The inside of the ship was cold, and dark. Kebiin sat against the steel halls of the ship for several minutes crying to himself.
"It's over" he thought. "I'm all that's left of my clan, my family, and quite possibly the Jedi."
He had no idea where he was going to end up, but wherever it was, he would be alone. After several more minutes of crying, he decided to rummage through the pack his mother had given him before he boarded. Inside, he found several packs of food and water, along with a holodisc, a strange gold and blue cube, and… his father's white and bronze Mandalorian helmet. Upon seeing the helmet, Kebiin nearly broke down again. he clutched it close to his chest, and remembered the moments he had spent with his clan-his family. Sparring with his friends, hunting game with the adults, visiting whatever makeshift shooting range they would have made for themselves... As a Mandalorian, he wanted to live life to the fullest. To become a great warrior, bring honor to his family, and revel in victory. But now, he was just an afraid and lost little boy. He tried to put on the helmet. It didn't fit. He was simply too small.
He inspected the holodisc, and activated it. The image of his mother appeared and began to speak.
"Kebiin… if you are getting this message, then I was unable to escape with you. I'm sorry, Kebiin. I'm so, so sorry. I just wanted to let you know that you are loved. By me, your father, and all of Clan Ceibur. You are special. You carry the heritage of both the Jedi and Mandalorians within you. You're strong, and we all knew it. So I am sending you to the only world the old Jedi archives spoke of that is beyond our galaxy. It is an ancient remnant left by the old precursors of the early Jedi and Sith. I know you will live on, wherever you may find yourself."
Kebiin wiped away another tear. While he still felt depressed, he trusted his mother's judgment. If she thought he could survive, then that's what he would do. He continued to listen to the message.
"You have a special gift, and I had been reluctant to acknowledge it, fearing of what might happen to you if The Empire used your power the way they used mine. I had planned to train you, but due to current circumstances, I will not be able to. So I have entrusted your training to the man whose teachings led me away from the Dark SIde. The holocron I have left for you is the very same one I learned from. The holocron of the Jedi Knight Revan. He will guide you now that I cannot. Good luck my son. I love you, and may the Force be with you."
The recording ended. Kebiin's sorrow was still there, but he felt like he had some amount of closure. It would be a long time before he recovered from the losses he had been through, but he had some things to remember his old life by. A lightsaber, a helmet, and a message. His mother had even left him a teacher. He had heard stories of the Jedi Revan, the only person capable to defeating the Mandalorians. He admired and respected Revan for his strength and resolve, but never imagined that his mother had directly studied under him. And now he was going to as well. He couldn't feel more honored.
He took out the cube, which he now knew to be the holocron, and concentrated. He tried to reach out with the Force to get the holocron to react in some way. The holocron levitated, and its' corners begun to rotate and float away from the main body. The holographic image of a robed figure wearing a mask and hood appeared from the holocron.
"This is the holocron of Revan. General of the Mandalorian Wars, Dark Lord of the Sith, and Redeemed Jedi Knight. What is it you wish to learn?".
Kebiin stumbled back. He had made contact with a legend. Though it was just an AI, the image of Revan had a certain awe to it. It radiated power, and Kebiin could feel it. He knew Revan was speaking in Galactic Basic, and he wasn't yet fluent in that language yet. He primarily knew Mando'a.
"Umm… vaabir gar jorhaa'ir mando'a?" Kebiin asked.
The image of Revan nodded.
"Elek, Ni suvarir mando'a".
Kebiin let out a relieved sigh. He didn't know Revan was bilingual.
"My mother said you could teach me how to use the Force. To become a Jedi. Can you?" Kebiin asked in Mandalorian.
Revan responded in the same language.
"Yes, your mother did tell me to train you if she couldn't make it. I'm sorry to hear that she is gone. She was a fine person."
Kebiin lowered his head.
"Thanks… I just… miss her."
"I know you do, but she intrusted me to look after you. And that is what I will do. Are you prepared to learn the ways of the Force?"
Kebiin stood up and took a deep breath.
"Yes. I am."
Crossing galaxies would take several weeks, or even months while in hyperspace. And he intended to spend every moment on this ship learning as much as he could.