KotOR Roots

Disclaimer: Didn't make one, figured I needed one. I don't own Star Wars. I don't own any of the characters. I don't own the movies. Come to think of it, I don't own anything…

A young woman rushed down the halls, desperate to find her target. A padawan stepped out quickly, and she nearly balled him over. Instead, she quickly darted to the left and kept going. Where the hell is he?

Her form came around the corner, and down the slopes, not slowing at all. Past the drooping elm and back up another slant again. She ran and ran as fast as her body and the force would allow her. Where the hell is he?

She was going to find him, she needed to explain. She needed an explanation. She needed to know if he really meant what he wrote, or if it was just her imagination. No, no definitely not, I know that I read the datapad. I know I did! Warmth ran through her, and a burst of energy followed at the thought of him, and what he had said to her. Well, not to her, but, about her? Was that it? Screw it. She had to find him.She burst through the next door and stopped immediately. She was going to- …no, she had to find him.

Where the hell is he?

"Where are you going, young Bastila? The hour is late, and you should be in your room."

A Twi'lek emerged from the shadows.

"Ma- Mas- Master Zhar, I need to find him." The Twi'lek dropped his head and nodded slowly, he knew who she was looking for. Zhar held a quick debate in his head, arguing whether to let her go and find who she was searching for, or to make her return to her dorm. He looked up slowly and analyzed the look on, and of her face. Frantic emotions ran off of her, her breathing was labored, indicating that she ran here. But the winning argument was the pain in her eyes. What had he done this time?

"Go young one, but be brief and return to evening meditations immediately."

"Thank you master," and with a curt yet respectful bow she was off again on the marathon, not only on her feet, but in her head.

Where the hell is he?

"Young Revan, invited here, you have been out of urgency." The short and green alien sat at the top of the current pentagon. While he was at the top, to his right was a human master, and to his right a Twi'lek sat. The three of them faced the topic of conversation. And, beside the boy, his Master, Kreia.

"Explain, in your own words, what went through your head during the duel. What you called upon to attack your opponents with such veracity." Master Vrook spoke solidly, with a hint of contempt.

The boy glanced up, and out from underneath his brown hood, nearly identical to his Master's. Vrook thought it inappropriate for a Master to dress as such; especially with such a… troublesome student.

"I was fighting, emotions were of no consequence." Master Vrook looked quickly to his colleague. Who slowly lowered his head, contemplating what had just been said.

"Of consequence, emotions always are young one. Elaborate, you must. And truth must be told."

"Yes, Padawan," Zhar spoke for the first time. "Your actions must be accounted for, before and after," he paused, pondering how to come around to saying what he was about to. "- Bastila was in danger."

A streak of pain and anguish rushed over Revan's face. However, it left as soon as it came. The serenity running off of him in swirls and eddies of the force cut off, and there was nothing to be felt within him. He shielded himself from the council, and spoke again.

"I was fighting Jennyl." He whispered hoarsely under his breath. "I was about to defeat her, and- and I did not." His head dropped again and the Masters looked at each other, silently conversing.

"Why was that?" Vrook questioned. Kreia looked over to her juvenile apprentice, nodding, and coaxing an explanation through unspoken words.

"I thought that Bastila would benefit further than I, from defeating her opponent."

"I see." Zhar said, his headtails tucking neatly around his neck in an approving manner.

"And this would have nothing to do with your- connection with her?" Vrook said, almost mockingly, enticing an outburst.

Revan's head shot up, eyes glaring, piercing the Master. Emotions, still perfectly unnoticeable to the others around him; on the inside though, he was barely controlling the storm. Still absolutely seething, he humored Vrook.

"No- it wouldn't."

Zhar intercepted the current battle of wills/staring contest between his colleague and the mutineer.

"Young one, leave us." Master Zhar muttered.

Revan stayed, looking right into his rival, determined that he wouldn't break it first. Finally, Vrook looked down. Revan rose to his feet swiftly, victorious, and with two courteous, and one less courteous bow, left.

"Master Kreia, are you aware of your students condition?" Zhar quietly inquired.

"Master Zhar, I am fully aware of my pupil's condition." Kreia shot a cold glare at the council in front of her. She was not quite angry, but disappointed at the way they had handled the situation between the girl, and Revan. They were leading our order?

"I will handle it to the best of my abilities in our solitude. His training will be harder, and his… attachments will be cut off."

Suddenly, she rose as well, ignoring formalities and ready to get off this planet.

Bastila closed in on door number 9. She input the code, and the door opened with a whish.

Coldness, froze the warmth that was flowing through her veins. Her stomach knotted, and her fists clenched. Her face scrunched up, and with all her training, she couldn't stop the tears that rolled down her face. She used her sleeve to soak up the moisture collected on her thin nose, and small chin. He left. He left again. She closed her eyes, and fell asleep quickly, hoping he returned.

He didn't return.

Space

Revan

He walked casually out of his room. He felt out with the force, but it was different than usual. Damnit, she's fine. He desperately, yet futilely tried to reason with himself. He strode to the cargo hold and started looking through his pack. Where is it? He picked up the datapad, and looked over its contents. One thing missing… He typed in the final phrase, and sent it to a private datapad, he knew only Bastila would read the contents of. And with a heavy sigh, he rose and left- unaware of how long it would be until he saw her again. Also oblivious of what would interrupt their next meeting, and how it would affect him, her and everyone else.

If he knew, he wouldn't have left.

A/N So, I just wanted a quick update, to set up for what is going to happen while he is away. I'm not going to tell you anything, you need a surprise. Also, please, please review; it's what keeps us FanFic writers going. A quick word of encouragement or a suggestion is ALL it takes. Character ideas please sent to my email please Keep reviewing, or did I already say that?...