Revan sighed. That was the most frustrating meeting of her entire life. As she sat down, she said, "And here I was thinking the Council is a pain in the ass."
"What happened, Rev?" Meetra asked, confusion clear in her voice.
"I just got cornered into a 'meeting' with a group of Jedi who want permission to leave the Jedi Order, peacefully. When I told them that I wasn't the Council's favorite, and that there are others who would be better to use as a mediator, they started talking about how the Council was calling me the greatest prodigy the Order's seen in centuries. They took two fucking hours to convince that I couldn't help them."
"Why did they want to leave the Order?" Bastila asked.
"They think that the limitations on romantic relationships for Force users is absurd. And while I agree with them, I also can't be seen taking sides right now."
"Wouldn't it help you make friends with a sub-sect of the Order? You know, help build a following for when we go to war?" Alek asked.
"I considered it, Alek." Revan said. "But I came to the conclusion that it would be an overall unpopular decision. It would help me with that minority, but it also would harm how the majority of the Order sees me. I did let them know that I agreed with them on the idea that Jedi should be allowed to love. I also told them that I couldn't help them or publicly support them. That I have to walk a thin line that is growing thinner every hour.
"I mean, I noticed all the politics going on between the factions before, but now that I'm a 'War Hero' I've been slammed right into the center of it. Everyone seems to think that my actions over Cathar prove that I'm the best the Order has to offer. And the Council has started calling me the best Jedi in centuries. It's a major hassle. Part of me thinks that it's just them putting me in the center of the political minefield. Hoping for me to step on one or more group in the wrong way so that they blow up on me. Then their allies would follow, and it would just be a devastating chain reaction."
"So far you've handled yourself really well." Meetra said. "I mean, the way you handled the pro-war guys, I could have sworn that if you'd altered your speech it would convince them to defy the Council, and go to their deaths for you."
Revan laughed, and said, "I'm not that charismatic. If they defied the Council, they would be giving up on any future they could have in the Jedi Order."
"You underestimate how inspiring you can be at times, Rev." Meetra said. "Hell, you might be able to inspire everyone around you so well that it even affects the Council. Then they let us go to war, with their blessing."
"I doubt it." Revan said. "The best we could hope for is that the number of non-Council Jedi who I got behind me would force the Council to officially support us, or be forcibly voted out of office by the Order. And... I would rather not do that."
"I doubt that things would get that bad." Meetra said. "I mean, we do have Grand Master Sunrider openly supporting the idea of going to war. And, pushing the Council to send Jedi out to fight."
"It will be a benefit, but it won't be enough to force their hand. If anything, Nomi will be forced to back off her position in order to keep herself on the Council."
"The Order wouldn't allow that. She's the best Grand Master that the Order has had in years."
"Yes, but it would be a long and painful process to get her reinstated if the Council forced her to step down. It would probably take years. And, she would say that there are other matters more deserving of the Order's attention. Such as the war."
"Still wouldn't stop most people from trying to get her back in."
"I'm not saying that it would. But, that's not important." Revan said. "Grand Master Sunrider is smart enough to know when to back off, and give the Council time to cool their heads. So that the matter can again be discussed without any danger of her losing her seat on the Council. It would only be if the Council was refusing to see reason when the situation was truly dire that she would take the risk."
"What about you, Rev?" Bastila asked. "When are you going to defy the Council, and go to war?"
"I'm giving Grand Master Sunrider at most a year to convince the Council that they're wrong. If by the end of that time they still won't listen to reason... I will have to defy them."
"You'll need a lot of followers to do enough help that going against the Council's orders won't be too much of a detriment."
"I know. That's why I have to tread carefully. I have to appear to be one of every faction, and at the same time one of none."
"That can't be possible. Some are diametrically opposed." Alek said.
"It's a very delicate balance. A thin line that grows thinner every day. Whether I like it or not, just by living I am pushing that line closer to its breaking point. What I need to do is make it last long enough for the Jedi to get involved in the war directly. But, I don't know if I can do that."
Meetra nodded, and said, "Yeah. Tensions are higher than usual. It's almost like all the factions are desperately pushing to get their agendas across as soon as possible. And turning to you for help. Whether you like it or not, Rev, you're the highest profile Jedi right now. Might want to get off world before the paparazzi show up."
Revan laughed, and said, "I still have two perfectly good fists. Any paparazzi who bother me will find that I can punch quite hard. And, go from one punch to another at a very high speed."
"You really hate them, don't you?" Meetra asked, a small grin on her face.
"They are the absolute bottom dregs of society. They have nothing beneficial to provide, so they attempt to hide that by constantly following the rich and famous for any little thing they can sell off as a 'story.' There are countless other jobs that need filling, but nope, they're too busy wasting everyone's time to care about doing stuff that actually needs being done. There is a reason no reporters are allowed in the temple. We have better things to do than tell them to quit hassling us."
"True." Meetra said. "Also, look out, someone's coming towards us."
Revan turned around, and internally sighed. As a young woman walked up to them. She said, "Knight Revan, how good to see you! I've been wanting to have a word with you for a while!"
"About what?" Revan asked, doing her best to appear friendly.
"Well, myself and a few other Jedi are frankly sick of the available menu here. It is absolutely dreadful. All of this bland meat and vegetables that is never seasoned well. We were wondering if you would like to help us in our attempts to get a new head chef in the temple. Someone who actually understands the way to properly treat their ingredients."
Revan was silent for a moment, focusing to keep her irritation in check. Then said, "While I agree that the food here is not ideal... I don't think I can publicly do that. You see, I haven't been living in the temple here on Coruscant for months. So, any opinion I give would simply be seen as me playing favorites for you and those who share your beliefs.
"And, as I'm sure you know, that is not something the Jedi Order approves of. I am afraid that due to the fact that I am now essentially an outsider that any matter regarding life in the temple is not something that my support would help. May the Force be with you in your attempt to have the menu changed." Revan said, as the woman nodded, and said,
"I understand, Knight Revan. I was under the impression that you had returned here permanently."
"Nope." Revan said, a small smile on her face as one of her eyes darted over to Bastila for a second, "There are some things on Dantooine that are tying me down."
"Oh, and what would those be?"
"I've got a pet that I don't think the Council would let me keep in the temple. They'd be too worried he'd maul someone."
The woman nodded, and walked away. Once she was gone, Revan sighed with relief, and said, "At least that was something minor."
"Revan!" Meetra said, irritation clear in her voice, "You should have given your word that you'd support them. You know how awful the cook is. Why did you let things continue like this?"
"Like I said, I want every group to think of me as 'on their side' while never being out about it, so that every faction thinks I'm on their side, even if I'm not. If I can be an inspiration to every faction, gain supporters from all of them. Then, when a group of Jedi made of every faction in the Order tells the Council that they're going to war, the only option available will be to publicly support us. It's all about strategy now, Meetra.
"We need numbers if we're going to get official Council support. And, if we don't get that support from the Council, there's a chance the Republic will deny the aid we offer."
"You know, Revan. This is why we quit playing chess. You're way too tactical in your thinking. No one else can keep up with your plans."
"Not my fault." Revan replied. "I can't help it if I've got a more tactical mind than most."
"You should get in an RTS tournament. Your strategies would kick ass."
"No." Revan said, "There is no way in hell that I am going to waste my time learning the mechanics of an RTS just to be good at something that I don't enjoy."
"Fair enough." Meetra said. "So, what is your plan for the war?"
"It will depend on the situation of each front when we join." Revan replied.
"I meant, you know, convincing people to join our cause once you have officially said that you're going to fight."
"That will be a bit more difficult. I'll have to make a lot of friends on Dantooine. Make them see me as more than just, 'That crazy Tremaine bitch.'"
"I don't think anyone knows you as that." Bastila said.
"Actually..." Meetra said. "A lot of people do. She left quite the first impression."
"With what I'd been through, it shouldn't have surprised anyone." Revan sighed.
"No one knew what you had been through, Rev." Meetra said. "Everyone just assumed you were completely crazy. And that time you kicked someone in the face for tossing you a ball..."
"Wait, what?" Bastila and Alek asked simultaneously.
"I may have kicked someone in the face when I first joined the Order. He tossed a ball at me, and I ducked beneath it. I then proceeded to kick him in the face multiple times."
"How many times exactly?" Bastila asked.
"I'm not sure. This was a long time ago."
"Revan..." Meetra said, "Be honest. Tell Bastila it was sixteen times."
"It may have been sixteen times. I don't know." Revan said. "But it doesn't matter. That happened a long time ago. There's barely anything left of who I was back then."
"You were really violent when you were younger, you know that Rev?" Bastila said.
"I know. And I regret it. But, there's nothing I can do about it. I just have to work to fix the mistakes of my past. Get people on my side. Otherwise... when we go to war it will not be a pretty sight what happens to us. Having to fight Jedi and mandalorians is something that I would rather avoid."
"You would fight other Jedi if that was what it took to go to war?"
"It would be a matter of the mandalorians must be stopped, no matter the cost. That it was either those Jedi died at my hand, or all Jedi die at the hands of the mandalorians."
"What would you do if me, you, and Baldy go to war, but they send Bastila to forcibly bring you in?" Meetra asked.
Revan was quiet for a while, then said, "I don't know."
Meetra sighed, and asked, "Could you bring yourself to kill her?"
"That... is a tough question to answer." Revan said, "How about we don't discuss it? Because I seriously doubt it would come to that. I'm sure I could convince Bastila that the last thing we should be doing is fighting each other when there are a lot of mandalorians to take care of."
"If she didn't follow you to war, clearly she would disagree with you."
"Or, I could have told her to stay behind, out of harm's way. Since the mandalorians believe I have feelings for her that I do not. Basic rule of combat, don't give the enemy anything they can use against you."
"You're saying they could use Bastila to manipulate you?"
"I'm saying they would try. And I would feel horrible if my actions got her killed."
"You're saying you wouldn't give in to their demands if they captured Bastila?"
"No negotiation with terrorists." Revan replied, "It's the galactic standard."
Bastila sighed, as Meetra asked, "So you're saying you would let the woman you love die, just for some war?"
"I think you're jumping to conclusions regarding how I feel about Bastila." Revan said, a hint of irritation slipping into her voice.
"You're saying that you would let the mandalorians do horrible things to her, just to save the Republic?"
Revan growled, "I would have to put my duty above all else in that situation. If I were to allow any emotional response, it would endanger countless lives. Who knows how many generations it would be until there would be a force strong enough to overthrow the mandalorians if they toppled the Republic. I would do anything to prevent that. Including letting my best friends die.
"Because, if I betrayed the Republic to save them, the fall of the Republic would not only be on my head, but on theirs. Assuming the mandalorians kept their word, and didn't just kill her anyways. You can't trust those animals."
"The mandalorians place immense value on honor." Meetra said.
"That's what they claim, but they are as feral as a wild kath hound!" Revan growled, anger etched into her voice.
"Whoa, Rev, chill." Meetra said, "I'm not saying that the mandalorians aren't monsters. Or that I'm against it."
"Are you really surprised that she's acting hostile?" Alek asked. "I mean, the whole her and Bastila thing is still a very touchy subject."
"Why is Alek being the more reasonable of you two?" Revan asked, rubbing her eyes.
"Geez, I'm just trying to get an answer from you of what you'd do if the Council's actions meant that you had to fight Bastila."
"If I could not bring her to her senses, I would have to disarm her and take her prisoner. No death necessary."
"Then why would you kill the others?"
"The situation I had in mind was that the Council sent a team after me, and I had no choice but to kill them to survive. Where taking prisoners was not an option, as I could not afford to spend the time necessary to disable their Force abilities before moving to the next target. As it would be the most likely eventuality if that came to pass."
"Then why would I be sent after Revan?" Bastila asked.
"After I did what was necessary to that team, if the Council on Dantooine approves my request to train you, they would see it as a foe more difficult for me to face. Someone who I care for. Their theory would be that having trained you and gotten to know you personally, I would have more difficulty ending your life than the others."
"What if Bastila was just part of a team?" Alek asked.
"I would designate her the sole survivor of that unit. Kill her allies if they refuse to surrender, and take her prisoner. Unless she decides to join me, which I would try to bring about. Then there would be more survivors. As I could hold off the others as Bastila takes one of their allies prisoner. Then move to another. Tactically remove the enemy unit in a non-lethal manner. Show them mercy."
"Do you have a plan for everything?" Bastila asked.
"No. Just a lot of things." Revan replied, "But this is an irrelevant discussion. As that situation is not going to happen. How about we focus on reality?"
"Alright, alright." Meetra said. "What is it you want to talk about?"
"Have you heard anything from Vorthan?"
"No. Why, do we still think he's Venerus?"
"Yes. And, if he's disappeared, it supports that theory."
"So, we need to find a potential Dark Lord of the Sith, to tell if he's the Dark Lord?" Alek asked.
"Yeah." Revan said. "We'll split into two groups. Baldy, Meetra, you check the Masters' quarters. Bastila and I will check out the training grounds, and if that isn't where he is, we'll check out the proving grounds."
"After that?"
"Well..." Revan said, her voice uncertain, "There's one other place he could be. But, it wouldn't be smart to check there."
"Where are you thinking?" Meetra asked.
"There's a small bar, in the lower levels of the city. Sometimes Jedi go there."
"So I'm guessing from your reluctance, this is not a classy joint?" Meetra asked.
"Their main advertisement is, 'Jello shots and hookers served to three thousand daily.'" Revan said.
"That seems like a strange combination." Bastila said.
"Not the strangest you'll find in the seedier parts of town." Meetra said.
"What other combinations will you find?"
"You don't want to know." Revan said. "They'll leave you scarred for life."
"Rev's right." Meetra said. "A lot of that stuff had to be born of a sick mind."
"Okay." Bastila said. "We should start looking. Get this over with."
"My thoughts exactly." Revan said, "Get moving."
"Alright." Meetra said, "Baldy and I will let you know if we find him. What do we tell him if we do find him?"
Revan was quiet for a moment, then said, "Ask him a question about the Exar Kun War. Say you're curious to hear what it was that made them think it was the best course of action. That way you can be better prepared to face the darkness in current times."
"Got it." Meetra replied, walking away, followed by Alek. Once they were gone, Revan said,
"Alright, let's go to the training grounds."
"Sounds like a plan." Bastila said.
-=0=-
Two hours later, they stepped up to the door of the proving grounds. Staring at it, Revan took a deep breath, and said, "Bastila, I'm going in there alone."
"What? Why?"
"If he's in there, and we find him, there could be severe consequences. I don't want you to suffer them. If you're staying out here, you'll be safe."
"Revan, what if he is Venerus? What if he tries to kill you?"
"Then you run. And you don't stop until you've found Nomi. Tell her what is going on, and you get as many Jedi in there as possible."
"What if he manages to break you, Rev? To turn you to the Dark Side? Before we can get you backup?"
Revan laughed, and said, "I'm remarkably stubborn. I won't fall that easily."
"Neither of us knows what Venerus can do. With the amount of power he has... you might not even be able to resist his attempts to force you to fall."
Revan sighed, as she wrapped her arms around Bastila. "Bastila, don't worry about me. I'll be fine. And, if the worst comes to pass, know this. I will never do anything that would hurt you. If I lost control of my arm and it tried to hurt you, I would cut it off."
Bastila nodded, the simple contact with Revan soothing her nerves just as much as the words spoken by the Knight. Then, she said, "Okay, but be careful. Promise me that you won't try to do more than you can. No one wants you to get hurt."
"Will do." Revan replied, as she stepped into the proving grounds.
-=0=-
As Revan and Bastila walked out of the temple, the Knight said to Meetra and Alek, "We didn't find him. Did you have any luck?"
"Nope. Nowhere in the Masters' quarters."
Revan sighed, and said, "Then I guess we have to go... there."
"You sure you want to take Bastila there? It isn't a very good place."
Revan was quiet for a moment, her eyes looking over to Bastila. Then said, "She'll be coming along."
"Alright, but don't blame me if she loses that adorable innocence." Meetra said.
"If she does I'll take the blame." Revan said, as the four all clambered into a speeder.
A few silent minutes later, they found themselves walking into the noise and stench of a club. Smoke seemed to assault every bit of their sense of smell, just as the horrible club music assaulted their ears.
As they walked through it, Revan said to Bastila over the bond, "Stay close to me. If anyone approaches you, kill them."
"Why?"
"The people here can be a bit... aggressive in their advances. So aggressive that trying to say no is pointless. They think that if you're in here, you're interested in getting laid."
"So just kill the first to approach me to send a message, and no one will inform the police because no one would willingly admit to being in here?"
"Exactly."
"Got it." Bastila replied as they approached, staying as close to Revan as she possible could. As they walked through the main part of the crowded club, they found themselves in a sea of moving people. They continued to walk through, politely pushing their way through the crowd.
However, as they moved, so did the people. And, as they attempted to get through unmolested, Bastila got separated from Revan. Revan checked behind her, but couldn't see the Padawan. She shouted, "Bastila! Where are you!?" But her voice was drowned out by the crowd. She continued to scan through the crowd, reaching out with the Force. But, the enormous number of people present made it nearly difficult to determine which one was Bastila.
Revan scanned the room, and swore under her breath. Half tempted to just cut a swath through the bar's clientele to find the younger woman. She continued to search, when a man grabbed the bag of her robe, and said, "Come here, baby. You'll have a great time with me." She turned around, grabbed him by the throat with one hand, and growled, "You will keep your hands to yourself if you want to keep them."
"Whoa, why are you in DTF if you aren't?"
"I came here looking for a suspected Dark Jedi." she replied, "So if you'll do me a favor, go find someone else to bother."
"Alright alright!" he said, "What's got your panties in a twist?"
"None of your business." Revan replied, as she threw him back into the crowd, knocking a few dozen people over. Their surprise was immense, but it quickly faded, as they returned to their previous activities.
-=0=-
Meanwhile, Bastila was completely lost. She didn't know where among the sea of people she was. It had been too late that she'd realized she and Revan were separated. She looked for a way out of the crowd, somewhere that it would be easier for Revan to find her. But, she just kept getting gently pushed aside by both men and women.
She started to dodge them, when she felt a hand grab one of her breasts. Revan's advice clear in her mind, she activated her lightsaber, and severed the hand of the man who had touched her, before turning around and severing his head.
A scream of what Bastila thought was shock came from a nearby woman. But, she soon realized she was wrong when the woman started caressing the corpse. She shouted, "Thanks! I've been looking for someone like this all night."
Bastila looked horrified, and said, "What is wrong with you?"
"What?" the woman said, "I couldn't hear that! Talk louder!" as she started pulling the clothes off the corpse.
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" Bastila shouted.
"Nothing. Corpses just get me wet!" the woman replied.
"That's disgusting!" Bastila replied, as suddenly a guard grabbed the woman by the back of the neck and said,
"I thought I made it clear that your ilk aren't welcome here."
"Oh, come on." the woman said. "Can't a girl just have ten minutes with a sexy corpse in this club?"
"No." The guard replied, as he snapped the woman's neck like it was a twig.
He turned to Bastila and said, "My apologies that you had to see that, Master Jedi. What brings you to the club? Most of your Order avoid here."
Bastila said, "I'm here on a mission from the Jedi Council. They have reason to suspect that a Dark Jedi comes here frequently. I'm part of a team of four Jedi, but I got separated from them among so many people."
The guard nodded, and said, "This is a dangerous place for someone on a mission to be here. Especially one as pretty as you. You'd be smart to find your companions as soon as possible."
"That's what I'm trying to do, but there are too many people. It's making it difficult to determine where they are."
He nodded, and said, "You should get out of here. They can regroup with you after they find their target."
"I can't do that! My teacher would be ashamed of me if I ran from a threat just because I was afraid of the place."
"How would you describe your teacher?"
"The most gorgeous woman you'd ever lay your eyes on." Bastila blurted out, without thinking.
The man laughed, and said, "You have a little crush on your Master?"
"It's a lot more complicated than that." Bastila sighed. "But, the most obvious feature is her sapphire blue hair."
"That should be easy to find." the guard said. "Stay close to this wall. If I find your teacher, I will bring her to you."
"Thank you." Bastila said, as she put her back to the wall.
A few minutes later, another man approached her, but walked away when he saw her lightsaber activate.
-=0=-
Revan continued to move through the club, desperately searching for Bastila. She continuously shouted, "Bastila, where are you!" She pushed her way through the crowd, looking for the younger woman. Fear creeping into her mind, that someone had hurt the woman who meant so much to her.
She continued to push through the crowd, when a man who was clearly a guard said, "Excuse me, Ma'am."
"What is it?" she snapped irritated at the distraction.
"Are you looking for another Jedi?"
"Yes." Revan said, "Have you found Bastila?"
"I don't know her name, but she has a yellow lightsaber."
"Take me to her now!" Revan said, her voice authoritative.
"That was the plan." he said, as he motioned for Revan to follow him. As they walked through the crowd, he said, "You shouldn't have brought your student here. Who knows how many bodies she's going to leave on the ground because of advances."
"One corpse should be enough to get people to keep their filthy hands off of her." Revan said. "And if anyone does anything to her... you'll be out of a job, because this place will be wiped off the face of Coruscant."
The guard laughed, and said, "No wonder she has a crush on you."
Revan laughed, and said, "You're out of your damn mind. Bastila's a Jedi through and through. She wouldn't have a crush on anyone. But especially not me. After what she's seen me do it's a miracle she doesn't run screaming every time she sees me."
"What have you done?"
Revan said, "Do you have a strong stomach?"
"You have to for this job."
"I liquidized a guy with my lightsabers. Right in front of her."
"I thought lightsabers cauterized the wounds they left."
"Not if you're really fast." Revan replied. "But, you have a job to do. Get me to Bastila now."
"Okay." the guard said. "She should be along that wall." he said, pointing right in front of him.
"Got it." Revan said, pushing through the crowd. When she reached the wall, she saw a guy making a beeline for Bastila. The Padawan saw her, and clearly sighed with relief. Then, just as the guy was about to touch Bastila, Revan caught his arm, and said, "Keep your hands off her. She and I are here on official business from the Jedi Council. And I'm sure that you do not want to get on the bad side of the Council."
He nodded, and moved away. Bastila stepped closer to Revan and said, "How did we get separated?"
"Bad luck." Revan replied, "We'll have to be more careful from here on out. Who knows what we'll encounter in this club. Hell, part of me is just hoping Meetra and Alek are staying focused."
"I'm sure they aren't." Bastila said.
-=0=-
Meanwhile, Meetra said, "BALDY!"
"What?" he asked, as he turned to face the Jedi Knight.
"Stay on target. We're here to find Vorthan. Not get laid."
"Right." he said, as he turned away from the woman in a short skirt and a shirt that was half open, revealing her lack of a bra.
Meetra shook her head, and said, "Geez. You're worse than I am."
"Did you see that chick?" Alek asked.
"Yes."
"Are you at all ashamed of me for wanting to go to her when she clearly wanted to sleep with me?"
Meetra shrugged, and said, "I guess not. But, we're on a mission. You shouldn't have even turned to go towards her. Remember what we're here to do, then after our job is done, you can go bang all the sluts in here you want."
"Sounds reasonable." Alek replied, as they continued to search for Vorthan.
-=0=-
Revan looked around, then motioned for Bastila to take her hand. "This way it'll be harder for us to get separated." she said.
Bastila just nodded, and took Revan's hand. They returned to moving through the crowd, looking for anyone who looked similar to Vorthan. That, and they were both secretly enjoying the simple contact of holding hands.
They continued to move through the club, until they bumped into Meetra and Alek. Who said, "We've checked everyone on this side! None of 'em look like Vorthan! Also, you two finally got together?"
Revan shook her head, and said, "We got separated earlier. This is to reduce the odds of it happening again."
"Clever." Meetra said. "Anyways, let's get the hell out of here. I've had enough of this fucking stench to last me a lifetime."
"Same here." Revan said, as she pushed her way towards the exit. When they got out into the relatively clean air of Coruscant, Revan, Meetra, and Bastila took in a deep breath, and said, "Much better. Now, we're going to need to clean the stench of that place off before we go back to the temple. I don't want people to ask why we smell of smoke, sex, and sadness."
"Alright." Meetra said. "I know a place where we can take showers before going back."
"Place of an ex of yours?"
"Nah." Meetra said. "Place I take most of my dates for the night. Can't really take 'em to the temple."
When Revan looked suspicious of Meetra, the Knight said, "Don't worry. I keep it smelling normal."
"Good." The Knight said, "Let's get there fast. It's almost night."
"Yeah..." Meetra said, sounding sad.
Revan gave the other Knight a hug, and said, "Don't worry. I'll be back less than a year from now."
"I know, but I'll miss you when you're gone." Meetra said.
"I'll still keep in touch." Revan said, "And we still have some time before we have to go."
"True. So, let's get these showers out of the way, and get back to the temple."
"Sounds good." Revan said, as the four got into the speeder once more.
-=0=-
A/N: And yet another chapter goes by without Revan and Bastila getting together. Fear not, loyal readers, we are drawing closer. That moment shall be coming before chapter 100. I swear it on my life, my honor, and my right to keep my genitals. And, as always, please follow/favorite/review.
