Raven was already tiring, of both walking and answering questions. Little Magaia had it easy, with her sleeping in her husband's arms, hearing the occational meow, but mostly purring from her tiny frame.
If she told him the whole story, she might have one less thing to actually worry about.
"The person I was looking for happened to be the first one I had ever loved. A part of me still cared about him. The sad thing was that I never told him that.
In my initial search, I did do the whole torture and death thing. You would've been shocked at the lengths I took to locating him.
Oh yes, he name was Daren. Daren Trevelan. He was my commanding officer when I first came to the Shadow Jedi, and was assigned to the Rogue Squadron.
The closest I ever got in my own search was the coordinates for the Kiyar system. The bad news was that he was supposedly killed, protecting the planet from the greedy neighboring planet Seras.
Something didn't quite sit right with me. I could still feel his presence. I swore up and down that he was still breathing.
The Kiyar President, a Kilam Blackh, had promised to help in the search only if I could help them. When I arrived in system, I ended aiding them in an attack that was in progress, and he knew I could kick butt up there.
To make a long story short, they didnt' have to do much searching. There was a Dark Jedi controlling Seras, and he searched me out, sending his three cronies after me in the middle of a fight to take back a ship-building facility.
Two were killed, and the last one captured me, but not before I got the boarding team to leave on one newly completed Loronar Strike Cruiser. A real beauty, too bad I didn't get to ride her on her maiden voyage.
Face to face with the Dark Jedi, he asked me to join him, bringing out a surprise to help aid in my persuation.
The bloody bastard had no clue that there was a personal connection between myself and the prisoner, but he quickly took advantage of my shocked reaction.
You can pretty much guess who the prisoner was. He had spent the last year under the special care of the Dark Jedi's closest friends, and he looked like one more strong hit with anything could blow him over and kill him for real.
All I told the Dark Jedi was that I had had a chance to speak with Daren, I might think about the offer.
I had one minute to tell Daren all the things I was too afraid to say, to apologize for all the wrong things I did in my own frustraition. I even told him that I eventhough I had moved on, and married another, I still cared enough about him to be considered one of my most trusted friends.
All Daren could manage to say was that he knew somehow that I loved him, and was glad to know that I had found someone who could make me smile. He died right before the desonated minute was over, spoiling the Dark Jedi's threat.
So, I made one of my own. I pulled what remained of Daren's body over my shoulders, and dropped my lightsaber on the floor.
I told him to leave Seras, and Kiyar, and to never return, or I'd return and kill him.
The Dark Jedi, a bit stunned by all this, had let me go.
And the lightsaber?
Let's just say that when he picked it up not long after I had reached space, he got an explosive surprise.
I never leave an enemy stronghold operating.
After I returned, the threatening Serasians had ceased their firing, sitting in silence. My guess is that the Dark Jedi had some influence over their minds, and they felt a part of them die when the Dark Jedi did.
I only stayed long enough for Daren's funeral, and came here, seeking a change in scenery."