Chapter one
Revan's POV
Revan. Here I was, the 'savior' or the galaxy. I hated the pictures, the fame, everything. They won't leave me alone. No one knows my true identity. They call me by the mocked name.
The man who isn't me. Pearson Tappé never existed. Never. I came to terms with it a long time ago. I chose the light path.
But the taint remained, mocking me. I am the true Lord of the Sith, but I am not Revan anymore. Just call me Pearson Tappé. I am conflicted, and I still think about my fate.
What if I had joined Bastila? She almost dragged me down with her.
And amongst these thoughts, I made my decision. It would cost so many lives, but I knew that my destiny did not reside with the cameras or fame...with the light path for that matter. I got up, looking in the footlocker. I pulled out my robes, with waves of dark power radiating out of them.
Looking around, I dressed into them and put the hood over my head. This time, everyone under me would know my face, so that if I lost my memory again (which was unlikely), everyone would know who I was, and wouldn't mock me if I tried to tell them.
But it made no difference as I snuck out of the Ebon Hawk, towards the shop. I walked in, and was greeted by an Ithorian.
[What would you like to buy?] He asked.
Taking out 6000 credits, I dropped them in his hand and he led me to a starship that was about the same size as the Ebon Hawk. I went inside.
It was roomy. It had crew quarters with ten beds, a dining room, and a bridge. It also had a bathroom, of course. I thanked the Ithorian, going to the bridge. He got off, and I started the engine.
Bastila's POV
I lay in bed, awake. I was still tormented by my fall. I hated it. I had to face the council on Coruscant, and they seemed distant. I don't think I should be in the order anymore. I must pay the consequences.
I heard a noise, and I looked around the room. Revan was up, huddled next to a footlocker. He took out his robes. I didn't say anything, but I knew he was running away.
The lighter part of me said to yell, to alert everyone, but the taint told me to let him do it. I followed my fear and let him walk towards the exit, after he got dressed.
No! Fear leads to anger, and anger leads to the darkside! I got up slowly, padding after him. He walked up a scared Ithorian, dropping credits in his hand. I snuck onto his ship, just as the ramp was closing.
Wow, roomy.
