Revan and Bastila the hunt for the star forge...

Logan sank deeper into a comfortable chair in the cockpit of the Ebon Hawk, his large hands were thrown loosely behind his head. However, despite the casual demeanour that he so effortlessly projected, a turbulent battle raged inside his mind.

Everything had changed so quickly, he had gone from being one of the most notorious smugglers in the galaxy to a soldier for the Republic, that was a change he could handle, barely, but this? This took the biscuit. His deep green eyes flitted about in the darkness as he continued to ponder his situation. Rays of sunlight were beginning to find their way over the roof of the Jedi enclave, subtly illuminating the courtyard and making visible the usually insignificant particles that danced carelessly through the air. The tranquillity of this place perplexed Logan. The sense of calm was something that he had experienced few times within his life, but it wasn't just the calm that unnerved him, Dantooine held a familiarity that he could not place, it was as if he had walked these halls before...

"A Jedi? Me? Uhh..." The thought itself made him cringe, a Jedi meant a do-gooder, a holier than thou servant, a white knight, a celibate monk spouting religious clap trap to anyone who would listen. That was not him, it would never be him, defending the Republic was one thing, doing so with a lightsaber in his hand...

A lump caught in his throat as he finished his train of thought. He clambered out of his chair while desperately trying to shake the uncertainties from his shoulders, it was inevitable now, he would be a Jedi, the galaxy demanded it. With a sigh, he grabbed his military jacket and headed for the exit ramp, he couldn't postpone this meeting forever.

Nail-biting was a typical way to pass the time for Carth Onasi, it was his way of dealing with any irritations and anxiety's that the galaxy threw at him, it had thrown so many at him in recent times that it meant he barely had any nails left. Carth was too busy tackling a particularly stubborn remnant on his thumb to see Logan approach, a deep and deliberate cough soon pulled him from his stupor.

"Oh, I was just...I've been up for ages...you were supposed to meet me here half an hour ago!" He spluttered, quickly diverting attention away from his embarrassing habit. "Where have yo...y... you look terrible are you OK?"

"I've had better nights Carth, I would say that." Logan replied slowly. The rough quality of his voice confirming his turbulent night. "Flames, my head feels like it's about to split open!" He rubbed his temples tenderly to emphasise his point.

"What happened? First Bastila comes out looking like a ghost...now you, but I must say Bastila makes a far more attractive g..." The green in Logan's eyes seemed to get brighter. They lit up whenever that name was mentioned, somehow she found her way into his thoughts more often than not these days. His dark brows furrowed as he came to the conclusion that she had dominated his mind since their first meeting. He snorted at the realisation. Bastila was attractive yes, unbelievably so, he conceded, but lust and desire were emotions he had experienced before. All previous incarnations were fleeting and meaningless, flames that were extinguished moments after combustion. Bastila though, she was different. What started off as an intense murmur, had quickly developed into an all consuming growl, filling his senses with an impossible ache. Longing.

"Her celibacy makes her irresistible." Logan offered subconsciously, his wet lips pursed at the thought. That spark of innocence and a hint of something more. He was sure that she was curious, and her refusal to admit this was both highly amusing and endlessly infuriating. His countless list of innuendo's and unsubtle pick-up lines had been light hearted to begin with. Rapidly though, it was becoming clearer that his intentions were more serious than simply getting her flustered. Logan smiled inwardly, knowing that he would peruse his goal with an unequivocal determination, a manner he adopted in all things.

"What did you say about Bastila? Is she OK?" The newly christened Padawan eventually questioned after waking from his thoughts.

"Well all she said to me is that she had a bad dream. Why?" Logan's eyes narrowed as he mentally kicked himself for being so dense. He had a 'bad dream' as well. Perhaps it was his familiarity with her presence, or perhaps it was due to his lack of experience in matters of the Force. Either way, he had missed the fact that they had shared a vision.

"I've got to go Carth." Logan finally said while walking to the enclave entrance, his usually smooth voice obtaining a scratchy quality as all notions of calm were dropped.

"NO WAIT LOGAN!"

"The council was expecting me half an hour ago, and you know it's not wise to keep a Jedi waiting... just...just go back and check on the others, I will inform you later I promise." He waved a hand to Carth as he disappeared into the deep of the enclave. The older man's hand flew to his mouth as he once again took his frustrations out on his fingers. He hated being left out of the loop, he was not going to be betrayed, not again..

Bastila's palms began to sweat as Logan's compelling frame emerged from the shadows. He moved gracefully, power descending from the shoulders, the rest of his body snaking in unison. Confidence and authority swirled around him, emanating from his neck and jaw, burning from those impossibly green eyes. She cursed the effect his presence had on her, a magnetism she found impossible to ignore. This man had risked everything for her time and again, though she refused to openly admit it, he had saved her.

Her heart rate began to quicken as her blue eyes briefly locked with his, the pale skin on her cheeks slowly began tingle and burn. The sensation was now pinching her skin, fingers at her back, slowly working their way up, finding her neck with ease. Her dark lashes quickly flitted as her eyes shifted her from view. How could he reduce her to this after one glance? She had vowed to ignore his teasing, how had he managed to get under her skin? Was it solely their bond? She wished that she could say yes. She wished that his undeniable charisma and devastating beauty had no effect on her

Why did he have to keep pressing it?

"Finally the Padawan arrives !" The austere voice of master Vrook blustered, grit and age weighing it down. It nevertheless carried effortlessly around the unassuming room, pulling Bastila back into focus. Vrook's brown eyes bore deep into Logan's soul, searching desperately for something, for what?

"Does he not trust me? Does he hate me?" The young man found himself wondering. The inexorable glare of the Jedi master unsettled him and his irritation seeped into his answer.

"I didn't realise there was a set time." The flatness in his voice earned him another glower from Vrook, but this time Logan caught something in his eye which he didn't notice before, disgust. "Sorry have I done something to offend you Vrook?" He growled in an attempt to stand his ground, despite the feeling of ignorance that crept up his neck.

"That's MASTER Vrook to you," The old Jedi spat, clearly taken aback by Logan's incredulous demeanour. "and your insolent behaviour is what offends me, Padawan!"

"Very well then MASTER Vrook !" Logan scoffed, performing a mock bow as he spoke, "Your arrogance offends me, oh and by the way its Logan! Not PADAWAN!"

"So much anger and hatred boils inside him! How can we pin all of our hopes on him when he is already marked with failure?!" Vrook waved a dismissive hand in Logan's direction, leaving the young man hurt and seething.

"VROOK! Control yourself !" A weathered hand was raised, green complexion, pale veins pulsing under the surface, raw power. The voice in question was deeper than Logan had expected, it was not set at this pitch normally. There was usually a quality of understanding and tolerance within, a paternal figure instantly. Creases, centuries in the making slowly retreated from the diminutive figure's face. The warmth had returned. "Padawan Logan has shown great potential so far and has been placed in a confusing position that will take time to get used to, for all of us. But we ask so much because we have no choice." The softness of his tone intended, and succeeded to provide clarity to all present. After hearing him speak, Logan's anger quickly dissipated, he was instead left with acrid shame flavouring his tongue.

"I am sorry Master Vandar, I shouldn't let my anger get the better of me." Logan lowered his head as he said the words, subtly trying to wash away the bitter taste of disgrace. The miniature master seemed to notice this and shot a warm and encouraging smile in Logan's direction.

"And...I...I" Logan's brows knitted together as he contemplated his pending apology. Was he sorry? He was regretful, his anger was unusual, sudden and impulsive. His lack of control disturbed him, but Vrook's obvious resentment cut deeper than he cared to admit. After an extended silence, Logan continued. "I am sorry, master Vrook, I should not of been so disrespectful towards you." Vrook nodded in appreciation but the mistrust that shone in his eyes caused the frustration to rise within Logan once more. His jaw moved rigidly from side to side, bottom teeth grating against the upper set. He turned his neck to the left with some difficulty, the tension in his muscles putting up resistance. He let go when he caught a glimpse of Bastila, a different kind of tension taking his anger's place.

"Very well." Vandar started, dismissing the atmosphere in the room. "We have gathered you and Bastila here because of the dream you and she shared," Logan again glanced over towards Bastila as the master spoke, her demeanour was calm and tranquil, something he knew was a façade. Her pale blue eyes met his, his muscles became tense as nerves pushed against his skin, forcing themselves upon him without mercy. "Bastila has already described to us in detail the events that took place in this dream, the council has come to the conclusion that it was a vision of Revan and Malak."

"I already figured that out" Logan stated dryly. His attention returning to the present.

"Yes well." Dorak , the chronicler of the order continued. "We believe that those ruins are actually the remnants of an ancient Jedi tomb here on Dantooine, and that Revan and Malak found something important within."

"Yes, that would explain the power that we felt coming from around the ruins." Bastila hypothesised, speaking up for the first time. Her voice was melodic and lucid, it danced effortlessly over the words that rolled from her tongue. Logan's shoulders softened as he listened, he knew what every fleck, every change in tempo suggested.

"Surely not the aura that we felt?" He offered after she was silent. Logan was now slowly beginning to gain in confidence when it came to the Force, he was learning to trust his instincts, and he enjoyed it as well. His connection to it was growing all the time, concepts and techniques that would have been incomprehensible a few weeks ago, were now second nature. He knew that he hadn't even scratched the surface. "That power was of the Dark Side, an aura like that must have been coming from something separate inside the ruins. Right?"

"Well done Logan!" The Twi'lik master, Zhar praised. Also speaking for the first time. "Your insights serve you well my apprentice, always trust in them and you can never go wrong." Logan gave a warm smile to the friendly pink Twi'lik which was returned in kind. Zhar had been the one who trained Logan most directly, where the other masters had been sceptical about welcoming him into the order, Zhar had been warm and kind, Logan was grateful for that.

"Any way, we are sending you and Bastila to investigate the ruins, if you find what Revan and Malak were searching for, it could give us vital information. Information we could use to stop the Sith." Vandar summarised.

"Of course Master Vandar, we will not fail you." Bastila declared with steel in her throat, giving a deep bow as she spoke. She turned on her heel quickly, making sure to avoid Logan's gaze as they travelled to the ship to get supplies. After collecting himself on the Ebon Hawk, Logan changed into his dark brown Padawan robes presented to him by master Zhar. The young man felt uneasy about the future, but still, he was as ready as he would ever be to begin the life of a Jedi. He stared at himself in the mirror on his wall and inhaled deeply.

"What have you gotten yourself into Logan?." He muttered to himself as he clipped his lightsaber to his belt and headed to the exit ramp.

Bastila was pushing ahead, no hesitation, just pushing ahead. She didn't hate him, he was sure of that, he could see through her rigid demeanour. He was determined to expose the woman that she truly was.

"If you want to race, I can race!" The new, entirely unprofessional, Jedi shouted after perusing her for some time. The plains of Dantooine were a peaceful place, the vast expanse gave such a sense of freedom, yet the sense of cloistering intimacy was undeniable. Bastila let out a breathy laugh before responding to the taunt.

"Jedi are above such things!" Her voice was so refreshing to Logan, the sound was pure , it held an innocence that he did not expect to find there. The long grass snapped at her robes as she pushed on through the wondrous grassland. A dark smile formed on his lips as he used the Force to enhance his speed, within moments he was streaming past Bastila. She failed to suppress her amusement over his competitive nature and decided to teach him a lesson.

"Humility is essential, I will show him." Even with her justifications, she knew that it wasn't the most appropriate use of the Force, but the temptation was too great. She couldn't let him win. Bastila tensed her palm, each muscle began to vacillate in anticipation as she felt the Force dance across her fingertips. she let it flow through her body, pulsing through her gut and down her limbs, augmenting her muscles and reflexes. It felt as though she was submerged in liquid life. Her consciousness was now sharpened to a razors edge, every smell, every sound, every colour was hers. She moved swiftly now through the plains, flying past Logan until she came to the top of a hill leading towards the Sandral estate. The world was moving so slowly, crisp greens and crimson reds were vivid in her mind as the rest of the world blurred. As she reached the peak, she was greeted with a gorgeous view of the Dantooine sunset, the golden sun looked like a sea of honey, it was leaking into the iridescent blue sky.

"Beautiful" She muttered to herself. The effects of the Force were wavering now, she could feel the tingling retreating from her muscles. The world was speeding up. In one swift, heart thumping moment, reality crashed down around Bastila as Logan slammed into her with force unrivalled. The velocity of the impact sent them both toppling to the ground in an ungraceful heap. Bastila's ice blue orb's flashed up at the man lying on top of her, she smacked his arm as punishment for being so clumsy. Logan's face lingered dangerously close to the woman beneath him. The tension oozing from her was delicious. Every day he moved closer to her, closer to what he wanted. The corner of his mouth tensed and curled upwards as he watched the embarrassment spread like a rash across her features.

"Logan!" She scolded, desperately trying to dismiss the uncompromising position they were in. The power and firmness of his frame surprised her, they had never been this close before. Well, not while he was conscious. "Have you no decency?"

"I do, but what would be the fun in showing it?" His full yet masculine lips parted slowly as he flashed her a cheeky smile. The fingers were at her back again, returning to her neck, her skin was on fire.

"Clumsiness is never an attractive quality. Remember that for next time" She whispered through restrained breaths, refusing to acknowledge that he had the upper hand.

"So, you want there to be a next time?"

"Must you always tease me?!" Bastila scorned, all measure of restraint tossed aside, despite still being pinned under Logan's larger frame. Her anger and frustration was real enough, though it lacked the bite she had intended, as it always seemed to with him. "I simply say one thing and you twist it into something to tease me with!"

"You can complain all you want, but I know you love it!" His hands found their way to her stomach, pinching the cloth and skin that he found there. He smiled to himself when he achieved his goal as a soft gasp escaped from Bastila's lips. Her body, tense as it was, now writhed and arched as his rough fingers pressed deeper into her sensitive skin.

"What are you doing?" She whispered, while staring into his jade depths. He didn't reply, he just smiled. His eyes seemed darker than before, more mysterious, the intensity of his gaze frightened her. In that moment she realised that she was at the mercy of the man. Logan spared another glance down into her stormy blue eyes as he felt her heart rate quicken. Strands of her dark, copper tinged hair had emancipated themselves from the twin plaits at the back of her head. His smile became full of light and earth as he let one hand wander to her face. Bastila's breath caught in her chest as his skin brushed against her cheek, his fingers moved softly against the flesh, tucking the strands behind her ear, then lingering for a moment longer. The silence between them was unnerving yet tranquil, he observed with fascination, the twitching of her full, yet feminine, dark brows. They were arched, ever so subtly at the centre, casting a look of kindness over the whole of her features. Her hands, delicate and strong as they were, lay dormant against his powerful chest. This knowledge caused his smile to deepen.

She felt the same.

The silence between the two quickly dissipated as Bastila regained her senses. She began pushing her slender hands deeper into his chest, clutching at his robes as she struggled against his larger form.

"You're hurting me...let me go." He granted her request, retreating and rising in one fluid motion, emerald eyes fixed on her all the while. Her palms rubbed aggressively against her clothes, in an attempt to sweep away all traces of their encounter.

"I make you nervous." It was not a question, it was a statement, a statement they both knew was true.

"What? No!"

"I do...Yes I do." His tone was more serious than before, heft and meaning had seeped into his chest. Those eyes of his, they were still lingering on hers. There was no retreat, no reprieve, there was just him. She steeled herself, gathering all the restraint she could.

"Your behaviour is hardly appropriate, you are a Jedi now Logan...act like it." She turned to walk away, to leave him to think on her words, but his hand was at hers before she could escape. It had been this way since Taris. Her, desperate to hide from her past, him forcing her to stay, forcing her to want to stay. Was this to be her punishment then? Her stormy orbs remained fixed on their hands, afraid to meet his gaze in case he saw, in case he knew.

"Bas..." Was all he mustered as he held her there. He had been using the word for a while now, the way it flowed from his mouth, it felt nice for both parties. But it offered them an intimacy they shouldn't have shared.

"I suggest we move on." The coldness that she forced into her sentence stung, as she knew it would. It was necessary, she told herself. Necessary for both their sakes. He relinquished his grip on her hand with reluctance and the Jedi travelled to the ruins in silence.

A/N

I have given this chapter a good edit, as I am also doing with the rest as well. Hopefully the characters seem more fleshed out then they did when this was originally posted. The revised versions of the rest will be up soon, as will the newest chapter.