Revan Durras looked at the town in the distance. "Ah, home sweet home." He started walking in the direction of the town, only known as Ketra. He looked around, trying to find his parents old house. He spotted the tiny shack sitting right outside the town. He entered using a key and inspected the inside of the house. He dropped his bag and walked inside his old room. "Wow. Still the same as it used to be." He smiled. He sat on his bed and closed his eyes. 'Man...' He opened them when he heard a noise. He looked out a window and saw a bush rustle in the distance. He jumped out the window and looked around. He heard something behind him. He slowly turned around and saw a cloaked figure standing there, with a sword in his hand. "Who are you?" Revan shouted. The man smiled and took off his hood. "Tarlock? What do you want? I told you, I quit." The man frowned. "I'm not here to ask you to rejoin, you idiot. Ever since you left, you were our prime target. And now I've found you!" He laughed hysterically. Revan frowned. "I warned you all not to mess with me." Revan reached for his swords. "If is a fight you want, us a fight you'll get!" Tarlock swung his sword at Revan. He dodged each slash with ease. He then took his turn. He continuously slashed at the man with both swords, hitting him almost every time. Tarlock stood there weakly.