Revan sat down beside Bastila, and asked, "Whatcha reading?"
"A book about Battle Meditation. The only real information I got on it was from Quatra. And she didn't seem to understand the subject beyond how to use it."

"Not surprising. She was, or is, more of a warrior than a scholar." Revan said. "Learn anything interesting?"
"Not really." Bastila sighed. "There's some on the nature of how the Force could enable such an ability, but nothing that is definite. It's all theory and speculation. For an ability that is so powerful, we know so little about it that it's somewhat shocking."
"Yeah." Revan said, nodding her head. "What do you think the odds are that I'm going to have to watch my back after what's happened these last few weeks?"

"Probably fairly high." Bastila said. "If Vrook ever gets wind of what happened out there you'll have definitely alienated him."

"Great..." Revan said. "Why can't everything be simply just kill the bad guys, rescue the girl, and save the galaxy?"
"Because that isn't how reality works." Bastila said.

"I know, but it would be refreshing if there was a time where that was the case."

"No point in wishing things were simpler than they could be."
"Yeah. I guess you could say that the Jedi who were fighting the Exar Kun War had it easy. They had an enemy that was pure evil that not even the Council would be willing to tell them not to go and fight. But now we have this paranoid Council that is so worried about another Exar Kun or twenty popping up because of the war."
"They have a reason to be cautious, Rev. Everyone can tell that there is a darkness behind this war that has yet to be determined."
"Yeah, so have the Jedi who are involved in the war exercise greater caution. You don't turn your back on your duty just because there's a risk that you may lose sight of it in the process. You have things set up so that you are always re-centered on your duty and what matters. Something that is an anchor in normality."
"I think that if it were that simple, the Council would do that."
"Well... it's just that they would see anything that would anchor someone in war as a danger because it would be an emotional attachment to someone. And everyone knows how the Council feels about that."

"Yeah." Bastila said, as she went to the next page. "How often do you go somewhere that you don't want anyone to follow you to?"
"Twice a year." Revan said. "I'm guessing you want to know why."

"I'll admit I'm curious." Bastila said. "But it's clearly very personal to you. So I won't pressure you about it if you don't want to tell me."
"Haven't I told you that you can ask me anything?" Revan asked with a small smile.

"No, I don't think so." Bastila said. "So, what is it?"
"Today... would have been my dad's birthday if he was still around. I still do some stuff in honor of it."

"Why do you tell me so much, but keep it secret from your best friend?"
"The bond." Revan replied. "We're bound to one another by the Force, and it was formed before we were even really good friends. So, I figure that it thinks that there's something the two of us will have to do, and is pushing us towards each other.

"And, if that is the case, then I think that means I should trust you with things that I can't trust others. Because who knows what will end up being important. It could be this information is that tiny bit that you need to know in order to save the galaxy from big bad 'Darth Revan.'"

"Please don't joke about that." Bastila said, resting her head on Revan's shoulder. "I'd hate to think that one of my only friends fell to the Dark Side."

"I was thinking that in the situation where I do fall, you might end up using that information to remind me of who I am. You know, bring me back to the Light."

"How about you just don't fall?" Bastila asked, as she stood up.

"That sounds like a great plan." Revan said, "I should have thought of that."

"Don't act like you didn't. I know you, Revan. You're just having a plan for if that does happen. I wouldn't be surprised if you also had a plan B, plan C, plan D, and Plan E."

"I don't. I figure that the best plan is to not fall, to have stuff to remind me of why I'm fighting when I eventually go to war. Have something, or someone, that would keep me from falling. Something that the thought of returning to would drive me to not only win the war, but also finish the war as someone who could return to that thing or person."

"What thing would make you want to return as who you were before going to war?"
"I'm not sure. I'm not really all that shallow a person as to have something inanimate draw me back. I guess it might be Urz, since he isn't an intelligent life form."
"I don't know, sometimes he seems a lot smarter than you." Bastila said, as she lightly poked Revan's side.
"Yeah right. I'd like to see him design a series of HK droids that are all unique in the ways they aren't perfect. I mean, could you see Urz sitting at a terminal writing out the AI personality?"
"No." Bastila said. "But he also doesn't trust Alek that much."
"Oh Alek's definitely a pervert, but I also think he also knows how to focus on the job. Would I trust him living in my house if I had anything beyond a one bedroom house. It's all a matter of categorizing. I have him in the good coworker category. So long as something doesn't happen to make him lose his cool. And, chances are that there aren't very many things remaining that could do that." Revan said, as she turned her head to see a Padawan nervously standing nervously beside a bookshelf.
He was practically shaking with nerves. Revan could swear that if she wanted to she could probably turn that into Force energy. Bastila also looked at him, and asked, "What's wrong with him?"
"Beats me." Revan said. "What do you want, kid?"
"I was told by my Master that if I wanted to get better with the lightsaber I should come to you before you leave for the Dantooine Enclave."
"Your Master's a smart man or woman." Revan said, as she stood up. "So, Bastila, want to join me in giving this kid a demonstration of how to use a lightsaber?"
"Do you remember what happened last time we crossed blades?" Bastila asked.

"Don't worry, that won't happen again." Revan said. "This'll be perfectly safe. I promise."

"Alright." Bastila said. "But the library is the worst possible place for this."

"True. Follow me." Revan said, walking towards the exit.

Outside the temple, Bastila asked, "What is this place?"
"One of seventeen exterior training grounds." Revan said, shifting uncomfortably as the full of the Coruscant afternoon began beating down on them. "Force it's hot right now." the Knight grumbled, as she removed the outer layers of her robes, leaving her in the thin, cool innermost layer.

As Bastila did likewise, Revan drew her twin blades, and said, "Watch carefully. I'm only doing this once."

"I understand. But, what's a Force Bond?" he asked.

"Why are you asking?"
"I heard you mention that you and Bastila share one."

"It's... complicated." Revan replied, as she ignited her lightsabers, and Bastila ignited hers.

"How so?"
"Well, according to conventional wisdom, one should not have formed between Bastila and I."
"Why?" he asked.

"Because, according to conventional wisdom it only forms between two individuals who are very close. Typically who have spent thousands of hours together getting to know each other. But, Bastila and I have not done that. It just... formed."

"Why are you explaining this to him?" Bastila asked, as she shifted in the heat.

"I have a plan, Bas." Revan replied, "And be on guard. We're still starting now. I can explain as we fight."
"If you're explaining won't your attention be split reducing your effectiveness?"
"Vrook taught me how to fight multiple opponents simultaneously. Which of course meant a division of my mental faculties in a way that was effective in a combat situation. You really don't think it was all one vs one training that was taking so much of my time for three months, did you?"
"I honestly did." Bastila said.

"I'm hurt that you think I'm such a slow learner." Revan said, a fake look of hurt on her face.

"I know you're being sarcastic, Rev." Bastila said. "And I was more thinking that with how skilled a warrior Master Vrook is that you would have needed that time to surpass him."

"If you learn from the best, you become the best." Revan said. "And I'm a fast learner. With most things."

"Fair enough." Bastila said, as she began circling Revan.

Revan began doing the same to Bastila and said, "Anyways, as I was saying about a Force Bond, it rarely forms between two individuals so quickly, even if they have an incredibly strong connection to the Force. There are only two times that such a bond would form. Either if the two individuals were in love romantically, which Bastila and I aren't, or because the Force had some plan for them that demanded they work together."
"Why would you bring up the romantic love option?" Bastila asked, "Even though it isn't how things are, it would make him suspicious."
"Bastila..." Revan sighed, "quit questioning me. I know what I'm doing. This is precisely why I didn't want a bond to randomly form with someone like you."

"Why were you so friendly before and are now hostile?"

"I have little patience for people who are constantly questioning my every action like Bastila does."
"I wouldn't have to do it if you weren't a borderline psychopath." Bastila said. "I remember what you did to those terentatek on Dantooine. There was barely anything left of their corpses and you still insisted on cutting them into even smaller pieces."

"We had to be certain that the spirit couldn't resurrect them." Revan replied, as she watched Bastila's movements. "We didn't know the extent of its abilities. And it had created those... things."
"What about during the Battle of Cathar? When you cut the arms off that mandalorian force user and then interrogated her looking for information about the mandalorian fleet."

"And that information saved lives. Are you really saying that what I did to be better informed on how to fight the enemy and insure the survival of the fleet which had been outmaneuvered because of the incompetence of Forsk was not acceptable? In war you have to do some hard things. It's how you don't let those things change you that is important. And I didn't let it affect me."
"Yes, because you justify every horrible thing you do by saying they're necessary!" Bastila said, her voice starting to rise.

"Because they are."
"What about on the surface of that planet when you liquefied that guy?"
"I miscalculated how much energy it would take to send him into the tree. It wasn't my plan to make so that I had to dive into a rapid moving river to get my robes clean. I mean, I could have gotten who knows what diseases from his blood. And, you were just lying shocked on the ground, not doing anything to help us fight that mandalorian squad."

"I had a hole in my leg!"
"Force, you two are bickering like an old married couple." Meetra said.

"Meetra, what is it?" Revan asked, turning to look at her friend. Deflecting the strike from Bastila she saw from the corner of her eye.

"I heard you two arguing, and was wondering what could make you two so grouchy with each other."
"It's a long story." Revan said.

"Got it. I'll shut up." Meetra said. "Oh, what's this kid doing here?"

"I was hoping to learn something from Revan, but she just started arguing with Bastila." he replied.

"Typical Revan..." Meetra sighed. "You don't want to do something, so you do stuff that gets you off topic."

"True." Revan said. "But this is a unique case. Since this kid was told to do this to get information that Master Oraka could use to have me removed from the Order."
"Wait, what?" Meetra said.
"Yeah." Revan said, turning to him. "You're Oraka's student. He must have thought my memory for faces is absolutely atrocious. I may have difficulty remembering names from time to time, but I never forget a face."

"So, why did you agree to show me stuff if you know that I'm just looking for something that could be used against you?"
"Because, it gives me an angle to work. A way to force one of the Council Masters into my corner. You tell him that I am aware of his plan, and have proof of it. You know, your confession about why he sent you to me. I've been recording everything that happens since I realized what you were actually doing. Albeit I don't think Oraka actually suggested coming to me for training in lightsaber combat as a means to approach me. So I'll give you props for quick thinking. But, it was too late. So, he'll not give me difficulties or I'll provide proof that he had his student spy on an a Jedi he suspected of having fallen to the Dark Side due to the strain of war. That blatant endangering of a Padawan would not go over well."

"Are you sure that you haven't fallen to the Dark Side?" The Padawan asked.

"Absolutely. I'm just very good at getting my way. I do that by pushing people's buttons and finding information that will motivate them to do what I want them to. I'm like the Council, but a bit more open about my machinations. We're all just doing what we can to see what's best for the Order come to fruition."

"I hate politics." Meetra said. "But, kid, also don't mention their bond. It would not be a good thing to bring up. It would make people... suspicious of something that while I may joke about it, could never exist."

"Yeah." Revan said. "I have more important things to focus on. I mean, if Meetra can be actively trying to get me to fall in love with her for hers, and has failed, no one can. I've seen her in action, she can get people crazy about her in a remarkably short time if they don't have horrifying scars from their childhood making friendship a stretch most of the time. Love is absolutely out of the question. It would be like a sarlacc learning to love."

"I don't know. I think the sarlacc would have a better chance." Meetra said.

"Alright, I'll go tell Master Oraka what you told me to."

"Good. Meetra, make sure he does as he's said."

"Geez, not even a please."
"Meetra, please insure that he keeps his word."
"Got it." Meetra replied, as she followed the Padawan.

Once they were out of hearing range, Revan said, "You did good, Bas. It was very believable."
"Thanks." she replied. "I can go back to not questioning your every move now?"
"Of course. It was just to make it extra clear that we aren't in love. Beyond the obvious fact that we're just friends. Love... really isn't my speed. I have other things that matter more."
"Such as?" Bastila asked.

"Surviving, being the best I can, saving the galaxy, and perfecting my HK design."

"You really are invested in perfecting that."

"Yeah. I've been working on it for so long it would feel like giving up on making something that I've put years of my life into."

"That seems reasonable." Bastila said, "Can we go inside? This heat is unbearable."

"Sure." Revan said, "If we don't hurry, we'll probably end up sweating so heavily that anyone can see clear through our clothes."
"I'm sure quite a few people would like the chance to see through your clothes." Bastila said, thinking to herself while being sure to not transmit it to Revan, 'Myself included.'

"I'm sure they'd love a chance to see through both of our clothes. The only question is if they could only have one, which one they'd choose."

"I think it's safe to say that Meetra would choose you, Alek it's a tossup. For the others I have no clue."
"They'd probably choose you. I've done some stuff that has at times made me not very popular." Revan said, as she saw another Knight- an echani man that had to at least be fifty- walk up and say,

"Revan, it's been a while. How are you?"
She looked at him, and said, "I'm pretty good, Tirthan. What do you need?"

"Nothing. I just heard you were back on Coruscant. And after all the rumors of you having fallen in love with a Padawan on Dantooine, I was wondering why you were here?"

"For starters, those rumors were probably started by Meetra being her usual crazy self." Revan said. "Also, you didn't know about the group that was sent to aid with the mandalorian war effort?"

"They put you on that? I just assumed they wouldn't let you go."

"I'm sure they'd have preferred I didn't go. But it did save the lives of the others who made it home."
"How so?"
"Let's just say I did what the situation demanded." Revan replied. "And we've never been friendly before, what's the difference now?"

"It's not that I had anything against you, Revan. It's just you always pushed everyone except Meetra away. And the only reason you didn't push her away was because Kreia ordered you to give her a chance."

"Wait, what?" Bastila asked.

"It's a long story, Bas." Revan replied.

"Is this the one Meetra thinks you have a thing for?" Tirthan asked, looking at Bastila.

"Yes." Revan said. "And while she's a good friend, I do not want to strip her naked and fuck her senseless. Regardless of what Meetra tells you."

"A bit touchy about it."
"Her assumptions have caused immense trouble. Added difficulties to several of the things that had to be done because it made that traitor Johnson tell Mandalore the idiocy Meetra was talking about. Which in turn led to me having to kill a large number of mandalorians to get her out of a mandalorian camp on Cathar."

"That sounds like you do care for her."

"Republic military motto, no man- or woman- left behind. And, if a fellow Jedi were captured on my watch and not rescued, the consequences would be severe. Both for the captured individual and myself."

"Always looking out for number one, I see."
"It's the only way I've survived for so long." Revan replied.

He laughed, and said, "Always so concerned with survival. Why?"
"Because if you're dead there's nothing more you can do for the galaxy. And while it may be remembered for a while if you go out in a blaze of glory, it'll eventually be forgotten as new heroes come about. To do something truly lasting takes time. Otherwise, the only people who will remember you are crazy scholars who study the part of history you lived in to the exclusion of everything else. You'd just be another name on a memorial wall or on a stone above an empty grave."

"Or both." Bastila said.

Tirthan asked, "So... have you heard what people are starting to call you?"

"The psychopath? The Killer? The Butcher of Mandalorians? The Crazy Bitch?"
"None of those."
"The Person who Wants to Fuck a Minor?"

"Uhm, no."

"The Angriest Bitch You'll Ever Meet?"

"Nope."

"Then what?"
"The Heroine of Cathar. Everyone's heard about how you took command of the Republic fleet during that battle and saved most of it. A lot of the other Pro-War Jedi are saying that we should start calling ourselves Revanchists. Use you as an example of how Jedi involvement is the best course of action. That it could save countless Republic lives."

Revan nodded, and said, "While I would be honored if the others who think as I do would call themselves that... ask them to wait."

"To wait? Why? We need to go to war now. Before it's too late."
Revan looked him in the eye, and said, "Tirthan, it's never too late. I just have some stuff I need to do before I can publicly side with you. I need to do what I can to make the Council realize that when I go to war, it isn't for revenge. I'll have to make them realize that it's because the Republic needs the help of the Jedi Order, and the vengeance against the bastards who killed my family is just a bonus."
Tirthan nodded, and said, "I don't have to be the one to tell them. You could tell them yourself."

"The best course of action for me is that I don't publicly support you, or even interact. I don't want to raise the council's suspicions when I need to be building up their trust. So, tell them this, Tirthan, I'm on your side. The Jedi do need to go to war. However, I cannot publicly support your cause just yet. If I did, it would be more of a detriment than anything I could provide would be worth. Give me some time to make it clear to the rest of the Order that my actions are to protect the Republic, not to seek revenge.

"Once that is done, I will publicly support your cause, for it is the right course of action for the Jedi Order to defend the Republic against any threat to its defenses. And, while I am honored that you wish to name your cause after myself, it is again not the time. But, before a year has passed, either the Council will have seen the wisdom in sending Jedi to defend the Republic, or we will have to defy them. When that day comes, I will return to Coruscant, and bring as many supporters as I could gather on Dantooine.

"This debate with the Council is an important one, and caution must be exhibited when engaging in a debate with them. Do not let your emotions rule you, appear calm and reasonable, even if inside you are furious. The best way to convince them is to show reason. To provide valid arguments as to why the Jedi Order should go to war and defend the Republic from the mandalorian aggressors.

"And while their damnable sense of over-caution may be what has prevented us from doing our duty to the Republic, do not think that by suggesting caution I am agreeing with them. I do not. The Republic now, more than ever, needs the Jedi. And the Council continues to deny their requests for aid.

"But, we must be patient. Because through patience and acting with superior wisdom in other matters we can turn the Council to our cause. For though I cannot publicly support it yet, know that I do support you privately. And on Dantooine I will do everything in my power to subtly convince the Jedi Knights and some of the older Padawans that it is necessary to go to war.

"After all, the Jedi are not an Order cloistered in one temple. But rather spread out across the galaxy, in dozens of different training academies. If we can gain the support of those, the High Council will have no choice but to support our cause. Because if they didn't, they would be defying the will of the Order.

"And lastly, good luck. Know when to push someone towards our cause, and when to go easy on it. Never be obnoxious in your attempts to expand our cause, if you do it will make both you and the effort to get the Council to support the Jedi going to war look worse. It will make you seem more like a group of fanatics, rather than a group of reasonable men and women who understand that the only way to secure the future of the Jedi Order is to defend the Republic. May the Force be with you."

"I'll convey the message. And, Revan, how long are you going to be staying here?"
"We leave tomorrow morning." Revan replied.

"That's not a lot of time. You sure you can convince the Council here in that time?"
"My actions on Dantooine will be conveyed to this Council. Through them I will convince the Order that I am not merely a bloodthirsty lunatic. Now go on, it'll look weird if we just stand here talking for an hour and a half. It might make people think I'm interested in a second person who I actually am not. And that would be doubly irritating."

"Got it." he replied, walking away.

"That was quite the speech." Bastila said.

"Thanks. You've got to know what to say to get people in your corner. Be able to predict what it is they want to hear, and how to alter that so that instead of you being on their side, they're on yours. It's one of the first things I plan to teach you if the Council approves my request to train you."

"And if they don't?"
"I'll have to teach you it in secret. These skills could save your life. I know they've saved mine."

"Where did you learn this stuff?" Bastila asked.

"I just understand it. It's like how you're incredibly skilled with Battle Meditation. You didn't need a lot of training to get there, it just comes naturally to you."

"Yeah. The only thing I'm really good at."
Revan said, "Don't say that. You've got a lot of talent. Don't tell yourself that you're worthless just because Quatra said you are. You've got brains, you've got talent that can be nurtured into an incredible amount of skill. And, well, it's kinda embarrassing to say this, but you're also gorgeous. Which, can never be underestimated in its usefulness against other people."

"Are you sure that Meetra's suggestions were that off base?" Bastila asked, a tiny bit of hope creeping into her voice.

"I can admire that someone is gorgeous, without having any romantic or sexual desires. I can say that someone is what is considered by most to be a more ideal specimen of their respective race and gender than another."
"That does make sense." Bastila said.
"And trust me," Revan said, "if I was interested, I'd have much better methods to make so that you share that interest than going in and killing anything that tries to hurt you. It's just that I'm naturally a protector. And, the bond between us makes it doubly important, since anything bad that happens to you, I feel to a lesser extent. Not to mention that I'd have to deal with the potential psychological trauma. Which would be... difficult especially since you're such a good friend."

"Thanks." Bastila said. "But I can protect myself, you know?"
"I do." Revan replied, "But I still feel obligated to protect you."
"Why?"

"It's... complicated." the Knight said, looking for a means to naturally change the subject.

"How so?"

"I'd rather not talk about it..." Revan said.

"You're dodging the question, Rev." Bastila said. "What makes it so complicated?"
Revan sighed, and said, "Because I care for you. A lot. But not in the sense that Meetra would have you believe. It's just... I can't help but find myself thinking that if my parents had ever had another daughter, that little sister would be a lot like you. And... I occasionally find myself wishing that you were my little sister. It would make life so much easier. Since no one would dare insinuate that I would want to sleep with my little sister."
"I don't know, Meetra might."
"Nah. What she used as a reason to say that I want to be with you is stuff that would be seen as just the relationship between two sisters if we were related. So, it wouldn't have mattered as much."

"I suppose so." Bastila said. "Why didn't you want to talk about that?"

"It's a bit embarrassing." Revan lied, while thinking, 'Because it's a lie I came up with on the spot.'

"Why?"
"Because it's absolutely ridiculous. It's wishing for something that could never be. It's a waste of time. There are better things to do than think of how nice it would be to have a little sister who's like you. I could be working on making the Council believe that I'm not out for revenge. I could be learning skills that I'll need for when I inevitably go to war. And there are a million other better ways to spend my time."
"There's nothing wrong with daydreaming." Bastila said.

"Daydreams are for other people who don't have as much that they need to do. And, I need to teach you as much as I can before the war. To make sure that you'll be safe if Mandalore sends any assassins after you. I don't think they know about Dantooine, but you can never be too sure."

"If you just see me as a sister, why would it matter if they send assassins after me?"
"Because I was taught by my dad that family is the most important thing in the galaxy. The only time those who share your blood lose out is when you get married. So, I'd feel obligated to make sure nothing bad happened to you. It's just how I was raised." Revan said. "And even if that wasn't the case, I'd feel really bad if I let something happen to you when it was in my power to prevent. And not just from what I'd feel through the bond."

"Just kiss her already..." Kreia said, with a smirk.

Revan jumped a bit, and said, "Not you too..."

"I'm sorry, Revan." The old woman said, "It seemed like the appropriate thing to say." as Bastila looked at the Jedi Master in confusion.

"How did you sneak up like that?"

"I have many talents, young Bastila. Such as the one which helped you to survive that encounter with Venerus on Taris. Now go, I wish to speak to my former student in private."

Bastila bowed, and said, "Of course. As you wish, Master." Before walking away.

Once she was out of earshot, Kreia said, "Revan, what do you think you're doing?"
"I don't understand." Revan replied.

"You two are obviously in love with each other, but you keep denying it. Saying it's just friendship or sisterly affection. I know you, Revan. If you don't act on something it will drive you mad. So tell her how you feel."

"I can't yet. She's not old enough. I have a plan for how to handle it, Kreia."

"If you keep telling her lies, she'll eventually think that she doesn't have a chance with you, Revan. If you keep this up, you'll lose her."

"I know what I'm doing, Kreia."
"You've never been in love before, Revan. What makes you think that you have the experience to do this properly?"
"Because, I'm not an idiot, Kreia. I know that I have to make it appear that I'm not romantically interested. Otherwise people will think I'm some kind of pedophile."

"She's less than a year and a half younger than you. That would be like saying someone who has a girlfriend one day older than themselves is a pedophile if they don't go on a break until both parties are adults."

"Kreia, please. I know what I'm doing. Trust me. I may be making my false feelings blatantly obvious, but I'm also dropping hints about how I actually feel for her. She's smart enough to catch them."
"But will she think nothing of them because of what you say?"
"I'll be teaching her how to accurately read between the lines. So that she'll come to an understanding that what I feel for her is different from what I say I do."

"Very well, Revan. But do not delay for too long. She may give up hope after a while, and simply move on to someone else."
"Bastila's patient. And, with everything I'm sure Meetra's said, she'll wait. Assuming she even is interested in me. The only things that have given me a hint of interest are the one time she randomly kissed me, the fact that she's been resting her head on my shoulder a lot, and the bit of hope in her voice earlier. It could mean she's interested. Or it could be nothing. I know what I want it to be, but I can't be certain. I'll need a bit more information to go one way or the other."

"I see." Kreia said. "I suppose that there is no point in trying to give you advice. As you clearly have a plan of your own. Good luck, Revan."
"Thank you, Master. I'll probably need it." Revan replied, as the older Jedi walked away.

-=0=-

A/N: Thanks for reading the latest chapter. Hope you enjoyed it. Also, a fun fact, I'd planned for Revan and co to return to Dantooine this chapter. But it ended up being longer than anticipated. This seems to always happen to me. I have a plan, then I fail to reach that point because it ends up being longer. I'm not sure if I should be happy or upset about this. I think I'll be happy, because I like writing this story. And I really hope you guys enjoy reading it.

And yes, I know that it is taking forever to get to the point where Revan and Bastila get together. I promise you that we are getting closer.(And that I too am feeling the impatience for that to happen, mainly because I really want to write that scene.) But, this stuff takes time. You've gotta build up to it. I promise you we will not reach chapter 100 before we reach Revan and Bastila being together.

Oh, and please leave a review if you enjoyed the chapter. Or if you didn't enjoy it, leave a review to let me know what made you not enjoy it. Until next time, thanks for reading.