"Duck!"
Mission dove for the ground.
Revan threw his lightsaber just as a red clad figure came into view.
The figure leapt back.
A purple light arced through the air. Revan caught his lightsaber.
Mission scrambled over to him.
Another low hum told Revan Darious had his lightsaber drawn. "Mical, Atton, help guard Justin."
Mical nodded and backed up. His lightsaber drawn. The green glow mixed with the yellow of Darious's and the purple of Revan's blades.
"Thanks, Rev," Mission panted as she fell in on his other side.
Revan nodded.
The red clad figure straightened. The Force shuddered around the figure. "My, it seems the little pest led me straight to more Jedi. And," – his voice lowered, dripping with satisfaction – "unless my senses deceive me, my real targets as well."
Targets?
Revan's gaze flickered towards Justin. No, this wasn't right. If the senator was the target, then the man would have engaged him elsewhere. There was also no grantee Mission would have led him to Justin.
Now wasn't the time.
Revan flicked his lightsaber and slid into a stance. He needed to test what this man could do.
"Mission, fall back to the senator. Provide cover from there," Revan instructed.
"Got it!" She moved back and pulled out her blaster.
"Tch, if we had a guardian here, this would be easier," Darious muttered.
"Cover me." Revan charged.
There was no rubble to use. Thus, fighting head on would be the only method to test this opponent's strength.
Sparks danced across the metal. Revan pushed his lightsaber against the metal of the man's staff.
The man twisted.
Revan leapt back.
Red light filled the room.
A hot blade came within inches of his chest.
Blades collided.
The figure twirled the pike.
Revan danced back and around moments before the pike slashed down through the air. The hot blade tore into through the flooring.
"Sith spit," Darious spat. A blur of yellow and brown shot forward.
Revan moved back, thrusting out his arm. The figure staggered as both Darious and a wave of the Force slammed into him.
Blaster fire followed heartbeats behind Darious's assault.
The Sith spun. The bolts deflected from the small blade of the pike.
Revan pressed forward. Darious only steps behind.
The Sith slammed the pike's shaft into Darious.
Revan ducked. He thrust up.
His blade sank through the man's chest. The sith fell through Revan's lightsaber and hit the ground with a dull thud.
Revan straightened. "That was too easy."
"What?" Mission scowled. "He put up a fight, but more of one when he was chasing me here."
Revan frowned. He knelt by the corpse.
"Oh!" Mission snapped her fingers. "Meetra and the rest went off looking for a disturbance Jasper felt. That's how we got into this whole mess to begin with."
There was something familiar about the uniform. About the man in general.
"Where are they?" Darious turned to Mission.
What was it?
"I'll show you, come on."
It was a memory, yes? Yet, one which tickled at his mind. One still forgotten.
"Alvar?"
Revan touched the armor. What was it? It felt as if it was in the months he was still missing from between the Mandalorian and Jedi Civil Wars. Did he want those memories? He had forgotten for a reason. This reason had to be important enough it might not be wise to dig into them least he remembered something which was best left forgotten.
"Alvar!" Darious's voice snapped Revan from the dead Sith.
"Hmm?"
"Are you coming?"
Revan stood. "No." He forced his gaze to remain on Darious. "Take Atton with you, but it would be for the best Mical and I remain here."
Darious glanced at the senator. "I see." He bowed his head to Revan. "I will call if you're needed." He looked to Mission. "Lead the way." His gaze snapped to Atton. "Come, Atton."
"Yeah, yeah." Atton raced after the two of them.
"Do you believe the Sith was after me?" Justin asked, face pale almost sickly. "If he was, then my wife, my children, and our father could be at risk."
"I'll contact Bastila and inform her what's going on." Revan turned Zeel. "Commander Zeel, with your consent, I would like to place Bastila in charge of the senator's guard at his home until the situation has been resolved."
"You mean your brother's home?" Zeel smirked and gave a soft chuckle. "All right, I'll tell the guard who remained behind.
"Thank you." Revan pulled out his communicator. "Bastila."
"Did you learn what happened?" Bastila asked.
"Not with the prisoners, yet. There was an attack on the security office. I've requested you take charge of the guards left at the senator's home."
"Have you informed Carth yet?"
"No." Revan paused. "I'll let him know what's going on. I doubt he's the target."
"How so?"
"The one who attacked said the target was here."
Bastila paused. Revan could almost see her frown.
"As along as Carth doesn't leave his ship, he is well protected." And far from a push over in a fight.
A small breath came over the commutator. "You have enough to deal with there. I'll contact the admiral. May the Force be with you."
The communicator shut off before Revan had time to reply. All right. He stared at the comm link. Perhaps she was right and he had enough on his hands here. Still she had the senator's family and Vaner to protect.
Revan shoved the thought aside. He turned his attention back to the corpse.
The targets were here. Not the senator. There were easier ways to kill Justin such as when they had been on their way here and other such times he had been far less guarded. Revan knelt and took hold of the Sith's collar.
"Alvar?" Justin asked. The senator stepped forward.
"Bastila is seeing to your family," Revan informed him as he lifted the sith. "You'll be safer here than if you were escorted back to your apartments."
"This is true." Justin eyed Revan. "What are you doing?"
"We need answers. The prisoners just might have them." Revan looked at the commander. "With your permission, Commander Varnon."
The commander frowned. "If they do have the answers, then I would rather know what they do."
Revan bowed his head. He dragged the attacker across the floor. The door hissed open. Revan dropped the corpse before the two women.
Jeri's eyes widened. "It can't be."
"I thought we had," Sighta trailed off. Her eyes narrowed. "There's no way you could have defeated him." Her gaze flickered over them; a sneer spread over her face. "Where did the other Jedi go?"
"That is far from your concern," Revan stated. "What I would like to know is everything you know on this man?" He gestured to the would-be assassin. "You appear to know him."
Jeri glanced at Sighta. "He's one of the emperor's guards," she informed them. A small breath escaped. "He was most likely sent here to kill myself and Sighta."
"Why?" the commander demanded.
"Because, you idiot, we fled the empire!" Sighta snarled.
"Yet, sending a personal guard would point to the two of you being of high rank or seen as a threat to the emperor," Revan pointed out. "Thus, the question is, how high were you and why did you flee?"
Jeri opened her mouth.
"As if that's your concern," Sighta sneered. "I don't have tell you weaklings anything."
"Sighta," Jeri snapped. "Sorry about her." She shot a glare at her daughter. "I was high ranked in the imperial military while Sighta was being looked at to become a darth on the dark council."
Justin frowned. "Is it like out Jedi council?" He and the commander had followed Revan.
"Doubtful." It did have the title of "dark" before the council part. While the Jedi Council was the governing body of the Jedi Order, it followed this Dark Council answered the empire far more than the Jedi did to the Republic. Besides the Jedi while not free of the Republic and still needing it, were seen as almost outsiders or a mystery to many people.
Revan let out a breath. It didn't matter how it worked. What mattered was this was why the imperial guard was here.
"So, you two led them here, to Telos," Revan stated.
"I thought we hadn't been followed," Jeri informed him. "We were careful after shaking the tail on us."
Revan looked to Sighta. "Did you keep your senses alert the entire time for a tail?"
Sighta's lip curled, but her gaze flickered away from him. It was enough to know she hadn't.
"The imperial guard is force sensitive thus if you weren't alert, they could have followed you through the force," Revan stated.
"Would giving the prisoners then let them leave us alone?" Darrell asked.
"Unlikely," Revan informed him. He turned to the commander. "The fact they went after the other Jedi here first rather than their mark shows they have another motive other than just tracking down these two." Revan gestured to the two women.
"Meaning they're after the ruminates of the Jedi as well." Darrell let out a breath and rubbed his eyes. "Just when we were starting to get the Order rebuilt, we might lose you to the Sith again."
Revan smiled. "Just because there are so few of us doesn't mean we'll lie down and let them wipe out what remains."
Sighta snorted.
This was getting annoying. Her arrogance and sheer sense of superiority was something he had seen countless times before. Yet – Revan eyed her and Jeri out of the corner of his eye – he couldn't shake the look Jeri had given him and Justin.
"Commander, we should keep with the plan to compare my DNA to Jeri's." Revan locked gazes with the commander. "If you would, please summon a medical droid."
Darrell frowned. "You really believe they are related to you and Senator Tarvon?"
"Perhaps. It is yet to be seen."
x – Sighta – x
Yet to be seen?
Sighta curled her lip. He was just playing at being smart. There was nothing to fear from her younger, weaker brother. The other Jedi must have been the one to defeat the guard. Perhaps she could show him just how weak he was so he would stop acting so high and mighty.
"You still don't believe we're related." Sighta leaned forward until she was almost touching the energy around her prison. "You're quite dim if you can't believe what's plainly before you."
Alvar to her. His features straight.
A shiver raced through Sighta. It was like looking into a mask. The sheer lack of emotion was haunting. She could face down hordes of younger Sith looking to take her title of lord from her or the beasts of the wilds, but all of them had shown their rage, their emotions written in every movement they made.
Alvar cocked an eyebrow, melting the expressionless mask. His eyes glittered as a grin spread over his face. "Belief and facts are two very different things," his voice was light.
Sighta snarled. "Are you mocking me?" she demanded. The tone was almost condescending.
"Far from it."
That was it. It was time to prove she was better than him. "I have deal for you, Jedi," she spat what he was. "We have a little duel. If I win you sent both myself and my mother free."
Both of his eyebrows rose. "No."
"Scared," she taunted. "Worried they," – she gestured to those in the small room – "will see you as the weakling you really. Your position titters on this duel. Show them how weak you really are."
A soft laugh escaped Alvar. "Do you really think your taunts are going to work?" He bowed his head, still laughing.
Sighta growled.
"I've heard better taunts from a droid." Alvar straightened. The laughter vanished from his features; gaze intense as he looked at her. "I have nothing to prove to those around me. It is you who has no understanding of the situation you're in."
"Right." Sighta folded her arms across her chest.
Justin stepped forward. "You're in no position to demand deals," her older brother pointed out. "You forget you're a prisoner of the Republic. Even if you are our family, you still falsified information instead of following legal immigration processes."
"I doubt your father did," Jeri pointed out. "Which would make the two of you just as illegal as us."
The commander blinked and laughed. "Oh, the senator's father is from illegal. We have his immigration documents stored. It was one of the major counter arguments used against Senator Tarvon when he first ran for senator because he wasn't born in the Republic."
Justin let out a low breath. "Don't remind me," the senator muttered.
The commander laughed and clapped him on the shoulder. "Come now, Justin, no one views you as anything but a native of Telos. You proved it many times over, both in the present restoration of our home and during the Mandalorian Wars."
"What about the weakling?" Sighta gestured towards Alvar. "I doubt he's done anything to prove himself."
Alvar cocked an eyebrow.
"Alvar is a Republic hero." Justin lock his gaze with her. "Not to mention a war veteran."
"War veteran?" Jeri breathed. Her eyes wide as she looked at Sighta's twin.
"Commander." Alvar gestured to those in the room. The group left them.
Sighta frowned. "There have been three wars in the past several years. I bet he's a veteran from the one called the Jedi Civil War I read about on the way here."
Jeri just bowed her head.
It didn't matter. What mattered was she had confirmed the fact her twin was a coward. Even if he fought in a war, he was most likely of a lower rank during any of them, not being a hero like Justin had said he was. There was no way. He was just weakling.
(Author's note: So, the every other day updates are a little hard to do, as you guys noticed. I will update when I can. Delays will happen. I just can't keep up with everything I want to do in a day. There just isn't enough time.
Also, Sighta is funny in this chapter where she states Revan is the one acting high and mighty. It's really her who's being high and mighty.)