In terror of what they've found, Revan and Malak flee from the depths of unexplored space. Revan has always been arrogant, ambitious, and unconcerned by the so-called "problems" of the Jedi, but in their flight she has her anagnorisis. On this scale, nothing matters but the survival of the Republic and the Jedi, though she knows none of them will believe her enough to prepare. It's too insane. Realizing it is their only chance at creating a force strong enough to fend off this new-found enemy, Revan decides to return to the Star Forge they found so many years ago to build an army. But the Star Forge is tainted and twisted by the dark side; Revan knows this. It will surely claim her if she uses it, forge HER into something terrible, but the chance must be taken – for the Jedi, for the Republic, for the survival of all. Revan can only hope she's strong enough to withstand it. And even if she cannot build an army big enough before it takes her – even if the dark side proves too strong and turns her – she can train the Jedi Order through war; build them up as the Mandalorian Wars had done for her – make them capable of fighting in the coming battle. Either way, it is her only desperate chance. She can't be the hero she was in the Mandalorian Wars – the path isn't that clean-cut. What she can do is throw herself at the only possible solution, regardless of the cost. Even to her own demise.
Years have passed since Revan began using the Star Forge and her mind has grown dark. Shadows cloud her goodwill and resentful anger fills her heart. First was the dissatisfaction. The Star Forge could never work fast enough to do its job (due to the lack of dark energy in its masters…) and Revan hated her role in all of this. HER sacrifice, HER losses. It was easy to have conviction at first, but as the years passed the goal became diluted. It mattered less and less as Revan's anger at the Jedi Council and their allies grew. She had never asked for this responsibility – to lose herself for this, to potentially die for this. If they would have listened to her. If they would have responded to the Mandalorian threat. She alone was the savior of the Republic, but see how they supported her in turn? There was nothing so much as a statue of her in galactic space for what she'd done for them – all she'd given. And the Council even insisted on condemning her prowess? As if she wasn't better than them all. Jealousy made them resent her. If they weren't such negligent, pompous windbags she would never have been in dark space in the first place. They should have been defending the galaxy, but she saw now their immense corruption. They cared little for their charge. They reclined in their grand halls and ate fine food, enjoying each other's proud fellowship while the wolves howled outside, threatening to tear apart their flocks. They didn't care. They never had, weakening the galaxy with their hypocrisy and selfish pacifism. They were a cancer that had to be removed before the galaxy could stand against the true threat. Even civilian soldiers were better than them. So Revan attacked. She brought down her full force against them to cleanse the galaxy of them. And she hated them.
