Chapter Five: The Turning of A Great Man
John stood in the briefing room, his arms folded as Major Lancaster gave his small report on the species of P4X-540. He cited off that the site was most likely to hide Sith warriors, but his team found none and had to retreat when his men were under attack by Wraith. At least, that was before Felicity strolled in.
John acted like he didn't notice her, but Major Lancaster stopped when he saw her enter.
"Major, continue." John ordered, glaring into the Major's eyes. The Major was not one to back down, but he could feel the tension between the two and decided for the best not to question orders.
"So, by all means, the Sith are not located on the planet. That is my report, sir." He said, saluting and snapping to attention. John slowly moved to attention and saluted, the Major bringing it down and walking out, leaving John and Felicity alone.
John did not let the silence continue, and snapped his head to Felicity.
"What do you want?" He said, forcefully, his arms folded across his chest. She kept staring at him.
"Well, a few nights ago, you were drunk, and,"
"I wasn't drunk, I acted. And, quite frankly, I wished I phrased my words a bit meaner so you'd get my message"
"I did, you heartless bastard."
"Heartless! Heartless!" He snarled at her, his arms out stretched and his knuckles white from the pressure as Felicity backed away in fear, increasingly dreading this meeting.
"John, I..."
That was all she managed to say, before she was being choked by his once gentle hands. His fingers wrapped around her neck forcefully, catching her completely off guard. She was turning a deep shade of white, before she began to black out. That was when Atton Rand entered the room.
"Holy Force!" He yelled, whipping out his lightsaber. John reached for Felicity's and activated it, while noticing the gate was activated.
"What the hell." He said, before he turned around and broke down the glass, jumping down as Atton chased him down, Felicity beginning to breathe again.
John made a leap, an impossible leap of fifteen feet, threw the gate, and managed to close the Gate before Atton could jump through. Atton zoomed past the empty space that was now the Gate, and landed on his side behind the Gate.
"Sithspit!" He yelled, slamming his hand on the ground. He knew he was gone.
But he knew he was not the same John he felt he knew.
Two months. Two long and hard months have passed since that day, that day when John left Felicity. Mitchell tolled in his studies aboard the Atlantis' commons area, where he read the ancient tables.
Felicity strolled into the room, her face ashen. He could not read her face, but her mind was present.
God, why did he do that me? He knew I loved him...
"John?" He asked aloud, to which Felicity immediately snapped her head towards Mitchell. A tear slowly rain down her face, which Mitchell immediately regretted to even mention anything, aloud or through the Bond they shared.
Yes, John... She replied, but then Mitchell changed the subject.
"Ever heard of a man named Revan?"
That sparked her interest, as a spark of something he could not identify
"I served with him, during the Mandalorian wars. I was under his command, before he turned to the Dark Side. He and his apprentice, Malak, were one of the smartest and greatest Jedi I have the pleasure to serve with. But, after the war, they went into the Unknown Regions, and I did not follow. I came back to answer for my so called, 'crimes against the race of man'. I...stuck my original lightsaber into the Stone of Adieus, and I never returned to claim it.
"But I'm straying from your question, and I must answer it. Revan Mobius Jerald was twenty five when he came back from the Mandalorian Wars, a Sith Lord. He was about to conquer the whole galaxy until a small Jedi strike team, led by Bastila Shan, managed to capture him and bring him before the Jedi Council. They altered his memory, and turned him into an ordinary smuggler, and he was quite good at it, too.
"Handsome, with his short brown hair and his crooked nose, he was on-route to Taris when the ship he was on was destroyed by Sith fighters. He escaped, along with Carth Onasi. He found Bastila on the planet, and escaped again when the Sith bombarded it to rubble, along with friends and the future Mandalore, Canderous Ordo. He became a Jedi, then, and fought for the good of the entire galaxy.
"Later, he was captured again, and learned of his true past. Then, he accepted his old identity, but still embraced the light. He then defeated the leader of the Sith, his former apprentice Malak, and then was claimed a hero. But, two months later, he left the Republic, and left to fight the True Sith, which you call Wraith.
"I was in exile at the time, but I met him on a remote planet near this planet. We had a long conversation, and I enjoyed his company. It was then he told me to go back to Controlled Space, and save the galaxy once more. But, Cameron that is a story for another time." She said. She had moved from her position across the room to sitting in front of Mitchell.
"Do you know where he is, right now?
She sighed, a long and heavy sigh, before she looked up at Mitchell.
"Yes. Yes, I do."