered up enough tears to cry a little bit. "The last time we got lost on this Jedi-rotten ship, the master nearly killed me! Just look at my arm…."

Revan pulled up the roomy sleeve of her robes to reveal scratches and bruises all over her arm. "They never really healed properly…."

Carth couldn't see the front of Revan's arm, but by the look on the back, he couldn't muster up the courage to see the front.

Apparently, all the persuasion worked on the man, because he pointed to the wall behind all of them; the one farthest away.

"There's your door. That's an elevator to the next floor, and the bridge." He said. "Now leave me be."

"Why, thank you a lot, kind sir." Revan bowed and walked over to the rest of her friends. "Well, that was easy."

Atton let go of Bastila and Reese unhanded Juhani. Bastila glared at her captor and rubbed her wrists.

"Oh, sorry," He sympathized. "I guess I haven't lost much of my strength."

"Lass…." Jolee's tone was scolding, and directed at Revan. She raised an eyebrow.

"What?" Her tone was trying, and confused, but somehow she knew what he was going to ask about.

"How did you get those scars?" He asked. She waved a hand at him.

"That story will take up way too much time, and it has way too many tarentateks in it." She said. "Right now, we need to get to the bridge."

"I don't think so." The new cold voice was followed by a lightsaber sound. Revan had barely any time to react as the person jumped over to them and tried to strike her down.

Revan didn't think to take out her lightsabers, no. She fell onto the ground deliberately and then tripped the assaulter. Then she flipped backwards and landed on her feet, kicking the assailant in the ribs.

Everyone jumped back away from the woman, watching her groan and pull her red hair out of her face. Her eyes were like pools of ink, forever black and emotionless. What her eyes lacked in emotion, her eyebrows made up for. There were certain crease marks, showing if she was angry, happy, or sad.

The woman pulled herself up from off the ground, shaking off the pain like it was rain droplets on her hand, and growled.

"My, my, my, Revan. You've been very hard to track down."

Revan raised an eyebrow.

"I've been in the same place for four years." She stood in front of her friends. "You just weren't looking hard enough."

"Well, it turns out I didn't need to search all those years, all I had to do was wait, and then bait." The red head sneered.

"And you think I didn't catch onto you, Shinrii?" Revan pulled most of her weight onto one leg and sighed. "Well, you're right."

"You know her?" Carth asked Revan.

"I did know her," Revan corrected. "Before my—changing."

"You mean before the Jedi brainwashed you and forced you to destroy everything you worked so hard to build?" The supposed "Shinrii" snarled. "Before you betrayed your friends?"

The air was filled with conjectures and inputs.

"Now wait just a minute!" Bastila said, glaring. "We had our reasons."

"You have no right to pick on us for that." Mission stuck her tongue out.

"If Malak and Bandon were her friends, then they couldn't have tried to kill her time and time again!" Juhani's voice became angry, and her accent got heavier.

"Yes, and if I wanted to actually turn back, why didn't I do it when I first found out I was Revan?" Revan asked.

"Because the Jedi-drones programmed your mind to not care." Shinrii seethed. She brought up tears. "He—he—wanted me to come get you. To bring you back."

"He?" Revan was now truly confused. "Which he? I've killed like, five 'he's'." A memory flashed back into Revan's mind, quickly, and chopped into pieces. Her eyes widened and her eyebrows raised.

"No, I kissed him."

"Malak?"

"No! Him."

The poor Ex-Sith gasped and dropped her lightsabers. They landed on the ground with a clunk.

"You mean—no, no!" She threw her arms around for emphasis. "You can't be serious. You're lying! He's dead! He's dead, I saw him—"

"What you saw was him seconds before he would have died, when you ran off to cry." Shinrii clarified. She threw her head in Reese's direction. "The exile over here went to comfort you." She glared at the exile, giving a threatening motion with her hand. Atton's fist tightened. "But I saved him. I brought him back."

"She doesn't mean—mean Kai'Sek—does she?" Reese laid a hand on Revan's shoulder. "He's still alive?"

"Yes." Shinrii unsheathed her lightsaber once more, portraying the redness of it up close to her face. "He wanted me to bring you back with me, so he could help you remember. He wants you to remember him, and a Masa?"

"You, shut up! Right now!" Revan could feel her blood begin to boil. She held her arms outward with her palms facing the floor. Tapping into the Force, she pulled up her lightsabers and turned them on while flipping them steadily through her fingers.

"Oh, don't worry. I'll bring you back, alright." Shinrii played at a smile. "And, I guess you haven't noticed we're not in a space battle over Coruscant anymore."

Shinrii was right; there were no explosion sounds from the outside, and no machine noise other than the huge hyperdrive.

"Bewildered Query: Master, where have you gone?"

Revan's wrist twitched with the new sound vibrating from it.

"What do you mean?" Atton asked. "Aren't we still in the ship?"

"What the bolts meant, Atton, was that the Sith have retreated. You were on for five minutes and suddenly they all take off into hyperspace." Mira explained.

I see, Kreia configured.

Really? Because I don't.

They were baiting you, Revan dear. They nabbed your friends as the attraction, and you grasped onto it. Once they had what they needed, they had no other reason to stay near Coruscant.

…. Oh dear….

Revan shook her head and walked away from her friends.

"I can't believe this," She slapped herself on the head. "I'm getting tired of these games the Sith are playing."

"They won't stop until you come back to Kai'Sek with me." Shinrii advised. "And if you decide to be defiant, I'll take you by force."

Revan didn't wait another second, and didn't give any warnings. She lunged at Shinrii with her two lightsabers blaring. The two collided sabers and stood trying to best each other in strength.

"Bring it on," Revan dared.

THE END!

Wow! Fifteen pages! I'm proud of me! Ok: New questions! Who is Kai'Sek? Why does he want her? Who is Masa? Why does Shinrii care about Revan, other than power?

Just stick around for the next chapter!