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[Revan written by Kat] [Arecia written by Katie]

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Pretty much this is your excuse to do what you want to my muse and see if you can get away with it. So go crazy! 

“No, Wyndel, Tari doesn’t count. She’d follow you to the edge of the galaxy and beyond if you asked her to. And thank the Force she understand just how much of a shabuir you can be.”

“As for Ventress? I don’t think our relationship matters, Revan. She’s… good for many things, but I can assure you that she would be easier to control if I put effort into it.”

“And I think the exact nature of your relationship with Ventress does matter. Though...I don’t think you’d ever be able to control her. I almost think she’d be more than able to control you instead.”

“You know, I have to disagree with you on that. Though…if you want them out of your hair, allow me to bring them back to the Eternal Empire. I will ensure they cannot interfere with whatever the kriff you’re doing.”

“Get them out of my hair as you could say it and I would personally be in your debt, Empress.” That was exactly what he wanted — for them to simply vanish, and hopefully that is what he managed to obtain.

“You would be in my debt? Well, then, I’d be more than happy to take Xylek and Anakin Skywalker back to the Eternal Empire, then. However, I’m sure you know what I would want, and I doubt you would give him back to me.”

“You want to go outside, huh? Well, how about I go with you? That way, if anyone asks, you’ll be able to say you where there for a reason.” she paused a moment before continuing, “I am Revan—-may I ask what your name is, young one?”

“Come on… “with that, he was already jumping towards the last corridor, and sprinting to the door to the landing platforms.

When she reached the last door to the outside, she paused a moment, head tilted slightly as she listened to the thunder that sounded through walls and door. Giving a soft laugh, she pushed the door open and held it for Thunder, the wind whipping through her hair and catching at her clothes. “Looks like it’ll be a rather nasty storm.”