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Bastila had taken Vaner to the Sojourn, leaving Revan with the bags. He didn't mind this much. What he did mind was the fact even after his talk with Bastila she seemed uncertain about him. A part of him now regretted having looked at his old mask. Another knew it was pointless to dwell on this matter. What had happened had happened and there was no changing it. The Force couldn't change the past no matter whatever else it could do.

Revan shook the thought from his mind as he loaded the bags into a speeder. He looked at the apartment one last time before his gaze shifted away from it towards the Jedi Temple. There was nothing but hallow silence in that direction.

Perhaps that silence would soon give away to the return of normalcy for the Republic.

Revan headed for where the shuttle which would take them to the Sojourn was docked. Carth was waiting with a few of his guard near the ramp into the shuttle. Revan sensed Bastila, Vaner, and Meetra were all on the shuttle already.

"Is it necessary to arrive on the Sojourn?" Revan asked he followed Carth up the ramp. The guards had taken Revan's bags.

"It'll be safer," Carth stated. "I would rather not lose the Jedi just as we're starting to get them back." Carth pulled Revan to a stop. "Have you thought anymore on what Meetra mentioned yesterday?"

Revan frowned. "You mean about the new council thing?" Revan looked Carth in the eye. "Onasi, you know that would be the wrong way to go. Given everything I've done to the Republic, it is far better if I just remain a knight." Revan continued up the ramp but paused. "Besides if Darious and Jasper are the last two we can find, and I did join the council, by default I would become the grand master."

"Why?"

"Darious is a year younger than me and it is always the oldest of the Order who takes the role of grand master." Revan shook his head. "I would rather avoid conflict between the Republic and the Order so soon after it being reformed." There had been enough because of him. And Revan now knew he really didn't deserve or ever want to be in charge of anything ever again.

Revan entered the shuttle and moved to where Bastila was with Vaner.

"Daddy!" Vaner waved, his face flushed and eyes shining. "Look it, look it!" he pointed to the cockpit. "We go space now!"

"Yes, we will," Revan couldn't help but laugh at his son's excitement. He didn't remember the first time he had ever gone into space and was glad his son was so excited over something most considered mundane.

Meetra looked over at Vaner. "Hey, Vaner, have you ever seen a hammer-head class ship?"

"Nope! What it look like?"

Bastila soothed their son's hair. "You'll see, but you have to remain seated."

"Okay." Vaner plopped back down into Bastila's lap.

Carth chuckled as he took his own seat.

"Not piloting, Admiral?" Revan couldn't help but tease Carth when he saw Carth also take a passenger seat.

"Apparently, I'm too important," Carth's reply was dry.

Revan leaned forward. "Shall we oust the pilot and co-pilot to take back command of your bridge?" Revan joked. "Show them how piloting is really done?"

Carth let out a soft snort of a laughter.

"Revan!" Bastila started to scold him. "You're not being a good role model for our son trying to drag a Republic Admiral to do something so—"

"It's not like Carth said 'yes,'" Revan interrupted his wife.

Mission laughed. "I'll say 'yes.' Sounds like old times when you and I locked Onasi out of the bridge of the Ebon Hawk. That was fun taking her for a joy ride."

Revan laughed at the memory. Bastila and Carth had both been upset over the matter. "And Bastila's old lecture on how I never take anything seriously." Revan gave his wife a wink. "Do you still believe that?"

Bastila huffed. "Sometimes."

Vaner looked between Revan and Bastila. "What lec," he frowned, "lect-lectu—"

"Lecture," Revan told his son. "It's when you do something and end up being told off for it."

"Oh, I no like them."

This made everyone laugh. "No one likes them, Van." Mission leaned forward and ruffled the boy's dark hair. "Unless we're talking about your father. I think he did half the things he did just to get your mom to lecture him."

"Why?"

The pilot sent the message to make certain all of them were strapped in. A moment later the shuttle took off.

Mission placed her finger over her lips. "Between you and me, Van, I think your daddy secretly liked being told off by your mommy."

Heat flared through Revan's face. He took a deep breath. "It's far from between the two of you when everyone else can hear you, Mission."

"Serves you right for quitting on me." Mission leaned back in her seat, grinning.

Carth burst out laughing. "It does explain a lot." He wiped a tear from his eye.

Meetra laughed as well.

This only made the heat return to his face.

"What funny?" Vaner asked, looking between all the adults.

"You'll understand, one day." Carth turned in his seat and also tasseled the boy's hair.

"I hope not," Bastila muttered to herself.

"Wow!" Vaner strained in his mother's arms as the Sojourn came into sight. "We get on it?"

"We will be," Revan confirmed.

They docked, and the group split up to head to their assigned quarters. Bastila carried their son. Revan fell behind his wife as he tried to get the bags. He let out a breath. This was rather pointless. He stopped and reached out with the Force. The bags lifted from the ground and hovered before him. It was far easier than trying to carry all of them as it was.

Bastila had stopped in the door leading to the rest of the ship. Both of her eyebrows were raised when Revan joined her.

"What?" Revan asked. "Everyone here is aware we're Jedi," he reminded her.

Vaner's eyes were wide. "How do that?"

Revan smiled at his son even as he felt an ache settle in his heart. He had known for a long time now, Vaner wasn't a Force sensitive. Part of him wished Vaner was so he could experience the Force but another, larger part of him was grateful Vaner wasn't. Being a Jedi wasn't an easy life.

They arrived at their assigned quarters. Revan set down the bags. Bastila had unpacked Vaner's favorite toy and set him down so he could play while they settled in.

A knock sounded. Bastila moved to answer the door. Meetra stepped into the room which earned her a looked of disapproval from Bastila.

"I figured it would be easier for me to come to the of you than ask you two to leave your son for a meeting." Meetra looked at them. "We need to discuss breaking up the five Force sensitives I've been training among us as well as what we're going to do when we arrive on Telos."

"We might as well." Revan gestured to the couch which was in the room given to him and Bastila.

Bastila and Meetra settled there while Revan stayed standing so he could keep an eye on Vaner.

"The first matter of business is creating a new council," Meetra began, her eyes lingered on Revan.

"No," Revan shot down the question before she could ask.

"Look, I understand you think it's a bad idea." Meetra locked gazes with him. "But out of the five of us who remain, you are the only one I know who can easily pull groups together. You've always been a natural leader."

"Is it really a good idea?" Bastila broke in. "While Revan and I are both redeemed, I don't think the Republic is just going to forget he lead an army against them only five years ago." Bastila cast a glance towards Vaner.

Their son wasn't paying any attention to them. He was engrossed in a game of his own design.

"All of us have something the Republic won't be happy about, but we do need a good leader if we hope to rebuild the Order," Meetra pressed. "Darious, from what I remember, was good, but he's not you, Revan."

Revan let out a breath. "Let me meditate and see if I can locate more Jedi."

"You said you couldn't use a technique you'd forgotten about," Meetra pointed out.

"Yeah, about that," Revan gave a small laugh.

Meetra's eyes widened. "You regained more of your memory. How?"

Bastila shifted.

Revan took a deep breath. "My old mask," he explained. "I might be able to pinpoint Jedi scattered across the Republic and outer rim."

Meetra frowned. "It would be for the best." Meetra leaned back in her seat. "There is also a matter of the five I've been training. I'm going to have to keep Atton as my Padawan," she informed them, "but otherwise the others should be able to be trained by either of you, Jasper, and Darious when we find them."

"So, you've picked your Padawan." Bastila glanced at Revan.

"Though, I sense you are conflicted about it." Revan looked at Meetra. "I take it there are two you wanted to train."

Meetra bowed her head. "Mical apparently left the Order after I did. He wanted to be trained by me."

"Why did you want to train Atton?" Bastila asked. "It sounds like Mical would rather have you than anyone else."

There was a pause before Meetra looked at Revan. "Atton, well, he sort of defected to serve under you during the Civil War as a Jedi Hunter. He fled after learning he was a Force sensitive because he didn't want to be subjected to the same torture others went through."

Revan felt his eyes narrow. There was more to this than she was telling him. "Don't tell me, both men have feelings for you?" he smirked.

Meetra's face turned red.

"Send them both my way so I can give them the proper 'don't mess with my daughter' speech."

Meetra laughed. "Last I checked you're not my father, Revan." She held up a hand. "Before you say it, no training me doesn't count."

"Tell that to every padawan who ever stated their master was like their parent," Revan joked.

"You're one to talk, having had several masters before you were even knighted."

"What can I say? I'm a pain."

"I can attest to that." Bastila rubbed her temple. She looked at Vaner. "Vaner, promise mommy you won't turn out like your daddy."

Vaner looked up from his game and blinked. "Okay, mommy."

Revan winced. "Ouch."

Meetra cleared her throat. "I suppose the matter can be resolved after we find other Jedi." She looked at Revan. "And, please, don't actually lecture them over a crush on me. You're not exactly in the best position to do so given you're married."

"A father talk isn't a lecture," Revan pointed out with a grin.

"I really hope you don't scare whatever girls Vaner might like," Bastila muttered.

"Meetra," Revan started to change the subject, "are any of the padawans knowledgeable about Telos?"

"Boa-Dur is, he was working on the restoration project before I ran into him."

Revan nodded more to himself than to Meetra. "I think it would be best if we split up upon arrival on Citadel Station. But first I would like to know why we're also heading there beyond Darious and Jasper."

"The current senator, Justin Tarvon, is known to be one of the more open-minded senators and we're going to need to support of the senate."

"True. Without senate support the Jedi Order will end up falling apart or be seen in a bad light by the Republic. You believe he will be able to help support us in the coming years?"

"I do given he supported the Revanchists during the Mandalorian Wars and more." Meetra frowned. "Revan, you should already have a handle on his character. You meet and worked with Justin during the early years of the movement."

Revan shifted. "I don't have all of my memory," he confessed. "The earliest moment I remember is finding my mask on Cathar. Before this, nothing." He frowned. "But I do remember meeting a senator from Telos right after being made Supreme Commander."

"If you wouldn't mind, you should handle the talks with the senator," Meetra pressed.

This was another ploy by her to get Revan to take command and become the voice of the new Jedi Order. It wasn't going to work. He shouldn't be the leader of anything ever again. He had caused too much pain for the Republic. No matter if he had saved the Republic from Malak, it was a threat he had created. No matter if he had been the one to lead the Republic to victory during the Mandalorian Wars, he had, for some unknown reason to him, turned his back on the Republic and attacked them to conquer them.

Malak's words rang through Revan's ears. "Savior, conqueror, hero, villain. You are all things, Revan… and yet you are nothing. In the end, you belong to neither the light nor the darkness. You will forever stand alone."

"I think, I should handle the search for Darious and Jasper," Revan voiced. "If there is time after or I run into a snag, I'll head for the meeting."

Meetra's eyes narrowed. "Revan," she started, "out of all of us here, you have dealt the most with the senate. You know more about the ins and outs of the Republic than any other Jedi, even the pervious Master of the Order. With or without memory, you are the best choice to lead these talks."

"I'm not." It took a great deal of effort to keep his voice steady. He was a Jedi, not a Sith. A Jedi. Revan wouldn't let his emotions drive him. He took a deep breath, feeling as his lung expanded and letting the sensation cascade through him. "If, in these talks, it comes out I am really Revan, it will destroy whatever chances we have at building good relations with the Republic."

"You're redeemed."

"In the eyes of a few I was," Revan stated. "The Order wanted me to go back through training to prove I was a Jedi and not a Sith. And many still see the Civil War as my grab for power. If I am placed in charge of anything, it could come off as such to the people of the Republic. That it's just another ploy for me take command."

"All right, if you think it's for the best." Meetra looked away from Revan. He could sense her disappoint even if it had been clear by her body language. She stood. "Bastila and I should prepare for the meeting with Senator Tarvon."

Revan hesitated. "Before the two of you do, I need to know something, Meetra."

Meetra frowned.

"Given you knew me during the Mandalorian Wars, did I ever tell you my real name?" His heart fluttered. He had known since it had come out he was really Revan, the identity the Jedi Order had given him was fake. Something they had made up to use him as a puppet to further their own cause. Even before learning he was Revan, there had been a feeling the name Von Avaltar wasn't his. The name had never felt right to Revan.

"I'm sorry, Master, but no. By the time I joined, you were adamant no one should know your real name. I joined right before you took the name 'Revan.' You've always been either 'Master' or 'Revan' to me."

It had been a long shot but still worth a try.

"When we find Master Darious, he will know your real name, I think. The only other one in the group who would have known was Arren Kae and Malak."

"Both of whom are dead." Revan straightened, he knew his features were even. "Thank you, Meetra." He looked at his wife. He had learned long ago Bastila had no knowledge of his real identity. The council had been closed lipped about it. It felt as if there was something they were covering up either for them or for the Republic.

"You know, all the records finally came in over casualties on both sides of the Civil War. You could speak with Admiral Onasi over this."

"Maybe." It was another longshot. Even if Revan saw his original name, there was no grantee he would recognize it as his.

"I'll meet you in a few," Bastila told Meetra. "I need a word with Revan."

Meetra nodded and left the room.

"I know I shouldn't keep digging," Revan stated before his wife could speak. "It's just," he trailed off.

"Revan, we both agreed your past doesn't matter. It's who you are now that does." Bastila wrapped her hands around his. "You don't need to keep digging."

"I." Revan looked her in the eye. "I suppose you're right." The words felt heavy as he uttered them.

She wasn't right. Not knowing who he had been before the war felt as if someone was nagging at him, as if it this were the final blow made by the Jedi Council. The way to stripe him of everything, a punishment far worse than death. Not having memory was truly worse than death to Revan. To not know why he had acted. To not understand why they had striped his original identity from him.

Revan managed a small smile. "You should make plans with Meetra. I'll watch Vaner."

"The matter is dropped." Bastila's grip tightened on his arm, her eyes pleading.

"It's dropped."

"Thank you." Bastila stood on the balls of her feet and kissed him. "I love you."

"And I you." Revan returned the kiss, even as his heart tore.

"Be good for you father, Vaner." Bastila gave their son a quick hug and kiss.

"I be good." Vaner grinned at Bastila.

"Good." She kissed his cheek before heading out.

Revan collapsed on the couch. He kept an eye on Vaner through the Force. It felt as if the weight of the galaxy was collapsing down around him. There was no way Bastila would ever understand why not knowing hurt him far more than if he uncovered the truth. The mere fact she had his mask had proven her fears to him.

If he continued to dig, it could hurt their relationship far more than when he had found the mask. For Vaner's sake, Revan needed to leave it alone. He didn't want to risk losing the only two lights in his life over his desire to understand his past.

x – Darious – x

"Master, you should eat something."

Darious sensed Jasper move to give him a little of the food they had been able to afford after the first day's work. Instead of taking it, Darious continued to mediate. A familiar presence was approaching Telos. Though the feeling Darious got wasn't one which threatened the world or the people on it.

Something was going on. Before now, Darious had believed Revan to be dead, having been killed during the first few waves of the bounties. Even if Revan had been able to defeat Malak, he wasn't at the levels he had been before the Jedi had captured him. This, it pointed to something more going on.

"I'm heading for the docking level." Darious opened his eyes and stood.

"Should I come with you?" Jasper asked. He lowered the food he'd been trying to give Darious moments before.

"No, we can't risk a repeat of what happened on our arrival. Besides you had a shift today."

"Yeah," Jasper let the word out as a breath.

Darious nodded to his former Padawan before he set out. There was a chance Revan was still redeemed. Darious felt his heart flutter at the mere notion his old friend was still light, still a Jedi. Darious understood how marrage was what kept Bastila a Jedi, perhaps it had even helped Revan, giving him something to live for when he had forgotten he once lived for the Republic. Though, if Revan did remember… Darious suppressed a shudder at the thought on what it must be doing to his friend to realize he had betrayed something he had once given everything for. It could also a heavy burden to remember both wars. Darious only hoped Revan had remained true to the light.

Darious slipped into the growing crowd in the main part of the docking bays. His gaze locked onto the two he and Jasper had met the other day. They were now both dressed as Telosian guards, in full military attire. The rest of the security force there, were holding back the crowd of onlookers.

A group exited the docking bay. Darious felt himself frown. He knew he sensed Revan, but he wasn't among the group exited the hanger. Admiral Carth Onasi led the group, he was flanked by two Jedi both of which Darious had met even if one had only been briefly.

Meetra Surik was the first to draw his attention. She was older than the last time he had seen her, but it was to be expected given he hadn't seen her since he had left the Revanchists. During that time she had been studying under Revan despite already being a knight. Revan had been more than willing to help her. It hadn't concerned Darious until the war had started to change Revan and Malak for the worst.

The other Jedi was Bastila Shan. She held a small boy in her arms and wore more traditional robes than he was used to seeing on her. Darious had met her during the early years of the Jedi Civil War. She had been arrogant, putting more stock in her abilities and the show of faith on the council's end. She had been the exact opposite of Revan and yet had stated he was far worse than any other Jedi. He had been wrong to defy the council and go to war, this was true in some respects, but Revan had never been over confident in his own ability. She had been ripe to fall to the dark side.

Darious hadn't been shocked when he had learned just this had happened to her. He had been shocked to learn Revan had been the one to pull her back from the darkness. Then, the fact the two had married.

The little boy looked just as Darious remembered Revan did when they had both been younglings. His hair was shorter. Outside of this, he could have passed as Revan as a child.

A few who followed behind them were soldiers who served under Carth.

"Welcome to Citadel Station, Admiral Onasi," Darrell greeted the group. "We've been tasked to escort you and the Jedi to a meeting with Senator Tarvon." Darrell looked at Bastila and Meetra. "Weren't there three of you?" he asked.

"Yes, the oldest member of our group is staying behind. He has another mission to see to," Meetra explained.

Another mission?

Darious spread out his awareness. He could sense Revan, but it felt as if he were still aboard the Sojourn. If this was the case, then why hadn't Bastila left the child with Revan? It seemed more than a little odd to have the boy accompany his mother to a meeting with a senator.

Then, Darious felt it. Another reaching out to him through the Force.

So that was it. Revan had stayed behind in order to mediate and locate all the remaining Jedi. It wasn't an easy task to complete. In fact, to do so on the scale Revan could was considered a rare trait. In another time, if Revan had never fallen, it was very likely he would have become the keeper of the Kyber Memory Crystal. This way he would be able to store information on all Force Sensitives who were born.

The knowledge of the crystal's existence had been kept to masters only, generally those on the High Council. Darious had learned of its existence by mistake when he'd been a padawan. Perhaps it was a good thing. With this knowledge and if this group were planning on rebuilding the Order, they could do so faster.

Master Vandar had been the last keeper of the crystal. As far as Darious knew, at least.

Darious needed to learn if they really were rebuilding the Order and not just trying to recreate it with new ideals. To do this, he would need to speak with Meetra as well as Jasper. While he hadn't agreed with some of the Order's ways, this didn't mean every tradition should be lost. There were reasons for certain traditions.

There would be time to ponder the future of the Order after he had spoken with his old padawan and Meetra. Darious moved off, slipping away from those from the Sojourn without drawing attention to himself.

x – Meetra – x

Meetra waited for Revan and Bastila when they arrived in orbit over Telos. There were a few matters she needed to discuss with Revan before she and Bastila headed for the planet. It still unnerved her to think Revan wouldn't be leading the talks with the senate. She wasn't good at politics, Revan was. He was the one who had turned the tide of opinion in their favor during the Mandalorians, the one who had spoken with both the High Council and the senate.

From the moment the idea had come to her to rebuild the Jedi Order, she had known Revan would be the hardest to convince. Not in joining up, but to take the role he was the most suited for. While he was grayer than light, Revan was still a good Jedi and she knew his ideals went more with the Jedi than Sith. He believed in protecting the Republic, even if he went about it in odd ways.

A breath escaped Meetra when she sensed Revan approaching with Bastila and little Vaner. "Are you certain you would rather search for Darious than join Bastila and I in the meeting?" Meetra asked, skipping straight to the point. She was pleased to see both wearing the Jedi robes the group had found as well as their lightsabers. It had been odd to see Revan without his lightsaber or in robes. Perhaps odder than seeing his face bare.

"I might be able to track down other Jedi," Revan told her. "Find more than just Darious and Jasper. I'd be far more useful in such a task than in attempting to aid you with Senator Tarvon. Besides," – Revan gave her an almost teasing smile – "I'd be more likely to make a fool of the new order than be helpful."

Bastila let out a breath. "Will you be able to watch Vaner then?"

"It will take a great deal of concentration to locate other Jedi, especially if they're trained in evading another Force user trying to locate them."

"That would be a 'no' then?" Bastila folded her arms across her chest. "I can't take him with me to meet a senator?"

"I doubt he will do any harm," Meetra intervened. She didn't like getting involved in matters between the two of them, but she also knew it would take all of Revan's focus to find more Jedi. "Both our tasks are important, but Revan can find more Jedi to help us train the next generation of Jedi." Meetra turned to look at Revan. "Do you know of away you might be able to store what you find so we can seek out Force sensitives later?"

"No," Revan confessed. "Whatever the High Council used to do so in the past, they never shared with me." He gave a soft laugh. "Though, that's not shocking."

"All I know about, it is Vandar was the one who found most younglings when it was time to bring them to the order. He dealt personally with the families to make it easier on them. He did so with me," Meetra confessed.

"Me as well. Though I was found later in life." Bastila shifted and frowned. "He spent much of his time, when not training younglings, in deep meditation."

"We'll have to figure it out later." Revan let out a breath. "But it is a problem." He looked at Bastila.

"I'll take Vaner with me," Bastila stated after a moment. "If Meetra's right, you won't be able to keep an eye on him."

"You should take Mission with you then," Revan told her. "Mission can keep an eye on Vaner while you two and Carth speak with the senator."

"Agreed." Meetra nodded. "If you can, can you also start to break down the padawans' skill level? You know Darious and Jasper far better than I do," she confessed. "You might be able to figure out which of them would suit the other."

Revan bowed his head. "I can see to it. It will mean I won't get leaving the ship today." He gave a halfhearted smile.

Meetra withheld a wince. She hadn't thought about that. Still, if anyone could sort the padawans out it would be him. "Just keep in mind I would like to train Atton or Mical."

Revan gave a slight bow of his head. "Only if they are suited to your particular skills, Meetra," his voice was light as if he were meaning it as a joke, but it was off as if he didn't feel the normal laughter behind it.

Meetra moved off to find the twi'lek girl.

As she moved, she heard Bastila whisper, "Are you all right? You look a little pale?"

"I'm fine, Bastila," Revan consoled her. "We need to both focus on the tasks before us."

Meetra picked up the pace. She didn't want to eavesdrop on her last remaining master. Besides there was much they needed to get done.

(Author's note: Chapter five is done so this chapter gets posted!

Most of this book is over rebuilding the Jedi Order and facing the repercussions of how the previous Order handled family.)

Replies to Reviews:
Ssj shadow: Good, don't. There are some good points in the book, but most of the book is over another character where Revan is treated more like a side character than the main character.

I've not decided on if Revan will leave or not in this story. The main reason I am writing it is because I really disliked the fact he just up and left everything in the state he did.

As for Vaner, no he will not be becoming a Jedi. I have a reason for this as the story goes forward.

Guest (Mar 18): I finally went through a summary of Luke's legends Order and then remembered the game I played ages ago with it in it and also agree. I don't know if I will be going as far as what Luke did in his Legends for this book.

I also liked the legends view of Vaner. That is one of the few favorite moments I have in the novel Revan. And no they never confirmed on if he became a Supreme Chancellor or not. It was just giving a joke about it to his mother.