Prologue
The void of space was suddenly disrupted when a lone Star Saber starfighter zipped out of hyperdrive and entered the space surrounding the glowing planet of Courascant. The starfighter, nicknamed The Crystal, was a very old ship. The design of the ship had been abandoned for close to twenty years by now and there were other ships that were far more capable and more deadly than The Crystal.
But that didn't matter to the young Jedi in the cockpit of the starfighter. He only saw, not only the glow of the lights mere humans would see if they were heading towards Courascant, but also the ultraviolet rays coming off the planet. Being a native of the planet of Firrerre he had lived his whole life seeing ultraviolet light, but there was something about the spectrum of color coming from the planets surface that made the young jedi gawk in awe.
But despite the awe of the colors, the young jedi was dreading his journey to the metropolis of a planet.
His nerves were slightly released when he spotted the spires of the Jedi temple but there was still that dread in the back of his mind.
The young jedi had been taught to avoid crowds and avoid attention. Because both of those heightened the chance of revealing the source of power a man, jedi or non-jedi has.
As he landed he saw the Republic workers waiting for him and the dread heightened. As he hovered the outdated starfighter over the docking pad he closed his eyes and enveloped himself in the force.
"There is no emotion, there is peace…" he quietly recited the jedi code to himself as he landed the ship. "There is no passion, there is serenity…" he ended the code early because the last tenet was the part he needed to remember the most.
The cockpit opened and the jedi emerged from the starfighter to a ladder the Republic workers had brought out for an easy exit from the ship.
"Welcome Master Keldrone." One of the workers greeted friendly. Despite the friendly greeting the words stung the jedi. Keldrone forced a smile and pulled the hood of his brown robes over his long sandy blonde hair. He pulled the hood over his head enough that the golden tint of his skin was unnoticeable by someone who wasn't paying attention.
Suddenly the colors of Courascant didn't seem to be worth the self-consciousness Keldrone was feeling as he walked through the temple feeling isolated despite the temple being the closest thing to a home for him.
After a long turbolift ride up one of the spires, the lift stopped and opened to a large open room designated for the high council of jedi. At the far end of the room, a woman in jedi robes stood looking out onto the skyline of Courascant as the sun created a horizon that again was magnificent to the eyes of a Firrerreon.
After entering the room, Keldrone bowed and addressed the woman. "Jedi Bastila."
Keldrone could not see it but a smile inched its way onto Bastila's face when she heard his voice. She turned and bowed. "Greetings Master." The words she spoke did not sting Keldrone as the ones of the Republic workers had. He almost felt guilty he did not hear his name when Bastila addressed him. Here he was comfortable. This was why he came to Courascant.
"I have told you before Bastila. You may say my name. We Firrerreons do not mind being addressed by our closest friends." Keldrone said with a smile. He reached for his hood and pulled it over his head revealing his sandy blonde hair.
"Well my friend, I am glad you are here. I have been awaiting your arrival." Bastila said. She waved her hand almost effortlessly and as if a button had been pushed, two comfortable chairs appeared from the floor and waited for Bastila and Keldrone to sit on them.
"I saw your ship as you came in. I cannot believe you are still flying that outdated thing." Bastila commented as she took a seat. Keldrone maintained his genuine smile as he crossed the room and took a seat next to her.
"It was passed down from my uncle. It's a trophy of his from the Exar Kun War. How could I not keep up the legacy that ship holds with it? Not to mention the modifications I've done on it, getting a new ship would be like building a new lightsaber. Some things are best left outdated." Keldrone said looking Bastila in the eye. Of all the jedi he had ever encountered, Bastila was the one he felt he could trust.
She kept her smile as long as she could but finally it disappeared and Keldrone realized that the time for friendly talk was over. "You summoned me here for a reason. Didn't you Bastila?"
She nodded. She bit her lip, an indication Keldrone had noticed Bastila doing when she was nervous or anxious. "I hope you know that you are one of my most trusted friends and I wouldn't ask this favor of just anyone." She said. She noticed the golden tint of her friend slowly start to disappear and a hint of silver started to come across his face, a sign that her anxiousness had transferred to him. "You probably know me better than any jedi I've ever met and that is why I am trusting you to do this for me."
"Bastila," Keldrone interjected. He reached out his hand and lightly set it on Bastila's. He was nervous to do this motion. There was a chance it could be interpreted the wrong way. He felt the silver tint in his face begin to grow. But Bastila did not move. She even smiled after a moment. Suddenly Keldrone could feel the force surging through the two. There was a bond between the two jedi and they both knew it. a bond of friendship that was only strengthened through the power of the force. "Whatever you called me here to do. You know that I will not deny it to you."
"I have been having strange dreams of late. Dreams bringing me back to my time on Lehon when I was a captive to Darth Malak and I gave into the temptations of the dark side. At first I thought this was the force humbling me, reminding me where I was in order to keep me on the track I am now. But now I'm not quite sure…"
"Your thoughts dwell on Revan." Keldrone said when Bastila was silent in thought. He sensed the answer she was going to say and once he said it, the look in Bastila's eyes confirmed it.
"He was in my dreams when he left but they soon passed like other dreams. But I fear these dreams herald something that is to come. Something far more evil than Darth Malak."
"The Sith are still a threat Bastila. Their armies disseminate our fellow jedi as we speak. This is an evil we cannot deny."
"Yes but I fear it is something worse." Bastila responded quickly. "I fear the dark side is rising in a way we can't stop. And due to these dreams, I think Revan is the only one who can understand this evil!" Bastila cried suddenly. Keldrone felt the warmness of her hand disappear and her face became white. The fear was almost emerging from her and reaching out to Keldrone.
Seeing this fear, Keldrone took hold of Bastila's hand and held it tight. Their eyes met and Keldrone finally asked, "What would you like me to do Bastila?"
Bastila tried to smile but Keldrone could tell that she was holding back tears. "I know this task has been undertaken by others with no avail, but I must request that you begin a search for Revan. Only with his wisdom and power can we hope to unveil this evil and protect, not just the Republic, but the Jedi Order."
