The Fall of Revan

Spirited

Ok here it comes! Time for shit to hit the fan folks. They'll be an epilogue in Revan's perspective to wrap it up soon. Please tell me what you've all thought of my story when it's done. I'd love to hear!

Chapter 28

Dantooine, Khoonda City

Three Months and a week after Torian's failed Jaik'ran

Snapping the two wraith blades to your belt, you add several other weapons before shouldering your tech staff.

"Are you sure?" Your brother asks yet again, eyeing you warily. "How long ago since you hit the Tihaar?" He demands causing you to scowl.

"Long enough ner'vod," you snap.

"He's sober," Khal informs appearing beside you; his presence also ominous.

"We take her alive," Psylor sternly reminds the rest of your group, but his gaze stays sharply on you.

"And the Master," you grind out remembering him all too well.

"This is a rescue mission brother," he reminds invading your space. "Whatever your skira is with him this is not the time. Two skilled Jedi will difficult enough to deal with, never mind not injuring one of them." He mutters aloud.

"The lass can take a few hits," Zan snorts, rolling his eyes. "We won't be taking down a Vu'traat like her down otherwise."

"I've got something for that," Targ informs, stepping into the ship's mess you were now all gathered in. "Xyynanium powder. Enough to knock her a good one but not endanger her." He somberly states, obviously uncomfortable with such underhanded tactics. Months ago, you would've been the same perhaps, but no more.

Tightening your grip on your tech staff you scowl and your mood darkens further. The Vu'traat, you inwardly spit. What I'd give to kill the bastard! He'd taken the one women you'd ever wanted and she'd gone willingly with him. Willingly! Only to be left behind by him again for another mission. The irony! Now she risked discovery while he was away and for some reason her other vod were in no position to remove her. That much you'd been told but there was more, you could sense it in Pyslor and Targ's dispositions. Your mood sours, my brother's now keeping secrets from me.

"Torian!" Pyslor snaps forcing your attention to him and the rest of your departing vod. "Oya!" He proclaims causing a menacing aura to surround you.

"Oya," you darkly respond.

Reaching the outer Khoonda markets you take position with Khal further down the road while, Zan and Eion do the same on the other side of the Market. More men would arrive with Targ in a bit as was arranged by that dar'manda for her. Psylor and a few would be arriving in your ship when summoned while the rest took your bes'uliiks into space, including your Salantar. Scowling at the idea of another riding your Basilisk you scan the market with keen eyes.

"Bic ni skana'din," (this really ticks me off) You grind out and Khal nods in agreement.

"Just think of how he'll feel when he hears," he reminds with a wicked sneer. Mimicking it you had to agree, if nothing else you'd gain satisfaction taking her from the Vu'traat. He'd be livid when he discovered you spirited her away again, and this time you'd claim her.

"Be'jetti (plural for jedi), four o'clock," Eion barks into your helmet. "Only the two," he confirms to Targ and his party, who'd arrived while you'd been talking.