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lol It's no big deal... the interrupting part. Yeah, I can't believe it's still going either. Of course it has had quite a few redos but I guess it still counts. 
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Revan hears a familiar voice. She looks around anxiously, until she sees a fuzzy figure approaching her. "Alek?" she asks quietly.

The figure clears. "Alek!" she cries. She tries to run to him but something holds her back. She's suddenly being pulled away, sucked into a swirling black hole. She reaches for Alek but their fingertips merely brush each other before he disappears.

Her back hits the cold metal of a ship's floor. She sits up and looks around. This... wasn't her room. Her ship. She hears footsteps approaching and looks around for her lightsaber. It is nowhere to be found. The errie doors slide open and a figure clad in blood red armor steps into her room. He looks so familiar and yet so strange at the same time....

The man looks around the room until he sees Revan huddled on the floor beside her bed. He strides towards her, each step he takes sending waves of hate and unbridled anger washing over Revan. He grabs her by the throat and slams her into the nearest wall.

"b**ch!" he roars.

Revan claws at his hands, trying to get away. Her struggling immediately ceases when she looks into his eyes.

"Alek?" she whimpers.

The man slams her head into the wall. "Don't call me that! I should kill you! Look what you've done to me!"

The metal jaw suddenly recedes to show where the man's actual jaw should have been. There is some sort of translation device latched onto his throat so he can speak. Revan begins to cry. "I don't... understand, Alek... I didn't do anything..."

He bangs her head against the wall again. "Didn't do anything?!" he scoffs. "Always looking for a scape-goat aren't you Revan?! Never willing to take the blame!"

Her punches the wall beside her head, leaving an indention. "It's all your fault!"

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Revan wakes up aburptly, igniting her lightsaber and holding it to the throat of the person sitting beside her bed. Her vision clears and the person's face becomes recognizable.

"Alek?" she asks quitely, trembling.

...Meanwhile...

Master Vrook appears in hologramic form. "This is a..." he hesitates but is quickly urged on by an unseen figure, "priority alpha recall. All Republic and Jedi vessels must leave the Serroco system... immediately. Avoid contact with any Mandalorian vessels. I repeat... do not engage them."

It works when I'm involved.

So could Yoda. He was like 300 man. 

*clap, clap*

Sorry, forgot to clap.

Boys... always running from girls... They don't learn until they hit 13. Then they never stop chasing us. 

In my character APP above I accidently forgot to add that while Cat’s father was Force sensitive, Cat herself is not. Her extremely advanced weapons training and combat specialization skills still allow her to wield lightsabers without a connection to the Force (and easily outmanuever Jedi). Exactly like Boba Fett. Despite being unable to harness the Force, Cat is immune to the majority of Force-based powers… a very, very rare and highly valuable attribute.

Because she is not force sensitive and is less receptive to falling to the true “darkside”, Kimenov occasionally tolerates some of her more… distasteful actions; such as crushing her opponent’s heart. Her aggression is, however, an occasional result of her extreme dedication to “fair” justice and honorable intentions causing Kimenov to often pause when reprimanding her.

And its hard finding a picture of a sexy ass chick with silver hair and blue eyes you know? I might add one just for you though, LSM. 
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There is a charming laugh as Cat slyly emerges from the shadows along the cavarn's wall behind Kip. How long she had been watching them, none of the students could tell. It was still unsettling to see how easily she could get around without any of them noticing.

She walks towards the group, her tight-fitting Echani armor drawing eyes to her slender and well-built form. One of her most dangerous and well used attributes. As she walks by Kip she allows her cybernetic fingers to trail along his shoulder, the metal causing his skin to tingle.

She stands in front of the group of students, tilting her head slightly to the side as she examines them. "They have amazing potential certainly... Master Kimenov," she almost purrs, smiling and glancing over at Kip. She looks back at the students, her serious expression returning. "With a little more time they may even be able to get a hit on me."

She giggles at herself. "I doubt it, but it's bound to happen one of these days," she adds, turning to face Kip. "Their only problem is relying on their Jedi reflexes too much. It's a weakness as much as a strength."

God knows what. Damn man...

Yeah. In the first one I let the desire demon keep her charmed templar once. Didn't feel like fighting her again.