Disclaimer: Just borrowing
GhostRider: Actually, Revan still wants revenge, but he knew that it wasn't the time, on account of they couldn't find the Council, and because he couldn't kill them yet because he still needed their help in regaining back all of his memories. As for Bastila, well she sorta understands the council's actions, cuz that's what they did with Her, so, she only blames herself for not being able to fight off Dustil.
Dunno if that makes any sense at all, but I needed to be like that so that the story would make sense later on.
Chapter 2: Eleven years later...
I am standing on top of the balcony, looking down at the meeting that was taking place right below me, and I think. I think about how I had failed Revan... how I had failed Bastila... and more importantly, how I had failed Him...
The boy that I was to protect with my life, the boy that I was supposed to train in the ways of the Jedi, to keep from falling into the temptations of the darkside, to keep from making the same mistakes as his father had...
I should have stopped him...
I close my eyes and I think back, back to when it all started…
Flashback: Two years back, right before Kyros leaves to go to Korriban to fight the Sith threat there.
"Master Onasi..."
"Yes? Kyros?" I ask, turning around to face him.
Nine years had passed, and there, standing before me was a young man, fourteen years of age, full of strength and determination.
"I have come to say farewell Master…"
"Oh? Why is that?" I asked.
"I am going to go to Korriban and lead the first assault on the academy there." He said, voice full of resolve. (A/N: The Jedi learned, two months ago, that the academy on Korriban is starting to become stronger, soldiers from the Republic will be sent there to try and stop them.)
I stared at him, eyes angry.
"No." I said, plain and simple.
"But master..." He started, but I didn't let him continue.
"No Kyros, I forbid it." I said, my anger starting to rise.
"We have already talked about this…" I begin.
"But…" He interrupts.
"You are not ready..." I continued.
He just stares at me, eyes full of pain, not understanding...
I look at him, face softening…
"Look, I know that your intentions are good, but trust me, you will bring more harm then good by going. Let the Republic soldiers handle this. We are NOT to get involved."
"Master! Innocent people will die if we do not attack the sith academy NOW. While their forces are still stoppable." He bursts out, trying to reason with me.
"NO Kyros. You are NOT to doubt in the wisdom of the Council."
"Why?" He asked.
I sighed...
"Tell me, do you remember what I taught you about Revan and Malak?" I asked him.
"Of course master, Revan and Malak disobeyed the council and fought in the Mandalorian war because they believed that the Council was too slow in acting."
"They fought for something they believed to be right..." He added.
"Yes, but what else do you remember?" I asked, hoping that he would understand.
"At the end of the War, they came back changed. They had turned to the Darkside and became Sith."
"Exactly! Kyros." I exclaimed.
"I fear that if you were to go to Korriban, against the council's orders, you would indeed fall to the Darkside."
I continued, trying to persuade him out of his decision.
"The Darkside is strong on Korriban, and Jedi are easily persuaded by the lies that are taught there…You are still not strong enough to ignore the temptations of the Darkside...no one is."
Kyros just looked at me, face still filled with determination.
Finally, he spoke...
"Tell me master, would you, along with the rest of the Council rather wait until they become UNSTOPPABLE before acting?" He asked, anger in his voice.
I look at him, defeated…
I say the only thing I can say.
"If you do not trust in the wisdom of the Council Kyros, at least trust in the power of the Force…"
"I'm sorry master, but I must go…I cannot live my life wondering if I could have made a difference…If I could have helped save the Republic…"
I could only stare at him with sadness and worry.
He could sense my feelings, and reassured me.
"Do not worry Master Onasi, trust me. I promise to you that I will NEVER fall to the Darkside…No matter what…"
"But I must go…I must do what I believe is right…" He said, as I felt a sharp pain in the back of my neck.
One of his Jedi friends must have snuck up behind me while we were talking, and at that moment he had signaled him to drug me.
Everything started to become blurry, I could feel myself losing conscious as I saw him turn around and began to head out the door.
"Goodbye Master Onasi…" He said, with a slight pain in his voice, for he knew that he would never see his master, mentor, and friend again.
"Come Lukas, gather everyone up…we leave today…" That was the last thing I heard before everything went black…
End flashback… PresentI opened my eyes and stared down at the scene before me.
I watched him walk in to the room.
I couldn't believe my eyes…
He had come back…back to face judgement, to receive his punishment for disobeying the Council.
He was the only one that survived. Everyone else had either died or had fallen to the Darkside. In his effort to help, to do what he thought was right, he had doomed many young Jedi to death, some, to a life of pain and destruction…
He was changed. He was no longer the eager, bright boy that I had remembered… Instead, he looked much older then seventeen, the age that he actually was. His face, reflecting two years of long, hard battles and painful losses. He looked as if he had seen more death and battle then an average person would have in a lifetime…
He was broken…
It was as if the force had left him…had disappeared completely from him. It was as if he was only the shell of who he was.
It was as if he was nothing, as if he just existed… like a rock existed. It was as if he was just THERE…
I watched as the Council exiled him.
He was neutral, showing no remorse or sadness, neither hatred nor anger, as they ordered him to give them his light saber, and sentenced him to wander the Outer Rim…
I watched as he went up to Master Vrook, light saber ignited, about to attack.
I felt my right hand go down to reach for my light saber, as my left hand went up, about to stun him, when he suddenly stopped, mid swing, just a few inches away from the Jedi master's throat. He extinguished the blade and threw his light saber on the ground in front of the Jedi master's feet.
I watched as he calmly turned around, and walked away from the disbelieving eyes of the Council.
I watched as Kyros Orion, son of Revan, went into exile…
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