After a long hiatus, I'm back! So, for any of you that actually liked the story, and wanted to see more, here it is (: I'm aiming for a new chapter a day, so we'll try that. Please read and review, you'll make my day. (:
"Ugh…" Schuyler leaned over and emptied last night's dinner into the toilet, glad she had skipped breakfast when she started feeling bad. Although the food was somewhat fresh, the gunk from the synthesizer would have tasted better to her. At least she knew where that food came from. She finished washing up and knocked on the door, signaling to the officers outside that she was done. The door opened and three Republic officers were outside waiting on her. Holding out her wrists, the officer in front of her slipped the stun cuffs back on her wrists and gave her a small smile. She pursed her lips and he moved out of her way, as she walked back to her quarters down the hall. The doors opened to a familiar face.
"Get out. Now," she snarled, turning to the officers to unlock her cuffs.
"Now that's a great way to welcome an old friend. Solitary looks good on you." Jolee Bindo chuckled and sat down in an armchair across from the couch. She gritted her teeth and turned around, hearing the swooshing of the door closing behind her. She walked over to the couch and flopped down on it, closing her eyes and deciding to ignore him, hoping that he'd go away.
"I like this colour. What do they call it? Imprisonment gray? It certainly goes well with your steely persona and dark aura." He sighed when she wouldn't respond and started tapping his fingers. Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap…
"For the love of the gods, would you stop?!" Schuyler set up angrily, throwing the pillow from the couch at Jolee's head. He chuckled and waved his fingers, stopping it in midair.
"I can keep this up all day, girly. You want to get rid of me? Start talking. It wouldn't kill you to have a conversation with someone," he looked around the room and saw Carth's jacket haphazardly thrown in a corner of the room. "Especially, since you haven't talked to Carth in what? A month? Month and a half? It's been a while since I've seen that on him." He nodded towards the jacket, and she looked back. Her look became harder as she saw what he was talking about.
"You can take the damn jacket. Burn it, cut it up, do whatever the hell you want to with it. I don't give a damn."
"Really? So if I were to give it back to him, you wouldn't care?"
"Not in the slightest." The silence was deafening as neither one talked.
"Have you decided what you're going to do?" Jolee decided to break the silence, getting to the real reason why he had come.
"About what? Whether I'm going to go to trial so they can decide to execute me before I even get there or be retrained to be a mindless puppet of the Jedi Order? I'm comfortable enough right here."
"If you don't choose soon, they're going to make a choice for you." Jolee's voice was low, almost as if he was afraid that it was going to happen.
"Well maybe they can just wipe my memory and make me back into who I was before I found out." She replied angrily. Jolee opened his mouth as if to say something, and then shut it quickly. Schuyler knew what that meant; he had done it several times before. She rose up off of the couch quickly, balling her hands into fists.
"They actually considered it?!" She practically screamed. "After the absolute shit they put me through, they thought about going back and doing it again? I can't believe them! The hypocritical old fools! 'We are Jedi, we don't believe in hurting anyone,'" she said in a mocking voice. "No! Of course not! Not unless it does something to further their own agendas!" She picked up the lamp on the table next to her and threw it across the room, her eyes darkening. Jolee stood up, his hands out in front of him.
"It was talked about, but I, along with several other members vehemently decided against it. We knew it was wrong the first time, and we knew that if we decided to do it again, the consequences could be more severe."
"More severe?," she chuckled darkly. "I should have gutted all of you like the pigs that you are when I had the chance." She started walking towards him.
"Schuyler…Schuyler, I told you, it wasn't me. I voted against it. I've been trying to get you out ever since you've been in. Schuyler, listen to me!" He barked out. He grabbed her shoulders and looked directly into her eyes, softening his voice. "Lassie, this isn't you. This dark person who is angry all the time, isn't you. All of us are worried about you. Ever since Carth-" Schuyler wrenched out of his grip.
"Carth doesn't give a damn about me and he never will! Get out. Get out!"
"Schuyler-" Jolee tried to grab her shoulders again, but she pulled her right arm back and punched him in the jaw.
"Get away from me and don't come back!" He rubbed his jaw and walked to the door, knocking to signal to the officer that he was ready to leave. The door opened and the officer nodded at the Jedi. He turned back one more time.
"He loves you. I know what you think, but it's wrong. We all do. Nayama and I never had any children, but you were the only person who I would have considered to be like a daughter. We just want what's best for you." He turned back to the door and walked out. The door closed behind him and Schuyler curled up on the couch. She felt the moisture on her cheeks before she realized that it was coming.
Carth Onasi was in pain. It was obvious from the dark circles under his eyes that showed his lack of sleep to the hunch in his shoulders. Jolee noticed it right off when he walked in to see him.
"Hey Admiral, shouldn't you be leading a fleet right now?" He plopped himself down in one of the padded chairs across from the desk that Carth was sitting behind, a stack of papers in front of him. He looked up wearily at the Jedi.
"Jolee. I'd tell you to take a seat, but it looks as if you already have."
"I'm old. I can't wait for you young people to give me a seat. I should be the one telling you when to take a seat," he chuckled. The left side of Carth's mouth halfway twitched in what Jolee could only assume was his try at a smile. He looked back down at his paperwork, signing the bottom and pulling a new stack in front of him.
"I saw her." Carth looked up hopefully, and then looked back down. He opened and closed his mouth several times trying to figure out what to ask. Jolee watched and waited, knowing how hard this whole thing had to be for him. "She's alright. A little more temperamental than the last time I saw her, but alright." Carth nodded his head.
"Has she come to a decision yet?" He asked quietly, still looking at the paperwork in front of him. Jolee sighed and shook his head.
"No, not yet. I told her that if she didn't someone would for her. The Council tried to get some of us to think about wiping her mind again." Carth looked up sharply at him, his eyes angry. "I did say tried didn't I? It didn't pass. Although there were several of us who thought it wouldn't be a bad idea, even more knew it would be a bad idea." He nodded his head again.
"She's not going to decide is she?"
"No, I don't think so. The way she sees it, either she'll be sentenced to a death sentence when she goes to trial, or she'll be brainwashed by the Council to do their bidding. She doesn't want either one."
"Can't exactly blame her, can you?" Carth said quietly. Jolee was silent. "I should've stopped all of this. I saw her slipping and I didn't do anything. I sat there and kept hoping that things would get better. Damn it! Why didn't I do anything?"
"Sonny, you can sit here and play the blame game with yourself all night, but it won't change the facts. Fact is, she chose everything that's led her here. The only thing you could've done was to be there for her and support her, and that's what you did. You can't-"
"Bantha shit!" I could've done something. She went out and she…she…" He put his head in her head and closed his eyes. "She spared all of us. Why? A Sith Lord wouldn't do that. Why would she do everything she did? That's not her. That's not Sky."
Jolee shook his head, knowing that if he told Carth what he had discovered while with her, his world would be turned upside down. But it did involve him. If he sent him down there to talk to her himself…He had a sneaking suspicion that she didn't know either. But it wasn't his place. Was it? He hadn't told everyone that he knew that she was Revan in the beginning…not that it would have helped anything. Would it have made a difference though?
"Jolee? You still with me?" He shook his head. He'd wait to tell until later; It wasn't his place to say anything yet.
"Sorry sonny. Just thinking. I don't know why she did everything, but if there's one thing Revan was known for during her time way back when, it was her skills as a master tactician."
"You think she organized all of this?"
"I do. And I think that she had this planned long before we got to the Rakatan planet."
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