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Chapter 7
Alen carefully lifted his eyelids. But he wasn't Alen anymore. He was Revan.
He blinked few times in order to readjust to the eyes he hasn't used for two months. In the beginning, they were a little hazy. But after a moment, he began to see normally. Feeling that he could trust his body, he slowly tried to lift himself into a sitting position.
He had to use a wall for support. His head was spinning, not allowing him to keep himself up on his own. Revan was keeping his hand on the wall in order not to fall back down on the pillow. He didn't have much time. He had to regain control over his body quickly.
When he felt the spinning starting to go away, he tried to keep sitting without any help. Slowly he retracted his hand and moved his legs from under the cover and placed them on the floor.
When his feet touched the cold floor, his head spun again. Revan brought his hands to his temples, in order to calm the spinning. He rested his elbows on his knees and wiped his face in order to get rid of the sleepiness and dizziness.
After a moment he felt the diagnostics to fade away. After it abandoned him, Revan tried to stand up. When he did, he had to again lean against the wall for support. His legs felt numb. He barely could force them to hold his weight. He slowly tried to walk against a wall. He had to do it carefully cause he almost fell to his knees. He chuckled slightly.
Who would think that, oh so mighty Revan, savior of the Republic during Mandalorian wars and later conqueror, the Dark Lord of the Sith, who almost brought the very same Republic and the Jedi Order to its knees, would be struggling to regain control over his body? Ah, sometimes the Force had some sense of humor. He chuckled again. He didn't assume, that his return will be a little complicated.
But he didn't spend the previous two months waiting, only for a little dizziness to defeat him. No. He just needed a moment to readjust to his body.
Once again he took a step forward. This time it was a little easier. He took another one. He didn't need a wall for support anymore. Revan retracted his hand.
His legs still felt a little clumsy, but slowly, they started to regain their old strength. He couldn't force them for now, he knew. Before he would start running, he had to walk a lot to gain a full control over them once again.
He cautiously walked to the table, standing in the middle of a small room. A datapad was laying on it. He carefully lifted it up and turned it on.
It contained orders. He was reassigned to the cruiser, Endar Spire. It was a flagship under the commandership of…
Revan almost fell to the floor when he read it. He was assigned under General Bastila Shan. When was she promoted to the General's rank? Do they think that I really am so stupid? He asked himself. Did the Republic or the Jedi Council know about his secret feeling towards Bastila? And if they did, have they decided to torment him?
Or maybe she asked for his reassignment? But it wouldn't have any sense. He wasn't Revan officially. He was Alen Royce for all of the Galaxy. So why was he assigned under Bastila's command?
After a minute he decided not to think about it right now. He had to focus on hiding his true self from others. Revan picked up a small mirror, laying on the table.
He didn't have his long hair anymore. He had a regular military haircut. Short, spiky hair. But they have grown back a little.
He also had a full-grown beard. Something he never liked. It was scratching him under his mask, so he always was smoothly shaved.
But now it was for his own good. After all, he was easily recognizable. But with this change of appearance, he wouldn't be drawing much of attention. Revan ran a hand through his beard.
Despite him being only twenty-four, his facial hair wasn't youthful anymore. It was a fully grown, matured beard. It was covering his cheeks and mouth and was giving him a more manlike appearance.
He decided to leave it for now. With a time he would shave it but now he had no time for it.
He had to be in the Republic hangar in around one hour. From there, a shuttle would take him to the Coruscant's orbit, where the cruiser, Endar Spire, was waiting.
Revan's thoughts trailed towards his bodyguards. He was wondering if they were executed. And if they weren't, what happened to them? Did they still remain in prison? Or were reprogrammed just like him? And if they were, what happened to them next?
Revan shook his head. He had to find them, but not now. Right now he needed to focus on his task at hand. He checked the bag, where his belongings were. Revan added to it a razor and hand mirror as well as a shaving gel.
He picked up his shoes and put them on. It was a simple soldier design, that was supposed to nullify sound of the footsteps. They were of a knee-height and had attached a piece of armor. Nothing special. A piece of metal painted orange. Shoes themselves were black, except for few spots, where they were worn out. These spots were light-gray.
He had pants on already. They were made out of a thin, yet hard material. A standard Republic orange was their color. They were fabric new. This material was very comfortable and prevented frostbites. He then picked up a shirt, which was hanging on the chair.
It was more of a vest than actual top cloth. It was made of the same material as pants, though it was pitch black. It served as an undershirt. An armor was going on top of it.
Then he proceeded to the breastplate, laying on the table. It also had a standard Republic orange color. And just as the armor on legs – it wasn't anything special.
A simple piece of metal covered in orange paint. It didn't deliver much of a protection, but certainly, it was better than nothing.
Revan strapped everything to himself and looked into his reflection in the mirror. He looked like a regular soldier of the Republic. At least he hoped so. But he didn't stand out in any way.
Once again he came up to the table and picked up his blaster rifle and the bag with his belongings. He was ready for the departure.
Bastila was sitting in her quarters in the Endar Spire. It was her first flagship, she was commanding. But right now, no one needed her so she used the spare time to meditate. Something she hasn't done for a while.
She was thinking about her mission. Revan was assigned to her ship. Alen, she corrected herself. Revan was no more. Council made sure of it.
But his memories were still in his body. They haven't disappeared together with the Dark Lord. They have remained and now her main purpose was to get an access to them.
But she couldn't. She tried few times, but she couldn't find these memories. She even couldn't enter the Bond she shared with Revan. Bastila reported it to the Council. And they have changed a strategy.
They believed that if Alen remained somewhere near the Bastila, due to the Bond she shared with Revan, his lost memories would start to come up to his subconscious. And the young Jedi General would be able to gain access to them.
She knew that it wasn't fair. This thing that the Council did to Revan. They lectured thousands of Padawans about the sanctity of all life.
And yet they killed him. They have denied all their teachings by removing his identity from his body and replacing it with someone else. But Bastila was in no position to stand against the Council. She could only comply. And now she had him under her commandership. In few hours he would be on this ship. So close and yet so far.
Bastila closed her eyes more tightly to keep tears from falling down her cheeks. Her heart was broken again. She would be seeing Revan, and yet it would be someone else. It won't be him anymore. It wouldn't be the same person, who kissed her on the plains of Dantooine. It won't be her closet friend, who helped her a lot of times in her studies. It will be a stranger.
She felt a small tear trailing down her face. She wiped it with a sleeve of her robe. But more of them started to fall.
She was crying uncontrollably. For a hundredth time since Revan's capture. She even questioned the purpose of her previous mission. Would it be better, if Revan was still in charge of the Sith Empire? Would they find any other way to defeat him? She didn't know answers to these questions. She was certain only of one thing.
The man she loved would be still alive.
Revan was walking up the loading ramp of a shuttle that was supposed to take him to Endar Spire. It was a small ship destined only for transports on a planet surface or to the orbit. It didn't even have a hyperspace drive.
The former Dark Lord sat down on a bench. The loading ramp was now shut and the ship took off. In mere minutes he would be under Bastila's command.
He smirked at this thought. Would she recognize him? Did she even remember him? He didn't know. But he hoped to find out soon.
After few minutes the ship has landed in a hangar. Revan slowly lifted himself up from the bench he was sitting on and picked up his bag and the blaster.
When the loading ramp was lowered, he stepped out of the shuttle.
The hangar was big. It could keep a lot of starfighters and a crew. It was, as practically everything in the Republic military, of orange and a light-grey color. The lights were shining brightly, though few didn't work.
He noticed someone coming up to him. A man with blond hair, in a Republic uniform, similar to his own.
"It's good to see you. I'm Trask Ulgo" the man introduced himself and extended his hand.
"My name is Alen Royce" Revan replied and took Trask's hand, shaking it. There was no point in being too suspicious. He had no intentions to stand out.
"I know already," Trask said. "I've checked your records in the database. It's good to know who are you working with" he finished.
Revan almost started to laugh.
He, of course, appreciated it. It only spoke well of a man in front of him. But he wanted to laugh for another reason.
Trask said he knew him already. But it was all a lie. His database's records were lies. So this man knew nothing of his true self.
"We'll be bunkmates" Trask continued while retracting his hand. "Come on, I'll show you the quarters you're sleeping in. Revan silently complied and followed the man before him.
Revan sighed heavily when he was left alone. Trask was a good man and soldier, from what he found out after talking to him. But he was simply too… chatty. He kept on talking for three hours before he left Revan alone.
Now he was in his quarters. Trask explained that they have shifts at different times, so they won't be seeing too much each other. Something Revan was thankful for. He always preferred privacy.
Their quarters had cameras, so any usage of the Force was impossible. He didn't want to risk being seen by someone. He tossed his bag onto the bed and walked to the imitation of a refresher. It contained a sonic shower. Nothing more. Perfect, water is out of my reach now, he thought. Any thoughts of working out had abandoned him as well. First of all, he still had no strength to do a simple exercise, and second, lack of the running water would make cleaning the sweat impossible. And in consequences, he would stink, while Bastila was somewhere on this ship. He couldn't allow himself to stink in her presence.
Revan decided to take a walk. He didn't have straight orders of what to do when he wasn't on shift. And learning few things about the ship was certainly a good idea.
With that in mind, he left his quarters. He had only a small knife, tucked into his belt, as a mean of self-defense. Revan put his hands into his pockets and began his 'tour'.
Through the next two hours, Revan got quite familiar with the ship. He knew how to get to the escape pods in the fastest way possible from his quarters. The armory was something, he saw only from afar – he wasn't allowed to enter it.
Now he was heading to the cantina. The lunchtime was beginning to approach, and Revan was in a mood for something good to eat.
Not watching where he was going, he stumbled upon a soldier. He was used to the people coming out of his way.
"Watch your steps, soldier" a voice said. Revan almost leaned against the wall when he heard this voice and saw who it was, he stumbled upon.
It was no one other than Rex. His Rex, one of his bodyguards. Revan quickly regained his posture and looked around. No one was seen in the corridor and the cameras weren't turned in their direction. It was a perfect opportunity. Later it could not happen again.
"Hello Rex" he replied. The man looked at him in confusion.
"Look I don't know how you know me, but if you…" he started but was cut off by Revan.
The former Dark Lord took out his hand from the pocket and waved it in front of the soldier's face. The man's eyes hazed for a moment and he was standing without moving for good two minutes.
And then his eyes regained their focus. Rex blinked few times and looked at the man before him.
"General" he saluted. Revan smirked. The Republic could not make it any easier for him, could they? He reclaimed one of his most trusted men. He would need him, as well as two others, to go on with whatever plan he had.
"It's good to see you again, Rex. But I'm not General. At least not formally" Revan replied. "Right now I'm a soldier, just like you, and my name is Alen Royce and that's how you will refer to me for now," he said. He didn't want to be discovered by some unwary comments.
"Of course, Alen," Rex said, trying the new name on his tongue. It was… difficult to refer to Revan by the different name. But he knew what was going on, and understood, that it was for their own good to keep a low profile.
"Very well" Revan answered, smiling lightly under his nose. "Now, are Fox and Wolfie on this ship as well?" he asked. If yes, then it was a childish play for him already.
Rex nodded in response. Revan's smile grew wider at that.
"Good. So, would you mind taking me to them? It would be good to reunite with them as well" the former Dark Lord pleased. Rex again just nodded and started to walk towards the living quarters. Lunch can wait a bit, Revan stated.
Rex, Fox, and Wolfie were staring at their leader. They were sitting in their living quarters.
"So what's the plan?" Fox asked.
"As for now, we are in no position to do anything" Revan started, his arms crossed on his chest. "We don't have much of a choice than to adjust to the current situation. We need to keep a low profile. Standing out on anyway won't be good for us" he finished.
"And do you have any idea of what to do?" Wolfie asked.
"First of all, we will have to find a way out of this ship. If we want to do anything, then we must get away from the Republic's eyes. And that's all I come up with right now" Revan responded. Truly, they were in no position. They were like a rounded, cornered prey.
But they weren't defeated. Not yet. The Jedi Council made a huge mistake, letting them out of their eyes. A mistake, the four men had to exploit.
The first step was done. They were together again. Fully aware of their surroundings and what was going on. Now they just had to adjust to the situation they were in.
Bastila was sitting in the cantina, at the table with Carth Onasi – a Republic officer. She was eyeing her meal without appetite. Her companion, on the other hand, was eating like it would be the last food in his life.
"What is it, Bastila?" he asked. Carth was one of not so many people, who called her by name. Most of the crew referred to her as 'General' or 'Captain'. But Carth was someone, who, she thought, she could call almost a friend.
But they weren't that close though. She used to have three friends. And now, one of them has vanished somewhere in the Galaxy after being sent into exile. The second one was in charge of the Sith Empire. And the last one, her best friend, and lover was…dead, she realized.
But Carth was a good companion. Someone, who actually listened to her and not to the 'General' or a 'Jedi with battle meditation', no. He was listening to the Bastila Shan.
"Nothing. I'm just… tired" she lied. Telling the truth would be senseless. Would he believe her? That the Dark Lord was on this ship and she had to gain access to his lost memories, would he believe in it? She didn't think so.
After all, her mission wasn't top secret without a reason. No one, except the Council and the Jedi who accompanied her on the quest of capturing Darth Revan, knew of his current state. For the Republic and most of the Jedi Order, Darth Revan was dead.
Revan was eyeing himself in the mirror. After his 'reunion' with Rex, Fox, and Wolfie, he returned to his quarters in order to shave. The beard has started to annoy him.
Now he looked more like his former self, but he didn't care. Galaxy was big. Different people lived in it. And they could have a different appearance.
He ran his hand through his hair. For two months, they have grown a little. They were still short, but he was able to pull them backward. And that's what he did.
Now he looked more like himself, than Alen.
Abandoning all thoughts about his true and fake identity, he walked out of his room and headed towards the cantina. His men were supposed to wait for him already.
Bastila was sitting in silence. Carth didn't say anything to her and she was thankful for that. She was in no mood for talks.
The doors to cantina opened with a hiss and a group of four men walked in. Bastila's heart skipped a bit when she saw who was amongst them.
There, at the front, was Revan. Alen, she corrected herself. And he was with those, who were his personal bodyguards, during his reign as the Dark Lord.
She saw his image in the database, of course. But he made few changes to his face.
First of all, he was shaved. It made him look a year or two younger than he was in the reality.
The second change was his hair. He didn't let them fall on his forehead anymore. He had them pulled backward. They weren't as long as two months ago, but still, he looked much like his former self.
At this, a question rose in Bastila's head. Has he started to regain his memories?, she asked herself. She began to panic. What if his true identity started to come up? What should she do in that case?
Strangely, she realized, she wouldn't do anything. She frowned as the realization dawned on her. Two sides were having a conflict inside her.
The first side was her mind. It screamed that she should warn the Council in order not to put their mission in danger. Her mind clearly said that she should watch Rev-, Alen, she corrected herself again. And if she saw anything suspicious, she should report it to the Masters.
On the other hand was her heart. It whispered gently to her, that if Revan returns, then she would reclaim her beloved one. That everything would be the way it should have been. With her at his side, carrying their child in her arms.
It was an image that for the first time appeared in her head after theirs kiss on Dantooine. It was a vision, that, if fulfilled, meant she broke the Jedi Code.
But this thought was very tempting.
A loud laughter brought her back to presence. It was his laughter. When was the last time she has heard Revan laughing?
But it's not him, a voice in her head whispered. She shut her eyes to prevent tears from falling. She couldn't believe how often she was actually crying. It made her feel weak.
Bastila reopened her eyes and placed them on Alen. He was sitting at the table at the far end of the cantina. He was talking about something with his companions. Something incredibly funny, what would explain the burst of laughter coming from their table.
She watched as her former lover stood up from his place and picked up a plate he was eating from. He carried it to the window, where the food was being given to the crew of the ship.
When he was coming back to his place, Bastila saw something that caused her blood to boil.
A female Republic officer came up to Rev-, Alen and started to chat with him. Bastila watched intensively as this woman started to crack jokes with the former Dark Lord and even flirt with him.
Something twitched violently in Bastila when this 'intruder' bent down from laughter and used her hands to support herself, by accident placing them on Alen's chest.
Bastila never before was so angry, as in that moment. She used every bit of her self-control, she could find, to keep herself from advancing on this woman and delivering her a simple message.
If Rev-, Alen, couldn't belong to Bastila, then no woman had a right to him.
She watched in almost uncontrollable rage, as this woman smiled knowingly at her former lover and told something with her face close to his, her arms still resting on his chest.
And then something unimaginable has happened. Alen stiffened, straightened himself up, said something and went back to the table he was sitting at previously. Bastila didn't know what to think.
First of all, it could be her imagination and she could simply misunderstand what she just saw.
But if it was what she thought it was, then she felt a relief. Her former lover has rejected that woman.
"Juno!" Carth's voice brought Bastila back to presence. She watched as the woman who was speaking with Alen previously, came to the table they were sitting at. Bastila fought with all her power, not to kill this woman.
"What, the hell, was that?" Carth asked. At this, so called, Juno only smirked.
"Well, I wanted to know this new one a little better" she answered in a playful tone that made Bastila clench her fists under the table. "He looks nice, so why not to try?" she added. At this point, young Jedi was reciting the Code almost out loud.
"So what happened?" Carth continued.
"Oh, he said that he had to do a workout" Juno replied with a sad face. Bastila almost laughed when she heard that. That was something that hasn't changed in Revan. Even as a Padawan, he spent a lot of time on workouts. This Alen – wasn't so different after all.
Bastila sighed when Juno left their table. She cast her eyes towards the place, where her former lover was previously. But he was gone now.
She sighed again. It was going to be a long mission.
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