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[M-OOM] Milliways - Bastila's Room

It's by chance that Revan's hoping Bastila might be staying at Milliways (and not avoiding him in the Force for whatever reason) this particular evening as he walks through the closet door on Alderaan and into the familiar bar.

He'd been planning to head there for a drink or two anyway, in an attempt to unwind after a very long day of the girls crying over almost everything, when he had the sudden urge to see her. Or maybe it wasn't all so sudden, but rather a thought that had been at the back of his mind for the past few weeks or so since he had last talked to her.

Either way, when he could no longer sense Bastila anywhere in their galaxy, it left him with one place to look: Milliways.

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Bastila relaxes a little, but just a little. "That would make me a terrible host, which I dare to believe I am not. No, no, keep the bed, I'm quite fine here."

Wishing to take his mind off from her comfort (or incomfort), she goes on and asks, "What are your own plans?" She's been curious about what he does lately, other than take care of the babies, but never had a chance to ask him about it before.

"You mean other than babies and things around the house?" Revan shrugs (as best one can when laying on one's side, that is). "I write a little. Mostly notes that I can remember about the Sith, that sort of thing." He snorts, thinking on it: "My life is a much quieter one these days."

Bastila wonders if he likes it that way or if he gets bored and restless. The Revan she knew would have got bored and restless, but he'd changed, she could see that.

"Is that a good thing?" she asks.

It takes a few seconds for Revan to form an answer to that. "Now? Yea, it is. I mean, it got to be really difficult a couple of weeks ago, but someone talked some sense into me and I'm happy with the way things are now."

"What happened?" she asks, wondering who 'talked some sense into him,' as he puts it. She's glad for him that he's happy now, but she can't help but wonder if it'll last, considering he admits himself that he wasn't, just a few weeks back. Hopefully he'll get something to keep him busy before that feeling comes back.

What happened? Revan sighs. "I...had left Kira and the girls. We were fighting, a lot, and we took a break for a few days. I ended up talking to Ranthus while I was gone and he said something that got me thinking.

And it'll last," he assures her, because he can feel her doubt through their Bond. "It feels...different this time. I'm not thinking about it in terms of being stuck on Alderaan forever anymore, as I was."

It's just another chapter of his life that'll end when it ends.

Bastila is stunned into silence. Revan had left Kira and the girls? He'd left his wife and daughters? Oh, how often she'd dreamed of that, in the first few weeks after his return, when she'd learned the extent of his treason. Yes, she'd dreamed that he would wake up and realize what an awful error he'd made, leave Kira and come back to her. It had been nothing but a dream; she'd soon found out it would never happen.

Or so she'd thought. But apparently, he could leave her. Them.

Time has passed since then, though. Now, the news is not hopeful but shocking.

"What did Ranthus say?" she asks finally.

He can feel her shock. And it had surprised him too at how easily he seemed to be able to leave them. Of course, it was the being gone that had been the most difficult, just as it was when he had left Bastila and Carth and then rest of his newfound family five years ago.

As for what Ranthus said: "That I don't always need to be fighting some battle anymore. That, essentially, I should just take the time and enjoy what I fought so hard for."

Bastila can hardly shake the surprise. She nods when he tells her what Ranthus said. "It makes sense. How was your father?"

"He seems good," Revan says, toying with the bed's comforter that he lays on. It's...very soft. Or something. "He's busy a lot, I guess. But your mother, have you talked to her?"

"I haven't seen her in a long while, but we talked over the holotransceiver last month," she answers. "She was good."

"And you, did you meet your father in person or was it a conversation over the holotransceiver? Where is he by now, in fact?"

"Not in person, no. He was on... Kriff, where was he?" Revan laughs, scrubbing a hand across his face. He can't remember the name of the planet. "Somewhere or another with a D, I think."

"Kriff? That's a planet I hadn't heard of." Bastila laughs.

"Kriff off, you know what I meant," Revan says with a good natured grin and laugh.

"It was too good to pass," Bastila replies, still chuckling.

"I imagine if there was one called Kriff though, it'd be a lot like Nar Shaddaa."

"Haha, most probably, yes!"

"Not that we need another one..."

"You don't like Nar-Shaddaa?" Bastila asks, with fake innocence.

Revan grins. "Oh come on, what's not to like? Seedy cantinas, brothels, the overwhelming stench of the streets... It's gotten better though, I guess, since the Exchange was destabilized. Haven't really been there lately though."

"Even with a drastic improvement, it would still be awful," declares Bastila, wrinkling her nose in disgust. She hates Nar-Shaddaa."

"True. And there's no doubt that another organization'll pop up eventually to take control. It's usually how things go, isn't it?"

Bastila nods. "Yes, always. No rest for the naughty, it seems. Always some more credits to make on the back of honest - and not so honest - people."

"'No rest for the naughty', huh?" he quotes back, drawing out the word 'naughty' and quirking a smirk. He can't help teasing her.

Bastila fights back the blushing that spreads over her cheeks, but in vain. His comment reminds her of the situation: they're in her bedroom and he's on her bed... at least she isn't. She'd still rather not see Kira walk in the room right this moment.

At her blush: "Sorry, sorry. I'm mean." He doesn't sound very apologetic though.

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