Hey readers, this'll probably be the last chapter in this version of the story, but more versions will be posted under Revan's Revelation soon!
Sparoe sat cross-legged on the floor of his cabin. He felt stupid, being away from the datapad for a few days had cleared his head, and knew what an idiot he had been. He had been thinking up his apology for the last few hours, and decided now was as good a time as any to beg for his release.
However one thing he could not shake from his mind, why had the datapad been so important? Why was the story of the enemy so affecting on him? He tried to brush those pesky thoughts away, and got up slowly.
For some strange reason the walk to the door felt shorter than usual, as if he was already there when he stood up. He shook that off as well, and reached to knock on the door.
As he did, the door flew away, revealing before him a volcanic and shifting landscape. The winds stung and bit, and he found himself tightening a cloak he did not remember wearing.
He was on some unknown planet, the climate of which seemed akin to the inhabitable areas of Korriban, but there were no settlements, no ancient sith ruins... if he was on Korriban, he was on some undiscovered portion of the planet.
"Come on." A man he recognized as Alek pushed past him, leading Sparoe farther away from the Ebon Hawk.
However when Sparoe turned around to return to the ship, he saw only Bastila... in far less familiar clothing than her Padawan attire, and atleast three years younger than she was usually. As always, Sparoe was entranced by her beauty... but for some reason... he felt different... he felt like he had known her for a thousand years.
"Master Dorak said the settlement is just beyond these hills. Let's keep moving." Bastila's voice was less stern, softer, gentler, but she still held the air of authority she always had.
Sparoe was falling in love all over again. This was the real Bastila, not the facade she put up in front of her companions. Sparoe waited until Alek had crossed over the hills, by then Bastila was standing right next to him.
"Bastila."
"We'll have to get a move on, the settlement usually gets attacked after sundown... they'll need our help."
"Bastila?"
"Revan, are you alright?" Sparoe caught on, this was only a vision... but he was not seeing the vision through Revan's eyes, he looked at his hand... he was in control... this was more than a vision... it was almost...
A memory.
Bastila looked over the hills at Alek, then back to Sparoe.
"Hey, I know you're frustrated... I am too... but no matter what the council says, I love you."
Bastila kissed him, and he felt the kiss. It was not the ghostly memory of a dead man, it was the memory of an alive one. Either the datapad had been imbued with force energy that turned Sparoe into Revan, or Sparoe was Revan all along... and as all of his memories flooded back to him, the truth was revealed.
He remembered Bastila fighting him, aboard his Sith Cruiser, he remembered not trying, crying behind his mask, he remembered dying... and he remembered Bastila bringing him home.
Then he remembered Sparoe, and awoke aboard the Ebon Hawk. His spirit ebbed and flowed with power, his abilities in the force had increased a thousand-fold. He remembered techniques only Revan had learned, and quickly picked the door's lock with his new found abilities.
He moved into the cockpit, where his companions stood surprised to see him.
"Bastila, I need to speak with you."
"How did you?"
"Now, please."
Bastila looked back at her friends, and fear showed on their faces. They didn't know what was wrong, but they all had a bad feeling about this.
She followed Sparoe back to his cabin.
Once there, they stood in silence for seveal minutes... and then a smile took hold of Sparoe's face.
"I remember everything... and I understand. I made a mistake Bastila, and I promise from now on, I'm with you forever."
Bastila stood confused... then realization hit her.
"R-Revan?"
Sparoe nodded and embraced her.
"I promise, I won't betray you again."
The End.
