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Chapter 41

"Thank you, Masters, for your quick arrival," Atris said as all members of the Council entered the chamber. "I haven't gathered you without reason. Vrook knows where exactly Revan currently is." This caused the surprised looks and few whispers to occur amongst the Jedi Masters.

"I know where he's heading," Vrook said, gaining the attention of the Council members. "And I know where he can be killed, once and for all."

"Are you at this again?" Vandar asked, receiving a hateful but carefully hidden, glance from both Atris and Vrook. "How long are we going to debate about him? What makes you think he poses any kind of threat towards us?"

"His existence is the threat for the Council, as well as the Order itself" Vrook replied in his usual harsh tone. "What happened to the Exile is the perfect example of what he is able to bring down upon us all."

"What happened to the Exile has nothing to do with Revan. If anyone, we are to be blamed for that. We should have helped her and not cast her out."

"I agree with Master Vandar" Nomi Sunrider spoke. It was the first time anyone took Vandar's side.

"She made the mistake of following Revan to war. The war that brought nothing but destruction and suffering. Every one of us could feel it in her. She was carrying the echo of the death within herself."

"She gave up willingly to us. We should have helped her, not banish her."

"We should have made an example of her and that's exactly what we did, Master Vandar" Atris replied, implying that this was not the matter the Council gathered for.

"Revan is heading towards Korriban" Vrook continued after receiving a nod from Atris to go on. "I'm going to rendezvous with him on the Sith Planet and hopefully put, once and for all, an end to the threat he is. But I need one of you to come with me."

"Too old to face a young Jedi?" Vandar commented without thinking, what happened to him extremely rarely. Perhaps Revan's method of dealing with the old Master would prove successful?

"Remember your place, Master Vandar" Atris hissed at the small Jedi.

"I'll go with Master Vrook" Kavar announced. "What happened to Meetra is his fault and I will avenge my apprentice."

"Vengeance is not the way of the Jedi" Lonna Vash interjected. "Don't forget our Code, Master Kavar. I think Vandar is right. We should have helped the Exile. Revan had no part in it."

"He is responsible for the death of hundreds if not thousands of Jedi!" Atris exclaimed. "He is responsible for bringing suffering to the innocent worlds of the Republic. Telos IV burned under the fire of his ships. And his teachings have not been forgotten. Malak has just done the exact same thing to Dantooine. The entire world has been wiped out from the face of the Galaxy!"

"What happened to Telos was not Revan's fault. It's commonly known across the Galaxy who ordered the bombardment. It's really intriguing how selective you are, Atris when it comes to receiving facts."

"Even if the bombardment of Telos wasn't his direct order, it is his fault that he didn't stop his apprentice form doing it" the Grandmaster replied casually.

"Master Vandar" Vrook spoke. "You know I keep you in high regards and never have I despised your advice, but we have no other option. Revan must be dealt with, once and for all."

"Tell me, old friend" Vandar replied, trying to keep the same friendly, yet fully faked tone. "What caused you to hate Revan so much? You despised him since his early years as an apprentice. What's the reason behind it? Ah…" he trailed off as his eyes widened in realization. "You blame him for what his parents did twenty years ago. In killing him you want to find the relief after the loss you've encountered on Mandalore. You blame him for her death."

"That's enough, Master Vandar!" Vrook exclaimed, slightly too loud. But Vandar's words fulfilled their task. They revealed Vrook's hatred. His reaction has only confirmed it.

"I think it's settled then" Atris announced, looking at the rest of the Council who remained silent during the entire meeting. "Revan must and will be dealt with. He proved himself too dangerous to be kept alive numerous times. Master Vrook and Master Kavar will set out to Korriban to face him. May the Force be with you, Masters."

With that, the meeting was over. Vandar smirked slightly while leaving the Council chambers. Revan was aware of Vrook going after him so he wasn't worried about the young Jedi. He knew he could handle Vrook easily. But that wasn't the reason for his happiness. He felt happy because he was able to convince someone else, at least partially, to his reasons. The fact that Lonna Vash agreed with him made him closer to convincing the rest of the Masters. This filled him with a hope that perhaps the Order wasn't heading towards its end.


"I never expected to see you again" Saul said, coming closer to the cell where Revan was sitting. "I thought that the guns of Leviathan had done their job. But apparently not."

"What are you talking about, Saul" Carth asked; a pure rage was visible in his eyes. "Our last encounter was above Telos IV and from what I remember, we had you on the run."

"I'm not speaking about you, Carth. I'm speaking of him" he said pointing towards Revan. "When Calo Nord brought to us the message that you've survived, we hardly believed it. Lord Malak was furious when he found out."

"And why is he so important? He's just a common Republic soldier" Carth retorted, once again attempting to break the securities of the cell.

"You mean you don't know?" Saul asked with a laugh. "You didn't tell them?"

"Those who were supposed to know, knew" Revan replied, looking at the Admiral with a scowl.

"And later you're surprised how easy it is for people to betray you? If you're not telling anything to anyone, how can you be surprised?" Saul huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. "I can't believe I used to follow you. Look at yourself! You're a shadow of your former self. Lord Malak was right to replace you."

Revan knew perfectly well what the Admiral meant. The poison took its toll on him, strongly affecting his look. He was dressed only in some pants he was wearing usually, what made his chest visible to everyone. The blackness managed to spread already through his entire right breast, creating a netting pattern. Same thing was happening around his eyes. Dark bags have already passed his cheekbones and reached the middle of his cheeks. His hair, usually pulled back and gelled, was now a mess. It covered his eyes almost entirely now.

To top it up, the neural disruptor that was wrapped around his neck was weakening, even more, his power of will, making it more and more difficult for him to fight the poison back.

Saul's last words did their job and something finally clicked inside Carth's mind. His eyes widened in shock and then filled with anger, directed at one person.

"You" he hissed at Revan, casting his eyes filled with hatred at him. The man smirked, not saying anything.

"Drop it, Carth" Bastila said immediately, trying to calm him. "This is not the time for that."

"And you knew about it all the time!"

"Of course I knew" Bastila replied with a hiss. "I led the strike team that was supposed to capture Darth Revan… to capture him" she added, looking at Revan who was sitting in his cage, barely paying attention to them.

"And you, Mandalorian" Karath now addressed Canderous, ignoring Carth who kept on complaining. "Even you are following him? After everything he had done to your people?"

"He's the only one I would follow" Canderous replied, subconsciously straightening himself, trying to maintain some of his pride. The Admiral snapped at that.

"And you're absolutely okay with the fact that he's responsible for the genocide of your people" Karath commented. "Now, I shouldn't be surprised to see you with him, should I?" he said, turning to Rex, Fox, and Wolfie who were kept in the cages next to each other.

"Of course you shouldn't" Fox replied. "We can't be killed so easily. You should have known it by now."

"Yeah," Karath said, turning back to the Republic pilot. "You see, Carth. You accuse me of breaking my vows while you've been blindly following the man responsible for all of us turning against the Republic. Furthermore, you've been fighting alongside those who are responsible for capturing hundreds of Jedi and delivering them into our hands. This is an information for you as well, Bastila."

"What are you talking about?" she queried, afraid to know the answer.

"Ah, so you don't know? These men" he said, pointing at Rex, Fox, and Wolfie. "Are responsible for capturing countless Jedi during this war. They were assigned to this task by Darth Revan himself."

"Shut up, Saul," Revan said, breaking his silence.

"Or what? You're an adult, aren't you? I think it's time for you to learn how to take the responsibility for your actions. If you wonder, young Jedi, where many of your friends from the Order disappeared, ask those who are directly responsible for that."

"Rev" Bastila murmured quietly, looking at her husband. The only reply she received was a blank look from the man in the cell. Her eyes were filled with unshed tears. Of course, she knew about the Jedi going missing during the war. She's lost one of her friends due to those captivations. Yet she refused to believe it was Revan's doing. Especially when they reunited.

"You have nothing to say?" Karath asked with amusement. "That's interesting. Usually, you're the last one to go silent. But perhaps I know the way to make you speak." He nodded at the soldier who was standing next to the computer terminal.

Immediately, the room was filled with Bastila's screams of pain. Her cage erupted with lightning; volts coursing through her body, causing a lot of damage. Her screams were interrupted as the voltage was making her voiceless. Revan's eyes turned the deepest shade of gold ever. Yet he did nothing. He could do nothing. He could only watch.

Bastila's torture didn't last very long, though. After few seconds or so, Karath nodded at the same soldier as before. He turned off the voltage immediately, releasing the young Jedi from her suffering. Revan's gaze that was now filled with hatred rested upon Admiral.

"You think you can intimidate me?" he asked, coming closer to Revan. "I served under your command for quite some time, you know. I am aware that nothing can torture you more than watching those you care about suffer. Do you know how something like this is called? Weakness" Admiral said with a cocky smile. "I used to admire you for your strength and your durability, but you became weak. Or… perhaps she made you weak?" he asked, looking at Bastila. At the same time, her cage unleashed the deadly voltage at her once again.

Yet all Revan could do was watch.

"I used to shiver beneath those golden eyes of yours" Karath kept on, while Bastila continued to scream. "But I don't anymore. Without your Force, you are nothing. You cannot harm me in any way, nor can you save her" he added with a smile. "Accept it. You have lost." With that, he turned away and motioned at the soldier. The voltage erupted now in all cages, knocking unconscious most of the prisoners. "Inform Lord Malak about who we've managed to capture. I'm sure he will be most pleased."

Admiral left the mostly unconscious crew of the Ebon Hawk guarded only by a contingent of soldiers.

But no numbers, no matter how big, could stop Revan.

Saul Karath was right. Without the Force, Revan was nothing. Or at least in his current situation. Without the connection to the omnipresent Force, he would not be able to set himself and his companions free. But there was one mistake the Admiral made. One he would not see as his fault. Unknowingly, he gave Revan a leverage. The leverage he would use to reclaim his connection to the Force.

The former Dark Lord clenched his teeth in pain as the voltage from the cage coursed through his wounded body. To top it off, the voltage from the neural disruptor that remained wrapped around his neck kept on damaging the flesh of his neck, making it even more difficult for him to breathe.

But he would not back down. Not now. He managed to break the neural disruptor once in his past and he knew he was able to do it again. And seeing Bastila tortured allowed him to gather enough of his willpower to begin.

He knew what she was thinking about him right now. After all, Saul revealed who was responsible for the large numbers of Jedi missing. He tortured Bastila, and Revan did nothing to stop him.

But he would avenge her pain.

Admiral's words and deeds allowed Revan to gather his anger. The wild, untamed anger that burned inside of every living being in the Galaxy. He used it before to set himself free from the Mandalorians' hands above Malachor V. He only had to…

There! There it was, on the edge of his mind, waiting for him to seize for it and take it. Even with the neural disruptor around his neck that kept on shocking him with electricity, he could feel it. Faint, but nevertheless it was there. The hatred he promised himself not to use. But he had no other choice. He knew that HK was capable of releasing them, but he would not wait for his droid to come and rescue him, no. Admiral went too far. And he had to pay the price for that.

Revan winced as the neural disruptor kept on attacking him, trying to prevent him from concentrating. The skin around his neck has long since turned deep red from the constant voltage, but he kept on trying. He knew he could do it. He knew he had to do it.

His connection to the Force returned slightly, allowing him to probe Bastila's mind. She was laying in her cage, knocked unconscious. Her mind though kept on going through the received information. Her love for Revan was seriously wounded by Admiral's words. It only fueled his anger even more.

His lungs seemed to be on fire as he refused to cough. There was no time for that. Malak was informed and he had to release them as soon as possible.

He could feel yet another familiar presence on board of the Leviathan. The one that he grew so used to above Taris. It belonged to the man responsible for the ambush. He knew who has pulled them out from the hyperspace that day. He went through that scenario over and over again in his mind and it always led to one conclusion. Trask betrayed them back then. And the fact that he was on the Leviathan meant he would pay for that. Revan would see to it.

His anger was rising steadily. It wasn't strong enough yet to allow him to set free, but it was growing. Revan could feed upon the anger of others in order to fuel his own one. And that's exactly what his current state allowed for now. He could sense Malak approaching rapidly, making hundreds of thousands of kilometers per second with his fleet. He could sense the anger in his former apprentice. And he used it, as best as he could, to fuel his own one.

He was so close to achieving his goal right now. He could almost use the Force freely now. Just a few more painful moments, filled with being shocked with electricity and…

There! It clicked! He fully regained his connection to the Force. Now he was able to feel everyone in the room and on the ship. And most of all, he could grasp the neural disruptor with the Force now.

His lips curled up into a vicious smile. Carefully, he opened his eyes while at the same time embracing the device around his neck. Feeling every electrical conduit inside it, he focused himself on it, ripping the metal thing in half. It fell to the floor with a loud clank.

The sudden noise caught the attention of the guards who walked deeper into the prison block to investigate it. Revan's smile grew wider. Shutting down the securities of his cell, he leaped to the air, floating above the four soldiers and landed behind their backs.

They turned around, clearly surprised by it. The last thing they saw was Revan's vicious smile and then the storm of Force Lightning consumed them, burning them to the crisp inside of their metal armors.

Revan was free. And he was up for vengeance.


Now that's it for today. I know that it's shorter than usual but I'm planning to make the next one slightly longer. And I have some good news guys. This story is approaching the end rapidly! And what I mean by that is that only around eight more chapters I've got left to write and I will announce 'Price of the Sacrifice' officially finished! And, hopefully, in the beginning of the next year I'll publish the sequel, so make sure to follow me as the writer to not miss it ;). See you next time!