Author's Notes: Thanks for the support I've been recieving, especially where I thought I was losing touch in the characters. I've somewhat rectified that, but we shall see how it goes for the next few chapters. I'm actually a lot further in the story than what I am posting. The other chapters are mainly avenues I might consider taking. Anyway, here is something that is sweet and short. More importantly, it contains a person we've been waiting a long time to see...
Connections
"Not bloody likely, " his voice replied.
The question hadn't been heard, but there was no doubt that this man had been bred for these dark times. His oceanic blue eyes seemed to be brighter than most, and his black wavy hair flew out in the wind. His hair had once been short, but now it had grown and pulled back into a short ponytail, while the rest of his hair split into a widow's peak. He had even grown a goatee. Though he once had seemed clean, his face was covered in some dirt, revealing that he had been at this for a long time.
He looked around and turned to a figure, another man. "Have we heard any word from her?"
"No, sir," the calm voice replied.
"Damn," he muttered. "Theresa, where the blazes are you?"
"Sir," the same voice said, "we have a feed. The team has done it."
"Good, tell them to get out of there. Inform the strike team to bomb that foundry. And tell Commander Falcus that I want to speak to her."
"Yes sir."
"Damnable droids," he muttered. This foundry had been the fourth in the past 3 months that had been assaulted. The bloody foundries seemed to be popping out from everywhere—first Ord Cestus, then Saleucami and now Bakura.
Suddenly, an explosion was heard far away from them, as the dark sky was lit up in a colour of gold and amber, as cheering could be heard from somewhere.
"We've got thousands more where that came from, people," the man yelled, instilling pride and power into the few followers he had. "This will be a day long remembered—we will eliminate the Sith from trying to take over the Galaxy!"
Cheers could be heard, as one discernible name came out from the chant. Revan.
Rena rose from her bed, panting and cold sweat as she looked around. She realized that she was still in her quarters in the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. After a few more moments, she shoved aside the comforter and rose, clad only in black undergarments. The moon from the night sky shone through her room, revealing the sweat that glistened on her body. Her raven black hair was ruffled, but still retained the shine it always did.
She paced through her quarters, breathing steadily and slowly as she felt the tremors from her body. She had felt him! Of all the things, she had a vision about Revan, the legendary figure who nearly wiped out the Jedi Order—and led the Republic to ruin. But that only occurred after the legendary figure led the Republic to victory. That had been almost 15 years ago.
Something didn't feel right however; as she realized that she seemed to have an odd connection to the man. This hadn't been the first time she had a vision about the former Dark Lord. She had been dreaming of him for a long time—especially when she was younger.
What's more, Revan had been leading a few men and women in a campaign against the Sith. War was definitely brewing, and somewhere Revan was in trouble. Whatever faults he had committed in the past, he was still a Jedi—fighting for the survival of the Galaxy.
Her Master, the man she had come to love dearly, had promised Revan's wife, Bastila, that he would find Revan and bring him back. Her loyalty to him was as powerful as his loyalty to his friends—even if that included Revan.
Her Master had been missing for over three days. She paced as her thoughts turned towards him. Dante had sent a transmission from Dantooine—and had gone missing after that. Her heart ached as she thought of the possibility of him lying on some forsaken world, dying and calling out for her. She closed her eyes and sat at the edge of her bed, reaching out with the Force to feel him.
She had hid her feelings for him for a very long time, but she knew that sooner or later, she would slip up and he would find out. She could only hope that he would reciprocate—but he had already lost the love of his life before Rena had ever come into the picture. And she knew that no matter what, his heart may forever be destined towards his lost love.
She calmed herself and then she positioned herself in the center of her bed, entering a trance, almost as if to open herself up to the Force, to use the connection she felt with her Master—to the man she so desperately loved.
He had saved her, and she would forever be grateful. They had come into each other's lives during the darkest moments, and together, they had saved one another.
She pictured him smiling, almost content, as if he were safe and at peace. But she also felt the pain and wound in the very center of his being—a wound that would never completely heal for the rest of his life.
Holding on to the sight of Dante, she felt the tendrils of Light reach out and pierce into the Galaxy itself, as she felt a world, barren of life, save for two, come into being. It seemed lush, and beautiful, but contained nothing but death and the haunting memories of whatever devastated the seeming paradise. "Dante," she whispered as she felt herself collapse as the strain of death overwhelmed her.
As the image of the smiling brown skinned man began to slowly fade in her mind, her consciousness did likewise. She could only hope that Dante would heed her call, for Rena felt herself slipping away, further into a darkness that was feasting on the life of the Galaxy.
