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In case it's not clear: "whatever" is talking, 'whatever' is thinking, /whatever/ is Wookie language.

After his usual morning routine, Mylan made his way to the Enclave archives. He found an open terminal and sat down, beginning his search on information pertaining to Revan. Since Revan had trained on Dantooine and was never one to blend into the background, there was no shortage of information on him. Academic transcripts, lists of his various honors and awards, records of his status as a Padawan and Knight, even a transcript of the assembly where his rebellion against the Jedi first began. Mylan sat and read every bit of information he could find.

Hours later, he leaned back in his chair, groaning in frustration. 'What's up with this data? Every record is here, complete as can be, just like you'd expect of some weird pseudo-monk order like the Jedi, but there isn't a single picture of Revan. Even the footage of that assembly doesn't have anything, they just include camera shots that stay on the Masters while Revan is speaking.'

Mylan rested his head on his hands, pretending the headache he knew was coming wouldn't be a bad one. 'They aren't trying to act like he doesn't exist. The whole galaxy knows about him, and there isn't a single record missing here. It's not him, it's his image they want to destroy. Why though? In the wars he always wore that mask. Who cares what he really looks like? Well, obviously the Jedi do, but why? It doesn't make any sense.'

So absorbed was Mylan in his thoughts, he completely failed to notice Zhar walking up behind him. "Studying, Mylan?"

Mylan nearly jumped out of his seat. "M…master Zhar!"

"Ah, I see I startled you. My apologies. I did not realize you were to deep in thought." Zhar looked over Mylan's shoulder at the screen. "Revan? An interesting subject to research. What drew your interest to him, if I may ask?"

Mylan sat up, quickly working on a cover story. "It's wise to study our enemies, isn't it, Master?"

"But Revan is no longer our enemy; he is gone."

"Yes, but he started the war, laid the groundwork for all the Sith are. He built their war machine."

"Very true, but had you been so studious with Sith actions since Malak became Dark Lord you would see that Sith tactics have changed." Zhar pointed out. "They are far more simple minded, relying on brute force, as even a cursory reading of the battle reports would tell you. Your dedication to research is admirable, but I'm afraid you have picked a poor subject." As he spoke, Zhar's gaze seemed to shift to some distant point, almost wistfully.

"You'll have to forgive me for saying so, Master Zhar, but it sounds like there's a bit more to it than that."

Zhar quickly refocused his gaze on Mylan, looking like he was considering giving the human a scolding, but as quickly as it came, the look passed. "I taught Revan. When he turned it was… difficult to accept. Even for Jedi with all our dedication and wariness of attachments, betrayal touches our hearts."

"Ah, I apologize Master. I did not mean to bring up difficult parts of the past. I will speak of this no longer." Mylan logged out of the computer and got to his feet. "If you will excuse me, I am long overdue for my daily meditation." Mylan bowed to Zhar and left the archives.

'He was holding back. Revan leaving like he did and coming back a Sith, that definitely affected him, but there was something else there; some emotion he buried, but I saw it. But it wasn't there long enough for me to identify exactly which emotion it was.'

Early in his training Mylan learned that to be a Jedi, he would have to pass three trials. The first was laughably easy: recite the Jedi code and explain the meaning of each line. The Jedi taught it in great detail, but truth be told, Mylan could have passed the first test with five minutes of study, so when he did it didn't feel like an accomplishment worthy of note at all.

The second trial was meant to be harder: building a lightsaber. Zhar led Mylan to a workshop near the Council Chamber. As the two entered, another Jedi was just departing, leaving the workbench vacant. "There are no instructions provided for this task. The materials you will require are at the workbench. Use the Force to determine the proper combination of components and crystals, and please, before you attempt to active a lightsaber, let myself or another Master check your work. An improperly seated crystal can cause the weapon to be dangerous to activate." Revan nodded to Master Zhar and sat down to begin his work.

Zhar stood patiently, watching Mylan work. A normal Jedi doing this for the first time would have been far younger than Mylan, with little real world experience in electronics and energy weapons. Mylan however, assembled his lightsaber with an ease that looked almost practiced.

'I see why Bastila said we had no choice but to teach him. He knows the ways of the Force instinctively, every bit of his training as Revan is still there, just beneath the surface. This trial too is nothing for him. He doesn't even realize the way he builds that lightsaber is nothing like an Initiate should.'

Zhar looked closer at Mylan's work and the materials at the work bench. Something nagged at him, something about the materials on the workbench was off, but he couldn't place what. Suddenly Mylan raised his now complete lightsaber in the air and activated it. A deep violet blade sprang forth.

'Purple? How? There should only have been green blue and yellow crystals at that workbench! We specifically checked this morning to make sure! How did he get a crystal just like Revan's old color?'

And suddenly the answer came to Zhar. 'The Jedi who left as we entered. He must have changed the color of his lightsaber and left a violet crystal. All our best efforts and still Mylan resembles Revan. At this rate Malak might not matter. If Mylan were to stray at all we could have a new Dark Lord in this very enclave.

Mylan was just getting back to the Ebon Hawk after an early afternoon meditation session when Canderous and Mission walked in. The Mandalorian looked just like always and walked to the male dormitory on the ship without a word. Mission, however, looked like she'd just tried running to Taris and back. She was panting raggedly, had sweat pouring off her, and barely was able to even collapse into a chair; the poor girl was exhausted.

"Um, you ok Mission?" Mylan hesitantly asked.

"You have to ask? Isn't it obvious?"

"What happened?"

"You should know what happened, it's your fault after all."

"What are you talking about?" Mylan asked, staring at the girl blankly.

"This was all your idea! Sure, you made it sound all nice and easy, Canderous would teach me to shoot a bit better. No problem, right? Wrong."

"Um, what exactly happened?"

"Canderous decided I was too 'soft' and since we're stuck here, he'd fix that. So he's had me doing calisthenics, running, and I mean running real far, like marathons almost. This sucks! When this was just shooting things it sounded good, but now it isn't even a little bit fun."

"But at least you can run fast now." Mylan offered.

"Yeah? So what?"

"So you can run away after you tease Canderous."

"What are you talking about? Tease him how?" Mission asked.

"I'm sure you could find fun calling him Candy."

Mission broke up in a fit of giggles. "Wow! Candy! He'll hate that!"

"It's a good thing you can run fast now, isn't it Mission?"

"That's great, yeah. Thanks Mylan." Mission smiled at Mylan and gave him a warm hug.

It was now a month into Mylan's training. He was well on his way to being a Jedi; only the third trial remained and he was confident the Masters would give him this task within a matter of days.

Currently, Mylan was in a deserted meditation chamber, spending the afternoon in deep meditation, an activity he did an inordinate amount of the time now. He had commented on this once to Zhar, how the training seemed weighted unusually heavily to meditation at the expense of lightsaber training, and to a much larger degree, usage of Force powers. He was told that through familiarity and closeness with the Force that these things would come. Mylan found the answer unsatisfying, but knew pushing the issue would get him nothing.

As Mylan's mind drifted deeper into meditation, the currents of the Force carried it not to the usual training he was undergoing now, but a vision of the past. Mylan saw himself sitting in the grasslands outside the Enclave. With him was a teenage (and quite cute for her age) Bastila, and surprisingly, what looked like a teenage Malak (with a metal free jaw line).

"So, you have fun on Coruscant, Bastila?" Revan asked.

"The Temple was certainly quite something to see." Bastila answered in an accent tinted voice just as cute as the rest of her teenaged self.

"That Temple is such a joke." Malak said. "We're supposed to be all humble and stuff as Jedi. Yeah, right. That Temple is humble. Sure it is."

"What, you don't think hundred foot ceilings, marble floors and gold trim are humble?" Revan asked, trying and failing to keep a straight face.

"It was rather… disconcerting to see the Temple. It's huge, it's as ostentatious as a palace, and where it stands, it's like it's trying to compete with the Senate. Two huge buildings trying to stare each other down. The Jedi there didn't seem to notice any of it, but personally I couldn't wait for my two week stay to end." Bastila replied.

"Yeah, I remember the first time Revan and I got sent there for a two week exchange program. The place is just so stuffy and serious. I swear, they think the fate of the galaxy is at stake every time they go to the bathroom. So full of themselves."

"Well I didn't watch their attitude in the bathroom as closely as Alek." Revan said with a smirk. "But I did get the same bad vibe from the place. It's so self-important, so hypocritical, and so preachy, to me it's everything the Jedi shouldn't be."

"I agree." Bastila nodded. "This Enclave feels so much nicer. It feels like the home of people actually seeking to do good in the galaxy rather than rule it."

The vision faded and Mylan returned to consciousness. 'So that's what Bastila looked like as a teenager? Not bad.'

Comment on teenage Bastila done, Mylan moved on the real meat of the vision.

'Two visions of Revan now. Not just two visions, but two visions where I'm Revan. As if that's not enough there's the Jedi; the looks they give me when they think I'm not going to notice, how they evade questions and obviously withhold certain facts. And then there's the records of Revan. So very complete and detailed and helpful and so obviously missing every picture of him. There's some secret around here, and it has to do with Revan.'

Mylan paced around the Enclave courtyard slowly. 'How to figure this out, though? The information on Revan here is totally sanitized. Unless I hacked into some forgotten backups or something, I won't find a thing here. Thing is, I haven't got the skills to that; the only one that does is Mission, but asking her has some problems. That girl is way too curious to just do it without asking a lot of things I don't want to answer. No, I've got to come up with another plan.'

And then suddenly the answer came to Mylan. 'They've altered the records here, but there's more than one place that has them. They're keeping me here, so there's no need to sanitize the records elsewhere. So all I need to do is access records from the Jedi Temple at Coruscant.'

Mylan grinned, quite satisfied with himself as he headed to the Enclave Archive. His satisfaction was short lived, however. Access Denied the terminal told him. Anywhere he tried to log in, access denied. Apparently the Jedi had foreseen this and Mylan's account only allowed him access to the Dantooine computer network.

'Damn.' Mylan swore to himself. 'And if they're that paranoid they're probably watching my computer activity. I bet that's how Zhar caught me researching Revan in the first place. I need a cover fast, before some Master comes to bust me.'

Mylan frantically started bringing up information on the Dantooine Council members, looking like he was studying it carefully. Within just a few minutes, Vrook happened by, just as Mylan had expected.

"Hard at work, Mylan?" Vrook asked.

"Yes Master Vrook. I had looked into Revan earlier, but Master Zhar said he was a poor choice to research, so I'm looking at the Council Members here."

"Ah, looking into my file, are you?"

"Yes Master. You, Masters Vandar and Zhar are the top Jedi here, so it stands to reason you would be the prime examples to research and follow."

Vrook nodded. "Most wise. Then I won't keep you any longer. Good luck with your studies. I hope you find much to follow in those files."

Vrook walked back the way he came and Mylan finally allowed himself to breathe easier. 'Damn, that was too close. Almost caught and nothing to show for it. I need a new plan here.'

Mylan did his best to look busy while looking around, trying to think of what to do. The suddenly, as if by accident (or the will of the Force) Mylan's gaze fell upon the solution.

As secure in their connection to the Force as they were, and as powerful in battle, the Jedi, like all other people had their weaknesses. In this case, absent mindedness. A Jedi Knight had just left the Archive and neglected to log out of the terminal he was using. It was a mistake that should have meant nothing. After five minutes of inactivity he would have been automatically logged out, or the next person to use the terminal would log them out. It was inconceivable to the Jedi that an enemy would be able to actually get into the Archive and take advantage of a minor oversight such as this.

Mylan got up (making sure to log out of his own terminal) and walked to the neglected terminal. Making sure no one was looking, Mylan began using the man's account to connect to the Coruscant Archive. Within seconds access was granted and Mylan accessed Revan's biography. The text was a perfect match for the text in the Dantooine Archive, but the Coruscant Archive had pictures to go with the file.

Mylan rushed out of the Jedi Enclave, moving with just enough restraint to not raise a panic. Once he was outside the gates, however, he broke into a run. He ran aimlessly, taking turns at random, running until finally he could go no farther and simply collapsed on the grass. He had no way to know he had found the same spot where so many years ago it was not he, but Bastila running from the Enclave for comfort. She had found it then, and it had changed her life that day, and now Mylan needed the same.

Deep down, Mylan knew what he might find in the pictures of Revan, but to actually see it with his own eyes, to have the truth laid before him with such finality, he didn't know if he could handle it. How could it be true? The pictures in the archive, the Jedi's behavior, all the little inconsistencies and evidence, it all said he had a life other than the one he knew; a life that should be his, but he couldn't remember. How could the person in those photographs be him? How could he be Revan?

Mylan looked within himself for the truth; for answers. So many times the Jedi had said one should search their feelings for the truth, so that was what Mylan did. He looked and looked, and everywhere he found the same. The file was correct. He was a lie. Somehow, Mylan Delwynn did not exist. Deeper and deeper Mylan dug, looking in the deepest reaches of his subconscious, until finally he found something. Something he had never seen before, something coherent and strong. Something staring back at him with powerful green eyes. And then suddenly it struck.

Revan opened his eyes for the first time in weeks. The battle for his mind had been short and one sided. Whatever willpower Mylan may have had, he was a thin artificial construct, and no match for the power Revan had hidden within his mind. Once Mylan had found the secret in his own mind, his fate was sealed. Revan pounced and, almost before Mylan even realized what was happening, the battle was lost.

Revan took a deep breath, taking several moments to savor the fresh air of Dantooine. 'It worked. It actually worked. I can't believe something so absolutely insane worked. Even trying should have destroyed my mind, to say nothing of actually surviving the Jedi's mental attack. I even managed to reemerge, and on Dantooine of all places. I can't even begin to image what the odds of all actually coming together were.

Revan took the lightsaber from his belt and ignited it. 'Just like my old one. That color brings back memories. That purple color wasn't meant to be there obviously. That workbench was too clean and organized to be in normal use. No wonder Zhar looked like that when he saw the color. Amusing' Revan permitted himself a genuine grin.

'So now I'm back. Back, and free to do whatever I want. No one knows I'm alive, I can go anywhere, do anything. For the first time in my life I don't have any responsibilities, anyone to answer to, anything I have to do.'

Revan laid down on the grass, stretching out lazily. 'It sounds good. But of course it isn't that simple, or even entirely true. The things that make me me are all still true. The responsibility, the drive, and of course Bastila factors in. It's funny, I remember a situation so much like this. Galaxy under attack, defenses failing, and I was on Dantooine with Bastila. Only this time Alek isn't here alongside me, this time he's the threat. The similarities really are quite striking. It's almost like I'm getting a do-over.'

'Last time I went off to save the galaxy. I could always pick up where I left off on that. Malak would never seem coming; I could be the Dark Lord again in a day or two. The war's a foregone conclusion; even Malak can't have lose with the way it was going when I 'died'. Inside six months it'd be all over.'

'Granted, the Sith around now are a far cry from what I planned. The Dark Jedi are so self-destructive, it's way beyond what I planned. It was meant as a con, a propaganda move to scare the Jedi and the Republic, not a trapdoor to some bottomless pit of the Dark Side. But that's what it was; a hyper drive straight to the Dark Side. Every single one of them, even my best friend, all lost.'

'The general forces aren't at all bad, but the Force users are a total loss. But that's no new revelation; I knew it before and was dealing with it. Hell, dealing with it; I was making sure their casualties were high enough that they'd all be gone before the war ended.'

'God knows what Malak has done thought. Telos, now Taris, the man has a talent for making a mess. Being Dark Lord probably went to his head and he's trying to remake everything in his own image. That military might be an awful mess.'

Revan sat up, shaking his head. 'No. However much I may despise the Republic and the rot from Coruscant, however noble my intentions may have been when I turned against the Republic, the Sith today are not the answer. Substituting one plague for another, it still leaves the galaxy with putrefaction at its heart.'

'And then there's Bastila. I didn't really care about what I left behind, what all the downsides of being an outcast were supposed to be, except for her. Now I could just stroll over and talk to her; all those feeling I buried and tried to leave on this planet. Every last one of them is back as strong as they were before I left.'

'Saving the galaxy seemed so important then. Now looking at it from the other end of a war I wonder if I didn't make a mistake. If I'd stayed could we have been together? Certainly not like normal people, Jedi don't get to do that, but we'd have been around each other at least.'

'No, I decided to go off and save the galaxy, and for my trouble I lost the girl I love, saw my best friend become some parody of himself and the damned galaxy needs saving all over again. Not a choice to repeat.'

'I gave up everything for the galaxy; it's time I actually got something I want; this time I'll be the one that's happy. If I can deal with Malak, great. I suppose in large part he's my fault, so my responsibility, but he's a secondary goal. I want Bastila. The rest of the galaxy can burn if that's what it takes to be with her. Let the galaxy find a new savior. From now on Revan is going to be the man that gets the girl.'

Revan strolled casually through the Enclave on his way back to the Ebon Hawk. 'It's really quite something; I never thought I'd walk through this place like this again. Just the same, staying any longer than I have to is a bad idea. I need a plan to get off world as quickly as possible. To do that and have Bastila with me means either I have to kidnap her, or have the Jedi give Mylan and Bastila some assignment somewhere.'

'Hmm, that's interesting actually. Rather than be passive and wait I could move things along myself. If I'm the one driving things I can pick how we go against the Sith, since, well, Bastila's sense of responsibility is way too strong to walk away from this war.'

'That means dealing with Malak, and destroying the Star Forge so no future Sith can use it. Shame, that thing had such potential, but it's at the heart of Sith territory, and so tainted that anyone who ran it would be corrupted. Even a non Force user will be twisted and unrecognizable before long. No, we have to destroy it.'

'Since I don't have hyperspace data to get to the Star Force just lying around, I only see two ways to get there. One, find it the way I found it the first time, with those Star Maps, or steal a Sith capital ship and fly it there.'

Revan walked onto the Ebon Hawk, strolling to the galley to get himself something to drink. 'Taking a Sith ship is certainly fast, but far too risky. No, we'll need the Star Maps. The first is just a few miles from here, fortunately. I could either collect the data myself or manipulate things so the Jedi send Bastila and I to do it. If I was to stay anonymous I'd have to go that route.'

'Playing the Jedi's pawn would mean having to hold back most of my power, talk and act like their puppet, respond to that name, and I'd have no choice in who goes with me. Carth is bad enough, but the Council could easily send another Jedi or even a Master and Padawan pair.'

'On the other hand, if I called the shots I could pick who comes and who's left behind, but the people on the ship may not be so cooperative, especially at first. Carth I think I'd leave. After all, once he hears who I am I'll have a gun pointed at me and I don't see him waiting to hear what I have to say. But I'm sure if I just disappear the Jedi will figure it out and the Republic will have him as point man hunting me. Even if he's off this ship he won't be far behind.'

'I suppose I could draft Canderous as our pilot. He'd have no trouble going along with it. Hell, what am I saying, when he finds out who I am he'd probably be eager to follow me. Zaalbar might have a bit of trouble with it, but a life debt is a serious thing, he'd go along. I probably could talk Mission into going along too. It might be a little weird for her, but I think I can pull it off. Bastila is the question mark though, and the one I really care about.'

'I could wait and let her slowly get disillusioned with the Jedi as we go looking for Star Maps, but that's so passive. Waiting and hoping we see things that will affect her, that some Sith minion doesn't kill her, and worst of all, playing that fool the Jedi invented. She hates him, and I see why. It must be a special sort of torture for her, seeing me and know it's someone else. '

'No, I'm not willing to do that; I need to take matters into my own hands. I'll need Zaalbar's help though. The others I can keep knocked out as I steal the ship and deal with them when they wake up, but a Wookie that wakes up after being kidnapped is not something I want to deal with.'

After a short look around the ship, Revan found Zaalbar in the engine room. "Hey, Zaalbar, where's Carth?"

/Outside working on sensor array./

"Ah, good. I need to talk to you in private. I have a rather unusual plan I need your help with. Now this is going to sound a little weird and it might not be something you like, but I'm asking you to trust me on this. It's for the best, and I'll explain everything after we do this."

/What is it, Mylan? What do you want me to do?/

"Well, first off, can you fly this ship alone?"

/Of course. You need me to fly somewhere?/

"Yes, that's part of it. We need to get off this planet, quietly. I want to leave tonight. Unfortunately, I can't explain to the others what's going on or why, not until we're well clear of Dantooine. I can mix a few chemicals from the engine room and med bay to produce a gas that will render everyone unconscious. A bit of Force usage should make sure it works on Bastila as well. You and I will, of course, have masks so we're unaffected."

/How long do you plan to leave them unconscious?/

"The gas will keep them asleep long enough for me to hook up some IV sedative. With that we can keep them under for several days and they'll be perfectly safe as long as we supply them nutrition and fluids. All easy to do; the med bay has all the supplies we need."

/Why do you need them unconscious for so long, Mylan?/

"I need time to make the rest of my plan work. Now Carth won't go along with this, so I plan to leave him here on Dantooine. He'll wake up cold and grumpy, but he'll be fine. Once we take off we're going to a system out in the rim. I want you to drop Bastila and I off there, and then just keep the ship in space. We'll spend the night on the planet, then next day you come pick us up and hopefully both Bastila and I are still alive and fine and then we wake everyone else up and I explain what happened and why."

/I don't like this, Mylan…/

Mylan nodded. "I know. But it isn't safe here."

/What's so dangerous here? There's Jedi everywhere. And Carth, he's a Republic officer. Why do you want to leave him behind? Aren't these the people who would keep us safe?/

"I know how it sounds, Zaalbar, but you have to trust me on this. I'll explain everything at the end and I promise, you'll understand why we couldn't stay."

/You're sure? There's no other way?/

"I'm afraid so, my friend. It will all work out in the end, no one will be hurt, and if anyone really is unhappy after they hear me out we can drop them off somewhere and they can go their own way. Trust me. It'll be fine."

Zaalbar looked at Revan, thinking for a long while. /I don't like doing this, especially to Mission, but I swore a life debt to you, so I will do ask you ask./

Revan nodded to Zaalbar. "Thank you. I won't violate your trust."

Revan was preparing to head out for the Dantooine Star Map when Mission and Canderous came in. "Mylan!" Mission greeted. "It was so cool! You should have seen it! There was real combat! Against Mandalorians!"

"Mandalorians? Here? On Dantooine?" Revan asked.

"They don't deserve the name." Canderous spat. "Pathetic raiders and thieves, nothing more. Still, they did manage to kill several of your Jedi."

"How do you know that?" Revan asked.

Canderous replied by taking out several lightsabers. "We took these off the leader. If they're of any use I'll leave them on the workbench. As long as there's one left as a trophy you're welcome to the rest."

Revan nodded. "That sounds interesting, let me see what you have." He paused, looking at Mission. "Nicely done, Mission. Both of you."

As it turned out, the captured lightsabers were unremarkable, but one caught Revan's eye none the less. 'A short light saber, what an interesting coincidence. The same shade of green as I used as a Jedi no less. First a primary lightsaber in purple that I wasn't supposed to have, now this off handed one in green; the exact same configuration I used to use. This must be the Will of the Force. I've never been a big believer in that sort of thing, but this is too much to be mere coincidence.'

Revan got up, putting his new lightsaber on his belt for use in his off hand, looking quite satisfied. 'One errand to get the Star Map, then all I have to do is wait for tonight.'

The trip to the ruins containing the Star Map was uneventful. This was no particular surprise to Revan. After all, Dantooine was a peaceful world safe even for Younglings to wander. The only real threat to Revan, the Jedi, still thought he was Mylan Delwynn, aspiring Padawan and pawn of the Jedi Council.

Entry into the ruins as was as easy as the first time he had been here, and as before, Revan found the ancient Rakatan droid waiting for him. "Droid!" Revan bellowed to the automaton, now active again and watching him. "I was here once before. Do you remember? I require access to the Star Map once again."

The ancient droid tried responding, cycling through languages in an effort to find one Revan spoke. 'Idiot machine. They can build a droid that lasts ten thousand years, but they can't make it remember what languages I speak.'

Finally the droid stumbled upon a language Revan spoke. "Yes, that; I speak that. Respond in that language, droid."

"Understood." the droid's mechanical voice spoke. "I remember you. You proved worthy. You are granted access."

Revan walked for the door to the Star Map, not waiting for the ancient stone door to open fully. The cold chill of the Dark Side around the Star Map was as disconcerting as ever, despite Revan's familiarity with the maps. 'I really must learn how these machines use the Force some day. Such knowledge would be a powerful tool.' Several possibilities began running through Revan's mind until a second later he dismissed them. 'I have no time for this. This damned machine is trying to fill my head with Dark Side nonsense, promising power, just like all the Rakatan machines. But it isn't power I'm after today.'

Without further delay Revan activated the Star Map, watching its impressive holographic start up sequence, and when it was fully energized he downloaded the incomplete hyperspace data to a pad. One fifth of the data leading to the Star Forge was his once again.

Revan awoke in the dead of the night. His watch read 0231. Moving quietly so as not to wake Canderous or Carth, Revan left the men's dormitory. He gathered several chemicals from the engine room and medical bay, as well as a pair of breath masks. Finally, he walked to the Ebon Hawk's common room where Zaalbar was still asleep in his hammock. He reached out and delicately nudged the Wookie's shoulder. Receiving no response, he tried harder and harder until an angry Wookie groan rang out.

"Shhh! Zaalbar! Keep it down! You want to wake up the entire ship?"

/Mylan?/ Zaalbar asked, trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

"Yes, it's me. You remember what we spoke about earlier, Zaalbar, the plan I spoke of?" Receiving a groggy nod, Revan continued. "It's time. I have everything ready. You're still ok with this?"

/I still have my doubts, but as I said earlier, I will do as you ask./

"Good enough. Like I told you, everything will work out in the end. Now, put this on, then we wait for a few minutes for the gas to take effect. Once it does, you dump Carth outside, I'll hook Mission and Canderous up to the IVs and as soon as you're done with Carth get the ship airborne. I'll be by to give you the hyperspace coordinates as soon as the crew is secure."

Revan handed Zaalbar a breath mask and the two put them on. Moments later Revan had completed his chemical concoction and was introducing the gas to the ship's environmental systems. With that done, Revan turned his attention to a more difficult task. 'I'm sorry, Bastila, I deplore the idea of attacking you, even just to knock you out, but I have no choice. I hope you'll forgive me for this before tomorrow is out.'

Revan took a deep breath and lashed out with the Force, targeting Bastila's mind. With no advance warning the poor girl had no chance to defend herself against the attack and was instantly rendered unconscious. Revan sighed and turned to Zaalbar. "All right, Zaalbar, we'll give it five minutes and then we move to the next phase." A reluctant nod from the Wookie was all the response he got.

The two waited in silence for five minutes. Finally Revan got up. "That should be long enough. Let's get started."

Several minutes later Revan's plan was well underway. Canderous and Mission had IVs in their arms, feeding nutrition, fluid and sedative directly to their blood streams. (Revan refused to stick a needle into Bastila. The Force bolt to her mind was all he could stomach.) Carth was laying at the bottom of the Ebon Hawk's boarding ramp, where he would remain until waking up cold, confused, and very grumpy the next morning.

Revan walked to the ship's bridge where Zaalbar was powering up the engines. A few adjustments to the ship's environmental systems and the gas Revan had introduced was filtered out. A bit more data entry and the nav computer began its work. By the time it beeped its completion, the Ebon Hawk was clearing the upper atmosphere, and with the push of one lever Revan and his companions disappeared from the skies above Dantooine.

Author's Notes:

And this brings us to the end of the old content from five years ago. Obviously the story doesn't end here, but any future chapters will be written from scratch. Since there isn't more content ready and waiting to go there won't be weekly updates anymore. New chapters will come as I write them, with no particular ETA.

As ever, thanks to my editor that-fan. Of course, please feel free to review. Every author loves to get them. Thanks.