Thanks for the comments guys, here's the first chapter!
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Chapter 1
As Bastila continued sleeping peacefully beside him, Revan couldn’t shake the dream out of his mind. It hadn't really been a dream, but more of his memories returning. More images of shattered worlds, and broken lives. And
he had been the cause of it all. Their blood was on
his hands, and no matter what he did, he would never be able to completely wash it all away.
Hearing a soft rustling outside, he considered getting up and going to check out what was the cause behind it, but as Bastila pushed herself against Revan’s side, looking for more warmth, he banished the thought from his mind. She was close to eight months pregnant now, and she was as jittery as she had ever been. She worried about how he looked, how he acted, and how he
felt. She knew the memories were returning again, and she did her best to comfort him.
Across the room, HK-47 sat deactivated, a blaster rifle still locked in his hands. The droid had grown bored in the past months, and it showed in how much more blood-thirsty he was now. Bastila had tried to convince him several times to deactivate the “wretched machine”, and dump it in the storage room on the
Hawk. She had never liked the droid, and had always been unafraid to voice her opinions on the subject.
Things had been relatively calm over the past few months. The Sith remnant still reared it’s ugly head here and there, but nothing major had occurred. No super weapons, no ancient races, no maps, and no Sith Lords. Perhaps that’s why things seemed so... strange. He and Bastila had fallen in love during the middle of a galaxy spanning war. Peace seemed like such a foreign concept.
Hearing a small yawn in his ear, Revan looked over and met his eyes with Bastila’s. She smiled softly at him, and as he smiled back, she gave him a small peck on the cheek.
“More nightmares?” She asked calmly, pulling her body into a more relaxing sitting position.
“Yes.” Was Revan’s only response, and the word was filled with dread. He was still trying to forget the images he had seen. And yet, as he felt a familiar presence in his mind, he let his brain bring the images back to his immediate thoughts. He heard Bastila gasp silently, and then all was silent in the room, with only the sounds of the night-time traffic of Talravin’s capital city echoing across the walls.
“They’re getting worse, Bastila. I don’t know if I can take this much longer.” Revan finally said, breaking the silent tension that had filled the room moments before. “The past few months, these memories have been tearing me apart.”
“Those memories, they don’t belong to
you. They belong the Darth Revan, the Sith Lord who died at the hands of his apprentice. That’s not who you are anymore.” He could hear the truth that was behind her words, and as Revan wrapped his arm around Bastila, he kissed her on the lips, and the two of them remained locked in that embrace for what seemed like forever. Finally, Bastila pulled away, and as she stood up, she wrapped a robe around her pregnant body. His eyes followed her out of the room, and then he closed them and tried to go back to sleep.
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Keying in the code to the apartment, she walked in and watched as a shadow sprang across the room. She sighed, and, pulling the vibro-blade from her belt, she threw it with deadly accuracy at one of the opposing walls. Flicking on the lights, she smiled as Dotv stood there, looking like a child caught with his hand stuck in the blue milk container.
“Uh, hey Anarra” He said, nervously stepping away from the wall as she approached him.
“Hello Dotv. The information,
now.” She responded, ripping the blade out of the wall and sticking it back onto her belt. She had hired him months ago, and he had constantly delivered information that was key to her mission. She had been forced to kill the other Jedi tonight, and she knew the blood from the woman's heat was still stained against the steel of the blade that was now holstered on her belt.
“Uh, yeah sure. I’m close to having complete access to the Jedi’s archives. Their encryptions are challenging, even to me. But I also enjoy a challenge.”
“That’s why I pay you Dotv, you provide me with such good information and company.” Anarra said, unhooking her belt and setting it down on a small table next to her. She had chosen not to carry her lightsaber with her, and had left it here in the apartment. The less attention she attracted from the local gangsters and warlords, the better. The more attention from the Jedi though, that was a different story. She
wanted them to come after her, and she would slaughter each Jedi they would send until the one that she wanted appeared. Even if that meant going through every single Jedi in the galaxy.
“Now, about the credits…”
“They are already being fed into your account as we speak. No need to worry.” Anarra replied, walking into her room as she slipped off the tunic that was wrapped around her body. Things had gone perfect tonight, and as she passed her bed, she threw another lightsaber onto the pillow along with her own. She had gained another trophy, and another Jedi was gone. The galaxy was already becoming a better place.
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The sun peeked through the curtains, and as she opened her eyes, Bastila could feel the warmth that Talravin’s sun had been praised for. She hadn’t remembered it as child, although she remembered how cold a ship had felt when she had been given to the Jedi. Rolling over, she gazed up at the ceiling. Outside the room, she could hear Revan moving around, and she wondered what time it was.
“Morning pup.” She heard Revan say as he wandered into the room. He was already dressed, and the sun cast some light on his brown Jedi robes. There was a certain gleam in his eyes as he looked at her, and she smiled at the gesture.
“Morning” She responded, yawning a bit as she sat up in bed. Leaning back against the wall behind her, she absent mindedly ran a hand through her messy hair. On the night-table beside her, her lightsaber laid in it’s usual spot, next to where Revan kept his. “You got up early.”
“Actually, you slept in. I decided just to let you sleep.”
“I’m pregnant with your child, I’m
entitled to sleep.” Bastila replied, giving Revan a sarcastic smile that she had learned from him. He returned it, and leaned down to kiss her on the cheek.
“Tell me, how did I end up being married to someone like you?” He said, brushing a few stray strands of hair out of her eyes.
“I ask myself the same question every day.” Was her response, and as she leaned in to kiss him, she heard the comsystem ringing in the background. Groaning, she leaned back against the wall once again.
Out of all the times for someone to call us… She thought to herself as Revan disappeared from the room. A few minutes later, he returned, the smile on his face gone, and now replaced with an emotionless face.
“That was Master Zhar. The Council wants to speak to us on Coruscant.”
“About what? They know we’re married, so it can’t be about that.”
“I don’t know. But the message seemed pretty urgent, so I think we’d better set out. I’ll call T3 and get him to start the pre-flight preparations.” Revan said, clipping his lightsaber onto his belt. “Do you need any help packing?”
“No, I’ll be fine. Go.” Bastila replied, throwing the covers off her body and walking over the closest on the opposite side of the room. From the window, she could see the
Ebon Hawk docked on it’s usual pad, and upon hearing the engines beginning their cycle, she smiled a bit inside. Although they were leaving Talravin for awhile, they were still going to be somewhere that felt like home, the ship that had taken them halfway across the galaxy and back.
They were, indeed, going home.
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Yep, Anarra is back!