Refer to chapter 1 for Disclaimer

Chapter 3

"Padawan Alora has done remarkably well. She has not shown any signs of anger, or any sort of passion, only that of peace and harmony. Even though she is alone and no one to watch over her actions she does everything a Jedi would do. Her meditations are pure and almost perfect. Her attitude? Upbeat and tries to make the best of things. Though, there is one thing that worries me." Master Vrook said while he spoke to the other members of the Jedi Council.

"Ah, yes." Master Vandar replied. "She is strong in the light and it seems that our fears might be unfounded. But like you Master Vrook, I fear for her feelings for Carth Onasi. It is forbidden of the Jedi to love. Yet, she seems to be determined to be with this man."

There was silence in the Jedi Counil's room. Each member of the Jedi council was in thought. Thinking on whether they should take the next step up on the studying of Alora or not.

Finally Master Kavar broke the silence and said "I feel Padawan Alora is ready for the next stage of our analyzing of her. We will now send many different students and Jedi Masters to visit her. Asking a series of questions and see if we can provoke any anger and thought that lead to/or are Dark Side thoughts. The Jedi Council nodded in agreement and Kavar spoke yet again "We will start this process tomorrow."

Finally Carth reached the Ebon Hawk and said "Hey guys. Do any of you know where Alora is? She's been gone longer then usual and I don't like it."

"I believe she is with the Jedi Council. I know they had summed her a few days ago. Perhaps you should go speak with them if you seek more information on Alora." Bastlia replied.

"Bah, You'd waste your time. I know the Jedi council; they won't tell you anything they don't want to tell you." Jolee remarked. "Kind of like you?" commented Carth underneath his breath. Though if one was listening they could easily understand what Carth had said. Canderous who was near by along with Mission heard Carth's comment. Mission tried to hold back her small smile that was trying to form upon her mouth. Canderous just gave smirk though tried to semi hide the smirk by making sound like he was clearing his throat or something. "Hey, I'm not deaf you know….I heard that, and like I told Revan…." Though Jolee's words were stopped when he saw the glare Carth was giving him. Jolee knew that Carth was very protective of Alora and it burned him up to have someone call the woman he loved by the name Revan. Realizing his actions he changed his wording a little bit. "I mean, Alora. I'm going to tell you too. I'm old dammit and I'm allowed to be pervasive! Besides, I have a little bone to pick with the Jedi Council, I'll see if I can reveal anything." Jolee then turned to head toward the exit ramp of the Ebon Hawk but said slightly out loud "Though you must accept Carth, that Alora was once Revan." Finally Jolee turned the corner of the exit ramp and could no long be seen by the crew.

Though just before Jolee was out of sight Carth quickly stopped him and spoke "I heard that. I know I must accept it. But she is not like she used to be. She's changed…..sigh. You've-you've just hit a nerve that's all. Now, you don't want to hear me rant for an hour now do you? You go and do what you have to and uh…oh thanks for your offer to help by the way. If you find anything, will you please let me know?"

Jolee interrupted Carth and said "It's okay Carth. I know the fact that Alora was once Revan hurts. I respect the way you protect her, the best you can. Don't give up on her….ever and please….don't make the mistakes I made. Bah, now you've got me rambling like an old man! Don't say it either. I know I'm old…let's just leave before we stand around like two old hermits that have no lives." With that Jolee patted Carth's shoulder and began to walk the path that lead to the Jedi Enclave.

Carth smirked a little at Jolee's words and said to the back of the walking Jolee "I'll be hanging around here or I will be at my apartment." With that, Carth walked away from the Ebon Hawk and spoke to himself, "You better get on with your life Carth. You aren't doing yourself or Alora much good just wondering the halls like a homeless person. You know Alora is probably okay. Just get on with your life and visit her apartment once a day." Sighing Carth put himself into a quicker and longer stride then before.

Sitting on a piece of furniture that looked like a couch Alora leaned her head against the head rest of the couch and closed her eyes. "I still can't believe it." This was the thought that ran through Alora's mind. "I…I can't believe I was once the terrible Darth Revan. To be that cruel, to kill without a second thought, it…it makes me want to stare at a coffee cup and let my finger go 'round in circles on the rim of the cup and just go into depression. It-it sickens me and it makes me nearly troubled to believe and know that it is true that I was once Revan. For I know that I could go down the ever familiar path of the Dark Side once again. Just like I had done before Bastlia and the Jedi Council saved me. Though I am thankful that I am not like that anymore and I vow to never be as evil as I once was. I-I just can't deem it, to become that evil again and to hurt the ones I care for and love. No, No, I will not become like that, ever again." As she thought these thoughts her eyes began to droop down, she was becoming exhausted for she had been thinking about this subject for almost a non stop hour. Before she knew what happened she was in a deep slumber……

As she slept, she went into a dream. A dream she will never forget…There was Revan, dressed fully in her dark robes pacing the deck, back and forth on her flag ship the Challenger. Suddenly the Dark Lord stopped and stared out the window. Revan continued to gaze out the window, deep in thought, wondering on who she should terrorize next. As she stood there, hands behind her back and her head held high the bridge's door opened and a young Malak approached. He was Revan's apprentice, a little foolish perhaps, but a fine apprentice he was. But Malak did not walk right up to his Master. No, instead he paced back and forth, just like his Master had been doing a few minutes ago. A few minutes passed and the two completely ignored each other. Finally Malak walked right up to Revan's back and activated his lightsaber. It was a standard single hilt saber. Its red glow was a dark blood red; the hum of the lightsaber seemed to fill the room. The soldiers that were controlling the ship stopped their actions and stared on in silence. The hum of the saber seemed to be starving for the flesh of its opponent. Malak finally raised his saber high, about to strike his master in the back and claim the title of the "Dark Lord of the Sith" for himself. As his saber was about to strike Revan's head, Revan quickly turned on her heels, saber already activated, it's color was red as well, though it was a much lighter color then that of Malak's saber. Malak was now vulnerable to attack and at the mercy of Revan's hand and saber. Revan being furious that Malak would be as stupid as to attack Revan so directly, with no plan of attack or anything that resembled a plan. This had always been Malak's weakness, to charge into a battle with no plan of action. To charge into a battle and kill anything in his path, it was like he had no brain, just to kill was his only motive. Finally Revan smiled to herself and with a swift strike of her saber Malak was suddenly on the floor crumpled up almost like a ball, screaming in pain and holding his mouth. Revan then spoke… "You are still a fool Malak. You had no plan; you justcharged in like a fool, thinking I would be unprepared for you attack. You know I am smarter and more alert then you'll ever be. And to think that I had not sensed your entrance you would be a fool indeed. If you ever become the Dark Lord, you will be a disgrace." With that Revan then raised her hand, rising Malak as well. With a thrust of her hand she threw Malak into the bridge's door and said "Leave me before I decide to end your pathetic life." Malak quickly rose, still clutching his jaw, blood seeping in-between his finger and leaning slightly over rushed into the turbolift, leaving a trail of blood to the door. At the door, while Malak waited for the door to open, a pool of blood formed…Finally to turbolift door opened and Malak was out of sight… Revan returned to stare at outer space and laughed evilly. Looking down she noticed that Malak's bottom jaw was beside her feet. Picking it up Revan stared at it and laughed again. Finally she threw it across the room… "I think you forgot something…" she said to the closed turbolift doors.

Finally Alora awoke her eyes wide with terror and her body covered with sweat. Breathing hard she tired to calm herself. She couldn't believe it. Was this dream real? Is that how Malak lost his jaw? If she did that to even her own kind, she couldn't begin to image how much worse she was to the ones she fought. Whether it was the Republic soldiers that she fought against, or be it Jedi that she faced, that she killed everywhere she went. Finally after a half an hour of rapid thoughts and trying to calm her self she managed to still her self. Leaning her head back against the couch she stared at the roof trying to think about anything else besides her recent dream. She-she was terrified.

As the woman relaxed and tried to think pleasant thoughts, she suddenly received a quick flash of Carth's face entered into her mind. With that her thoughts were diverted over to him. Tears were almost forming in the maiden's eyes. Oh, how she missed him. She missed his voice, his features, and his caring heart and, well, she missed pretty much everything about him. Then of course there was Jolee, Mission, Canderous and the others that she missed. But above them all, was Carth. She hoped the finishing week would come quickly. She would do almost anything to return to Carth and to spend some time quality together.

A few days later as Alora continued to try and forget her terrifying dream and anything else that she knew she had done in the past. She was relaxing on her worn down couch like always and was trying to meditate when suddenly the force field deactivated. Becoming curious she raised herself off the couch, though slowly. She began to reach toward her hip, where she always kept her lightsaber. Though when she felt nothing, only the bone of her hip she remembered that she had been disarmed before she entered in to the cell almost a week ago. Feeling a little helpless she watched the cell's door closely, becoming more worried as the time passed on. Finally her fears were settled as a Jed Master, a Jedi Master she well knew entered into her "room."

"Hello Padawan Alora. How are you doing?" The Jedi Master asked. "Beside terrified, just fine." The Jedi Master raised an eyebrow and said in a questing voice "Terrified?"

"Yes, terrified. I will explain it to you." She then went into great detail of the dream she had received a few days ago along with flashes of other memories of her past. The Jedi Master listened with great interest and made sure to enter some of the information into his data pad. Once the Padawn was finished he talked to Alora in detail about many things. He also asked her mutable questions and analyzed each answer he received. Finally after an hour of questions and conversation the Jedi Master arose and said "I will discuss these incidents in great detail with the Jedi Council." Alora smiled and said "thank you….Master Kavar…."