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Chapter 6
Two months had passed since Revan's death and the Alen Royce's birth. But it gave nothing to the Republic.
Malak, the new Dark Lord, wasn't worse than his predecessor. The Sith were still rampaging across the Galaxy, never being defeated. It was only a matter of time before they move to the Core Worlds. Capturing of Darth Revan didn't stop the Empire in their war. Only one thing has changed.
When Revan was in charge, the worlds were being only conquered. Now they were being destroyed. Malak was continuing what he started on Telos IV. He was turning planets into dust just for the sake of destruction. Revan, at least, didn't erase entire species from the face of the Galaxy.
And the war still was going downhill for the Republic. Malak's secret weapon still hasn't been found and his armada was endless.
Even Bastila's battle meditation wasn't giving any results. Their enemies simply outnumbered them.
The Republic and the Jedi Order was desperate again. Nothing seemed to give any results. They had Revan, of course, but only his body. And his body was pointless without the information he possessed.
But this information was there. And they had to find a way to get access to them. Though they simply didn't know how to do it. There was only one possibility, though it was very risky. But it was worth the risk if it worked.
Alen Royce was sitting in his room in the Republic's barracks. He was reading the new set of orders, he just received. He was being transported to the cruiser, Endar Spire. Up to this time, he served on the Harbinger as a simple trooper.
His sudden reassignment surprised Alen. But he could do nothing than just to comply the orders. He was no one. A single trooper. One of the millions in the Republic's army. With a small shrug of his shoulders, he started to pack his things.
He didn't have a lot to pack. Some spare clothes, a few credit chips, a toothbrush and his identity card. And his rifle of course. A simple blaster. It wasn't something great, but still better than nothing.
Alen sat down back on his bed. Tomorrow in the morning he would be taken to the Endar Spire.
The Republic soldier shut his eyes and brought his hands to his temples. A headache was something he had very often. A pulsing pain inside of his skull. He contacted medics in this matter and they told him that it can be due to an accident he took part in not that long time ago.
Strangely he didn't remember this accident. He barely remembered anything from his life, except the past two months. Other memories seemed… distant to him.
And here's another one thing. His whole body seemed distant to him. Like he was a stranger, living in someone else's body. And it was worrying him. The medics had no answer to it. They simply said that it would pass. Alen just accepted their response and waited for this feeling to stop.
But it didn't. If anything, it was only reinforcing itself with each day. He knew plenty of foreign languages. But he didn't remember learning them. He knew a lot of combat styles, as well as computer programming. But he didn't remember learning it either. He only remembered this, what happened in the past two months.
Alen just shook his head a little in order for pain to pass by. He lifted himself up from his bed and walked up to the table. He took some painkilling as well as sleeping pills and drank a glass of water. After that, he returned to his bed and decided to fall asleep. He had to wake up early the next morning.
He was waiting. Patiently. Hidden far from the Jedi's reach. And he was watching.
He watched from a distance as his body was being habited by some stranger. He had to make him go away. Or join caused him to feel uneasy in his body. He sent a lot of subtle questions to the strange identity, as well as a headache, meanwhile preparing himself for the return. He made sure to mask his presence in the Force. If the Jedi felt him, he wouldn't be so lucky as the last time.
But, despite what the Council thought about him, he was patient. He could outmatch most of the Jedi Master in this matter. He had a lot of time to learn patience after all.
And his waiting was finally rewarded. He was prepared to come back two months ago but the Jedi were watching him. They watched if some of his identity didn't return. So he had to wait.
And now the Jedi weren't spying on him anymore. They believed that they have managed to defeat him. But they were far from it.
Revan watched intensively as his body was being laid on the bed by a stranger. Now was the time to fulfill his plan.
Alen was standing in a middle of the room, being lit by the one light from above. He cautiously looked around.
He saw a man pinned to the interrogation table. His arms and legs were restrained and he had a neural disruptor around his neck. He was wearing the remains of what seemed to be a white shirt. His whole upper body was covered in blood and bruises as well as the gashes.
His hair was a mess. They were falling on his face, hiding it. Long, black strands were now soaked up in a sweat and blood.
A man walked up to the interrogation table. He was wearing a yellow armor with a helmet that covered his features. A Mandalorian, Alen was caring a knife.
Alen was staring helplessly as the man neared the interrogation table. He noticed as a prisoner pinned to it, shivered when he heard the heavy footsteps.
"I have a question I would like you to answer," Mandalorian asked, running his knife through the other person's chest, making a new wound on his already broken body. The man only shivered at the cold sensation of a sharp metal against his skin. But he said nothing. "It was said to me that you're are THE Revan. The only one who had guts to stand against us. The only worthy of us opponent. But I realized that you're not him. You're an imposter. Revan would never allow himself to get caught. Revan would fight to his death. And you did not. So I ask you. Who are you? And why you're claiming to be someone you're not? Why are you wearing his mask and armor?" Mandalorian finished. Alen was staring blankly. He heard about Revan, of course. But this? This certainly wasn't him. It was a mere imposter. Revan was, after all, invincible during the conflict with the Mandalorians.
"You say nothing?" the man in a yellow armor continued, as his 'guest' didn't respond. "Well then, I think that I'll force it out from you," he said and hit the prisoner in his midsection. He cried out from pain and twitched violently as his inner organs were being crushed by a heavy punch. And in his shaking, the hair has fallen from his face, revealing it. He had Alen's face.
Alen did nothing as the image around him suddenly changed. He didn't understand it. He clearly saw himself pinned to the interrogation table. Was it an accident the medics told him about? No, it couldn't be. The Mandalorian wars ended over four years ago.
Now he watched as the same man in yellow armor was sitting at the table. This time he had his helmet taken off. He was eating something that looked like a steak. But Alen wasn't sure.
He noticed a shape entering the room they were in. He didn't see who it was though. Shadow was hiding this person. The only detail Alen saw, was a knife.
The person came up to the Mandalorian and pushed him against the table, holding his knife to his throat. The very same knife the prisoner was being tortured with.
"You want to know why I was wearing Revan's mask and armor? I'll tell you then. Because I. Am. REVAN" the person whispered into his ear and sliced his throat.
Alen watched as this person lifted himself up from the man laying on the table. He was now fully lit by the light hanging from the ceiling. Alen's breath died in his throat.
This man looked exactly like him. The only difference was that the man's face was covered in bruises and his beard was much shorter than Alen's. And his hair was much longer than the Republic's trooper.
But his face looked exactly the same. Revan had a long cut, where Alen had a scar. Their eyes were of the same color. The same emerald green orbs. He was staring at them. And then everything went black.
Alen found himself in a room made out of glass. He didn't know where he was. Stars were visible through the transparent panels that made floor, walls and the ceiling. After a while he realized, he was in space.
And someone was with him. A man in a dark-brown armor and a black cape. It was pinched to the breastplate by small straps. Around his midsection was hanging a hoop. Four bands were coming out of it. Two of them were connected to the leather belt he was wearing on his hips, while the other two circled man's legs and disappeared behind them. From his belt hanged out small, metallic, silver circles. To two of them were attached handles of the lightsabers. The long red band was falling down in the front of the man's legs. He was also wearing red gauntlets on his forearms and black gloves on his hands. His hood was put on. But the most recognizable was his mask.
Through over the years, it has turned into a symbol. A relic almost. For some, it was a symbol of hope, for others – of doom.
A dull gray mask with some red marks and a black vizier. It was covering his face, but Alen could feel eyes of the person behind that mask on himself. Even if he never saw him before 'face to face' he knew who was this man. He has grown into some kind of legend even. But why did he appear in Alen's dream? He did not know.
"Who are you?" the Republic soldier asked the man standing in front of him. It was a pointless question of course since he knew perfectly well who this person was. But how differently he could start a conversation? 'Hi Revan, why are you in my dream?' Yea, this would be perfect, he thought with sarcasm.
"I think that it's ME who should be asking this question" Revan answered. "After all, you are the stranger here" he added. Alen frowned.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Answer my question and I'll answer yours" Revan responded. Alan was watching him cautiously.
"I am Alen Royce, a Republic soldier" he introduced himself, but his name sounded strange to him. Almost as it wasn't his own one.
"Ah, so you think so," Revan said with a hiss. "Well, ALEN, now I can answer your question. You see, I didn't bring you here without a reason" he started. Alen wanted to say something but Revan has silenced him with his hand. "Other questions later. Well, believe it or not, I know very well who you are. I've been watching you for the past two months and…" he was explaining but Alen interrupted his speech.
"Revan is dead. He died two months ago" he snorted.
"Two months ago, is it?" Revan asked. "Don't you find it strange that your life from before these two months seems… distant to you? Haven't you felt like an outsider in your own body?" this time it was he who was asking the questions.
Alen only nodded. He knew perfectly well what this man was talking about, though he never found it strangely coincidental. He never thought about the possible connection between Revan's death and his problems with memory.
"I've shown you my memories. Haven't you found the similarities between my face wound and your scar? Isn't it strange that our faces looked practically the same?" Revan was asking and Alen had no response. He didn't want to let these words sink into his mind.
"You have many abilities and skills. Though you don't remember learning them. Your memories of your past life seem distant to you. As they were not yours. You know it" he continued. Alen shook his head.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" he responded. "I am Alen Royce, a Republic trooper born on Deralia. I've been in the military for seven years now" he said but these words weren't convincing even himself.
Revan said nothing at this sudden outburst. He just lowered his hood and removed his mask. Alen gasped in shock.
He was staring at his own face again that night. There were two differences. He had short hair, a military cut, while Revan had long ones, pulled backward. Alen had also a full-grown beard, while the person in front of him was smoothly shaved. But except these differences, they looked pretty much the same.
A scar started on both of their faces above their left eye, going through the nose, and stopping over the right corner of their mouths.
Their eyes were the same color. The same, deep, emerald green orbs.
Their lips were similarly thin. They had a neutral color. Not livid, but at the same time, not fiercely red.
Their eyebrows had the same shape and color. They were black and had a wave shape.
Even their bodies looked similarly. They both had a V-like chest and lean, yet packed, arms. They even held the same pose. A stance of the predator. One waiting for his prey and preparing to advance on it.
Alen was now struggling to keep standing on his feet, truth downing upon him. Why didn't he remember the 'accident' from before two months? Why his life from before this event seemed so unreal to him? Why didn't he remember Revan's death? Finally, why did he look just like the man in front of him?
The truth was simple, but at the same time, complicated. Highly he was Revan, then why was he turned into someone else?
"I know what you're thinking right now. After all, we are the very same person. I am you, and you are me. If you allow me, I'll show you an answer on every question that's bothering you in this moment" Revan broke the silence. Then the scenery around them has changed.
They were now in the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. In the Council's chambers. They were watching as the Jedi Masters were sitting around one man who was lying unconscious in the middle of the room.
"Revan is too dangerous to be kept alive. Though his memories are still useful for us" one of the Masters spoke. It was a woman with white hair, pale skin, and equally white robes. Other Masters only nodded at it.
"That's why we need to change his mind. We must replace his identity with the one loyal to the Republic. His memories should be within Bastila's reach thanks to her Bond she shares with him" another Master has spoken. He was an old man with grey hair and regular brown robes. Again other Masters only nodded.
The scenery has changed again. The person, who previously was in the middle of the Council's chambers, was laying on the bed in the medical bay.
"He's not Revan anymore" the white woman spoke. "Right now it is Alen Royce. And that's what you are going to tell him when he wakes up" she said to the medics, handing them a small datapad. They complied by taking it. The Jedi Master left the medical bay.
The scenery has changed again and they were back in a glass room in the middle of space.
"Now you see what the Jedi Council did to me" Revan spoke. "They wiped me out from my mind and replaced me with you. I don't blame you though. It wasn't your choice. You're a victim, just as I am. After all, we are one. I am you from before the past two months, and you are me from the last sixty days. Accept it. Cause this is the truth" Revan finished and was eyeing Alen patiently.
He, on the other hand, didn't know what to think. He was deceived. The Republic lied to him and he was a mere puppet in the Order's hands. And here suddenly appeared Revan. Telling that they are one being. That seemed ridiculous, but after what he has just seen, he believed it. To some point.
Revan got closer to Alen. Now he was standing two meters away from him.
"I ask you again, stranger" he started. "Who are you?" the question hung in the air.
Alen lifted his eyes and placed them on the man before him. They were even of the same height. And now in his orbs was found determination that wasn't there before.
"I. Am. REVAN" he spoke in the same tone as the Revan from the memory he saw earlier. The man before him has only smirked.
Suddenly their bodies started to get closer to each other, being pulled by an invisible force. When they touched one another, their bodies began to coalesce.
When the process has finished, only one person remained. Clad in the armor and a cape. With short, spiky hair and a full grown beard. He smiled under his nose.
He has returned.
Okay, guys, that's all for this chapter I hope you enjoyed my version of Revan (or Alen at this point) regaining his true identity. Personally, I don't like the canon in this matter, I always liked the version, when Revan found out earlier who he was. And if you do like it then make sure to add this story to your 'favorites', follow me, so you can know when the update comes out, and write a comment. Once again I want to say thanks to two guys: Aggiefan15 and JourneyRocks13. They are writing reviews to each chapter and they boost my ego :D. But still, I want to ask all the rest of you to write a comment. It doesn't take a lot of time and its free and it can help me as an author. See you soon guys!
