Chapter 18- Alderaan

I figured that it'd be best I returned home to my family. My family were not where I thought they would be and thus, I never found them again. People of my city recognized me however and so I proceeded to do the right thing. I attended banquets and royal balls but nothing felt right.

At first I believed it to be the Krayt Pasties or the Kinrath Soup. I was wrong. Then I believed it to be my past, my past as a killer of innocents and saviors. I was wrong again. But then I remembered, I left Alderaan to be a man of adventure. I wanted to be the life of the party, but I couldn't do that if I was stuck on fairy planet. Sure Alderaan was known for its parties, but they were always like some masquerade stuff, not the going out to the cantinas and pouring shots with you wingmen.

Upon the realization, I packed to leave Alderaan and planned to head for Hutt space. I recalled not being able to return to Nal Hutta unless I returned the Horizon. That wasn't gonna happen considering the only other ship I owned was recently blown up in a 'Galactic Incident' of Mass Proportion.

Over the course of the three days on Alderaan I had failed as a cook, a farmer and a smuggler. I loved smuggling and it wasn't like I wasn't any good. Alderaan smuggling was really damn boring. All I smuggled for food items from stores run by the government or a really nice soldier made me smuggle a bunch of flowers to his wife. It was boring, there were no customs, dogfights or spices.

On my fourth day I figured it time to call the quits and managed to get a job off-world. A Hutt on Sleheyron wanted me to smuggle over two hundred tons of spices off Corelia to Nar Shadaa. It would be Nar Shadaa where I would begin my massive smuggling empire working for the Exchange or the Black Suns or the Hutts or the Red Cult Crime Syndicate.

I had left my ship in the capital city and was currently riding a Bantha with two of my old childhood friends, well, one and his sister. And the sister was hot, I mean smoking. But… I promised Das I wouldn't. Das was a good friend, I'd grown up with him.

"You know I heard the craziest rumor in Sanjaaz this morning, I haven't been able to get it off my mind."

I turned to him, he was riding beside me. Das' sister Vivana was behind him.

"Yeah, what's up?"

"Allegedly that Darth Revan guy is still alive. Apparently the Republic only captured him and they re-serviced him under the call sign 'The Mysterious Stranger'."

No, that didn't sound right. Revan died, I had felt it in the Force.

"Are you and idiot, Das?" Provoked his sister as she passed on his left side from the rear. "He's dead. I heard that he was killed on Taris when the Sith bombarded it."

"Bantha Fodder! Where's your proof."

"Well 'The Mysterious Stranger' is a Tarissian. He fought and conquered as a duelist on that planet. It wasn't long after he reigned as champion that the place blew up!"

Unlikely. Darth Revan was the Force in the shape of a man. He couldn't be defeated like that.

"Why else do you think the Sith bombarded the planet? It was Sith controlled!" she continued.

But she did have a point. Malak was all for galactic conquering, why would he bomb his own world?

"Yeah," Das began to rebut. "but The Mysterious Stranger resurfaced on Manaan."

Wait… the drunk sod Deadeye Duncan. There was no way he was Revan, was he? He couldn't be. He would've remembered me. And there was that mass murdering in the Sith Base by the Republic Agent, was that him too? Was the Korriban massacring him?

"The Sith have all buggered off, maybe they're hiding from him." Vivana suggested.

She was right, Atton had returned to the Leviathan after Manaan to discover that it had recently been attacked and Saul Karath was dead then too. It all made sense. But was Deadeye really Revan? No, he wasn't, he couldn't be. Where was Revan?

Immediately Atton snapped himself out of his contemplation. Thinking was unhealthy. Revan was dead and that was the last of it.