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The Meeting

Connan knew what they were going to say before it was spit out of his mouth. To hear the words actually said, however, nearly toppled her over. She kept her fingers tightly wrapped around the bedpost.

"No way…" She whispered. "How did this happen? It must have been that purple blob. That thing was up to no good from the start. When I get back I'm buying Carth a shot of Juma Juice. Scratch that, I'm making Griff get his head-tails in gear and force him to make us some Tarisian Ale!"

"Juma Juice?" Obi Wan Kenobi repeated. "What is that?"

"It is a type of alcohol, not used in over two thousand years." Quai Gon answered for Connan. She slightly raised an eyebrow curiously. "But how could she buy that if it hasn't been used in years?" She disregarded the words and kept mumbling.

"So that would mean I'm—Oh, Force, I'm four thousand thirty four!" Connan wailed, flopping over onto the bed and sobbing. "I'm old! My corpse should be rotting in a tomb somewhere on Coruscant, but here I am, stuck in the future."

Both Quai Gon Gin and Obi Wan Kenobi jumped up at stared at the woman with wide eyes. Obi Wan blanched.

"What do you mean… future?" He asked, creeping toward Connan. "Who are you?"

"I'm known by two names. One is Connan Frai—which I prefer—and the other is Revan." Connan half-expected them to laugh in her face and call her crazy.

Instead they gave her these blank faces that unnerved her.

"You know, Darth Revan, nearly destroyed the Republic? Connan Frai, the woman who killed Revan's apprentice to save it?" Connan waved a hand in front of Quai Gon. He blinked.

"I don't recognize those names. Do you, Padawan?" Quai Gon asked Obi Wan. The man shrugged.

"I don't think so."

"Oh, Force, am I in trouble." Connan ignored Obi Wan's wincing. She went back trying to explain who she was. "You know, Connan? The most powerful Jedi to be on both sides of the Force? Can shoot lightning and take energy but still can heal and put people in a stasis?"

"How can you be certain this is the future?" Quai Gon sat beside Connan now, placing an arm around her shoulders and hugging her in. "What happened?"

"Me, Carth, and Jolee were exploring the ruins on Korriban once more, in case we'd missed something. We saw this purple blob appear and suck me into it. My dog bit onto it, trying to free me. I woke up here." Connan frowned. "Poor Æliesha! I wonder if she's ok…." She looked up at Quai Gon. "Send me back! I have to get back to Carth!"

"We didn't bring you here, Connan." Quai Gon explained. "We found you on Korriban; Senator Palpatine insisted we search above the planet for the viceroys."

"And I've been in here for three weeks?" Connan asked.

"Sort of," Obi Wan said, sitting in the desk's chair. "When we found you this Kath Hound insisted on protecting you, like it knew you for years. It took us a day and a half to get it to let us help you. Then it took four days to get back here."

"Æliesha? She's here?" Connan jumped.

"That hound was your dog?" Obi Wan sneered. "That thing is so ferocious it just about ripped us apart!"

"What?" Connan slacked her jaw in surprise. "Did you harm her? Where is she?"

"We did not hurt the hound; it seemed to genuinely care about you. It's in the Academy here, if you want us to fetch her for you." Quai Gon prepared himself to leave. Connan shook her head.

"No thanks," She said, using her Force to float her bag to her and started rummaging through it. She pulled out a tin flute, inspecting it for damage. There was none. "I'll call her."

"Uhh…" Obi Wan grew nervous. "Is that wise? The hound is on the other side of the Academy. She might not hear it." Connan scoffed.

"We'll see."

She placed the flute to her lips and blew a note. It still worked. She took a deep breath and began communicating to Æliesha, wherever she was.

"Æliesha, where are you? Come here!" She played, using only sixteenth notes, trying to make it as quick and soft as possible.

A huge sense of well-being and protection swept over Connan. She was sure that her dog had heard her.

"It'll be about two minutes." She said. "After that, I think I shall need to talk to the Jedi Council."

"It takes a long time to get a meeting with the Jedi Council. I'm not even sure if they know you're here, yet." Quai Gon scowled. Connan rolled her eyes.

"Some things haven't changed." She murmured, getting a slap in the back of the head from Obi Wan. "There's a solution to that problem, you know."

"If you mean to barge in on the Council, I would advise against it. They seem to get agitated at people who do that." Obi Wan warned.

"I was never a favorite of the Council in the first place." Connan answered, pacing the floor and pursing her lips. "Who are they?"

"There is Master Yoda, Master Windu, and others." Quai Gon explained. "All-in-all, there are about thirteen on the council."

"Thirteen?" Connan gasped. "That's three times as many as we have on our Council!"

"How can there be four and one-third people in a Council?" Obi Wan asked, causing Connan to roll her eyes.

"There are four people on the Council, smart-ass." She answered. "Master Vandar, Master Vrook, Master Zhar, and Master Kavar. Master Dorak was sadly lost in the attack on Dantooine." Connan counted off all the Council members. "They all hated me. Well, Zhar pitied me; but it's the same difference."

"You knew Master Zhar?" Obi Wan gaped, his mouth wide open. "What's he like?"

"How can you know about Mast Zhar and not about me?" Connan spat.

"It's not my fault; we're knowledgeable only on the Jedi Masters, not schizophrenic Sith Lords." Obi Wan chided.

"I am not schizophrenic!" Connan screeched, standing. She chuckled at herself. "Well, not on the outside."

"Alright!" Quai Gon shouted, pulling her pack down and Force Pushing Obi Wan backwards a way. "You two are going at each other like a Hutt on Nul Hutta. Stay quiet when the other is talking!" The two didn't talk. "Now, describe Master Zhar."

"He's a Twi'lek with so much wisdom; he could write a book and still have more wise words spouting off his headtails." Connan droned, sarcasm dripping from her voice. "And he won't leave me alone about Carth."

"We know nothing of a Carth." Quai Gon stated. "Who is he?"

"He's an Admiral now, Admiral Carth Onasi. Great man, he is." Connan grinned, remembering him. She face turned disappointed and she snapped her fingers. "Force, I should have listened to him."

"Will you watch that tongue of yours?" Obi Wan scolded, now more agitated than anything. Connan turned to regard him.

"Force, Force, Force, Force, FORCE!" She shouted, causing him to step away from her. He didn't try to hide the disgust on his face as he scowled at her malice.

Connan, on the other hand, was laughing. She placed a hand on her stomach and fell onto her back.

"What is wrong with that word?" She asked Quai Gon. "I don't understand why he's so worked up about it."

"It's been deemed disrespectful to the Force to take its name in vain." Quai Gon answered solemnly.

"Disrespectful?" Connan repeated. "I'm not even going into a rant about that."

A resounding woof rang through the halls, and the familiar prattling of paws sounded like sweet music to Connan as her faithful hound bounded up to her.

"There you are!" Connan's voice became babyish, a small cooing voice resembling that of a monkey's. "There you are! How's my little Æliesha? Did they treat you well?"

"That certainly is a small Kath Hound." Quai Gon commented, stepping back as it glanced menacingly at him.

"Isn't she? It's just all the better. It's easier for her to kill when she's not as big as a Rodos." Connan answered Quai Gon's question before continuing to talk to her Hound. "Isn't it? Those Sith don't stand a chance against you, do they? Good girl!"

Æliesha barked loudly, agreeing with Connan.

"Did she just understand what you said?" Obi Wan asked.

"Of course she did! She's a smart little Kath Hound! Aren't you? Aren't you the smartest Kath Hound ever?" Connan sneered, scratching Æliesha behind the ears. She gave another approving bark and licked her master's hand.

"Now," Connan changed moods quickly, eyeing Quai Gon in the face. "Where is the Jedi Council?" She glanced between Obi Wan and Quai Gon, who also exchanged looks.

"They're… on the next floor." Quai Gon surrendered. "I suppose if you want to see them, we should take you to them." He conceited. Connan nodded.

"That's right." She crossed her arms and smiled. "Thanks."

"What?" Obi Wan asked. "She could be siding with the Viceroys for all we know, and you're going to let her see the Council?" He crossed his arms, defiance across his face.

"Don't argue, young Padawan. I sense no deception in her. Do you?" Quai Gon held a hand out to his apprentice, who eyed Connan suspiciously. Finally, the Padawan took his master's hand and left the room.

"I'll be out in a minute, guys. I'd rather go see the Council in my own clothes." Connan shut the door and quickly changed into her Makashi Robes, installing her mines and grenades in their usual spots in her inside pockets.

"Come on, Æliesha, let's go meet another Council." Connan called to her dog, grabbing her bag from the desk and opening the door.

Quai Gon Gin and Obi Wan Kenobi were in a corner a few yards away. Quai Gon nodded and began up a pair of stairs placed on the other side of the hallway.

"This Council isn't very merciful, just so you know." Obi Wan sneered, eyeing Connan. She scoffed.

"Nothing new. I had my memory erased by my council about five or six years ago. Now that's merciless."

"Sure, you did." Obi Wan spat. Connan grunted.

They were silent the rest of the way to the Council Room. Connan was focusing on what was happening.

How could that blob have transported her four thousand years into the past? How did Æliesha get tagged along? And if Æliesha was dragged into it, then were Carth and Jolee?

And if they were, where were they?

They could still be on Korriban, for all she knew. They said that she was found on the desolate planet all alone—except for Æliesha of course—and there was no ship in sight.

"There is a possibility that they saw us unconscious and left us for dead, you realize." A voice spoke to Connan. She didn't jump at the sudden opinion.

"That wouldn't happen; Carth would never do that. There has to be another reason. Figure it out later." She replied to it.

The doors to the Council Room opened and Connan stormed in.

The room was much more humble than the one on Dantooine. This Council's Room was high in the air on Coruscant while the one on Dantooine stayed firmly on the ground. Yet this one had more pride to it. The floors were decorated with lovely red and gold velvet rings, and the dark blue—almost black—chairs the four people accommodated held a strange emblem: something which resembled an eye with eight arms sticking off of it, encircled by blue rims and silver dots. The whole of the emblem was in front of a gold background, with blue wings spreading out of it. It looked like a vault door if Connan looked closely enough.

She was greeted by four faces: a Twi'lek, a human, a strange alien, and someone who looked like Master Vandar.

She didn't like them. She crossed her arms protectively, raising an eyebrow and sucking on her teeth. Her Kath Hound sat obediently beside her; its head held high and its ears straight.

"Who is this, Jedi Obi Wan?" The human asked, folding his fingers delicately into his lap.

"Well—Master Windu—this is the woman we found on Korriban and her Kath Hound. They wished to speak to you." Quai Gon bowed.

"Ah! Wear the Jedi Robes she does. A Jedi, do you think she is?" The Master Vandar clone asked. Connan refrained from laughing at his speech. It definitely set him apart from Master Vandar.

"No, I wear these robes because I like the color." The sarcasm dripped from her voice acidly. She held her arms out at her sides to make all of her robes visible. The brown color did tend to clash with her complexion.

"You are very vain for a Jedi. I don't recall this one; I could have sworn I knew every Apprentice to Master there is." Said the strange alien, rubbing his chin.

"Uh—was—if you don't mind. I shouldn't be alive right now." Connan bowed slightly, laughing at her own joke. The human—Master Windu—raised an eyebrow.

"Did these two Jedi save your life somehow?" He asked, leaning forward.

"Yes and no." Connan began pacing the floor, a smooth left and right motion, taking three steps in each direction. "It's complicated."

"Then why don't you start at the beginning, young one?" The alien asked. Connan sighed. They would become bored with her story, she knew. The Council was never one to care for her, and she could sense that they were just biding their time until they could throw her out politely.

"Well I was on my ship the Ebon Hawk this morning—" She began. She hadn't taken her second breath before she was interrupted.

"Your ship is the Ebon Hawk?" Master Windu inquired, shock apparent on his face. "You know its location?"

"No more than you do. Now let me finish." Connan snapped. She continued. "When we landed on Korriban, it was decided that Carth, Jolee, Æliesha and I would go out onto the planet and search for—what it was we were searching for." She was interrupted again.

"What were you doing on Korriban? That place hasn't been inhabited for centuries." The alien asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Are you going to interrupt me after every single sentence?" Connan shouted, watching the three men lean backward. They were silent. "Thank you. Now, when we got onto the planet I ran ahead to look for the caves we needed to get into. Bastila had said that she'd heard of a tarentatek in one of them, aside from the three we'd already destroyed on the planet. Anyway, Carth and Jolee finally caught up with me when this purple blob appeared in front of us! Me: being the stupid idiot I am, tried to touch it. It reached out and sorts of—well, wrapped itself around my arm. I remember Æliesha grabbing onto the stem of the thing, then I woke up in that room back there." Connan pointed outside the doorway.

The Masters stayed silent for several moments, exchanging glances as if they were communicating within their minds. Finally, the green one spoke.

"You name we shall probably need to know, hmmm?" He chided. Connan sighed.

"You can call me Revan or Connan Frai." She said, rolling her eyes. The Masters all straightened in their chairs.

"How can this be?" Asked the alien.

"Well, I'm not sure, but I think you get names when you're born. And since I had my memory erased and I thought I was someone else for a year, I had another name. I'm Revan and Connan Frai." Connan leaned toward the Masters as her tone rose and fell.

"There is no need to be vain, miss." Master Windu held a hand into the air. Connan scoffed.

"'Miss'? Didn't I just tell you my names?" She asked, a tinge of frustration in her tone.

"Find it hard to believe, we do." The green one said. "Four thousand years ago was Revan's time. Nearly take over the Republic, she did. Great destruction she caused."

"Now wait just a minute!" Connan threw a finger into the air. "Is that what you people think I did? You're sorely misguided. My intentions were not to control the Republic."

"You truly think you're Revan?" Master Windu folded his fingers in front of his face.

"Masters—you mean there is such a person as Revan?" Obi Wan strode forward, shock apparent on his face.

"Told you." Connan spat. "Listen next time your elders speak to you, Sonny." Connan smirked; she sounded like Jolee. A tear whelped up in her eye. She brushed it away.

"Don't be rude, Connan." Quai Gon whispered. Connan obeyed.

"Can you prove that you're Revan?" The alien asked. Connan glanced around the room anxiously. There was nothing in the room that she could use to prove who she was. She turned around, glancing at the door as a droid clunked by.

Connan snapped her fingers. "I've got it!" She said. "Bring that droid back!"

Quai Gon left the room and reappeared with the slightly surprised droid.

"May I be of some assistance to you?" The droid asked. Connan nodded.

"Yes, I want you to look up an image of both the Jedi Revan and the Jedi Connan." Connan ordered. The droid computed her words.

"I am unable to do that without Jedi recognition. Please give your Jedi I.D." The droid droned. Connan groaned.

"I hate doing this." She murmured. "C-764892746-O-Alpha." She sputtered. The droid stopped moving.

"That is an old-fashioned I.D." Master Windu commented. "Are you sure it'll go through?" Connan ignored him.

"Identification accepted. Welcome, Jedi Revan! Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Yes, I need a picture of the Jedi Connan Frai—I.D. number K-936476936-Q-Omega—and myself, if you don't mind, and then I'll want any information on any droids that start with HK." Connan ordered. The droid bowed and waddled to the console outside the room.

"What just happened?" Obi Wan asked.

"Apparently these droids keeps all identifications locked within them, no matter if they were four thousand year ago, or yesterday." Quai Gon answered.

"Why did you want information about an HK droid?" Master Windu inquired. "What is an HK droid?"

Connan sighed. "Good. So none have been made since the HK-50. That's great! Keeps me out of a huge mess." She scratched her head.

The droid hurried back with two datapads.

"Jedi Revan, here are your datapads. This one has the HK droid information on it, and the other has the information of Jedi Connan Frai and yourself on it." The droid handed the two cards to Connan.

"Thanks, that's all."

Connan threw the first pad at Master Yoda, who caught it and examined it. Connan turned on the second pad and flipped through it. There were no new HK droids, since the exile Donella Segora and Connan had stopped their construction on Telos. And of course there was a large database on her faithful machine HK-47. She missed that red assassin.

"Well," Gasped the alien. "We welcome you, Jedi Revan." Master Windu bowed his head.

"At least someone believes me now." Connan growled, eyeing Obi Wan again. "I just need to know how to get back."

"We do not know how to get you back." Mater Windu emphasized.

"Then I'm going to be here awhile. I guess I could contact my Jedi Council and see what they'd do." Connan considered.

"You may do that, but we have a favor." The alien held up his hand, stopping Connan's thoughts. "It involves Obi Wan and Quai Gon, too."

"It does," Master Yoda nodded. "A meeting we need you to attend. Negotiate blockades on Naboo, could you?"

"What about Naboo?" Connan whirled around. "It's under blockade?"

"We are in a war, in case you didn't know." Obi Wan chided. Connan puffed up.

"I must not be with the times."

"Ambassadors you must be on this mission, Quai Gon. Attack if attacked only, please." Master Yoda went on. Connan raised an eyebrow at him.

"So why tell me this?" She asked. She was hoping she could ditch the smart-mouth and the quiet one high-tail it out of this century into hers. Master Windu stood.

"We would like you to accompany them."

THE END!

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