Darth Revan: The Beginning of the end

Book One: The Path to the Darkside

Part One: The Mandalorian Wars

Chapter One

The Exile

"Do you know why we have called you here?"

"I responded to your message master. What is it?"

"You have deliberately disobeyed the council Drexle Lars; you are no longer welcomed here."

"What have I done wrong?" the second man responded "I have been fighting on Mandaloria in the distant mid rim! I haven't spoken to the authorities in months!"

"That's just it!" another voice said "You have gone to war without our approval. Only four Jedi Knights and a handful of elite republic soldiers, pilots, and minor Jedi crusaders were permitted to fight against those dreadful Mandalorians.

"I was one of the four!"

"Hmm," another master broke in. "Is your name Ratz? Or is it Kreia? I don't recall your name being Careen! Your name is definitely not Jacano the Revanchist!"

"Then I was the fifth Jedi." Drexle replied.

"There was NOT a fifth, only four. You are not a soldier, a pilot, or a mercenary either, were you?"

"I AM a Jedi knight, like you and the rest of the council. I am stronger than four of the five Knights you just listed. Besides, all but two of those men are all worthless padawans, accept Revanchist of course!"

"The council has already decided your fate," the head master replied.

"You can't do this to me master! Alek, Kreia, Revanchist, and all the crusaders have all fell to the dark side. Only Ratz and Careen have returned from the war with an exception of me. You are corrupt, all of you! You are closer to the dark side than I am. I hate its power while you embrace it! May the Jedi pity you!"

"How dare you!" a bad tempered council member explained. "You no longer hold the right to hold the position of Jedi Knight."

"Settle down Master Vrook!" The grandmaster replied again, "Since your fate has been concluded Drexle, you must wander the open space as an exile of the order. Give me your arm." Almost hesitantly, Drexle gave his left arm to him and he used a peculiar force maneuver upon it. Soon, his arm began swelling and a mark slowly began to appear. What pain Drexle was in. He hadn't done anything wrong, why was he being branded a traitor of the republic? All he had done was follow Jacano Roush Ablis to war. He had also been waiting the day a young boy named Mical would be his padawan learner. After what seemed like hours of excruciating pain, Drexle's brand was complete. He was now an exile, forced to wander space as a ranger and explorer, a scoundrel until his death or even possible murder. "And now, your lightsaber," the grandmaster stated.

"Wait master!" a voice chimed in.

"Yes master Atris; what is it?"

"Let him turn in his lightsaber to me. I will keep it safe. It will be used as a token of the order as a reminder to all who dare question our authority."

"So be it! Ignite your lightsaber Exile." When Drexle heard this he became livid. Never before he had been called anything but Drexle or master; the term "Exile" was an insult to anyone and Drexle was proud and arrogant, but he would soon learn on his coming journey the true meaning of the force and fulfill its bidding for him to do.

"Hand it over Drexle," Atris said in a soft tone. Drexle knew that she was to be trusted; they shared the same birthday only he was older by a few hours. They grew up together in the temple and were close friends in Jedi standards. They hadn't been lovers or even had close feelings for each other, but they had felt a slight fondness for each other in their relationship, no matter how slight it was. She was the closest one she had to a friend. They went through trials together and both had kind masters as padawans. Then it came the day they became masters themselves. The council saw more potential of a Jedi in Atris and sensed more of a rebellious future in Drexle. They were right. Then came the Day the Jedi Master Jacano Roush Ablis and his friend Alek were permitted to launch a crusade on Mandaloria, a former holy shrine planet of the force. Then came the day even more Jedi followed Jacano and it soon became out of hand. Jacano soon became known as the Revanchist.

Drexle knew he could trust Atris so he ignited his aqua dual-bladed saber and handed it to her. She closed it and shook her head which he knew was her way of saying goodbye to him. He thought in his head of a new name. A name that would be original and heroic that would be just as mysterious as him, Kenobi. Drexle Kenobi had a nice ring to it. But he knew he had a calling some day, but he didn't realize it involved his old friend, a Jedi named Revan......