Okay so here is another chapter. I don't know how frequently I will update this story but I promise that I'll try to do it at least once for a week. But you know how this can turn out.

SO I'VE REWRITTEN THIS CHAPTER, AND IT USE TO BE AROUND 5600 WORDS AND NOW SITS AT 6100! HOPEFULLY, IT MADE THE CHAPTER MORE READABLE SINCE I COULD UNDERSTAND HOW IT COULD BE IRRITATING.

Waking up heavily disoriented, Christen slowly opened his eyes before painfully closing them as he groaned in pain.

He had known all too well from the fighting pits that looking directly into light when waking up from a knockout was one of the worst things to do, the piercing needles of pain that buried him for a few seconds hurt more than any of the hunger or Dehydration did. After a few attempts, Christen finally opens his bloodshot eyes completely and dumbfounded once again. It was daytime, but the suns were offset as if it was morning...

Had he slept a full Day? He hadn't been able to do that willingly for how many months. he would have filled his thoughts with not wanting to get up if he didn't see his legs covered in the shade. To his shock and awe, he let out a high-pitched scream at the humongous object before him. The cry would have made him a laughing stock for a couple of weeks back home.

Wobbling uncontrollably and finally falling over into the sand again, he seemed to push out his hands in front of him unconsciously, he suddenly felt his eyes flicker with power, and it then surged through his entire body. His access to the force felt more streamlined. He looked in mild shock as his hands seemed to make a kind of invisible barrier that had kept him from planting face-first into the sand. But as he slowly let himself down, his finger hit the ground, and suddenly the barrier vanished, and Christen let out a quick yelp as he was dropped and subsequently earned himself a bruised arm and a face full of sand and pebbles.

Quickly and depressingly getting to his hands and knees, Christen violently gagged and lurched up saliva a few times as a few pebbles got down his throat.

He sat there, spiting for a few moments before wiping off his mouth with his arm. The actions of throwing up had made it a little more challenging for him to breathe and swallow saliva. But currently, it kept him alive, and it was indeed the best he could do.

Looking up to the origin of the mysterious shade and the reason for him failing in the first place. Standing in front of him was the ship he saw when he lifted it, a large ten-meter tall forty five-meter wide warship. It looked to be around fifty meters long, way too big for a large shuttle. It was more of a small high-tech warship.

The turrets and launchers that hung under the wings within the blue-lit chambers built into them and right below the bow made it look like a ship meant for the frontlines of navel war. The sleekness and smoothness of the rusted and cracked block metal that as the hull made it seem like it was made for stealth missions, Intelligence, or supplies missions across enemy lines, at least that's what christen saw in it.

If christen had any bodily fluids left in his body, he would have relived them at that current moment, and the ship was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen...

He walked over to the left wing, taking a couple of dozen strides to get there. At only five foot ten, Christen could clearly see five Wookie-sized Quad turbolasers, and he was wide-eyed at the sight of them. Each of those shots could destroy a shuttle class ship, ad an entire salvo should at least take out a ship of the same size as the one in front of him. He could also see a few ion cannons and smaller turbo lasers tucked into a blue-lit chamber that sat closer to the ship's body.

He could only guess it was the same for the other side, only assuming as he'd rather not waste what little life and energy he had walked around the ship. So instead, he walked closer to the side of the vessel. Most ships this size would have ramps or hangers on the sides. As he got closer to the body, he was quickly becoming but an ant next to the sheer size of the vessel. He could now see that dozens of stealthily hidden turrets were barely viable on the sides, the metal surrounding it becoming blurry when he stared upon it. It confused him but excited him more as if he took control of this ship, he could learn so much. He could only guess that they used stygium Crystals, it was scarce, but there weren't any other resources that could replicate it off the top of his head.

As he got within ten feet from the ship when a loud hissing sound verberated throughout the sand beneath the ship, a bright blue light engulfed the openings on the wings, surrounding the turrets and blasters in blue light. The Young child flinched and blinked away tears of unending joy as a four-meter wide ramp descended to the ground, the hissing of hydraulics working as the ramp hit the rocky surface a few feet ahead of him.

A large hissing sound verberated throughout the ship and a bright blue light w=enuglfed the openings on the wings, surrounding the turrets and blasters in blue light. The Young child flinched and blinked away tears of unending joy as a four-meter wide ramp descended to the ground, the hissing of hydraulics working as the ramp hit the rocky surface a few feet ahead of him.

Christen could definitely tell the ship was used for some form of undercover missions and seemingly important ones at that, with how wide the ramp was, coupled along with how much weaponry was aboard, and he hasn't even seen the inside of the damn thing. The metal was an odd mix of white and grey, and it was unlike the hull of the ship, which was a milky Platinum. Slowly christen took a foot and gradually strolled up to the ship's opening. At the top of the ramp, christen could see he was now five meters above the ground, and he could vaguely see the outline of the rock formations surrounding his hometown. He tore his sight from his past and looked into the lights of the formerly buried ship.

He took a deep breath as he made his choice and walked away from his life on this planet, and stepped into a new one.

His new life was now filled with the blaring bright blue fluorescent lights that seemed to line the four edges of what he could guess was the hanger room, which in itself was huge. It was empty, of course, but it looked as though it could comfortably fit half a dozen speeders. Even one small shuttle or a couple of fighter ships, the lights seemed to flicker lightly every few seconds, then become wildly bright only to go back to the flickering once again, it wasn't enjoyable for his eyes, but he could live with it.

The walls, on the other hand, needed to change. It was an eye hurting white, shined as bright as freshly polished krath hound teeth. Or krayt dragon pearls, whichever your pick, but It was the type of white color that just seemed to take all the darkness and dispute it into nothing, just blinding you white the ugly brightness. Christen hated that.

He loved his dark colors like blues the blacks, oranges, and reds. Hesitantly Christen walks deeper into the hanger bay towards a pair of double doors near the room's rear. He hears the hiss of a depressurizing chamber and could sense the slow cranking of gears turning while the doors before him slowly slip open. The smell of stale air protrudes his nose.

Entering the new hallway, he could see tiny piles of sand and trash littering the ground, they seemed to range from his height to just above his ankles, and being as he was a pretty tall kid for his age, the amount of sand was saying something.

The hallway was seemingly wide enough for a group of five people to stand shoulder to shoulder. As he looked to the two ends of the hallway, he noticed the right side of the hallway split off and had no doors for twenty feet before splitting off into three hallways at its end. The left side seemed to be the same design but with a few doors near the ship's middle. The middle hallway, the corridor he was in right now, was lined with twelve different ladders on the sides. He could only guess they went to different t levels of the craft, was there three levels? Four? he would find out sooner or later. He stopped in the middle of the corridor, deciding what way he would go first.

He stood there shaking his head in the two directions until he had final made up his mind. He just decided to follow the curious and impatient side of his and opened the first door in the left hallway., he went bug-eyed as he was met with a large room with a floating island in the middle, the floor.

The walls were all stacked with various small blastors and restraints. Even a few prison cells welded into the very end of the room, Christen decided this would be the brig and the armory, but really? This ship had them in the same area?

The models of the first couple rows of clusters he could see were old republic type...just how old was this ship?. The next couple rows were oddly stacked to the brim with slug throwers. He exited the oddly paired room, and when he peered to the end of the hall, he saw a door, but he didn't need to open it as spelled out in basic was the word AMMO.

His mind was going through a million questions while making his way down the rest of the hall. He opens each door only to look into them for a couple of minutes or just a few seconds.

He'd rather know where everything was before touching anything. The next couple of doors lead to medium and large-sized closets.

The first carried at least a couple of hundred Vibro blades just lined up on the closet walls, with the cabinet bottoms holding large beskar knives. The beskar was what got him excited, he had only held beskar once, and he got to kill the gambler who decided to fight him in the pit. Too bad the Hutts took the knife from him. He had always felt some connection as if this metal would make him into the man he was supposed to be as if it called to him.

The next couple of closets were filled with datapads that seemed a bit too bulky for anything used in the last hundred to a thousand years old.

The next room on the left side was filled with dozens of racks of various disruptor rifles, snipers, and pistols. The room was filled from the floor to the ceiling.

He couldn't help but laugh. Before he was inside this ship, he had nothing. Now within a few moments, he had a vessel with enough blasters and rifles for a medium-sized, well-armed militia to be armed to the Teeth. The crazy part was He still had one door left before the end of that hall and the turn to take down an empty hallway.

This room seemed to have more space between the other doors as he only had to walk a dozen feet for the others. Still, this one was all the way next to the ammo room, almost twenty the surface of the left door. It said the word Meditation in Galactic basic, but it confused him as to why a couple of letters are off as if the language was from a different period.

He waltzed up to the door, his hand barely grasping the handle before he was staggered back as the force seemed to throw him into a loop of unrelenting power. He starred at the door, the lettering, and even himself before making a choice. Huffing loudly, he stood back up. He grasped the handle once again as the pull he felt after the initial blast was so powerful. It felt intense, angry, but understanding.

The force seemingly warned him before the door opened as he pulled slightly. Still, it was too late, the hiss of gears lining up as the door slide into the walls, and all christen could see was red as he was once again flung back on the floor. The power from the room exploded and went to the only being it could find. The now-open room was a sudden change when he got his bearings together. There were no white or blue lights, and the walls seemed to be a dark grey color, the edges black and purple lights shined brightly, the force he had felt since the fightback at home seemed to radiate from the room. He stared with slighted eyes at the illuminated space with a face of childish wonder, his grim frown turning into a slight grin as the walls seemed to be linked with the origin of the force he felt.

The room was around twenty feet deep and about five meters wide. The floor had several symbols etched into it, and the letters seemed to glow more brightly when he got closer. The wall on his right was lined with dozens of red and golden pyramid-like objects, the whole room was stitched with the power, but these objects seemed more...alive.

The middle back wall was lined with various sculptures of what looked like Sabor wielding warriors fighting aliens with eyes that stretched outside their faces to the side. The left was lined with several flag ribbons with the same symbols that were upon the floor.

What caught his immediate gaze was the two large black stone tables that stood perfectly aligned in the middle of the room. He started walking to the tables, but it seemed to glow as bright as a cannon shot when he stepped foot by the first symbol. The others seemed to do the same, and it wasn't enjoyable, to say the least. But as he got closer, he could see the tables appeared to be covered in runes and symbols unlike any he has ever seen.

They were lined up perfectly across the whole table. The sides, the top were all covered in the lines of runes. He dragged his fingers over the table's rules as he now saw an integrated triangle object in the middle of the two tables. The object seemed to vibrate once his fingers touched. He seemed to feel a probing sensation touching his mind, and he quickly retracted his hands and turned towards the triangle objects again. He'd rather not have something touching his brain if he couldn't see it. He was curious, not stupid

he ignored the table and object for now and closer to the wall. A wonder lust filled his mind. Christen could only star bug eyes at the beautifully golden lines that covered each object. They seemed to be all different from one another.

Still, he could make no sense of the specific lines and symbols upon the triangular objects. He momentarily forgot his rule of no touching as he essentiality entranced on the objects, his hand shot out, and he lifted it towards the one laid within the middle column.

some unknown force held his hand back, he tried harder to reach the object, but the force seemed to radiate so much power from the object that he felt as though he was back again, fighting to punch out rancor eyes to will the death battle., his hand and shin around the wrist became cold the longer he reached for the object.

He decided he had enough of the room for now as his curiosity had run out and his feeling of being uncomfortable had skyrocketed, basically running christen exited the room, the door shut itself behind him, Christen scowled as he didn't understand why it didn't open for him automatically like the others. He shook his head as he reached into the power and decided to follow wherever it leads him. He closed his eyes and started walking.

It took a few moments. But he soon felt the bars of a metal ladder on his fingers. Christen hefted himself up as he climbed to what he deemed the second chamber. Opening his eyes, christen could see the hallway seemed to separate in four different directions. The ladder exit was in the middle of the floor. 'I need to find time to put a door on these holes. I'd rather not fall and break a leg on my new ship' he thought.

The doors he saw in the four hallways he counted to twenty-five, but what made him intrigued was the door the force seemed to nudge to. It laid at the end of the hallway to his immediate right. The two platinum-colored doors seemed like they were thick enough that he could easily mistake them for blast doors. The other entries in the said hallway were lined with flickering lights with the color of fresh molten metal.

Sauntering up to the large double doors, Christen carefully remembered everything with each step taken as he looked side to side for a button or handle. To his amazement and frustration, he couldn't find any. He stepped within a few feet of the doorway when a blinking light flickered above the door. They soon slid into the walls themselves. The room was still dark, but that soon changed when he took a single step into the room, and what he saw made his eyes glitter in greed.

Standing as spectacles in the reflection of his eyes were the four waist-high chests that he could see were filled with ancient books that seemed to be covered in dust, the right side of the room was a mix of small tables mixed with ceiling-high columns filled with dusty and yellow papered scrolls.

They weren't even neatly put away for easy use. But NOOO! they just had to be stacked carelessly one atop another. The left side of the room was the same except more columns and n tables as it showed it as filled with various datapads, some ancient, some looked to be no less than a decade old, that begged the question on if this ship has been found and left here as some supply station for a greasy Hutt.

Christen began walking towards the back column of the right side and picking the nearest scroll sticking a few feet above his head. It was yellow with age, but otherwise, no wrinkles or tears, which was unusual for paper. Christen pondered as he opened the item and was faced with a written language he didn't recognize. It looked like a jumble of written huttnese and basic mixed with other various languages whatever it was. Christen decided it had to be necessary. Maybe he could learn the wording on the ship in some other room. He overlooked the room shortly as he walked the room's length back to the two doors that opened when he was about two meters away from the door. He frowned at the different measurements for how close you had to be for the doors to open. Still, he decided anything was infinitely better than being a fighting slave.

Slowly walking out the room, christen was hit with a vengeance from the force as it knocked him from his feet. He was dazed and confused until the force seemed to nudge him again, but this time whispers came with it. FOLLOW ME it spoke in a mixture of voices s if a whole crowd were talking, his vision cleared and to his utter surprise there was a light blue shimmering sentient form in front of him, as soon as looked at it, it seemed to run down the hallway, getting up in a rush christen quickly dashed down the blue ghost

'Wait up!" he shouted, his voice not so much a voice as he still hasn't drunk anything yet. His run came to a jog as he went down another of the four hallways, his smile dying just as much as he was. Another set of platinum doors sat at the end of the hallway, but these doors were different. On each entry were four symbols. In basic, it read the words.

COSMIC

LIVING

LIGHT

DARK

he paused his running as he saw the ghost stopped in front of the doors. Even though it had nobody's features, it seemed to look back at him before going through the actual metal doors. When he had gotten within a few meters from the doors, christens body suddenly stopped moving, the force seemed to take hold of him and wouldn't let go. he was back to being in control after a few moments. However, he still held a defensive stance as he had felt he fell way too much to be ok in the last couple of days.

The force's burst hit him when he took a step further as the hissing sound started when the doors started opening. The blast was not like the others, and he soon found that out as his defensive stance was utterly useless. It wasn't like the others because it wasn't a forceful burst but rather a mental burst as his mind was suddenly bombarded with a surge of dark force energy, which he felt emitted a surprising and frightening amount of pain.

At least it wasn't his pain but still, he'd rather not feel anymore. He doubted himself going into the room before he reached for the force and let it harden his resolve, he entered the room only a few steps in, and christen was enveloped in pure darkness. If he weren't some yahsan, at least that s what his mother called his species, he would be blind as a bat. Still, fortunately for him, his species had to vary effective echolocation and night vision, his pupils dilated to his whole eye, his eyes a sea of darkness as he could now see he was in yet another hallway...

The force seemed to envelop him as it beckoned him to follow. Its seductive calling made it irresistible to follow. He carefully walked the length of the hallway, his vision could clearly see the walls were all painted or had a painting sculpted in its entire length. The sculptures of battles and various groups lined the darkened walls.

As his legs followed, he could clearly see the room he was about to enter. Christen found himself momentarily blinded by lights within a few strides of entering the room as the motion sensors were triggered, and the room was once again visible to regular eyesight. Christen waited a few moments, hands halfway over his eyes as he soon got acquainted with the new light. The room was a large chamber room with surrounding tables circled the middle of the room. On the tables sat the same triangle shapes he saw before, yet these were as big as his head. They felt powerful and alive.

But what gained his attention was that they weren't all like the ones he saw in the other room on the first level. Some were cubic in shape, others the body of multi-sided dice, others the form of rectangles, but they all glowed the same, some red and golden, others white and blue, one was even an orange tannish color with specks of gold mixed in.

He stepped a foot into the middle of the circle. He didn't even know he was still walking forward. Still, it was too late to turn back and stop.

His presence in the middle seemed to activate the shapes, as he soon felt an unleashing of control and power seep over him and the ship itself. The objects began to hum with a surge of energy as christen seemed to cower in fear of somehow being increased, so to say he was surprised was an understatement when the objects appeared to put out life-size holograms of men or woman of various species into full view. The translucent and ghostly images of the men and women shimmered. He saw most of them wore battle armor or at least some kind of armor, and the others seemed to beam with peace and love. Others seeped over the edge with anger, hate, suffering, and pain., they all seemed a bit disoriented as they seemed to search around the room before they all set their eyes upon him.

"Who Dares to awaken me! Present yourself before I Destroy you!" an armored human man from one of the older red triangles demanded. His ways of speaking and manners seemed to indicate he was from the far past. His voice hoarse and brittle nut his eyes and stature made christen gup in fear.

"Calm yourself, friend, this is the gift we are all here for, at last, and we have a guest. The last thing we want to do is scare him off" an older male that had his face hidden beneath a hood spoke from one of the blue cubes that sat on the opposite side of the man who first spoke, the man's voice firm as he stated his opinion to his dark counterpart.

"Besides, it has been a millennium since we have had company. The last thing we want to do is spend even more years without any new faces around here. It has been a thousand years since the previous failure. The force tells me this child different, as seeing him not only hardens my opinion, "a female human from the only tannish cube in the room said to the other forms. Christen's eyes went wide as they could when he heard this ship was here for more than a thousand years from what the woman said.

Having decided he was already at the footsteps of death and was over the top annoyed that the first people he meets are now arguing over him. Upon seeing that this was his opening to interrupt them while the two sides were arguing as they had all taken the time of a few moments to talk with glares, with a burst of force imbued confidence, christen puffed out his chest as he presented himself to them.

"Excuse me, but when you guys are done acting like a bunch of married couples, could we talk about why you brought me here," he said with as much confidence as he could muster in the presence of raw power before him. They all turned to him, some of their faces molded with scowls and frowns, but a majority seemed delighted at the fact he was not some pushover.

"but could you tell me who you people are and what is this place before I did of exhaustion? I've been trailing the desert of this damn planet for almost ten days now, and it really like some nourishment," he finishes talking? The woman in the tan cube raised her hands, and his body seemed to grow a few centimeters in the air as he felt a filing sensation in his body, and his energy returned almost immediately,

Silence followed but was broken by a groan coming from another of the red cubes. but at the same time

"You don't know what a ship is or who we are? this slave is useless," a male human wearing old traditional robes along with a helmet that has two large horns on it. The man only grimaced as he shook his head. Christen went wide-eyed before stepping forward threateningly, he knew it was a ghost or hologram, but he was no slave.

"Say that again, you horned freak" he growled out, his fists balling up and nails digging into his hand with his renewed strength from the lady, or was it the force. The man's reaction and those with the red triangle objects smirked with what felt like darkness in its purest form.

"Good... he's perfect," the man with a strange living armor spoke out in a dark and disgusting voice. It sent surges of shivers down his spine. He has hardened himself again and answered the other accusations of the horned man.

"I have no idea who any of you are, but you can be damn sure I know what a ship is," he puffed out his chest when speaking the last line. The people in the cubic objects who were frowning while he threatened the man now wore rightful smirks.

Shaking his head towards the Horned helmet man, "What uncivilized world have we landed on? Is this still Tatooine or some back world dumpster fire? Why has the force sent us this child? He's far from a perfect specimen?" a Red skinned male dressed in gold and jewelry sneered towards the group waving his hands menacingly towards him.

The man in the blue cube spoke after a moment of tense silence.

"well, young man, as you happen to ask, we are Jedi, the guardians of peace and order. We protect and heal the suffering of the galaxy with the light side, unlike our other counterparts of those that you see before you." I spoke to a human male wearing robes with what felt like a mountain of wisdom on his shoulders.

"While we are the Sith and unlike the Jedi, we do not let such hypocritical ideals and morals chain us to the ground and weaken us like slaves like you once were, we are not afraid to embrace who we are, nor limit our studies in the mysteries of the force." He spoke to a human woman in black robes with a hood covering her eyes, but he could see his chin was scarred and her lips cut.

"Now who and what are you, young acolyte?" asks a robed man with armor and a mask with a visor.

"I am Christen Skywalker, a 16-year-old human hybrid male," Christen proudly told the ghostly figures standing around him.

"A hybrid, you say? That makes sense. I've never seen a human has eyes like yours. Could you be Miraluka by any chance?" asked a curious bald man with seemingly living armor.

"no, I'm human and yashan, and I've had these eyes all my life, and what is a Miraluka?" he asked curiously as to why he was called that and why it involved his eyes. His eyes were always an oddity and a part of him that was a sore among his life. The eyes of the holograms went wide when he said he was part yashan.

"the superior race..." the man white the visor and white robes whispered, awe evident in his voice.

The man tried to keep his whisper to himself, but loudly enough for Christen to hear with his expert hearing that his family and almost every species he had come across had seemingly lacked. The room was silent before a woman to his right lightly coughed before she beag not to speak.

"Miraluka is a force blind race that sees the energies of the force that flow through everything in the galaxy, but your eyes are... fascinating," stated the Hooded Woman

"Ok then, but that gives me another question, but what's the Force is that the weird power that I've been following and what I used to kill those men?" asked Christien innocently. And he was sincere. His question made him feel as young as Anakin.

"WHAT is the Force?! The force is pain, and the force is the focus of the galaxy. The force drives the strong and obliterates the weak like those disgusting men, and there is no life without the force! The force is a double-edged blade! Without it, one is defenseless. one powerful enough can become great, but You are one of the wretched things on the many, a thing of weakness!". The Scared man angrily stated to the young man.

After hearing the weak part of his speech, it awakened something that he only felt when he killed the man trying to rape him, his mother. Christen began to feel a significant surge of anger after all those times of being called weak, useless, being a slave that was only used to be beaten and fought over. he was not weak... he went through too much to be vulnerable.

Unknowingly Christen had started to channel the force by lifting the starship and everything around him that wasn't tied to the ground. His illuminating orange eyes began to turn into molten red until his eyes look like red suns altogether. His hands shot out orange force lightning sparks across the floor beside him.

Stunned by the display of power, even if he is inexperienced in using it, many of the ghosts of the Sith Holocrons saw him as a candidate to bring back the glory of the Sith. In contrast, their Jedi counterparts saw that the young man needed healing and guidance.

Deciding to take advantage of the situation, one of the red holocrons displaying an alien male spoke to Christen.

"you have a great potential child of the force. Come with me and a dark side, I and the other sith will train you so that you will have the power to crush your enemies."

"NO! Do not listen to him, young child. The other Jedi and I can teach you how to use your abilities to save others," a female human with braided hair said. Worry strained in his voice, her hologram trembled.

As two sides argued on who's was to train him, what he should embrace and fight for, he decided to interrupt them as he chooses what to learn. This infighting went on for almost an hour.

"Well... what if I train in both aspects of the force," he asked filled with all the curiosity and innocence of a child. This not only silenced both sides but caused them to become intrigued by this suggestion. With the sith, they saw him attempting to attain power by learning from all of them, which in their minds were traits of a powerful sith, but with the Jedi, they saw someone willing to learn more about the force, and to them, this was what a true Jedi strive for. They looked at each other and nodded in silent agreement.

"very well, the young one will train you in the ways of the Jedi," one of the Jedi Holocrons said

"and we will train you in the power of the sith," one of the sith Holocrons stated.

"thank you, my masters. May I know who you are now," he said, bowing before them—stumbling a little as he was weak and felt very odd bending the knee to others and calling them... masters.

"I am Marka Ragnos, Lord of the sith," the male human wearing traditional robes and a horned helmet from the red Holocron.

"I am Tulak Hord, the lord of hatred, master of the gathering darkness, and the 2nd lord of the sith," the armored man from the older red Holocron.

"I am Darth Traya, master of Betrayal who holds the knowledge of betrayal and has been betrayed," the woman in the dark robes with the hood covering her eyes said from the dark Holocron.

"I am Naga Sadow lord of the sith, master sith alchemist and magic," the red skin humanoid in jewelry said another red Holocron.

"I am Darth Pelagius the wise, master of the Darkside," the tall alien said from another red cube.

"I am Darth Sion, lord of pain," the scarred man from the red cube said

"I am Darth Bane, lord of the sith, creator of the Rule of Two," the bald man in living armor said.

"I am Darth Revan or Revan, Dark Lord of the sith, prodigal Jedi knight and savior of the republic," the robed man with a visor said from the white Holocron.

"I am Meetra Surik Jedi exile," the woman from a white cube said.

"I am Archahler, Barsen'thor or Warden of the Order," the man with an air of wisdom said from a blue cube.

"I am Jedi master Rajivari, founder of the Jedi order and one of the council's original members," a bald old man in robes said from a large blue cube.

"it is a pleasure you meet all my masters," Christen said. Not knowing the pain and agony his decision will bring.

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