Lord Revan

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Knights of the Old Republic… this is detailing Revan's Jedi studies… and well… I'm not exactly a lightsider… but i don't expect you ever to have thought that i supported the Light Side...

Jedi training…

Revan watched as the Jedi Consular seemed to go on and on about the useless subject of history. He didn't care for it too much, to know just what had happened during that war with Exar Kun and all that tripe. He wanted to go out and do something against those Mandalorians, who seemed to be more interested in razing the Republic then making peace with them, and being unified through the Force.

It all was a load of bollocks, according to him. There was no universal peace, like he had been taught ever since he had been brought here by his Master, Kreiya, who seemed to have his best interests at heart as she looked for new ways to use the Force. He contemplated his life up until now, making some startling changes.

Ever since he had been training to become a Jedi, he had been feeling a sense of dread wash over him, accompanied with images of some things happening to innocents in a way that he didn't understand, with the visions increasing in length and clarity, he could feel himself beginning to lose his edge, the idea of the Force being the one sending him those visions, making him belief them, the murder and destruction he saw within them making him feel afraid, and as they said, Jedi should not fear, since fear led to the Dark Side.

" Revan! Pay attention!" he snapped to attention as the Master went over a new piece of historical content, the idea of that not really being appreciated by him, but nevertheless absorbed by his mind. The manner in which he seemed to be able to make him feel a connection to something in the Force, something that was making him learn in an increased speed. He could feel how the Force rippled softly and then looked at the rest of the students in his class, even though he wasn't a fully knighted Jedi yet…

he noticed that there was a young girl named Bastila Shan studying, her Force talents being strong enough to make him think about how she would be of use in this war against the Mandalorians. There would need to be some more action, not inaction by the Jedi. He could feel that the force did not agree with the deaths of the people all over the galaxy, making him feel outraged at the fact that the council wasn't helping, choosing to remain idle.

He noticed that his friend Malak, a young girl with fiery red hair, who was his closest confidant, and knew all of his secrets, them having been together ever since they were trained to become Padawan, grasping the Force with both hands at first contact with it. The feeling that he got when he looked at her was like there were a thousand bugs crawling under his skin, a pleasant sensation settling over him. He could go and ask her to come with him on his crusade against the mandalorians, but he didn't know whether she would accept it. He was a fauirly popular Jedi, being charming and kind to most people that were in his way. He could sense that they were troubled even without usinmg the force, and with great compassion he helped them, the feeling of satisfaction fading pretty fast after he had seen them leave, not even a thank you being sent at him.

" Revan! Report to master Vrook for punishment for not listening!" he looked at the Master teaching history, giving her a slightly disapproving look, but covering it up soon and said; " Alright, I'll go to Master Vrook then…" and with a calm stride he walked out, intending to go and see the man and talk to him. There would be little to do against it, since he would be able to study some more under Master Vrook.

" Master Vrook, I was told to report to you for not listening in history lessons by Master Shar." The man looked up from his report and stared at the piercing green eyes looking straight at him, feeling the Force whirl around the apprentice Jedi and sighed deeply; "Let me guess, you deliberately made sure that she caught you doing nothing but thinking about the war, right?" the answer could be read in Revan's stance, the eyes that seemed to shift to the man for a moment, then back to the man's desk, which seemed to be flawless. Revan shook his head as he could feel the Force around him whirl slightly, his touch to it making it become out of his reach. " Can't you train me, master?"

The man sighed and said; " I'm not one of the best here is, but I can assure you that I can teach you something…" they left the room after Vrook had closed the report, then stored it somewhere within the archives. There was a new lesson for Revan to be taught, humility, and that they were to wait for the end result and follow the Force.

She looked at Revan as he walked out of the room, turning her attention to the master, sighing deeply as she made some mental notes that there would be some work to be don eon Light saber forms soon, since that class would be starting soon. She had been keeping an eye on Revan and suspected that there would be more going on within his mind then she expected, the idea of the war being a frightening one, but a necessity for them to exist. There would need to be an order from the Council to go to war with those Mandalorian brutes, and she didn't know why, but she could feel her body and the Force around her beginning to fill with the call for war, a lust to see the hated enemies of the Republic die by a Lightsaber…

Revan was ducking under the vermillion blade of Master Vrook, the man using the force to propel him onwards, to strike attack after attack upon him , with Revan being the one that deflected the blows. He was a masterful lightsaber duelist, being better then Malak, who was considered to be one of the best students, but Revan beat her all the time, leading up to a playful rivalry, which Malak seemed to enjoy more then he did.

He parried with his own azure blade, making a swipe at the man's head, being a bit playful during the fight, causing Master Vrook to stagger a bit as he put most of his weight behind the blade and then delivered a kick to the man's midsection, sending him staggering, then immediately moving on for the kill… the blade was to Master Vrook's throat within a second, humming with the deadly hum as Revan looked at his master and said; "Good fight., Master Vrook…"

The Master smiled at his young pupil and said: "You'll make a fine Jedi Knight Revan. Just don't be too hasty like Bastila and you'll do fine." Revan nodded at that, the idea having flashed through his mind several times, the idea not unappealing to him. He smiled slightly as he could feel a surge of pride wash over him at the feeling tha the might be getting his knighthood soon enough, but then suppressed it, since Jedi weren't supposed to feel any emotions.

Malak looked at him, seeing how he stood there opposite of Master Vrook, with the man looking at him with some small hint of admiration in his eyes, the idea of Revan becoming a Jedi being quite saddening, since she wanted to stay with him. She had grown attached to him. Something that was forbidden by the Jedi code, since attachments could lead to the Dark Side. She smiled at him and said: "Revan! I want to duel you now!" she unsheathed the cylinder which held her own saber, constructed with the Force, making it earlier then most because she showed such promise. She smiled at Revan as he acknowledged her challenge and got into a ready stance, able to counter her every move with the simple shifting of a foot, to change his position.

She charged at him, knowing that he favoured a more defensive style at the moment, having received a small bruise on his foot from when he had been tripped by a jealous Padawan, who had received punishment for being jealous of someone more talented in the Force then he was. She could feel the Force around him, making her feel the connection that she too held with the Force and allowed it to guide her movements, making her feel the rush of a blade going past her face and clip some of her red locks, making them fall to the ground, but she wasn't worried. The idea that there would be any serious wounds was never occurring to her, since Revan always seemed to hold back a bit.

He looked at the redhead, looking deep in her eyes, which seemed to be as startling green as his were, making him feel a brief tinge of something that made him want to protect her, but at the same time he knew that he would need to attack, since she favoured a brutal attack to wear him down, and he would not be able to last for a long time should she continue to assault in this manner, which would be quite hazardous for his health. He used Force Push to push her on her butt, then disarmed her by making her lightsaber be struck by his own with enough force behind it to make a full-sized Hutt fall on its back, which was a hard feat, since they usually crawled like big slugs…

She could feel how the lightsaber was slammed out of her hands and she could feel how the humming blade seemed to have found a resting place near her shoulder. "Still a bit rash, Malak…" he commented, making her feel a bit put out by his easy disarming of her, but she knew that she had let her eagerness overcome her training, which would get her killed some day…

"Come on, I guess that we'll be having some time off now since we've proven that we're quite capable of handling our weapons… though if you had used the Force, you would have no trouble with disarming me, but I guess there is a reason why you are more useful with a weapon then without one…" she punched him in the shoulder, laughing at his small joke about her skills with the lightsaber, and then decided that they should better get something to eat. "Master Shar mentioned something about a ceremony later tonight, I guess we'd better eat something."

She could feel how his hand rested on her shoulder for a moment, as he pushed a lock of hair out of the way, looking at her with his green eyes, which seemed to be reminiscent of her own, though his seemed to carry the weight of an entire planet behind them. They lived in two separate dorms, the Jedi having forbidden any relationship, and thus they were located about 2 kilometres away from each other. The buildings seemed to be made to cater to the different sexes, with in the men's building there being given most of the martial arts, with in the female building most lessons on the Force being conducted, as well as being the place of residence for the Jedi Masters.

That night, Revan and Malak were called forth, looking at the Masters as they all looked at them, some of them with a disapproving look on their face, but with Master Kavar looking at them with almost pride shining on his face. "Young Padawan Malak and Revan, we are here to give you the honour of being Knighted. Do you accept this Knighting, and swear to uphold the Jedi Code?" Malak looked at the masters, knowing that she would best not refuse it, but if Revan had not been promoted with her, she would have refused it, since she wanted to be a Knight with Revan since she admired him… or more like, loved him… but love was forbidden, and was a ground to expel her and make her an exile, something that she would rather not have happening…

"I accept." Her voice seemed to be something that had always comforted him, ever since he had met her, during one of his calm strolls through the gardens, since that always seemed to cheer him up a bit during the time that he had off from Jedi training, and should have been honing his skill in the Force, but neglected to do so since he didn't see any need to do that… he had literally bumped into her when she had been on her way to her meditation class, and had assisted to help her get there. He had seen that she was carrying some stuff, and had assisted her in carrying it to the meditation room, where he had bade her farewell, but not after giving his name and then leaving, not hearing her answer, if she would have deigned him with one… he had been nine at that moment, and they had met a lot of times after that, sharing a class in martial weapons…

"Revan, do you accept our decision to make you a Jedi Knight?" Revan looked up to the Masters and said in a voice that was both solemn as well as slightly happy: "I accept your judgement…"

Malak and Revan, Knighted at age 16 rose, and took their positions in the ranks of the Jedi Knights…

That night…

Revan stood on a podium that had been erected by him for the specific reason of making a speech. "Brothers and Sisters of the Force! No longer will we need to stand and see how the Mandalorians plunder our homes, raze them to the ground and kill our family, though we know them not! We have been forced by the Council to remain silent when others have been asking for our help, and I have deemed it time to make ourselves known to the Mandalorian scum, and show them the Force in all its magnificent glory! To fight them is to prove our worth, and skill with the Force! No longer shall we hide, no longer shall they continue to slaughter innocents! Follow me to combat that threat, and soon the Force shall be at peace again! Daily, we hear the echoes and the pain of those that have been killed by them! No longer will we bear this, my brethren! Therefore, to war with them! FOR THE REPUBLIC! FOR THE FORCE!"

She looked at him as he had delivered his speech, watching the reaction of the crowd. Revan had charisma, enough of it to make them believe his point of view, and making cheers come from the crowd of Jedi knights, making them feel the anger at the Mandalorians that he was having, the images that he had conjured up of their beloved Republic falling to pieces thanks to the Council waiting too long making them act against them…

"Lead us to war Revan! Lead us to them!" she cried out, amking the chant be echoed by the rest of the Jedi knights, eager to be of use to them…

The Mandalorians would now face the Jedi of the Republic… led by Revan, who had been voted to be the 'leader' of the expedition to stem the invasion…

"And so, the end of the world starts… It does not go with a bang, but with a quiet whisper…" a woman stood there, looking at the young mna on the podium, who was receiving the honour of being the one to lead them into battle, to use them as he saw fit, thanks to him having the highest score in tactical command ever reached in the Enclave…

The Mandalorian War had started… and nothing was going to stop it…

Next chapter, some battles of Revan and Malak versus the Mandalorians, including the killing of Mandalore…

After that… I will not tell, but it deals with Malak and Revan…

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