A blonde girl in a cowboy hat sat down forcefully and snatched a fresh baked, cherry fritter from the plate on the table inside the bakery known as Sugercube Corner. As she moved her blonde hair to the back of her head to keep it from getting any cherry filling, she took a large bite and then a large gulp of scorching hot cocoa, not even flinching at the scolding heat that would leave even her more hyperactive friend, Pinkie Pie, running to empty a river of it's water.

"Um..." A violet haired young woman in a wool and violet sweater vest and scarf began tentatively. "Applejack? Are you..."

Before she could even finish her sentence the green eyed girl in flannel shot her a death glare, slamming her Styrofoam cup on the off blue table and wiping the burning residue from her lips. "Ah'm pissed is what Ah am!" Applejack answered, glaring down at the table at no one in particular and surrounded by four of her friends.

"S'it still about a Soarin'?" Her best friend, Rainbow Dash, asked, her multicolored, rainbow hair up in a rainbow beanie and her arms firmly in the pockets of her signature brown flight jacket.

She looked straight into her friend and rivals near red eyes and gazed forlornly back at the top of the table, grabbing another of her friend's cups of cocoa and taking another drink. "Bastard left me the night I started talking about commitment," she took another bite and another swig, then just moving the cup in a circular motion, opening her mouth to talk but then choosing not to. "Thinks he can get away with that kind'a bull!"

"You want, AJ," a now quiet girl with long, pink, and curly hair began with a consoling smile. "I'm friends with everyone in town. I know this really nice horse breeder on the other side of town. I know you might not have had the chance to get to know him, but he seems like a really nice guy."

With a smile, the blonde girl looked up to her sincere, pink headed friend and shook her head in decline. "Nah, Pinkie Pie. Ah think Ah'll just go it alone for a lil' while," she then took a sigh. "Ah figure a lil' dry spell never hurt no one."

There was a long pause before pause before Pinkie Pie opened her mouth again. "Hey, AJ? What's a 'dry spell'?"

The poor girl nearly choked on her friend's hot cocoa as her totally naive and tactless friend asked her that, her freckled face now showing as an off shade of red. "Well, Ah... uh... Ah mean..."

That's when her friend in the sweater vest, Twilight Sparkle, opened her mouth, not entirely surprised that she had to give that speech, but still not at all happy about the smorgasbord of awkward that was about to be unleashed. "You see, Pinkie, when two people who love-"

"Greetings, my friends!" The cheery voice of the princess of the night rang with the entrance bell, adorned in an almost silver satin shirt and silk pants woven to be like denim blue jeans. "How do you all fair?"

"Oh thank ya, Sweat Celestia," Applejack muttered to herself, wiping the sweat from her tanned brow and releasing a breath that she hadn't even realized she'd been holding. They all knew that Pinkie Pie was a little slow in regards to her mental maturity, but even if they should have seen her lack of knowledge in... that particular field, they didn't.

Still, none of them were about to look a gift horse in the mouth, and especially not a gift horse in the shape of their friend, the princess. "We're doin' mighty fine here, yer Highness," she lied, still feeling no less awkward from a few seconds ago. "Feelin' a whole heckuva lot better now that yer here, though," she tipped her hat to the noble woman, shooting her a friendly smirk.

"Oh?" The blue haired royal's eyebrow raised in intrigue. "Then, pray tell, would you mind telling me what you were doing?"

The southern belle considered for a moment. "Dodgin' bullets?" Applejack stated simply, her heart's racing now slowing to a much more manageable rate.

"Well, at any rate," she gracefully smiled back to her friends, choosing to take a seat that had more than likely been intended for Rarity who probably got side tracked whilst completing her current project. "It is nice to know that I am the life of the celebration where so ever I go," she joked as she took a seat amongst her more

"Well," a girl of average height in a brown flight jacket and rainbow skull cap began. "It's nice to know you're not lacking for modesty, like me, Princess," she her chair over, dusting off her knuckles and then looking at them like she'd actually done something worth doing that day.

"Eeyup," AJ began, rolling her eyes at her best friend, tempted to up and tip the chair over, literally having no idea why she hadn't done it to her yet. "Ya'll sure know how 'ta keep yer composure'n modest, there, Rainbow," she looked over to her right at the her friend, the ego maniac. "Be a shame if someone went and showed ya a bit'a humility, right now."

The jacketed girl opened her mouth as if to protest, but upon seeing her cowgirl friend's sly smile, Rainbow Dash new she'd be playing right into Applejack's hands if she did so, which would mean that she would lose... and Rainbow Dash absolutely detested losing.

Finally, after maybe five minutes of them all awaiting in the competitive silence brought about by the avatars of loyalty and honesty, loyalty opened her mouth. "Yeah, that door isn't going to open," Rainbow Dash finally admitted as she turned her head back from the general direction of the bakeries front door.

"It's just as well," Luna began. "It has been weeks since I've seen you all, my friends. It is nice to get away from the castle and spend time with you all."

"Hmph," Pinkie Pie huffed at her so-called friend, the princess. "If you were really my friend, you would have let me plan Princess Celestia's birthday party, instead of that super grump, Raven."

They all rolled their eyes at their normally more hyper friend. "Yes, well I simply wanted you to be able to not have to worry about making sure everything was perfect, Pinkie Pie."

"Heh heh," the blonde woman began, throwing her arm around the princess now and going with a somewhat condescending tone of voice. "Princess, if'n ya'll think you can worry Pinkie Pie with plannin' the perfect birthday party, then you two obviously have not spent enough time together."

"Evidently," the princess answered back. "For what it is worth, Pinkie Pie, I offer you my deepest and most sincere apolo-" before she could even finish her apology, she received a face full of her pink hair. Pinkie Pie has surprising upper body strength for a baker, the princess thought to herself.

"Oh yeah, she ain't big on grudges neither," the cowgirl smiled, drinking some of her warm beverage.

"I can see that," she mumbled through the girls very curly and very thick head of hair. "Pinkie Pie... I cannot breathe."

She let her royal friend go in an instant and laughed. "Sorry, Princess! Don't worry! If the party starts to not be so good, then you can count on your Aunt Pinkie to make sure everything goes great!"

The princess then paused, confused. "Pinkie Pie, I am over a millennium older than you!" She struggled to say as the breath began to leave her lungs.

"So, Luna," Rainbow Dash broke the few second long silence. "Twi here says you met someone new in the last few days. You wanna talk about it?"

Luna then looked to her new fellow princess, her wings held closely to her back and drinking her cocoa nonchalantly, actively avoiding eye contact with the princess of the night at all costs, knowing full well that if she acknowledged her existence at this moment, she would end up feeling the scorn of a sorceress that was very many years her superior in the mystic arts. "Yes, Princess Twilight Sparkle certainly says a lot of things, doesn't she?"

"Now don't be breathin' down Twi's back here, yer Majesty," Applejack defended her friend. "Ah mean, shoot, Rarity did kind'a torture the infermation out'a her."

I will then have to remember to have words with Lady Rarity about that later on, Luna affirmed to herself, finally accepting the game of twenty questions she'd have to play at the hands of her friends about the man she had . "Very well, as Rainbow Dash would say... shoot."

"Well," Twilight began, her eagerness belaying any form of professionalism her princess coronation would have gifted her with. "In the letters, you told me that he was a great sage and knight from beyond the stars. What did you mean by that?"

The princess smiled warmly at the reminder. It was true that her time within the unconscious Revan's mind had given her time enough to enter his psyche and view his memories as if they were little more than one of those new 'movies' that had appeared in Equestria in the last few decades, and it was also true that she had made something of a habit of doing so, though more reflexively more than anything.

The man seemed to be plagued with nightmares about his past, Princess Luna admitted to herself. So much like I had been after I was cured of my own nightmarish affliction. "It's just as a said," she began to explain further. "He hails from a world entirely different from our own, and was once a knight of the prestigious Jedi."

"Oooh," Pinkie Pie moaned, her imagination now captivated by her princess's story of her new friend. "What kind of knight?"

"More importantly," Twilight interrupted. "What kind of magic? You said he was a sage in an order of knights, right?" she pushed further. "And if so, what kind of spells does he know?"

Then was the part where Luna began to feel uneasy. "I am... uncertain whether I should continue," she bit her lower lip. "I mean, he does trust me, at least I think he does. I do not think he'd be so keen on allowing me to 'spill his secrets', as it were."

The new princess bowed her head down slightly in disappointment, then back up, realizing that she would still likely be able to meet him later that day. "Well then where is he? He came with you here to pick up that suit from Rarity, didn't he?"

"Well, yes," she began to explain further. "But he said he wanted to 'get a feel' of this town first hand, as he put it, so I allowed him that luxury before the meeting of my closest friends, at least."

"And you trust him that much, Princess?" Rainbow Dash asked, raising an eyebrow. "I mean, you only met the guy a couple of nights ago, and he was out cold for most of it. How do you know he won't try to resurrect King Sombra from the grave or anything while you're not watching him?"

"I am a very good judge of character, Rainbow Dash," she smiled, not explaining anymore than that.

...

The light shined through the open door and a cool autumn wind quickly followed it, bringing with it the golden and brown and orange leaves of the season, sweeping past the brown boots and flowing robe of the man with the shoulder length brown hair. Although no one cared, Revan still smiled at the rather trivial use of his Force powers.

He could hear Bastilla talking down to him even now, telling how the Force is not a toy, and him ignoring her and then her tripping him. Then they'd both laugh it off and she'd help him up.

It's funny, Revan thought as he walked through the small store that evidently only sold sofa's and ancient styled quill pens. I spent three hundred years in stasis, awake for any minute of it, and not once did I use it to reflect on my past.

As he wondered through the shop of interesting combinations, Revan couldn't help but still feel bitter sweet about his whole situation. The biggest war the Galactic Republic had ever seen, or will likely ever see, was being fought right now on countless worlds, and it's greatest commander couldn't be further away from it all.

"But maybe every era needs it's own heroes," he mumbled to himself. Still, he couldn't shake the thought of not belonging here, in this place, with a princess fawning over him for some reason.

He sat down on a average brown love-seat, just large enough for two people and no cup-holders, reclining seats or anything else special and ran his head over his face, grateful for a few moments to himself from the princess. Though Revan was grateful for everything the princess had done for him, he still had a lot to figure out for himself.

Three hundred years and this was the first time to he genuinely had to himself to figure out who he was now and what he was doing. He looked down to his feet and folded his hands together as he smiled bitterly at all of the memories he had to sift through.

There was so much he missed back home and so little peace had been made with all of that. He'd left his wife behind, pregnant with his son, who became chancellor. He gave his everything and his life for the cause, fighting for the white against the black from within the grey.

My son, he thought to himself. Little Vaner. He smiled at how on the nose that name was. Bastilla never was that creative.

Revan then switched to laying down, the cool fabric at his back welcome as a relief from the heavy fabric that made up his robes gifted to him. He was still surprised that Luna had let him go about his own devices, if only for a little while. Although he was less surprised about Soarin' leaving at the first chance. I guess being one of the fastest in Equestria means that you think you can outrun your problems.

"Outrunning problems... heh," he chuckled bitterly again to himself. Well, I guess I'd know more about that than most, wouldn't I? Thought it wasn't like he had a choice, though. He was out stranded on a backwoods planet in the middle of nowhere, unable to repair his ship or anything. Really, he might have died if not for the kindness of the princess, Luna.

That name rung inside his head like an echo in the crystal caves back on Dantooine. She'd taken him in, no questions asked and gave him some of the first piece of mind he'd felt in over three hundred years. She was so different from Bastilla, though, yet so much the same. The inherent strength of character without the incidental coolness of his late and great loves naturally distant persona. She lacked the self righteousness, but still had all the kindness.

He could tell that his new friend amongst the royalty of Equestria was afraid of something, too. That much was plain as day, or night, as it were. But even in her fear, she'd been so kind and graceful. Princess Luna became the first friend he'd had in years. She was like Meetra Surik, who had once been exiled, and Bastilla Chan, his beloved, all at the same time. Luna was strong and kind, but fearful too. She was alien, but ultimately familiar to him at the same time, and it left him both scarred and attracted to her.

She'd been so much like Revan himself had been when traversing the galaxy in search of the Star Forge.

One more thing that he could tell was that she felt something kindred with someone so mysterious. She felt safe and cared for around him and, as Revan felt a smile creep onto his face, he realized he started to care about her to, and that's when he realized something else.

I should get her something nice, he announced to himself. Something to show her how I grateful I am for everything she'd done for me in the past few days.

And so he arose from the small sofa, less long than he was tall, and made his way to the brown haired man standing at the cash register. "Hello, Sir!" He asked, happy to see a potential customer. "Might I interest you in a fine sofa or several of the best quill pens the world over? Plucked from only the finest swans in all of Prance?"

Why is everything here a horse pun? Revan asked himself before realizing that he was getting sidetracked. "No thanks," he waved his hand, his voice clear as the cold air outside. "I was actually hoping to see if this town had a smith of some kind?"

"Ah," he replied back. "Well, there is the place run by Wrought Iron, right next to the bar at main and fifth street," he scratched his chin. "Why? You don't look like the kind that needs a weapon."

Revan just laughed. "Heh. I don't need a weapon to defend myself," the sofa/quill guy suddenly looked uncomfortable. "Besides, it's not for me. It's for... someone else."

"Well, he also does silversmithing, so you should be fine," then he smiled. "Why? Hot date?"

"Nothing so extravagant, no," he said, not considering that he was, in fact, her date to her sister's first birthday celebration in over one thousand years. "I just want her to know that I appreciate her."

"Ah!" He gripped onto his white shirt and brown vest. "To be," he looked at Revan, trying to gauge him. "Late middle aged and to be in love!"

I'm not that old, dammit!

"Why," he began again, feeding his theatricality way to much. "I remember when I dear mother, at the age of forty eight, found love once more! She was hardly a spring chicken, mind you, but when she found the man she loved she..." he opened his eyes to see the bearded and scarred man had left. "And he's gone... great," he then took a long look around his limited inventory and frowned. "Why do I only sell two different things?"

The cool air of the fall hit Revan in the face like a swoop bike as he exited the unique store and entered once again the cold November afternoon. To be totally honest, it had been years since he actually felt the sensation of a natural environment that could create cold naturally, his years in a waking stasis not withstanding. There was the time he helped Canderous retrieve the helm of Mandalore, but he didn't count that.

He smiled, realizing that the only reason he didn't count that was because he wasn't being shot at by anything. He sighed, noting how weird his life was if he considered not being shot at by anything or anyone a novelty.

"Just a day in the life of a living legend, I guess," he smiled, stroking his ego as he walked across the dirt roads of the small town of Ponyville. He kept moving, though, keeping his eyes out for a the smithy right next to a bar at fifth and main.

"And there it is," he announced under his breath, finally seeing the tall pillar of smoke and a brick building. That was when he read the sign of the building. "Wrought Iron's Wrought Iron: The Best Wrought Iron this side of Saltlick City," he let out a chuckle at how ridiculous the naming schemes on this world worked. But he set aside those thoughts of ridicule as he walked through the heavy oaken door, not anywhere near needing replacing but still showing scars of the ages all across it's front, it's doorknob much newer than the wooden entrance, obviously.

His hand going over the doorknob, he opened the door to see a rather bright room, lit by red fire light and heard the clanging of hammer on steel being pounded by a much more petite form than Revan would have expected in this occupation.

"Chalk one up for a primitive equal rights movements," he said under his breath as he took a look at all the metallic works of art.

He could honestly say that he was taken aback by the quality of the work, from rapiers to the great, two-handed zweihanders and claymores. Looking at the jewelry of silver and gold, he could tell just by looking at them that there was an inherent love and quality placed within each and every golden amulet and silver chain.

Revan reached for one to get a better look at the symbol emblazoned on a platinum amulet that looked particularly nice. "Don't touch that," a patient voice rung out from the far side of the room as the hammer continued to fall upon the tempered steel.

"I'm sorry?" Revan apologized, not really sure why he couldn't touch the merchandise.

She lifted up the visor shielding her face, revealing raven black hair as she dipped the sword she was working on in the water, a hiss not unlike a lightsaber leaving the cool liquid. The woman who was undoubtedly Wrought Iron walked towards Revan, taking off her heavy gloves and wearing nothing by a small but heavy tank top underneath her apron. "Just because I make some of the most durable metal work in Equestria doesn't mean I like finger prints on it," she then looked him over, her green eyes tracing his body and showing a small look of disdain. "Especially not from some pampered Canterlot knight that thinks he can run rough shot over my store."

Revan lifted an eyebrow, choosing to let that remark go. "Excuse me?" He asked, moving his hand from the piece of fine jewelry.

"But maybe I'm wrong," she admitted, her head low enough to meet even Revan's shoulders. "Maybe you're just a guy that likes dress in his PJ's. So tell me..." she placed her apron and her gloves on a nearby table. "Why are you here, Twinkle Toes?"

He just glared at her, keeping his eyes on hers, knowing how difficult it must have been for most men hear not to ogle her. Then again, she did seem the type to throw a knife at any eying of her assets without permission. "My name is Revan. I came here to get a gift for a friend of mine."

She rolled her eyes, looking through some of her merchandise for the right gift. "Well, what is it? Guy or chick?" She began to sort through some varying things of gift quality.

"A girl, actually," he kept his tone calm. "She did me a favor and I wanted to make it up to her."

"Well then," she went back to the jewelry. "I have some nice rings and necklaces that she'd like just-"

"I was really hoping for something a bit more..." he turned his gaze to a very nicely done claymore. "Practical."

Wrought Iron's face softened a little bit just then. "So you have a girl in the army?" She went over to her best weapons. "Well, that's worth something nice, I figure. I remember back when I was a kid. My mom was in the guard back during the dragon incident. Dad sent her a set of his best armor and weapons to make sure made it back alright to raise her kid," she let out a chuckle. "But you probably didn't show up here to listen to a black smith wax on nostalgically," she sighed. "So what kind of sword?" She asked, beginning to list off a few different kinds of blades as she walked through her collection. "I'll make just about anything. Claymores, rapiers, you name it."

Revan began to think about the first time he really met the princess in a sparring match that was a mere dance to her, wielding a... "Do you make zweihanders, by any chance?"

She smiled. "So she's big and strong," she looked Revan over again. "Must be hard on you the nights you go for candle light dinners," she laughed, elbowing him in the stomach and evidently not hearing the part about her just 'doing Revan a favor'. "You might be tougher than I thought, Twinkle Toes," she then took a piece of paper out from her tank top and unfolded it at least eight times as she set it out on the table. "So I can give you something standard and she should be fine with it, but I can also go deluxe..." she flipped through a few pages. "Which would probably make her happy enough to fall on your sword," Wrought Iron smiled at her dirty joke. "You can also go custom, but how far you can go depends on how much you can pay. So," she then stood up straight and looked up to Revan. "How much can you pay?"

Revan smirked at her eagerness to craft him a sword for Luna. Luckily, he'd anticipated this. He reached for his lightsaber and began to take it apart with the Force, levitating all the pieces and components in front of the young smith, obviously not impressed by a little telekinesis in a world where such was so common. From the center, he chose a gem that he'd had with him since his journey to Tatooine: the krayte dragon pearl.

"How much will this cover?" He reassembled his saber and handed the pearl over to the smith.

She grabbed it, very skeptical about the worth of that pearl. Quickly, she took a looking glass out of her back pocket and began to inspect it. "It's larger than most pearls I've ever seen..." she began her synopsis. "But damn near flawless. And there's something about it..." she smiled. "It's got a warmth to it. Not like sunshine, but more like..." she stopped herself from zoning out. "Alright, Twinkle Toes," she put the pearl in her pocket. "With a payment like that, I can give you anything you want on your girls sword. Special nickle alloy. Gold and silver engraving. Maybe even a sapphire at the center," she went back to the table where her apron and gloves were, though she didn't stop talking. "Although it might help to know what she's into. For personalization."

Revan figured that it couldn't help to tell her that much. "She's a high ranking noble with an affliction for the moon," he answered.

Wrought Iron hesitated, but only for a second, her smile growing even further across her tanned face, showing an eagerness that she hadn't displayed in a very long time. "Well then," she began, her joy very clearly infecting her voice. "Come back in a day or two and I'll have a sword unlike any other for your girl."

"I'll be waiting," Revan said as he left through the door to the outside, Wrought Iron now scattering to gather all of the necessary supplies for the blade that will no doubt become her magnum opus.

"By the way," he heard her strong voice sound off once more before Revan left her shop. "They say that a meteor went down a few days ago up north in the Everfree," his ears perked up, at least as much as they could for a human. "You bring me back some of the metal from the crash site, I'll see that you get a discount if you ever get to be a repeat customer."

"A meteor in the Everfree," he repeated, very much intrigued. The once Jedi knew exactly what it was, of course: the remnants of his ship, the Ebon Hawk. He knew there was no chance of ever getting fixed on this world, but still, the idea of going back to one of the only stable homes he'd ever had... How could he say no to that? "What if the metal's to tough for you to hammer?"

He didn't even have to see her face to know she was smiling. "Twinkle Toes, there is not a metal on the periodic table of elements that I can't work with. You got me?"

Revan smiled back at her, barely able to hide his intrigue at what she had just said. "I'll see what I can do," he answered back as he opened the door back to the cold outside.

The sun then hit him square in the face, forcing him to shield his eyes from it's glaring ferocity. There was a distinct contrast between the fiery heat of the forge and the brutal cold of the November here, but that wasn't what occupied his mind.

"My ship," he whispered to himself. He could see the small bakery that Luna had told him to meet her at from there, but this, he thought, took precedent. "Sorry, Luna. Meeting your friends will have to wait."

Author's Notes:

I am sorry this one took so long!

College stuff and what not, you know?

So... Revan got some decent development this chapter. We got a good look in what's going on in his mind and next chapter?

Next chapter is when he finally confronts his past and what Luna ultimately means to him with the Ebon Hawk and the Everfree!

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