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Chapter 1: Reunions
Dantooine: 1000 years later…2 years after the battle on the Star Forge
The young man sat on a hilltop underneath a tree, overlooking the landscape. He had tan skin, black hair that almost reached down to his eyes, and strong features that were unbecoming of a Jedi Consular. Beyond him lay a sprawling, crumbling edifice – the ruins of the Jedi academy.
He came to this spot often to think and meditate. Though he did not destroy the academy, it served as a gloomy reminder to him of the destruction he caused as the Dark Lord of the Sith. His memories had been slowly returning ever since the Star Forge, although much was still forgotten. Nevertheless, Revan had sworn to himself that he would never again fall to the dark side. For the sake of the Republic, the Jedi, and the one he loved the most, he would remain faithful to the light.
Ever since the death of Malak and the defeat of the Sith, Revan had worked with the Republic and the Jedi to rebuild what had been destroyed in the Civil War. As he sat there staring at the ruined enclave a voice startled him from behind.
"Brings back memories, doesn't it?" asked a soft, feminine voice.
Revan spun around and the person he saw almost made him jump out of his skin.
"Bastila!"
He had barely stood up before she leapt into his arms and held him in a tight embrace, and he instantly hugged her back. When he finally pulled away Bastila pulled him down into a long, passionate kiss that Revan wanted to last forever. When they finally broke apart, Revan just stared down into those deep, ocean blue eyes he had grown to love. He could feel her love flowing into him through the bond they shared.
"I… I missed you, Bastila," he said softly.
"I missed you too, Revan." It had almost been six months since the two had seen or even spoken to each other. Their duties had decreed they be separated for some time. Rebuilding the galaxy had left little time for love.
"When did you get back from Coruscant?" he asked.
"Just this morning," she responded. "When I got back the first thing I did was ask for you. When no one knew, I assumed you might come here. And when I felt you through our bond, I knew I was right."
"And let me guess," he added, "you hid your presence from me so I would not feel you coming? You did a good job."
"I didn't startle you too badly, did I?" she asked smiling at him.
"Oh, not at all. And you know how much I like surprises. Especially ones like this. Here, come with me. We have a lot of catching up to do."
The two Jedi walked hand-in-hand along the hills of Dantooine. The planet had only just started to be resettled and the lack of people afforded them privacy. Together they filled each other in on all that had happened while they had been apart. When they finally stopped walking they settled underneath a tree beside a little waterfall, where Bastila told Revan about her time with her mother.
"I went back to Coruscant and sought her out. When I found her she was not in good condition. The doctors were surprised she had even lasted that long. She fought strongly. I think she did it because she wanted to see me again." She spoke with a melancholy tone in her voice.
"And how long were you able to be with her?"
"Only about three months. I told her I loved her, often. She never hesitated to say the same to me. In the end, though, there was so little time. If only I had more time…" Revan could tell she was fighting to hold back tears.
"But you had enough time to heal old wounds, did you not?"
"Yes."
"Did you tell her about…?" Revan began.
"…Malak?" She finished his sentence for him. "Yes. I told her all about my betrayal, how I did it and did it gladly. How it was my love for you that hastened my fall and in the end brought me back. I was so afraid that she would reject me or at the least be angry with me." She spoke with increasing sadness.
"Did she?" Revan asked, feeling her sadness through the bond.
"No. She accepted me fully. She seemed to understand. And when I asked her why she accepted this she told me…" now she was crying. "She told me that I would always be her daughter and nothing could change that. She said she knew I would make mistakes, but that I would be able to make the right choices when they really mattered. She told me that know matter what she would always love me, and that the fact that I turned away from the dark side is what mattered most."
Revan wrapped his arms around her and rested her head on his chest, letting her tears fall on his robes. He gently caressed her cheek and let his comfort pour into her through their bond.
"I miss her so much, Revan," she muttered through the tears.
"I know. Always remember though, Bastila, there is no death, there is the force. Your mother will still live on as long as you remember her and love her in your heart." He was unsure if this sounded too cliché, but he spoke straight from the heart.
"Yes, you are right, and I know I am fortunate to have even known my parents." She referred to the fact that Revan had never even known his parents.
"Well, it's harder to have something and then have it taken from you then to never have it to begin with."
"I suppose. It's just that being a Jedi can be so…so difficult. People tend to think you're a god when sometimes all you are is an ordinary person who knows a few magic tricks."
"I promise you, Bastila, you are much more than that," said Revan earnestly.
"I know. I was just saying that some people expect us to be above normal feelings when we're not." By this time she had stopped crying.
Revan used his thumb to wipe away her tears and took her hand in his. He bent forward and kissed her softly. When he pulled away she was smiling. He just noticed the sun was starting to set.
"Come on," he said. "We should be heading back." He gently pulled her up with him and the two walked back toward the settlement. By the time they got back it was almost dark.
Upon reaching the Khoonda settlement they decided to relax in the cantina. Revan insisted on paying for both drinks, although it took some arguing with Bastila for her to agree. As they sat together in the dimly lit room listening to the soft music they got into a conversation about the rest of their friends whom they had parted from.
"Well, Juhani is with the council on Coruscant on some new assignment," said Revan. "Jolee is off doing who knows what. Mission and Zaalbar went back to Taris, I think. Carth Onasi, or should I say Admiral Onasi, is heading the restoration effort on Telos. He and his son have also been trying to regain their lost time."
"And what of our Mandalorian friend?" asked Bastila.
"Canderous has gone to Dxun. He has taken up the mantle of Mandalore. I believe he is trying to reunite the clans."
"Well, he certainly has his work cut out for him. I guess that one will never tire of fighting. Which reminds me – is our bloodthirsty droid still around?"
"HK-47? Of course! That droid is way to amusing to let go. Besides, it's not as if I can simply 'throw him away'. He's grown frustrated lately, though. The lack of bloodshed is starting to get to him."
"Oh really? And where is he now?"
"He and T3-M4 are guarding the ship as we speak."
Behind them they heard the cantina door open followed by an excited shout.
"Hey, you two lovebirds!"
Revan and Bastila both turned in the direction of the voice and their jaws practically dropped off.
"Mission? What are you doing here?" asked Bastila.
"Zaalbar had enough of her, so he told me to drop her off with you," responded a joking voice. Revan looked behind Mission.
"Carth! Force, how on Dantooine did you find us?" he asked.
Carth and Mission walked over to them with smiles wide enough to split a planet.
"Actually, we didn't even know you were here," explained Mission. "Well, we knew you were on Dantooine, but when we couldn't find you we decided to come here to take a break, and turns out you're here."
"Where's Zaalbar?" Revan asked.
"Oh, he decided to return to Kashyyk. He's trying to rebuild his tribe after what happened with Czerka. He offered to let me come, but I refused. Not that I don't like the place, but the tall trees and jungles can get boring after a while. That is if the stench of the Wookies doesn't drive you off first."
"Or the Kinraths," added Carth. "And she really wanted to see you again. Since I had to come to Dantooine anyway, I decided to bring her along."
"Well, it's wonderful to see the both of you again," said Bastila. "Come and sit down."
Mission and Carth pulled up two more chairs and sat down. Revan decided to pay for their drinks, too, which took some more arguing with Carth. The four sat for hours talking and telling each other of their adventures after the destruction of the Star Forge. Revan asked Carth about Telos, and it turned out keeping the peace was as hard as winning the war.
"With the destruction of Peragus by who knows what, Telos, lost the bulk of its fuel supply. I don't know what we're going to do. I just hope it doesn't come to abandoning the project."
"We'll help you in any way we can, Carth," assured Revan. "But what caused the destruction of Peragus?"
"Some freak explosion, which is odd because the only thing that could cause an explosion is blaster fire, and blasters are prohibited from Peragus. That leads to the bigger question: why would someone be shooting off blasters in Peragus?"
"What kind of blaster fire?" queried Revan.
"Oh, that's even better. Scientists are saying that only ship-to-ship blaster fire could have caused an explosion like that."
Revan and Bastila just stared down for a while, not knowing what to make of this. Bastila finally asked "Why would a ship battle be taking place on Peragus?"
"I don't know," said Carth. "But I don't like it. I hope this turns out to be just a freak accident." He looked at the time. "We should probably leave. I think we could all use some sleep. I'll tell you the rest in the morning."
"You can stay on the Ebon Hawk, if you want," suggested Revan.
"Thanks, but I've got my own ship."
"What about Mission?"
"Could I stay with you?" she asked.
"Mission …" began Carth.
"Don't worry, Carth," assured Revan. "We'll be happy to let her stay. We've got the room anyway. Come with us, Mission."
Carth said goodnight to them and went his own way. As the other three walked back to the Ebon Hawk Mission passed the time by talking about her time on Taris. When they got there they were greeted by a robust HK-47.
"Statement: Welcome back master." He looked at Bastila and Mission. "Comment: Ah, so these two meatbags show up again. Eager query: Would you like me to blast them now, master?"
"No, HK, lower your rifle. Let Mission on the ship. She's our guest tonight."
"Indignant resignation: As you wish, master."
"Same old, loveable, HK-47," commented Mission sarcastically.
"Go ahead on the ship, Mission. Bastila and I need to talk."
She nodded and walked up the ramp. When she was gone Revan turned to Bastila.
"HK, please report to the cargo hold, for a moment." The frustrated droid turned and left. "So you want to stay on my ship, tonight, Bas?" asked Revan.
Bastila smiled at him. "I would be honored, my love. Now, what was it you wanted to ask me?"
"Um, yes," he responded. "I didn't want to alarm Mission, so I decided to ask you this in private. Do you think that Peragus was caused by the… by the… Sith?"
"I hope not. I am concerned, though Revan. I have felt disturbances in the force lately. The Republic could not find the Sith after they were driven back into the unknown regions. If they wanted to regroup, they have had time to do it. I just hope that isn't the case."
"Well, we'll have to wait and see. But don't worry yet, Bastila. Whatever this threat is, we'll face it together, as we've always done."
"Yes, I like that plan," she said with a smile.
She leaned forward and kissed him lightly before wrapping him in an embrace. The two held each other for some time before climbing into the Ebon Hawk, preparing to face the next day.
Well, what do you think so far? This is my first attempt at writing a fanfic, so please R&R! Suggestions are welcome. I'll be sure to update soon, although that's going to be tough with spring break being over soon and my annoying graduation project to do :( .