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Chapter 25

Revan woke up with a feeling of something heavy on his chest. He looked down only to notice Bastila laying partially on him. He smiled at the sight. The woman slightly above him had a pleased expression on her adorable face. It had to be something pleasurable what she was dreaming about.

The man tried to stand up but he quickly found out that Bastila effectively pinned him to the bed. She had her arms wrapped tightly around his torso. The young Jedi was snuggled against the former Dark Lord, not letting him go. Her head rested on his chest.

Revan watched with a content stare the woman who was sleeping on him. She looked extremely beautiful. In the moments like that, he was almost forgetting about his duties and the sad reality that surrounded him. All that mattered was Bastila.

A small gasp escaped her slightly parted lips. Her grip on him tightened a little. Revan caressed her hair softly. Bastila relaxed at that. Whatever she was dreaming about must have subsided at Revan's actions, cause she let out another moan – this time a happy one, and her expression lightened visibly.

Revan watched her for few more minutes until he felt her stirring slightly. Bastila let out a quite loud yawn and lifted her head from his chest. She stretched her arms, releasing Revan from her grip. It took her a moment to realize where she was, but when she did a huge smile found its way on her lips. The man who slept next to her returned the gesture.

"Good morning, my dear" Revan greeted her when he noticed that her consciousness returned to her fully. Bastila smiled lazily at that.

"Good morning, my love" she replied. The young Padawan leaned in order to place a kiss on the former Dark Lord's lips. He met her in a halfway.

What was meant to be only a brief peck on the lips has quickly turned into a deep and passionate kiss. Their lips collided in a battle for dominance with tongues playing the biggest role in this combat. Their mouths were sparring with each other, as they used to in their younger years when they were training their lightsabers skills. Bastila trailed her tongue on his lower lip, tasting the man underneath her.

Revan surprised her when he caught her tongue in his teeth, biting the muscle slightly. It caused more stimulation than pain. Bastila gasped at that, though that sound was completely nullified by the man's lips. She brought her hand to her face to pull back a strand of her hair that was falling on Revan's cheek.

She felt his hands on her back, as they were making their way on her. His fingers trailed the small muscles that covered her from behind. She shuddered slightly when Revan passed the place where her breast bindings were. In the previous day's make-out session Bastila lost her robe that was laying now somewhere on the floor of her quarters, though she didn't mind where exactly.

Bastila let out yet another moan when Revan's tongue trailed the path between her front teeth and her upper lip. She parted her mouth from his own in order to take a breath. She did it with a loud gasp.

Revan used this opportunity to attack her neck. At first, he kissed her all the way down from her jaw to her collarbone. Then, when he found the one particular spot, he attacked it with his mouth. Revan sucked gently at the place where the neck and a shoulder met. He bitted this spot and trailed his tongue on it. Bastila shuddered at that and let out a small gasp.

Revan's hand found its way to her side. The man tickled her, increasing the sensation with the Force that he channeled through his fingers. Bastila shuddered again, moaning with pleasure. She, in response, trailed her own hands on his torso that was also naked. The young Padawan touched the sensitive nipples on his chest, earning a small tremble from the man under her.

Revan moaned at her actions against the crook of her felt him tightening his grip around her. He almost pierced her skin with his fingernails, but only almost. Though there would be a red mark on that spot later that day, that was sure.

The former Dark Lord moved his hands from her hips to the round of her hips, and even further to the back of her legs. He trailed his fingers on her amazingly shaped butt. After a moment of tickling her there, he gripped it firmly. Bastila gasped again.

She returned her mouth to his own, craving for the warmth of his lips on her own ones. When their lips collided she felt immediately his tongue entering her. She gladly accepted him, meeting him in a halfway. Revan's grip on her butt tightened even more.

Bastila smirked a little against the former Dark Lord's mouth. A few years ago she was ready to abandon the Jedi Order, only to be with the man she loved. Later these thoughts escaped her mind when Revan returned from the Mandalorian wars as the Sith Lord. If she felt something to him, she was going to protect the Republic, as she swore, even if that meant killing her beloved one. She was somewhat prepared for that.

And now she found herself in a heavy make-out session with the man that threatened to crush the Republic like a small fly. It took only a few kisses, deep and passionate ones, on Dantooine to make her abandon any thoughts about the rightness of the Jedi Code. She preferred expressing her feelings towards Revan than following the teachings of the Masters. And she did just that.

"What's so funny?" Revan muttered against her lips. Bastila grinned.

"Nothing" she replied quietly, trying to urge to continue. "Keep go…" she added but she was cut off by Revan's mouth attacking her own one.

The former Dark Lord really enjoyed this moment. He liked to fake that he was no one, that saving the Galaxy wasn't his biggest priority. He was pleased when any thoughts about his duties left his mind and the only that remained was his wish to have a family. And in the moments like that when he was with Bastila, he was able to achieve such state.

He moved his hands on her back up to her neck. Then he returned, stopping on the thin material of her breast bindings. Using the Force, he unclipped it with the slightest movement slid it down shoulders. He opened his eye in order to catch a glimpse of her magnificent and delicious breasts.

"I thought that Jedi are forbidden of such an act," a girlish voice said from behind them. It was followed by a small couple on the bed immediately broke apart. Bastila brought a quilt to cover herself. She pressed it tightly to her chest, while Revan remained motionless. He was staring at the ceiling, trying to calm himself down. He begged that Mission didn't notice his obvious arousal. Thankfully, a small part of Bastila's cover remained on his legs.

"And I thought that it's a commonly known habit of knocking before opening the doors" he spat back, not bothering to look at her. He earned yet another giggle from the blue Twi'lek.

"Yeah, not amongst the thugs of the Taris' Undercity" she replied. "Nevertheless, we'll be dropping out of hyperspace in few minutes. I thought you may want to now" Mission added, and with that, she was gone.

The couple remained at the same spot. Revan looked at Bastila and smiled slightly.

She wore an expression that clearly said, that Mission should fall dead to the floor where she stood a few seconds ago. The Padawan's brows were furrowed and her eyes cast lightning better than Revan did. But, surprisingly, her eyes didn't turn gold.

Bastila directed her gaze at the man that still remained underneath her and her expression visibly lightened. Still being wrapped in a quilt, she leaned forward and rested herself against Revan, playing with his not that long hair.

"I guess we will have to move our little session for a later time" she murmured softly, looking at the former Dark Lord with love and lust. Revan wasn't sure which feeling was stronger, though when Bastila ground her hips on his loins, he stated that the second one. He moaned quietly at her actions.

"But, as soon as we find the Star Map on Kashyyyk, we are going to continue from where we have finished" she added in the same lustful tone. To strengthen her words she ground against Revan's crotch once again, feeling the bulge that appeared there a few minutes ago.

"Didn't know that you have this side of yourself, Bastila" Revan muttered in response. At that comment, her confidence faded quickly.

"Wh… What side? I'm just enjoying the moment, that's it! There's no 'this side' in me" she stuttered in her self-defense. Revan chuckled slightly at that.

"Yeah, sure" he answered, grinning widely at her.

"I'm telling the truth!" she exclaimed. She was hushed by the man under her immediately. "I haven't seen you for four years" she added with a quiet tone. "You have no idea what such waiting can do to a woman. I'm turned on, and, as soon as we leave this planet, I'm going to satisfy myself. So be prepared, cause I'm not done with you yet" she said, pointing at him with her finger. Revan chuckled at that and placed a delicate kiss on her lips.


"We're dropping out in 3… 2… 1… welcome to Kashyyk" Wolfie announced through the ship communicator. Revan entered the cockpit, being closely followed by Bastila.

Through the viewport, they saw the homeworld planet of the Wookies. The green world that was a shelter for not only Wookies but also many different species. Many of them being extremely dangerous ones. They were commonly met in the Shadowlands where the Star Map was located in. Revan remembered what terrors the surface of Kashyyk hid. And he wished that he won't be forced to face them again. He was powerful, but some things can be superior even to the Dark Lord himself.

The green orb was approaching rapidly. The Ebon Hawk shook a little when they entered the atmosphere. Carth and Wolfie guided the ship through the thick layer of clouds. When they passed them, Kashyyk has shown all of its glory.

The mighty trees of Wroshyr grew for hundreds of meters up. In their crowns was where Wookies built their villages. And it was the only place where they were able to land.

The Rwookrrorro village was approaching rapidly. The capital of Kashyyk was where the Star Map was located, underneath it, precisely.

As they got closer, the more details came to their eyes. They were able to make out shapes of Wookies walking in every direction. The haired humanoid creatures were closely followed by humans dressed in dark vests with light-orange sleeves. The Czerka employees. Revan's face twisted in a scowl. He had a questionable pleasure of a close encounter with this Corporation during the Mandalorian wars, and after. And he regretted every second of that. The mere thought of having to work with them caused the former Dark Lord to grimace even more.

The Ebon Hawk shook when the crown of Wroshyr tree hooked against the bottom of the ship. The persons standing in the cockpit almost lost their footing. Bastila clenched tightly to Revan to hold her balance.

"Oops… sorry" Carth mumbled as he maneuvered the Ebon Hawk to stabilize its flight. The Rwookrrorro village started to come in sight. The landing pad was approaching rapidly. The wooden platform contained dozens of living beings, walking in every direction. As they got nearer and nearer, the blurred shapes started to turn into detailed figures. Wookies, Ithorians and Czerka slavers walked away from the center of the landing pad, as the ship began the descent.

Wolfie opened the loading ramp when the Ebon Hawk hit the solid ground.

"Welcome to Kashyyk" Carth announced as the ship stabilized. The engines went dead and the two pilots stood up to leave the cockpit. They followed Revan and Bastila walking behind them to the interior.

"We must hurry here," Revan said to the crew gathered in the main room of the ship. "Our target is located somewhere in the Shadowlands. Canderous, Rex, and Fox will go with me" he received a collective nod from the said men. „The rest stay here. Carth, you, Wolfie and T3 will stay in the ship. You must be prepared for the immediate take-off. We will be leaving this planet as soon as we can. We have no time to lose" again, he received a confirmative nod.

"And what are we supposed to do?" Bastila asked. Revan turned to her with a frown on his face.

"Well, you can enjoy your time on Kashyyk" he replied with a small smirk on his lips. "Okay, move on," Revan said to the rest of the crew.

The group of seven moved to the loading ramp, though Revan remained in the interior for a while longer. Carth moved back to the cockpit, while T3 headed towards the cargo hold. The former Dark Lord walked to the second pilot.

"Be cautious" Revan whispered. "I have a bad feeling about this place. Remain on the ship and be ready to leave" he finished.

"What's going on?" Wolfie asked with a worried expression. He knew his General for a long time to know what that tone meant.

"I don't like this place. Something's not right."

"Yes, sir" the pilot replied. Revan followed the rest of the crew to the exit of the ship.

They were all now on the landing pad. The former Dark Lord noticed the Czerka slavers gawking at them, probably due to the fact that there were representatives of Twi'lek, Cathar, and Wookie species – the species commonly sold as slaves. Czerka employees would certainly be interested in them.

Revan expected some customs officer, but none came. It was… uncommon, to say the least. On the spaceports, where Czerka was present, was always someone who collected the toll for landing. He looked around cautiously. The employees were still gawking at them. They tried to do it at the biggest discrete they could afford, only to fail miserably. The former Dark Lord saw them carefully preparing weapons, though most probably they were set to stun the enemy. He noticed also the metal nets and the harpoons. Unwillingly, he brought his hand to his right thigh. The memory of his capture by Mandalorians was still present in his mind, even though the wound has ended long ago.

"Prepare your weapons" he murmured towards his companions. As one, they looked around. Revan's message alerted them. The Czerka employees started to walk cautiously towards them. Revan unclipped his lightsabers carefully from his belt. He didn't turn them on though. He waited for their move.

He relaxed visibly when an Ithorian came to them. He was wearing a Czerka uniform, though he was unarmed. Revan loosened his grip on his lightsabers, clipping them back to his belt.

"Greetings to you!" the alien exclaimed in his native dialect. "Err... while I am pleased to welcome you to planet G5-623, I do not see your ship on my docking schedule," he said. Revan quickly understood what that meant.

The Czerka Corporation had strict rules when it came to the usage of the spaceports. If the ship was not registered in their database, they were supposed to neutralize it.

"I'm sure that the Ebon Hawk is somewhere there," Revan said, raising his hands in a self-defense pose. The ship's register is 34-P7JK. It must be somewhere in the docking scheduler" he added, waving his hand delicately. Fortunately, the Ithorian minds were easy to manipulate. The Czerka customs officer looked at them with the realization.

"Ah yes, the Ebon Hawk," he said, after Revan's little influence. "Davik Kang's ship. You are most welcomed to the Kashyyk, and the Rwookrrorro village" the Ithorian said in his native dialect. "But you must pay a docking fee. One hundred Credits" he added. Revan let out a small sigh. Even after a Force suggestion, the lust for money remained in the Czerka employees.

"Very well" Revan replied with yet another sigh, pulling out a Credit chip. "I will pay the one hundred Credit fee" he finished, handing the alien the money. The customs officer gladly accepted it.

"You are welcomed on Edean, trade designation G5-623. Czerka Corporation welcomes your business. We should discuss your interests in my office" the Ithorian said.

"I don't think it will be necessary" he replied. The Ithorian nodded his head in agreement.

"Very well, you are free to and on Kashyyk anytime soon," the Czerka customs officer said, bowing slightly. With that, he turned to leave the landing pad.

Revan watched for a few seconds more the fading shape of the Ithorian. The figure walked into the building that didn't look like any architecture of Kashyyk. It was a Czerka office. The former Dark Lord stated it after a number of different decorations that the building had. And after the Czerka logo hanging right above the entrance, of course.

Revan and his companions walked away from the landing pad. The wooden planks creaked under their feet as they marched across the Great Walkway. On their way, they passed several Czerka Patrol Guards who were still gawking at them with weapons at ready.

"Be cautious" Revan whispered to those who followed him. "We are not welcomed here" he added, looking around. The Czerka employees avoided his gaze, but he noticed the looks they've exchanged with one another.

"Kashyyk… my home" Zaalbar said in the Wookie dialect to no one particular, as he looked around. "I should have prepared myself for coming here."

"Big Z, are you okay?" Mission asked her friend. She patted him on his shoulder, even though it was too high for her to reach.

"I didn't leave Kashyyk voluntarily. I was fleeing from slavers… but there was more."

"What do you mean?" the blue Twi'lek asked with a concern in her tone. Revan listened from a distance. Apparently, Mission didn't know about Zaalbar's past as much as she thought.

"I am an Exile" the Wookie roared. Thankfully the Czerka employees didn't understand this dialect. "The slavers on Kashyyk only took me after I was forced to leave my village home, twenty years ago."

Exile, Revan thought. This one word made him think of Meetra. He wondered where she was sent. If she was still alive. In his opinion, the exile was the worst fate of all. Being forced to leave everything behind, not being able to come back. And Meetra's sentence was one of the most brutalRevan could imagine.

"Why were you forced to leave?" Mission asked.

"My brother made deals with the slavers and allowed them to get a foothold. I found out and attacked him. The fight was stopped, but my father did not believe me when I told him about my brother's actions. I was made an exile, disowned by my home and people. I should not be here. They will not accept me back."

"Why didn't your father believe you?" this time it was Bastila who got intrigued. Revan kept listening from a distance, making sure to watch the Czerka Patrol Guards who passed them by.

"When I attacked my brother I was so mad… I used my claws. You don't know what that means to a Wookie." Zaalbar replied. "Our claws are tools, not weapons. To use them in battle is to become an animal. It is madness without honor. I am forever a mad-claw in the eyes of my people. Nothing I say is to be trusted. They were right to cast me out" he growled.

"Time has passed. Things will have changed" Mission said, trying to comfort him.

"The slavers are still here… The dock is theirs. I doubt anyone has risen to try and fight. Nothing has changed" Zaalbar said with a growl that resembled a resigned sigh. "I just hope I can prove myself to my people. It will be difficult to make them listen. I just don't know."

"We'll deal with them, if we have to, right?" Mission asked the rest of their group. She had a pleading look on her face.

"We will," Bastila said, comforting the younger girl. In response, she earned a small smile from a blue Twi'lek. The Jedi Padawan looked in Revan's direction.

"What?" he asked when he noticed Bastila looking at him intensively. She also had a pleading expression, just like Mission. "Okay, okay. We will help" he said after he realized what the Talravinian woman meant.

They walked towards the wooden doors that separated the landing pad from the rest of the Great Walkway. The two Czerka employees were standing there, guarding the passage.

"Hold here, spacers," an old man said to them, as they approached the gateway. "Czerka Corporation doesn't recommend traveling in wild Edean. Katarn attacks are especially bad right now. Wookie hunters usually keep numbers down, but I think they leave certain areas infested, just hoping a Czerka Guard will get killed."

"I'm going past you. I paid the landing pad" Revan replied, not bothering to listen to the old man.

"I won't stop you, but you leave this area at your own risk. We're here to protect the company, not you" the Czerka Patrol Guard replied. He and his companion stepped aside, as the wooden doors lifted up, revealing the Czerka-free Great Walkway. The former Dark Lord walked through the passage, his companions following closely behind.

Just as they stepped through the doors, they were immediately engaged in combat against the Forest Kinraths. This variant of creatures was much more dangerous than the ones on Dantooine. They contained a venom. A venom that Revan required to overcome the Rakghoul disease.

Bastila shrugged unwillingly. She hated these hairy creatures. In her younger years, she had a much too close encounter with them. Far closer than she would want. It didn't help that Revan, Alek, and Meetra found this situation extremely funny and were laughing at her in place of helping her. For few days to follow this event, she didn't talk to any of the three of them.

They quickly made their way through the walking, hairy, spider-like creatures. They weren't any challenging opponents. The mindless insects pose no threat towards the group of highly skilled warriors. It wasn't long before the wooden walkway was emptied from the Kinraths.

Revan knelt next to one of the dead Kinraths. He took off a small dagger and a phial. With one swift movement, he cut the Kinrath's skin, earning the droplets of a green liquid. He placed the small phial under the cut he has just made and waited patiently for it to be filled.

When he stood up he noticed a confused look, Bastila gave him. Then he realized that he hadn't told her about his little… problem anyone. He replied with an expression that clearly said later. Fortunately, Bastila was the only one to notice his actions. She gave a nod, saying that she understood and that she was waiting for the explanation.

"Can you sense it?" Zaalbar asked the group with a loud breath. "The wind… the sound… the smells? I feel it all now that we are away from the spaceport. The walkway is new, probably built by the slavers, but I remember these trees. My village is not far from here" he said, looking around with something that resembled satisfaction. His muscles relaxed visibly, as he took another deep breath, taking great delight in Kashyyk's environment.

They continued down the Great Walkway. It wasn't long before they were halted by a dark-haired Wookie.

"You are not permitted to pass into the Shadowlands" the Wookie Guard growled in his native dialect. "Only Chuundar may allow you entry. Especially when you bring filth such as this with you. This mad-claw has no place here!" he exclaimed with an angry gesticulation of his arms. His gaze was focused on Zaalbar who remained at the back of the group. Revan heard his Wookie companion growling quietly under his nose.

"Who are you to question my place?" Zaalbar replied with an anger in his tone. "You follow Chuundar into the arms of the outsiders!"

"And yet you travel with the outsiders yourself!" the Wookie Guard exclaimed back. "Speak no more! Chuundar will decide if you are permitted to enter the Shadowlands!"

Revan rolled his eyes. Apparently, the quest for the Star Map on Kashyyyk wouldn't go as quickly as it did two years ago. But he could leave this issue to Bastila and the rest.

"Where is this Wookie I need to see?" Revan asked with an annoyance clearly heard in his voice. The Wookie Guard growled slightly with an anger at the human's tone.

"Watch your tongue!" he roared. "You are the outsider here!" the Wookie added, raising his vibroblade.

"I'm not someone who can be threatened" Revan whispered at the Wookie. He brought his ignited lightsaber to the Guard's throat. "Now, I ask you again. Where is this Wookie I need to see?"

"Speak with Chuundar in the Rwookrrorro village" The Guard replied, still with anger in his tone. "He will decide if you are worthy."

"Thank you," Revan said, turning off his lightsaber.

They followed the Wookie Guard through the wooden walkway. The platform was attached to the large trunk of the Wroshyr tree. The trunk was few meters wide, but it was near the crown, so here it was quite small, compared to those on the surface.

Eventually, they found themselves in the area inhabited only by Wookies. They followed the Guard who guided them to a large wooden cabin where even more Wookies were standing as the guards. After the Kashyyk inhabitants finished a talk that was accompanied by angry growls and gesticulation, the wooden door leading to the cabin was opened, allowing the group to walk inside the building.


Okay, so here the chapter ends. Huh, it's been a while since I have updated this story (at least after comparing it to other updates), but I have a lot of staff at the school and at home so you know. I'll try to post a new chapter at least once for a week, I promise. And, as always, I invite you to write a comment, leave a favorite and follow this story, as well as me as an author, cause, in few months, the sequel will show on this account, and later a prequel! But that in the future. See you in the next update, guys!