Sighta followed her mother into the cantina. Drunken laughter mixed with the bland cantina music. A small breath escaped her even as she resisted curling her lip against the pungent smell. A mix of vile and alcohol filled the air.

Gross.

Sight slid into the seat across from her mother. It was the only empty booth in the crowded space. "That was a complete waste of time," Sighta groaned. Without knowing her father's first name, there was no way to find him. "Are you certain he didn't have a first name or a surname?"

"I am."

"How can you be?" Sighta demanded. "Everyone has a name."

Jeri looked away. "Your father was born a slave. From what he told me, the only name he had been given after he was freed to become a sith was Inlustris and it was a name he chose himself."

Well, that was just great. No surname, no first name. Outside of him actually being alive and the plans for the reformation of the empire he had left behind, there was nothing Sighta even knew about her father.

Her mother had lied about his death. What else had she kept from Sighta? The fact she had brothers.

A small breath escaped Sighta. She straightened. "Why did you lie about my father dying and the fact I had brothers?"

"Everyone in the empire believed he had died in the wilds," her mother explained. "I didn't want you to think he had left you."

Sighta snorted. "So, you lied instead."

"I wanted you to know him as I had. He was a good man who saw the empire could be so much more than it was."

"But he was a coward. He left after making plans for the reformation of the empire." And those plans had been anything but small. There was great detail behind each, enough space if something had gone wrong Inlustris wouldn't have been backed into a corner. Sighta had spent years studying them, learning every angle of his plans so she could use them in place of her then late father.

The only reason she had been caught, hadn't been because of the plans her father had left behind. It had been her own eagerness and desire to see the slaves freed from that filth of a darth. Yet, given the eyes on her for the fact she was rising to a darth soon, she had been caught and her secret revealed. This darth would see to it, Sighta would lay in a pool of her own blood than ever become a darth. Thus the reason she had been forced to flee the empire.

In Inlustris's plans he had stated once eyes were on him for the title of darth he would play the part of a true sith lord to avoid drawing unwanted attention to his actions. He would figure out the weaknesses of those watching him and how best to act then upon the plan to continue forward.

Sighta's hand balled into a fist. She scowled. She was such an idiot. Everything she had added to her father's plans had gone her way, better than his original. Perhaps if she had for once just followed the written plan… No. It wasn't her failing. It was her father's. He was the one who had left her an impossible task. He was the one who had fled the empire.

"We should renew our focus on Revan instead, he, at least, has a name."

"Sighta, the emperor stated Revan was killed."

Sighta huffed. "Then why do all the reports from the past ten years say otherwise from the Republic."

"He," Jeri looked away from her. "There is no telling if he would be easier to find than your father."

There was the republic ship. Yet – Sighta closed her eyes. The ship was well guarded. She had seen as much on their way to the cantina. Whoever's it was, they were important, high ranked. It would take a great deal of planning to sneak onboard.

"You said he took my brothers with him," Sighta stated.

"Yes."

Perhaps they could track down a lead through her brothers. "You stated my twin was weaker than me, can you tell me more about them and why father wanted to take them?"

"It," Jeri started. She took a deep breath. "When I first met Inlustris, I admit to being taken with him. I admired his ideals, but I wanted him to see my own as well. To understand why I was loyal to the empire above all else. When your older brother was born, I had high hopes he would be able to join the ranks of the Sith and work alongside his father for the betterment of the empire."

"But he wasn't force sensitive?"

"No." Jeri closed her eyes. "I was devastated to learn this. It was then I noticed Inlustris was happy, relieved even our son would never be sith. I wanted to know why.

"His only response was it was safer to grow up without the force. With the choice before our son on what he could be within the empire. He could walk his own path and decide who and what he wanted to be."

Sighta raised her brows. This didn't seem like a plan her mother would have settled for. The choice could have harmed the future of the empire instead of "bettering" it. It was a shock her mother had chosen Sighta over her loyalty to the empire when Sighta had screwed up in the end. Though, perhaps it wasn't. Her mother did love her.

"I decided your brother should become a soldier and started to train him."

"How old was he?"

"Four."

Sighta frowned. "Isn't that a little young?"

"Not at all, but your father thought it was and was furious at me for it. I don't believe I'd ever seen him so mad before then as he was then. All that stopped him was the knowledge I was already expecting you and your twin brother."

"He would have killed you?" This didn't seem right.

Jeri gave a hallow laugh. "No. I believe he would have left with your brother there and then." Jeri smiled. "Not everything was bad between us."

"Obviously," Sighta muttered. "Or you would never have become pregnant again."

Jeri coughed. A slight flush to her cheeks. "A little later, you and your brother were born. Your younger twin was very ill when he was born. So much so I believed he wouldn't make it. He was still very weak when he first used the force. You weren't far behind him, using it a few days later. I was thrilled. You could train as a sith and aid your father in reforming the empire I loved."

"But not my twin?" If he was still weak, it would make sense.

"He never recovered fully from the illness in the few months after his birth," Jeri explained. "He was still so fragile he caught just about very illness going around at the time and he was smaller than you, unable to gain weight." Jeri let out a small, pained breath.

No matter the way her mother spoke of Sighta's twin, it was clear she still cared about him.

"I wanted nothing more than to have both of you join the sith ranks, but I knew he would never survive the training. I told Inlustris my plans for the two of you, even your brother despite the fact he was far from healthy and strong. I woke that night to find Inlustris packing what little he owned, your older brother was helping him. You and your twin weren't far." Jeri's eyes fell to the table, hands clenched. "I demanded to know what he was doing.

"He told me he was taking the children and leaving the empire. He wanted me to join them so we could be a real family, without the fear of what the dark council and emperor would do to us upon learning what we had done.

"I refused. Telling he was being a coward, we had plans, so many plans. Inlustris stated he wasn't being a coward. He was deciding his own fate and following what he wished for the most in the galaxy, to have a family. He lifted your brother and told our son, our oldest child to get you. I moved and took hold of you, shouting he wouldn't have you as well. I told our oldest to stay, but he just looked at me and shifted."

"He didn't stay though." Sighta looked at her mother. What would it have been like to grow up with her older brother around, to have another imperial guard in the family? It would have made moving easier. Perhaps she wouldn't have been caught with two sets of eyes at her side instead of one.

Jeri shook her head. Her voice soft as she continued, "He stated he didn't like fighting. He didn't want to join the guard. He left with Inlustris and your twin before I could find my voice over the matter."

Jeri took a deep shuddering breath. "In the morning, I was informed Inlustris had perished in the wilds. I went to investigate. All I found was his lightsaber, the crystal missing, the shredded outer layer of his robes and some blood which matched his. It was enough for many to believe he had died. I knew otherwise.

"There were no signs of your brothers, especially your twin. A smaller freighter was missing from the hanger bays. I suspected Inlustris had taken it and fled Imperial space." Jeri met her gaze. "I always thought telling you your father died was for the best. The empire believed he had after all."

Sighta leaned back in her seat. She sensed several people enter the cantina. Her gaze flickered away from her mother. Her heart froze. Three Jedi strode into the cantina. The middle one glanced around before speaking to the two who had followed him in.

"I knew you, my perfect little girl, could do what your father abandoned. You had the strength to go forward with our plans and change the empire for the better." A small smile flickered on Jeri's face. Her eyes soft as she looked at Sighta. "Perhaps now Inlustris will see I was right and will go with us the empire. Even if we must now act from the shadows.

Was it true? Inlustris might have had the right idea.

Her heart flickered with warmth at the thought of having been raised without the pressure to seceded. Without the worries of filling her father's place in the plans he had left behind.

A small snort escaped her.

No.

Jeri was right. Inlustris was a coward for leaving. If he had stayed everything would have turned out for the better. What did it matter if her twin was weaker than her? He deserved the fate which would have awaited him among the Sith. There was no point in protecting him if it had met the plan would fail.

"What were my brothers' names? Perhaps we can find them and use them to further the plan," Sighta suggested.

Jeri opened her mouth. A scowl pulled at her face a heartbeat later. "Can we help you?" her tone harshened.

Sighta looked up to see one of the Jedi now stood before their table.

x – Darious – x

"Odd," Revan's voice came over the communicator. It was just about the middle of the day. Darious had contacted Revan upon tracking down a matter with the security force.

"Do you believe this could be the disturbance you felt?" Darious glanced at Commander Darrell Varnon and his second Mark Kane. The two were watching him.

"Even if it isn't, it warrants investigation. There are no others in Republic files outside of the senator's family with the surname Tarvon," Revan pointed out. "Whoever these two women are, they would have had to hack into Republic records to place their identities in and make themselves legal."

There was a short pause. Darious could just make out voices calling to Revan in the background.

"Aid the security force in this matter."

"Understood." The conversation closed. Darious turned his attention back to the commander and his second. "The order will be happy to aid you in this matter, Commander Varnon."

A breath escaped Darrell. "Thank you, Master Jedi." He turned and lifted a datapad. "My men followed them from the time they left here. They're heading for one of the cantinas."

Darious nodded.

"I would like to join the three of you."

"Thank you, commander."

Darrell lead the way out of the security center. The cantina was situated close to a shop. This time of day there should have been little traffic, but given the station operated on shifts, the cantina was still packed with the night shift. Most, Darious assumed, would have the next day off or would rather go to work hungover.

Cheers erupted from the swoop spectators. The noise was punctuated by soft groans. It was the main room of the cantina which drew Darious's attention. Soft mutters followed him, Atton, and Mical as they passed through the crowd.

Darious paused in the main room. "Circle around the edge of the room," he instructed the two padawans. "If I signal, only then come to aid me and the commander. If the two try to leave, stop them." He tilted his head towards the two women seated in the sea of cantina goers.

"Right," Atton muttered.

"Understood." Mical started off around one side of the room.

Atton took the other path.

"Do you believe this will turn violent?" Darrell asked.

"It never hurts to be prepared for anything." Darious took the lead this time. His gaze skimmed the two women. Both had dark hair. Though in the case of one it was more gray than black now. The younger of the two, and he used the term loosely as she was about his age, was trained the force. She was attempting to conceal herself, with little effect. Granted, Darious was used to trying to detect Revan. Few had spent as much time as Revan had with learning to conceal their Force sensitivity. Especially when he had wanted to go undetected during the Jedi Civil War.

The older woman scowled at Darious. "What do you want?"

"If you would be so kind to let my companion and myself join you. I fear everywhere else is full." Darious gave the women a soft smile.

The older woman blinked. "Of course not." She gestured to the chair.

"I mind," growled the younger. Her blue eyes narrowed.

Darious slipped into the seat despite her harsh tone.

"What do you want, Jedi?"

The older woman stiffened, eyes so much like the other woman's it was clear they were related, widened.

"And no lies." The younger leaned closer to Darious.

A small smile flickered over Darious lips. "Tarvon, quite the interesting choice in surname."

"It wasn't a choice. It's my surname." The older woman frowned.

"Ah," – Darious was no Revan, but he could somewhat compare to his old friend – "there in lies the problem. None of our records, until this day, list more than ten Tarvons."

"You were watching for the surname," the younger snorted. "Why? That seems excessive."

Darrell stepped forward. "Excessive," the word hissed from him. "We take the security of our senator seriously!" Darrell glanced at Darious. "As well as the security of the New Order's grand master."

Oh, yes, Darious could just picture the security team attempting to protect Revan. He would never like such a matter. Jedi, as far as Revan was concerned, were the ones to do the protecting. Not the ones to be protected.

"Senator? Grand master?" the older woman frowned. From the falsified record Darious had seen, her name was Jeri. The younger woman was Sighta. This was assuming theses were their real names.

"From what I've heard, the Jedi Order is gone," Sighta smirked. "Thus, you don't have any real authority."

"You're right. I don't." Darious smiled.

Sighta's eyes glittered.

"But he does." Darious gestured to Darrell. "And given I was requested to join him on this matter," Darious let the sentence hang.

Her smile melted away.

"Please, what are the names of the senator and grand master?" Jeri asked, face flushed. Her eyes glittered as she looked at Darious.

Sighta glanced away from Darious. "Justin is the senator but I don't have a clue who this grand master is. It was odd there were Tarvons already here."

Jeri's eyes widened. A smile spread across her face. "Take me to him," she demanded, eyes locked on Darious.

"No." Darrell stepped forward. "Do you really think we'd let someone we didn't know close to the senator?" His hand twitched towards his blaster pistol.

Sighta leapt to her feet. Her right arm stiffened.

Darious was heartbeat behind her. He took hold of her arm. A hard device was wrapped around the arm.

"Sighta!" Jeri called the other woman off, giving the slightest shake of her head.

Sighta stopped struggling. She spat at Darious, eyes narrowed.

Darrell relaxed. "You're under arrest." He moved in.

Darious cast a look at Jeri.

The woman hadn't moved. Her gaze glazed. "Justin?" the name fell from her as a breath.

Odd.

This was a matter to bring before Revan, the rest of the council, and the senator.

(Author's note: I took a lot of inspiration for Inlustris's backstory from the backstory of the Sith Inquisitor. But I also wanted it to be his own story in the same instance.

I sort of picture Revan and Jeri as being very similar to one another. Just Jeri isn't to the point of all else like Revan is. What I mean here, is Revan is fiercely loyal to the Republic. He went to war for the sake of the Republic during the Mandalorian Wars. The Jedi Civil War (as stated by Mical) was Revan's way of trying to make sure it didn't fall to the Sith empire. He was weeding out those seen as corrupt or those who were weakening it. It was Malak who was just destroying everything. Jeri isn't as extreme. She learned to value her daughter far more than her loyalty to the empire (plus being branded a traitor beside Sighta helped there). Revan, in the really bad novel Revan, did leave his wife to track down a threat he didn't even fully recall to the Republic. And because he wanted to remember (still not a valid reason, Rev). I've always liked the idea of Revan doing everything to keep the Republic or more over it's people standing even if he had to conquer it to do so.)