Revan blinked her eyes open, and was greeted by Veras, Meetra, and Alek standing over her bed. She asked, "What's going on?"

"You've been unconscious for the past four days, soldier." Veras said. "I was ordered be Admiral Dodonna to watch over you and your friend until you both had woken up."

"Is Bastila alright?" Revan asked, sitting up almost instantly.

Alek chuckled, and said, "Looks like you were right about Revan, Meetra."

"Give her a break, Baldy." Meetra replied.

"Whoa, what's gotten into you? Not going to join in like usual?"

"She and Bastila could have died if we hadn't heard them hit the ground, Baldy."

Meanwhile, Veras said, "Shan is still unconscious last I heard. That was about fifteen minutes ago."

"I can't sense anything from her." Revan said, "I Can't sense anything at all."

"What do you mean you can't sense anything coming from Bastila?" Alek asked, before laughing and asking, "Do you have a bond with her, Revan?"

"Why can't I sense anything!" Revan asked, turning to Meetra.

However, it was Veras who replied, "You were hit with a potent nerve gas. It knocked you and Shan out. It was used by Dark Jedi Hunter units in the Exar Kun War for its ability to block a Force user's abilities."

"How did Johnson get his hands on it?" Revan asked.

"We don't know. It's a heavily controlled substance, and only three worlds are known to have the materials necessary for its manufacture. Every source on them is heavily monitored, so they'd know if even a drop of one of the components went missing. There have also been no reports of transport vessels of the components, or the resultant gas, being attacked and losing some of it."

"Why is the gas kept?" Revan demanded, glaring at the man.

"Just in case there's another big war with the Sith." Veras replied. "Anyways, since you're awake, you should make sure that you are in acceptable condition for another mission." as he left the room.

Before Revan could even get to her feet, Alek asked again, "Do you have a bond with Bastila?"

"Give Rev a break." Meetra said, tossing her friend her weapons. As they bounced off of her torso, Revan said,

"I'm not exactly at my best currently, Meetra."

"Well, you'll need to get combat-ready pretty soon. We've got more missions to do before going back to Coruscant."

Revan was silent, then said, "What if we don't go back?"

"What!" Alek said.

"What if we stay here, and fight. Do what Jedi are supposed to do, protect people. We can make a difference in this world's fate. We could help the cathar drive these mandalorian bastards off their homeworld."

"Rev, you know we can't do that. That would get all of us exiled." Meetra said.

"Better we are exiled, than the Republic falls due to inaction."

"You aren't thinking straight, Revan." Alek said, "The Council will let us go to war soon enough."

"Baldy's right. We aren't ready to go to war yet. Remember, you've still got to get the girl."

Revan shook her head, and said, "She's still a minor, Meetra. It'll have to wait."

Alek said, "So, she now says she's into Bastila?"

Revan sighed, and said, "Yes, I care for Bastila. I might even love her."

Alek's jaw dropped, and then Revan added, "And if you let her know, Baldy. That jaw of yours may well drop permanently."

He closed his mouth, and said, "Sorry. It's just you denied it so vehemently before. Now you're coming out about it, I'm a bit surprised."

Meetra giggled, and said, "In more ways than one."

"Really, Meetra?" Revan asked, shaking her head, as the other two laughed. Revan stepped out of her bed on shaky feet, and walked towards the door, as she was hit in the head by something soft. She turned around, and saw that Meetra had thrown some robes her way.

"You can't go out in your underwear, Rev." Meetra said, while Alek struggled not to stare at Revan. Revan glared at them both, and was soon covered. She stepped out, and walked silently through the medical hallway, various rooms on every side showing the names of various injured. Then, just as she found Bastila's room, a somewhat familiar voice said,

"That one isn't allowed visitors. From what I heard, her condition is pretty bad."

Revan turned around, and said, "Onasi."

"Do I know you?" he asked, cautiously looking at Revan.

"We met once, when you were still flying a shuttle route from Coruscant to Dantooine." she said, looking through the window to see Bastila sleeping peacefully in the room.

"Must have been a while ago then." Carth said, standing beside her as she just quietly looked in the window. "That girl a friend of yours?"

"You could say that. It's kinda complicated."

"Why's that?"

"Do you really want to hear about the personal life of a Jedi?"

"Would probably be more interesting than what I've had to do since I got here."

Revan shook her head, and asked, "Red tape getting in the way of you going in and actually fighting the enemy?"

"More like a big ass fleet gathering on the far side of the planet. It looks like there's going to be a major battle here. And I don't think we're going to win. We were lucky that it was a relatively small fleet attacking Cathar. Now, they're gathering here, and I don't think our Commander is skilled enough to win us the battle."

"So, you think that these are the last days of Cathar."

"Our fleet coming here was completely impractical." he said, "It's a non-vital world, and there was no way we could push the mandalorians back from here. At the moment, there are more important worlds that need protection."

"Such as?"

"You aren't involved in the war effort, so I can't tell you the details. Let's just say there are several manufacturing worlds that are being hit. Their lose would severely hamper the enlargement of the fleet, and trade routes. Even secondary or tertiary ones."

"Is Taris under attack?"

"Among others." Carth said, leaning forward. "We could really use the help of you Jedi in this war."

"I know. And I wish the Council would let us, but they won't."

"Why?"

"There is a darkness behind this war. Every Jedi has sensed it. The Council chooses to let this darkness keep us from helping, for fear that another Exar Kun will rise from this war."

"What do you think?"

"I share Grand Master Sunrider's opinion. There is danger in joining the war, but it is the right thing to do."

"So, if the head of the Jedi wants to join the war, why hasn't she given the order?"

"Because, while she is technically in command of the Council, she knows that it would be foolish to work in direct opposition to the rest of the Council. It could see her exiled from the Order, and severed from the Force."

"I see. Why, if your Order is so opposed to direct involvement, were you sent to one of the fronts, instead of help preparing a world?"

"The Council believes it will satisfy many of those who call them cowards for not joining the war."

"So, send a few Jedi somewhere near a battlefield to help prepare it. That's crazy."

"I didn't make the decision." Revan said, looking at Bastila.

"What happened to her?"

"Nerve gas. Knocked her out cold."

"That doesn't explain why her condition is serious."

"I didn't think it would be. The shot she took only hit her sternum. No serious damage."

"She got lucky." he said, as a doctor walked into the room, and started putting a red liquid into the IV."

Revan walked up to the door, and knocked on the door. The doctor opened it, and asked, "Is there something wrong, Master Jedi?"

"I was simply curious about the patient's condition."

"Her condition is largely improved from the last time she was checked on. The problem seems to be related to something psychological. She has repeatedly thrashed around in her sleep. Something that we haven't been able to determine what it is."

"I see." Revan said, touching Bastila's forehead. Reaching out through the bond, which she could faintly feel again, Revan saw a blurry vision of Deralia.

"Master Jedi, is something the matter?" the doctor asked.

"Get everyone out of this chamber. This Padawan has been overwhelmed by a memory. It is certainly caused by the way which she was incapacitated. I require time to pull her out of the memory."

"Of course." he said, "Please let me know when you have succeeded."

"You will be informed." Revan said, as the man stepped out. She sat down, and began slowing her breathing to a uniform speed. She silently breathed in, and then out. In, then out. With each passing moment, she felt her dulled connection to the Force strengthen. Then, she reached out through the still weak bond, and felt herself pulled into the memory.

-=0=-

Revan looked around, as she saw a familiar row of houses burning. She walked around the corner, hearing a child's voice. "Can't I stay with you?"

"Not this time, Run!" a man's voice said, as Revan pulled herself over a fence. She saw a young girl, hiding in the bushes, and Bastila standing beside her.

"It'll be okay." the Padawan said, "They won't find you here."

Revan shook her head, and said, "Yes they will. They'll find her, and sell her as a slave on Nar Shaddaa. Where she will spend two years of her life, before being sent to Coruscant to be trained in the Jedi way."

Bastila looked up at Revan and said, "That's exactly what you said happened to you."

Revan chuckled, and said, "This is a memory. We were hit with a powerful nerve toxin that affected our connection to the Force. You've been unconscious for the past four days."

"Why would I be in your memory?"

"Probably a result of the bond." Revan said, looking as a pair of mandalorians walked towards her younger self.

"Are those..." Bastila started to ask, but Revan interrupted saying,

"You need to wake up from this."

"What will happen to you, since you're in here too? What will happen if I leave before you do?"

"There shouldn't be any negative consequences." Revan said.

Bastila watched, as a mandalorian warrior in a blue-ish grey suit of armor picked the child up, and said, "This one should sell for a lot. At least three or four thousand credits."

"Marthan, we have no time for this!" another said, "There is a small group of locals attempting to defend themselves. And, those last two killed Jarak."

"Jarak was weak. Take this one to the ships. She will fetch a good price." Marthan said.

"That's an odd name." Bastila said.

Revan stood there silently, her younger self managing to kick the warrior's helmet off. His face was stern nothing other than bloodlust in his eyes. He had a long scar running down the right side of his cheek, and short black hair.

"That's the mandalorian who sold you? I expected him to look more, well evil."

"Just because someone is something, doesn't mean they'll look it." Revan said, glaring at the mandalorian.

Bastila nodded, then vanished. A moment later, Revan's vision went black, before returning inside the small medical room. The Knight silently stepped out of the room, and said to the doctor, "Bastila will be waking soon." before quietly walking away.

Carth followed, and asked, "What was it you were doing in there? Through the cracks in the shades we saw weird flashes of light."

"Those were simply waves of Force energy." Revan replied, looking out a window towards the Cathar homeworld.

"I thought only Jedi could see the Force."

"Only Jedi can sense the Force, but it is in everyone. That is why non-Force sensitives can see Force powers such as lightning. Or a faint glow around a Jedi who is healing with the Force. What I was doing required direct entrance to her mind, so I had to use a great deal of energy."

"Why?"

"It is difficult to explain." Revan replied, continuing to walk through the ship, "But what has me curious is why you are following me."

"Orders." he replied.

"Veras, or an Admiral?"

"I'm afraid I'm not at liberty to tell you."

"Fair enough. You can tell your commanding officer that I do not need a watch dog following me everywhere I go. I can take care of myself just fine. As can my fellow Jedi."

"It's not a matter of whether or not you can handle yourself, but of convincing the Jedi to give the Republic their full support."

"I do not have direct influence over such a decision. If I did, you would have the Jedi's aid." Revan replied, looking at a panel.

"There something special about this panel?" Carth asked.

"No." Revan replied, continuing to walk along the path.

As they walked in silence, Revan looked out the rows of windows, staring at the massive flames.

"You know what's going on down there." Carth said, "Why aren't you trying to stop it? I know your Masters are opposed to direct involvement, but aren't Jedi Knights given a fair amount of freedom to do what they see as necessary?"

"On many manners we are. But, the Council said that no Jedi are to involve themselves directly. That if they do, they will be considered as fallen, and will be treated as such."

Carth said, "You know you could be making a difference down there, so are you really going to let orders from the Council stop you from being useful? You're a Jedi, so why the hell aren't you acting like one? Haven't you seen what the mandalorians are doing to this world's people, and countless others?"

Revan tensed, clenched her fists, and replied, "I know what the mandalorians are capable of, and what they are doing. But, I cannot act in defiance of the Council while there is still a chance of them permitting Jedi intervention. I have no desire to turn my back on the Jedi Order, as defying the Council would demand. Nor do I have a large enough influence among my fellows to provide sufficient numbers to make a real difference in the war. I may help win a few battles, but in the long run, a single Jedi cannot turn the tide of a war."

"But, if you stand up to the Council, you might be able to get others to follow you. I'm sure there are hundreds just waiting for someone else to stand against them first."

"It isn't that simple." she said, "It isn't just a matter of if enough of us stand against the Council it will lead to them having to let us go to war. The internal politics of the Jedi Order are far more complicated than you could comprehend."

Carth shook his head, while placing his palm to it. "You say you know what the mandalorians are capable of. That you know what they are doing. But, you are still hiding behind the Council to stay where it is safe."

Revan's eyes twitched, and she replied, struggling to keep her voice calm, "I know what the mandalorians are capable of, Onasi. When I was just a child, they killed my family. They kidnapped me. And they sold me as a slave. That is why I cannot simply defy the orders of the Council. If I do not show patience in this situation, everyone would just assume that I was going for personal revenge. If that happened, I would do more harm than I could do good. Even if I possessed the power of a god."

"How long will you have to wait? The mandalorians are handing our asses to us out there. On every world we're fighting them, we're losing."

Meetra's words ran through Revan's head, as she looked out the window, "Yeah, but only for another ten months." Revan shook her head, and thought, 'No. I mean, it would be nice if that were an option... but the Republic needs help asap. If I say that I would need that much time, just so I can hopefully get together with Bastila wouldn't be right. And, there's always a chance that Bas doesn't feel the same way. If I slowed my entrance to the war, just because I was interested in someone who is probably not also interested, it wouldn't be right. And, if she and I were together, I'd be less likely to want to put her in harms way. Which would lead to a Jedi being lost to the war effort. But, would I let her come in now? I'd rather she was safe on Dantooine, rather than here where she could be hurt. I can't slow my entrance to the war. Then again, if I knew what was going to happen with her it would get something off my mind. Which would let me focus solely on beating the mandalorians. But, I'd be slowing assistance. Maybe it's better to have a longer wait for help, if it is better help.' Revan then said, "Around ten months."

"That long? We'll have been losing this war for over a year by then."

"It is the only way to ensure that I will not give the Republic new trouble, rather than help negate what it already has."

"But ten months? Couldn't you shorten it to six?"

"I don't know. I have to be careful. A small mistake on my part could lead to my defying their orders being perceived as simply my desire for revenge overpowering my better judgement."

Carth shook his head, and said, "We could have lost this whole damn war by then."

"If things are truly going that poorly, the Jedi will intervene before then. And I will be among the first to arrive on the front lines." Revan replied, as she continued to walk down the hallway.

"What if your Council won't believe the threat is that great?"

"The Council may be overly cautious, but they aren't complete idiots." Revan said, as she bumped into a woman with light brown hair.

"Watch where you are going, soldier." the woman said, as Carth stood at attention.

"My apologies." Revan said, "But, perhaps you should also pay attention to where you are going."

"You should show the Admiral more respect." Carth said.

"You are the Admiral in charge of this operation?" Revan asked.

"Not in charge. That is Admiral Forsk."

"And you are?"

"Admiral Forn Dodonna. You may go back to your duties, soldier."

Revan straightened her back slightly, looking down at the shorter woman, and said, "I am a member of the Jedi Order. As such, I expect you to not treat me as just another one of your subordinates. When the Council permits Jedi intervention, or some have to defy them to save the Republic, you will respond to me as a superior." with each word, she seemed to grow larger, and Admiral Dodonna shrank back, clearly intimidated by the Jedi Knight.

"Yes, ma'am." she squeaked out.

"Good, you may return to what you were doing." Revan said, walking away.

Carth said, "Damn. I've seen her stand up to the entire Senate and not be intimidated."

Revan chuckled, and said, "I have my methods." looking at the sterile white hallways, with red stripes running down the sides. "Is there anywhere I could meditate?"

"There's an unused cargo hold this way." Carth replied, taking lead.

"Good." Revan said, thinking, 'I have to figure out who it is that gave me a watchdog. I have to use this time as a chance to earn the Republic's trust and respect.' when she heard a pair of soldiers walk past.

The first one, a twi'lek male with green skin said in his native tongue, "You cannot be serious! There is no way that a Jedi would defy the Council and destroy an entire mandalorian camp."

The other, a human female, said, "I'm serious." looking the twi'lek in the eye. "Another team they sent down to the surface said that the cathar were all taking about this blue haired Jedi who had fought like possessed by the spirit of their war goddess. Siha or something."

"Interesting. Perhaps the Jedi Council does approve of Jedi Intervention in this war." the twi'lek said, before they got out of earshot.

Carth said, "You took out an entire mandalorian camp?"

"I don't want to talk about it." Revan replied, looking around, making sure there weren't any other soldiers talking about her.

"Why'd you go in like that? You've said the Council doesn't approve of direct involvement."

"It was a momentary lapse in judgement brought about by my losing control over my emotions." Revan stiffly replied.

"That's bad, right? Aren't you Jedi supposed to be all no emotion?"

"That is only a recent interpretation of our Code." Revan said, "Many of us follow an older version."

"So, you can't even agree on the basic morals you should be following? Sounds to me like the Jedi need to get their act together."

"We have our issues," Revan replied, "but when push comes to shove, we get the job done."

"By staying out of the war?"

"I have spoken more than enough about the war. Don't you have something better to do with your time than follow me and get on my case about decisions that are not mine to make?"

"Sorry, orders are orders."

"So you should understand that I have to follow mine, and give me a break."

"Alright, ma'am." He replied, "This door leads to the cargo hold I mentioned."

"Thank you. I require solitude while I meditate. Only allow my fellow Jedi into here."

"Aye aye." he replied, standing beside the door.

Revan stepped through the door, and was greeted by Veras. He said, "Soldier."

"Veras, what are you doing here?"

"We need to talk."

"About what?"

"Your actions planetside."

"Are you referring to my assault on the mandalorian camp?"

"Yes, what the hell were you thinking? You know that it will cause serious problems in Jedi-Republic relations. Slowing your Order's joining the war."

"It was a mistake sir." Revan replied, "One that I would make again if I had to. It revealed that we had a traitor among us. Johnson could have caused untold chaos if I had not attacked the mandalorian encampment."

"It may help a little, but now you're stuck with a choice. Full support, or going into hiding. You can't go back. It will simply cause too much trouble."

"I will go back, Veras. There is still much I must do to prepare before my entrance."

"Like wait for your girlfriend to turn eighteen?" he asked.

"What?"

"You're so obvious I wouldn't be surprised if Mandalore, Exar Kun, and Admiral Karath wouldn't hassle you about it if they saw how you act. Attacking an entire mandalorian base just because she almost got hurt. You need to get your shit together, Tremaine. I respect you because of your parents. But, if you don't start following protocol, you'll end up just another Exar Kun. Are we clear?"

"Yes, Veras." Revan replied, looking him in the eye, "But, do not think that I will stay on the ship for the rest of this operation. I will be going down with the others when they are next sent out."

"If you Jedi are sent out again is a big question right now because of your actions." Veras said, stepping out of the room. "Next time you want to protect your girl, make sure it's just from a guy making a move when she isn't interested. Not an entire mandalorian camp."

"We'll see." Revan replied, sitting on the floor with her legs crossed.

-=0=-

Bastila walked through the halls of the ship, until she found herself at Meetra's quarters. The Padawan knocked on the door, and when Meetra opened it, said, "Can I talk to you in private?"

"Sure, what's the problem?" Meetra asked, as Bastila entered.

"It's about Revan. On Cathar she acted very strangely. Rushing in to help me, even though she knew Alek would learn about the bond. And, I can't help but shake the feeling that she attacked the mandalorian camp because of the fact that one nearly hurt me."

"Don't let it bother you." Meetra replied, "Revan would have done the same thing if I'd been the one attacked. Or even Baldy."

"I know she would have gone to help, but I can't shake the feeling that if it hadn't been me, she would have just let it rest with knowing you or Alek were safe."

"What's the problem if Revan cares about you?" Meetra asked, looking Bastila in the eye.

"We're Jedi. It's forbidden."

Meetra sighed, and said, "What right does the Council have to forbid love? To say that you aren't allowed to feel. It's our feelings, our emotions that make us human. If we follow the Jedi Code rigidly, we become less than human. Or twi'lek, or bith, or rodian, or whatever your species is. If you don't feel the same way, that's fine. But, if it's just because of the Jedi Code, you're being a fool."

"You sound a lot like Revan there."

Meetra chuckled, and said, "I know. That was what she told me when there was a guy who was really interested in me a couple of years ago. I wasn't into him, but I always used the Code as an excuse. It didn't work, but I didn't feel confident to tell him that I just wasn't that into him."

Bastila sighed, and said, "Why does everything have to be so complicated? Why can't it all be simple like before I met Revan?"

"Because, nothing's ever simple with her."

"What do you think I should do?"

"That depends on how you feel about Revan." Meetra replied.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you feel the same way she does? Or do you not?"

"I don't know. I haven't thought about it."

"You haven't even thought about it!" Meetra said, her eyes bulging, "With everything she's done? She's killed for you, and you haven't even thought about how you feel about her? Good lord, kid, were you born without any common sense in that head of yours?"

Bastila stood there silently, shocked by Meetra's reaction. Then, weakly replied, "I have common sense. And, the first time she killed for me was on Cathar. That was what got me so confused!"

"What about the time she killed those two Dark Jedi, and would have killed the third if you hadn't been there to do it for her? Who were they after, Bastila?"

"Me, but Revan said she knew they wouldn't stop at just that."

"Yes, but it was you. She killed to protect you. I know she'll go to some lengths to protect her friends, but she fought three of those teleporting bastards on her own."

Bastila shook her head, and said, "There were extenuating circumstances. It wasn't just to protect me."

"Say what you will. The point is, before you really seek advice on what you should do, you need to figure out how you feel. Now, if that's all, can you go? I'm not very good at relationship advice."

"Alright." Bastila said, walking away. As she walked through the ship, she thought, 'That didn't do any good. Now I'm no less confused then before.'

-=0=-

Revan breathed in, and out. Her mind slowing as she focused on her connection to the Force. Focused on synchronizing herself with it. Then, she heard a knock on the door. It opened, and in walked Alek. He sat down beside her, and said, "I have a question for you."

"What is it?" Revan asked, never opening her eyes.

"How long until we join the war for real?"

"At least ten months."

"Waiting for Bastila to be legal?" he asked.

"Among other things."

"You're really serious? Not just messing with me?"

"Yes." Revan replied, "I realized how much I care about her on the surface, when I sensed the danger of the mandalorian attacking the two of you."

"She froze up." he said, "She needs to learn how to handle an actual fight."

"She will learn. Next time we go to the surface. She has potential, but the damage of what Quatra did to her will take time to repair. Time the average Master will not have, nor would they give it if they did."

"You're going to take her as a student?"

"Of course." Revan replied, "Someone else might get it wrong."

"You're sure that the Council will let you?"

"They will permit it." she replied, extending her legs, and looking at the four empty walls, "They have no reason not to."

"What about the fact that you're pretty obvious?"

"The Council will not consider that an option. One advantage of appearing so determined to get revenge on the mandalorians, they will believe that at most I see her as a valuable ally."

"You think they're really that dumb?"

"Not dumb, merely a different mindset." Revan replied, as she walked over to one of the walls, and slammed her palm against it. As the vibrations spread through the metal, she could sense that there was something in the wall. She grabbed the panel, and pulled it off, tossing it to the ground.

Behind the panel, was a small safe. Revan placed a hand on it, and instantly felt cold and alone. She stood there, perfectly still. Felt her consciousness start to fade. She heard a small voice in the back of her mind say, "You are not permitted to access this safe. You will pay for attempting to do so."

She stood there, feeling her mind slowly be pulled from her body. Feeling her limbs less and less. Her mind slowed, until suddenly she felt herself jolt back to awareness. She blinked, and said, "Interesting."

"What's so interesting? Your eyes rolled so far up that all I could see was white. And, you were twitching. That was really fucking creepy. It was like you were having a seizure or something." Alek replied, sounding freaked out.

Revan chuckled, and said, "This is a Sith-forged safe. It is interesting because such a device is on a Republic vessel."

"How do you know?"

"There was an ancient Sith technique that could be used to cause what happened to me. Let's find out what's in this safe that it is worth protecting with something that should have been destroyed." Revan said, as she drew her lightsaber, and brought it down on the lock. As it cut through the metal, she said, "Do you have any gloves?"

"Yeah, here." he replied, handing them to Revan.

"Good." she replied, grabbing them and wadding them up, and using them to push open the safe. She then carefully reached inside, and pulled out a single datapad. She hit a key on it, and it lit up.

It simply said, "Congratulations." and the screen went black.

"What the?" Revan said, looking at it.

"What?"

"It didn't have anything worth looking at. No important data or anything."

Then, the screen flickered back into life, and Venerus said, "You have done well to find this."

"How the hell did you manage to get this on a Republic warship?"

"Johnson, of course."

"So, you're working with the mandalorians. I should have known."

"He is a mandalorian, and loyal to his people. But, he also serves me."

"What do you want." Revan growled.

"To open your eyes. This was to prove that there is nowhere I cannot reach."

"Why are you so determined to get me to join you?"

"Because, you have vast potential."

"You're scared of me, aren't you?" Revan replied.

"I am not scared of you." Venerus replied, "I am worried that you are wasting your potential."

"I've already told you I want nothing to do with you."

"You are a fool. I could give you power beyond the imagination of the Jedi Council."

"I don't really care about power." Revan replied.

He laughed, and said, "That isn't what you said last time."

"People change." she flatly replied, "And I want nothing to do with you, or your idea of what true power is." as she smashed the datapad.

"Why'd you do that?"

"It was useless. No way to use it to track him down. Communicated using a highly advanced quantum entanglement system." Revan replied, walking out of the room.

-=0=-

A/N: Thanks for reading the latest chapter. Hope you enjoyed it. And, sorry for the long delay, I just couldn't force myself to focus on it. Hopefully chapters will be more frequent in the future. Again, thanks for reading, and please review.