Odd.
Revan watched as Sighta paled when his name was mentioned. Then her eyes narrowed, flickering over his form.
A soft snort escaped her.
Ah, so she didn't believe Justin's words or viewed Revan in a negative light. His appearance did leave much to question. He did, after all, look as a man would who'd not slept much the past few nights.
A sharp intake drew Revan's attention from Sighta to the older woman. She hissed, light sparking as her hand touched the forcefield. "Justin and Alvar?" Her eyes widened until the whites threatened to swallow the blue of her eyes. A small laugh escaped her. Eyes shown as a sun through the darkness of space. "I should have known." Her eyes were all for Justin. "You were always the spitting image of your father."
"Pardon?" Justin frowned.
"Oy!" Reca moved to stand before Justin. "If you so much as think about laying a hand on—"
"Know your place, alien," the younger woman spat.
"What?" Reca growled, gritting her teeth.
Yes, odd indeed.
Revan turned to Darious. "You took their weapons?" he asked both his old friend and the commander.
"We did," Commander Varnon confirmed.
"I would like to see her weapon." Revan tilted his head towards Sighta.
She growled. "Touch it and you're dead, Jedi."
"Sighta!" Jeri snapped.
Commander Varnon nodded. He returned a heartbeat later with an arm device.
Revan took it.
A lightsaber was locked into the bulky device. Revan turned it over. There was a spring visible at the end of the hilt. Most likely so it can slid from the device into her hand.
"As if you'll be able to figure it out," she sneered, eyes glittering.
It appeared she viewed herself superior to Revan in every way. "You feel superior to everyone here," Revan stated, looking at her out of the corner of his eye. "Yet, you know nothing about us or our capability."
"I know plenty, Alvar." Sighta's eyes narrowed. "You were born sickly and small, weaker than me."
Revan cocked an eyebrow. "Yet, a child's state when born doesn't reflect them as an adult."
A locking mechanism wrapped around the hilt which was shorter than the average lightsaber. Yet, it was too long to be a shoto. The design itself was simple and complemented the device. The lightsaber had been built for the device and not the device for the lightsaber.
"It's the pinnacle of arrogance to walk into a room and always assume you're the strongest one there. And the surest means to capture or death on the field of battle."
There.
Revan held out one hand.
Sighta huffed. "Thanks for the lecture. As if I need anything with your weak Jedi ways.
Revan thrust the hand holding the device back and forth in a jerking motion much like one would have been done with a jerk of the arm. The lightsaber slid out into his waiting hand.
A hiss sounded from the cage. "Don't you even think it, Jedi." Her voice shuddered, eyes wide.
"Enough, Sighta," the older woman called her to order.
Revan activated the blade. Red light blazed into existence.
"Sith!" Darious's hand dropped to his lightsaber.
"But, Master Surik killed the last of them, right?" Darrell looked between Revan and Darious.
"Apparently not," Revan mused. "Now," – Revan lowered her lightsaber, letting the blade slid back into the hilt – "you two are clearly not from Republic space, where did you come from?"
"As if I'd tell you." Sighta folded her arms across her chest.
"We need to speak with your father," Jeri informed them. "Please, bring him here."
"And why would we do that?" Reca demanded.
Jeri shot a nasty look at Reca. "I wasn't asking you."
"Sith aren't accepting of other races, at least in their culture they weren't," Revan informed Reca.
Reca blinked. "Revan and Malak were," she pointed out.
"Yes, but they were raised Jedi." Darious glanced at Revan. "Most likely some of their ideals from were still there from how they were raised and trained earlier in life."
"True enough." There wasn't a point in discriminating against other races. It would have halved Revan's forces during the Jedi Civil War as it was. Besides, human or another race, none were lesser than the other.
Sighta's face lit. "Where is Revan now?"
"You're not in a position to be making demands," Revan pointed out.
"Shut up!" She spat towards him. "I wasn't asking you, weakling." Her gaze softened as she looked towards Darious. "So, where is he?"
Darious frowned. "I agree with Alvar, you're not in a position to make demands."
"And flinging insults at the grandmaster is making it less and likely to gain our trust," Justin stated.
"Humph. Grandmaster, as if." She sneered. "Jedi seem to be in the habit of placing their weakest as their leader."
Darious let out a harsh laugh. "Excuse me?"
"What do you know about Jedi?" Revan asked, keeping his tone even, soft even as if he were coaxing his son out from under the bed after a nightmare.
"Enough." Sighta glared at him.
"Not much," Jeri confessed. She shot a look towards Sighta. "Forgive my daughter. She has some preconceptions of you from me." Her eyes softened as she looked at Revan and Justin. It was a look Revan had seen on Bastila's face before. On the faces of mother's after he'd protected or returned their children to them.
There were hints in her features, pieces which looked like Revan and even a little like Justin. The narrow nose. The darkness of Revan's hair, though little remained dark for her.
"The Force has a sense of humor," Revan muttered. Great, more apparent family. "Commander," – he turned to Darrell – "would it be possible to compare my DNA with," – he looked at Jeri – "Jeri's?"
"It is," Darrell confirmed. "But why do you want to?"
"Her look is that of a mother," Revan informed them.
Justin stiffened. "Alvar, you can't be serious."
"Quite." Revan smiled. "Unless you believe we spawned out of nothing. Shall I inform Sasha and Bastila women aren't needed to have children?"
Reca snorted.
A small breath escaped Justin. "Humor him, commander." Justin rubbed his eyes.
It would explain a little though. Such as why Sighta didn't much like Revan and was ignoring Justin entirely. If she had been a normal Sith, she would still have bashed Revan, but not ignored the most powerful person in the room. If they had taken the name Tarvon on purpose, then they would have been targeting Justin.
The older woman had interest in Justin, but not to the degree, Revan would suspect her as an assassin. No, her interest lay more with Alan than Justin. A diner owner wasn't a prime target outside of his relation to Justin and Alvar. Yet, with the primer of the two there already, it wouldn't follow to inquire about Alan at all. This meant Jeri was far more interested in Alan than the two of them. They weren't nothing to her. Her expression had given this much away. Yet, they weren't adults to her either, rather the look said she saw them as children.
"During lunch, you mentioned how Sith stand out more than Jedi would when passing as civilian," Justin broke the silence.
"Hmm?" Revan returned the lightsaber to its holster.
"Well, she doesn't look like how you described a Sith."
Reca frowned. "He has a point. You stated the dark side ages a person and their eyes turn yellow."
"Only in some cases on the yellow eyes," Revan replied. "Malak's eye only dulled in color."
"But he still looked older than his thirties." Justin looked at Sighta. "She looks, well, in her forties."
"I'm standing right here," Sighta snapped.
Revan glanced at her. "More likely she's more grey than dark," Revan mused. "Though, by this, I doubt she's pure grey."
"Meaning?" Justin asked.
"You are aware of the dark and light sides of the Force. There is also a way to achieve balance in the Force between both. This is done to varying degrees. Take me as an example, I have the balance in the Force, but I am closer to the light side than the dark as my ideals are closer to that of the Jedi than the Sith." Revan smiled. "I am a Jedi after all."
"So, she would alliegn closer to the dark than the light?" Zeel asked. He let out a breath. "This is complicated. It does explain why so many people couldn't tell the difference between Jedi and Sith during the Jedi Civil War." He paled. "Err, no offence meant." He smiled at Revan and Darious.
"I doubted you meant in such away." Darious bowed his head to the guard. "And yes, given Revan and Malak were originally Jedi, the difference between the two groups was lost on many people. They were and one still is, seen as Jedi." His eyes darkened. "It didn't help matters Malak managed to turn Bastila during the war. Only for her to be turned back during the final battle by Revan himself."
"You're saying Revan turned against the Republic?" Jeri asked.
Revan turned to her. "Hmm?" He raised both eyebrows. "To have not heard this news would have to been from beyond the outer rim." Revan looked at them.
"He was redeemed," Justin added with look towards Revan. "But yes, he did turn against the Republic for a time."
Jeri's eyes widened. "It couldn't be," she whispered.
"What?" Justin frowned.
"Revan and Malak came to the empire," Jeri explained. "All of us were informed one of the imperial guards and the emperor killed them."
"All right," Revan stated. Yes, another death, great.
"I don't believe the emperor did," Sighta stated. "You see the emperor can control people through the Force."
"What?" Reca laughed. "No can be that powerful, right, little runner?"
"It is!" Sighta snapped. She took a deep breath. "I believe the emperor captured Revan and Malak, tortured them and sent them back to the Republic to conquer it in his name."
"Revan tried to conquer the Republic in his own name," Commander Varnan interjected.
"If I may." Mical stepped forward.
Revan bowed his head to his padawan.
"This would explain some of the patrens throughout the Civil War," he started. "Revan, while trying to conquer us, yes, was also rooting out corruption." Mical looked at Revan. "I believe this was in case he failed in taking the Republic as if he knew there was threat which lay beyond the rim."
"It does sound like him." Darious glanced at Revan out of the corner of his eyes. "Still, to control someone so completely," he trailed off with a shudder.
"It could be possible depending on the Force user's strength and age," Revan theorized. "Though, the age would have to be great."
"The emperor is immortal, idiot." Sighta glared at him. "Given Revan broke free of the emperor's control, I need to find him."
Darious bowed his head, dark eyes glazed.
"The answer to what you seek might not be a steeper price than you're willing to pay," Revan stated. This would explain the months of his memory he was missing from the end of the Mandalorian Wars going into the beginning of the Jedi Civil War. It was possible he had forced himself to forget whatever had happened to him in order to break this control over himself then done the same for Malak. Or Malak had also done the same.
"Don't pretend to understand something you could never hope to grasp," Sighta snarled at him. Her gaze snapped back to Justin. "As family, you should let us go and let us continue our search for Revan."
Justin looked at her. "There is no proof yet we're related," the senator stated. "I also doubt Revan would be too willing to aid you right now."
"Are you blind?!" Sighta shouted. "Look at me and him." She gestured to Alvar. "The weakling and I look almost exactly alike. We're bloody twins!"
A small breath escaped Revan.
A shiver raced through him.
Danger.
Revan straightened.
"Alvar!" Darious's eyes locked on the door into the main security room.
"I sense it as well." Revan moved from the room.
Mission bolted into the security office, eyes wild. Blood trickled from her lekku.
"Rev!"
(Author's note: Sighta has changed a lot from the character she was in my original works. I believe her life experiences made her who she is. There is also more to why she views Revan as lesser than just what her mother told her, but I will get to that in the next part told from her point of view.
I am planning on trying for an every other day update. We'll see if I can keep with that pace or not. The last three days I was testing to see how much I could write.)