fan fiction scrollHomecoming Chapter 1: Dreams Can Haunt Part 1

 Bastila ShanRevan (Male/Light Side)Star Wars

Explosions kept going off. Alarms buzzing for evacuation. A timer counting down until the destruction of the starship; only two minutes left. I was close to our ship, but we needed more time to escape.

“Revan, you need to leave now. You won’t make it unless you leave me,” Ashlem Marklem said weakly. I had been pulling her along, away from the destruction that was engulfing the ship.

“No. We’re almost there. We’ll get you medical attention back at the Fleet. You just have to hang in there,” I told her.

Kaboom! An explosion nearby told us that we were running out of time. I picked up Ashlem and threw her over my shoulders and started running as fast as I could to our ship, The LightDragon. As soon as I got her into the medbay, I ran towards the cockpit to prep for takeoff. We only had mere minutes left.

The battleship, The Rage, was starting to come apart all around us. It’s hanger was almost onto of us as The LightDragon finally lifted up off the deck. Most would’ve predicted that we wouldn’t have made it out of there alive, but they’ve never seen me pilot a ship before. Five seconds left before the final explosion of the battleship, I piloted The LightDragon out of the hanger and into range for hyperspace. The only damage we sustained was from the shockwave of the final explosion.

I let out a sigh of relief. That was way too close for comfort, that’s for sure. I stood and walked towards the medbay as soon as we pulled into hyperspace, coordinates entered for the rendevouz of the Fleet.

The medbay wasn’t exactly the biggest, but it had its uses for when we needed it. When I walked in, X10-R2, or Madvec, was tending to Ashlem’s wounds. madvec had been my ship’s medbay robot since I got The LightDragon on my sixteenth birthday from my Uncle Cramer. In other words, he came with the package.

“Hey, how you feeling?” I asked as I took a seat in the medbay.

“Statement: This patient is under order to not speak until medical supervision allows it,” Madvec stated clearly. That wasn’t stopping Ashlem.

“I’m fine, Madvec. Really, I am. Talking isn’t going to get me closer to death than that battle cruiser had,” Ashlem said, sitting up a bit but resting her hand on her injured side.

“Maybe you should listen to Madvec, Ash,” I chuckled, leaning back in my seat. “He might be saving your life, and you’re just putting it in more danger.”

“Since when have we listened to anybody before, Revan?” she asked, a smile creeping onto her mouth.

“Well, we’ll have to see what the Council say about our findings on The Rage,” I said, my voice turning from joking to serious.

“have you sent a message about the completion of the mission?” My only response was a shake of my head.

A signal alarm buzzed soon after I left, indicating an incoming message, more than likely from the Fleet Commander herself. I walked quickly towards the communications room, but I had doubts in my mind.

Lt. Commander “Scarline” Megan Fromt was a decorated Republican officer for over forty years. Not only was she a Republican officer, but she was also one of the Jedi’s top generals of all time. Commander Scarline had many mission successes under her belt, ten of them I had participated in as a padawan. Those weren’t the interesting parts about her though.

Four years ago, about a month after I had completed my Jedi Knight Trials, Commander caused such an uproar within the Jedi Council that many believe that she’d be exiled, like Kriea. It was all over one of the padawans in my class. No, I wasn’t the one who was getting the fuss. It was Bastila Shan, a young girl only two years younger than me. i was just thirteen at the time, which is why I used the term girl.

I turned the lights off and the holoprojector turned on. Commander Scarline’s young looking face came into view, although it was hidden by her white bangs and long scar down the right side of her face, which is how she recieved the name Scarline.

“Knight Revan, I hope you mission was a complete success if you’re heading towards the Fleet before even sending a mission report to the High Council,” she said, a hint of superiority in her voice. We were never on really good terms, mostly because Kriea, my first master, and Scarline didn’t share the same opinion on many ideas.

“Our mission had prices with the success it brought, Master Scarline. For now, the only information you should know is that our ship was damaged on our escape from The Rage. I request permission to use your communications room once we rendevouz as ours is in bad shape, and I don’t know how long this signal will stay,” I said, leaning onto the table where the holoprojector laid.

“Well then I’ll be in the room with you when you give your report to the Council, Revan. I’ll send a repair team to meet you and your ship in the hanger once you arrive,” Scarline said before ending the coversation.

I sighed. The Council wasn’t going to be pleased with the news of the destruction of The Rage. It’s commander, Lamen Cill, was a powerful Jedi before he fell to the dark side six months ago. With twenty good padawans, half from my class, Cill sought more power and Sith teachings. After the battle on The Rage, I counted only four padawans left that had followed Cill. They were in the cargo pit, awaiting the arrival at Coruscant. The other sixteen, we found out while on The Rage, were tortured and experimented on. May the Force allow them to be redeemed in the afterlife. Cill himself escaped, but I swore to myself that I would catch him and make him pay for what he’s done.

As I began to walk down the hall, the space around me started to get darker. The energy cells must’ve been weakening from the damage we took as we had escaped. I didn’t think anything of it until it was to the point where I couldn’t see anything. The ship must’ve taken a harder hit than I had anticipated. I sprinted towards the power station, but suddenly I found myself not moving at all, just floating. What was going on?

As soon as the darkness came, it was suddenly gone, and I found myself in the High Council Chamber. I was wearing different robes, ones that weren’t my signature blue. These robes I had on were the traditional brown Jedi Knight robes. This was too weird.

“Revan, what do you have to say about your mission to Xantras?” a familiar voice asked.

I looked up and saw Jedi Master Xavar and the rest of the High Jedi Council watching me. Now I understood what was happening. I was reliving my past memories as Revan Lamstare during my sleep. This was the last meeting with the Council I had as Revan.

“Well?” Xavar asked. It was also the meeting after I lost Ashlem to the Madalorien Wars, before I joined the war.

“We managed to win back Xantras, Master Xavar, but…” I started to explain, but just couldn’t finish the sentence because it pained me too much just thinking about it.

“But what, young one?” Master Vermin Zown asekd. he was second-in-command of the Council. He was also one of my fomer masters.

“We lost Jedi Knight Ashlem Markleym during the siege of the planet,” I said in a defeated voice. It hurt too much to even think about her being dead.

Silence engulfed the room for what felt like hours. Surprised looks had fallen onto each and every one of the Council members’ faces. It didn’t surprise me thought that they were surprised. Ashlem was one of the best young Jedi Knight we’d had in a long time. i hadn’t considered myself one of the best at the time, even though i guess some had.

“I will inform Master Rameni. She will want to head the funeral for her former padawan,” Zown said quietly. The other Council members nodded in agreement.

“What of Revan?” Xavar asked.

“Banishment.”

I turned and saw Cill standing in the doorway to the Chambers. Soon all of the members were chanting banishment, and suddenly screams were erupting iniside my head, getting worse the louder the chanting got.

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I woke up in my bed on the Ebon Hawk, drenched in sweat from my night mare, dream, vision, whatever you want to call it. The ship was silent except from my panting and the humming coming from the hyperdrive down the hall. I hoped this mission would let me live to see her again. Only time would tell.

I sighed deeply. For the past six months, nightmares after nightmares kept coming. For the past six month, I’ve had no one to talk to about them. For the past six months, I’ve wished that I would’ve stayed with Bastila Shan, the love of my life.

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