With the shuttle he had taken from the Hanger Bay back at the Trayus Academy, Revan had taken into the Unknown Regions. Dangerous? Yes. Possibly the most stupid thing he had ever done in his life? Definitely. But it was something he had to do. His life was anything but stable and so this was where he was meant to be.
After the Star Forge, his life seemed to be complete. A complete revolution: downfall, retribution, rebirth and redemption. But that had only lasted for only a couple of months. During his travels in the Mandalorian Wars, Revan had learnt of a power on the fringes of known space. A power that even he could not have foreseen. This intrigued him and he went in search for it, gathering clues along the way until he realized at just what he was dealing with.
But not the type of Sith that have been seen and fought by the Jedi these past ages. No, these were of a different sort. These Sith respected wisdom, power, and resourcefulness. These were the True Sith, powerful beings that had left the planet Korriban long before the rogue Jedi fled there from the council and took over their planet.
These Sith had learnt of something that had once been encased in the Unknown Regions and went in search of it. And by the looks of the clues that Revan had found, they have succeeded. But what Revan could not piece together yet was why they had not taken up arms against the Republic. If they were so powerful, they could have made their strike now when the Republic was still recovering and with the Jedi scattered; an easy win.
But now Revan had finally understood. They wanted a real battle.
These Sith reminded Revan a lot of the Mandalorians: respecting the strength of others, and only fighting against the strongest of opponents. But was that their goal? Revan would have to meet them to find out, but all he knew was that they were a threat and they were going to strike soon. Their patience was wearing thin.
He pulled his ship out of hyperspace and gazed around at the surrounding space. Stars winked at him in the distance and took note of the silence that encased him.
He sighed. If this was a journey of some other reason, he might’ve liked it. Revan lifted himself up and out of the pilots seat and walked through a long corridor that branched off into several different rooms.
The first entrance he passed was the Medical Chamber. It held its own Kolto tank and a single bunk. The next was the Communications room that held the security console and Navi-Computer. He continued to walk until he entered a large room that held a table in the center and several surrounding seats that were bolted into the floor. He walked over to the table and lifted up a small device that was lying there.
The datapad flashed as it was switched on and Revan started to flick through the pages of notes that he had wrote down over the past few years.
He did know now as to just how many times he had looked over these notes and he knew that there was no need; he could recite them all off the top of his head anyway. There just wasn’t anything else to do.
He looked at what he had written down when he had first landed on Korriban: his first destination after leaving Malachor. Revan could still remember scouring the ruins of the Dark Lords and the academy. And he remembered his confusion as he strode among those walls.
There were fresh carbon scoring lines streaking themselves along the walls and remains of dead Hssiss demons. A battle of sorts had taken place just before Revan had ventured to that planet. He did know now if it was the doing of the Sith or not, but he was concerned when he had found the remains of one of the Jedi Masters he had met previously during his lessons. Master Vash.
She had died a gruesome death, but Revan had no time to mourn. Regretting his decision as soon as he made it, Revan left the dead Master and took to exploring more of the ruins. He found nothing, of course. And nor did he think he would. All traces of the old Sith were destroyed
“I could really go for a Juma right about now,” Revan said, sighing. He walked back to the cockpit and looked at the Galaxy Map that had been stored there. Flicking through each of the star charts until he came across one that looked familiar, even though he could not place exactly as to where he had seen it before.
Shrugging he took note of the coordinates and entered them into the Navicomputer and sat back down in the pilots chair and entered Hyperspace.
* * *
Stars the size of grains of sand: grains of sand the size of stars.
Nothing like that mattered when you were trapped in a bubble of hopeless agony.
But was the agony he was feeling a sense of longing for something, or was it due to an injury?
He had no injury; he had nothing to long for.
He was alone.
But in his mind, he was never alone.
So what was he really?
Did he even exist?
Were the hands, feet and hair that he would look at and touch really there, or was it a hologram, or even just a hollow figment of his imagination?
Perhaps they were all of these things.
All he knew was that somewhere, somehow, sometime he would escape; then he would show them all what it was like to feel what he had felt for the past years, centuries, millennia he had spent here. They would know what had happened to him.
They all would pay … especially, her!
. . .
“What do you think you are doing?” hissed the Woman as she watched her apprentice make the same mistake over and over again. “Do you WANT to be punished? Is that it?”
“I am sorry,” replied the small, weak boy. “But it is just too hard!”
A whip slashed across his back and he fell to his knees. He stifled a cry, but one silent tear started to form in his eye.
He wiped it away as he stood back to his face.
“You are not trying!” yelled the Woman as she lashed the whip once more.
“I am trying!” snarled the boy as he stood to his feet, his face contorted with rage.
She smiled, baring her yellowing teeth. “Yes!” she said. “Now we see it. Use this anger boy! Use it and your power will be unmatched!”
The Ebon Hawk
softly touched down on the grass of Dantooine. The boarding ramp was lowered and several figures strode out and stood upon the green sea.
Their mood was heavy and weary. It had been some time since the last time any of them had had any peace to themselves. They had already agreed to meet again in the Jedi Enclave later on that night so without saying anything to each other, they went their different ways to do their own things.
Talina looked around her and took notice of a small path that led down to a small gully. She followed it and came to the shore of a small lake. After taking off her cloak, she sat down; crossed her legs and closed her eyes. The wind that soared over the water crashed against her face and she smiled. It was a soft smile, but one nonetheless. As The Exile sat there and contemplated what she would say to her companions that night, a small bird flew across the water and landed on a small rock that sat near the new human.
It looked at her with a questioning gaze and after whistling a slow tune; it took flight and soared over her head and over the grounds of its home. There was a large mechanical beast sitting there now, intimidating the bird. It took a sharp turn to the right and took towards a small circle of trees. There sat two people on top of a large log. The bird swooped down to the ground and cautiously approached the two, and when it got close enough, their voices would pierce its eardrums, allowing it to hear the syllables as they floated through the air …
“I don’t know,” said the male. His hair was dark and his eyes brown. “I fear that she may give us no choice, and that is one thing that I will not allow.”
“Atton,” replied the female. Her hair was a flaming red and green pupils pierced the mans gaze. “Her decision is not yours. Sure, it may seem to be irrational and stupid, but it is her decision and in her heart it is the right thing to do. You must see it from her perspective.”
“I have fought for her,” said Atton. “I have killed for her, Mira! I have done things that I had never thought I would be able to do ever in my life time.”
“And so have we all,” answered Mira. “I hate the idea that she is willing to go off into a battle that she has no knowledge of. There are things out there that nobody in this known galaxy has ever seen before.”
“I will not let her go to her death,” replied Atton. “Not without me,”
“I know you love her you idiot, but you will not be able to risk your life to prove that this time: she won’t let you,” said Mira.
The male named Atton continued to debate his feelings and decisions with the woman named Mira, and sensing that he would not be giving up any time soon, the bird took off into the sky once more. Only stopping when he saw another new figure walking along the banks of a small stream. This one was hooded however, and even from so far away, the bird could tell that this one was different from the others. There was a hurt in her walk that the bird could not comprehend.
It flew down and landed on the grass and watched her walk.
“As my feet walk from the ashes of Katarr, I shall not know fear. For in fear, lies death,”
Sensing her sorrow, the bird let out a tune of high and low melody. It’s notes bouncing across the water and the leaves from the falling branches; the woman looked up, and that was when the bird saw that the hood completely covered her eyes.
This one was blind.
The bird heard an answering call and took off over the water and off back into the trees: leaving the Humans to do their own will. Not knowing what was going to happen that night.