Revan kept walking down the corridors of the Enclave. It was a big enclave. He should know beter, since it was him who had suggested the place as the new sanctuary for the Council. No non-Force sensitive could enter the temple, and it brought to his mind one of his more... intense memories. He knew the temple far too well, and even after it was renewed to allow more space and more life, he could easily find his way in this place, which was a labyrinth to many others. "The Force is too powerful here," he said. "But not enough to cover your presence." The woman looked at him. He could feel her, even here. Why did she not grow in power that much?

"You didn't have the right to please yourself out the meeting, you know. The Masters could punish you." Bastila said. Like they weren't going to, she thought. She knew that Revan was right. But she also felt that she needed to control your emotions and minimize them to stay on the light path. The Masters weren't the one who put those rules. They were not to blame for the rules.

"I didn't. But it would go too far if I waited for them to speak. So, I did what was best for their brains and my ears. See, Bas, disrespect may sometimes be a good thing. Not always, but sometimes." He knew that Bastila would find something to say against it, but he also knew that she thought he was right. Damn that bond! Doesn't leave a surprise in the love. But it also made them feel closer. Say, inseperatable. The fate had not intended to bring them together, but Bastila prepared their inevitable end. Period.

Flashes of the past. Memories of a Dark Lord. Death.

Revan saw himself, clad in full armor, wearing a mask on his face and a cloak on his back. How much secrecy you would need, being the Dark Lord? Did Exar Kun hide his face? No, it was unique to Revan. He alone wanted to be an enigma Why, it was something he couldn't understand after the mind wipe. He also held a red lightsaber in his end, longer than any he had seen. How could he alone be able to generate a beam that long? Maybe it was as the Masters had told him. Revan did, does and will hold enormous skill and power. It was the wielder that gave a portion of his power to the saber. So it was meant to be so.

He also saw Bastila, Shana and another Jedi accompanying them. He was sorry that he had to be killed. If he wasn't killed, he could still serve the Order A man's thoughts couldn't change like that. Not by a mere mind wipe. Back then he had no mercy for him. Shana, too. A skilled woman, she quickly rose to the rank of Jedi Knight. Just as he once did.

And Bastila. She was a mess from all she had been through, but the most beautiful mess Revan could ever see. She had a different lightsaber then. A single, yellow lightsaber. Surrounded by an aura of hatred and fear, far from her aura when she sees Revan now. Also two dead Sith were lying on the ground. One was an officer which he choked to death. The other was a Dark Jedi that Bastila killed herself. She fought not gracefully, but effective.

"Join me, Jedi. Your powers are too valuable to be wasted on the light path. Join me and serve the emperor of the galaxy, not an Order that is soon to be wiped from the face of the galaxy!"

"You are wrong, Revan. The Order will not fall, neither will the Republic. I shall rather die than serve the darkness!" Typical Bastila. Stubborn, fiery, beautiful. She hasn't changed a bit since then. Except that now she has tasted the darkness in her soul, she knows that she can serve the dark side. "You were wrong Bas," Revan thought.

"Then you shall die a pathetic and ignoble death!" Revan shouted.

"You cannot win, Revan!"

Revan started swinging his saber, just to show them what they will be facing. But his focus had missed something. Betrayal.

Suddenly he heard laser cannons shooting streams of red beams. At his ship! Malak wouldn't dare act that early. It seemed that Revan had underestimated his apprentice. He swore he would pay him back, at that moment.

It is said that a man reaches omniscience at death. Revan felt that was true. He had missed the true power in his ends. He had also undersood that destroying the Jedi Order would also mean the end of the Sith. But he wouldn't have time to think about it any longer.

Sudden flash of light. Total darkness.

Bastila, somewhat stunned by the blast, had crawled up to Revan's body. She removed the mask, slowly. What she saw was nothing one would expect from the Dark Lord. A man, aged about 25, with Brown hair and a very pretty face. Well, only if he didn't have blood veins all over his face. She felt life in Revan. Small, but large enough to give Bastila hope. She called upon the force to restore life to the man. At that moment, which felt like hours, Bastila drew all the power that universe could spare her. "Breathe, Revan. Just breathe." Bastila said. All the pressure on her nearly ended her life as well. But to hear a cough made all that worth it. "Welcome back, Revan," Bas thought.

"You know what they are prepared for? Banishment! Banishment from the Order! Why? Only because I saved their asses and preserved the Republic! Only because how I have done it! There is emotion, and that is what seperates us from lifeless puppets!" Revan felt rage burning in him. So did Bastila. He felt the darkness trying to enter in his mind, again enslaving him. He vanished it quickly, and regained his calmness. "No one is perfect, Bas, and it's even more impossible to become the perfect Jedi. Do you think the Masters are perfect Jedis? Do you think anyone will be?"

Bastila looked at him. He stood there, just like he laid on the ground at his flagship a year and a half into the past. With brown hair and dark eyes, a well-built body, he was the best men she ever met. But sometimes, he could get just way too stubborn. Why couldn't he just accept that Masters are the best Jedis alive at the time being?

Because they weren't.

The answer came quickly to her mind, not something she would accept, actually. Why did she think of it, she had no idea, but that thought was new. Many new things would come in the future, but she didn't know nothing yet. "So, what are you going to do now?" Bastila asked.

"Go to the Ebon Hawk and tell Mission not to take my second-best beauty for a joyride."

"You're not coming?"

"No. I still have an unfinished court with the 'perfect' Masters. Don't expect me coming tonight either. I have to think about something that I don't want even you to hear, and wathcing the sunset and the sunrise are the best ways to clear my mind."

"Got any message for the others?"

"Tell HK-47 to meet me at the Rakatan camp. I have something to do, and I need only him. Don't think of coming. I don't want you to be hurt, but what will happen my hurt you very deeply." He walked away now, returning to the meeting. "Revan... You're one strange man" Bastila said.

Through the dark halls of the Enclave, someone was watching, and waiting.