Part 3 is a little shorter than the others, mostly because there wasn't a lot to say about this and I didn't want to leave the similar topic pattern I seem to have established. So, again, I do not own these characters or the game, Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic, that this is based on. Thank you and enjoy!
"Oak! Come back!" Someone behind me started yelling over the wind. I couldn't tell who it was, my ears were ringing and my head was spinning. I starting to feel like I was running in circles, but I didn't stop. I had to reach it. There was just something there that needed to be found, and I was going to get to it.
I'm not really sure what happened next. The last thing I remember is a numbness swirling throughout my body, warming what this cold weather had frozen. My eyes snapped shut and I struggled to open them, but I could not. My breathing stopped, and I gasped as I kept running to the gray speck that I now could not see. I finally stopped running and collapsed onto the snow, my numb arms suddenly shivering violently.
Cold leather enclosed me and I just lay there limply as I was lifted off the ground. I heard voices shouting my name and I finally slipped out of consciousness.
When I woke up, I was laying in my bunk back on the Ebon Hawk. "What the…" I trailed off as I sat up and hit my head on the ceiling above me. "Stupid ceiling" I mumbled as I let myself fall back into the bunk. I lay for a few more minutes as the stinging pain in my head subsided. You would think I would have learned by now not to sit up so fast when sleeping on this ship. When I had enough energy, I finally pulled myself out of the bunk, careful this time as to not ram my head into the ceiling again. That's just what I would need, two concussions. I smiled as I thought to myself.
"You look very happy for someone who just hit their head on the ceiling…again." Carth's voice echoed some form of cruel humor as he smiled at me from the doorway. How long had he been standing there? Where was he? Did the others find him on their way back to the ship? Was he hurt? So many questions rushed through my head I had trouble thinking clearly, so I went with the simple approach.
"Hi." I thought that was nice and simple.
"So Revan, you thought you could run away from your group did you? You lead them into the middle of nowhere and then you start to run away from them?" He was angry, and he called me Revan. Heat swept through me, but it wasn't warming. It was burning fury. "Some of those people actually care about you Revan! Hell, everyone on this ship does care about you! Why are you trying to get everyone, including yourself killed?"
"Listen Carth," I tried to keep my voice steady, but it was hard through clenched teeth. "I am not Revan anymore so you need to stop calling me that."
"Or what? Will you stab me with your light saber? Chop off my head? Come on, do your worst!" His voice dripped with venom.
"CARTH, STOP! I DON'T WANT TO CHOP OFF YOUR HEAD! I ACTULLY CARE ABOUT YOU AND I DON'T WANT TO HURT YOU OR ANYONE ELSE ON THIS SHIP! I'M SORRY IF I DID, BUT THERE IS NOTHING I CAN DO ABOUT IT NOW!" I finally let my anger take over, and I one sweep, I had grabbed my light saber off the table in the corner of the room and walked around Carth.
My fury kept me walking until I reached the supply room, but once there, I realized that I had stormed out of the previous room like a spoiled 5-year-old. Or like Bastila. Either way, it was wrong of me to do. Well, there is one way to at least try and make this right. I grabbed a small amount of food, just enough for one day, two days if I only ate a cracker or two whenever I got hungry.
I walked across the ship and without saying a word to the other crew members who sat in the main hold, I exited the Hawk.