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WHO: Anakin & Revan
WHERE: Maurtia Falls
WHEN: Evening because no one drinks this much in the morning.
WHAT: Anakin doesn't deal with emotions well, he discovers the wonders of alcohol and then encounters someone who might be able to kick his butt.
WARNINGS: Violence? Heavy subjects? Drinking? Yes, yes and yes.

He had discovered that alcohol could be strong and tasty - not that the taste mattered after one ingested enough of it. Following his encounter with his son - his son - Anakin had left De Chima and traveled to Maurtia Falls. He told himself he did so to learn more about the world; to better protect himself and Luke. In reality, he was likely running, scared of his role as a father on top of everything else.

Alcohol numbed his guilt and his fear. Unfortunately it also woke his desire to fight. Oh he craved a duel; something to vent his energies and clear his mind. Groaning, he paused on one of the many city streets, tipping his head back as his mind swam in the artificial bliss caused by inebriation.

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The Force was omnipresent in all life, and all life left it's impression upon the Force. But it was a bit more pronounced in those whom were sensation to its ways already. Emotions in Jedi (or sith) caused much larger ripples, especially when they were extreme.

And Revan probably would have felt the waves of fear and guilt from anywhere on the planet, much less from within his home town.

It was only a short jaunt to reach its source (mostly because it wasn't moving especially fast), but when he finally laid eyes on its source he couldn't help but freeze up.

I mean, could you blame him? Despair drew the altruistic jedi like a moth to a flame. But when the source was a dark jedi bent on the genocide of his order it became a bit sticky. Especially with the hunger for violence he senses from him.

"Genocide, fascism... and now alchol?" He didn't need the force to smell him from here. "I'm beginning to think you have a problem." He finally calls out from the opposite street corner.

The voice earns a frown until Anakin can place it. His sluggish brain takes a few moments longer than usual to determine the source. Revan. He blinks away his fuzzy vision - as much as he can - and turns to face the man, eyes a chaos of blue and yellow-gold.

Yes, he does have a problem. Numerous problems, actually.

"I'm protecting the galaxy. Why isn't it called genocide when the Sith are hunted down and killed?" his fingers flex at his side, ready to summon his lightsaber, "The alcohol is so I can get some relief."

From his emotions, his thoughts, his memories and, most especially, his fears.

"A shallow argument," Revan chastises with a shake of his head, sounding, at least to his own ears, like his former mentor Kreia. "One that lacks the nuances and thought necessary to parse philisophical confrontations."

It wasn't his intent to provoke the delirious man, but to hear such fragile logic being used to support such a heinous course of action was offensive to the ever thoughtful jedi.

"The Sith dogma calls for the eradication of peace and compassion through fear and hate. To not allow something to exterminate you is not hypocracy, but self-defense."

Well he is drunk, Revan. Anakin's poor brain whirls over the rather large words the other man is using. Oh he has deeper reasons for why he has made his choice, but they are personal.

"I don't have time for philosophical confrontations!" he reaches behind to brace himself against a light-post. Yes, trust this man. He is ready to lead a galaxy near you!

"Maybe you should be exterminated if you're going to make all the wrong decisions." those words are grumbled, "They won't listen and there is too much at stake. I can't allow them to continue."

The Chosen One has spoken.

It was like he was hearing only one side of a conversation that didn't involve him. At least not directly.

It might have been the alchol but it gave Revan the impression that the boy was unhinged.

A thousand doses of venom curdle in the jedi's mouth, ready to lash,out at the spiteful thing in front of him. But they go no further, instead a sigh escapes.

"What is it you so,fear? I don't care about your Empire or the Sith right now. What has happened to you to wound you like this?"

Unhinged is a kind way of saying Anakin is off his rocker - and, on that point, Revan is entirely correct. He has little way of hiding that fact too thanks to the alcohol coursing through his system.

The questions bring him to a halt and he blinks a few times before scowling darkly.

"I lost my mother. She was kidnapped, tortured and I knew she was in trouble, but the Jedi wouldn't let me go! By the time I got to her, she was dying." his eyes sting and he turns, sending a trashcan flying against a wall. The impact shatters through the air and he breathes in, quick and hard.

"I couldn't even tell my Master what I did to avenge her. He would've been sickened. They would've gotten rid of me as a Padawan." his gaze is unfocused as he turns back to Revan, "Then I was...married."

Oh the alcohol has loosened his tongue too much.

The fallen jedi's words sink in with a terrible gravity --and no small of sympathy.

"Knowing one's family is a terrible burden for the Jedi. I'm sorry." Though to him it wasn't the curse the council seemed to see it as. Revan had been too young when he was collected by the jedi to remember his folks. It was a mixed blessing. He'd often times wondered what a family would have been like. But he had been close enough to other padawans and masters that the order had felt like family.

"Marriage is also shunned by the order." He says with a somewhat strangely passive tone. "Love can be a terrible temptation for a reason to hate." And he suspected that was exactly the case here.

"I was nine when the Master Quin-Gon Jinn decided that I needed to be trained. I wanted to go, but it was hard leaving my mother behind. She... We...were slaves. It's not an easy life on Tatooine for anyone; especially slaves." and he knows he Shmi to suffer without anyone to comfort her. He is glad she found someone who seems to have loved her and thought of her as family, but that doesn't erase what he did - or failed to do.

"The Council thought I was too old to be taught anything. Master Qui-Gon and Master Obi-Wan thought differently and after Master Qui-Gon's death, Master Obi-Wan trained me."

Once he had thought of Obi-Wan as family. But how can he anymore? He grimaces and rubs his forearm against his head.

"I know. But I fell in love with her before I was ever trained. Seeing her again when I was older just made it impossible to..." do anything. Breathe, think, reason...

"I'm going to protect her." his voice hardens, "The Jedi won't. They would only condemn us for our feelings and our marriage. I doubt they would even acknowledge our child."

Who happens to be in De Chima. Grown. Anakin is a mess.

"Nine is not so old." Revan said, somewhat softly. As if to dismiss it as a reason for Anakin to be upset. Not in a derogatory way, more that he wouldn't judge him for it.

"I know of your fears." His words only growing softer, almost as if he was having trouble finding the breath to speak. "I too shared them. Before... before the war," not an entirely accurate phrase. But it was too difficult to say 'before I failed to protect my own family by falling at the hands of the Sith'. "I too was married. Against the wishes of the Council. ...And we had a child on the way..."

"When you compare nine to their usual less than one, it is old." Anakin appreciated Revan's open-mindedness on the subject, "I wasn't born in the Republic so they didn't find me within their time frame."

The thought was that emotions and perceptions were inflexible at that point. Fear had already become ingrained in him - fear, pain and anger. But such was not startling from an abused slave.

"You were?" his breath caught, "Had...? What happened?"

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Despite the pain that was being shaken loose from the deepest parts of him, long buried, and his ambivalence of sharing such personal details with someone who stated they'd gladly kill him if given the opportunity...

Revan took a deep breath to resolve himself.

"My wife and I had done much for the Republic, and the Jedi order. So when we revealed our plans to marry, they were predictably against the idea. However a compromise was struck: If I so chose the one I loved over my status within the Jedi hierarchy, and swear to take no apprentices, I could be allowed to live with my wife outside the temple." He tipped his head to the side, as he offered this concession: "Frankly, their debt to us was too great for them to denounce us openly."

From the way he explained, it would be easy enough for Anakin to pick up that was exactly the choice he made. However his explanation is stained with sadness, a deep and nearly overwhelming sorrow, even for a Jedi.

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Sorry for the late reply. Things have been hectic at home

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