"I don't see how or why your father would be seen as such a great target." Meetra frowned and gave a small shake of her head.

"Perhaps it has to do with the prophecy made around the time I was born within the empire," Revan stated. It did seem like the most likely reason. "Yet, given everything, Alan shouldn't be seen as a threat to them let alone myself and Justin. It no longer seems Sighta is a target, as if they had disregarded her as a threat entirely."

"True." Bastila's eyes narrowed. "If you and your brother are the true threat, then why attack the diner? To lure you and Senator Tarvon out?" Bastila shook her head. "There were plenty of opportunities to attack you after you left the Sojourn."

This was true. Revan hadn't been traveling with many of the soldiers like the others had been once they had arrived on Telos Station. "Yet, the only time she showed any signs of recognizing me was when she attacked the diner. Even then it was expressed more as shock at seeing me alive."

"You don't remember where you met her," Darious pointed out. "And she didn't seem to realize you are Alan's son from what little I gathered during the fighting. It would then follow she might not be aware of Senator Tarvon and his family or you and your family."

"That would mean she doesn't know Alan's chosen name. Perhaps she didn't even think to check it?" Jasper proposed. "Granted, you can't just search for Inlustris in the Republic systems. It would draw a blank." Jasper chuckled.

"What's concerning is that Alan could mask himself so well." Meetra's gaze flickered in Revan's direction. "Not even Revan could tell he was more than a Force sensitive. None of us could tell he was trained let alone in the Darkside of the Force."

"He would have to have avoided Master Vander's gaze as well," Darious added. "Alvar is good, but to also have avoided Master Vander who had centuries of experience in tracking Force sensitives takes considerable dedication, not to mention the amount of focus he would have to be continually maintaining."

Darious was over estimating Revan's abilities. He had, after all, missed Dustil who hadn't been masking his Force training at all. Still, Darious was correct in how much focus it would take to evade detection from the Jedi for over forty years. Then there was the fact that Alan had never once acted against the Jedi. He had given Revan over without a fight. Perhaps he had even encouraged Revan to join the Jedi Order. That wasn't something a Sith would do, no matter if they were trying to maintain a low profile to avoid detection from the Jedi. Heck, he had even shown public and private support for the Jedi.

This wasn't even considering how much the man put others and their needs before his own. All the actions Revan had seen and read about the main pointed him to being closer to being a Jedi than a Sith. All right, sure, he had drawn a blaster on Revan when he thought Revan had killed Alvar. No one, no matter who they were, didn't have a moment where they did something against their nature. In Jedi and Sith that action could easily tip them towards one side of the Force or the other.

"Even if he once followed Sith ways and teachings, he no longer does," Revan spoke to himself more than to the others. Yet, had he ever followed them? Returning from the Darkside was extremely difficult. It had taken Revan being captured and stripped of his memory to return him to the light side of the Force.

"Agreed." Darious bowed his head to Revan. "A Sith would have difficulty acting against their nature over such a long time, no matter how good of a spy said Sith was. However, if we look at Alan's options, he wouldn't have been able to join the Jedi Order upon his arrival in the Republic forty years ago. The first reason is adults were rarely excepted as apprentices and he had children. Under these circumstances, it would have made it impossible for him to become a Jedi in the old Order."

"Do you think he would be willing to join the Order now?" Meetra asked.

"Perhaps." Darious gave her a small smile. "However, we first need to understand more about what Jeri told Alvar about this prophecy."

Revan relayed everything Jeri had told him about the prophecy. "She seemed certain the prophecy spoke of Sighta. Though it could have meant any child of a former slave trained as a Sith."

"Yet, there can easily be a misunderstanding or a misinterpretation of a vision or prophecy," Darious broke the silence that had followed Revan's words. "Seeing the future isn't exactly easy which was why after a vision many masters would carefully consider the meaning of the vision before acting upon it."

"The last time a vision was misinterpreted was the Zayne incident," Jasper pointed out. "After what happened to him, the council made certain any visions went through the proper deliberations so as not to result in another tragedy."

"True." Darious bowed his head.

There was something oddly familiar about the name and what Jasper had said. What was it? Right now, it most likely didn't matter. It was most likely just a nagging memory over what had occurred during that time and what Revan had been doing. Perhaps someone he knew had been involved or he had been. Ugh, it honestly shouldn't matter right then. They had more than enough on their plate without Revan adding the parts of his memory that was still missing to the mix.

"We should speak with Jeri over this matter or see what the captured Sith guard will tell us about it. Perhaps both would reveal more in Sighta's presence." Meetra glanced at Revan. "Master, I know this will only add to your workload, but given Jeri opened up to you before you're more likely to get the answers we need now."

Revan's lips twitched. "As well as seeing how our captured friend will react to me once more," Revan stated the question.

"It would be wise if he had another with him this time," Bastila pointed out. "This way we will have two who have heard the prophecy rather than one."

"Agreed, however, we can't take too much away from training the padawans and apprentices," Revan stated. "Rebuilding the Order must remain our top priority." Which it really hadn't over the past few days. Had it only been a few days? It felt as if everything had happened far too quickly and over such a short amount of time. Really it had only been three days since this mess had started.

"I can accompany you," Meetra volunteered. "Bao has been making quick progress in his training."

"He and Mical can accompany us then," Revan stated. It would be good training for them both. Especially considering a guardian almost always accompanied a consular. Besides, even if Revan had been training Mical at every spare moment he had, it would only hamper Mical's training if Revan kept leaving him out whenever Revan left to see to a task assigned him. It wasn't how one trained a padawan. Normally they would accompany their master wherever their master went.

"All right," – Meetra stood – "Bao and I will meet you and Mical by the holding cell."

"We will reconvene tomorrow to discuss the new information." Revan also stood.

"Sounds good." Jasper stood and stretched. "There's a lot of training to get done for rebuilding the order. Oh," – he looked at Revan and Darious – "do any of the apprentices want to train as a sentinel?"

"No. Two guardians and one consular. Sighta hasn't express interest in any of the professions," Darious informed the rest of the council.

"All right. Keep us informed for when a master is needed for training sentinels." Jasper grinned in Bastila's direction. "Though, we all know Bastila will get the next sentinel."

Bastila flushed and flicked her wrist. "Moving on. I will take my leave to continue Mira's training." She paused partway to the door. "Don't hesitate to ask for help if you and Meetra need it."

"I won't." Revan gave his wife a small smile and bowed his head.

Bastila left the room.

Jasper shrugged before he followed her.

Darious wasn't far behind them. No doubt he had his own plans for training today. It had been a great help having Darious aid Revan this morning, but it was taking time away from Darious's padawan.

Revan shook the thought from his mind. They needed to get this business sorted to turn their full attention back to the reconstruction of the Jedi Order. He went to collect Sighta and Mical.

"Why am I needed for this?" Sighta asked, tone between hesitant and demanding. There was only a hint of her old fire there.

"You know more about the Sith guard than I do," Revan stated. "Your presence could lead to an answer over why their target witched from yourself and Jeri to Alan."

"Oh, so I am at once bait and a source of information. I guess it does make sense given you've never been to the empire before."

"Mical," Revan started.

"I will observe and learn from this situation." Mical gave a bow of his head.

"Good. Afterwards, we will be speaking with Jeri. I would like your opinions and thoughts over what she has to say."

"Understood, Master."

"Why do you need to speak with mother?" Sighta asked, a little more heat in her tone now.

Revan didn't have time to reply as they neared Meetra and Bao-Dur who were waiting just outside of the brig.

"Ready?" Meetra straightened from where she had been leaning against the wall.

"If you are." Revan gave her a teasing smile.

Meetra took the lead as they entered the primary holding aboard about the ship. The captive had been given the cell furthest from the door. Several guards had been placed not only outside the door but also out of reach of most Force user's range for mind manipulation tricks. This way she wouldn't be able to Force persuade her way out of the cell.

The Sith stopped her pacing as their group neared. Her yellow eyes narrowed; her gaze locked on Revan. "So, I wasn't imagining seeing you. You truly are alive," – her lips curled – "Revan."

"W-what?" Sighta stopped in her tracks. "What did you just call him?"

The Sith snorted. Her gaze cold as she looked towards Sighta. "My, it seems you never even knew the face of the one you were looking for. Here I thought you were with him as he agreed to aid in your pathetic efforts to reform the empire. It appears I gave you far too much credit."

Sighta gritted her teeth, gaze dropping to the floor. Her hands balled into fists.

"Remember the code." Meetra placed her hand on Sighta's shoulder, voice soft, almost soothing.

"I'm not mad," Sighta whispered. It was as if what remained of the woman Revan had first met had completely shattered in this one moment. Great, that was going to make training her all the harder. Perhaps it had been a mistake to bring Sighta here after all.

"Anyone with half a brain could have figured out who he was. It wasn't as if you weren't made aware by the Darth you formally served who Revan even was."

Sighta looked up, her gaze now locked on both the Sith and Revan. Her eyes were hollow; yet her face was devoid of all emotion.

Revan gestured for Meetra to remove Sighta.

"I'm fine." Sighta straightened. "You still need me here."

That was true. Though, he would rather not put her through more taunting than what she had already endured.

"Ah, how touching the concern a Jedi shows for others. Your ways were always your greatest weakness, Revan. If not for your concern for the Republic, you would have relinquished your search for the underlying cause of the Mandalorian Wars." She grinned. "And the emperor wouldn't have had a way to weaken the Republic further by turning you."

"Why did you swap targets from Sighta and Jeri to Alan?" Revan changed the subject. She was only trying to rattle him after all. He reached out with the Force, not trying to take down her defenses, only to better gauge her reaction.

The Sith's eyes narrowed. "You think you can persuade me so easily."

No, he honestly didn't. Nor was he really trying to. "Not at all." Revan smiled at her. "It is merely a question." He changed how he reached out to her with the Force. He was now trying to use Force to persuade her, but in a such away she would never feel it was such.

The Sith's eyes glazed. "T-to find the child the prophecy spoke of." She shook her head. Her eyes were fully unfocused now. "That child was far more a threat than a weak Sith Lord who was getting the run around with her 'plans' of reformation."

"Meaning everything I did, didn't have an effect?" Sighta's eyes widened.

"Of course not, you foolish child. It was all to keep you and your mother at arm's length. All to eventually make you make such a large mistake you both would be forced to flee." Her eyes glittered. "And in fleeing you would lead us to Inlustris so we could find him and the real child who would threaten the empire."

"What makes you so certain it's Inlustris's family and not the family of another?" Revan pressed. There was no longer a need for the Force. She was willing giving them this information.

"Because no other slaves trained in the academy survived. And all the slaves who had Force sensitive children had those children killed."

Well, that was one way to deal with the problem. One extremely brutal way, but still away. Though, it didn't add up. If they had killed the other children of the slaves as well as those slaves who had been trained, then why hadn't they just killed Sighta after learning of her existence? The only reason was to use her as bait. Still, it was extremely risky if they believed this prophecy.

"Why wait?" Revan asked. "If you had meant to kill his children, would it not have been simpler follow after Inlustris sooner?"

"Ha! We were waiting to see if Sighta was the one the prophecy spoke of. If she turned out to be the one the prophecy spoke of, then we would dispatch her and never have to worry about those two who had escaped. But the only one who ever attempted to kill the emperor, who ever got close enough to even make that attempt was you and Malak. Granted, part of that was to lure you two to your doom."

Of course it had been. Though, it seemed Revan had fallen for it. Perhaps he had attempted to turn one of the emperor's guards. In hindsight that would have led him and Malak straight into a trap. Or, perhaps, he was warier now than he had been back then. Granted, he had been captured several times since then. That would make anyone warier.

"Thus," the Sith started, "Sighta, regardless of if she was or wasn't a child of Inlustris, was seen as less of a threat than two Jedi seeking to root out all threats to the Republic."

Sighta shifted.

"Was it Inlustris's children or a decent of his?" Revan asked. After all, if Revan had failed with Malak's aid, there was no way he would be successful now even with the entire council aiding him. It wasn't as if the other members were useless, far from it in fact. It was just in the present Revan was very aware he was no longer at the height of his ability especially if he hadn't regained his full memory.

It didn't matter if Revan had beaten Malak with no memory or not. This proved Revan was good at dodging and out thinking people. It said nothing about his actual skill level with a blade and the Force. All right, fine, it said something about it. If he had memory when facing Malak, not just what Revan currently had, but all of it, this would have been a very different story.

The fact remained that Malak's skill with the blade was greater than Meetra's. He had been a master of the lightsaber in every sense of the word. Meetra was extraordinarily talented in the lightsaber, but she'd not used a lightsaber, let alone practiced with one from after the Mandalorian Wars until only a year or so ago. This would have affected her and her growth as a blade master. If she had never lost her connection to the Force, she could have easily surpassed Malak's skill level by now given Malak was one with the Force. That was only taking into her consideration her skill level at the end of the Mandalorian Wars and the growth she had during the course of the war.

Yes, Revan was aware all of them were talented Jedi. Darious was excellent at stealth and infiltration. Bastila's battle meditation was second to none which was why she had been such a great asset during the Civil War and Jasper had a balanced style in the Force and lightsaber technique none of the others had. All of them would have made great assets on the battlefield and Revan had no doubts they would turn the tide of a battle if was a war was to start up now. But would it have been enough to end the emperor? No. It wasn't that their skills were lacking. Meetra even had strengths Malak didn't.

Revan wouldn't have been able to do it. He wasn't at one hundred precent anymore. The injury to his shoulder was one such reason and, as he had thought before, his memory was another.

The Sith blinked and frowned. Her expression lasted only a heartbeat; the same heartbeat Revan had been thinking in. "I don't see a reason to inform you, Revan."

It was more than clear she didn't know the answer to Revan's question. Revan would have to seek answers from Jeri. That was if she even had the answers.

Revan led the way out of the brig.

"So, you faced the emperor?" Meetra asked. "I take it you don't remember during so, Master."

"I don't," Revan confessed with a small smile.

Sighta shifted. "Was that what you meant when you said the price was higher than what I would be willing to pay? The fact you have to forcibly forget meeting the emperor to break his control over you."

"Yes." Revan gave her a bow of his head.

"It wasn't part of what the previous council did to you then?" Meetra asked.

"If it had been then those memories would have returned when I saw mask like all the others did from the time I had first found it on Cathar."

"It wouldn't matter if you were wearing the mask at the time or not?" Meetra frowned. "I know you didn't always wear it, but if you have all but that gape in your memory…" She shook her head. "No, I honestly can't see you wearing your mask and full armor on an infiltration mission. It would have compromised the mission." Meetra gave a small laugh. "Granted, I don't even know how much the empire follows what's happening in the Republic."

"I know we knew of the Republic," Sighta informed them. "But the Republic was so far away none cared much about it. Even then I didn't even know about Revan until I read the report about the two Jedi killed in the attempt on the emperor's life. I suspected you had lived because nothing else was ever released outside of this. If the emperor meant to one day conquer the Republic, then just killing you wouldn't have made much sense."

"But neither does not doing anything since the end of the Civil War," Meetra pointed out. "According to that Sith," – she jabbed her thumb towards the cell – "you and Malak were sent back to weaken the Republic. The Republic has never been weaker and yet here they are more concerned about finding the child who is meant to kill the emperor than conquering us. Why?"

"I know invading the Republic was a contentious topic among the Dark Council," Sighta informed them. "That might be why the emperor had first used the Mandalorians and later Revan to try and weaken the Republic. It would make it easier for the Republic to be conquered."

"Yes, but most of our military is still recovering after the Civil War and until now there were only five remaining Jedi, so why keep delaying?"

Revan eyed Sighta while she and Meetra discussed this topic. It was odd how quickly Sighta had changed her tune. Yet, she had just learned everything she had thought she achieved had been all a plan to lead her to Alan. Nothing she had done had an affect or changed a single thing. Then there was Revan being revealed. She had come to the Republic to search for him thus it was likely upon learning who Revan was she had decided to cooperation was for the best.

Meetra rubbed her temple. "We should speak with Jeri before drawing too many conclusions on why we've not been evaded yet. She might be able to shed more light on the prophecy as well as why the emperor hasn't attacked us yet."

"Agreed." Revan started towards Jeri's room.

"Would it be all right if I returned to medication practice?" Sighta's question wavered.

Revan frowned. There wasn't any reason to deny her request, especially if it meant she would continue to learn the Jedi way. "Very well," Revan conceded.

"Bao, escort her back to her room," Meetra instructed. "Then meet us in the training room."

"Understood, Master." Bao bowed.

All through this Mical had remained quiet with a small frown on his face. "If you did confront the emperor, this very well could have been the threat you were preparing the Republic for. The very reason you sought to strengthen the Republic by rooting out corruption."

"It very well could have been," Revan agreed. Granted, that had now backfired horribly. The Republic forces where growing, but the Jedi had so few remaining. Even if it had been part of his plan, Revan had never meant for it to leave the Republic without a group who could wield the Force. That was why he had focused on turning as many Jedi as he could. Which had now also backfired on him. Even if he did have some ability in Force sight, that didn't mean he could see all possible futures and the outcome of every decision he made.

Ugh. The mere thought of knowing that much was enough to give Revan a headache. He didn't envy any who had that ability. The headache would be a killer.

Jeri looked up from of the few datapads she had been given when the three of them entered. All of the datapads she had covered Republic history and other such topics needed to be studied for the citizenship exam.

"Alvar!" Jeri stood, beaming. "I wondered when you would be by."

All right, what? Her tone had changed drastically as well. He understood why Sighta's had, but Jeri's? Last he had spoken to her, Revan had been disposable so Sighta could achieve her destiny or some sort of nonsense like that.

"We're here to discuss the prophecy you informed Alan and me about," Revan stated. His gaze remained locked on her.

"Good."

Good? Odd. Revan suppressed the urge to frown.

"I would speak with my son alone." Jeri gave Mical and Meetra a cold look.

"If you wish to talk, you will do so before Meetra and my padawan," Revan's voice was soft, but he kept his tone firm to add a note of finality to it. "Now, tell us about Inlustris."

Jeri clicked her tongue. "Inlustris was once a great Sith Lord. A genius when it came to the Force." Her eyes softened. "I suspect that's where you get it from."

So, he was Alan. Not that this needed too much of a confirmation. It was clear enough they were one and the same. "So, Alan and Inlustris are one in the same," Revan stated his thoughts.

"Alan," distain leaked into Jeri's voice, "is t he weakness my love gave into. He destroyed Inlustris, the greatest Sith Lord of our generation." Her eyes blazed. "He could have easily joined the Dark Council by the time was in his mid-twenties. He chose to flee rather than live up to his potential. Rather than give you the change to overthrow the emperor."

"Been there, tried that," Revan's voice was light.

"What?" Jeri's eyes widened.

"Now, about the prophecy," Revan moved on to the real topic at hand, "did it specify it was a child of the slave made Sith or a descendant?" His tone remained light no matter how serious the topic was.

"What did you mean before? About already trying to overthrow the emperor. Or were you joking?" A hint of ice crackled in her voice, distorting the fake honeyed tones.

Revan just smiled at her even as his eyes narrowed. "Please, answer the question."

"Descendant. But I know it meant you, Alvar."

"Yet it could have meant me, Sighta, Justin, any of our children, or our children's children, and so on."

"Do you take me for a fool?" Air hissed between Jeri's teeth.

Yes, but that was beside the point. Revan didn't speak, only smiled in response to her question.

"Of course the prophecy spoke of you, Alvar."

"The last time we spoke you were certain it spoke of Sighta." Revan's eyebrows rose. She couldn't always be right.

"You are stronger than she is. That duel proved as much."

Ah, so it was duel that had made believe this. That was a poor way to interpret a prophecy. That duel was poor to judge who could and who couldn't take down the emperor. If it were so simple than the emperor would have been defeated years ago and they wouldn't even be talking right then. After all the months missing between the Mandalorian Wars and the Jedi Civil War had to have been spent on not only tracking down the Empire, but also planning on who to end a war before it even began. By slaying the emperor. Which he and Malak had attempted. An attempt that had ended with them both being capture and most likely tortured.

"I see. If you have something else, then I had best take my leave." Revan turned.

"Alvar!"

Revan looked back towards Jeri.

"You should return with me. Together we can overthrow the emperor and you will rise to take your rightful place as the new emperor, as the most powerful man in the galaxy." The words dripped with her desire, eyes gleaming with a fanatic lust.

Interesting. She was far more interested in being the mother of this "new emperor" than she was in reality. Or really in understanding her children. Perhaps it was this fanatic lust for power that helped lead Sighta astray to being with and even made them easier for the emperor to manipulate.

"No," Revan stated, his voice no longer light.

"You would have more power and wealth than you can even imagine," Jeri pressed, taking a step towards Revan.

"You assume I even want those things." Revan turned to her more to save his neck the strain than him being interested in what she offered. "However, all I am interested in is the Republic's and its people's safety. As such, I will take no action against your emperor." Well, no further action. The last attempt had been more than enough to know he couldn't kill the man.

"So, only if the Republic is threatened would you overthrow him and take his place."

This woman really wasn't listening. Where the heck had she even gotten him saying he would take the emperor's place from what Revan had said? This was beyond confusing and even a little humorous at how much she misunderstood.

Revan couldn't help it, he laughed. "What part of what I said even remotely implied I would become this new emperor?"

"But you're destined—"

"I am a Jedi," Revan's voice rose over hers. "Nothing you say and nothing you offer me will ever change this fact. It will never convince me to turn my back on the Order let alone the Republic." Revan turned and strode from the room. He couldn't loss control of his emotions. Not now. He was a Jedi, and he would stand us such until he became one with Force.

"Are you alright?" Meetra asked when the door closed behind them.

"Fine," Revan stated.

"Master," both Meetra and Mical started. They glanced at one another before Mical continued, "It couldn't have been easy to hear someone offer you such a position of power. I know from the patterns during the Civil War you have always cared about the Republic, but…"

"I have no desire to overthrow anyone, let alone to rule anything." Revan smiled at them. "Besides, it would take the fun out of life," he joked. "On a more serious note, I'll speak with Alan tomorrow."

"Do you want company?" Meetra offered.

"No." Revan held up his hand. "I would rather not make him feel cornered. Besides, he has never once shown he's a threat to the Jedi or to the Republic."

"If you're certain—"

"I am."

"Very well. I trust your judgement, Revan." Meetra's lips twitched. "Or, I should say, Master Tarvon. I'm still getting used to calling you that."

(Author's note: Well, here we are at the end of another chapter…)