Knights of the Old Republic 3: The Final Chapters

Chapter 26: Until we meet again

Hey everyone. First off, I do apologise for how late this chapter has came. Had work, life, etc, I won't bore you with the details, but I got to concentrate once things calmed down. And here we are with the final chapter. It was originally going to be split into two parts, but once I observed it, I felt that it was better to keep it was one and have a grand final. So here we are. On a higher note, Star Wars The Clone Wars is returning for another season. Yay! I for one cannot wait. Now without furthermore, here is final chapter. Enjoy and thanks to everyone for sticking with me all the way.

The sudden departure of their fearless leader had not gone unnoticed by the rest of the crew. Everyone was puzzled as to why she had suddenly left without any warning. None were more worried than Atton, especially after the previous nights events. Clearly, she was confused, lost and conflicted with herself. She could be off fighting another endless battle for all they knew. Four days. Four long days she had been gone for without a word, taking T3 with her a well.

"We can't just sit here!" Atton said to no one in particular. "Let's take the Hawk and track her!"

Mission placed one arm out before he did something hastily. "We don't know where she went and she's not answering her comlink. I got the feeling she doesn't want to be followed."

The group were gathered outside of the Shan residence, discussing their next step. Growing frustrated, Atton turned towards Bastila for an answer. "Can't you track the ship? You know, activate the beacon?!"

"I'm afraid not," Bastila said in sorrow. "We only used that ship for travelling across the Lothal."

"And you didn't think to install one?!" Atton snapped aggressively.

His yells are attracting the attention of the others. If there was one thing that Revan would not stand for was someone threatening his family and friends. He stepped forward to his wife's defence, pushing back Atton with a small jab. "Don't speak to my wife like that!"

Atton understood the former dark lord was way out of his league, but right now, he didn't have a care in the world. He raised both hands and pushed him back. "Get your hands off me!"

In retaliation, Revan raised his hand and punched Atton across the face. The scoundrel stumbled backwards from the amount of force that had been put into his fist. Atton had recovered shortly, lunging forward into a scuffle. Quickly, the other group members intervened and separated the two before someone got seriously hurt.

Carth and Mical grabbed both of Revan's arms, pulling him away and stopping him further damage. Bao-Dur and Canderous did a similar action with Atton. Bao-Dur's mechanical arm combined with Mandalore's strength made it easier than expected.

Bastila ran forward towards her husband, placing one hand against his cheek to redirect his focus. "Revan, calm down! Please."

Brianna had placed her hand against Atton's torso, hoping to calm him down. "Atton, relax. Now is not the time for hostilities."

The assassin droid nearby had his own say in the matter, not picking a fight with either side. "Disappointment: why is it that meatbags feel the need to restrain the other? I believe confrontations should only end with one meeting their unfortunate end."

"Not helping, HK!" Mission exclaimed with a frown.

It took a couple of minutes until both men were beginning to show any signs of settling backing down. That was until the familiar sounds of engines came from above. Everyone turned towards the same direction, watching with relief as the familiar ship came into view. It landed nearby the Ebon Hawk, softly hitting against the ground. The cockpit opened and out came a familiar face.

Atton's eyes widened in relief, pulling himself out from his restrainer's arms to run towards her. The others followed shortly afterwards, the previous tension disappeared. Atton got to her first, though he resisted the desire to hug her for the time being.

"You okay?" Atton inquired slowly.

The others had gathered around by now, slowly of course to avoid any more unnecessary tension.

Though she had no words to exchange, Meetra's smile said everything. She nodded. "I'm better than okay," she stepped forward to address the rest of her allies. "Everyone, I'm sorry for leaving so sudden. I've been...Confused since our battle against the Sith. I went away to find some answers."

Revan could tell her tone had changed since the battle. But now, he sensed nothing but a state of calmness. "I trust you have much to share?"

Surprisingly, Meetra shook her head as she begun to pass everyone. "Nope. Nothing much really."

This was certainly not the answer everyone had been expecting. Nothing? After being gone for four days, there was nothing to report at all? Many had doubts, but who was going to question her? Jedi were never one to tell lies anyway.

"I for one am glad to see you are well," Mical expressed his relief to see her, earning a raised eyebrow from Atton.

Meetra patted him on the shoulder as she stood before the group, addressing them for one final time as a whole. "Our journey began with a mistake I made. I travelled with the Republic to Telos. In turn, I attracted the Sith, then came Peragus, then Atton, and Kreia, then Telos and then I travelled the entire galaxy. It's been a long trip, but it's finally over now. The Sith are no more. The galaxy is safe."

As she took a moment to breathe, Mical raised his hand to speak. "Forgive me for asking, but how do we know it is over?"

"The disciple is right," Brianna agreed as she stepped forward. "How long until the galaxy is under attack again? Order is needed."

"Even if we dealt with the main threat, they may still have some stragglers," Bao-Dur added. "From both Nihilus and Vitiate sides, lurking in the shadows like rats and waiting for the right moment."

Revan caught onto the pattern they were getting at. "I think what they are trying to say is we need a way to protect the galaxy, to keep watch over the universe. A new Jedi Order."

The Jedi Order had all but been extinct since Katarr. The deaths of Jedi Masters Vrook, Zez-Kai Ell, Kavar and Atris had left Meetra as the final remaining Jedi. Aside from her followers, most of them knew nothing of the Order. It was going to be a difficult process in rebuilding the Order, but was this a responsibility she was willing to accept? Each time she had tried to do good, more harm seemed to follow.

Meetra turned towards her followers, her friends that had joined her throughout this journey for so long and still relied on her for answers. "No. We won't rebuild the old Order. The Jedi always chose hesitation over action, they believe emotions are the path to the dark side. They betrayed me, us and they were wrong in their teachings. Emotions don't make us evil, they make us pure."

None argued with her reasoning. She even held Atton's hand to confirm her point, leaving a few of them to looked surprise as they remained unaware of their relationship. Nevertheless, they smiled and were glad Meetra had found happiness after recent events. Not many could live through the same trauma without losing their way, who they were and what she stood for.

"What are you saying?" Canderous questioned.

"I'm saying we're not rebuilding the old Order," Meetra explained. "We're building a new one. People shouldn't be forced to abandon their emotions in favour of becoming a Jedi. If we don't show compassion for others, then how can we call ourselves protectors of the galaxy? How does this make us better than the Sith? Revan, you and Bastila share a strong bond. Did your feelings ever corrupt you?"

Without hesitation, Revan answered as he gazed upon his wife's eyes, remembering old times. "No. It was our love that turned Bastila away from the dark side. She also helped me become a better person than who I was in my past life. I wouldn't trade it for anything in the galaxy."

His sincerity caused Bastila to smile. He was right; emotions were not a burden, they were a blessing. How could the Jedi truly believe that their compassion was the path to the evil? Sentiments could not influence the mind of a warrior, only their own will could do that.

"But I can't do this alone," Meetra admitted. "My strength has a leader has faltered over time. I was never your frontrunner, we were all a team from the beginning, a family for that matter. Only together can do this. I ask each one of you who have the abilities to wield the Force: will you help me change the ways of the Jedi?"

Atton, Bao-Dur, Brianna, Mical and Juhani gathered around. Each one of them originated from a different origin, whenever it be a former criminal, a mechanic, a historian or a handmaiden. Yet here they were, wielders of the Force and as pure as their hearts desired. They followed her without question and put their newfound powers to help others, but could they truly rebuild a new Order?

Juhani was the first to step forward, reaching for her lightsaber. "My time as a Jedi changed who I was. I was born into destruction of my home, I watched my family die before me and I was enslaved until I was rescued by the Jedi. My path to becoming a Jedi has been difficult, I have experienced the light and the dark, yet I feel neither was my true calling. I cannot let go of my emotions, but I will never succumb to the dark side. If we can truly build a world where we are pure and stay true to our morals, I want to be a part of that. I will help."

Mical was the second to step forward, hand raising as if he were requesting permission to speak. Once Meetra acknowledged him with a small nod, he spoke. "It is as I told you on Telos: we follow you, but it is not of the will of the Force. We follow you because you are a born leader. You needn't ask me for my services. I will use my knowledge as a historian to help with this new Order. No longer will we follow the teachings of ignorance. I am with you."

The third to step forward was the handmaiden herself Brianna. She moved forward and got down on both knees, placing her double-bladed lightsaber between her hands as a gift gesture. "My mistress taught us that wielding the powers of the Force was a sin, a supremacy that none should wield. Though it saddens me to admit this, but she was wrong. The Force is not a feat to fear, it is a gift. There is so much to learn, so much to teach others out there. Allow me to join you in teaching the ways of the Echani. My will…Is yours."

The next to join them was the mechanic Bao-Dur. "I'm not that good with words, General. But since the war, I've spent every waking moment in trying to fix the galaxy, putting my mechanic skills to use. I can't do much more by going planet to planet. You opened my eyes and taught me there's more to life than holding onto the past. I'm with you."

The final member of their small team was the scoundrel himself. Atton stepped forward, closer than the others. "I've been with you since the start, we fought together from planet to planet. No matter what we encountered, where we went or how much we fought, you didn't give up, on me, yourself and any of us. You opened my eyes to the Force, you taught me there's so much more to life. You don't even need to ask. I'm sticking with to the end. You're not getting rid of me that easy."

Their sincere words and honestly left Meetra with reassurance and comfort. She smiled and stood before her friends, her companions, her allies…Her family. "Thank you. All of you, for everything. Now listen carefully."

With half the group agreeing to join Meetra in their new journey together, it was time for older companions to bid their farewells for now. Together, everyone joined once more on the Ebon Hawk to return the companions to their respective home worlds. Revan accompanied the team as well, owing it to everyone to at least say goodbye this time. Though it was not forever, at least those from Revan's side would have closure this time.

Their first destination was Coruscant, the huge planet of one big city, to return Mission. Though she didn't feel any discomfort returning to her business without Zaalbar, Revan wasn't exactly eager to see her return alone. Coruscant was a huge city, populated with many criminals in the underworld. While she had grown and matured in the following years, he would always see her as that sweet and innocent child he met on Taris.

The Ebon Hawk descended from the sky and landed within the same Republic hanger as before thanks to Carth's assistance. Atton kept the engines running as their ramp lowered down, preparing to take off since they were not staying long. Upon opening the ship, Mission walked out with Revan and Meetra following beside after saying her goodbyes with the others on the ship. Despite dressing in casual attire, Revan received a few looks from the locals, no doubt surprised to see the hero of the galaxy return.

"Guess this is it," Mission said while raising her hand to check the time on her watch. "Any second now."

"You sure this is for the best?" Revan inquired. "You know Bastila and I are always here if you need someone to talk to."

"And you will always have a place at the Enclave, too," Meetra offered. "Once it's rebuilt, of course."

"Thanks," Mission smiled. "But it'll be okay. Besides, who says I'm alone? He'll be here any moment now."

Revan arched an eyebrow to whom she repeatedly referred to. Though he didn't admit it loud, he was getting a little tired of the pronounce game. "Mission, who's coming to meet you? Why the secret?"

"You'll see," she replied.

"Mission!"

The new voice confirmed Revan's suspicions. Turning towards the source, he raised his eyes ever so slightly as a familiar twi'lek approached, waving one hand happily. This was a face he never expected to see in a thousand years. "Griff?"

"Hey there!" Griff greeted enthusiastically while holding both arms towards his younger sister. "Mission, it's been a long!"

"Likewise," Mission agreed and happily accepted her brother's embrace.

While Meetra seemed happy that Mission had a friend, Revan felt otherwise. He gave Griff a suspicious look while approaching the siblings. "Mission, what's going on? Why is Griff here?"

"Simple," Mission smiled. "Carth helped me find Griff while we were on Lothal. He's been great and after everything that happened these past couple of weeks, I understand the importance of family. So, we got in touch and now he's here to stay with me."

Her answer didn't exactly comfort Revan. While he trusted Mission's judgement, the same couldn't be said for Griff. "How can you be sure? Last time I saw you, you conned me out of a lot of credits for some crazy scheme. Wasn't easy getting that tach glands, you know."

Gently removing Mission from his grip, he turned towards the former dark lord and held up his hands innocently. "I've made some mistakes in the past. I am sorry for everything I did, but I promise that I've changed! I've been to therapy, got cleaned up. No more debts or crazy schemes."

Mission backed up his statement. "It's true. Carth even showed me his therapy record. He's a changed man."

Even with facts and her own verdict backing everything up, Revan still had doubts. "Can you trust him? After everything?"

"It's like you told me before: you have to stick by your family, even if they're slime sometimes," Mission reminded with a smile before shifting her focus to her brother. "I got a job for you, a real job. That is if you don't mind lifting crates and delivering them to customers?"

Griff was more than happy to accept her offer. "Are you kidding? I was the best delivery boy in Taris!"

While her old friend was sceptical, Meetra was more than pleased that Mission had reunited with her brother. She outstretched one hand towards the other twi'lek. "It's nice to meet you, Griff. I'm Meetra."

Griff accepted her hand shake, though he was surprised by her tight grip, oblivious to her having an artificial limb. "Wow, good grip you got there."

With a small sigh, Revan acknowledged Mission was old enough to make her own decisions. He placed one hand against her shoulder, looking into her eyes with concern. "If you ever need anything, we're just a call away."

Mission smiled and placed her hand against his own. "Always. Take care…Exo."

The two exchanged a friendly hug before it was time to say goodbye. Mission and Griff bid the two friends farewell as they walked away into the distance. Revan didn't remove his eyes until they out of sight, still somewhat uncertain about trusting her brother. For all he knew, this was just one big scheme to trick her into losing the business.

Meetra didn't need the Force to sense his uneasiness. She placed one hand against his arm, gesturing him to return inside. "She'll be okay. Come on, it's time to go."

With little hesitation, the two re-entered the Ebon Hawk and resumed their journey. Though it felt wrong to leave Mission with her brother on a planet the size of Coruscant, Revan knew she would be fine. For now, one chapter in her life ended and another begun.

For the next few days, the Ebon Hawk travelled to their next destination to drop off the next member of their team: Dxun, the large orbited the Inner Rim world of Onderon, but more importantly, the home of the Mandalorians. With his oath to Revan settled, Canderous was to return to his people and prepare to lead them into a new age. Everyone was hoping of course that they wouldn't attack the Republic anytime soon, especially after their temporary alliance against the Sith.

The Ebon Hawk came to a landing in the middle of their base, catching the attention of everyone present. Had they not recognized this ship, they would have gladly shot it down without a second thought. A small group of Mandalorians led by Kelborn and Bralor approached the ship just as the ramp was beginning to lower from the hold.

Everyone held their arms against their chest as a sign of respect for their leader. Mandalore himself exited the Ebon Hawk, accompanied with the two Force wielders he had come to know well.

"Mandalore, we welcome your return," Kelborn greeted.

"Kelborn," Canderous acknowledged him while inspecting the base, noting there remained damage from the Siths attack.

Bralor caught his glance and debriefed the situation. "We've disposed of the bodies and salvaged whatever tech we could from those blasted Sith. We'll have all operations back up in no time. We're still gathering reports from the battle on Dromund Kaas."

"You can debrief me later. Dismissed," Canderous ordered. Removing his helmet once more, he turned towards the two leaders before him. "If either of you start getting emotional on me, this blaster's going right through your eyes."

Meetra chuckled to his empty threat. "Somethings never change."

Revan held out his hand. "Thank you, Canderous. For Taris, the Star Forge and Dromund. For everything. It was an honour to fight alongside you."

With a firm grasp, Canderous accepted his handshake. "The honour was all mine, Revan. No matter where we go from here, know that you have my respect from one warrior to another. Both of you."

Keeping this farewell short, Canderous placed his helmet back on and marched away to help the rest of his clan. Revan and Meetra didn't seem surprised by his abrupt departure.

"Think he'll attack the Republic one day?" Meetra inquired.

Revan crossed his arms while a grin firmed on his face. "Let him try."

After the Mandalorians had donated them more fuel to their ship as good will, the group made a one-way trip from Dxun all the way to Telos. Their new engines allowed them to get there in smaller time than usual, saving them a couple of days of boredom within the ship. With less members to their team now, the ship was far less crowded.

The Ebon Hawk dropped out of hyperspace as Telos came into view, greeted with a blockage of cruisers. Meetra stood with Carth and Atton on the bridge as they approached the planet. Unfortunately, it wasn't long until a harsh warning came from their communications.

"Unidentified ship, identity yourself immediately or you will be faced with dire consequences."

Carth immediately explained their intentions. "This is Admiral Onasi, clearance code 06-12-2004."

There was a brief pause as the crew remained tense, fearing they had come all this way to get blown up by their own allies. Eventually, a response came from the lead cruiser. "Copy that, Admiral. You're clear to land at section 12."

"Roger," Carth replied as he turned towards Revan sitting beside him. "Nothing like a warm welcoming."

Flying between the various ships guarding their planet, the Hawk came into a landing within one of the empty hangers, greeted with various guards and automatic turrets ready to fire. As the three allies left the hanger, Lieutenant Grenn was once again there to greet them, accompanied with another high-ranking soldier.

"Lieutenant, you always seem to be waiting every time I arrive on Telos," Meetra noted.

"And trouble always seems to follow you every time you're here," Green countered, earning a small frown from the former exile.

Carth's eyes immediately darted to the other soldier, eyes widening in surprise. "Dustil?!"

"Dad!" Dustil exclaimed and jumped into his father's arms, relieved to see he was well. "I'm so glad you're safe."

Meetra raised one eyebrow in surprise, turning towards Revan for confirmation. "Carth has a son?"

Carth leaned out from their embrace as he inspected his son, noting his new attire. "Dustil, last time I saw you was after the war against Malak. Look at you! You're a soldier?"

"Sergeant," Dustil corrected with a smile. "I'm sorry I couldn't contact you sooner, but since the purge of the Jedi…I-I-I had to go into hiding, I couldn't risk contacting you and endangering Telos. I worked with a group of survivors somewhere in the underworld. But when I heard you came back, I…I had to see you."

Carth patted his son's shoulder in reassurance. "It doesn't matter. You had your reasons, son and I'm proud of you. We can catch up soon."

As father and son reunited, Meetra couldn't help but note one of his statements. "Survivors? You're…A Jedi?"

Dustil was somewhat hesitated to answer as a small wave of guilt hit him. "No, not exactly…I…I almost joined the Sith, a long time ago in a…It doesn't matter. But a group of us escaped and I took them here for safety once the war ended. We've been hiding ever since."

Surprised to say, Meetra didn't expect to see anymore Force wielders aside from her own team. "Incredible. Dustil, let me ask you: now that the Sith are destroyed, where do you want to go from here?"

Admittedly, Dustil had not given his future any consideration. Aside from finding his father, he didn't exactly have another purpose. "I'm not certain, miss…I guess I stay here, for now."

Catching on to her pattern, Carth spoke up. "Son, if you're happy with it, I may have something lined up for you and your friends."

Dustil's interests peaked. "Really? What is it?"

"We'll catch up later and I'll tell you everything then," Carth reassured. For now, he shifted his attention away from his son and towards his oldest friend before him. Admittedly, Carth was at a loss for words. "Feels like just yesterday we met. You and I, meeting in the escape pod, Taris, the war and you get the picture. I don't want this to be goodbye, but we all have our journeys to follow."

"We'll see each other again, Carth," Revan promised and held out his hand. "Thank you for never giving up on me, on Taris, on Malak's ship and on Dromund. I owe you everything."

Carth accepted his gesture. "And thank you. Not just for saving us more times than I can count, but for being a good friend. Don't be a stranger, you hear?"

"Always," Revan nodded.

"It was an honour serving with you, Carth," Meetra agreed. "Looking forward to seeing you again."

Exchanging no more farewells between them, Revan and Meetra boarded their ship, halting by the edge to wave goodbye as the ramp closed. Carth and Dustil returned the gesture while the ship ascended and sped away into the distance. This time, Carth did not feel any sadness or regret to see that old ship leave. Instead, he was left reassured that he would see them again one day.

With only one more stop remained until the journey to rebuilding the Order begun: Lothal. Though their new Order would change many things and the way the Force was taught, there was no place for Revan, at least not yet. After everything that occurred between his the Mandalorian wars, his rise to the dark side, Malak and Dromund, it had caused many doubts within his mind and his ability to wield the Force.

For now, his family needed him more than Meetra. Travelling for just under a week, the group returned to beautiful planet of Lothal once more. Landing outside the Shan residence, the remaining group gathered as one to bid farewell to the former dark lord. After so long, so much fighting and so much suffering, he could finally rest and enjoy the sunset, wake up to a world without conflict.

As the ship landed outside, Bastila was already out there to greet everyone with Vaner, C2, HK and T3 behind her. The ramp lowered and out came the members of their team to personal bid Revan farewell. After a quick greeting with his wife and son, Revan turned to bid everyone goodbye. Juhani, Brianna, Mical and Bao-Dur each spoke their goodbyes.

"Thank you for not only saving me, but for teaching me what it means to remain pure."

"Your presence was an admiration."

"It was an honour to make your acquittance."

"Good fighting alongside you once more."

Revan shared an individual goodbye with each of them. He shook hands with Atton next. "Sorry about the face the other day."

"Not my best feature anyway," Atton reassured. "I'll get you back."

Between their exchange of goodbyes, HK-47 couldn't avoid expressing his disgust. "Statement: this pathetic excuse departing makes my core sick."

Unfazed by his comment, Meetra smiled. "Don't ever change, HK."

Revan only chuckled in amusement as he shifted his attention to the final member of their team: Meetra, his friend, partner, saviour and hero. Without her, none of them may be standing today. He placed one hand against her shoulder, tapping her lightly. "Meetra. I can't ever thank you enough for everything. You're my best friend and I don't want you to ever think otherwise."

Meetra fought to hold a tear of joy as she placed her hand against his arm. "Never. When the Order returns, there's always going to be a place for you and Bastila. We wouldn't have it any over way."

No doubt Revan would join them. Not today, not tomorrow or maybe not even for months, but one day, he would. Exchanging one final hug between them, the remaining team boarded the Hawk. Partially, everyone believed Revan would want his ship back, but he was more than happy to allow them to keep it. Besides, Meetra was a better captain than he ever was.

Standing with his family and droids, they watched as the Ebon Hawk ascended from the sky once more. Revan placed one arm over Bastila while the other was upon his son's shoulder. Though he felt sadness now, he felt comfort that they would reunite again one day and under better circumstances.

"Farewell, Meetra Surik," Revan smiled.

For the final time, the Ebon Hawk dropped from hyperspace towards the peaceful planet of Dantooine. This world had endured so much over the years, but its beauty never dispersed. One day, this planet was going to be brought back to its glory, as were the other worlds across the galaxy. It would take him, but with enough determination and dedication, nothing was impossible.

Thanks to the former Jedi masters, the Enclave had been mostly rebuilt save for some debris here and there. This is where their journey was going to begin in rebuilding a new Order. Their ship came to a landing in their usual spot that was somehow unoccupied each time they arrived. No one complained, of course. Upon landing the ship, everyone felt a wave of nervousness wash over them.

"It has been a long time since my feet touched the planet's surface," Juhani admitted. "The dark side presence has perished, yet it feels strange."

"We'll get through it, Juhani," Meetra reassured. "All of us. Together."

With the engines powered down and locked down, Meetra pressed the button to the ramp and begun walking with her followers beside her. Their arrival had not gone unnoticed. Administrator Terena Adare and her personal guard Captain Zherron were already there to greet them. Judging by her face, she seemed surprise to see them.

"Master Jedi," Terena greeted. "You have returned. Welcome."

"Thank you, Administrator," Meetra replied.

Zherron observed the rest of the group intently. He spoke in his usual straightforward and serious voice without a single emotion. "Last time I checked, there were more of you. Trouble?"

"No trouble," Meetra reassured.

"May I ask why you have returned?" Terena inquired. "There's no danger here, I can assure you."

"My point exactly," Meetra answered. "Administrator, last time we were here, no one trusted us because of our titles as Force wielders. Even after the battle against the mercenaries, the people's trust is still shaken with us. We want to rebuild their trust in the Jedi. We're here to start again, to build a new Order and restore peace to the galaxy."

Needless to say, Terena would never have suspected the Jedi would return after the purge. But unlike many of her people, she had never lost faith in them and raised a smile in acceptance. "I trust that you will. We heard of your actions on Dromund Kaas. I assume you will be using the Enclave nearby to begin?"

"That's right," Meetra confirmed.

"Then I wish you good luck, Master Jedi," Terena said and happily stood aside. "May the Force be with you."

The group thanked her as they began their small walk towards the Enclave. It was relatively close to the area, wouldn't take them no longer than half hour. With the mercenaries disposed of and the kinrath driven away, there was no obstacles in their way. Through the residential area, the group received stares from the locals, some surprised while others concerned.

"They seem sceptical," Mical noted. "I don't believe our presence is reassuring."

"It will take time," Brianna replied. "Give them time."

It was a small walk until the Enclave was beginning to come into view. Along the way, everyone was feeling slightly uneasy. Mical was concerned about teaching, Bao-Dur of fixing the place, Juhani of returning to the very place she had almost fallen to the dark side, but none were more anxious than Meetra. Not only did she have the responsibility of leading this group, but this was the very place her former masters had tried to cut her from the Force.

However, a smile for Atton reassured her everything would be fine as he took her hand. Alone, things were tough, but together there was not a single thing they couldn't do. The group of six reached the outside of the Jedi Enclave. This was it, this is where their new journey begun, the quest to begin a new Order had begun.

"It's not pretty, but guess it's home," Atton said, his comment earning a nudge from Bao-Dur.

"We will restore this enclave to its former glory," Juhani said firmly. "Whatever it may take."

"And so, it begins," Brianna added.

"Fascinating that this infrastructure remains whole after so long," Mical said. Despite taking up temporal residence here before joining with their team, he had been so focused on his studies that he failed to appreciate its beauty.

Bao-Dur turned towards Meetra, ready to follow her guidance once more. "Where do we go from here, General?"

Along the way, Meetra had memorised the exact assignments for everyone to do once they arrived. "Juhani, scout around the enclave for any sign of creatures. Mical, take everything you've documented and begin organising the archives. Brianna, clear up any deceased creatures that are around the area. Bao-Dur, see if you can get our systems back to operational. Atton and I are gonna start clearing up the rubble. We'll regroup in an hour. Any questions?"

There were none. The four moved to do their respective roles, scattering in various directions. Only Meetra and Atton remained together as they stood outside the enclave, preparing themselves.

"Ready?" Atton inquired.

Meetra nodded. "I'm ready."

The two begun to walk towards the Enclave, hand in hand. Atton never would have guessed he would have told Meetra how he felt, never mind holding her hand without hesitation.

Along the way, Atton couldn't avoid discussing their future. "So, if we get married, does that mean you would be Meetra Surik Rand?"

Meetra couldn't avoid a small chuckle to his suggestion. "Married? Thinking a little far ahead there."

"What can I say?" Atton said. "I'm a hopeless romantic."

His comment only caused further amusement to Meetra. Never would she grow tired of his jokes and sense of humour. "That would be nice. Except Surik isn't my real surname."

Upon saying this, Atton's eyebrows raised in surprise. He heard her address others by full name so many times. "It's not?"

Meetra shook her head. "It was an alias I went by to avoid the Sith tracking me. Staying anonymous in this galaxy is a lot harder than you think."

"Really?" Atton asked, his curiosity peaked. "What is it?"

Admittedly, she never expected to use her full name again, considering it apart of her past she wanted to forget. But no longer did she feel ashamed to dread on her past. She was proud. Meetra turned to face him with a smile. "Skywalker. Meetra Skywalker."

Satisfied with her answer, the two entered the Enclave to begin their journey. From this day forward, the Jedi Order would no longer followed their old ways. They were on the journey to something new.

21 BBY

Time had passed since the small band of friends had rebuilt their new Jedi Order. It was a difficult process, one that left the group uncertain if they could succeed, but under the guidance of Meetra, they did not fail. The Order was built with Meetra appointed as Grand Master and her follow companions beside her as Jedi Masters. As promised, Dustil and his friends had joined their Jedi Order and were trained in the new ways of the Force. In more time, new children with the potential of wielding the Force were discovered and happily joined the Order to unlock their hidden power.

With Meetra as their leader, Mical had used all his studies to teach the new students about their history and helping them avoid the path to the dark side. Juhani helped this process by reflecting on her own experience while simultaneously teaching the various lightsaber forms. Brianna performed similar teachings but had taught those who were skilled the ways of the Echani, teaching them the importance of their history along the way. Bao-Dur also assisted in the teachings of forms, but as a side hobby, he taught students the basic arts of mechanics and how it would potentially save their lives one day.

Atton, while no teacher by any means, had contributed his own history with the Sith to the students and discussed the Jedi who had opened his eyes to the Force. As the years went by, Revan and Bastila had joined the Order to help with the former being appointed as Master of the Order. Using their own experience, Revan imparted words of wisdom to the students on how his love for Bastila had saved them from the dark side. Furthermore, the day came when they discovered Vaner was also strong in the Force. Together, as parents, they taught their son how to wield such power.

As for the others, Griff stuck true to his word and helped Mission establish a popular business with new ideas that worked out well for once. Before long, they were the talk of the town and became one of the strongest companies across Coruscant, taking on more staff than they could possible manager. Canderous had gathered his Mandalorian warriors and rebuilt their glory once more. However, no longer did they attack the Republic. Instead, they became warriors of honour and only attacked those who had evil intentions. This was odd for some to accept. Revan and Meetra's influence must have affected him more than they thought.

Carth remained on Telos, eventually promoted to the rank of General. With the help of Chodo Habat and Moza, Telos was finally restored to its former glory. It had been a difficult process, but the results well paid off. However, they were far from done. Seeing no other reason to stay, Chodo and his people departed from Telos and travelled to other planets in the hopes of restoring worlds that had been decimated by war.

As promised, Meetra and Atton had married and continued to oversee the Jedi Order as husband and wife. Together, nothing stood in their way and they personally oversaw the training of many younglings. Further years went by and they gave birth to their first child, a young girl they named Amiaa who was very strong in the Force. Like Vaner, she was trained in the ways of the Force and eventually succeeded her mother's position as Grand Master.

Almost four-thousand passed. Their actions had not been in vain. The new Jedi Order permanently restored balance the galaxy, ensuring no Sith had ever risen again. Worlds were restored, people were safe, and the Force remained as strong as ever. On present day Coruscant, a lone Jedi Master approached the statue of his ancestor that had been constructed long ago in her honour, ensuring new generations would never forget the hero that had saved their galaxy.

Anakin smiled as he observed the statue of Meetra, his ancestor whom he was proud to be a part of. It wasn't long until his master and oldest friend joined him.

"Still visiting every day, I see?" Obi-Wan noted with a small chuckle. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were going crazy."

Anakin chuckled to his master's dry sense of humour. "No matter the circumstance, I owe her everything. If it wasn't for Meetra, I don't think we would be here today. If only I could have met her."

Obi-Wan patted him lightly on the shoulder. "Come now, Master Yoda is requesting our presence."

Anakin nodded and followed his older mentor away from the shrine. He paused just before the exit and smiled once more. "Until we meet again, Meetra."

The end. Thank you all for joining me in this journey and I hope this was a satisfying end to what should have been an amazing trilogy. This is my interpretation of how Knights of the old Republic 3 should have been. Once more, thank you all for joining me. Like the chapter says...

Until we meet again.

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