Why, hello again! I've been so busy the last few months and haven't really had a chance to check this account. But I love this story, so here's another installment! Enjoy :D

Atton whistled. "Whoa. She's not that bad a wifey, is she, boss?"

Revan smirked at him. "Let me get back to playing. I would like to see if I can flirt with this… Satele Shan."

Meetra immediately perked up. "Ooh, I'm supposed to interrogate three prisoners. I'll be sure to let them all free!"

Shooting Meetra a disgusted look, Malak intoned, "This is a role-playing game, Meetra. You're supposed to be a bloodthirsty, violent, crazy Sith. Why else would you choose the Sith Warrior class?"

"Sith can be light, can they?" Meetra asked. "I feel like Kreia was more gray than dark, wouldn't you agree, Atton?"

"Look, sweets, I have no clue what that old hag of yours was like. Sion was probably the worst, though," Atton replied with a shrug.

"Hey, at least he wasn't in love with Meetra or anything," Revan joked.

Meetra shook her head as if trying to forget something. "I'm just going to get these artifacts from Tulak Hord's tomb again. I gave free shards away to acolytes so they, too, could pass the trials."

"Oh. My. Force. Meetra. Forget the Light Side!" Malak intoned, exasperated. "My smuggler is being mean to Corso Riggs and basically everyone he meets. The Non-player characters really are idiots, and they all deserve it. He's not dark side, though."

"I'm back!" crowed Bastila, flipping her computer lid open with such force that it nearly broke. "I'm coming for you, Lieutenant Aric Jorgan!" leaning close to Revan, she whispered against his cheek, "Satele Shan, too."

"Hey! I'm teaming up with Kaliyo now, and we're going to infiltrate a palace and get off this sorry excuse for a planet," Atton exclaimed excitedly. "Never been with a Rattataki woman before. Exciting!"

Revan was looking around. "It seems as if everyone's getting their first companion. My companion is…" suddenly the room went deathly silent, save for the video game music, as Revan bowed his head and looked towards the sky (well, the ceiling). "T7-01. He reminds me of the droid-that-must-not-be-named."

"Oh, you mean T3-M4?" Meetra asked sadly. "Yeah, he was a good little guy. I'll miss him."

"MEETRA!" Revan facepalmed in exasperation. "I just said he was a droid that must not be named!"

Meetra gave him a sheepish smile. "Sorry."

Bastila looked up from her computer. "OF ALL PEOPLE!"

Malak said, "What."

Bastila shook her head angrily. "It's Lieutenant Jorgan, the Cathar. Total opposite of Juhani. I got promoted to Lieutenant and he was demoted to Sergeant, but now he's in my stupid squad, because my squad betrayed me for the galactic empire! He's my first companion and already so annoying. He doesn't even meow!"

"Cathar don't meow," explained Revan.

"Whatever!" seethed Bastila. "Ugh, that armor…! Such an ugly shade of orange."

"I thought you liked orange," said Revan.

"Whatever!" seethed Bastila again. "Ugh. Just let me grieve in peace."

"I really like this Twi'lek girl over here for some reason," Meetra mumbled out of the blue. "Her voice… it's achingly familiar. It's killing me. Revan, help please?"

Revan leaned over Bastila to stare at Meetra's screen. On it was a young blue Twi'lek with a slave collar wrapped around her neck. As the Twi'lek started talking, Revan recognized it but couldn't quite place exactly who it was, until he heard an extremely loud banging sound coming from the direction of the door to his apartment. "HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE!"

It was Mission, and her voice was high-pitched and sounded exactly like Vette's.

"GO AWAY," Revan hollered back in the direction, and the banging immediately ceased. He rubbed his beard anxiously. "First Bastila's voice in the Satele Shan woman, and now Mission. I'm starting to get a little concerned with this game."

"I'm sure they did not do anything illegal," Malak comforted him, cheerfully.

"This isn't about the law," Bastila snapped. "It's a matter of life… and death. Imagine if you heard your own voice in some video game, Malak. Wouldn't you be scared? Horrified, even, wondering how they got it in there? I certainly am. And I'm certainly afraid of this huge volcano they're making me go into now."

Meetra's ocean blue eyes darted back and forth between the two of them. "I'm afraid I have to agree with Malak, Revan. If this is to be an accurate account of the future, I'm placing my faith in this."

Revan snorted. "You always were closer to him than me."

"That's not true!" Meetra insisted. "I followed both of you to war. I was under your command, Revan."

"Don't doubt her respect for you, boss," Atton cut in quietly. "She wouldn't have become friends with someone like me if she didn't care for you at least a little."

Revan rolled his eyes. "I'm about 90 percent sure there's something more than friendship going on between the two of you and that you're hiding it so that I don't go into big-brother mode or something like that, but honestly, I'm too obsessed with my new lightsaber to care."

Meetra blinked innocently. "Oh, alright. Hey! I'm back at the tomb of Naga Sadow which is for some reason a lot more accessible than it used to be. This game really gives you nostalgia, huh. I kind of like it."