"I thought it was supposed to be two weeks?" a young Jedi muttered as Revan stormed into a meeting room and looked around for a moment. "Three days is enough. I heard that the Mandalorians are moving on Serreco?" Revan asked, getting straight to business. The young Jedi and general stared at his commander in silence before sighing. "Revan, listen... you need to get some sleep, you can't run the war by yourself" "What are the estimated losses on Serreco?" Revan asked wearily. The young Jedi he had spoken to before sighed and shook his head. "Forty percent of the garrison and twenty Jedi."