Lambert's POV

Three days passed before he was allowed out of the Infirmary. Zachariah was worried about both his physical and mental health. While he was healed physically, mental would take much longer to heal.

Vrook had not been by to see him. Neither had most other members of the Council. Only Kavar and a mind healer had been by to see him. From the moment he saw the mind healer anything Lukas might have said was gone. He didn't trust mind healers any farther than he trusted Kreia. Which meant he didn't trust them at all.

Mind healers wanted to get into his head. That was dangerous. Both for him and anyone else who saw and or heard about what was seen in his mind. There was no way he could allow anyone close. Any friends he had before this would have to become distant aquaitences.

Kavar was something else though. Lukas wanted to get close to the older man. Out of all the Masters in the Temple he trusted this man the most. He had seen the way that Kavar wanted to stop Vrook and Zez-Kai Ell's plan. And that had almost cost the man's life. Or maybe it had. He really didn't know what happened to the Masters after Kreia had killed him.

It took everything he had not to tell Kavar everything. Lukas knew that he had no proof of his words. Without proof who would believe him. They would all think that he had lost his mind. Not that he would blame him.

As soon as he was cleared to leave the Infirmary he was gone. There was no waiting for the Masters to escort him. All he did was confirm that his rooms were the same that they had been before he disappeared.

All of his items before he was dunked into kolto were returned to him. Except for his lightsaber. Zachariah explained that it would be returned to him once the Masters were sure he wouldn't attack anyone. Lukas didn't blame them at all. In his shock of coming into the past he had attacked Revan who was a long time friend at this point.

Lukas went to the lesser used training rooms after dropping his stuff off in his rooms. While he couldn't use his lightsaber he could use the training blades. They weren't like regular lightsabers. Instead of metal they were wooden with special weights. In the more common rooms there were also vibroblades ranging from swords to knives.

Entering the room he closed the door behind him. After choosing a light weighted practice saber he entered Form II: Makashi. It was a style regarded for its elegance, graceful presentation, and balletic approach in wielding a lightsaber. It was notable for its primary focus on facing a single opponent and the avoidance of being disarmed by an opponent while simultaneously working to disarming them.

It was his warm up form that unlocked his muscles. Entering the Force in a light trance remembering his training with the Mandalorians. He ran through the final battle of the Battle Circle. Each movement was practiced and he refused to use the Force. That was against the Code of Mandalore.

Not long after beginning sweat began to pour off of him. After five minutes he switched to Form IV: Ataru. This form was a speedy, acrobatic, and aggressive lightsaber combat style that placed greater emphasis on using the Force to enhance movements in all areas of combat and required great room to attack from all directions. Due to its nature, it was considered a demanding fighting style both physically and through the Force.

He went through the battles that he had fought against before. Fighting against the hundreds of soldiers of Onderon. This only caused sweat to pour off him even further. Blaster fire sounds around him and he switched to Shii-Cho. The oldest known form of Lightsaber combat, it was a simplistic style that balanced traditional maneuvers intent on maiming and killing with a focus on disarming an armed foe and was used against superior number of opponents.

Lukas slipped in and out of the three forms still refusing to use the Force. There was no way he could trust himself to use the Force. Not after he had been manipulated by Kreia. The old woman had manipulated him into doing here bidding. Now he had the chance to do what was right and fix his past mistakes. The only question was how.

That was answered when another blade struck his. Immediately Izuku fell back into Form II: Makashi. Mentally he had not acknowledged the intruder. Instead he simply focused on fighting the other just like any other memory.

The sound of wood clacking against wood filled the room. In Lukas's mind however he could hear the humm of their lightsabers. A wince resounded through him as the other struck him in the shoulder. With his body still healing from his wounds before traveling through time it hurt more than it would before.

Breathing hard Lukas kept pushing his body further and further. With these pushed mistakes were made. He felt the consequences of each of the consequences one by one. Strikes were landed all across his body. A single one to his knee sent him down to a knee. A blade was then placed at his throat stopping him from getting up.

Looking up Lukas found Revan looking down at him. Like Lukas, Revan was breathing hard. On his cheek a dark bruise from one of the younger's lucky strikes had landed. The sword was removed and a hand was held out for him to take.

With the slightest of hesitation Lukas took it. Revan pulled him gently to his feet by a strong Knight. It surprised him to see how kind Revan was in this time. He had forgotten what he was like before the war. The war had changed them all but Revan more than anyone else.

Lukas said bowing his head, "Thank you for the training, Knight Revan. I appreciate it."

Revan wagged a finger in front of his face as he said, "Oh no. We are not going back to that. I just broke you of using such honorifics. We are not going back to that because you decided to disappear for two weeks."

Uh okay then. Lukas wasn't sure what he thought about that. Though it wasn't good for him to argue with the other.

Then he said, "Thank you Revan. The training allowed me to burn off my extra energy."

Revan grinned as he said, "Of course, Lukas. Let me know if you want to train some more. Unless I'm on a mission I'll train with you."

"Thank you," Lukas replied. But that wouldn't happen.

He couldn't allow himself to fall back into the path. Otherwise he would end up back in the Mandalorian War. That path broke him once. He would not allow it to break him a second time.