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Chapter 4

He didn't know how much time he spent in his cell. Was it a week? Or a month? Or maybe just a single day? He truly had no idea.

The Jedi Council interrogated him once. And it seemed to happen ages ago. Or maybe only a day before? He did not know.

Only once he was so lost in keeping a track of time. When he was a Mandalore's captive. He spent a month as a prisoner. Or maybe only a week? Ah, he didn't care.

Not the past was important, but the present. He had no idea that the Jedi Council would allow for such treatment of a person. All life is sacred. These words stung his mind. Whenever someone uses them again in his presence, he would cut out his tongue and make him eat it.

But these weren't Jedi who caused that he was currently in such great pain. No, it was the Republic soldiers who tortured him. They even weren't asking any questions. They only bit him to pass out. And then they woke him up. And the cycle continued.

He didn't have any broken bones though. His 'hosts' weren't using any rods or knifes or anything like that, no.

They were using force whips.

Something much worse than a simple tool. It was ripping his skin apart. And with each hit, the bolt of electricity coursed through his body. He didn't know that the Republic would be able to use such sophisticated methods. Even he didn't play with his prisoners in that way. And when he did, he at least asked them some questions.

And they were doing it just for fun. Perhaps out of vengeance? The Jedi Code didn't keep their emotions at bay. They didn't have to follow Council's orders.

Well, at least he got the answer for one question. The usage of the table and the chair that were standing in his cell. His torturers were sitting nearby it, and they were eating there. How long has it been, since he had some food in his mouth? He didn't remember. He was getting only water in order not to dehydrate. But it was in small portions. The required minimum.

His companions were tortured as well. But for much less scale. After all, they were nothing, compared to him. He was the mastermind. He held the biggest secrets of his former Empire. But the Republic soldiers didn't ask for them.

After each 'session' he was taken care of by the medics. So he accidentally didn't die in the process.

And that made his sufferings much more terrible.

He couldn't cut himself out of his body to not feel any pain. The neural disruptor didn't allow for such an act of mercy.

The door to the prison's room opened with a hiss and few people came in. These time they weren't soldiers though.

It was a Temple Guard.

An elite unit of Force Users, that was meant to keep an order in the Jedi Temple.

The force field of his cell disappeared and two men came up to him. He cast them an absent glance and said nothing when they lifted him from the floor he was laying on. Caging him back to the wall was pointless. He wouldn't run away at this state. Actually, he could do nothing with his muscles trembling all the time.

Rex, Fox, and Wolfie watched helplessly as their General was being taken away. Threats would be for nothing. They knew it.

First time in their lifetime they saw their leader so broken. His cries of pain were something they were forced to listen. And they couldn't do anything. They could only stare. And listen.

The door to the prison closed and they were left alone. None of them said anything. They were only wondering if this was the last time they saw Revan.


Revan collapsed on the marble floor of the Council's room, in the very same place the Temple Guard left him. His hands and legs were still chained and now, they were also pinned to the small metal circle, that was poking out of the floor. Normally it was easy to pull it out. But not after days of not eating and being tortured.

"Perhaps now you will know your place" Atris' cold voice broke the silence. Revan could only stare blankly at her. He couldn't focus his vision but he could easily connect the voice with the person.

Was it a purpose of his never-ending torture? To make him kneel before the Council? He noticed that the way he was located, forced him to actually kneel before them. The greatest humiliation he ever witnessed.

"I guess that you made a good usage of the time and rethought your behavior? You always liked to learn from any source of knowledge so consider it to be just another lesson" this time it was Master Vrook who spoke. And again Revan could do nothing. His body was still slightly shaking after a number of electric bolts he took. His breath was shattered and his muscles refused to listen to him.

"Will you be cooperative now?" Atris spoke again. Rest of the Council was only staring at him. It wasn't a good method but it was necessary. Revan's head bowed a little and then he lifted it up. An affirmative nod.

"Very well then" Atris spoke again and gave a subtle sign for other Council's members. As one they entered Dark Lord's mind.


Even with the neural disruptor, he could feel them. And most of all he felt the pain that was caused by a presence of so many people. His mind was raided again. And again he had nothing to say about it.


The Council members found themselves in something that looked like a library. A very same library they had in the Temple.

On the shelves laid small cubes. Holocrons. They were surprised. It couldn't be easier anymore. It's like Revan helped them to gain access to his own memories.

Master Vrook was at the front of the Jedi Masters. He cautiously walked up to the nearest cube and reached out a hand to take it. And then the unimaginable happened.

From a corner came out the only creature in the Galaxy, the Jedi feared. A Terentatek. Years before, a great hunt was held in order to wipe them out from the face of the Galaxy. But it was Revan's mind, not Galaxy.

They stared blankly at the creature. It was coming for them. Instinctively the Council members reached out for their lightsabers.

But they didn't have them.

Then, in turn, they tried to make usage of the Force.

But they couldn't gain access to it as well.

They turned around in order to head in the opposite direction. But then another Terentatek came out from behind the shelves.

They frantically looked around. They were surrounded. Five ancient creatures were heading in their direction. And they had nothing to fight them of.

And then a voice pierced their ears. It was a laughter. A cold, evil laughter that sent shivers down their spines. It was Revan's laughter.

When the Masters fought that they were in the trap without a way out, they felt it. A presence of the Force. They quickly made use of it and retreated from Dark Lord's mind. They couldn't accept the fact that only because of his will, they managed to escape.


The Council was silent. They had no idea what to think about what they had just witnessed. Revan was not only able to defend himself – that's something they actually expected. But they didn't think he would be able to defeat them. With a neutral disruptor around his neck at this matter.

One by one they looked on Revan. He still was in his position but something has changed. His lips were curved in the small smile. That's all that muscles in his body could allow for.

Nothing, except Revan's shattered breathing, broke the silence. Council had no idea what to do.

Atris was the first one to regain her voice.

"I see that you have learned nothing from the past week," she said with the same cold tone. Week? Was it only a week? It seemed to him like a month at least. Atris nodded to the Guards standing at the door. They came up to take Revan away.

"Is… is that ho… how you value al… all life?" he muttered. He didn't know where he found the strength to speak. His tongue was protesting in the process.

The Council stated at him blankly. No one expected him to say anything. Their plan was to make him weak, so he couldn't resist them. And here he was. Speaking. Even if stuttering at each word.

"Yo… You th… th… think tha… that you c… can make me t… t… to ob… bay y… your wi… will?" he managed to ask. With every word, his tongue seemed to be more cooperative. Revan was still shaking slightly but it has lessened.

Again it was Atris who spoke first.

"Your arrogance knows no borders, I see. You still are the very same cocky person you used to be as a Padawan" she said with a venom in her voice.

"Arrogance?" he asked with a smirk. He wasn't stuttering anymore. Numbness finally escaping him. "If there is someone who deserves to be called arrogant it is you, Atris, and the entire Council as well. You are arrogant hypocrites. You always told of fear as something that can lead us down to the Dark Side. And yet you were afraid to act when the Mandalorians have attacked. You dare to say that you value all life. And yet, when Meetra returned to you after MalachorV, you exiled her. Where were you when we asked you for help? Where were you when Alek came to you and begged for reinforcements when I was captured? I'll tell you where you were. You remained hidden in your Temple. Safe in these ancient walls. You say you find all life sacred? Then why you called me a 'casualty of war' and refused to help as I was being kept as Mandalore's prisoner?" he spat with anger. The Council was taken aback at his sudden outburst. Previously, when he talked with them, he was teasing them and was testing their self-control. But now he was charging them. That's something that the Council wasn't prepared for.

No one before dared to speak to them with such tone. Not even the Supreme Chancellor. And yet here he was. Broken, almost dead, talking with such confidence and strength.

"You said that something greater was laying behind the Mandalorians. And you were right. And it was me who found it. And when I contacted you in this matter, you called me a traitor to the Republic and the Jedi Order and named me Darth Revan" he added with anger now burning in his eyes. Though still, they remained green. They haven't turned into golden color.

"What are you talking about?" this time it was Nomi Sunrider who spoke. She was one of the few Masters Revan actually respected.

"What, Vrook and Atris kept this a secret?" he asked with a mockery in his tone. "It's not good to keep such fact a secret" he addressed mentioned earlier Masters. His lips curled up in an ironic smile.

Atris and Vrook remained silent at his remark. They couldn't allow him for further talk.

"And I'll tell you one last thing. When you will finally toss me away like a trash, and your precious Order will fall to dust, I'll be there. Staring at your blindness and arrogance, while you will be trying desperately to keep yourself alive. The True Sith are coming, Atris. And you won't stop them" he said with something coming close to a madness in his voice.

The Grandmaster of the order had heard enough. She used the Force to put Revan unconscious and mentioned to the Guards to take him away.

When Revan was taken away, Atris looked into the eyes of the Council members. Now things became complicated.


Atris and Vrook watched as the entire Council was lying asleep. They didn't want to do it. They truly didn't. But it was a necessity. A smaller evil serving for a greater good, they reasoned themselves.

Two Jedi Masters put rest of the Council asleep after Revan was taken away. They couldn't allow their companions to know what caused the Dark Lord to take the path he was walking now. Atris and Vrook erased what happened in the Council's chambers from other Masters' minds. And instead, they placed a false memory. One in which Revan wasn't cooperative and they all agreed to go to the plan B. And they hoped that the Dark Lord wasn't prepared for that.


Bastila's peace, that she achieved in the Room of the Thousands Fountains was now shattered. She felt Revan.

Through their Bond, she could feel everything that was happening to him, even though he had a neural disruptor. And for that she was thankful. It helped to lessen the amount of pain, that was being transported to their mind from the Dark Lord's one.

You betrayed me. His words echoed in her mind. Bastila found herself again on the edge of tears. She knew exactly what was happening to Revan and she couldn't believe, that the Council allowed it.

She felt every splash of a whip, every bolt of electricity. She felt hunger, that Revan felt and his pain when the Masters entered his mind. She felt everything. Lessened thousand times. But still, she felt it. And she could only imagine, what Revan was going through.


Revan was waking up slowly. But now it wasn't due to a bucket of water, splattered against his face. He also didn't feel pain, he always felt after regaining his consciousness. Dark Lord looked around the room he was in.

He was back in his cell. Exhausted. Three people were staring at him intensively.

"What happened, my Lord?" Rex spoke. They haven't spoken for days now. Revan was always or tortured, or unconscious. It was a first time in a week, they had an occasion to chat.

"I think that Jedi ran out of patience," he said. His voice wasn't failing him anymore. He could finally remain in peace for a little bit.

"They are going to kill me" he added quietly. At this, all three of his companions got up on their feet.

"But you've said that…" Fox started but was silenced by Revan holding out his hand.

"I know what I've said" he answered. "But the Jedi are no longer what I thought they were". Revan finished with a resigned sigh.

"You're not safe as well" he added after a moment of silence. "You're going to be punished just like me. I'm sorry I got you into it". Rex, Fox, and Wolfie were staring at their leader. Fear for their lives started to make its way towards their minds.


Bastila was watching blankly the Jedi Council. They haven't said what she just heard, have they? She had to mishear.

"I'm sorry Masters, I think I didn't understand well what you've just said" she responded to the Council.

Atris was patient. She has managed to regain her self-control shortly after Revan disappeared from her eyes.

"We've decided that Revan is too dangerous to be kept alive" she repeated. And when they do, they will toss me away like a trash. There will be no Darth Revan or even Revan. There will be only a memory of me. And it's all thanks to you. His words were loud in her mind. She felt tears stinging her eyes. But she had to hold them back. At least now. She planned to cry out into her pillow after she came back to her room.

This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. The Jedi didn't act this way.

"But the Code says that…" she started but was cut off by her Master.

"There are some situations when the Code doesn't come in hand. And this is one of them" Vrook spoke.

She couldn't believe what she's just heard. Her Master ignoring the Code? It had to be a dream!

But it wasn't. The Council has made its decision. And it's all thanks to you. These words won't stop haunting her. She knew it.

"And we need your presence when we will put an end to the Revan's threat," Atris told. "Your Force Bond might be very helpful in this act".

Bastila could not believe it. The Council wanted to kill Revan, and she would have to be at their side? Helping them? She couldn't do it. But she also couldn't find words to protect herself from it.

"You're dismissed, Padawan" Vrook said. Padawan.Revan always called her by her name, or he came up with some nicknames. But her Master did not. He only referred to her as 'Padawan', 'child', 'kid' and 'young one'. He never called her by name.

Bastila spun around on her heel and left the Council's chambers. She was torn apart. She really had no idea what to do or think about it. Only one thing was certain. Revan is going to be no more.


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