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Carth Onasi Comes Home ch48
Oppressive darkness closed in around Revan. So far beneath this massive citadel that was her prison little light pierced the shadows. It echoed with odd unidentifiable sounds and the occasional shriek reverberating off the walls. Revan fought, straining to see through near complete blackness. Neither could her drug addled brain harness the Force well enough to make use if it. Her captors wanted to restrain her Force usage and found a way, but the drugs left her dizzy and impaired her overall cognitive abilities.
She felt her way down the corridor with her hand pressed to the wall. It was damp beneath her touch, mildly revolting for the growth of slime it produced. Revulsion was thick in her throat and Revan had to force her hand to stay put.
There wasn't much time. Each second was too precious to waste. She needed to find Alek. They stood a better chance of getting out together. He was probably being drug
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Carth piloted the Raptor away from Wayland, leaving the planets orbit and making for the hyperspace lane to Gizer. He should have been excited, Revan was pregnant and they were to marry. But she hadn't spoken much to him since he'd stuck his foot in mouth over Malak. And instead of heading home to Coruscant they were going to Gizer. Following was Lassiter Osh in his ship, the Wager. This was not how Carth wanted to leave Wayland.
As a testament to how badly he'd upset Revan, she hadn't even assumed the co-pilots chair. Old Jolee Bindo took on that role. During the flight Carth expected the man to speak up, offer some story obliquely related to this mess, but didn't. Carth was actually disappointed when he realized there was going to be no story. When Jolee did finally speak up they'd been in hyperspace for more than an hour and he more direct than usual.
"Look, sitting here sulking won't resolve a thing. And you know Revan isn't
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"It truly is dead," Bastila breathed, her voice coming out hollow. They circled the ruins of the city, the crunch of their boots sounding off. Age had taken its toll on Nathema. Buildings seemed to sag or lean while crumbling apart or else had entirely collapsed on themselves. Many of the smaller walkways were impassible for the debris. Even the larger avenues and boulevards required the group to scramble and squeeze through chunks of stone and steel and the twisted wreckage of speeders and transports.
"Master Bastila, how can the Force not even be present?" asked Dustil, running his hand over a fallen column. The stone was pocked and rough, aged by countless centuries.
It wasn't the crumbling colorless landscape, or even the funny way sound fell flat which made Dustil so uncomfortable. The most curious aspect of the Nathema was the lack of the Force. The absence loomed large in Dustil's thoughts, it was like the restraint collar Motta
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Having something to do was a welcome relief to the last few days of guarding Pulla Vaga. Sitting on watch had left her mind free to distraction. Mission spent a fair amount of that time thinking about Dustil, even worrying about him. Foolish she knew, he was a Jedi, and there was Bastila and Canderous with him. But she worried anyways. Now Revan had her at work fact checking Lassiter Osh's information. Mission relaxed into the task and almost left her concern behind.
She was seated at one of the HoloNet terminals of a small cafe bustling with business. Not far away Zaalbar and Revan waited. One of them left a coffee at Mission's side but she barely noticed the cup. Her hands worked fast, eyes fixated on the screen. For the time being there was only Mission and the HoloNet.
Czerka's security was impressive, maybe even tougher than Lassiter told them. They would need to overcome two separate systems for access to the underground lab. All Missio
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"The last time I saw you was on Taris. You were wearing the Mandalorian mask then," Lassiter said with admiration. He was holding a mug of coffee in one large hand but hadn't yet taken a drink. As Revan had nearly finished hers she could only imagine how unpleasant his would be cold.
"You were on Taris before? We could have met or something," Mission gushed.
They had invited Lassiter Osh to join them for coffee, a pretense to discuss the matter with Czerka. Initially Revan wanted to make contact by herself. For precisely the reason at hand now. Lassiter was talking about a past she couldn't and at times didn't want to remember. But Carth, who had become strangely protective overnight, wouldn't allow a private meeting. Jolee expressed his own reservations as well. In the end it was easier to accept their concerns although Revan had done it with gritted teeth.
< You were too young Mission. > Zaalbar chuffed at the girl.
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Revan erupted in a litany of cursing. Angrily she threw the datapad onto the console and stalked the length of the hold. Carth reached for the datapad. He hadn't even guessed Revan knew some of those words and looked at her in surprise. But she wasn't finished and started throwing swears from other languages into the mix.
"There is no emotion," Jolee attempted to calm her.
"That - that - worm!" Revan seethed interrupting the old Jedi.
On the datapad Carth reread the first of the files Lassiter Osh provided them. It detailed the sale of a blood sample, Revan's blood, from Sibba Motta to Czerka Corp. He whistled looking at the amount of credits Czerka paid for it. For that many zeros they must have been very eager to acquire the blood.
"Makes sense why he let you go so easily now," Carth sighed. Their escape from Gargon and Motta had been too easy. Again, his instincts hadn't lied. Though they had been in no position to guess
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Evening stained the pale blue sky above Wayland. The dark colors of night leeched light from the day. Lazily the sun sank into the horizon. Carth walked at Revan's side, leading her to Tanner Korr's workshop. The oppressive heat of the day was finally breaking and a light breeze stirred.
Revan reached up and moved the hair from her face. She'd worn it loose the way Carth liked. A shower had gone a long way to bringing back some of that spark Carth loved. While Revan was tired, the shadows under her eyes were a giveaway, she was also distant and quiet. Carth had seen this before. In the days before she left him and Coruscant Revan had been like this, retreating within herself to some place Carth hadn't been able to reach.
"Tanner made an interesting remark about you when I met him," Carth said lightly. Revan hummed brushing the hair from her face again. "Revan?"
"Huh? Oh, sorry. What did he say?" asked Revan looking to Carth with a
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"You'll burn those," Carth said peering over Revan's shoulder. In the pan a mound of roughly chopped vegetables were beginning to smoke. The heat was too high and he reached around her to lower it. From the side Carth saw her face scrunch up and she made a small unhappy noise. Smiling he pulled his hand from the stove and rested it on her hip. Lightly Carth gave the curve of her neck a light kiss, brushing his lips up to her ear.
"Keep doing that and it will burn," Revan cautioned with a laugh. But she leaned back into him anyways. She even turned her head just slightly, offering him better access.
"Not everything needs to be cooked at the highest setting," he told her. It was the easiest meal Carth knew. Actually it had been the first thing he'd learned to cook on his own. He hadn't expected Revan to have difficulty with it, but as he watched the edges of the sizzling food start to bla
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There was little remarkable about Indu San. To Canderous, it looked much like any other planet with a large population of humans. Sleek towers rose like cold gray fingers into the clouds. The Ebon Hawk banked gracefully gliding through the city and its forest of skyscrapers. Dustil brought them into the port, putting the ship lightly on the landing pad below.
A clerk from the local authority was waiting for them when the loading ramp dropped open. She clutched a datapad to her chest, smiling as the party emerged.
"Welcome to Indu San," she intoned, and Canderous frowned suspecting she was about to launch into a scripted official greeting. He shifted his weight and cleared his throat meaningfully. The clerk looked at him, a little flare of her nostrils, irritated by his interruption.
"We're in something of a rush," Dustil explained.
"Fine. There's a docking fee of a hundred credits, that's per visit you understand,"
Bo.When Lindsay was born, Bo was there. Standing beside her mother, he was the first thing she ever saw. But he was not her father; her father stood on the other side.
Bo was there until the very moment she died.
The sun shone bright through the windows of her pink-laden room. She loved pink. And black.
“Because Bo is black,” she’d told her parents.
Her imaginary friend, they soon concluded.
“Bo is all black,” she described one night as her father tucked her in, “His skin and his hair and everything. He doesn’t talk a lot.”
Her father frowned.
“He sounds scary.”
“He’s not,” she insisted.
Bo sat on the bed and said nothing.
Her father kissed her good night and turned out the light.
“Why can’t Dad see you?” she asked.
“Are you real?”
“Are you real?” he replied.
“How do you know?”
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