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Mace sat in his room with the other Jedi. He was mediating. There wasn't enough room on the ship to do anything but think. He was thinking of the current situation and the dark stranger that mysteriously arrived. He also noted the increasingly, seriously awful problem of the Force. As a Jedi he is used to fighting with the Force as his alley, but now it seems that he was fighting a fight with an increasingly blinding eye.

They were soon to land on Naboo. When they landed, Mace knew what to do. There was a shatterpoint on Naboo. His unique skill with shatterpoints told him that this mission was important. The council was right in asking him to help Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan.

The ship landed. It was time for action. He stepped out and observed the landscape.

"Masters, we have a transmission from the council." Obi-Wan's voice interrupted his thoughts.

The holo communicator turned on. The wizened face of Yoda greeted them.

"Some information we have on our mysterious traveler."

Mace nodded. "Go on."

"Dangerous he is. Confront him you should not. Speak later we will."

Mace nodded again. He turned the communicator off.

"We should go."

The tro walked to the queen and her handmaidens. Obi-Wan was already with them, chatting to Padme.

"You do know…" Started Mace with a raised eyebrow at Qui-Gon.

Qui-Gon smiled. "Yes, it wasn't that hard to detect."

Mace smiled back. "Ah..this is much more refreshing than sitting on the council."

Qui-Gon's eyes crinkled in a hidden smile. "That, my old friend, is why I'm not on the council."

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Palpatine watched the recording of the bank. His computers noted the transactions and he wanted to see the person who could be a possible descendent of the feared Dark Lord Revan.

He leaned in closer. "Stop." The computer stopped. "Zoom in and magnify."

Old he may be, but a helpless with technology he was not.

The holo recording focused on the man's face. It was surprisingly young and youthful. It reminded Palaptine of his younger years, as Sith apprentice.

"Run the image and cross-reference with all known Jedi."

While the person was a Sith, he must've been a Jedi before. To Palpatine's knowledge he and Lord Maul were the only Sith around.

After ten minutes the machine beeped. Nope, there was no known Jedi that matched the picture.

After ten more tries and a few fried robots Palpatine calmed down.

He decided to consult the Force. After a few minutes of meaningless meditation he threw a couple of droids into the wall.

In a temper he strode forward to destroy the expensive computer. Fortunately for the computer he slipped. Unfortunately for the universe that fall gave him an idea.

"The other Sith Lords did say he was a time traveler," mused Palpatine from his position on the floor.

"Perhaps…I haven't looked that far in the past." Palpatine got up and stalked to the computer.

"Cross reverence with all known Jedi, dead and alive."

The computer beeped. It found something.

Palpatine pushed a button. The screen showed the picture of the Jedi and the one he got from the bank.

"Impossible," hissed Palpatine. He looked at the identical faces.

"But this had possibilities…" A devious smile appeared on his old face.

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Revan sat in the transport. It wasn't that hard to make a fake identity. As a young padawan, he and Malak would sneak out and go to the bars for a drink.

Revan kept to the corner, his dark hood hiding his face. It took a little manipulation to convince the ticket seller that he was never there. It was important to get off planet and somewhere not infested with Jedi.

He wanted to find HK. That homicidal droid is bound to be somewhere. While he had to help the Jedi prepare against the awaiting trails, Revan deemed that he needed some Revan time. The Force wanted him to go somewhere but he wasn't listening. The Force did not have a good track record with Revan.

From childhood to adulthood he paid more visits to the healer's wing than most padawans do. His master lamented that, a lot. It didn't help that he was distracted by his horrific visions of the slaughter that was to come.

Now that he thought of it, his visions weren't there anymore. It was a relief to be able to look at someone and not hear their thoughts or have possible visions of their death.

Revan also wished to investigate the reason why the Force was so…..cloudy. Usually it had a healthy pallet of dark and light with some grey shading. But now…..

Now the Force was mostly dark, the shadows suffocating the light. It disturbed Revan because he knew what this was.

It was a Sith tactic to hamper the Jedi. They would slowly poison the Force and blacken it, thus blinding the Jedi. From what Revan could feel, this was the work of more than hundreds of Sith, possibly thousands over the years.

As he mused about the situation he was in, a loud screech disturbed his thoughts. With an irate growl he strode forward. Since one of his lightsabers was dead he used the other. Some foolish hijackers decided to hijack the ship.

After a brief moment the hijackers were dead. As it turned out, the ship had yet to move. The hijackers had moronically decided to attack the ship when it was still grounded.

Unfortunately for Revan he was sighted. The grateful people rained praises on him. He smiled and bowed. To his dismay another Jedi had arrived. To his increasing utter dismay the other passengers pointed him out.

Thankfully the other Jedi didn't know he was not a Jedi.

"Good work."

Revan nodded and turned to walk away. The sooner he was on another transport the better.

"Oh wait." Revan's eye twitched and he resisted putting another hole in the Jedi.

"Yes?" He asked as nicely as he could.

"We have a meeting. The high council is requesting all Jedi planetside on to attend."

"I see. Thank you." Revan smiled at the Jedi, his teeth flashing. Understandably the Jedi cringed slightly.

"Come, we mustn't be late." Revan nodded again and followed the Jedi. He did not trust his voice yet, he might still growl at the Jedi.

They walked for five minutes before an alien child in Jedi robes ran up to them. The species was rodian.

"Master!" The boy said exuberantly but curbed his emotion when he saw Revan. The boy bowed to Revan and Revan bowed back. The boy then went to his customary position behind his master.

Revan pleasantly smiled. Inwardly he was cursing the child's arrival. While he had no qualms killing the Jedi he couldn't do that with a child around.

With a sigh, Revan trudged on. The massive temple loomed ahead. It seems the Force wanted Revan at the temple, no matter what. It wasn't the first time he felt like he wasn't in control of his life.

They arrived at the temple. Revan enclosed his mind with more shields. He needed to slip away, before the thrice blasted council found him.

"Let's go." The Jedi gestured for Revan to walk in front of him.

Crud. He was trapped, Jedi in front of him, Jedi in the back with even more Jedi surrounding him.

So he did the only thing possible, he played the obedient Jedi and went to the meeting.