The jedi council stared at Bastila, who was carrying an armored injured Revan. That alone froze them in their tracks. "Bastila…the plan actually worked?" Zhar questioned Bastila's actions.
"Of course, master. For a cost of course. My team…they didn't make it. I was the only survivor."
"Well…we must act quickly. The longer we wait, the more damage will be caused." They headed into a secluded room with various medical equipment. They began healing her and applied many medpacks. The change of Revan began.
"A personality…anyone?", Zhar asked the silent group.
Bastila voiced her opinion, "Perhaps, we shall let her decide that on her own. You know, let the personality grow itself. We might need to change her appearance slightly. Like shorter hair? And her identity of course, needs dramatic changes. This could take a while, master."
They all nodded in agreement. Bastila handled the hair and gave her a styled military cut. "Oh…might as well give her a soldier identity. She can be a new recruit. A um…private? At least, I think that's what the low rank is." The jedi council silently listened to her and nodded in agreement again.
After the haircut, the council surrounded Revan's still form, leaving Bastila out of the loop. A still calmness engulfed the tension and the force pushed itself inside of Revan. A gasp escaped her. The council's fabricated memories and identity replaced the dark moments of Revan's life. They tried the best to erase the dark and playful memories in her mind. This continued for hours.
A small sigh emanated from the council and they examined her, waiting for a life sign of some sorts. An eye blinked open suddenly, her vacant deep blue eyes staring off into space. Zhar nervously piped up, "Who are you?"
A confused look overcame her. The council all held their breath, scared inside. Did the operation even work? "Mhm…" And she fainted.