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Author's Note: Sorry for the typos here. I didn't realize that the spell checker rewrote some of the words. Hopefully this is better now.

Cliff-side Conversation

It had been only a week so far, and he was already tired of it.

The man known simply as Revan out into the night sky. He was a small, slight man with black hair that reached his shoulders. His hard gray eyes gave the appearance of a dark and ruthless man, though he wasn't heartless. At the moment, he was standing with his arms crossed over his chest, adorned in a customary Jedi Robe as he stared out into the night sky from a cliff.

As much as he loathed wearing the plain clothing in favor of his regular black and blue robe; one that he had customized throughout the journey to the Star Forge. He did not want to have people berating him constantly over a trivial matter like clothing.

Besides. Most wanted to berate him for following his own path in the force more.

Revan stared out over the cliff overlooking the beach on the Rakatan planet. The party celebrating the 'Heroes of the Republic' was just down the hill. He didn't feel like a hero- he felt more like a prisoner then a savior.

He was once Adam Chasiter, a fake persona, and a puppet of the Jedi Council. Now that he was Revan again, he felt like finding the remnants of the Jedi Council that had survived the Dantooine bombardment and then give them a piece of his mind, preferably with a nearly lethal dose of lightning and a choke hold or two.

While he did not like the fact that his identity was kept secret from him by that bunch of manipulating Jedi. He did like the skills that came with the new identity - ones he never thought would come in handy when you had a lightsaber. Slicing, for instance. As well as using security spikes for those closed doors. It was much easier to catch people by surprise without having to shove a lightsaber through a door and make a hole, only to be greeted by an army of security droids.

Sighing to himself -he sensed, rather then saw- a familiar presence. An aura almost as gray as his own in the force. Though as of late that had been changing, "And why are you not at the party kid? This old man isn't here to baby sit you, you know." The other Jedi came up behind Revan and sat down in a rock nearby.

Revan didn't turn to greet Jolee, "You know why I am up here. It's probably the reason you are as well." He smirked in spite of himself, and looked to the older man.

Revan had come to greatly respect the older Jedi, not only for his sense of humor, but also his wisdom. The younger Jedi had come to draw upon that late trait. Revan was not a devote servant of the light - quite the contrary, he was more immersed in the dark side then light.

A fact that unnerved the other Jedi to no end.

Jolee Bindo looked Revan over briefly before he smiled to himself, "Yeah, yeah...these ceremonies and parties can get very bothersome after a while, but they want to 'congratulate' us on everything that we have done, much as I'd like to just get off this damn planet. You can't be impatient forever though, even this old man learned patience in his years." Judging by his tone, Revan guessed that Jolee was taking it all in stride.

Turning fully towards Jolee, Revan left the Cliff-side and moved to sit on the rock with Jolee. Taking one of his lightsabers and looking it over briefly before flicking it on. The violet beam immediately igniting from the hilt and illuminating the surrounding landscape, "That doesn't mean I have to like it. You know I will never truly belong with the Jedi Order. They are complete servants of the light; I am not, and will not try to become one. I have a balance that I enjoy, and they will seek to undermine that"

To seemingly emphasize his point, his other hand reached up and sparks of lightning danced between the fingers.

Jolee narrowed his eyes, but said nothing. Revan had proven already that he was no longer the Dark Lord of the Sith; None of the darker emotions was evident within Revan, except maybe a bit of bitterness. "They will only see the Dark Lord coming back at any moment when I still wield both sides of the force" He looked to Jolee and sighed, "Not to mention my love for Bastila...the Jedi council will want to separate us"

Jolee placed his hand on Revans' shoulder while looking Revan over, almost appraising the younger man, "We both know the real reason you are up here, so spit it out and lets talk"

Revan chuckled, "I could never keep a secret from you. I'm afraid of what The Republic will think of me if I head back to Coruscant, not to mention the countless Sith still out in the galaxy. The Council manipulated me like a good little pawn, and I was never given a chance to learn the truth until Malak came along. I'm beginning to regret saving the council from Dantooine" Revan had found information on Manaan about the discovery of the Jedi enclave and had sent it back to the Council.

Revan sighed and continued, "Adam. The good little Jedi, his puppet masters always keeping him in line." A bit of bitterness showing as he spoke.

Revan looked back down to the party then, a look of longing clearly highlighting his usually hardened face, "I want to be with Bastila. But with the council here, she has been trying to avoid me..." He shook his head as he trailed off, hair gently moving to the back of his shoulders with a swipe of his hand once more as he closed his eyes.

Having been the only other member of the crew besides Carth that has fallen in love already, Jolee gave a reassuring smile as he stood and walked over to Revan, "Listen kid...just give them time, Bastila is still fragile after her fall to the dark side, and you can't blame her for it. The council...well, we'll deal with them when the time comes"

After the Star Forge, Bastila had said she still loved Revan, but then wandered off to "explore." Everyone knew the real reason was that she couldn't bear to be in the vicinity of The Council or Revan so soon after her fall. She'd only come back when she knew through their bond that the ceremonies were about to begin.

Revan opened his eyes, and fought back a tear, he hated to be in this position, but fate dealt him a bleak set of cards in life. He knew he had caused the deaths of countless millions during his reign as the Dark Lord, and while he knew that he could not change the past, the galaxy would still be hunting him once word got out. People tend to remember the worst of a person more then the best, especially on a galactic scale.

He did regret most of what he had done as Darth Revan. since completely destroying planets just because they didn't obey his every whim was a waste. But he would not cry or feel guilt; he understood his actions, and had come to terms with himself. Submersing yourself completely in the dark side, instead of just partially like himself, could make all but the most strong willed person a complete slave to the it. The rest of the galaxy would surely not forget, nor understand however, and once word leaked out that Revan was indeed alive -and very much kicking- he was sure that there would be very many who would want to see him dead, including the Sith. The Council could not hide him forever, and he didn't bother to pretend that all the Jedi here didn't know who he truly was. He had been getting many disbelieving and loathsome glares while he was here,

"Maybe I should have taken back the dark mantle, at least then I wouldn't have to need to pretend I'm still dead" Jolee gave him a hard and disapproving look for that, which Revan promptly sighed at "Okay, bad joke, but you get the point"

The older man nodded and stared down to the party as well, "I understand kid. I may not be in a position to feel sympathy, but I understand. Come on, let's head down to the party, everyone will probably be waiting for us."

Revan nodded, switched off his lightsaber, and moved to follow Jolee. His eyes glaring down into what his mind referred to now as the torture area.