The Fall of Revan

Honoring Pacts

Above is a song that I listened to when they were fighting.  It's good for describing their rivalry, so throw it on when it starts. It also gives you an idea of how I envision Revan fighting. ;)

Chapter 13

Dantooine, Khoonda Plains

One month and two weeks after his return

Hearing Ashabellanar's admission, you close your eyes. I did not know she thought of herself as broken, or that the Masters had tried but failed to heal her traumatized spirit. And you also knew she was right about you. Though you liked to challenge her and taunt her with words you respected her greatly. Perhaps not when you were younger, but time had given you wisdom into things you had not appreciated as an Padawan. Like the skill of an opponent who is an equal to your caliber in both mind and body. Ashabellanar's drenched figure as she rose from the tub instantly pops to mind but quickly you force it away.

"I could help you, you know," Torian's voice suggestively states from the other side of the tarp drawing your attention back.

"Asha," you command, revealing yourself openly to them, though you knew she had sensed your presence some time ago. I don't like where this Mando is trying to take this. He is in love with her and if he acts too impulsively he will scar her further. This was profoundly obvious to you and if you were being a bit honest with yourself his advances did not sit well with you either; and not because she was Jedi.

Appearing instantly by your side Ashabellanar flashes you a hint of a smile, grateful no doubt for your intervention. Torian's body language on the other hand, is defensive and even flashes a bit of aggression in the Force, as he pushes aside the tarp momentarily revealing his Bes'uliik. Meeting his gaze firmly, you allow your own emotions on the matter to briefly pass across your face. Not an easy thing to allow given a lifetime of fighting them. "Are you done?" Ashabellanar inquires drawing your attention back to her.

"Yes, my business with Psylor is done. He knows we will be patrolling nearby and has even given permission to freely enter their camp." This news alights her face with a rare full smile and you can't help but let a small one escape on your own. Reaching forward you lightly caress a few strands of her hair, gaining a slight tensing from both her and the Mando behind her, as you knew you would. You were determined though to help her if she wished it. A loss of someone with her skills after all would be disastrous for the order, especially if war was on the horizon. "I will come and train with you tomorrow Asha," you add furthering the delight that dances in her eyes. "After all I doubt you've had a decent regimen in sometime," you add, casting a sharp look at the Mando behind her.

Returning the next day, you dismount and watch as Ashabellanar spars with an older Mandalorian. He's predictable, and boring. You deduce watching her body language and sensing her impression in the Force. She could do this in her sleep, and probably can. "Are you going to take this seriously or not?" You demand jumping effortlessly up onto a nearby crate for a better view. "Hey chakaarycyc," you call towards Torian, intentionally taunting him. "Why don't you and that friend of yours jump in?" Glaring back Torian frowns but his friend Khal, yeah that was his name, doesn't hesitate. He's at least better, you note watching him work with the other to attack her. Not afraid to take risks or use for underhanded moves. Saboteur, he's their saboteur, you reason sensing him within the Force. Still though she's not challenged, and I wouldn't expect her to be.

Dantooine, Khoonda Plains

One month and two weeks after Jax's return

Jumping to dodge Khal's attack you twist with a catlike grace and parry Zan's attack. Sensing another presence, you turn only to find Jax himself joining the fray. Elated at the idea of facing him again you flash him a gleeful grin as you skillfully avoid his attack. He's just toying with me. You realize quickly though, reading it in his body language and even sensing it in the Force. Unexpectedly irritated by his lack of effort you twirl your blade towards Khal but at the last moment slash it towards Jax's head. Ducking nimbly, a brief smirk passes across his face. That little... "Are you going to take this seriously?!" You demand.