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Chapter 11: To Be Damned

Darth Revan slowly opened his eyes, stifling a groan of pain as he took in his surroundings.

"So I'm alive?"

The Dark Lord noted as he cast his eyes downward to the clean white bed sheets that covered his modesty. Various instruments beeped at odd intervals, lulling the Dark Lord into a hostile demeanor as he breathed in the recycled air of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. All around him he could see the startled and terrified faces of Jedi Healers. Smirking, Revan raised an eyebrow to a Twilek woman that approached him cautiously.

"What do you plan to do with me now?"

The Dark Lord stifled a laugh as the Twilek's headtails wrapped tightly around her neck and twitched nervously.

"D- Do you know who you are?"

The woman asked quietly. Revan laughed maliciously as he sneered towards the Jedi Healer.

"I am your worst nightmare if you don't release these restraints, Jedi!"
The woman paled slightly, but remained a safe distance from the Dark Lord.

"I don't like this..."

Jedi Master Atris spoke in a tight tone as she glared at the Dark Lord. Revan turned his gaze from the frightened healer to the Echani Jedi Master.

"Atris! How are the children?"

Atris' already pale features became as white as the bed sheets that covered the Dark Lord before they quickly shifted to a deep scarlet as the Echani Master scowled angrily.

"How dare you! Do you have any idea the atrocities you have done?"

The Dark Lord of the Sith chuckled in amusement as he tested his restraints, suddenly losing his sense of humor when he realized he could not feel the Force.

"What have you done to me!"

Revan snarled as he cast a cold glare towards Atris that even send the stubborn Jedi Master back a few steps.

"Padawan..."

Revan's eyes immediately snapped to his former Master, Zhar Leskin. Scowling, Revan glared towards the Twilek Jedi Master.

"How long..."

A sad smile played over Zhar's features as he recalled the countless times his Padawan would say those words after awaking from an injury in the Healer's.

"It has been a week since we captured you... You've been in a coma ever since."

Revan nodded, taking in the information.

"What do the Jedi want from me?"

Revan hissed as he narrowed his eyes and took in the faces of the Jedi Council.

"Are you capable of answering all our questions?"

Jedi Master Kavar asked. Revan turned and nodded, all hostility leaving his face for a moment. Kavar was the only Jedi Master he truly respected aside from the Sunriders and Vandar Tokare.

"Where did you go after the Mandalorian wars?"

Zez-Kai Ell asked somberly. Revan licked his lips and looked away from the Jedi Masters.

"Beyond the Outer Rim..."

The Dark Lord whispered. Adding no further explanation, the Jedi Masters exchanged glances.
"Why did you come back?"
Vrook Lamar asked in a tone that did nothing to hide his anger. Revan sighed and looked directly into Vrook's eyes.

"I needed more men. Surely the great and wise Jedi Council could have felt the countless deaths beyond the Rim?"

Revan chided in a condescending tone. Vrook turned as red as a Sith's saber and turned away, not wanting to hear the Dark Lord speak so lightly of the countless atrocities he had committed.

"That is not the reason you came..."

Lonne Vash added thoughtfully. Darth Revan sneered towards the Jedi Master.

"Kenobi."

Revan's face began to turn red with rage as he struggled violently against his restraints.

"He needed you and you threw him out!"

Atris, having regained her composure stalked towards the Dark Lord angrily.

"You corrupted him enough with your lust for war, we spared him the nightmares that you would have forced upon him."
Revan looked taken aback for a moment by the passion burning in Atris' eyes, but quickly recovered.

"The blood of those hundreds of worlds beyond the Outer Rim that are now all but graves were not on my hands..."

Revan said quietly.
"They are on yours for not having seen the truth. You saw Ian's actions at Malachor V as a crime but he saved the Republic with his choice. He did not fall to the Dark Side there, he was deafened to the Force by the pain he felt!"

"Enough!"

Atris screamed, breathing heavily from her own frustrations. Revan growled as she stepped closer to him.

"What drove you to make war on your own kind? The Dark Side?"

Revan raised an eyebrow as he stared at the Twelve Jedi Masters surrounding him. He noticed that the Healers had stopped whatever they were doing to listen to his 'confession.' A sadistic smile played on Revan's features as he returned Atris' glare with his own, sending a chill down the Jedi Master's spine.

"The Mandalorians or the Jedi?"

Atris's angry mask fell into confusion for a moment before she recovered and stared at the Dark Lord with open curiosity.
"Didn't you know I was a Mandalorian? Revan the Bloodraven. Lovely story about my clan's history but I really don't have time for that right now."

Atris backed away slowly from Revan and stared at him with an unreadable expression.

"The Jedi then."

The Dark Lord of the Sith laid back in his bed and stared at the ceiling of the Healer's ward.

"Answer me this question... Who knows I am no longer in a coma?"

The Jedi Masters looked between each other, grimacing.

"Only the Council and the Healers that are present..."

Revan nodded.

"And what does the galaxy know of my fate?"

Revan questioned. Nomi Sunrider sighed heavily, looking very tired.

"They believe you were killed by the Jedi strike team on your flagship after Malak betrayed you and fired on your own vessel."

Revan nodded, taking in the information. The Jedi Masters seemed appalled at how easily he accepted Malak's actions. Not even anger was present as they spoke.
"If I answer your questions honestly, what do you plan to do with me?"

Revan asked, his features stoic and closed.

"It is clear to us that you do not hold regret for your actions so there are two choices..."

Vrook started slowly. Revan sneered towards the aging Jedi Master.

"What are those choices?"

Vrook raised an eyebrow as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"The first that we strip you of the Force and imprison you here for the rest of your life."

Revan laughed insanely.
"The other?"

The Dark Lord continued to laugh, unnerving the members of the Jedi High Council.
"We wipe away your memories."

Revan's laughter ceased immediately as he gaped at the Jedi Master.

"You would murder me?"

The Jedi Masters looked between each other, each wearing different expressions.

"If... if you show remorse... We could... come up with another option."

Revan snorted at the hopeful tone in his former Master Zhar's voice.
"You know I accept full responsibility for my actions, Zhar. You of all people should know I am no coward."
Zhar wore a pained expression.

"Do you mean, Padawan that you... enjoyed the things you did?"

Revan frowned. Taking a moment to gather his own feelings he finally released a heavy sigh.

"They needed to be done..."

Vrook seemed enraged at this comment and stormed from the room. Revan and the Jedi Council merely watched the departure with mixed feelings.
"Are you sure... Padawan?"

Zhar asked softly. Revan glared at his former Master.

"When I look at you I see twelve fools leading twenty thousand other fools to death and I see the Republic, the Jedi, the Force dying because of it! Do you have any idea the things that stalk the Outer Rim? Have you ever seen a creature who's only pleasure was in suffering? A creature who's entire race glorifies pain? Have you seen a Massassi warrior or looked into the eyes of the abyss as it tries again and again to swallow who you are? You are ignorant. You are arrogant children who hide away in this temple and pray for a savior to save you from your own incompetence!"

Zhar averted his eyes from his former Padawan's enraged glare.

"You don't have to be here, Zhar..."

Vima Sunrider said softly, pacing a hand on the Twilek Master's shoulder. Zhar sighed as he looked to his fallen apprentice. Revan merely glared, holding his tongue as he cast his hatred towards the Jedi Masters.

"I- I will stay. I cannot leave him alone like this..."

Zhar sighed as he took his place around Revan with ten other Jedi Masters. Revan looked between the Jedi suspiciously before he felt the Force suddenly within his grasp.

"You have been judged and found guilty of seeking the Dark Arts. Your punishment is the loss of the Force..."

Atris spoke, somberly. Cutting anyone off from the Force was a task the Jedi Council abhorred, but Revan was a special case. Revan laughed insanely as he struggled against his restraints.
"You think you have the right? The power? The Force is with me and it will not abandon me as it will you in your final moments!"

Revan suddenly felt as if he was dealt a physical blow. Falling back into his medical bed, Revan struggled violently against his restraints and shouted obscenities to the Jedi Masters as they focused their power and stripped away his connection to the Force.

Jedi Master Vrook Lamar sighed as he entered the quarters he shared with his Padawan. Seeing the young woman asleep in her room and clutching a pillow tightly with dried tears the Jedi Master winced. He had not seen her like this since news reached them of Revan's capture by the Mandalorians. Though attachments were frowned upon, the man could not bring himself to end the friendship that had developed between his young Padawan and the once shining example of the Jedi Order.

Anger burned on his senses for a moment as he stared at the sleeping girl.

"Because of Revan she must witness the horrors of war... Because of Revan she suffers..."

Trembling with anger, Vrook cursed quietly to himself and left the room. The will to strike Revan down with his own weapon was too prominent when he saw the effect that man held over his Padawan. That Bastila returned from her mission at all surprised him, but that she returned with Revan, comatose was beyond him. He remembered how she had begged him to do whatever he could to save the Dark Lord and he remembered the rage he felt at her loyalty to that abomination of Jedi teachings.

"Where did we go wrong? Was it taking him in because he was so powerful... listening to his Master Kreia. Was it her teachings that led to his failure or was it our own?"

Vrook was startled from his thoughts by a massive cry through the Force. Rushing to his room he saw Bastila writhing in pain as she cried out in her sleep.

"No... Revan..."

Reaching through the Force to calm his Padawan's nightmares, Vrook was appalled to discover that Bastila had wrapped her own presence in the Force around Revan.

"Shit!"

Cursing to himself, Vrook rushed to the Healer's to stop his fellow Masters when he saw them all collapsed to the ground around Revan. The Dark Lord turned his cold brown eyes to Vrook and sneered.

"I told you they did not have the power."

Shocked, Vrook cautiously eyed the condition of the unconscious Jedi Masters around Revan.

"How..."

Turning his head to a terrified Healer, Vrook let the question hang in the air.

"That... that power... it- it's horrible!"

The Healer wailed as she backed away from Revan in terror. Revan sneered towards Vrook, glaring hatefully towards the Jedi Master.

"Looks like you'll have to kill me. How far does your loyalty to the flawed Jedi teachings go, Master Vrook?"

Vrook motioned for the terrified Twilek Healer to give Revan an injection. Revan calmly allowed the terrified woman to inject him and smiled coldly to the young woman.

"Goodnight, Master Jedi."

Revan whispered as the drugs lulled him into a restless state of unconsciousness.

Vrook stared at his eleven fellow Jedi Councillors in fear.

"The... scanners reported that his midichlorian count jumped to over a hundred thousand..."

The eleven other Jedi Council members all paled at the words that confirmed their suspicions.
"Not even Exar Kun had more than forty thousand... How- How is that possible?"

Dorak Quinn asked as his brow furrowed in concern and thought,

"Ulic once told me that there were techniques in the Force that could raise one's midichlorian count... Revan had a count of nearly fifty thousand... that level is almost unheard of."

The other Jedi Masters nodded their heads as they listened to Nomi speak.

"Revan sought the artifacts of the Dark Side, we all know this but his connection to the Force... Force it doubled in there..."

Zhar sighed as he leaned back in his seat.

"Revan was always a mystery to us... His power though..."

Vandar Tokare had a thoughtful expression as he spoke in his gruff voice.

"Looking at Revan was like staring into the heart of the Force... Revan was power... When you look at him you can see all those he has killed... is going to kill... his destiny is written all over him, he is destined for greatness..."

Vrook sneered for a moment.

"Kreia always was cryptic... It is her that is to blame for this thing Revan has become."

Vandar shook his head.

"I do not believe that is the case. Already prophesied, Revan's fall was. There is a balance to him in the living and the Unifying Force... Perhaps too much power. We all know that power corrupts."

"And Revan is a fine example of corruption!"

Vrook snapped, earning a small glare from Master Vandar.

"Perhaps we are the ones who are to blame..."

The Council chambers fell silent as the Jedi Masters gaped at Master Vandar.

"We cannot deny that Revan's warnings and his requests to fight the Mandalorians were without merit. We were not there and we cannot judge what we have not seen."

Nomi and Vima Sunrider as well as Master Kavar nodded their heads in silent agreement. Vrook brought his thoughts back to the hostility and disgust he felt radiating from Revan when he had been brought to Cathar. Cringing at the memory, Vrook nodded agreement as well.

"Perhaps, but Revan's failure originates from her teachings!"

The aging Jedi Master defended.

"We all have the capacity within us to do great or terrible things... This was Revan's path and it cannot be changed."

Lonne Vash added cryptically.

"Perhaps it can..."

Atris chanced calmly. The Jedi Masters trained Atris with their eyes and waited for her explanation.
"We can still eliminate Revan's memories... perhaps create a new personality that could... Redeem him."

Zhar shook his head furiously.

"We have no right to murder his mind, even if his body lives."

Atris cast Zhar a smoldering glare.

"Would you accept the blood of those he will kill WHEN he escapes us on your hands? That power... We cannot allow it to go unchecked."

Zhar stared back into Atris' eyes with his own glare.

"I will not murder my own Padawan."

The Council chambers fell silent as Atris averted her eyes, staring over the Coruscant city scape.

"But he would murder you..."

She said softly as she shuddered.

"It is decided then."

Vrook snapped.
"I will have no part in this."

Zhar spoke firmly as he stood and left the chambers. Nomi and Vima Sunrider also stood, eyeing the other Masters warily.
"This is not the way of the Jedi..."

Vima spoke as she left with her mother in tow. Kavar stood slowly, staring out over the Temple grounds and the less than lively behavior of the gathered Jedi.

"We have no choice... This is wrong but... His power..."

Kavar allowed his words to hang in the air as he began walking towards the door.

"I will support whatever actions the Council agrees on... But know that we seal our fates with this decision..."

The respected Jedi Guardian left the other Masters speechless until Vandar spoke.
"I must speak with him before we begin..."

The other Jedi Masters agreed solemnly as the diminutive Jedi made his way to the Healer's.

Darth Revan stared with glazed eyes at the wall, knowing that in a few hours he would be dead. The doors to his chambers opened and Revan heard the scratching of Vandar's clawed feet on the floor.

"Come to hear my confession, Master Jedi?"

Revan sneered as the Jedi Master levitated himself to a seat and stared at him sadly.

"Do you regret, Revan?"

Revan's glowered openly as he looked away.

"Perhaps... But I am no coward and I will not beg forgiveness."

Vandar raised an eyebrow curiously.

"Would you earn forgiveness?"

The tiny Jedi Master asked guardedly. Revan managed to pick up on the small amount of hope in the Jedi Master's tone and sighed.
"I cannot be forgiven, Vandar. I do not deserve forgiveness and I would never accept it..."

Revan bit his lip for a moment, his eyes shining as his thoughts ran wild.
"The things I've done..."

A small shudder ran over the Dark Lord and Vandar's eyes traveled to the bruises and dried blood that were hidden under the restraints. Suddenly, Revan laughed coldly.

"Is that what you wanted to hear?"

The Dark Lord sneered.

"Fool! Leave me in my darkness."

Vandar looked thoughtful for a moment before the ancient Jedi Master smiled.

"You would like to see her before you die, wouldn't you?"

Revan paled slightly but made no response.

"You seek her forgiveness but you feel you are not worthy of it..."

"Shut up!"

Revan snapped, though Vandar continued.

"Such a tragedy, her life has been. Hurt by the one she loved."

Revan's pale features flushed with anger and shame.
"I-"

Revan began but fell silent for a moment. Taking a steadying breath, Revan turned his eyes to face Vandar.

"I don't want her to know what happened to me. She would blame the Jedi... I never wanted to see her fall."

Vandar nodded.

"You would give your life to make certain she did not?"

The Jedi allowed the question to hang in the room as Revan shifted.

"I would have given my life for many things... once..."

Revan spoke in a defeated tone.

"You should tell her..."

Revan shook his head.

"It would hurt her more to know that I cared..."

Revan trailed off for a moment before turning to Vandar.

"Never speak of this again."

The Jedi Master was still for a moment before he closed his eyes and nodded.

"What did you see beyond the Rim, Revan?"

Vandar asked. Revan shook involuntarily.

"I saw the death of the Force..."

Vandar's blue-green skin paled slightly at the Dark Lord's words. He had only heard those words once, at Ian Kenobi's exile. Knowing that Revan had spoken his peace, Vandar allowed the Dark Lord his privacy. He could see the defeat burning in Revan's eyes as he spoke and he knew it was wrong to bleed all his knowledge from him. After several hours, Vandar and eight other Jedi Masters entered Revan's cell and surrounded the Dark Lord.

"Have you anything else to say?"
Vrook asked in an angry tone. Revan merely sighed and glared towards Atris.
"Lets end this."

Jedi Master Atris stared curiously into Revan's eyes as if asking permission. Revan glared towards the Jedi Master and allowed his cruelest smirk to grace his features.
"Cowards!"
Revan's thoughts and retorts were lost as pain filled him. Red and white flashes shot through his vision as he struggled violently against his restraints. After a few moments, Atris raised her head and opened her eyes, fighting to not look away from Revan's motionless body.

"It is done..."