Chapter Two: The Places You Go and The People You Meet
Revan groaned as she slowly returned to consciousness, her head pounded, her throat was dry and her body itched something horrendous.
Opening her eyes revealed her location to be dingy cell; the sandy floor held a chill and the rough stones looked to be almost moist. Looking around, Revan spotted a rickety table and stool, a clay cub. To her left were a skull and a couple of bones. Revan sighed, how did she get into these messes?
Standing up, she noticed just what she was wearing. Sack cloth! It was horrible, itchy and a disgusting green/grey. Revan grimaced, so much for her holiday! Grumbling under her breath, she moved towards the door, wondering if she could use the Force to pick the lock and get out the damn cell and continue on with her well deserved holiday.
Before she could even think of probing the primitive lock with the Force, a nasty voice assaulted her ears. Looking at the loathsome creature sneering at her, Revan felt her hand start to twitch. After a brief inner struggle, which ended when the cretin told her she would die here, Revan gave in to the urge and started to Force Choke the SOB.
Revan snickered in delight as she gleefully watched the bothersome worm squirm, futilely trying to draw in a breath. Her entertainment was interrupted as the sound of approaching footsteps echoed down the corridor and flickering shadows were cast on the wall to her front right. With a sad sigh the Sith Lord released the technique and got the added pleasure of seeing the pathetic being scramble away from her in fear.
In much better spirits, Revan moved to the dubious looking stool and sat down and tried to look as elegant and superior as one could when dressed in disgusting sack cloth garments complete with rusty iron cuffs.
Voices came closer making Revan pull a haughty face, it didn't matter if she was in some grungy unknown dungeon, she was the Dark Lord of the Sith and just because she was on vacation didn't mean she couldn't unleash a can of whoop ass!
Her curiosity was piqued when the guards started bitching about her person being in this particular cell, ordering her to stay where, the three soldiers and one old man entered. Running her eyes over the group, she noticed the guards moved in the graceful way of master warriors and the old fart was in a rich brocade with one of the most powerful Force sensitive artefacts she'd ever seen, and she'd seen a quite a few.
The old fart was staring at her and Revan felt her left eyebrow start to twitch. Before she acts on her instincts to zap the bunch of morons and loot their charred corpses, the old fogey started to speak.
"You... I've seen you before..."
Revan raised an eyebrow, the twitchy one, she knew she'd never seen the man before, she'd never been on this shit hole world before!
He muttered something about this being the day and assassins, but Revan really wasn't listening; her attention was on the captain as she was poking at bricks as if looking for a secret passage. When the majority of the brick wall swung open, the other eyebrow joined its buddy on their journey to her hair line.
The group quickly entered the passage way and disappeared into the gloom. Once she was sure they were gone, Revan quickly jumped up with a happy dance and made her bid for freedom.