Revan Returns (Ch 29) (Patreon)

“So you’re telling me that you were attacked by the Drark clan, in retaliation for…” The cop looks at his notes. “Dropping their territory a level? Is that slang for something? You know what? I don’t want to know.” Mission closes her mouth and sulks.

The cop sighs, running one hand down his face. “You  know, just once, I’d like to not be involved in an incident. I’ve been working overtime all week, and don’t even get me started on the paperwork! But no. There I was, about to clock out for the day, when I got a call. Was I surprised? Not really. Did I know why I was getting called? I hoped I was wrong. But here you are, causing yet another incident.”

Bastila interjects. “With all due respect officer, we were simply eating our meal. We in no way provoked them into attacking us in this restaurant.”

He looks doubtfully between the two girls. “So you didn’t drop their base down a level?”

“Nope! That was all them. We aren’t the ones who shot the red barrels. We know better than that!”

He ignores the side comments in Mission’s words for the moment, instead focusing on what’s relevant at the moment. “So you did provoke them?”

Bastila shakes her head. “At the time of the referenced incident, we-”

The cop holds up a hand, halting her words. Then he lets out a sigh. “You know, if you would just say that you’re a Jedi, this wouldn’t be a problem. We could just treat it as some criminals targeting the police. Nothing new, no extra paperwork, we all get to go to bed at reasonable hours.” He looks at her with a tired smile. “Please?”

But she simply shakes her head. “I am not with the Order. Therefore I will not claim to be a Jedi. At the moment I am a wandering Force adept.” She side-eyes Mission. “As well as a part time babysitter.”

Mission rolls her eyes with a smirk. “I take care of you just as much as you take care of me. But if that’s the play you wanna do when Revan gets back, I don’t mind~.”

Bastila chuckles while the cop rolls his eyes. “I can’t believe that the department assigned me to deal with the two of you. I really regret checking out that call a week ago.”

“Ah, but you know you’re fond of us, right Jinalu~?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Another sigh. “Anyways, since you killed every member of the Drark clan the department is letting the slaughter go. Another criminal group gone, another publicity stunt for the higher ups.”

“So we are free to depart? We were hoping to check in with the Temple to get an update on something before Revan gets back.”

He stares at her with dead eyes. “Possesses a lightsaber. Uses mystical powers. Casually mentions plans to walk into a place filled with people of a mystical and secretive organization. Yep. Definitely not a part of them.”

Another sigh. “Whatever. You’re free to go. We’ve already been paid off to ignore the second group, so I’ll just put down that the Drark clan was responsible for everything. I know it won’t do anything, but I’m required to say this.” He clears his throat.

“Please make sure to keep us informed of any further threats and/or information that could lead to the apprehension of criminals. Do not attempt to confront and/or investigate any criminals you yourselves may come across. Thank you for your patience during this difficult incident.”

And with his obligations fulfilled, the cop turns away and speedwalks to his hover car. As if he’s afraid that the two women would cause him more problems if he stayed any longer.

Bastila and Mission exchange glances as they walk towards their own modified hover car. Mission is the first to speak. “Should he really be telling us that the cops are accepting bribes?”

Bastila shrugs. “It is likely that he is suffering from sleep deprivation, so perhaps he did not notice his slip of the tongue.”

Mission waits for a moment, but when she doesn’t continue she prompts her. “Ooorrrrr??”

She sighs. “Though unlikely, he could have been trying to warn us that someone with wealth and power was behind the second group. Though, we already knew that, and even have a name. I personally think that he’s simply tired of dealing with us and is hoping we either kill the person targeting us, giving him an indisputable reason to arrest us. Or they kill us. Either way, he would no longer have to deal with our ‘incidents.’”

Mission nods. “Makes sense. I’m just going to go with the nice one. It’s nice that he cares~.”

Bastila rolls her eyes while the corners of her lips twitch upward. “Indeed. But onto more important matters. Discovering what the zabrak has told the Order.”

As their hover car flies to the Temple. They ponder on what he could know.

The identity of their teacher? Hidden spies in the Senate? Tasty foreign recipes!?

Truthfully though, the two don’t expect him to know very much. From what Bastila could sense, he had almost no training in the Force. He was simply empowered by the Dark Side without having any real knowledge of it, similarly to a beast.

Someone like that wouldn’t be entrusted with important information.

Still though, checking on them will pass the time. The two women make small talk while the car flies to their destination. And then they feel the presence.

Bastila smiles warmly when she feels it, king what it means. Seeing that smile, Mission feels a pang of jealousy. She knows that Bastila has a special connection to Revan, one that is enhanced by the Force, rather than just connected through it.

But that’s not why she feels jealous. After all, she has her own connection to Revan. No, what she’s jealous of is that Bastila, and even Juhani, are able to feel Revan in a way she never will. They can feel his life through the Force.

If the average Force adept’s life signature is the size of a rubber ball, then Revan’s is easily the size of a small moon. It descends upon the planet, impossible to ignore for those with the capability of feeling it.

And indeed, they do not.

𝌡𝌡𝌡

Darth Sidious looks up from his Master’s corpse, his dissatisfaction at learning nothing of the mysterious Force adept forgotten.

The life signature that has just entered the planet’s atmosphere is easily comparable to Grandmaster Yoda! He can’t tell how they compare to each other, because trying to see where exactly it's coming from is an exercise in futility. It is simply too large, and too bright.

But he messages one of his spies in the Temple to keep him apprised of the situation. He needs to know what this new person is planning. As well as if they are a threat to his plans.

𝌡𝌡𝌡

Yoda looks up at the ceiling of the training room, but not seeing it. Instead, he looks past it. Past the ceiling. Past the Temple. Past the city. All the way into the sky.

There, he looks at the life force blazing, brighter than the sun. This is a person who embodies the Force. Even without them being in front of him,  Yoda is able to tell that they are easily his equal.

Perhaps in his prime, he blazed as brilliantly. Perhaps he could match them in size. But now he is old. Too old to try and become stronger. Too old to match whoever they are.

No, that will be left upon the little ones to do. For they are the ones who will lead the Order, long after he is gone.

And so Yoda turns his sight away from the shuttle, back to the children looking at him in awe.

To the future of the Order.