So I publish another chapter. I'm on some writing spree right now and I just keep thinking of this story. And I can't ignore that hahaha :D. Anyway, I hope you enjoy my story (even though it's still pretty short), and if you do, then make sure to add it to your 'favorites' and follow me to know when another chapter comes out. Have nice read guys :D.
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Chapter 3
"Attention! We're about to leave the hyperspace in around five minutes. Prepare yourselves and welcome home" a voice said from a speaker. Bastila blinked slowly. Finally, she managed to get some peaceful sleep. She turned around to lay on her back.
Her quarters were nothing special. Simple, small room with a bed, table, dressing and a toilet. She didn't use her position as General to get any special living conditions. Bastila got used to modesty as a Jedi Padawan. And she was perfectly okay with that. The only thing she required was a private toilet and shower cabin. She wasn't going to wash herself with other female members of the crew. She had every right to some privacy.
Bastila lifted herself. Her muscles didn't burn anymore and the headache stopped. She removed covers from her body and sat on the bed, her legs on the floor. Young Padawan wiped her face to get rid of sleepiness that still held her.
Slowly she got up and walked to the refresher. One of the privileges of being a General and having a private toilet was this, that she had an access to the running water. Something she was thankful for. She washed her face and looked at her reflection in a small mirror.
This time she looked a little better. Before she went to bed she took a shower and now her hair looked fresher than earlier. Bastila started to put them in her regular ponytail. It wasn't some spectacular haircut, but it was very comfortable and practical. When she was done, she left the refresher and came up to a chair her clothes were on. Instead of her usual, formfitting outfit, she chose regular Jedi tunic. Beige robes fitted her perfectly. When she was done with the top and trousers, she put on her shoes. Simple, dark brown, knee-high, shoes made of leather.
She tried to relax. They were back on Coruscant. Safe. With their mission fulfilled. This task was her ultimate test before facing the Jedi Trials. That's what the Council has said before she left. Though when she will face the trials, she did not know. That's something that remained a secret.
Bastila walked out of her quarters. Soldiers were going in different directions. Those who passed by the Jedi Padawan saluted her. She returned the gesture with a nod. The youngest General in this war slowly made her way towards the back of the cruiser, where the exit was located.
By the time she reached her destination, the ship was already in the Coruscant atmosphere. Bastila had to use the wall in order not to lose balance.
After few minutes the rocking has stopped and the cruiser was landed. Around her, practically all crew of the ship has gathered.
The ramp has been lowered and first Coruscant buildings came in sight. As well as dozens of small speeders flying in every direction.
And then she noticed the people gathered across the landing pad. There were senators, members of the Jedi Council and even the Supreme Chancellor. And the press of course.
Dozens of flashes attacked her eyes and she had to cover them with her hand. Bastila felt an arm around her waist that pulled her towards the exit of the ship. She lifted her eyes and noticed Master Vrook standing next to her. She relaxed.
The press started to attack them, but rest of the Jedi Council made sure to keep them at bay. With their help, Bastila and Vrook found themselves amongst other Masters.
Young Padawan was watching as others abandoned the ship. Most of the crew was now out and was being attacked by the reporters. And then four men were carried out of the cruiser.
One of them was strapped to the bed and was being accompanied by doctors and soldiers who kept their guns ready. Revan. Silence fell upon the landing pad. Everyone who wasn't on this mission was taken aback by the Dark Lord's presence. Even if he remained unconscious.
And then the spell was broken. First of the reporters took a photo of the prisoner. And then the other one. And one more. And so the landing pad was again filled with the sounds and flashes, even if it was a midday.
Next three who left the ship were also accompanied by soldiers. But they were walking on their own. They had had their arms strapped down behind their backs. They were also stripped of their armors and had only black shirts and pants on themselves. Bastila recognized them immediately. They were Revan's guards. Though she had to admit that now they looked less intimidating than before.
All four men were carried to the shuttle and were taken to the Jedi Temple. Bastila watched as the small ship disappeared behind the buildings.
She had enough. Definitively she had enough. Bastila almost gave up to, ah so tempting lure of harming everyone in her reach. Five hours had passed since the Republic cruiser landed on Coruscant and she was under constant attack by the media. Even though the Jedi Council tried to protect her from the assault. But it was impossible to keep all of the reporters at bay.
"How do you feel after accomplishing such a difficult task?" "What can you tell about yourself being a General at such a young age?" "Is it true that you and Revan had a romantic past?". What were these questions? Where did they come from? She had no idea and certainly, she was not answering any of them. And how exactly did the reporters came up with the idea of a 'romantic past'? That intrigued her. She couldn't tell the truth, of course. But still, she was interested in this question. Has someone spied on them? No, it would be senseless. Every time she and Revan sneaked out of the Enclave, they made sure nobody followed them. Not even Alek or Meetra knew about their little secret. So how did the reporter came up with this question?
Bastila shrugged her shoulders and chuckled slightly. This was certainly a 'reporter's fantasy'. She had nothing to worry about.
But this question woke up in her plenty of painful memories. Again. She found herself not listening to her surroundings. Instead, she was thinking of her 'romantic past' with Revan. A flashback of her last 'meeting' with the Dark Lord came back to her. And this thing he told at the end. That he loved her. Bastila again was on the edge of tears. She closed her eyes to not let them fall. Luckily, no one noticed it.
She tried to get rid of painful thoughts and here in help came few reporters. As for once, they turned out to be useful. For the next few hours, she was forced to talk about her mission. She skipped few details of course. Some things are better to leave untold she thought. And this 'interview' effectively kept her from any thoughts of Revan. Though she could come up with few more interesting things to do.
First of all was a hot bath. She had a shower not that long time ago but nothing could be compared to laying in the hot, burning water. Bastila almost drooled at the image.
Next thing was her bed. Her own, soft bed, where she could wriggle as much as she wanted. Her mattress on the ship was very small. She didn't have much space to sleep in any position she wanted. And when she comes back to her room in the Temple, she would finally get some good sleep.
Bastila smiled at the nice thoughts. She could handle it. There were left only a few more hours and she would be safe back in her own room. She could survive the media until this time.
They were on Coruscant. He sensed that. He mostly felt a large presence of the Jedi. And Capital of the Republic was the only place with so big amount of the Knights.
He felt them as well. His guards. They were with him, though imprisoned. Just like him. They were always at his side. Since the Mandalorian wars. They wouldn't abandon him. Even if that meant certain death.
The Jedi presence started to grow. They were approaching the Temple, he assumed. But he did not care. He was safe.
Actions of the last hours almost cost him his life. This what he had done was extremely exhausting. But it was worth it.
Right now he had to focus on regaining some of his consciousness. If the Council sees that he hadn't wake up, they wouldn't be so gentle with his mind. He gathered all the Force he could at this moment and pushed himself back to his mind and body.
Revan slowly lifted his eyelids. The first thing he saw after over a day of laying unconscious was light. Extremely bright, white light, that caused him to shut his eyes immediately.
He tried to use his hands to wipe his face. But he found them strapped to something. Something above his head. He tried to open his eyes again. This time more cautiously.
Now he noticed something more. A force field. Glowing with an orange color. He opened his second eye.
Then he saw a room. A very small one at this matter. There was no bed. Only one chair and a table. He tried to move his legs, but they disobeyed his orders. They were strapped as well as his hands. Revan sighed. The Council truly had to hate him. And hatred leads to the Dark Side, they say. Hypocrites. He cursed them in his spirit and tried to make out some details outside the force field.
He noticed other cells with a similar field. And he saw in them his most trusted men.
Revan smirked and reached for the Force to take off his restraints. But he found out that he couldn't find it. At this point, he began to panic. Have the Jedi already stripped him from the Force without him knowing it? Have they already raided his mind? But then he felt something cold around his neck. He laughed at his foolishness and blindness.
A neural disruptor. A device that caused his mind to be unable to focus and in consequences – separated him from the Force.
His laughter caught the attention of other prisoners.
"Good morning General" one of them spoke. Revan recognized his voice. Rex. He didn't answer though. He just nodded.
"Was all of this part of your plan, my Lord?" another man spoke. This time it was Wolfie. One of the greatest pilots of his fleet.
"Not exactly" Revan sighed. He had to admit that their position sucked at least. At this point, there was nothing they could do.
"So what do you plan to do next General?" the third man spoke. Fox. Revan looked around the room their cells were located in. Surprisingly, he did not find any camera. He smirked under his nose.
"Right now we follow the scenario, that Jedi prepared for us. If they want to play a game, then we shall accept their challenge" he answered. The truth was that he didn't have any plan right now. He only assumed of what could happen next. But nothing was sure. Though he had to keep a good spirit amongst his men.
"Yeah and this scenario will be an execution" Fox answered. They were the only ones who dared to question his words. But it was more of a friendly arguing than insubordination. They were often sparring like this. But now Fox's voice lacked the playful tone. It was a serious one.
"Ah, ah, ah, don't forget of the Jedi Code, Fox" Revan teased. "The Jedi value all life. Execution is something that will not meet us" he reasoned. Fox at this point only hissed.
Their further talk was disrupted when the doors to the room opened and few Jedi Masters came in.
Revan looked at the quests and grinned evilly. He decided to tease them a little and check how far their self-control can go.
"Hello Atris" he spoke to the woman standing at the front.
Revan was tossed back to his cell, his arms and legs chained. He let out a groan and tried to lift himself into a sitting position.
"Well, that was quick" Rex spoke. The Dark Lord cast him a glance.
"Looks like the Jedi don't like a bit of teasing" he murmured, a sarcasm clear in his voice.
Revan would never think that, oh so mighty Jedi Council was so easily driven out of patience. And it took only ten minutes to break them. Some of the Padawans were more difficult to break. He would have laughed if his rib cage didn't protest so much. After two questions he was taken away by the soldiers.
His ribs were nearly broken. But they made sure to do not hit him that hard. Though still his bones were bruised and hurt with each breath he took.
"What did they do?" this time it was Wolfie who asked the question. Revan lifted his eyes and placed them on him.
"Let's just say that I have made them redefine the Code. Turns out that they have emotions after all" he smirked. Though he doubted if his actions were worth anything. He only made them mad and he didn't think it served for his own good.
"And they, in turn, made me redefine the definition of pain" he added. At that, his guards chuckled. But it was humorless and dry. All of them knew that they were most likely screwed.
"So I guess that they didn't take anything from you?" Fox asked. He was watching his leader intensively. Revan only shook his head.
"No. And next time they won't bother with questions" he answered. A silence fell upon them that was only disturbed by Revan's heavy breathing.
"So what is going to happen next?" Fox asked another question. One that all of them had in the back of their minds. Revan didn't respond at first. He alone did not know. Was their life as safe as he assumed at the beginning? And if it wasn't? It would mean he lied to his men. Something he couldn't agree with. No, there had to be some sort of escape.
"I don't know" Revan answered. At this, his companions one by one let out a resigned sigh. Their future was something impossible to foresee at this moment.
Bastila slowly woke up. It was a first sleep that brought her relief. Any thoughts of Revan were now gone as she came back to the Temple.
Oh, how she missed these walls. They were on this mission for no longer than a month but it seemed as an eternity for her.
She left her apartment and headed towards the Room of Thousands Fountains. This place always soothed her and helped her clear her mind. On her way there she passed few fellow Jedi Padawans, but she paid them no attention. They greeted her with a slight nod and she returned the gesture. Though she didn't stop for any talk.
When Bastila reached her destination, she immediately found a relief. This place always helped her to calm her mind and that's what she needed. She was taken care by the Jedi Mind Healers of course. Master Vrook made sure of it. He insisted on that in order to make sure that her Bond with Revan didn't cause any damage to her mind.
But no Jedi Mind Healer could compete with the magic that the Room of Thousands Fountains held. That was the only place in the entire Galaxy, where she could find peace so easily. Here the Force seemed almost as something material she could touch with her bare hands. Her mind wasn't pacing anymore in here. Even time seemed to slow down or even stop in that place. She could spend hours there, and she would be sure that only minutes have passed. It was also her favorite place to learn.
She came up to the nearest fountain. It was formed to look like a natural water system. Some small plants were placed around the pool. There were grass, little branches and even waterfalls that looked like the real ones. The liquid was perfectly clear. She could make out small fishes swimming in it. Bastila held out her hand and sank it in the water.
It was cold. But friendly cold. Her lips curled up in a smile. Bastila closed her eyes. First time in a month, she was at peace.
Okay here is another chapter. I hope you like it. I would like to say thanks to Aggiefan15 and JourneyRocks13 for reviews. I appreciate them a lot and I'm looking forward to more comments. If you liked this chapter and the whole story then make sure to add it to your 'favorites' and follow me to not miss any update. Till next time!
