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"You killed my son." The words echoed through Revan as he watched Vaner. He couldn't rid himself to the feelings of rage and pain he'd sensed in Alan.
When Revan had returned to the Sojourn he'd cleaned Vaner's face and hair, attempting to get all of the sticky filling from the boy. Vaner's hair still dripped with water as he'd struggled from Revan's hold to go play.
The door into the quarters Revan shared with Bastila and Vaner opened. He didn't take his eyes off Vaner as he sensed Meetra, Bastila, and Carth enter the room. He could sense Carth's anger while Meetra seemed a little concerned. Bastila moved over to Vaner and started to look him over.
"What wrong?" Vaner blinked up at his mother.
"Nothing," – Bastila let out a relieved breath – "you're perfect."
"Apparently," Carth started as he joined Revan on the couch, "Alan was given the list of the dead from the Civil War this morning."
"So, his son did," Revan trailed off.
"Alvar was one of the three confirmed dead from the battle aboard the Revenge," Carth confirmed. "Bastila, you were the one to report his death."
Bastila looked up from where she was now sitting on the floor, close to their son. "What?" she frowned. "The only one I wrote up confirming the death of were the Jedi who accompanied me. None of them had the name Alvar. And none of them died on the Revenge."
"What about the Sith you killed right before Malak attacked?" Revan asked. "You confirmed his death."
It was a very good thing, Revan decided, Vaner was more interested in his toys than in the adults right then.
"I did, but the council gave me his name and it certainly wasn't Alvar."
"If there were three who were confirmed killed, then what about Revan?" Meetra asked.
Bastila's eyes widened. "Carth, do you have the report on you?"
"Here." Carth half stood to pass her the datapad.
"I don't believe this," Bastila breathed. "This is the report I wrote up to confirm your death." She looked over the datapad at Revan.
A frown was visible on Carth's features. "I'm going to have a medic take some of your blood, Revan. We never needed to confirm who you were before now, but it would be for the best we did so." Carth let out a low breath. "It's a good thing all Jedi have their DNA on record."
"I'm assuming the negotiations broke down then?" Revan asked.
"They did," Meetra confirmed. "Bastila and I tried to explain to the senator you are redeemed, but he didn't want any of it given you might have killed his younger brother." Meetra rubbed her eyes. "I shouldn't have called you by name."
"It would have come out eventually who I was," Revan assured her. "But it does mean we're going to have a harder time gaining senate support. I'll start going through what is known about the other galactic senators." Plans were of the few matters Revan was good at and could help with. "Meetra, do you think we should refocus our efforts on finding Darious and Jasper instead?"
"First, you're coming with me to have blood drawn." Carth stood. "Then you can worry about plans."
"I'll start looking for Darious and Jasper." Meetra also stood.
"Try the restoration project. I sensed one of them there earlier this morning. The other was in the spaceport, but I have a feeling he returned to work as well." Revan pushed himself to his feet. "I'll join—"
"No," Bastila shot down the plan. "You should focus on looking through the senate like you planned. I'll help look for Jasper and Darious. You can keep an eye Vaner."
Revan gave a slight bow of his head. "Very well."
"Come on then." Carth stood and headed for the door.
Revan followed Carth from the quarters. "Carth, do you know anything about Alvar or the Tarvon family?" Revan asked after several long moments in complete silence.
"Only as much as most of Alan's regulars would know," Carth confessed. "Alan wasn't well known when I was a kid, but as I got older word spread about his diner until many of us who called Telos home went their regularly. It's how many of us got to know Justin for the first time and ended up voting for him when he ran for senate.
"From my understanding of it, Alan had two sons in Justin and Alvar. He never spoke about his wife or where his family had come from. All anyone knew was they were native to Telos.
"I meet Alan around the time I was ten. His diner was up and coming at that point and my parents took me to it. Alan always took the time to get to know his guests. Many people started to view him less as a diner owner and more like a friend, someone they could go to for help when they needed it.
"I first learned of Alvar when I asked about the namesake of his Little Runner's pie. Little Runner turned out to be Alvar's nickname because he liked to run everywhere. As it turns out, Alan and Alvar were very close. Apparently Alvar had been a genius, learning faster than most children his age. Alan used to talk about how Alvar started to learn to read at the age of two.
"Two years later the Jedi came. Alvar was taken to be trained and Alan only heard from the Jedi two more times. He got a letter from Alvar during the early years of the Mandalorian Wars stating he was part of the Revanchist movement, your group." Carth gave Revan a look out of the corner of his eye.
None of what Carth told Revan sounded familiar. Granted, by the sounds of the story, Alvar had been four when the Jedi had taken him away. If he was Alvar his memories of that time would be vague at best. With only having the memory from the point he had found his mask on, it meant the vaguest of memories he had before this would be the hardest to recall.
"If I am somehow Alvar, do you really think Alan would want to learn his son became a Sith Lord?" Revan asked. He forced himself to look ahead. "We shouldn't dig into this matter."
Carth scowled. "You helped me with Dustil, do you honestly think I didn't want to know my son lived?"
Revan looked away from Carth.
"What if you thought Vaner was dead only to learn he had turned to the Dark side? Wouldn't it be better to know?"
Revan took a deep breath. He would see to it if Vaner ever awoke to the Force his son never turned. Though, he admitted, Carth did have a point. "How is Dustil?" Revan changed the subject. He hadn't sensed Dustil when had reached out with the Force. Even if he had, Dustil would need to be trained by someone to become a Jedi.
"Fine," Carth replied. "He's interested in the new Order, but I asked he hold off a bit until a master is ready to take him." His eyes narrowed. "And you're deflecting."
Revan breathed. "Just promise me, you won't tell them right away if I do turn out to be Alvar. Even if it's better to know, I have no memory of them. This, it could turn out to be worse than the knowledge I killed him." Deep down Revan knew Carth would never make such a promise to him.
The two of them arrived at the medical bay. "Take a seat, Revan. I'll talk with someone to see about taking a blood sample."
Revan settled himself on one of the beds in the large bay. He glanced towards the kolto tanks. Thankfully all of them were empty. It was enough to know there was nothing major happening right then. By this he meant a war.
The mere thought of another war dragged down at Revan. He didn't know if he could go through another one. In the same moment, he knew he could make it through just about anything. The last war had been hard on him. Not because it was another war, but it was hard to sit back do nothing. In the end, it had been Meetra who had acted. He was happy and almost proud of her for doing so.
Carth returned a with a medical droid a few heartbeats later.
The drawing of blood was fast. Revan rolled down his sleeve once the procedure was over. Revan stood. "I should start researching other senators we can approach," Revan started off.
"If you need help, I can send someone to aid you."
Revan laughed. "It's far from the worst task I've ever had." Revan had only just left the medical bay when his comm link went off. "Yes?"
"Are you and Carth done?" Bastila's voice came over the link.
"Yes," Revan stated. "I'm heading back to pick up Vaner before going to a place to look up Republic senators."
"Good, but Meetra also wants you to start training the padawans. She doesn't want their training to lapse just because we're trying to find all of them masters."
"All right," Revan restrained the urge to let out a breath. "I suppose that takes priority over the senator search. I'll do the research later tonight then."
The day passed with little happening during the training, other than Revan starting to give them break downs on the basics younglings would have learned. Most of this Mical already knew, but he didn't complain and instead listened intently. Only Atton seemed to mind going over the basics.
That night Revan put Vaner to bed before heading to the ship communications. There he set to work on looking through the senators and get a list going on who they could approach. He spent only two hours on this task before going to another. This one was to build training droids for the current padawans and future younglings.
Revan worked through the night to get five created. He then headed for his quarters to have breakfast with his wife and son.
Bastila was waiting for him. "Where were you all night?"
"Working," Revan informed her. "I narrowed down a few senators we can approach and got training droids built for the padawans."
"What pad-one?" Vaner damned. "You no tell, daddy." He puffed out his cheeks in annoyance.
"A Jedi in training," Revan informed his son. "I take it you and Meetra couldn't pick up Darious and Jasper's trail?"
"We did, we just needed to return for the night." Bastila picked up Vaner. "Are you going to work through the night again tonight?"
"Hopefully not." Revan rubbed the fatigue from his eyes. "If I work late, I'll sleep on the couch."
"It bed?" Vaner asked.
Revan chuckled at this. "It's to not wake your mother."
"Oh," Vaner blinked. "I go with mommy today 'gain? Pie yummy." He licked his lips.
"No, you'll be with your father today."
"No pie?" Vaner's little shoulders sank.
"I'll see if the mess hall has any during lunch, how about that?" Revan smiled at his son and gave him small wink. He made a mental note to send T3 out to pick up the makings of pie. There would have to be at least three or four to feed everyone on the ship which meant Revan would be skipping lunch, but it would be worth it to keep this small promise to Vaner.
The three of them settled in a more secluded part of the mess hall. Revan left his wife and son to collect food for them.
"Hey, Von."
Revan sensed Mission moving to join him. "Mission," he greeted without turning. He kept his gaze on the three trays before him.
"You all right?" Mission asked she stopped by him.
"Yes, why?" Revan looked at the girl he had started to view more like a little sister than just a friend over the last several years.
"Well, you have a tired note to your voice today and I was just hoping you didn't lose sleep over that jerk pulling a blaster on you and Van. He's such a jerk to pull it on little Van!"
"It was just on me, Mission." They moved down the line a little. "Besides, I pulled an all-nighter to get training droids ready for the padawans. It had nothing to do with the events yesterday."
"Really? What sort of droids? Perhaps I could have helped." Mission leaned closer, her eyes alight with the thought of working on droids again.
Revan chuckled. "I should have asked, sorry, Mission."
"So what sort were they?" Mission snagged one of the three trays from Revan. She balanced them as the two of them headed back through the mess hall.
Revan could see Zaalbar and Carth had both joined Bastila and Vaner. The admiral had been given his food and Zaalbar appeared to have been way ahead of Revan and Mission in the line to get food. The wookiee was already chowing down on his meal. From time to time Zaalbar slipped Vaner a piece of his bread. Vaner would grab it and stuff it into his mouth before Bastila had a chance to stop the pair.
Mission set down her tray beside Zaalbar while Revan ended up between Carth and Bastila. Both passed the tray to the person they had gotten food for.
"They were just droids to train younglings in the basics of lightsaber technique. I'm still looking into the full range of programming the ones lost in the purge had."
Mission's eyes widened. "Whoa, I've never worked on Jedi droids before. You have to let me in on this." She pointed her fork at Revan. "What sort of parameters have you already gotten into them?"
"A few basic calculations to detect and predict patterns from form one."
"Using a sensor array?"
"What else?"
"What about the algorithm you're using?" Mission's eyes glittered.
"No!" Bastila and Carth both shouted in unison. "No, droid talk at the table," Bastila finished with a glare at both Mission and Revan.
Mission rolled her eyes at the ceiling. "Fine, princess, but don't complain if Von and I can't get those training droids finished because you and the admiral there don't want us working on it."
"You two can talk about it once Revan is done training the padawans today," Bastila argued.
Mission huffed. "Fine, so after or even during lunch." She smirked. "How about Rev?" She called Revan by a nickname she had given him at the tail end of the Jedi Civil War. It had been awhile since Revan had heard it. He admitted it was far better than being called "Von" by her. "Why don't you and I take a working lunch?"
It was a good idea. Revan needed help with what remained to be done and it would give him to work on it and, just perhaps, get some sleep tonight. If he went through with this plan he needed to make the pies earlier than previous planned or not at all.
"All right," Revan agreed. He'd talk to Mission right before heading to training the group of padawans. She had watched Revan make a pie before. Granted it was a different kind of pie but he hoped she might be able to help with this task so they could vanish off to work on droids this afternoon.
"And if Meetra and I aren't back yet, are you planning on having out son skip lunch as well?" Bastila's eyes narrowed.
"Of course not," Revan replied in smooth tones.
"Big Z could watch little Van," Mission nodded. "Right, Big Z?"
Zaalbar gave a happy growl. The wookiee looked fondly down at Vaner, who clapped in response to all of this conversation.
"Uncle Z! Uncle Z!" Vaner cheered.
Revan finished breakfast. They had spent too much time talking. "Are you done, Vaner?"
"Yep!" Vaner grinned. Most of his breakfast was smeared across his face.
Revan chuckled and helped Bastila with cleaning their son.
"We'll call with anything we find on Darious and Jasper." Bastila stood. "The padawans should be waiting in the training area by now."
Revan picked up Vaner. "May the Force be with you." He bowed his head to his wife.
"I'll join you, Rev." Mission got to her feet and stretched. "I could do with something to do today as it is." She grinned. "Before the droid stuff that is."
Revan sent T3 out before he, Mission and Vaner started for the training area.
"What was that about?" Mission asked.
"A promise and secret."
"What secret, daddy?" Vaner asked.
"You'll see."
x – Meetra – x
Bastila was late.
Meetra let out a breath. It was to be expected. The younger woman had more than just the Jedi to worry about, but her son and perhaps even Revan. Meetra admitted to being worried about her old master as well. Yesterday's events would only drive him further from the position their new Jedi Order needed him to take. She had proven she was far from the right choice when it came down the representing the Order to the senate.
Politics had never been Meetra's strongest point. She had watched Revan navigate the senate and politics back during the Mandalorian Wars. A part of her had marveled at his infinite patients with politicians during moments where she would have given up and just forced their way forward.
Once, Meetra had seen the difference between Revan and Malak when it came to politics. Malak was forceful, powerful, his presence enough to put any on edge even when Malak had still been a Jedi. Then there was Revan. His presence wasn't threatening until one managed to look him in the eye and saw they were backed into a corner from his logic and cool management of the situation.
His presence had the opposite affect Malak's had on people. It was almost calming to the senate. His words soothing. Whether this was because of his training at Kriea's hand or another factor Meetra didn't know, all she knew was he was the only one who could lead them. After all he had swayed thousands to his cause. Turned tides of battle through his sheer force of will and leadership alone. If anyone could lead the Jedi Order into a new era it was him. He just needed a confidence boost.
And yesterday hadn't done just the opposite. It had to have proven to Revan he was right all along and would only harm the Order as it's new Grand Master. He could lead them into a future where the Order could self-sustain instead of stripping Force Sensitives from their families. But, in the same instance, she needed to know where Darious stood on all of this.
Darious, from what Meetra remembered of the man, had been very close to Revan and Malak. She had heard others in the Revanchists talking about the three. They had all come to the Order at the same time, trained together as younglings and padawans. The two of them had been with Revan since he'd been four and Malak and Darious about three.
The sound of someone approaching drew Meetra from her thoughts. She sensed it was Bastila and Carth. The admiral had his normal guard around him for when he left the ship.
"I wasn't aware you'd be joining us, Admiral Onasi," Meetra said in way of greeting to Carth.
"I won't be," Carth informed her. "I have business with a friend on the station, but I'd like the two of you to take a few of my men with you." He gestured for a few of the guard to step forward.
Business on the station? Meetra pushed the question down. Whatever Carth did was his business. Though, she sensed it had something to do with what had happened yesterday with Revan.
"Very well, Admiral." Meetra bowed her head to Carth. She turned to Bastila. There was something different about the other woman, but Meetra decided not to pry into it. It wasn't her business any more than what Carth was doing today. "Ready?"
"When you are," Bastila stated.
Meetra lead the way off the Sojourn and back onto the Citadel Station. Carth left them and headed through the streets in the general direction of Alan's Diner. Meetra turned her and Bastila's direction towards where they could find Jasper or Darious.
Silence pressed down on the two of them and the few republic soldiers who followed them. Finally, Meetra's need to know how her old master was doing overcame her hesitance in speaking with the younger woman, "How is he doing?"
"Von?" Bastila checked, using Revan's false name.
"Yes."
"Fine," Bastila replied though the word felt more than a little forced.
"Really?" Meetra pressed. "I'm rather worried about him," Meetra confessed.
"It's—"
"Bastila, I'm not worried about him in the way you think," Meetra continued. "He was my master, a teacher to me during the Mandalorian Wars. I view him as nothing more and respect him and his judgement.
"Since we started this, I felt as if he's just pulling back from what he can to do, hiding rather than taking charge like the person I followed and respected above all others."
Bastila looked away. "He," she started, "is struggling with a lot right now. I'm also rather worried, but he doesn't want me to worry about him." She met Meetra's gaze. "Nor would he want you to. He can handle it."
Meetra bowed her head. "All right." There was no pressing the issue. If Revan didn't want Bastila's help, he most definitely wouldn't want hers.
They entered part of the restoration project here on the station. A familiar feeling of a Force sensitive washed over Meetra. It wasn't just someone who had yet to be trained but rather one who was trying to hide. The presences felt familiar.
Meetra moved through the crowd of workers who were eating breakfast before their shift. Most parted, letting Meetra and Bastila pass. Whispers followed them given the fact both of them wore the traditional robes of the Jedi Order.
A familiar lanky form came into view. His curly, sandy hair was tangled, and he wore a baggy poncho which would have hidden his lightsaber from sight. He was far older than Meetra remembered him being. But it was him.
"Jasper," Meetra let the name out as a breath of relief.
The man stiffened. He turned and gaped. "Meetra?" Jasper stood. "I don't believe it. What are you doing back here?"
"Looking for you and Darious," Meetra told him. She clasped his hand with hers. "It's good to see you again."
Jasper laughed, eyes shining. "And you. I didn't think I'd ever see you again."
"Where is Darious?" Bastila asked as she stepped up.
Jasper blinked and frowned. "Aren't you Bastila Shan?"
"I am. And you must be Jasper Kane."
"Darious is, well, he's not far. He was getting us something to eat."
Sure enough Meetra sensed Darious approaching them. Or she assumed it was him. It felt like him. She turned.
Darious stood about average height, his dark brown hair worn shorter than she remembered it being and face shaven. His dark eyes narrowed. "Meetra, Bastila." The Jedi Master bowed his head to them. "I knew it was only a matter of time before the two of you found us." He gestured from them to follow. "Come."
Darious led them out of the restoration project to a place where they could talk with little chance of being overheard.
It was good to see Darious and Jasper again, even if the events of the purge had changed both of them from the two Meetra remembered from the war. Granted, the two of them had left before everything had started to change too much.
"I felt Revan reach out with the Force. I take it you have a count of how many of us remain," Darious started.
Meetra nodded.
"You felt him and didn't come to find us?" Bastila asked.
"I felt it wasn't time to join just yet." Darious only glanced at Bastila before returning his gaze to Meetra.
"There are only five us who survived the purge according to Revan," Meetra informed Darious.
"I see." Darious closed his eyes. The news seemed to strike him like a physical blow. "It's that bad then?" He took a deep breath.
"Master?" Jasper started but Darious lifted his head.
"I had felt many pass through the Force, but I confess I've never been as sensitive to the living Force as Revan." Darious looked at them. "What does Revan plan to do?"
Meetra shifted. "He," she almost choked on the word, "he isn't the one making the plans. Not after yesterday. I kept trying to get him to do so, but he's refusing to step up."
"I see." Darious frowned. "I assume you see him as the best option to lead the new Order?"
"I do, Master Darious," Meetra kept his tone polite, knowing she was speaking with the last master. "What do you believe?"
"I agree," Darious stated with a knowing smile. "His presence isn't threatening, and I know him well enough to know even without his full memory, Revan will be able to pull the Order back from where we now titter on the edge of existence." He looked between Meetra and Bastila. "Besides, out of the five of us, Revan is the oldest. This makes him the leader of the Order by default, even if we plan on changing the ways of the old Order to survive."
Meetra let out a breath. Hearing him say all of this, helped her understand why the Order had been reluctant to make him a master. In the same moment, he was the kind of master they needed to lead the Order into the future. Someone who both respected tradition but saw there were changes which could be made to better the Order.
"Speaking of which," – Darious's eyes softened as he smiled at Bastila – "I believe congratulations are in order to both you and Revan."
Red creeped over Bastila's face.
It clicked to why Bastila had felt off this morning. Meetra grinned. "Does Revan know?"
"Not to my knowledge," Bastila admitted.
Meetra laughed. "And knowing how distracted he's been, he might just need you to state it bluntly."
"I had to with Vaner as well." Bastila let out a breath. "I was hoping for once he wouldn't have his mind on something else."
"The likelihood of that ever happening, is very slim." Darious laughed. "Even when we were younglings, he was always thinking, always planning." Darious's smile widened. "Unfortunately, when married to a genus like Revan, you have to be blunt sometimes. Why else do you think he and Alek got along as well as they did?"
"Alek?" Bastila asked.
"Ah, yes, you wouldn't know. Alek was Malak's real name."
"We should head back." Meetra looked at Darious and Jasper. "You two can contact who you're working for from the Sojourn. There is much we have to do to get the Order up and running."
"Agreed." Darious bowed his head.
The group started back to the Sojourn. There was still a good few hours before the midday meal. This meant Revan would still be training the padawans.
While the group walked, Meetra caught Darious up on everything going on in the new Order, including what Revan had advised about going about training the five current padawans.
"This is stupid!"
Crash – the sound of metal smashing into metal resounded from the room where Revan was training the padawans.
"Or smashing it works too," Revan stated with a small breath.
"Meetra already taught us the basics of combat. We don't need you to reteach us." It sounded like Atton.
"Then it is a good thing I wasn't trying to teach you just the basics of combat, Atton." There was a patience to Revan's voice. "There are times when a Jedi can't rely on their eyes and thus the Force must become your sight."
Meetra entered the room with Darious, Bastila, and Jasper not too far behind her. This drew all the padawans' attention from Revan to them.
Revan moved away from the five padawans to join them.
"Sounds like you're making progress," Meetra laughed.
Revan huffed a little. "I did expect Atton to be a little more reluctant to the idea of blocking off his sight, but he has the greatest potential out of the group for being able to see with the Force." He smiled. "Outside of Visas." Revan turned his gaze on Darious.
The two men stood, eyes locked. There was a sense of unease from Revan and Meetra could almost feel her old master's regret over what happened during the Mandalorian Wars.
"It's good to see you again," Darious broke the silence.
"About the war," Revan started, "you were right."
"It doesn't matter who was right anymore." Darious glanced at the five padawans. "I agree with Revan's idea of training those who wish to follow the same discipline as us. There isn't enough which remains after the purge and thus all knowledge of the Order is coming from the five of us."
"You should pick your padawan first then," Bastila told Darious, "if Jasper agrees that is. Given you are the oldest of the three sentinels, it only seems right."
Darious nodded before he turned to the five padawans.
Meetra fell in beside Bastila which placed Revan in the very center of the line of the remaining Jedi. Darious and Jasper stood on Revan's other side.
Her heart sank. This meant she wouldn't get to train either Mical or Atton. Her gaze lingered on Mical before flicking to Atton and back.
All five of the padawans had been watching them.
"Which of you wish to train as sentinels?" Darious asked.
Mira, Atton, and Visas stepped forward.
Darious moved so he stood before the three of them. His gaze moved between them. It was clear he was using the Force feel out the three of them. He moved to stand before Atton.
"What's your name?" Darious asked.
"Atton Rand," Atton replied in a terse tone. His gaze flickered to Meetra.
She gave him what she hoped to be an encouraging smile.
"I will train you, then, Atton."
Atton shot a glare towards Mical.
"I wouldn't be jealous," Darious informed his new padawan. "Mical's master has already been chosen for him as well."
Darious stepped to the side, gesturing for Atton to follow him.
Jasper chose Visas as a padawan which left Bastila with Mira. The four of them moved to join Darious.
Meetra moved over to Bao-Dur. "I'll be continuing your training, Bao."
"Thank you, general."
"You're not a soldier anymore, but a padawan. Keep that in mind." She gave him a small smile even as she sensed Revan step up to Mical. Her heart flickered.
"I hope you're not too disappointed in getting an ex-Sith as a master," Revan teased, though there was a weight to his voice.
"Not at all. I look forward from learning from you, Master Revan." Mical bowed his head, voice polite. Disappointment flickered through him, apparent to Meetra through the Force. She could feel his eyes on her.
Meetra moved over to the other "masters" of the new Order, Revan only a step behind. They had told their padawans to wait for their first lessons until another matter had been settled. She could sense them on the other side of the room now.
"Now we have that matter settled," Meetra started, "what do you think should be done given we don't have a High Council?" Her eyes were locked on Darious.
"Revan, are you certain you didn't sense any others who survived the purge?" Darious asked.
"There could be some who are hiding from my sight," Revan admitted.
Meetra looked at Darious who looked amused by this statement. She couldn't blame him, it would take a great deal of training to avoid Revan's Force sight and awareness. Only those on the Jedi High Council would have had been able to do so before their deaths.
"Given there are only five us left, we will have to be the council," Darious stated what Meetra had been saying from the beginning. "It only follows given every other master is dead outside of myself." His gaze locked on Revan and Bastila. "It doesn't matter one of you is a redeemed Sith apprentice and the other a redeemed Sith Lord."
Revan gave a small laugh. "You can't be serious. I've already caused problems for just being a part of the Order, Darious. If I am, by default I become the grand master. Or am I mistaken in remembering being a year older than you?"
"No, you're right, you are older than me," Darious stated. "But you—"
"No," Revan spoke the one word with such convection it made a shiver race through Meetra. "I'm not going to be apart of the council." With that Revan strode from the room.
"Revan!" Darious called after him.
Meetra raced after Revan, but when she entered the hall it was to see he had gone. This was going to be the first major hurtle the Order had to face, convincing Revan he could lead without having a drawback from the Republic. For him to just regain his confidence as a leader.
(Author's note: Yes, Bastila is pregnant. A lot of this chapter is setting the stage (so to speak) for going forward in the story. Also, Bastila never heard Malak's real name in the video games and I doubt Revan speaks very openly about his feelings over the events which happened between him and Malak/ Alek.)
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