KOTOR Version 2-Chapter 9 - rescuing Bastila

Carth, Mission and Zaalbar spent a sleepless night back in the apartment, wondering how Revan was going to win the swoop race. Sure, Revan was a Jedi, but not even the Force was a substitute for skill when it came to swoop racing. And since none of them had ever seen Revan ever race, they couldn't say one way or another about his swoop racing skills.

Each dealt with their apprehension in their own way. Zaalbar stood vigil at the door. Carth sat at the table, chewing on his thumbnail, figuring out what needed to be done next. And Mission talked.

'So, Carth, how long have you known Jake?' She asked.

'We met a few weeks ago, on the Endar Spire.' Carth said, still focusing on what needed to be done after Bastila was rescued. 'However, I didn't really get to know him until we got shot down by the Sith.'

'Oh. From the way you two had been talking, I figured you had known each other for a lot longer.' Mission said, sheepishly.

Carth turned his head so he looked directly at Mission. 'Combat tends to form tight bonds, Mission. We may not be good friends, but I can trust Re-Jake with my life.' For now, at least.

Mission mentally noted Carth's slip up on Jake's name, figuring that he knew his real name, but wasn't going to use it for the time being. 'How long have you known he is a Jedi then?' She asked.

Zaalbar's ears perked up when he heard that question. He too, wondered how long Carth had known the truth about the man he was indebted to.

Carth sighed. Though he didn't like Revan, Carth's military training told him not to reveal more about what was going on than you absolutely needed to. And revealing Revan's identity, especially on a Sith infested planet, could be potentially deadly.

In the end, Carth decided to tell the truth, for the most part. 'He told me everything the first day; his status as a Jedi, his real name, everything. However, he told me to keep that a secret until he says something else. And if there's one thing that the military taught me, it's to keep my word.'

Mission immediately knew to drop the subject, and Carth looked at his chronometer. 'Listen Mission, it's getting late, and we all need some sleep. We also need to figure out who takes what shift for watch.' Carth said.

Zaalbar walked over to the table, and wrote something on the datapad that was sitting there. He lifted the datapad, and gave it to Carth. Carth read the message; I'll take first watch, and I will modify your communicator into a translator for my language.

Carth took off his chronometer/wrist communicator, and put it on the table. 'There's my standard issue Republic Navy wrist watch/communicator/translator.' Carth said. 'Since we've got five hours until the race, Zaalbar and I will split the watch into two two-and-a-half hour shifts. Mission, you'll get the chance to sleep as long as you want.'

Mission wanted to protest, but her yawn betrayed her. She was tired, and knowing that both Carth and Zaalbar would be there to watch over her was comforting enough for her to relax like she hadn't done in years. She made her way to the bed against the wall, and quickly drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Revan was escorted from the Hidden Bek base to the swoop track staging area. The staging area was exactly how Revan expected; the smell of engine fluids, the sounds of engines and announcers and people running around. Mechanics and riders were making adjustments to their bikes, to make sure they got the top times. Revan was led to the Bek's bay, and introduced to his mechanic. Revan's mechanic was an Ithorian named Doba, who was making sure that the accelerator was correctly installed.

Revan came up behind the mechanic, and introduced himself with the proper Ithorian gesture. 'Hey there, I'm Jake Katarn, the rider of this bike.' Revan said.

Doba looked up from the bike, and wiped the oil and grease off his hands. 'Gadon told me about you. Says you raced on Mon Gazza.' Doba said.

'That's correct, though I'm a bit out of practice. Last time I raced was right before the start of the Mandalorian Wars.' Revan admitted.

'Well, maybe I should give you a refresher on riding then. You should take it easy on your first run, get used to the controls.' Doba said, leading Revan to the seat of the bike. 'This bike will have a little more of a kick than what you are used to.'

Revan got on the bike, and familiarized himself with the controls. Though there were minor differences, the bike was built in the exact same way any other swoop bike was; the throttle, brakes, and steering mechanisms were all in the same place, and that's what mattered.

After getting off the bike, Revan and Doba checked out the leader board. 'Thirty-eight seconds? That's the best time?' Revan said. 'The races haven't been going on for very long today, have they?'

'No, they haven't. Most of the better racers are scheduled for later heats, to give the younger and inexperienced racers a chance. Come to think of it, we should get you registered.' Doba said.

'Good idea. Don't want the first round to pass me by.' Revan said.

Once they got to the registration desk, Revan noticed the names and times of the racers who had raced so far and who were still to come written on a board behind the registrar. The registrar was a Duros who was sitting behind a desk, typing in information about what was going on at the track.

'Hey, I'm Jake Katarn, and I'm here to register for the Hidden Bek team.' Revan said, as he approached the registrar.

The registrar typed something in to his terminal, and brought up the Hidden Bek race roster. 'Okay, you're on the list, so I'll place you in the 18th spot in the first heat.' The registrar said.

Revan looked up at the board, and saw that his run was only six races away. 'Thanks for the info. We'll get our bike ready.' Revan said.

Carth, Mission and Zaalbar sat in Javyar's Cantina, waiting to see Revan make his run. Zaalbar sat at a table, eating a big bowl of Tarisian chili, all the while keeping his eyes at ears open. Mission stood near the monitors, checking to see when Jake was racing. And Carth sat at the bar, with a nearly full glass of Juma Juice, the only non-alcoholic beverage on the menu, going over in his head what still needed to be done. How in the hell are we going to get off this planet? Carth thought as he sipped at his drink.

At that moment, a drunken Rodian walked up behind Carth, celebrating loudly about how his bet on the Black Vulkar Redros was a sure win for him. 'Redros make me lots of money today! Gonna buy Lyn's hand with this!' The Rodian said, but frowned when he saw Carth. 'You, pink skin, you in my seat!'

Normally, Carth would have gotten up and avoided the trouble that this Rodian was going to cause, but Carth was in a bad mood. Since he wasn't hearing anything on the earpiece, he figured that Revan was either out of range or he had taken the transmitter off; both were bad news in his eyes. For all Carth knew, Revan could be informing the Sith of Carth's position. And while he knew that wasn't a likely scenario, anything was possible.

'Buzz off, bug boy.' Carth said, sipping at his Juma Juice.

'You no want to mess with me, pink skin. Me crazy!' The Rodian said, forcefully placing his arm on Carth's shoulder.

The moment the Rodian did that, Carth's combat instincts kicked in. Carth spun around and nailed the Rodian with a hard right in the Rodian's snout. The Rodian stumbled back two steps, but was able to come back at Carth with a right of his own. Carth dodged the attack at the last second, and came in with a powerful left into the Rodian's stomach. The Rodian stumbled back again, and Carth came in with a hard right uppercut to the Rodian's chin. The Rodian fell hard on the ground, and landed with a loud thud. The Rodian began reaching for his blaster, but Carth was faster on the draw. Carth pulled his left pistol out of its holster, and fired a warning shot to the left of the Rodian's head.

'Like I said, buzz off, bug boy. I'm not in the mood to deal a chuff sucker like you.' Carth said, still aiming the blaster at the Rodian's head. The Rodian's hand once again twitched toward his blaster, and Carth clicked back on the trigger of his blaster. 'Threaten my life again, Rodian, and you won't make that mistake a third time.' Carth said.

The Rodian, finally taking the hint, moved his hand away from the blaster, and Carth allowed him to stand up. Carth holstered his blaster, and glared at the Rodian. 'Now, get out of here, and let me have my drink in peace.'

Mission, who was coming to tell Carth and Zaalbar about Jake's heat, had seen the tail end of the fight, when Carth fired the warning shot. Mission smiled slightly, knowing exactly who that Rodian was. That Rodian was notorious for his taste in young, unblemished girls, and that Lyn that the Rodian was talking about was a 13 year old friend of Missions.

'You should have killed him.' Mission said, as she walked over to Carth.

'Why's that?' Carth asked, as he sat down.

'He's pure scum Carth. He's done some things to a friend of mine that are vile!' Mission said.

Carth sighed. Great, I let a pedophile go. He thought. But there was no way I could have known that beforehand. 'Not much I can do now, Mission. Now, what was it you wanted from me?'

'Oh, yeah.' Mission said, remembering why she came over there in the first place. 'Jake should be racing pretty quickly.'

And just as Mission said that, they heard the announcer say that the next racer would be Jake Katarn, for the Hidden Beks. A few people started to boo the monitor, and Carth could guess that they were members of the Black Vulkars. Carth, Mission and Zaalbar, however, ignored them, concentrating on the monitor. You'd better not screw this up Revan, or we're all dead. Carth thought as the countdown began.

They watched as the countdown go from three, to two, to one, and when the announcer shouted go, Revan's swoop lurched forward. Revan zoomed down the track, dodging the litter and hitting each accelerator he could reach, getting to the finish line in 23:82 seconds. Mission cheered when she heard the official time, though a few of the Black Vulkars glared at her.

'Oh, Frag off.' Mission said. 'Jake Katarn is going to beat you Black Vulkars six ways from the Hydian way!'

When Revan was towed back to his station, Doba was ecstatic. 'You did it - you got the top time! You just beat racers who've been doing this for twenty years! This is amazing!'

'Thanks.' Revan said, as he got off his swoop bike. 'You think that time will hold?'

'Only the best will be able to compete with that time.' Doba said, as Revan picked up a cup of water. Revan chugged down the water, and Doba watched the boards.

'I don't believe this - look at the board!' Doba said. Revan looked up, and saw the new top time; 23 seconds even.

'One of the Vulkars just beat your time! Who... ah, it was Redros.' Doba said. 'I should have known. That's okay, the day ain't over yet and the accelerator's still holding together. You just have to get out there again and show them how it's done.'

'How soon can I go again?' Revan asked, refilling his cup of water.

'Well, you and Redros have knocked out most of the competition with your times, so I would say maybe 6 more racers before you go again.' Doba said. 'So, you need to be ready soon.'

'I'm always ready Doba.' Revan said, walking over to his mechanic. 'You guys just get the bike ready, and I'll blow Redros' time right off the board.'

The Black Vulkar that Mission had swore at chuckled. 'Good ole Redros. Nobody can beat him!' he said, though Mission, just glared at the Vulkar.

'Calm down, Mission. You saw how good Jake's time was right of the bat, and Jake has a couple advantages that their Redros doesn't have.' Carth said, placing his hand on Mission's shoulder.

With those words, Mission grinned evilly. Not only does he have the swoop accelerator, he has the Force as well. Redros doesn't stand a chance!

As suspected, most of the racers before Revan dropped out, leaving only Revan, Redros, and 3 riders each for the Hidden Beks and Black Vulkars. But, none of the other Vulkar or Bek riders got close to the 23 second mark. So, after 6 racers went, it was Revan's turn.

The bike was towed out to the track, and Revan slid his helmet over his head. In order to win this once and for all, I need to shave at least a second off my time. Revan thought, as the last minute preparations were made. Good thing I know the quirks of the bike and track this time.

Revan stared ahead of him, concentrating on the track ahead of him, opening himself completely to the Force, to improve his reaction time and heighten his senses. He was going to need everything he had to win this.

The counter clicked down the seconds, and as soon as the counter reached zero, Revan laid down on the throttle and blasted across the starting line. Utilizing his heightened senses, Revan listened to the engine, waiting for the exact moment when to shift to give him the maximum thrust from the engines. He used his heightened senses to place the swoop bike in the correct point on the accelerator pads to maximize his time on them.

Revan zoomed down the track with the highest of speeds and tightest of precision, to the point where spectators could swear that Revan was a part of the swoop bike. The crowd collectively held their breath as they watched the clock, impatiently waiting to see if Revan would beat Redros' time. The crowd exhaled as Revan crossed the finish line, and killed the engine on the swoop, at 21:89 seconds; a full 1.11 seconds faster then Redros.

Revan's bike was towed back to the station, and Doba couldn't hold on to his excitement when he saw Revan.

'You did it! You did it! In twenty years I've never seen anybody handle a swoop like that before! Nobody's going to beat that time -- nobody!' Doba said. 'I guess Gadon knew what he was doing he picked you to ride for us.'

'Thanks.' Revan said, getting off the bike and heading right to the water cooler. If Redros beats that time, I don't know what I'll do, because I can't push that bike any harder.

Luckily, Revan didn't need to. Redros pushed his bike so hard, he blew out his engine in his attempt beat Revan's time. As soon as the final times were posted, one of the race officers came to Revan's station, to bring him to the winner's circle. Making sure he strapped his sword to his back again, Revan followed the officer.

As soon as Revan got to the winner's circle, he could hear the adulation of the crowd. He raised his hands, basking in the ambiance for a moment before the announcer started speaking. 'Now, here to present the champion's prize: Brejik, leader of the Black Vulkars!'

Brejik, however, was not in a good mood. 'People - hear me! Before I present the so called champion of the Beks with their prize there is something you must know: the winning rider cheated!' Brejik shouted.

'Your gang cheated as well Brejik. Or didn't you know about what your gang stole from the Beks?!' Revan shot back at Brejik.

Brejik, however, remained undeterred. 'Your swoop bike was using a prototype accelerator - clearly an unfair advantage! Because of this Hidden Bek treachery I'm withdrawing the Vulkar's share of the victory prize!'

Revan was about to dispute Brejik's claim, but was interrupted by the announcer. 'But Brejik, the traditions clearly state...'

But Brejik would hear nothing of it, and cut the announcer off. 'You old fool! Your traditions are nothing to me - I am the wave of the future! If I want to withdraw the prize and sell this woman on the slave market myself, nobody can stop me!'

'I might have something to say about that, Brejik!' A voice said behind them all said. They all turned around, and Brejik's eyes were as big as dinner plates, while Revan just grinned. That's my girl. He thought as she ripped the keys to her collar off her guard's belt.

'What? Impossible! You were restrained by a neural disruptor!' Brejik shouted. 'How could you have possibly summoned the will to free yourself?'

Bastila unlocked the collar, and threw it to the ground. She then used the Force to push the cage that was holding her apart, and pulled her lightsaber off Brejik's belt and into her hand. 'You underestimate the strength of a Jedi's mind, Brejik,' Bastila said, igniting her lightsaber blades. 'A mistake you won't live to regret!'

Brejik, seeing all his carefully laid plans fall to pieces, did the only thing he could do at that moment; resort to violence. 'Vulkars - to me! Kill this woman! Kill the swoop rider! Kill them all!'

'Not happening today Brejik!' Revan said, as he drew his sword. Using the Force, Revan pulled Brejik's Vulkar bodyguards off their feet. 'All of you, run!' he shouted, as he drew his blaster. He put a blaster bolt in the chest of each of the bodyguards, while Bastila lunged at Brejik, cleaving him in half with her lightsaber.

'Well, maybe those bloody Vulkars will think twice next time before trying to keep a Jedi prisoner!' Bastila said, deactivating her lightsaber. She turned to Revan. 'And as for you, if you think you can collect me as a prize...Wait... I don't believe this! You're...' Revan? She finished through the bond.

Yeah. Revan sent through the bond. Watch what you say though. This race is being broadcasted across the planet. Our best bet is to say one thing to the camera, but communicate our real thoughts through the bond.

Saying nothing, Bastila nodded slightly, finishing her sentence with 'one of the with the Republic fleet, aren't you?'

And so, Revan and Bastila began their double conversation, saying one thing, but communicating something else through the bond.

How long have you been looking for me? Bastila asked through the bond.

Three days since I woke up out of a very involved healing trance. Carth said that I was slipping in and out of conciseness for a couple days before that. Revan answered. That crash really did a number on me.

'Carth Onasi is alive? Finally, some good news!' Bastila both said and sent through the bond. The Force is with us both.

I know, but Carth still doesn't trust me. I told him everything about me; my real name, my Jedi status, everything, to try to set him at ease, but I think I just pissed him off. Revan sent through the bond.

YOU TOLD HIM EVERYTHING?! Bastila retorted. Why would you tell him everything?

He deserved to know, especially after what my actions did to him and his family. Revan said through the bond. For the most part, however, he has put his feelings aside, and is concentrating on getting off this planet.

'We need to get out of here Princess, before more Vulkars come for us.' Revan said, grabbing a hold of Bastila's arm.

And as soon as he did that, he was suddenly thrust back in time, back to the battle from his last vision. Bastila had just struck down the dark Jedi she was facing, and she and her Jedi companions were moving in on Revan.

Revan, however, continued to choke out the life of the fool who let the Jedi get this far. He dropped the fool as soon as the officer's eyes rolled back into his head, and held his crimson lightsaber in his left hand, staring down the Jedi.

'You cannot win, Revan!' Bastila said, glaring at the Dark Lord.

Revan said nothing. He just circled his lightsaber and dropped into a defensive stance, awaiting the attack from the Jedi.

But the attack never came. A turbolaser struck the Onslaught, rocking the ship, causing several explosions on the bridge. One explosion happened right in front of Revan, knocking him right to the floor.

Bastila and her companions were also knocked to the floor, but only Bastila was far enough from the explosions to only take minor injuries. She looked at her companions, and could feel them become one with the Force. She was about to leave, when she felt a sliver of life coming form one of the bodies. She tuned herself to that sliver, and noticed it coming from an unexpected place; Revan.

Revan shook off the trance he was sent into, and was bombarded with new memories that he was going to have to wait to sort out later. Bastila, however, could feel what was happening through the bond, and asked Revan if he was okay.

'I'll tell you as soon as we get back.' Revan said. 'Now follow me.'

When they got back to the apartment complex, Revan finally took a chance to take in the clothes the Vulkars put her in. She was clad in this skin tight outfit, with leather boots and what appeared to be leather top. She was also wearing small leather wrist bands and a leather choker.

'Nice outfit.' Revan said, jokingly. 'It seems like the Vulkars have good taste in clothing.'

Bastila's cheeks got red, but she quickly regained her composure. 'Can we please get out minds back to the business at hand?' Bastila shot back.

'Okay,' Revan said. 'One thing you should know. During my journey, I picked up a couple more companions. I have a Wookiee named Zaalbar, who swore a life debt to me, and a young Twi'lek street urchin named Mission Vao. Both know that I am a Jedi, but neither know my real name. I'll elaborate later.' Revan said, pushing the pressure plate on the door.

As soon as they walked through the door, Carth's eyes lit up. 'Bastila - you're alive! Finally, things are looking up.' Carth stood up from the table, and walked over to greet Bastila. 'Now we just need to figure out a way to get off this planet.'

Bastila immediately got indignant. 'You mean you don't have a plan to get off Taris yet? What have you been doing all this time?'

Revan just rolled his eyes. 'We were trying to find you, remember?'

'I see.' Bastila said, trying to maintain an air of command. 'Now that I'm back in charge of this mission, perhaps we can start doing things properly. Hopefully our escape from Taris will go more smoothly than when you 'rescued' me from Brejik.'

Carth, however, would not about to sit and listen to Bastila's diatribe. 'I know you're new at this, Bastila, but a leader doesn't berate her troops just because things aren't going as planned. Don't let your ego get in the way of the real issues here.'

Once again, Bastila got indignant with Carth's comment. 'That hardly strikes me as an appropriate way of addressing your commander, Carth. I am a member of the Jedi Order and this is my mission. Don't forget that!' She said, bearing down on Carth. 'My Battle Meditation ability has helped the Republic many times in this war, and it will serve us well here I am sure.'

Carth, however, was not going to back down. 'Your talents might win us a few battles, but that doesn't make you a good leader! A good leader would at least listen to the advice of those who have seen more combat than she ever will!' He said.

Mission and Zaalbar stood back, feeling very out of place. Neither of them had any idea about the military or Jedi structures, and they were clueless about why Carth and Bastila were so hostile toward each other.

Revan, however, was not about to let this operation be torn apart by this kind of dissention. 'Enough!' Revan said, pushing Carth and Bastila away from each other. 'Whether you two like each other or not doesn't matter right now. We have no time to bicker like school children. We need to work together to get off this Sith infested planet ASAP.'

And with Revan's words, Bastila backed down. 'Yes... You're right, of course. I apologize, Carth. This has been a difficult time for me.' She said, as she sad down at the table. 'Of course I'm happy to listen to your advice. What do you suggest we do?'

Revan's words calmed Carth as well. 'First off we can't get hung up on who's in charge; we all need to work together if we want to get off this rock. The answer's out there, we just have to find it.'

'Well said, Carth.' Bastila said. 'And the sooner we start looking the better; I've already been a prisoner of the Vulkars and I don't plan on being captured by the Sith.'

'Not if I have anything to say about it.' Revan said.

'We're gonna need some help getting off Taris.' Mission interjected. 'Unfortunately, the only people who can help work for Davik, and I don't have any contacts within the Exchange.'

'I can think of one person who could help us,' Revan said. 'And from the way he was talking when we met him earlier, he doesn't seem too pleased with how things are going.'

'And who would that be?' Mission asked.

'The former Mandalorian general, Canderous Ordo.' Revan said.

'A Mandalorian? Are you crazy?!' Carth exclaimed.

'A little, but not about this.' Revan said, as he sat down and leaned back in the chair. 'Canderous Ordo is not happy with the way Davik is treating him, and I'm sure he wants off this planet as much as we do. He is our best bet of getting off this planet.'

'I guess you're right. I don't like having to put my life in the hands of a Mandalorian, however.' Carth said.

'I know you have issues with Mandalorians, but Canderous won't have those issues with any of us. Mandalorians don't hold grudges against those that defeat them in battle.' Revan said.

'You know a lot about Mandalorians, Jake.' Mission said, moving toward the table.

'When I made the decision to enter the Mandalorian Wars, I started studying them. And, while I am no authority on them, I can safely say that I understand Mandalorians.' Revan said.

As Mission continued to ask Revan questions, Carth pulled Bastila aside. He pulled Bastila close enough to whisper in her ear. 'I need some answers from you once everyone goes to bed. Come up to the roof after dark.' He said.

As soon as the sun set, Bastila made her way to the roof. When she got there, Carth was leaning on the ledge of the roof.

'Good, you came. Now, do you mind telling me why the hell Revan is still alive?' Carth exclaimed.

'The Jedi do not believe in killing their prisoners, Carth.' Bastila said as she walked over to Carth. 'No one deserves execution, no matter what their crimes.'

'Nice speech. But I don't believe a word of it. I want the real reason Revan is still alive.' Carth said, glaring at Bastila.

Bastila just sighed. 'Have you ever wondered how Revan and Malak were able to amass the Sith war machines so quickly?'

'Every time I see friends die.' Carth said.

'Well, the Jedi Order has as well. But, we decided to do something about. The battle that we were sent to capture Revan was our chance. We were to subdue Revan, bring him to Dantooine, and interrogate him about the location of his production plant.' Bastila said. 'But, Malak's actions changed out plans. Malak's attack on Revan's ship did brain damage to Revan.'

'Yeah, Revan told me that earlier. Maybe you can tell me the extent of how bad the damage is.' Carth said.

'When I brought him to the council, his mind was in fragments. They called on a Jedi who specializes in healing, and they worked to rebuild Revan's mind. But, there are gaps in his memory. Specifically, the entirety of the Mandalorians Wars and how he fell to the Dark Side.' Bastila said.

Carth cracked his knuckles. 'That's a little convenient, Bastila. It sounds to me the council purposely removed those memories.'

'And what do you base that assumption on?' Bastila said, getting slightly defensive.

'Bastila, I've seen people who receive brain damage. With how bad Revan's brain damage sounded, he would be a drooling paraplegic.' Carth said. 'And no amount of Force training can change that.'

'You underestimate the Force, Carth.' Bastila said.

'You aren't gods Bastila, regardless of how some Jedi act. The Force can do things that I don't understand and can't imagine, but those that can wield it are not all powerful.' Carth said. 'But, we're getting away from my questions. Why isn't Revan in chains or a force cage or something?'

'As I said, he does not remember anything after leaving Taris at the beginning of the Mandalorian Wars. Would it be right to punish him for things he doesn't remember doing?' Bastila said.

'You're damn right it would be!' Carth retorted. 'Revan is a monster who deserves imprisonment, or even the death sentence!'

'Be mindful of your feelings Carth.' Bastila said. 'Killing Revan or Malak will not bring your wife or son back.'

Carth glared at Bastila, and was about to tear into her for bringing up his personal pain, when he saw Revan enter the roof behind her.

'She's right Carth. And from a tactical point, killing me won't stop the war.' Revan said. 'If anything, killing me will just make the war last longer.'

'And how to you figure that?' Carth said, still glaring at Revan and Bastila.

'I have a feeling that, locked inside my head, is the location of whatever Malak and I used to create the Sith fleet is.' Revan said. 'If I die, the Republic and the Jedi Order lose that information.'

Carth was still extremely angry, but couldn't argue Revan's logic. He shook his head dejectedly, and cracked his knuckles. 'I've had enough of this.' Carth said. 'I'm heading inside.'

As soon as Carth was inside the turbolift, Bastila spoke up. 'After the swoop race, I noticed a strange sensation inside your mind. What happened?'

Revan sighed. 'When I grabbed your arm, I had a vision of my capture. After that, I had a lot of memories return to me.'

'What kind of memories?' Bastila asked.

'Bits and pieces from the past 6 years. Mundane stuff, like battle plans and battles, but there were some important things as well.' Revan said.

'Such as?' Bastila asked.

'This strange figure cloaked in black, and mention of something called the 'Star Forge'.' Revan said. 'Whatever the Star Forge is, I have a feeling that is how Malak and I amassed the Sith fleet.'

'What about the figure in black?' Bastila asked.

'I don't know. But I have a feeling that whoever that figure is, they are the reason I fell to the Dark Side in the first place.' Revan said. He looked down at his chronometer, and noticed the time. 'We need to get some rest Bastila, if we are going to be heading out at sunrise.' Bastila didn't argue, and headed to the turbolift. Revan followed, trying to figure out why that black cloaked figure was important. He seems very familiar, but why? Does Malak know who this is? I hope I figure this out before it bites me in the ass.