A/N: First off, thank you to those few that reviewed for the last chapter now if everyone could do the same I would really appreciate it. I mean, come on, I have like 110 followers and only a handful of reviews. If each of you took the time to leave just one review than it would help me greatly to understand if I am doing a good enough job. I don't know if the story is going in a good direction unless you tell me. Anyway, enough blabbering and on to the good stuff.

Also I'd like to thank JourneyRocks17 for pointing out another valid point I have completely forgotten to mention. Making a story this long will make you forget a few things. Anyway the issue concerning the idea over an all-powerful Revan will be, thankfully, dismissed. I know I have made him out to be this sort of super Jedi but he really is not. He is a man, frail and corruptible in every way. The only difference is that he has great power that he still does not know how to control. Revan is not all-powerful, he is just very powerful. Big difference. And that will be revealed in the future.

And so here is chapter 27, my least favorite number, but here it is, enjoy!

The Truth in Secrets

Well, Meetra had hoped to be able to catch a break by now. After all, just a friendly talk with Master Kavar should straighten this whole trip back to Dxun out right?

Wrong.

When she got there she was told that Onderon was in the middle of a civil war… yay. Not only that, but Dxun had a few problems of its own. So now she had to split her companions up into groups. Some to stay to guard the Ebon Hawk and the Mandalorian base while three led the charge to take out the Sith on the moon and two more to go with her. Really though, her choice was all but made up. She picked Kreia and Disciple to assist her at Onderon. Atton was to lead the attack on the Sith base. Really, he was the only one she could confidently trust to do that. He would be assisted by Bao-Dur and Visas Marr. A technician and a powerful Sith, or Jedi. Whichever Visas wanted to call herself at the moment.

The rest of her party would stay back and fend off any forces on their only stronghold. Not the greatest of plans but this would probably do it. The Sith forces had to be limited on this moon anyway. If not the Mandalorians would back them all up. The real problem was Onderon. She didn't know what she was going to expect once she got there.

"I must insist that you take more with you. Onderon is crawling with soldiers, it could take more than three to break through it." Visas Marr insisted as her and Meetra walked through the base in the final preparations for the attack.

"The ship we are taking is only meant for three people and I can't risk leaving you guys shorthanded." Meetra spoke softly. "Besides, I have Kreia to watch out for me." She said half-jokingly.

"Be weary of her. She may be trying to help you but she is just as broken as you are." Visas said as they approached Mandalore's barracks.

"I know, that's why I must try to help her as much as she helps me." Meetra said with a kind smile. She was dressed in dark brown Jedi robes, something she felt very familiar wearing. On her waist was her lightsaber, newly upgraded with the crystals she discovered on Dantooine. Including her crystal and the rare Cyan color crystal she discovered. Never before has she seen a Jedi wield that color of saber before. She was a rare Jedi so it was only fitting that she had a rare lightsaber as well.

"If that is what you believe then so be it." Visas said as they stopped outside the doors. She turned to face her new Master with a grim look.

"I would ask you to come with me but you are needed more here. This mission will only succeed with you to accompany them. Use caution and don't be afraid to tell Atton about anything amiss." Meetra put a hand on her shoulder and smiled. "I'm counting on you."

"I will not fail you." Visas said in her toneless voice.

"I know you won't. That's why I put you here. I trust you Visas." At this the blind Jedi attempted to give the Exile a smile.

"Thank you." She spoke and Meetra could hear from her shift in tone that she was clearly thankful.

"Good, now let's go see everyone else." She said before opening the doors to see that only Atton and Mandalore were present. "Where is everyone?" She asked.

Atton turned when he saw her. They hadn't spoken much after the incident on the ship but the awkwardness was fading away. Which is always a good thing. "The old hag is somewhere around her and as for your walking shadow, I thought he would be behind you." Atton muttered before turning back around looking at the map of the moon.

Meetra frowned. Atton clearly didn't have a problem voicing his displeasure for Disciple. "Well maybe he is. Anyway how does it look?" She said walking over to stand next to him.

"Well if it looked good then there wouldn't be a need for an attack would there?" Atton said sarcastically. Meetra rolled her eyes and he smirked. "It looks like they have an entire front base set up. But it's only one."

"You know, it wouldn't kill you to be serious." Meetra said glaring at the map.

"Where's the fun in that? If I was serious like you than I would bore you. And then you would stop hanging around me."

Meetra rolled her eyes. "Can we just focus for a moment?" She saw Mandalore walked out of the room for some reason. Maybe to check on the weaponry or something. "Atton I chose you because you are the most experienced leader but that's saying a lot."

"Hey!"

"And I know only you can bring the attack together so please, don't let me down." She said honestly looking over at him.

Atton didn't say anything for a moment. He sighed and pressed his hands on the terminal. "Look, I don't know why you think I can do this. I should be going with you. Not staying behind for this stupid thing." He said before lowering his head. "If I'm here while your way over there fighting a bigger battle, how can I know that you will come back?"

Meetra stared at him to see if he was just saying things again. But she saw that he was telling no lies. His head was down and he had his gaze fixed on the ground. Meetra looked to the side. She never knew he could actually talk like this. With feelings. She looked back at him and gently put her hand on his.

Atton turned his head to her when he felt her hand on his. It was soft but he could feel the calluses on her hand from all the battles she was in with her lightsaber. He looked up to her eyes and stayed silent. "I'll come back, I always do." She said in a kind voice. She held his hand tighter and smiled. "Just make sure you come back." She teased.

His smirk returned to his face. "You can't keep me away even if you wanted to." Meetra's smile faltered as she noticed the look in his eyes. And… they were getting closer? Her eyes widened. 'Oh Force, is he…?' She thought. She felt his hand move until he was clenching her hand. She tried to back away but when she felt his hand on her back she stopped. He wasn't pushing her towards him but just to keep her from backing away.

"Do you want me to go?" He asked. Meetra saw that he wasn't invading her space anymore but simply staying near her. Very, very near her. She stared at him for a while with the only sound being her heavy breathing.

"I…" She tried to say something, anything to try and break out of this but she found that she truly didn't want him to go. She didn't want him to leave the group, or stay here while she went to Onderon, or leave her presence right now. He intrigued her, better yet he made her feel like no one else made her feel. Beautiful, desirable and all that. But when she thought about it, so did everyone else that laid eyes on her. The beautiful but dangerous Jedi general of the Mandalorian Wars that was every teenage boys' fantasy. But Atton was different. In his own weird smug way, he saw her as the most beautiful thing ever. His own thoughts actually, she heard it when he forgot to play Pazaak in his head. And she would be lying if she didn't find him slightly attractive. He pulled off that uncaring smuggler act quite well.

"No." She finally spoke looking into his eyes. Instead of the smirk she was expecting she was met with an impassive look. It appeared he wasn't expecting her to say that, given how their last conversation went.

Before anything else could happen, the door to the room flew open and the rest of the crew came in. Meetra panicked. Without thinking, and in the rush of the moment, she raised her hand and Atton was thrown across the room due to her incredible power in the Force and lack of concentration. She looked back at him to see that he was lying down against the wall rubbing his head. "What the hell?!" He yelled as he slowly started to get up.

"What did we miss?" The Handmaiden asked as she tried to hide the smile from seeing Atton thrown across the room like that.

Meetra quickly dashed over and helped him up. "Sorry," she whispered as she grabbed his hand and helped him stand back up. When he was back up she did her best to avoid his eyes and walked back over to the group like nothing happened. "So, now that everyone is here let's get down to it." She said brushing her long hair back and standing in front of the group.

"So for the attack on Onderon, it will be Kreia and Disciple going with me. I know how you all feel about this but the less people the better. They are going to be concerned with taking the palace so we will be able to go through their back lines somewhat easily. The real trouble will be when we get to their front lines but I think we will manage. Anyway, for taking out the forces here I have left that up to Atton, Bao-Dur, and Visas. Again, a smaller force will be used to avoid suspicion and slip through easier. And the Mandalorians have provided us with supplies and the means to take them out so I think everyone will manage. Finally, Mandalore will stay behind and coordinate his forces here while Handmaiden and T3 will provide Intel and reinforcements, if needed." She explained. "Any questions?"

No one had a question and she smiled. "Good, then we should get ready. The first party will move out in a few minutes then we will head out as well." She said before walking out and everyone began to go their separate ways. Meetra went out to go and check on the ship that they were going to fly into Onderon in as Disciple went to gather supplies. Kreia muttered something about meditation while the others went to get ready as well.

She walked up to the hanger doors and closed her eyes. She needed to focus. Telling the others that it was going to be easy for her was just so that they wouldn't worry. Only her and Kreia knew that they were walking right into the middle of a warzone with very limited resources. It was suicide, if she wasn't Meetra Surik. She began a slow meditation. One that didn't require her to be in a controlled environment or to be at inner peace. Her breathing became steady and controlled as she focused in on the Force. The swirling feeling of a call to her filled her mind. She stretched out and embraced the light that was around her. She could feel it, all of it. The entire Force on the planet. She felt the increase in darkness that radiated off of the Mandalorians. Then, she felt the pull of the light from her companions. This confused her. They were all so heavy in the Force, all of them. It didn't make much sense to her, how could they all be Force-sensitive? And why did it seem like all of their power was being drawn to her?

She didn't have long to dwell on this as she saw a vision. A huge towering fortress, a tomb so to speak. It was surrounded by Sith. Deeper in the vision she saw powerful Sith Lords in the tomb itself. Waiting for her companions. She could only watch as they all fell one by one. Visas, Bao-Dur, and finally Atton. They all perished at the feet of the Sith.

Her eyes snapped open. Sweat dripped off her brow as she saw the revelation of what would happen. She had to warn them. She turned to find them when Kreia appeared. "It appears that you are more of a Jedi than I had hoped." She said.

"You saw it too?" She asked suddenly out of breath. Were all Jedi visions like this?

"Of course, we share a bond, you and I. What you see is what I see. What you feel is what I feel. And concerning the fool of a pilot in which you are having some fleeting connection with, I believe that this course is the best."

"But they'll die! All of them! Do you not care about that?"

"You walk as if you are the Jedi general you once were, you talk as if you are the same. But you are not. Casualties of war are to be expected. If the life of one fool is forfeit for the life of the hope of the galaxy then I will see it through."

"But I won't." Meetra began walking past her but stopped when Kreia stepped to the side, blocking her path.

"You think that you can ignore what is right in front of you? That you can just try to contain actions as you see fit? Every rock thrown into the water leaves a ripple. If you wish to reveal events foretold by the Force then the Force will not sit idly by as it is tampered with. It will use you before you can use it. If you trust in the Force than you will be a victim to it." Meetra slowly looked up at her Master. Her eyes were wide as she came to one conclusion.

"You're not talking about right now are you? You want me to think about my future decisions right?"

A miniscule smile came across Kreia's lips. "Ah, so you are learning. If we were allowed to use the Force as we pleased then the Jedi would still exist, instead of a distant memory they are now. Learn from this, the Sith perish because they do not see the repercussions of such things. They see the Force as a tool, something to be controlled. So the Force uses them, before destroying them. Then there are the Jedi. They see the Force as what it is, an entity. A very real and living being. So the Force, again, uses them before destroying them for being so close to the truth." Kreia turned and started to walk away. "Be weary of the Force, it would seek to use you until it is finished with you."

Meetra stood there for a moment as Kreia walked away. Her face was contorted in shock and pain. The words of the old woman echoed painfully in her skull. In the end she knew how painfully right Kreia was. But still, she couldn't let any of them die. To hell with the Force and with whatever it deemed "natural."

With that set in mind she turned to tell them. She had to. She turned to see Atton standing there with an impassive look. "Well you look like you've seen a ghost." He said looking at her.

Meetra hesitated for a moment before her voice returned. "You're not far off."

As usual, Atton took it as a joke. He laughed a bit and walked towards her. "Nice to see you too. What, didn't hurt me enough when you threw me across the room?" He stopped when he was a foot in front of her.

Meetra shifted uncomfortably as she recalled the moment that led up to that. "I said I was sorry." She said in a low tone, gazing at the ground.

"What's really going on?" He asked when he noticed how small she was making herself. Now, Meetra was in fact small, but she always made herself look big. It was her natural stance and walk that made her seem big. From years of fighting a war and being around so many soldiers who look to her, she had to stand out, be the leader. Her posture and demeanor showed this. But from time to time, especially if she was troubled, she would make herself appear the small young woman that she was. This was one of those times.

"You need to know something but I'm not sure how to tell you." Meetra started. She clenched her hands together and kept looking down. "I had a… vision." She started.

"What, like the things Jedi have?"

"Yeah, something like that. You need to be prepared for what is going to happen." She said finally looking up at him. "There will be Sith Lords there. At least three and I need you to be ready for that." She said honestly.

The look Atton was giving her basically said he didn't believe her. "So, if I am getting this right. The Force, gave you a vision that showed you that we were going to go up against Sith Lords?" He started laughing but stopped when he saw that Meetra was glaring at him. "I'm sorry if I don't buy it but it sounds a bit far-fetched to me."

She sighed and ran a hand through her hair, brushing it back out of her eyes. "I know but please just be ready for it. We haven't faced any one like that so I wanted you-"

Atton interrupted her. "I got that, watch out for very powerful Sith Lords that will kill me. Anything else?"

"Atton, this is serious." She tried to sound serious.

"Really? I thought it was a joke."

"Is everything alright?" They both turned to see Disciple standing not too far from them. Meetra sighed and Atton glared at him.

"We're fine, thank you." Meetra said softly, doing her best to give him a smile.

"Yeah, so why don't you give us a second pretty boy. She'll be all yours in a moment." Meetra frowned at the way he said that.

Disciple looked doubtfully at Meetra. She looked back at him wiping away her frown. "Just one moment." He looked between the two of them before nodding and walking towards the hanger. Meetra waited until he was out of earshot to start talking again. "Please Atton, for me just listen and be safe."

He turned to her and opened his mouth to probably throw more insults or say something smart but stopped. Her words suddenly sunk in. For her, what did she think he was? Some sort of love sick fool. Well… he was. But she didn't have to know that. Ever.

But this one time he could let it slide. "Fine, I will be careful of some powerful Sith Lords," he said waving his hands excessively for emphasis, "if that's you want." He said dropping his hands.

She mustered a smile to him that was genuine. "Thank you." Silence passed between them once again. Meetra thought hard about what was going to happen. A lot of fighting, a lot of killing, and a small chance of success. She had been up against these odds before but somehow this was different.

She cared about all of her companions. She didn't want any one of them to die. They weren't numbers anymore, they weren't collateral, they are her trusted friends. All of them, even Kreia. If she had to sacrifice herself to save them then so be it. But not one of them would pay the price for her.

"Well," she was brought back to reality by Atton's voice. "You should probably get ready to go." He said.

Meetra looked up at him for a long time. Trying to figure out something in her mind. What it was didn't really make sense to her. Feelings, in general. From years of being a Jedi it was: which feelings are bad which feelings are good and all that stuff. But now, all feelings seemed good and bad at the same time. It was all puzzling. But one thing made sense, Atton seemed to generate most of these feelings in her. Now they all collided in this moment, and that made her worry. Mostly about herself and the fact that she didn't quite trust herself at the moment. But still, she never had a chance for a goodbye before. The only one she ever got was when she basically walked away from Revan and the Jedi Order all those years ago. She never had experiences with long goodbyes.

"Yeah, I suppose so." She lifted her hand about halfway up then stopped. She awkwardly put her arm back down and shuffled her feet. What was one supposed to do in a situation like this?

Unsure of herself, she quickly turned around and started walking away. She got about five steps when she felt Atton's life force start to go away in the other direction. She closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh. Raising a hand to push the hair out of her eyes, she turned back around. "Um, Atton." She called to him. He turned back around and raised an eyebrow as if asking her. Without thinking much of anything she rushed back to him and wrapped her arms around his back. She felt him stiffen up as she hugged him but he reluctantly put his arms around her as well.

She was staring far out as she hugged him tightly. "Be safe." She said, her grip intensifying. His hand came up and rested on the top of her head. He brushed through her locks on long dirt blonde hair as he held her close.

"Yeah, same thing to you." She smiled when she heard that. It was a pure Atton line. No one else really talked like that. Always avoiding anything that would give off emotion or feelings. It was cute really. Well, she thought so.

Reluctantly, she released him and gave him a smile. He tried to hide his own grin but she could see the faint lip curling of what was going to be a smile. Before there was a chance for awkward conversation she turned and left.

But this time she did so confidently. Knowing that everything would be alright.

"Do you know how to fly this contraption?" Kreia asked as they strapped in their transport to Onderon.

Meetra was seated in the front seat where the controls were. She began to fire it up as the top hanger doors opened. "Yeah, for the most part. I was getting shot at by them most of the time." She explained as the controls came to life and a soft humming noise was heard. "We'll just see how this goes." She said with a small laugh.

Kreia frowned doubtfully and Disciple shuffled in his seat. Meetra pressed another button to fire up the engines and she grabbed onto the flight controls. The ship shook then hurtled back towards the ground. It hit with a crash and everyone in the ship jumped. Disciple looked around worriedly and Kreia stared at the back of Meetra. The girl started laughing.

"And what is so funny?" The elder Jedi asked.

Meetra waved her hand in the air. "Oh nothing I just forgot the basic Mandalorian training." She said returning to the flight controls.

"And what would that be?" Kreia asked impatiently.

Meetra looked back and smiled. "Mandalorians don't use the inverted controls." She explained before successfully piloting the Mandalorian ship out of the hanger and into space. They left the atmosphere, a little rough, but managed to head towards Onderon. She put it on auto pilot then brought up the computer HUD. "Alright we will be entering Iziz in the middle of a civil war so any ideas on where to land?"

"What about near the palace?" The only male on the trip suggested.

Meetra shook her head. "It would be ideal, but if we crash into the wrong spot we will find ourselves surrounded by an entire army. Not to mention the many anti-aircraft guns they have centered around that place." Meetra explained as a satellite image of Iziz popped up on her datapad.

"Wherever we land it will be the target of any resistance. What we need to look for is the least resistance." Kreia explained.

"Right, well how about here?" Meetra said turning around to show them. "It's where they have fewest forces and basically their rear front. Low level soldiers, nothing but rookies. Any military strategist will keep their strongest on the front while the back is for the supply."

"This is where having an experienced general comes in handy." Kreia actually gave her a compliment.

"But there's a catch." Meetra continued as she widened the map. "We will be entering heavy anti-aircraft fire. So there is a chance we will not make it to the surface." She explained.

"We will trust in the Force. Their guns are no match for that kind of power." Kreia chimed in.

Before Meetra could continue her mind felt like it ached. No, it hurt. Her whole entire being hurt. She suddenly dropped her datapad. She brought a shaky hand up to her head as she felt something pierce her skull. It was an all too familiar feeling. She opened her eyes wide. 'The darkside, but how?' She thought.

"Are you alright?" Disciple asked, concern in his voice.

She unstrapped herself with her free hand and dropped to her knees. "N-no, I uh… just take the controls please." She pleaded as she picked herself up and shuffled over to the other seat. He quickly helped her over and made sure she was strapped in before going to the pilot seat. Kreia watched this happen and did nothing. She simply observed this. Once she was seated Kreia spoke.

"It is the Force. You are bonded with them as I are to you. What you are feeling is the darkness that they are encountering. And right now… failing." Kreia explained.

Meetra was gripping her head in pain trying to make sense of it. "Failing?"

"Yes, even though they are strong they appear to not be strong enough. The former Sith apprentice who is tainted by the darkside. The technician who had a hole in him so deep that only darkness could fill it. And the fool whose past has left him scarred beyond repair. They all have been walking a fine line until now. Now, they will fall to what you have tried so hard to hide. The darkness in themselves."

The pain didn't let up. It only increased. She could feel all the darkness pushing into her. "Wait," she said suddenly. She turned to Kreia. "If I could feel them then they can feel me right?" She said quickly.

"That is true." Kreia said, seeming to care less about the event.

Meetra looked forward and pressed her hands to her temples. She started controlled breaths, trying to calm herself enough for meditation. She delved deep into herself, trying to call out the target of the darkside. Eventually, she found it. She could feel the three of them. And then, three more people. These three were completely enticed with the darkside. Her vision was coming true, but she could change that.

Reaching deeper into the minds of her friends she felt their thoughts, their feelings. Not paying attention to that she reached deeper to pull out the light, the hope, the strength they all had. She pushed it. Using her own power she pushed their strength up and their hope. Bringing out the light in them she could strengthen them even more. With that, she pushed even farther. She watched the battle happen and saw her friends winning. She kept up her connection throughout, even past her limits, until all their enemies were gone.

Snapping her eyes open and breathing heavily, she broke the meditation. Feeling her strength slowly return, she calmed herself. She turned to Kreia when she heard the old Jedi laugh. "As I expected, you can learn any ability without training. Your instincts are what saves you child. You were bred for battle, more so than Revan could even imagine. That's what he saw in you. Tell me, when did you learn how to finally use your Echani training? When Revan taught you or in the midst of battle?"

Meetra was trying to process everything that her Master was saying but it was still hard for her. She had practically used up all of her Force strength. "What? In battle I suppose."

Kreia smirked. "Then I was correct. You feed off battle like the darkside itself. But you are the polar opposite of it. There is always balance in the Force. Where there is light, there will be darkness and vice versa. Where the entire darkside gains strength from it, you are the light part of it. Where an entire army gains power you alone gain it. That kind of power… is something that should be feared and not wielded lightly. But you wield it without care or fear. That is something that your enemies will come to fear."

Meetra turned and stared. "I… feed off of battle?"

"What you do not understand is what makes you a threat to others as well as yourself. In time, you will come to terms with what you are and surpass any and all Jedi. It was what you were meant to do."

Taking this all in was hard enough, but add a splitting headache and it made it impossible. But still, all of this didn't make sense because of one thing. "What exactly did I do?"

"You used a long forgotten technique of both the Jedi and the Sith. The Jedi used it thousands of years ago to better themselves in combat, for inner strength in them and their allies. The Sith used it to wage war and overthrow the Jedi and the Republic. But, this technique was lost to the Jedi when they began their fear and extermination of the Sith. It has only been honed by one person since. And you know very well who this is. The Jedi Bastila Shan had a very rare technique to influence others. A trait that Revan exploited in her during her youth before he left for the wars. A trait she ultimately used against him which ended in his downfall. This technique is called Battle Meditation."

Meetra's eyes grew with understanding. She understood what she did, but she didn't know how. "What? How is this possible? It took Bastila years to use it but I just did it in a manner of minutes."

"Seconds actually. Again, in the way you don't understand is where you are a threat. No Jedi can even dream to imagine the power in which you unknowingly wield. It is ironic that the Jedi fear you, because they are right to. You felt the call of battle and acted on your instincts. Through this you were able to expand your mind to impossible lengths through the Force. You didn't restrict yourself and you succeeded."

"You planned this to happen? From the moment I had the vision."

"Yes, it was a test to your skills. And you exceeded what I thought. Your power is increasing past what I had hoped for. This is a most welcome surprise."

Meetra stared at the older woman for a moment before looking down at her lap. She stared at her hands. 'So, the Jedi really did fear me. But why? Surely this couldn't be the only reason.' Meetra thought long on this as the controls started to beep.

"Oh, were starting our descent. I'll take the controls now." She said standing up and switching seats again. She gripped the controls and took a deep breath. "Here goes nothing."

Tython,

Meditation never came easy for Jedi with inner conflict. Revan could attest to that. Through years and years of his own inner demons he had never truly meditated in peace. It was a rare but very welcoming feeling.

He had returned home for a short time. Leaving things in Meetra's hands was something he could have done from the start but he wanted to make sure his oldest friend was safe to go on her own. And unsurprisingly she was. She truly was something else entirely.

Even after getting exiled from the Jedi Order she returned to the light at the first sign of her Force powers returning. She was… beautiful in the Force. Something so pure that it could not be defined. It was odd though, that she could be drawn into war so easily when she was so pure in heart and soul. This… puzzled him.

A smile graced his lips when he felt two small hands cover his eyes. "Trying to tempt me?" Revan asked his wife.

Bastila rolled her eyes and let go of him. She walked around and sat right next to him, leaning her head on his shoulder. "Yes oh wise Jedi. Will you resist the darkside?" She joked as she placed her hand on his.

"I don't know, it seems really good now." He said smiling at her. "Where's Vaner?"

"He's asleep." Bastila replied softly. Revan leaned his head on hers and closed his eyes.

"Is this better than running around and saving the galaxy?" He asked.

Bastila was silent for a moment before she smiled. "I can't lie that I miss all the fun. But yes, I do enjoy just resting in peace. We don't have to worry about anything."

Revan opened his eyes again and looked out ahead. "I know what you mean. I can honestly say that peace is so much better than war. Despite what you may think I despise war but believe in the necessity of it. Mortals are naturally in conflict, they cannot avoid it no matter what. Even if they are pacifists, they will eventually battle whether with actions or words. It's simply man's nature."

Bastila laughed softly. "You're always such a philosopher."

"I won't object to that." Revan said with a smile. "What do you think about what's happening?"

Bastila sat up and looked at him oddly. "You haven't asked me that before."

"Well I told you what I would be doing and that I would be helping her but I didn't ask what you thought." He explained.

"I hope you are truly trying to help her."

Revan turned to her. "What else would I do? Meetra is deserving of having her life back. It was my fault she was cut off from the Force so I had to help her."

Bastila put a loving hand on his shoulder. "It wasn't your fault. You told me what happened, it was the war. There was nothing you could have done."

Revan dropped his head and sighed. "I could have helped her instead of just letting her leave."

"But you can't change that."

"I can now." He said looking back up at her. "She didn't deserve anything that happened to her. If the Jedi were wrong about any one thing it was her. She was perfect in the light. Through the war she was the only Jedi who was immune to the darkside. She resisted in entirely. So instead of getting stronger through the years she became conflicted and weaker. Meetra was everything any Jedi could only dream of being. But they rejected her when I…" He trailed off.

Bastila narrowed her eyes. "Go on." She said in a commanding voice.

"When I sent her to the Order."

"So you did send her back."

Revan stood up abruptly and had his back to her. "I didn't force her. I knew she would. She came to terms with herself and was going to see it all through. I showed her to the council and they rejected her. So in turn they rejected their own fate." He clenched his fist. "I didn't want it to happen but it did." He turned back to her and looked into her eyes solemnly. "Now you know the truth. But I never meant to hurt her. She is… special to me."

Bastila stared at him for a moment. She slowly got up and walked in front of him. "You need to come with terms to what you have done. And I mean everything. All the things you did when you were the Dark Lord of the Sith too. You can't just ignore it. You need to let it go."

"I know. But it's not that easy. All I did was for a purpose but I can't deny that sometimes that purpose was for my own gain. I can't just ignore it."

"Then don't. You know what you did and you regret it. I know what you did and I have forgiven you. Can't you forgive yourself?"

Revan thought about that. Can he ever forgive himself? The things he did were terrible. Masking his own actions with a long and bloody war that cost millions of lives. That in itself was bad enough but what made it worse was the fact that he threw all of that away for Bastila. That all his efforts were wasted when he was betrayed and he had to witness Malak's demise and even more death from the hands of his old friend. Could he forgive himself for all those deaths and even the worst one; Malak's? He let Malak fall down the path and in the end probably killed him before the confrontation on the Star Forge. He had forgiven Malak but can he forgive himself?

"How can I? From everything I caused."

Bastila sighed and placed her hand on his cheek, making him look at her. "Everyone has forgiven you. The galaxy, the Jedi, me, even Malak. It's time to forgive yourself and let go of the pain."

Revan stared at her for a moment. He brought his hand up and placed it on hers. "If that's what you want…"

"No." She said sharply. "If it's what you want."

He had to smile. She truly did know him inside and out. "It is, in some small way. But I doubt I will ever be at peace from it."

Bastila smiled a bit and came closer to him. Pressing her small form against him. "That's why you have me around. To help with what is too much for you."

Revan smirked and wrapped an arm around her waist. "Trust me, I have you around for a lot of reasons. Maybe because I love you or something like that."

She laughed softly and rolled her eyes. "I love you too." Revan smiled genuinely and tilted his head down for a sweet loving kiss. It was always the small things in life.

He may not be able to hide what he did in the past, but he could forgive himself for it. What good would it do to hold on to all that regret? Bastila taught him that. After all these years she was now the one teaching him.

Fin.

A/N: So a little character analysis of both Revan and Meetra in this chapter along with a very long explanation of Meetra and her secret powers. So yes I kind of took what the game said and gave my own little interpretation of how her powers work. It wasn't easy trying to decipher it and turn it around into a very dumbed down interpretation but that's what I came up with. Anyway sorry for how long it is taking me to come out with new chapters but I will try and up the timeline of updates but no promises.

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