Note: This is set a few months after the last chapter, and compared to the rest of the story it's positively fluffy. Hope you like the ending.
Revan thrust the spade into the freshly dug mound of earth and flopped to the floor, exhausted. The Ithorian standing at her side looked down at his worn out co-worker, then at the fading light in the sky. He sighed and began to pack his own tools away. Revan looked up hopefully. "Yes," He muttered. "That's enough for the day. You can go now." Revan leapt to her feet, suddenly full of energy again. She grabbed her spade, waved goodbye briefly, and ran to the shuttle before her boss could change his mind. "But make sure you're here early tomorrow!" He called after her fast retreating form.
She opened the shuttle door and threw the spade into the small area of free space behind her chair. Seating herself comfortably, she slammed the door shut and began to power up the tiny ship. In reality, she loved working on the restoration project. When she had first arrived on Telos Carth had insisted that she stay in bed, as even the slightest strain tired her quickly and ran the risk of making her ill again. But she detested inactivity. She had overheard Bastila and one of the citadel guards discussing the progress of the project on one of the rare occasions Carth had let her stray from their quarters. Only a few minutes afterwards she was in the reception of the Ithorian compound, volunteering her services. They had accepted happily, assigned her to one of the overseers on the surface, and informed her that she started the next day. Carth hadn't been pleased. Seeing the glint in her eyes, he knew better than to argue. He'd had far too much experience of that look.
When Mission heard of Revan's new job, she insisted on joining her. Despite Revan's assurances that she wasn't going to disappear again, she didn't like letting her friend out of her sight. Unfortunately, she brought Zalbaar with her. Zalbaar still had great difficulties when it came to judging his own strength; he often vastly underestimated it. That first day he snapped three newly planted trees in half, squashed several imported creatures, and sat on a rare breed of flower that the Ithorians had struggled for months to obtain. Mission and Zalbaar were piled into a shuttle back to Citadel Station by a group of harassed looking workers and told in no uncertain terms that they were never to return to the restoration zones.
Remembering how sheepish the giant Wookie had looked, Revan giggled to herself as she began the journey back to Citadel Station. She was halfway there when her commlink flickered to life, and she heard a small voice call her name. She reached into her back pocket and pulled the commlink out, smiling when she realised it was Carth.
"Hey, Gorgeous." He grinned up at her from the screen.
"Carth." She replied curtly. "Checking up on me again?"
"Me?" He gasped, feigning shock. "When do I ever do that?"
Revan sighed. "Well… You contacted me ten minutes after I left this morning, and then again when I got here, and again just before lunch, and a little after that-"
"Okay, okay." He grumbled. "I just like to make sure you're alright. I know what you're like; you'd work yourself to death if someone didn't stop you. But that's not what I wanted to tell you now."
"What is it?"
"We're going out tonight."
Revan whistled softly. "Wow. We're actually leaving the apartment. Where are we going?"
"The cantina."
She rolled her eyes. "You sure know how to treat a girl, Onasi. How you ever managed to win me over I'll never know."
Carth cleared his throat. "Well," He said, holding up his hand to tick off the reasons on his fingers. "There's the dazzling charm, cutting wit, rippling muscles, chiseled good looks-"
"Or," She interrupted. "It could have been the bang on the head I got when we crashed on Taris."
"Hey!"
"I'm almost there now; I'll meet you in the cantina in about twenty minutes." She grinned evilly as she flicked off the commlink, cutting off his tirade before it could begin.
The door of the cantina slid open and Revan sauntered inside, still clad in her work clothes. Her eyes scanned the crowd for Carth and she found him at an out of the way table, sitting with Zalbaar, Mission, Bastila and Dustil. He spotted her and waved her over to them. She crossed the room quickly, and flopped down into the empty seat next to him. She smiled a greeting at her friends and leant in to kiss Carth, who stopped her before she could reach him.
"What?" She asked, frowning.
"Dirt." He replied, wiping a smear of mud off her cheek.
"Sorry," She grinned apologetically. "We were planting trees again today."
He opened his mouth to scold her for working too hard, but was interrupted by an angry snort from across the table. They both turned their attention to Mission, from whom the noise had originated. She was watching Dustil, who was watching one of the Twi'lek dancers with his mouth hanging open slightly. She was slowly turning from her normal blue to a violent red; never a good sign. Revan caught Bastila's eye and they both quickly looked away, trying not to laugh. Both of them knew that Mission had long nursed a soft spot for the handsome young officer, although she'd die rather than admit it. Dustil was clearly crazy about her, but both of them were far too proud and refused to admit their feelings. Bastila and Revan had done their best to try and help them but Carth, who found the idea of his son and his adopted daughter becoming a couple incredibly disturbing, resolutely ignored the whole thing.
Carth produced a package from underneath the table and handed it to Revan.
"What's this?" She asked.
He shrugged. "No idea. It was outside our door when I left this morning, and it's addressed to you. Were you expecting anything?"
Revan shook her head and then placed the package on the floor beneath her chair. "I'll open it later. Right now I just want to relax." She stood up and leant across the table, delving into Mission's jacket pocket in search of the pazaak deck that was always kept there. Mission, still glaring at Dustil and steadily turning redder, didn't even notice. Revan sat down again and began to shuffle the deck. "Alright," She called. "Who wants in?"
Revan staggered back into her apartment, her arm thrown around Carth. She was incredibly tired, but happier than she'd been in a long time. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had so much fun with her friends. Carth grinned at her sleepily and planted a kiss on her cheek, before stumbling to the shower to sober up slightly before bed.
Throwing herself down onto the sofa, she sighed contentedly and kicked off her boots. Something was bulging in the pocket of her jacket, sticking into her side. She rummaged inside and pulled out the package. She was so busy enjoying herself that she'd completely forgotten about it. Tearing away the battered paper packaging, she discovered a small datapad. When she turned it on she found only one file; a recording. Reluctantly, she got back to her feet and shuffled over to the computer terminal. She inserted the datapad into the receptacle and accessed the recording.
The images of several people were immediately projected into the air. All of them were clad in full Mandalorian battle armor, standing around two people in a circle. Revan recognised the two in the centre immediately; Jana and Melor. They too were wearing armor, but they had removed their helmets and were staring into each other's eyes. The others had been whispering amongst themselves, but now they fell silent. Slowly, quietly, Jana and Melor began to speak together.
"Mhi solus tome."
"Mhi solus dhar'tome."
"Mhi me'dinui an."
"Mhi ba'juri verde."
When they finished they stared at each other in silence, almost shyly. Then Jana jumped up and threw her arms around Melor, who showered kisses over her face. Happy laughter came from the crowd, and then cheering and clapping began. The recording only lasted a few more moments more before switching off.
"Was that from Jana?" Asked a quiet voice from the door. Revan turned and smiled at Carth. She nodded. "What was that?" He asked.
She frowned at him. "Couldn't you tell? I thought you could speak Mando'a."
Carth shrugged as he crossed the room and wrapped his arms around her. "I can. But I picked it up mostly from listening to Canderous shouting at me, so I don't know the finer points."
Revan chuckled and rested her head against him. "Would you like to see it?"
"Sure." He nodded. "But would you mind translating for me? Me and Canderous didn't exactly exchange tender words."
Revan was still smiling as she turned back to the terminal. He kept his arms wrapped around her as she turned her back to him, and rested his chin on the top of her head. She tapped a few buttons and the recording began again. She leant back into him. They waited patiently for the ceremony to start. Revan translated as Jana and Melor spoke.
"We are one together."
Revan felt Carth's arms tighten around her waist.
"We are one when parted."
One of his large hands found hers, and he linked their fingers together.
"We share all."
His free hand left her waist and slid under her chin, tilting her face up to his.
"We will raise warriors."
She finished the last sentence in a whisper, ending just as Carth's lips met hers.
Note: I got the Mandalorian wedding vows from The Complete Wermo's Guide to Mandalorian.