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For two days, he stays with Ranthus, pouring over and studying the Holocron as he splits the time with visiting his father. Now that he actually has something to show for his time away, he’s not so quick to run home, even if he continues to miss all of his girls like crazy.
"Thought of any names yet?"
His father moves around the cooking units with ease, chopping and dicing and boiling as Revan sits at the table, taking another crack at opening the Holocron. This one was turning out painfully difficult to access.
"A couple." Revan sits back in his chair glancing over at Ranthus. "I was thinking Alek."
All movement in the kitchen unit comes to a clanging stop.
Revan snorts. "That's the reaction I'm expecting from Kira."
His father steps away from the counter, turning to look at him as he wipes his hands on a towel he soon discards. "You're going to name your son after the guy who tried to take over the galaxy with you. Not to mention who turned on and tried to kill you. Twice. I'm sure the newsfeeds will love it."
Revan shrugs. "When have I ever cared what others thought? You knew Squint too, not Malak. That's who I'd be naming my son after."
Ranthus holds his hands up in surrender, shaking his head as he turns back to the cooking, and Revan regards the Holocron once again.
"Where'd the ship crash?"
"Near the boundary. Why?"
His chair scrapes the floor as he pushes it back, pulling on his cloak. He tucks the Holocron into the lock bin he brought back from the Hawk and shoves it on a high shelf. "I'm going to search it."
Ranthus watches him from the cooking unit. "It's been scraped down to it's wires. You're not going to find anything.”
"We'll see."
"Thought of any names yet?"
His father moves around the cooking units with ease, chopping and dicing and boiling as Revan sits at the table, taking another crack at opening the Holocron. This one was turning out painfully difficult to access.
"A couple." Revan sits back in his chair glancing over at Ranthus. "I was thinking Alek."
All movement in the kitchen unit comes to a clanging stop.
Revan snorts. "That's the reaction I'm expecting from Kira."
His father steps away from the counter, turning to look at him as he wipes his hands on a towel he soon discards. "You're going to name your son after the guy who tried to take over the galaxy with you. Not to mention who turned on and tried to kill you. Twice. I'm sure the newsfeeds will love it."
Revan shrugs. "When have I ever cared what others thought? You knew Squint too, not Malak. That's who I'd be naming my son after."
Ranthus holds his hands up in surrender, shaking his head as he turns back to the cooking, and Revan regards the Holocron once again.
"Where'd the ship crash?"
"Near the boundary. Why?"
His chair scrapes the floor as he pushes it back, pulling on his cloak. He tucks the Holocron into the lock bin he brought back from the Hawk and shoves it on a high shelf. "I'm going to search it."
Ranthus watches him from the cooking unit. "It's been scraped down to it's wires. You're not going to find anything.”
"We'll see."