A month has passed, and Revan finds himself as healthy as ever. Even if he may not look it with the ever present stubble and the wrinkles. (Yes, those fine lines are starting to appear at the crease of his brow and around the eyes.) If anything, he looks tired for a man who smiles at the antics his daughters are up to ( Read more... )

[OOM: Revan needs to work. To set his mind on other things. Only, working, in his state, is not such a good idea. Meanwhile Kira waits for her stupid husband and then confronts him as soon as he gets back.]

[OOM: After everything: He not only looks pale and weak, he is. And he hates it.]

[OOM: Three months and he hasn't a thing to show for it.]

[OOM: Three months pass on Alderaan
in a blur of letters and moments that will become memories]

[OOM: Revan comes back to the Enclave to some news and later, when Leo finds out, he is less than happy. Kira shows him what she thinks of that]

[OOM: there is no such place
blasted in appearance and a composite of fearful minutes
frozen in the waking instant]

[kira finds some things on rhen var. mainly: information, a holocron and her husband.]

[OOM: After a series of Force visions spurn Revan into quitting his job, a cursory trip to Korriban (only nearly two months later) turns up nothing but corpses.

Atton's sat at a corner booth, one of his guns in pieces on the table as he configures some of the individual parts. It's long, dull work, but Atton doesn't seem to mind too much.

Botherable.

Revan has not been around Milliways in a long while. Not because he has been busy with work - things at the Space Port have been rather lax - and not because of having now-one year old twins to deal with at home - Mana, their live-in nanny, has been Force-sent - and not because of a nagging wife - Kira really doesn't nag him...much - but because ( Read more... )