Arion had a series of recent Holonet reports spread out on one of the desks. "Looks like the Exile has been rather busy lately," he commented as he perused the material.
"Not much luck on Revan thus far," Aurora told him. "He apparently left known space for the Unknown Regions several years ago, and hasn't been seen or heard from since, as far as I can make out. That is, until he was apparently reported dead recently, under unknown circumstances."
Suddenly, Aurora looked up from the holojournal she was reading. Resentment, anger, rage....
Something was not right within the Jedi Temple.
The dark is generous, and it is patient, and it always wins---
but in the heart of its strength lies weakness: one lone candle is enough to hold it back.
Love is more than a candle.
Love can ignite the stars.