"Father," Rana's protest rang in Alan's ears.

Alan pressed his lips together and swallowed back his own protests. Alvar was right, this could end up being one of the few chances he and Justin got to talk business.

"Rana," Justin started, "this isn't a matter which should be discussed with your siblings and Sasha." Justin placed his hand on his daughter's shoulder.

"But—"

"Do you really want us to talk politics with your brother and sisters in the room?"

"No," the word fell from her as a breath. Her gaze flickered over to Alvar.

Alvar hadn't moved, his gaze remained on all of them not focusing one longer than the other unless it had been when he was addressing one of them. His hands were folded before him on the table, expression unreadable. The difference between Alvar and Justin was clear with just one glance. Justin was good at politics, but when Alan looked into his youngest's eyes there was levelness there Justin didn't have. It was as if Alvar had thought several steps in advanced and knew how to manipulate the situation to his advantage.

A shiver raced through Alan. No matter how light Alvar's tone was, no matter what words came from his mouth, teasing or serious, it was all to place a plan into motion as if these talks were nothing more than another battlefield to him.

Though, this would make sense given all the reports from the front during the Mandalorian Wars and early Jedi Civil War. It had been, after all, Revan who had dealt with the politics surrounding the Revanchist Movement and later him who had lead their forces to victory after victory against the Mandalorians. He who had pinned down their forces and was slowly but surely winning the war against the Republic during the Jedi Civil War.

"But, this is still the first time I've met Uncle Alvar and you haven't seen him in years, father. Shouldn't we try to get to know one another rather than discuss politics?" Rana reasoned.

Justin looked away from his daughter, his gaze slid over to Alvar.

There had to be away Justin and Alvar could still discuss what needed to be discussed and have them still get to know his youngest. Alan smiled. There was one.

"Perhaps, tomorrow we could all get together?" Alan suggested. His heart fluttered as he looked at Alvar. "It would provide the chance for me to get know my grandson further as well as my daughter-in-law."

Alvar's eyes narrowed before his expression blanked. It was an odd reaction; one Alan didn't have clue the meaning of.

"I'll have to discuss it with Bastila first," he stated, voice even. Too even. "But I see no issue."

A shiver raced through Alan. His heart leapt. There was no telling if Alvar would refuse or not. Perhaps his wife would. There was something in the evenness of Alvar's tone which pointed to him really needing to speak with his wife over the matter.

"That's agreeable," Justin consented in Alan's place.

"Father," Rana started.

Justin lifted his hand. "That's enough, Rana. I understand this is your first time meeting your uncle and I've not seen him since he was four, but there are matters we need to discuss while away from the rest of the family. It is better to do so now."

"Fine." Rana looked away from Justin. Her eyes narrowed and scowl on her face.

"From what I have been able to deduce about the other senators, there aren't many who would be willing to support the Jedi," Alvar started, turning the subject to politics. He had waited only a heartbeat before starting to speak.

Alan frowned. It was as if he had guessed the subject of family was tabled until later. Alvar's shoulders had relaxed despite looking composed. This was more his element than when they had been arguing about this being a family meeting rather than a political one.

Justin shifted a little in seat. "You are right there are few senators who would be willing to support a new Jedi Order. The events of the Civil War are still fresh."

"Understandable." Alvar's lips twitched into a slight frown. His gaze flickered away from Justin before locking gazes once more. "What is it you seek to gain from the council and order once the Order is reestablished?" Alvar asked.

"No matter what's happened in the past six years, the Senate, no the Republic, has always relied on the Jedi Order. Crime rate has increased across the galaxy and especially in the Republic since the Jedi were destroyed."

"The senate has done little to prevent some of this crime," Alvar pointed out. "The bounty on Jedi, for instance." He smiled. "However, I am willing to discuss a changed relationship with the senate if they are willing to hear it."

"Such as?" Justin was now frowning.

"Much of the past few years can be traced back to the actions the Order took during the start of the Mandalorian Wars," Alvar started. "I am not saying the Order was completely at fault. I realize the mistakes I made during the war as well. However, the Order refused to aid the Republic and as a result couldn't risk giving full support to a 'rogue' group of Jedi."

"You."

Alvar bowed his head. "The point is, the Order, no matter the numbers we maybe at, can't risk just sitting back and doing nothing while the Republic suffers. This is the role the Council wishes to take with the new Order."

"Won't that risk the few Jedi the Order has?" Rana broke in.

Alvar turned his gaze on her. "It will risk a few, however, the in action caused by the Order during one war set into motion a chain of events which has led the Jedi to being in the state right now."

"But, Revan," Rana started to protest.

Alvar held up his hand to stop her. "I understand my role in these events as well."

Rana flushed.

"I would like to meet with the senate as soon as possible." Another smile flickered over Alvar's features. "Though, admittedly it will have to wait until I have my identity back."

"And you would like the support of Telos during this meeting?"

"I would."

Justin frowned.

"What of Telos?" Alan broke in as well. While it wasn't his place to interrupt with these talks.

"Telos was affected by the Civil War," Alvar started. "Once our numbers are a little more stable, I will bring before the council a proposal to aid all the worlds affected both by the Jedi Civil War," his voice took on a note of bitterness dispect his expression remaining calm, "the Mandalorian Wars, and the most resent battle which took place between Meetra and a group of Sith. She has already seen to it much of the damaged caused by that war was corrected."

"So, you plan to help the Republic still relies on the number of Jedi there are?" Justin let out a small breath.

"Telos will receive what aid we can give while we are here. I will speak with Darious or Jasper who were working for the restoration project until recently if one of them would like to stay on and see to matters here."

Justin blinked.

"It would only be right to act to aid Telos given you're planning on supporting the Jedi," Alvar stated.

A soft smile appeared on Justin's face. The conversation turned more political when Rana whispered, "Grandfather?"

"Hmm." Alan tore his attention from the talks to his granddaughter. She had moved during the conversation, so she was seated by him instead of her father. "Are we really going to table family talk until tomorrow?"

Alan bowed his head. An ache settled into his heart. He would give the galaxy to get to know his youngest. Yet, Alvar seemed far less interested in the topic of family than they did. Given what little was really known about Revan, it followed Alvar would be reluctant to share information about himself. Coupled with the fact he apparently was missing over twenty years of memory.

"Do you think he will try to get out of tomorrow's reunion?" Rana's voice was hushed. Alan could only just hear her over his two sons' political conversation.

His heart fluttered. Skip out on the reunion? Alan took a deep breath. It did seem like something Alvar might do. A man who wasn't already willing to talk about himself might not be open to meeting with them tomorrow or would make an excuse to blow them off.

"I'll see to it he comes," Alan whispered, looking at Alvar out of the corner of his eye. If there was one thing he had learned over the years, it was family mattered. There was nothing which could ground one or uproot them quite like family. Not even the Force itself could compare.

"How?"

The door into the room hissed open. Another man entered. "I brought the information you requested, master." The younger man held out two datapads to Alvar.

"Thank you, Mical." Alvar gestured for the man to take a seat.

He did so, turning his gaze on them. "It's a pleasure you meet you, Senator Tarvon." He bowed his head. The thin braid slipped form behind his ear at the movement.

The conversation continued on with a little more pace than before. Alan barely listened. There was a chance Admiral Onasi might let him stay aboard the ship for the night. If not, then perhaps Alan could convince the man by aiding in the cooking of dinner and breakfast in order to gain his trust to let Alan stay the night here.

Rana was right. There was no telling if Alvar would try to wiggle out of meeting all of his family tomorrow. The only way to ensure he didn't was to speak with Bastila himself. Perhaps the two of them together would be able to pull Alvar into the meeting tomorrow. Even then, there was a chance Bastila wouldn't be willing to aid Alan in this endeavor. After all Alan had pulled a blaster on her husband just yesterday. While she had seemed to warm up to him a little during the brief meeting with him, he didn't know how she viewed him. Let alone if she really did trust Alan to be with her son or it was more just leaving him in the hands of Carth rather than wanting Alan to get to know Vaner.

"That should be enough to get started," Justin's words drew Alan from his thoughts.

Alvar bowed his head. "Agreed."

Justin stood. It was a clear sign he wanted to get home and inform the rest of the family on what had happened here today. Alan used the table and his cane to pull himself to his feet. His heart flickered as he looked at his youngest and his padawan.

Alan nodded. "See you tomorrow?"

Alvar gave the slightest bow of his head. It was enough to know there was a still a chance Alvar would try to wiggle out of the meeting tomorrow. This couldn't be allowed to happen.

Justin and Rana left the room.

Alan kept his eyes on Alvar. He took a deep breath and followed his eldest from the room.

"These are the temples I visited while working under the admiral," Mical started to speak when Alan reached the door.

"Not many," Alvar muttered, his eyes no doubt on a datapad. "I'll see if one of the other masters is willing to take their padawan and continue the work Carth set you."

The door closed behind Alan cutting off whatever reply Mical had or continuation Alvar was thinking on. Alan paused outside of the room.

"Father?" Justin frowned as he stopped walking and looked back. "Is something wrong?"

"No," Alan assured him. "I would like to speak with Admiral Onasi." Alan met Justin's gaze. It wasn't hard to see his son as a child once more, needing protection from a life Alan had once led now long since forgotten. "If at all possible I would like to stay here tonight and make certain Alvar can find you apartments."

"I don't think that's a good idea," Justin started.

Alan lifted his hand.

A small breath escaped Justin. "Father, I doubt Alvar will skip out on the meeting tomorrow."

"Really?" Rana glared at her father. "He didn't seem too willing to talk about himself today. Why would it be different tomorrow?" She squared her shoulders. "I'll stay with grandpa, if that's what you're worried about, dad."

"All right," Justin agreed. His gaze glittered as he looked at both of them. "Just promise you'll be careful."

"We're on a Republic military ship," Alan pointed out.

Justin gave a small laugh. "Fair point." He nodded. "I'll see you two tomorrow then." He hesitated, gaze lingering on Alan before he started off.

A small breath escaped Alan. Justin had become overprotective him after the bombing of Telos and Alan had lost his leg. Just because Alan had never fully recovered or regained all the use of his leg even with the mechanical limb, didn't make him helpless. His lips twitched into a smile. Though, he could understand where Justin was coming from. Losing any family member was a daunting thought. Alan had no desire to go through such feelings of loss and helplessness again when it came to Alvar.

It didn't take them long to find Carth.

Onasi frowned. "So you want to stay on my ship for one night?"

"Yes." Rana nodded.

"We asked Alvar," Alan took a deep breath and corrected, "Revan to come over tomorrow."

"And you think he would try to get out of it?" Carth laughed. "That sounds like Revan." He grinned. "All right. I'll let you stay tonight. Even in the quarters close to Revan and Bastila. That way he has no chance of sneaking away."

"Would he?" Rana asked.

Carth shrugged. "I can never tell what Revan will do."

Tension eased from Alan. They could be allowed to stay the night. There was no way he would let Alvar wiggle out of the meeting tomorrow.

x – Revan – x

Revan and Mical entered the mess hall together. The two of them separated as Mical went to join the other padawans at their table for dinner. Revan hesitated before he headed to where Bastila sat with the other masters and their son. Two table had been placed together, yet it was barely half full. There was no sign of Mission or Zaalbar. Revan had to assume Mission wanted to keep working on the droids and Zaalbar had taken her dinner.

"How did the meeting with Senator Tarvon go?" Meetra asked as Revan settled himself on the other side of Vaner.

"Well enough," Revan replied.

"That could mean it's a 'maybe' on if we got his support or not," Darious pointed out. His gaze locked onto Revan from where he sat across the table.

"We are getting his support." Revan frowned at his food. "On the condition we do aid Telos which is fair enough."

Revan looked at his wife out of the corner of his eye. There was not telling how she was feeling after the council meeting. She had made no move to speak with him when he joined them.

Bastila nodded. "It only follows given the damage the world took during the Civil War. Are we going to stay here for the time being then?" Her gaze flickered to him before going to Vaner.

"A week while we search out any Force sensitives here," Revan informed the council. "As well as strength the senator's trust in the Jedi. We will need to split up afterwards."

"Split up?" Jasper blinked. "Isn't that risky given there are so few of us and we will be coming out into the open."

Revan sensed Alan and Rana enter the mess hall. It appeared the two of them didn't trust him to keep his word on going to the family reunion tomorrow. Or they really just wanted to pester him until he broke down and shared his life story.

"This does hold risks, but it is only the option if we wish to grow our ranks quickly." Revan met Jasper's gaze. "As such I would like you and Visa to remain on Telos and aid where the two of you can with the restoration project."

Jasper hesitated.

"Meetra, I would like you and Bao-Dur to remain here with them. We might," Revan cut off as he sensed Alan and Rana coming towards the tables through the crowded mess hall. He suppressed the urge to groan.

It appeared the pestering him option was the one the two were intent of following.

"Rev?" Jasper frowned.

Alan stopped at the table Rana a pace behind. "Would you mind if we joined you?"

Darious gave them a warm smile. "Not at all." He gestured to the many empty seats at the two tables. He waited for Alan and Rana to be seated before he turned his attention back to Revan. "I assume given you want Meetra, Jasper, and their padawans to remain here you have tasks for Bastila and myself?"

There was no point in paying attention to Alan and Rana right then. "I would like you and Atton to travel to the temples Mical wasn't able to reach. There may very well be some of the lost history still within the temples. Mical will be able to provide a list of the temples he didn't visit as well as those he did. Fill the blanks for the temples the Order kept hidden from common knowledge."

Darious rubbed his chin.

There was a chance Darious would argue against this. Such a task was normally given to a consular rather than a sentinel.

"I see. You would like to head to Coruscant then to deal with the political end." Darious bowed his head. "I will do as you advise, old friend."

Revan bowed his head to hide a small breath.

"While we're searching the old temples and conclaves would you like Atton and myself to recruit those Force sensitives we run across?"

"It would be for the best." Revan glanced towards Alan to see both he and Rana were watching him closely as the man and his granddaughter ate.

It didn't matter.

Revan turned his gaze to Bastila. "If you're willing," he started, "I would like for you to take on a second padawan."

Bastila blinked. "You would? Who?"

"Dustil."

Her eyes narrowed. "You realize he's about my age, right?"

"I do," Revan gave her a soft smile, "but out of the five of us, I believe he would benefit the most from you being his master."

"Because we walked similar paths?"

Revan bowed his head. She had seen right through him. His heart fluttered.

"Very well, but only if Carth agrees to this."

"I will speak to him over the matter." Revan turned his gaze back to all of the council. "Whoever we manage to find on Telos and is willing to join the order, I will take with Mical and myself to start their apprenticeship."

"Hmm." Darious nodded. "It would be fore the best to keep them with you. Telos might not be the safest place even with our only guardian remaining here."

Meetra nodded. "It will be difficult to keep an eye on out for trouble with both apprentices and for those who are seeking to stop us from aiding Telos." Her gaze darkened. "Even with most of the exchange having been driven off world."

Vaner yawned, drawing Revan's attention from the rest of the council. It was getting rather late from the boy.

"Then it's decided." Revan stood. He lifted Vaner. He and Bastila wished the others a goodnight before heading for their quarters.

"No tired," Vaner mumbled as he rubbed his eye. "I stay and listen, daddy. Promise. No tired."

"Is that why you're falling asleep in your father's arms?" Bastila smiled at their son.

Vaner mumbled a response. His eyes closed and breathing starting to even. He was asleep before they entered their quarters.

"Bastila, about earlier," Revan started after they had tucked their son in for the night. His tone was light and low so as not to wake Vaner.

"Hush." Bastila placed a finger on his lips. "I did overreact even after knowing this is something to just accept from you."

Revan shifted. "I should have noticed." His heart twisted. He forced his gaze to remain locked with hers.

"I'm just grateful you are giving me another padawan despite being pregnant."

Revan smiled. "You were right about you being capable, my love." He wrapped her in his arms. "We can speak with Carth tomorrow."

"After meeting your family."

Revan stiffened. "How," he took a breath. "Carth told you?"

"He did right after your father and niece came to him to ask to stay on the ship for the night."

"I—"

"You're going." Bastila twisted from his hold and met his gaze. "After what happened with my mother and everything you helped me through with her, it's only fair I do the same for you even if you don't remember them."

Revan bowed his head. He had told the senator he would go if Bastila agreed. She was a agreeing.

"Very well."

A smile appeared on her face. "We should both rest before tomorrow." Her gaze turned stern. "I mean rest, Revan, not meditating and certainly not working through the night again."

Revan chuckled. "As you wish, princess," he teased.

She flushed. It was the old nickname Canderious had given her and Revan had taken to calling her long before they had first realized they liked one another.

x – Sighta – x

Rain water sprayed up over Sighta's dark boots as they slammed one after another to the metal, rain-soaked ground. Her steps were echoed by another behind her. Further behind she sensed a large group of soldiers chasing after them.

"This way." A sharp tug pulled Sighta from the main road and into an alley. She was following behind the other woman now.

This way didn't lead to the ships.

Sighta glanced behind her. There was no sight of the soldiers following them. She didn't slow, sensing they had just run passed the alley. There was no telling if they would double back or not.

The two of them continued to race down passage after passage. "We can vanish into the crowd at the port," the woman informed her.

Assuming they could make it through the wilderness which suppurated them from the port. Sighta bit back retorting this. She was a Sith and whatever creature got into her way would meet the full fury of the Force.

"I know a back route through the wilderness."

"Really?" Sighta bit back hissing the question as heat filled her until her ears rang. Now was far from the time to mention a back route. There were many times Sighta could have used such a trick in the past.

The path cut from the city through the mountains and into the port proper. Sighta pulled up her hood so as to pass as any Sith. A shiver raced through her. She shoved down the fear and thoughts tickling into her mind over what she had just attempted. If she survived this there would be time to dwell on it then.

They slipped into a ship without notice by the guards.

Sighta took the co-pilot's seat. The ship wasn't one she would have liked to fly but it would have to do. Soon the two of them were off and heading out into the space towards – she glanced at the controls.

"The Republic, really?"

"Your father headed there. If anyone knows how to vanish from the empire, it's him."

"I would rather find this Revan I've heard about. He's the only one to break the emperor's control."

"Sighta." The woman looked at her, blue eyes stern. She had removed her helmet after taking off making her grey hair and lined features visible. Her hair still held a few streaks of black, but they were few and far between. There were many who had said Sighta resembled her mother, from her blue eyes to her dark, black hair. "Your father, Lord Inlustris, believed as you do the empire could be changed for the better."

It was a familiar story. One Sighta had clung to her entire life in order to stave off the temptation of dark side. "But he died. I don't see how a dead man could help us, mother," she stated and rubbed her eyes. Anger would only push further from the path she had fought so hard to stay on.

"He's not dead. He fled the empire with your," her mother trailed off.

"My what?" Sighta frowned. Not only was her father still alive but there was yet another secret her mother was keeping from her.

"With your older brother and twin brother," her mother breathed the confession.

"What?" Sighta stared at her mother. "I – not only is Lord Inlustris alive, but I had a twin and older brother? Why didn't you tell me any of this?"

"Your older brother wasn't born a Force sensitive and your younger twin was born very weak," her mother started.

"In the Force?" Sighta found this hard to believe. After all she was considered one of the strongest lords who had been ready to join the dark council before the truth had been revealed she followed the light and not the dark. All their work wrecked because she had to free those slaves. It wasn't the fact she had attempted to free them, but she had gotten caught given more eyes were on her than normal.

"No," her mother confessed. "Physically. I knew he would never survive the training to become a Sith and follow in Inlustris's footsteps. I don't know the difference in the two of your ability in the Force. Only one day I woke to find your father taking the three of you. I managed to get to you but he took your brothers away with him and fled to the Republic."

"That sounds cowardly," Sighta stated. "He should have stayed and followed through with his plans to change the empire."

Her mother didn't respond.

Sight shrugged. "I still think finding this Jedi Revan would be wiser. We could then return to the empire and free all of those under the emperor's hold."

"No matter what we only have the fuel to head for Telos," her mother stated.

"Why Telos? We could get deeper into the Republic than just there." Sighta frowned. It made sense though. It could be the planet where father had gone to hide. Deeper in and it would be harder to explain just were he and two children had appeared from. There was no point in arguing even if Sighta knew finding the salvation for the empire rested deeper in the Republic. Inlustris would be old now. An old man wouldn't be able to aid them where Revan could.

(Author's note: After years, I finally decided to bring back my original Revan into a story. For those of you who have never read Coincidences (a Star Wars x Legend of Zelda crossover written by a good friend of mine and myself), my original Revan was female. In this story she's Sighta as she was sort of in that story as well.)