20th chapter woho! I don't know yet how many chapters I will write, but I suppose it will be together around 50 or so. And I'm already thinking about the sequel (since, as the title says, this story contains the events of the game, and I want to write what happened next) and even a prequel XD. But first, let's finish this story, and not talk about the others, cause we are not even in the half of this one XD So, right now, have a good time reading the another chapter.

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Chapter 19

"How do you feel, kid?" Revan asked Mission, as he entered the room. She hid in the furthest piece of the ship. The blue Twi'lek was sitting on the bed with her chin resting on her knees. She wrapped her arms around her legs and watched with an unseeing sight the wall in front of her. She hadn't reacted at the sudden presence in the quarters. Revan stated, that it would be best to try to help her. After all, not every day you see your homeworld being destroyed.

"Huh? Oh… sorry" she said, after she realized, that the man was waiting for the response. "I was just thinking about Taris. I still can't believe it's gone! I mean, I grew up there and now it's… it's… it's just gone!" she said, hiding her face further into her knees. Revan has managed to notice a small tear, that ran down her cheek.

The former Dark Lord came closer to the blue Twi'lek and embraced her with his arm. This action surprised not only Mission but also Revan. He didn't consider himself to be compassionate. And yet, here he was. Comforting a girl, who has just witnessed the destruction of her own home.

Spending so much time with Carth and Bastila has done something terrible to me, he thought. But after a moment, he rethought that. There was nothing bad in cheering someone. And it didn't lessen his reputation of the Dark Lord. Everyone deserved some sort of comfort in life.

He replied nothing, at what Mission said. He just kept embracing her. After a moment, he felt her relaxing. Now she was cuddling into him, pressing her face into his shirt. Revan felt something wet on his chest. He looked down at the girl in his arms and saw, even more, tears coming from her eyes and soaking through his shirt.

They kept sitting like that for good ten minutes. Revan didn't as much as flinch, while Mission kept crying. She was trying to hold back her tears but failed miserably. She was trembling and sobbed lightly. Her hand found its way to the Revan's neck. She pressed her tighter to the older man. After a moment, she began to calm down.

"Thanks, Alen," she said after dozen or so minutes of silence, broken only by her crying. "I needed that, I think" with that, she drew back her head, and wiped the remaining tears with her sleeve. She pulled her hand form Revan's neck and moved away from the man. The former Dark Lord stood up.

"We'll be approaching the Dantooine very soon" he announced. Mission only nodded. Revan stated, that his task in here was done. He walked out of the quarters, where the blue Twi'lek was hiding. He passed the doors only to be stopped by Bastila. He frowned. How has he not sensed her?

She watched him with a concern in her eyes. The young Jedi Padawan held her arms crossed on her chest. Bastila was standing in the narrow corridor, not allowing Revan to pass her by.

"What you've just done was…" she started, searching for the right word. "It was… good" she said. Revan rose one of his brows in a mocking way. Good? Is that the only thing, that she has managed to cough up?

"Is that all you have to say?" he asked. He had no intention to talk with her. He still was exhausted after the events of Taris. And his nine-hour sleep didn't bring any relief to him.

Bastila didn't reply at that. She just stepped away, allowing the man to pass her by. She didn't know what to say. Even though the man was supposed to be Alen Royce, she knew that he used to be Revan. Her best friend, her beloved one, a savior of the Republic, and later, its conqueror. And it still hurt her.

The Jedi Masters have convinced her to their plans on what to do with Revan. And she obeyed. She was there when the former Dark Lord was reprogrammed. She witnessed that. And in the day that came after that, she hasn't left her room. She kept remaining there, crying all the time.

And now, this man came back to her. For her. Despite what the Council has done with him, she knew, that the old Revan remained there, somewhere deep in Alen Royce's consciousness. The best proof was that the Force has revealed itself in this man. Perhaps, only perhaps, the one she loved will come back. And they will be able to live the life together.

Bastila closed her eyes when this possibility came to her mind. Unlikely all thoughts of herself and Revan, this one didn't cause her to cry.

Despite how tempting this perspective was, she forced herself to come back to the presence. She looked around, only to find, that Revan returned to his quarters. She sighed heavily. Soon, they would jump out of the hyperspace. She had to contact the Council in the Jedi Enclave.

Bastila walked to the main part of the ship. In the middle of the big room was standing a hologram projector. She came to it, and turned it on, writing the proper coordinates to contact the Enclave.

Fifteen minutes passed before the Council has replied. Before Bastila appeared four Jedi Master: Master Zhar Lestin, Master Vrook Lamar, Master Vandar Tokare and Master Dorak. All of them held a surprised look at seeing who called them.

"Bastila!" it was Vrook who spoke first. "I have to say, that we are surprised to see you alive. We've heard, that your ship was captured over Taris. But, nevertheless, you're a sight for sore eyes."

Bastila flinched a little. Was that all, that her master had to say to her? That he was surprised to see her alive and in one piece?

"What is it, Padawan?" Vandar asked. He kept supporting himself on the wooden walking stick.

"I have managed to escape from Taris" she replied, entwining her hands behind her back and straightening herself. "I was rescued by Carth and… Alen Royce" she added. The Masters have frowned at that. "And… I felt the Force waking in him."

At that, the four Jedi, on the other side of the hologram projector, let out a series of whispers to each other. Bastila flinched again. It was… infuriating, seeing the Jedi Master ignoring her like that. She helped them to capture Revan and to erase him. She deserved to know, what they were talking about.

"We're on our way to Dantooine" she continued when her conversationalists said nothing to her. "We'll jump out of the hyperspace in mere minutes."

"We need you to come to the Council chambers in the Enclave, as soon as you land," Vrook said to her. "But come alone" he added. "We have to discuss the recent… developments" with that, the hologram projector was turned off, meaning, that the current conversation was over. Bastila sighed. Now, she understood what Revan meant, when he talked about the arrogance of the Council. She frowned a little. Was she becoming one of them?


Revan watched from the distance as Bastila was speaking with the four Jedi Masters. Something in his insides twitched violently upon seeing the one face he truly hated. Vrook. But he had to pocket his own pride if he didn't want to blow up the cover. He could do as much as to tolerate the presence of the Bastila's master. At least for a while.

He watched, as the hologram projector went dead. Bastila went to the cockpit. Revan leaned against the wall.

He knew, what was about to happen. He would have to be very careful to hide from the Masters. At least from the Vrook. After all, he had to speak with Vandar. He was the only one, except Nomi Sunrider of course, who could understand him. Even if only a little.

He found himself following Bastila to the cockpit. Just as he reached it, the ship dropped out of the hyperspace. A green planet came into view with only one moon, circling it.

"Dantooine… it seems like a lifetime since I last set foot on her surface" Bastila said, noticing Revan coming in. "though in truth it has only been a few months. We should be safe from Malak here… for now, at least."

"Safe?!" Carth exclaimed with a surprised tone. "You saw what his fleet did to Taris: there wasn't a building over two stories high left standing! They… they turned the planet into one big pile of rubble" The Republic officer finished with an anger in his voice.

"Even the Sith would think twice before attacking Dantooine" Bastila replied. "There are many Jedi here, including few of the most powerful Masters of the Order. There is a great strength within this place."

"I think Carth has a point" Revan interjected. "We should keep moving. The amount of the Jedi Knights in here will only draw the Sith. Malak will destroy most of his enemies in a single strike."

"Nevertheless, we should rest here for a while," Bastila said, looking at the taller man. "We can find supplies here and recuperate. The Academy is a place of mental and spiritual healing: something we could all use after what we've been through. When we land, I must go to speak to the Council. I need their advice on… Recent developments" she added, using the same statement as Master Vrook. "After I have met with them, I will meet you outside the ship."

With that, the conversation was over, cause their ship began the landing procedure. Revan watched through the viewport the landscape of the planet. Dantooine was a beautiful place, the former Dark Lord had to admit it. The plains, that covered the planet, were peaceful and always brought a relief for everyone. It was there, where he and Bastila shared their first and the only kiss.

The Jedi Academy came in sight. In didn't remind the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. It was a simple enclave only one story high. It looked more like a small village than the place, where dozens of Padawans were taught.

"Prepare for landing" Carth announced, as he and Wolfie brought the ship to the landing port in the Academy. The ship was carefully landed. Around them were gathered dozens of different creatures. Twi'leks, Ithorians, Rodians, and Humans, of course. All of them moved away, as the ship was landing.

There was a small welcoming party, that waited outside. Revan recognized them immediately. It wasn't difficult. One of them was a person he hated the most. Second, one he respected the most. Their two companions were easy to recognize as well.

"You should stay inside the ship for now," Bastila said to him, as she walked to the loading ramp. "I'll speak with the Council and return for you" with that, she left the ship, not waiting for the reply.

"Sure," Revan said, looking at her back. "Take your time."

He sighed when she was gone. He truly didn't want to be in this place. First reason: it brought many memories, and second: he had to hold back himself from killing Master Vrook. For now, at least.

He returned to the cockpit. He passed Wolfie on his way there. They didn't exchange any words – none were necessary. Revan came to the computer terminal. It was good to find out something about the ship they used.

It wasn't difficult. The terminal didn't have any securities. Revan found its records in the database. The Ebon Hawk was its name. From what the database said, it was one of the fastest ships in the Galaxy. Only the Sith fighters were faster. He checked the Galaxy map in the ship's records.

There were all systems. Almost. As he expected, Rakata Prime system wasn't there. But everything else he needed was contained in the database. Kashyyyk, Tatooine, Manaan, Korriban, Nar Shadda, they all were there. At least he had a functioning Galaxy map.

First, he had to recover some of his Credits, that he possessed as the Dark Lord. Even if it was dangerous, he had to use his bank accounts. It's a lot easier to gain power with money in your pocket.

He had to also take the records of the Star Maps. It will be long, that was sure. But Revan held big amounts of patience. He could do as much as to find them again.

"What is it, Alen?" Carth's voice brought him out of his thoughts. Revan looked up at the Republic officer.

"Nothing" he replied. "I'm just thinking of what to do next."

"What do you mean?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"The war I mean" Revan replied. "As the soldiers, I'm thinking about our possibilities. Of what we should do with the Sith."

Carth seemed to be pleased with the answer. Revan almost smirked. He didn't lie that much. In fact, he told the truth to the Republic officer. He watched the older man for a while.

Carth seemed to be… distant. His eyes were unseeing. He was thinking over something, deeply. And these weren't pleasure thoughts, Revan stated.

"Is it a good moment to find out something more about you, Carth?" he asked. Perhaps he could help the man. He could be useful in the future.

"What do you want to know?" he replied with a question.

"Tell me something more about your past, Carth," Revan said. "Like about Telos, if you don't mind" he added. Carth visibly stiffened at that.

"And what is it about to be said, huh?" he said with a shrug of his shoulders. "It was destroyed, I've told you that already. It was bombarded, just as Taris. I've… I've lost my wife there. And my son" he added with a sad expression. "I remember holding my dying wife in my arms. She died after she has managed to tell me to take care of Dustil – our son. But I've failed at that. I have never managed to find his body, though I looked for him many times" he said, wiping his face. A small tear has managed to run down his cheek. "Look, I'm sorry, but I'm in no mood for talks right now" he added and walked to leave the cockpit. Revan nodded in response.

He sighed heavily and stood up. He left cockpit as well, walking into the common quarters. Canderous, Rex, Fox, and Wolfie were there. They kept themselves busy with cleaning their weapons, but looked up at Revan, as he entered the room they were in.

"We have to be careful now," the former Dark Lord said, walking further into the room. "As for now, you are the only ones who know my true identity. And I'd rather keep it that way. So, for the time being, I'm Alen Royce. Whoever blows up my cover is going to have a lightsaber deep in his arse, understood?" he asked, looking at them, waiting for the response. The four men shrugged a little at the image of having a Jedi weapon in their… bodies. But nevertheless, they nodded.

"Second:" he continued. "The Jedi in here can sense many things, thoughts as well. So be careful with what you think, understood?" he asked and again, he received a collective nod as the response.

"And third: remain friendly here," he said, looking at them. "They are not our enemies, but our hosts. So, dare to kill anyone and I'll make you curse the day, you were born, you get it?" he asked. Once again, the four men nodded in response.

"Good" Revan summed up. "Now, get out of that ship! We've been rotting in here for a long time enough" he ordered. The four men, again, said nothing. They only stood up and walked to the exit of the ship.

"Mission?" Revan said, walking into the room, where she was all the time. "We've landed. Perhaps you want to walk outside to stretch your limbs?" he suggested. The blue Twi'lek again didn't respond in any way. She just kept sitting motionless. Revan let out a resigned sigh and decided to leave.

He walked out the loading ramp. Immediately, he was assaulted with the warm, fresh air, that smelled of grass and rain. It was a normal smell, that was present on Dantooine all the time. The same one, that caused this place to be so relaxing.

The second thing, that came to Revan's senses, were dozens of sounds. The Common speech, as well as specific alien dialogues. It was a sound of a settlement that was vibrant. It also was able to soothe someone, in its own way. Revan looked around.

The Academy didn't change much since the last time he was here, and that was over four years ago. In front of them was a corridor, that led further into the Enclave. As he recalled, it led to a small crossroad with a tree growing in a small rounded platform. From there, were the ways out of the Enclave and to the Council chambers. As well, as to the living quarters.

In right of him was a small space, that was destined for the merchants. Mostly the Twi'leks.

On the left side was a simple storage. It contained different things. From what Revan remembered after breaking in there with Malak in their younger years, this place contained speeder bikes, some old lightsabers, robes and all other useless stuff.

He looked up only to see Bastila coming in their direction.

"I thought, I've told you to stay on the ship?" she asked. Raising an eyebrow and putting her hands on her hips. She looked adorable in that position, Revan stated.

"Yes, you did" he replied, rolling his eyes. "But come on. Am I trapped in here? If yes, then just tell me that right away. I just walked out to stretch my limbs and to breathe some fresh air" he reasoned. Bastila relaxed at that a little, her expression lightened visibly.

"I have spoken briefly with the Council; they request an audience with you" she replied. "We should go at once."

"An audience with the Jedi Council?" Carth, who also walked out of the Ebon Hawk, asked. "That's pretty unusual for someone who isn't even a Jedi. What's this about, Bastila?" he asked, wanting an answer. Revan smirked slightly. The mighty Council wanted to speak with him. Intriguing, he thought.

"I'm sorry, Carth, but I cannot tell you" Bastila replied, looking apologetically at the Republic officer. "All I ask is that you trust in the Force and the wisdom of the Council" she added. Revan almost laughed his guts out. He had to turn it into a cough but kept smiling at what Bastila has said. Thankfully, she hadn't noticed that.

"Well, I don't like being left out of the loop, but I'm not looking to get you in any trouble with the Jedi Master" the man replied, slightly disappointed. "We'll do things your way. For a while" he added.

"Good," Bastila said and turned to face Revan. "Come, they are expecting us. I will lead you to the Council chambers" she said and turned around on her heel to leave. Revan followed her closely behind. He had no intention to meet with a certain person there, but then, he rethought that. Perhaps now, as the Alen Royce, he could mock that old fool a bit? He smiled at that thought.

He followed Bastila and find himself at a crossroads. As he expected, there was a large tree, growing inside of the Academy. He smiled at the sight. This brought back some good memories of his childhood. He recalled seeing Alek hanging from the tree. He was laughing hard at that, though the Masters didn't appreciate that. As always, they lacked the sense of humor.

Revan followed Bastila, as she turned left before the tree. After walking through a small corridor, the former Dark Lord found himself in a round room with dozens of chairs, standing next to the wall. It was a Council chamber.

He saw one after the other: Master Dorak, Master Vandar, Master Vrook and Master Zhar. He pocketed his pride and walked into the circle, where the Jedi were standing.

"Ah, so you are the one who rescued Bastila" Zhar Lestin – a purple Twi'lek greeted him, upon seeing him enter the chamber. "It is appropriate you are here. We have been discussing your rather special case. I am Zhar, a member of the Jedi Council" he introduced himself. Revan only nodded. "With me are Master Vrook" he introduced his companions. "Master Vandar and, of course, the Chronicler of our Academy, Master Dorak. Padawan Bastila I am sure you are already familiar with."

Revan was annoyed, though he tried to not show it.

"What do you want from me?" he asked rather bluntly. He noticed the Masters twitch a little at that, especially Mater Vrook.

"Bastila tells us you are strong in the Force. We are considering you for a Jedi training." Zhar replied. Revan only raised his eyebrows at that.

"Nothing would give me greater honor than learning the ways of the Jedi" he replied with a mocking tone. Revan noticed with a corner of his eye Vrook clenching his teeth a little. He had to fight back a laugh, that threatened to escape his mouth.

"Master Zhar speaks out of turn, perhaps" Bastila's master interjected. "We need indisputable proof of your strong affinity to the Force before we would even consider accepting you for training," he said with an angry tone.

"Proof?" Bastila asked surprised. "Surely the entire Council can feel the strength of the Force within this man… and I have already relented to you the events, that took place on Taris…" she said, but was cut off by Vrook.

"Perhaps it was a simple luck" he suggested, but Master Zhar was quick to respond.

"We both know, that there is no luck. There is only the Force. We all feel the power in Bastila's companion, though it is wild and untamed" the Twi'lek said. Revan almost flinched at that. Who was here the wild and untamed one? "Now that this power has begun to manifest itself, can we safely ignore it?" he added.

"The Jedi training is long and difficult" Vrook kept grumbling. "Even when working with a young and open mind. Teaching a child is hard. How much harder will it be for an adult to learn the ways of the Jedi?" he asked the rhetorical question.

"I'm willing to do my best" Revan interjected with a fake respect.

"Traditionally, the Jedi do not accept adults for the training, though there are rare exceptions in the history of our Order" Master Dorak spoke. "But you are a special case."

"I agree with Master Dorak" Vandar interjected. "Many of our own pupils are leaving the Jedi Order to follow the Sith teachings, we need recruits to stand against Malak! With Revan dead…" whatever he intended to say, it wasn't given to him, cause Vrook cut him off.

"Are you certain, that Revan is truly dead?" he spat with anger. Easy there, Master Vrook. The anger leads to the Dark Side, Revan lectured him in his thoughts. "What if we undertake to train this one, and the Dark Lord should return?" he asked. The said man frowned a little. He knows something, he thought. He had to be extra careful.

"We should discuss this matter more fully in private" Vandar replied with the same peaceful tone, he always used. "Bastila, you and your companion must go. This is a matter for the Council alone" he said, looking at them.

"As you wish, Master Vandar" Bastila replied, bowing deeply. "We shall return to the Ebon Hawk and leave you to your deliberations" with that, they left the Council chambers.

They walked in silence. Revan had nothing to say. He kept thinking of what has just happened. Vrook suspected something, that was sure. Perhaps, he will be forced to remove this old fool from his way. But only perhaps. Vandar was more sympathetic towards Revan, or Alen, as well as was Master Zhar. Perhaps these two would be able to help him? Dorak remained a mystery for him. In his younger years, he never understood the Chronicler, and he didn't accomplish to do so even now. But he didn't bother. At least, he wasn't hostile towards him. That was surely enough for Revan.

They also considered him for a Jedi training. With all the respect, they were fools. It would allow him to use the Force freely. He smiled at that. More, than he could ask for.

He returned to the Ebon Hawk. Its crew was already inside, as it was dark outside. He walked up the loading ramp, following Bastila, and headed towards his quarters.

He laid down on the bed and closed his eyes. The next day would be very active, he stated and drifted off to an uneasy sleep.


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