Coruscant - the High Council Chambers of the Jedi Order

Side by side, Revan and Bastila Shan stood before the Jedi High Council. To Bastila, there was something just a little daunting about, standing before so many wise and powerful masters. Looking up at Revan, the love of her life and soul, she touched his mind with hers and felt the confidence there. It emboldened her to continued to stand tall with her chin up.

Vrook Lamar, a middle-aged master who was undeniably powerful and had great wisdom, though he was quite severe and dower most of the time, cleared his throat. He had opposed Revan's retraining in the Jedi Order back when Revan thought his name was Zurth Barsad and that he was a soldier of the Republic. "This is most disturbing, Revan. Most disturbing indeed. You claim that it was your love for one another that brought Bastila back from the brink but how do you know it was not her own conscious and ties to the light?"

Revan was about to answer when Bastila cut him off. "Because I also say that, Master Vrook. Otherwise, I would be dead."

"But love has been forbidden to the Jedi since the war with Exar Kun was finished;" stated Atris, a Jedi Master all in white and with silver hair. "It was love that drew many Jedi away from the order, every bit as much as Revan's teachings. It was the same during the Great Sith War. It's the very reason it was disallowed."

Revan fidgeted slightly but before he could respond, Master Vandar spoke. "But if it is also true that love brought many back from the brink of the dark side. Was it not love that redeemed Ulic Qel-Droma? We just learned that it was love that redeemed Bastila here. Furthermore, love an marriage were once powerful forces in the Jedi Order. That his how so many Jedi Knight and masters even exist now - two Jedi, falling in love to create a powerful bloodline."

"But Master Vandar;" protested Master Vash, a dark haired human female, "what of the Jedi Code? There is no emotion, there is peace."

"Exactly;" said Vrook, tapping the arm of his chair.

Vandar chuckled an odd, croaking chuckle. "An odd argument from a Jedi with a reputation for always being moody and angry, my old friend."

Vrook gave a wry smile. "I'm never angry, old friend - perhaps just a little severe."

"Masters, please;" said a middle-aged woman. "Aren't each and everyone of us a result of a strong bloodline - or at least a goodly number of us? My mother knew your father, Master Vrook, and yours, Master Kavar and your mother, Master Atris."

"Vima;" sighed Zez-Kai-El, another human master, "we are not all from a forceful family. I am the first of my kind in my family."

"But you are the exception, Zez;" pointed out Vima Sunrider, "not the rule."

"Masters;" a very old male Zabrak spoke - Grand Master Tempus Frull. He had been given the seat of Grand Master after Nomi Sunrider, Vima Sunrider's mother, had stepped down to retire and meditate. "In this case, I think we are missing the forest for the trees. Bastila Shan, one of our most promising Jedi, was saved because of her love for Revan and vice versa. To separate them would be to give the dark side a very firm foothold within both of them. Even if it were to be an exception, we should not only allow them to stay together but I would even encourage them to get married."

The shock that rippled through the room. Some Masters looked so horrified, one would have thought that the long-dead Sith Lord Exar Kun had suddenly manifested into their presence. Master Vandar looked at the two Jedi in question. "Go wait in the hall, my young friends. The council will discuss this together."

Bastila and Revan bowed and exited. As soon as the door shut behind them, Revan began to chuckle. "What's so funny, love?" asked Bastila, slipping her hand int his.

The tall Jedi Knight shook his head. "Nothing in particular, Bas. I Just already know the council's decision. I had a vision of it after we left you behind on the Leviathan."

Looking both hopeful and anxious, she asked, "And is the news good?"

Revan smiled and knelt on one knee. "I don't have a ring at the moment, Bas, but will you marry me?"

Bastila covered her mouth for a moment, her eyes filled with joy. With a laugh, she fell on him and kissed him. "Of course, but Revan, the council-"

But he silenced her with another kiss. "Don't worry about the council. Everything will be fine. We'll get married - I figure we can get Admiral Dodonna to officiate since getting a Jedi to do it isn't going to be the easiest thing. Then where should we go on our honeymoon?"

"Honeymoon?" asked Bastila quizzically.

Revan laughed and said, "Yes, honeymoon, Bastila. Do you honestly think that we're going to just hang around the temple and just wait for the next Sith task force to show up somewhere? I don't think so. I want to travel for a bit - see the galaxy. We can take the Ebon Hawk and go from there. Aren't there worlds that you'd love to see but couldn't?"

As if it were happening unwillingly, a smile spread over Bastila's face. "So," she said casually, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning against him, "no other Jedi?"

"Nope;" chuckled Revan. "Juhani is going back to Cathar to go on a ceremonial hunt with old master Sylvar and Jolee says he's going to travel around a bit too, just not with us. He wants to see the galaxy at work after being in isolation for so long."

"Hmmm;" said Bastila, "no Mandalorians?"

"Canderous is looking for work out on Nar Shadda. He said he'd stay in touch but who knows what that means with him."

"Alright; Carth was made the Captian of a cruiser, wasn't he?"

Revan smiled at the thought of his old friend. "Yup. Look, Bas, I am going to invite them to the wedding ceremony but other than that, they all have their own lives to live. Mission and Zaalbar are going to be starting up a shipping company."

"You mean a smuggler company, I assume;" retorted Bastila dryly.

"And the droids;" Revan continued, ignoring her assumption, "can either be shut down or come with us."

"Yes, please, let's bring a psycho assassin droid and a utility droid without any concept of boundaries with us on our honeymoon;" she said sarcastically.

Revan snorted and brushed an errant lock of hair out of her face before leaning down and kissing her. Just then, the door hissed open and Master Vima Sunrider stood there, looking highly amused. "Come on back in;" she said kindly, "the council has finished deliberating."

"Finally;" muttered Bastila.

"Indeed;" chuckled Vima.

Once again, they stood in the center of the chamber and Grand Master Tempus Frull cleared his throat. "After much deliberation, we have decided that the Jedi Council will allow this relationship without opposition and without interference. Furthermore, if you wish, we will grant you a stipend to live outside of the Temple. But please do keep yourselves available. You remain Jedi and thus, will be called upon for service in the coming months."

Revan and Bastila both bow. "Thank you, Masters;" the former said, "it means a great deal that you trust us with this. We request a leave of absence to get married and have a honeymoon of sorts. There are many places that we wish to see and, in truth, I do hope that in traveling, my memories will continue to return to me."

That caused many of the members of the council to fidget uncomfortably but before any of them could protest, Master Frull nodded. "You may go. It's the least we can do for two of the heroes of the Republic."

Again they bowed. Glaring at them frostily, Atris lifted a forestalling hand before they could leave. "We will be watching you, Revan. While those here may think that you were redeemed, some of us fear a relapse especially as your memories return. Take care and remember that."

"Of course, Master;" he said.

They waited several moments before exiting the room. As soon as they were outside, they pelted to the hanger level. The Ebon Hawk had been repaired, cleaned and given a fresh coat of silver and red paint. She was beautiful and ready for them to take her. While Revan ran and powered up the ship, going through it's preflight checks and such, Bastila powered up the comms and began getting in contact with their friends. She managed to get hold of Mission Vao and Zaalbar but they said it would be several weeks before they could be taken away from their work. She didn't even reach Juhani or Jolee but messages were left on their comms. They did reach both Carth and Canderous who congratulated them and said that they would be happy to come and to let them know when the details were worked out.

Bastila sighed in disappointment and headed to the cockpit. "So I had a thought;" said Revan as he carefully took the ship out of the hanger. "What if we were to travel now and then, in a month or so, get married? The reason being that it may take that long for us to make the arrangements and it would give the others time to work out the details to attend. This is rather sudden and I would be disappointed if none of them could make it."

Bastila gazed at him in wonder. "What?" he asked, "did I say something wrong?"

She narrowed her eyes, "Have you been snooping around in my mind again, Revan?"

He laughed and said, "No, why? Did you have similar thoughts?"

"I recognized the problem but had not come up with a solution yet. That will do fine, I think. So, where to first?"

"Dantooine?" asked Revan, "I want to see what's left of the Jedi ruins."

Bastila nodded slowly, a dull ache filling her chest. "Yes;" she murmured, "it would be good to see my home one more time"

They made it out of atmosphere and Revan set course for Dantooine. "I'll be in the starboard crew quarters, darling;" said Bastila, "the droids are in the maintenance bay and I think they're shut down. Should I activate them?"

"Sure, if only to keep an eye on things. We can lock the crew quarters and I'll tell them not to disturb us on my way in;" said Revan as he tapped away at the nav computer.

"Don't take too long, my love;" said Bastila, her voice becoming smokey and low - the way it had been on the temple of Rakata Prime and on the Star Forge while she was still in the throws of the dark side. It was scintillating and seductive, only this time, Revan knew that she was firmly on the side of the light. Bastila just knew that when she spoke that way, it certainly elicited a powerful reaction from him.

With a wink and a smile, she left the cockpit, her hips swaying in an exaggerated motion for his benefit.

As quickly as he could while still assuring himself that he wasn't making a mistake, Revan finished making the calculations and eased the hyperdrive levers forward, making the jump to lightspeed. After equally hastily setting the timer to go off twenty minutes before they would arrive, he ran towards the starboard crew quarters. The rusty bronze HK-47 was walking by. "Statement: Master, how good to see you again! Query: Where are we headed?"

"To Dantooine, HK but I think you're going to be board. We aren't planning on killing anyone. Hey, Bastila and I are going to be in the starboard crew quarters and we're not to be disturbed, understand?"

The HK unit seemed to study him. "Statement: What a pity! I haven't killed anything in some time. I will be in the workshop if you need me, Master. When you are finished copulating with the female meatbag, I would not mind having some of my systems looked at, Master, if you could spare the time."

Revan just hurried past, muttering, "Yeah, sure HK - whatever you say."

T3 was coming from the direction of the starboard quarters and whistled and beeped cheerfully. "Hey buddy;" said Revan hastily. "Listen, me and Bastila will be in there for awhile. Don't disturb us until the hyperspace alarm goes off, please. Other than that, you can do as you please."

T3 whistled an affirmative and rolled off. Eagerly, Revan ran tot he starboard crew quarters door and slapped the door control. Inside, on one of the two beds lay Bastila, stretched languidly over the bed, naked as the day she was born. Immediately, Revan began working on his own clothing. The long brown cloak, he tossed onto a chair. "No, no, love;" admonished Bastila, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "hang it on the hook. We will not be getting into the habit of just throwing our clothing around."

Smiling ruefully, he hung the cloak on one of the hook next to hers and then sat in the chair, working feverishly at his boots. Bastila sat there patiently, watching him in amusement as one of her hands began to wander from her upper chest, down her body to her hip. "You certainly are taking your time, aren't you, Revan?" she teased. "If you don't hurry, I may just be forced to start without you."

Revan was having a devil of a time focusing on the buckles of his left boot while she was being so distracting. As he watched, she teasingly rolled onto her back and lowered her hands between her legs.

Gulping, Revan quickly finished removing his left boot, yanked off both his socks and stood, starting to work on the rest of his outfit. As the utility belt, complete with lightsabers, came off, Bastila gave a low moan of pleasure. Revan didn't dare look. He knew what she was doing. As he got the tunic and undershirt beneath off, she gasped, "Oh my stars! Dammit, Revan, would you hurry up! I need you right now!"

Finally, his trousers and undergarments hit the floor and he was on her like a kath hound on an iziz. Their lips mashed together possessively and passionately as his hands began to wander her glorious, soft and smooth flesh. Bastila purred as his hands caressed her flank, running from her hip to her leg and back. Bastila hooked it around his waist and purred, "I love how you touch me, Revan. I want you to stroke and caress my entire body so that I can get so riled up, when you finally put yourself in me, I'll climax immediately. That's what I want, Revan."

Revan kissed her and then said, "Your wish is my command."

Starting from her well formed lips, Revan began a very slow, methodical and strategy journey all the way down her body. Her slender neck was an easy target. Right along the artery was very sensitive. As his lips and teeth brushed and caressed her, Bastila hummed and bit her lower lip in pleasure. Her hands were wandering the broad muscles of his back and up and down his thickly muscled arms. "You know, Revan;" she purred as he continued to kiss her, "these sexy muscles are so stimulating to feel - so much strength packed into them and so hard. Stars above, I love your body."

Revan's husky chuckle vibrated against the crease of her neck and shoulder as he continued his leisurely tour of her body. "By the force, all those stuffy masters have never experienced this;" she gasped. "If they had, all of this 'no emotion' and 'no love' nonsense would never have taken hold."

Revan stopped and looked down at her. "Do you really want to talk about the masters at a time like this?"

Bastila giggled and said, "You're right of course. I'll be quiet. Just go back to what you were doing."

Revan kissed her lips first before doing as she said, tracing a tingling line of fire from one collarbone to another. The hollows right beneath them were also quite sensitive and he kissed them and brushed them with his tongue, causing his lover's breath to hitch. Bastila moaned and wrapped one arm around his shoulders while the other continued to caress his well-muscled body. As he continued downward, slowly climbing the slopes of her ample breasts, she moaned and her back arched before she wriggled as if trying to get at an angle by with Revan could thrust his manhood into her.

Grinning, he left off what he was doing, much to her displeasure, and said teasingly, "Oh no you don't! You said that you wanted me to stroke and caress your entire body until you are so riled up that you'll climax as soon as I penetrate you and so help me, that's what I'm going to do. No cheating and no premature penetration."

"But I think I'm there now;" whined Bastila.

"Oh no you aren't;" he chuckled. "Trust me, I'll know when you are."

He lowered his had back down and nipped at one of her russet colored nipples. Bastila was in the middle of a complaint when he did. "But Revan, my body it- AAHHH!"

She writhed and moaned and begged him to keep going. Her words were barely coherent. "Yes! More! Keep going! Oh stars! Revan! Revan, please! Oh my stars! AH! For the love of- please don't stop!"

Casually, teasingly, he moved over to her other, once again taking his time to kissing and licking all over the slope of it before giving the hardened tip the same treatment he had given the other. Her body shook and trembled with ecstasy as he did and she lay back, her eyes closed and mouth opening, mewling with every exhale. When he finally continued downward, she whimpered, "No! Go back to what you were doing, Revan!"

He just chuckled and kissed his way down her belly which, he had discovered quite some time ago, was very ticklish. Even the kissed and teasing licks he was doing caused her to wriggle and squeak a little, though she didn't tell him to stop. She liked the mild tickling sensation. It caused her already considerable arousal to spike and her hips to buck up towards him. When kissed right below her belly button, she pleaded, "Revan, please! You are killing me here! I need you!"

The husky, sadistic chuckle caused her to try to glare at him but then she saw that he was moving down her body and she bit her lip and whimpered. Slowly, carefully, he kissed both of her hip bones before, much to her dismay, moving on to her legs. "Revan!" she all by shrieked in frustration.

"Do you trust me, Bastila?" he asked with a chuckled.

Smacking a hand against the mattress, she said, "NO! I do not now kriff me you blasted, sadistic tease."

Revan lifted one bushy eyebrow as his hands caressed one of her calves. "Have I ever just left you unsatisfied?" he asked teasingly, that smile still on his face. "Have I ever stirred you to the point of madness only to leave you?"

"No, but..."

"Shhh;" he shushed her and began to kiss up towards her knee. "I won't now either. We have several days, you know."

"Yes, but I don't want to wait several days before actually getting to make love to you!" she said.

Revan laughed and shook his head before continuing up her smooth, soft yet firm thigh. "You have a very high opinion of my self control, Princess."

There was a time when his calling her princess would have caused Bastila to huff and become indignant. Now, however, she found it so endearing. Even so, she was huffing and becoming indignant again anyway at his teasing. "Well could I possible get a timetable on- oh my STARS!"

He was in between her legs now, kissing the insides of each of her thighs, high up mere centimeters away from his twitching, dripping womanhood. Before she had the chance to curse, whine or plead with him, he gave her exactly what she wanted. His tongue pressed between the swollen lips of her aroused and dripping womanhood began to caress her. Bastila gave a cry of delight and gripped the back of his head with both hands, trying to grind against his tongue. When he sucked her clit into his mouth, she cried again and bucked upward. Jolt after blissful jolt of pleasure coursed through her body as he caressed her clit and her labia, sucking lower lips into his mouth and driving his tongue as deeply into her as possible. When she was mere moments away from plummeting over the edge of ecstasy, he stopped, straightened and positioned himself.

With one slow, smooth motion, he slid into her body and Bastila's back arched before she jolted upright and wrapped her arms and her legs around his body. She was trembling and whimpering and her body pulsed. She was clearly at a loss for words as her body rocked with an orgasm. "Wow;" murmured Revan into her rich dark hair. "I didn't actually expect it to work."

When she began to breath again, she gasped, "It's because you're far too good at this."

Smiling, he laid her back down and began to make love to her. Bastila gasped and began to purr and hum as she was taken on another ride of pleasure. She didn't speak much, she just made tiny noises of delight. Revan started out slow and as he thrust in and out of her, he began to kiss her neck and shoulder again, is if starting the whole process from the beginning. As he did, she began to purr in his ear. "Go faster, my love. Yes! Go faster and harder! Oh stars, yes! YES, just like that. This is a wonderful angle! Yes!"

Finally losing his well-honed restrained, Revan straightened and grabbed his lover's waist. The look of pure joy and desire in her eyes galvanized him to desperately thrust into her, using his hands on her hips to pound into her with all his might. Bastila certainly wasn't complaining. One hand was gripping his right forearm hard enough to leave a hand-shaped bruise while the other was pushing against the headboard. Revan knew that he wouldn't last much longer. Her womanhood was just too snug around him and her gorgeous body beneath was just too much for him to last any longer. With a groan of pleasure, he climaxed, his body trembling with the intensity of it. Bastila's body, also trembling and twitching, was milking him for every drop of his essence as she moaned, her own climax washing over her.

They napped for awhile after that before using the Hawk's galley to prepare a light meal. As Bastila stood there, wearing only Revan's brown over-tunic, he came up behind her, put his hands on her hips and pressed himself against her, kissing her neck. "What are we having?" he murmured between kisses.

Bastila bit her lip as desire, once again, began to pool in her core. "Well if you don't cause me to burn it, I have some ground nerf with sauce, a loaf of bread from pre-made dough and some vegetables that I was honestly just going to throw in with the meat once I was sure it was fully cooked."

"Sounds great;" he said before nibbling her earlobe and causing her to whimper. "How much longer before it's done?"

"Maybe;" and she gulped, interrupting her own answer, "fifteen minutes or so."

"Hmmm..." Revan answered, not bother to stop what he was doing.

Bastila could feel his manhood pressing through his trousers and her tunic to prod her rear end, just centimeters away from her core. That was too much for her. "Stars above, right here, Revan;" she hissed, "take me right here."

Wisely moving a meter or so to the left where there was less of a danger of being burned, Revan lowered his trousers, lifted the hem of the tunic she was wearing and, using his hand as a guide to her dripping womanhood, slid home, much to Bastila's delight. She leaned forward onto the counter and simply enjoyed the myriad or new sensations. Her lover had never taken her from behind like this but it certainly wouldn't be the last time. It felt so good that she felt her legs and womanhood beginning to tremble already.

Whether because it was a new, exciting thing or because the angle was just that good and they were just that sensitive at the moment, neither of them lasted more than five minutes. It didn't help either of their stamina when Revan reached forward with both hands and caressed her ample breasts, teasing and tugging lightly on the russet nipples. When she came this time, Bastila wailed with pleasure and lay forward onto the counter. Revan pulled out of her and pulled his trousers back up before ushering her back into a chair. Bastila looked up at him lovingly as he washed his hands and finished making the meal.

During the flight from Coruscant to Dantooine, they made love many times and in various places. At one point, while Revan was underneath the swoop in the garage, Bastila found him and proceeded to loosen his trousers, pull him free, work him up and ride him from there. It caused Revan to smack his head against the underside of the swoop twice - first when she began messing with his pants and second as he climaxed. Another time, Bastila was in the medbay, looking over the medical supply inventory. It took just a couple of heated looks and some kissing before she was on the medical bed, moaning at the top of her lungs as he pleasured her with hands and mouth before joining with her and kriffing her to completion. The last time before they dropped out of hyperspace over Dantooine was in the cockpit. Revan was running a check over the systems when a very naked Bastila walked right in and said, "Oh Revan;" in her most maddening voice.

The alarm was going over as they recovered from that particularly intense coupling. They both dropped out and dressed before Revan took the ship down. They gained permission from one of the nearby estates to land in their field before heading to the Enclave.

It was a heartbreaking site. The main building had no roof anymore and the majority of the upper levels had been completely destroyed. The towers were nothing but rough pinnacles gouged by turbolaser fire. Every few feet was a large crater, large enough to stand in with only the head and perhaps the shoulders sticking out above the ground. "Do you think the lower levels were saved at least?" asked Bastila in a quiet, almost child-like voice.

Revan sighed and hugged her, his own voice rough with emotion. "I don't know, Bas. I really don't. They say that the Jedi were warned but I can still sense the death around here. I don't think they were able to completely finish the evacuation before the Sith attacked."

They both wandered the outside of the ruins, weeping and consoling one another. By unspoken agreement, they decided not to visit the lower levels.

When they couldn't take any more of the sadness, they went back aboard the Ebon Hawk. "Where to next?" asked Revan.

"Somewhere happy and beautiful and filled with life;" declared Bastila.

Her eyes were still rimmed in read from weapon and her breathing was still hitching. Revan smiled and gave her hand a loving squeeze. "How does Alderaan or maybe Onderon sound? I've heard amazing things about the market of Onderon or the cultural marvels of Alderaan! They say that every noble house has a breathtaking museum of history and culture."

That got Bastila to smile. "Alderaan it is."

One Month Later

It had taken a little more planning than previously though and Bastila and Revan had been required to assist Admiral Dodonna and Carth out of a nasty situation with a Sith fleet but the day of the wedding was finally upon them. It wasn't a luxurious or over fancy affair. In fact, it was on the bridge of Carth's Interdictor-Class cruiser. All of their friends were there as well. Mission Vao and Zaalbar had been picked up on Tatooine where their business had taken them in search of buyers for their cargo - large containers of drinking water apparently.

Canderous had met them on Onderon and so had Jolee, who had said that the force had guided them there. Juhani had made it mere hours before the ceremony was about to start. She had clearly had only a short amount of time to groom because her fur was still a little damp. The droids were there, of course, standing ready to serve, whether it be to repair or slice into something or to lay down suppressing fire.

Revan wore the robes that the Rakatan machine had made for him. They were in the shape of the dark armor that Darth Revan once wore, only instead of being black and steel gray, they were tan and the armored plating itself was bronze in color. His lightsabers were on his hips and his mask was on his face. It was not the original mask that he had found so long again during the Mandalorian wars. It, like the armored robes, had been made by the machine aboard the Star Forge.

The bridge was lined with Republic space marines in battle armor, with blaster rifles held against their chests and vibroswords at their hips. On his side was Carth, Canderous and Zaalbar.

Across from them was Mission Vao in a very professional and flattering outfit and Juhani in a light suit of Jedi armor. With them was also T3 and HK so that it would be an even four on each side after Jolee walked Bastila down the isle.

There was no music but it didn't matter. When the doors to the bridge opened, all eyes were on the two figures walking down the isle. Bastila was wearing a set of ceremonial Jedi robes. They were white with a silver colored tabbard and a gray cloak over them. Her hood was up over her head as well. Jolee was wearing a standard set of robes, tan with brown. Bastila was on his arm and she had flowers in her free hand - courtesy of Mission.

As they stepped up, Jolee clasped Revan in a hug and murmured, "This is a rare gift, Revan. You take good care of her, do you hear?"

"You know I will, old man;" he said.

Revan and Bastila stood facing one another. Bastila was smiling broadly and Revan, thought nobody could see it, was as well. Admiral Dodonna cleared her throat and said, "Right, I'm not going to give a long flowery speech. I'm simply going to ask you both these questions: Do you take one another to be your lawfully wedded spouse, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in poverty and wealth and in joy or mourning until death do you part?"

"I do;" they said together.

"Good; any objections from our witnesses?" asked the admiral.

Of course, none were forthcoming. Jedi or not, hero or not, Revan looked just a little intimidating in his armor and mask.

"Great!" said the Admiral. "You may kiss the bride."

Bastila removed Revan's mask and he leaned down and kissed her. A cheer went up from the marines, crew members and from their friends. After this went on, Admiral Dodonna said, "Alright, those of you who are on duty, get back to work. The rest of you, we do have a meal prepared in the mess. Save some for your comrades on duty, please. Congratulations to the happy couple."

The food was simple but the atmosphere was wonderful. The marines, any time they wanted Revan and Bastila to kiss, would smack their cups lightly on the table tops. For an hour and a half, they enjoyed good food and good company. But then came shift change. The Admiral had already gone back to her flagship and soon enough, it was just the ten crew members of the Ebon Hawk. "So, do you two have any plans for your honeymoon?" asked Carth.

"We've kinda already been having one;" said Revan with a shrug. "We've been traveling around for the past month, seeing beautiful places and worlds. I think it would be best if we returned to Coruscant."

"Well;" said Carth, "there is still the Sith. How does one more adventure sound? One more mission for the ten of us to go on together before we go on with our lives. I promise it won't be as long as the last one."

They all looked around, sharing grins. "What did you have in mind, Carth?" asked Revan.

"Well Zeek, my old friend, we've received reports of a Sith Centurion-class battle cruiser wandering Perlimian Trade Route in the Outer Rim Territories. They've taken to piracy since we destroyed their Star Forge and killed their Dark Lord of the Sith. That shouldn't be too bad, should it? Just one more nice and easy adventure in the Ebon Hawk."

They all looked at Revan who, in turn, looked at his new wife. A slow smile crossed her face. Carth grinned, "Well, Zeek? What do you say?"

Revan stood and they all stood with him. "Let's go;" he said, "for the Republic."

They echoed his sentiment whoops and headed for the hanger. Within minutes, the Ebon Hawk was in hyperspace, headed on another mission.