Chapter Fourteen: Morning on theEbon Hawk

Juhani stepped inside the kitchen, seeing Revan standing in front of the micro-oven, strumming her fingers against the countertop. "Morning," Revan smiled.

Juhani smiled and nodded, pulling a plate out of the cupboard. "How did you sleep last night?"

Revan didn't answer. Juhani turned and looked at her friend. Was Revan… blushing? "Revan?"

"Huh?—Oh, sorry," Revan said. "I, uh, slept fine."

"Good," Juhani replied. "These beds are terribly uncomfortable." She opened the refrigerator and looked for something to eat. "Where's Carth?"

"Probably still sleeping," Revan replied. Her grin got even wider and she muffled a giggle. "He, uh, had a rough night."

Juhani looked over at Revan. Her face was almost the shade of Canderous's vest, and her grin could have split her face in two. Glee and joy radiated from the former Sith Lord, so much so Juhani was certain even the non-Force sensitive could feel it.

"Are you okay?" Juhani asked.

Revan almost giggled the answer. "I'm fine."

"I've never seen you this happy before."

Revan looked at Juhani, her eyes brighter than usual. "Is that bad?"

Juhani shook her head. "I just… have not seen you truly happy since you finished your Jedi training on Dantooine."

Revan shrugged. "I get in my moods."

Something pushed against Juhani. She let out a yelp and heard a Carth's voice apologize. Turning her head, she saw Carth squeeze past her, wrap his arms around Revan's waist, pull her into a backwards embrace, then plant a kiss on her neck. "How'd you sleep?" Carth whispered.

Revan giggled. "Just fine. And you?"

"Never better," Carth grinned. He kissed her neck again.

Juhani cringed. But like a bad swoop wreck, she continued to watch.

Revan brought a hand up and stroked his beard, tilted her head to the side and smiled up at Carth. The emotions Revan had been broadcasting doubled, which Juhani didn't think was possible. She decided to leave the kitchen before the feelings got any stronger—or worse.

Jolee frowned as Juhani walked back into the common area with nothing. "I'm not as hungry as I thought," Juhani explained, sitting down next to the Jedi.

"Did you see the way Carth walked into the kitchen?" Mission whispered. She leaned over and tried to see what Carth and Revan were doing. "Why's he actin' like that?"

Canderous snorted. "Maybe he got laid."

"Thank you," Jolee said, "for bringing the level of this conversation down a few grades."

Canderous shrugged. "I call 'em as I see 'em."

A few seconds later Carth exited the kitchen. He smiled good morning to everyone, then had a seat.

Everyone at the table stared back, eyes wide.

Carth's brow furrowed. "What?"

"Query," HK-47 said, "are you feeling all right, Republic meatbag?"

"Never better," Carth answered. "Why?"

"Observation: Your personality this morning is 89.5 percent more pleasant, 56 percent more cheerful, and 74.25 percent more smug than usual," HK answered. "You are also curling your slimy, mucus-covered lips and blowing air out of your mouth, creating a high-pitched frequency meatbags refer to as 'whistling.' Seeing that you have not yet had your daily requirement of six cups of caffa, nor do I detect that you are intoxicated with an alcoholic substance, this strange exhibit of behavior requires me to inquire about your mental status."

Carth blinked. "I, uh, I'm fine, HK."

"Just 74.25 percent more?" Revan asked, exiting the kitchen with her and Carth's breakfast.

"Statement: It is a rough estimate, Master."

Breakfast was relatively uneventful. Whenever Revan or Carth caught someone staring, they stared back, only to have that person avoid eye contact. Nothing was talked about, everyone quiet. Juhani, Mission, and Zaalbar were the first to finish, leaving the common area. When Jolee finished and started to leave the room, Revan jumped up and rushed to his side. "I, uh, need to talk to you."

"Of course, my dear," Jolee said, pulling her off to the side. "You ready to tell me about that dream you had?"

"Which one?" Revan snorted. She closed her eyes. "This… this is…" She sighed. "I had a vision last night, I think."

"You think?"

"I'm not sure what it was, really." Revan bit her lip. "I thought it was a Force imprint, then I thought it was a regular dream…" She shook her head. "I… I just need—"

Jolee wrapped a protective arm around her shoulder. "Come. Let's find a place where we can talk."

Carth watched as Revan and Jolee walked down the hall. He finished his caffa, then stood up and headed for the cockpit. "Oh, incidentally. Canderous?"

"Yeah?" the Mandalorian said.

"Remember you told me that you heard how Jedi use the Force during foreplay?"

"Yeah. What of it?"

Carth grinned. "They use it the rest of the time, too."

Revan and Jolee sat cross-legged on the floor of Revan's quarters. The lights were turned off, only soft candles illuminating the room. Revan started off by telling Jolee of the vision she had of Malak and her.

"You were lovers?" Jolee said. Revan nodded. "I assume you told Carth?"

"Not exactly the way I wanted to," she sighed. "Carth said he wasn't angry, which was a relief. He told me that it didn't surprise him. It doesn't surprise me, either."

"Why?" Jolee asked.

Revan shook her head. "At the time, I didn't know, really." She thought of the visions from the previous night. "I… I still don't fully know. I have a better idea, I think…"

"I'm listening."

Revan sighed. "It's… complicated… and… embarrassing."

"How is it embarrassing?"

Revan's face flushed. "The memories trigger when I do something that subconsciously reminds me of something I did as Darth Revan."

"That's our working theory," Jolee said.

"Last night…" Revan pinched the bridge of her nose. "Oh Force, how do I say this? Carth and I… last night… We… We, uh… We…"

Jolee raised an eyebrow.

"Well, we were… together," she said. "And, I mean… There was all this… pent up… frustration… The two of us… needed a release… And, uh…"

"The word you're looking for is 'sex.'"

Revan's face flushed even deeper. "Um… yeah," she softly said. "That."

"So you had sex," Jolee said. "And you had visions during it?"

Revan nodded. "I… I kept trying to fight them."

"What did you see?"

"Memories of me and Malak… Our first time… together."

Jolee nodded. "And that's what has you troubled? You're not sure if that was—"

"Not that, no," Revan said. "I was able to keep most of it suppressed. I kept… forcing myself to focusing on Carth. The second time we did it, the visions weren't as strong and vivid. The third time was just like the second…"

Jolee blinked. No wonder Carth had a spring in his step. "Did you tell Carth?"

Revan shook her head. "No, he… he thinks I didn't see anything."

"Why does he think that?"

Revan's face fell. "Because I lied when he asked me."

Jolee shook his head. "So what exactly has you troubled vision-wise?"

Revan pinched the bridge of her nose again. "I woke up from a dream… But I don't know if it was a dream." She sighed. "I… I was on the Leviathan, and I witnessed Malak ordering the destruction of Telos. I had nothing to do with it. He… He ordered Telos destroyed because they wouldn't listen to him, wouldn't bow to the Sith. Malak ordered Telos destroyed to show the galaxy that he wasn't a push-over like me… that he would kill innocent people because he felt like it. I screamed for him to stop, but he didn't hear me. Then… then I was on the surface, running. I had a little girl in my arms. I just kept running and running… But then…" Her voice trailed off.

"Then what?"

"She… spoke to me," Revan said. "I… I didn't think it was her until she… she spoke to me directly…"

"Didn't think it was who?" Jolee asked.

Revan's eyes focused on a spot on the floor. "I… I think I saw Morgana…"

Jolee was puzzled. "Who's Morgana?"

"My wife."

Revan looked up, then jumped and gasped. Carth was standing in the doorway, looking directly at her.