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Prologue
"Oritsir," a man cursed through gritted teeth, lowering the digital binoculars. "They're back!"
Raising the device back to his eyes, he observed the ship which just entered the atmosphere. What used to look like a small dot in the sky, was becoming larger and larger with each passing second. He could clearly see the outlines of both the Republic's and the Jedi Order's emblems printed on the freighter's side. The same emblems haunting his dreams ever since his fall.
It wasn't long before the evening's silence was disturbed by the ship's engines. The freighter was steadily approaching the ground; nearby trees started swinging, moved by the wind. It didn't take long before thick trunks began groaning heavily against the sudden onslaught.
"Jetti?" a woman asked, quickly approaching the man.
"Those bastards can't take a hint," he said, nodding his head. The man turned around, running to a small house that stood alone at the edge of the forest. "Contact Garr!" he ordered, entering the building. "Tell him the Jetti are back, and take our son and hide. I'll find you when I deal with them."
"I'm not leaving you alone," the woman countered, grasping the man's hand. He turned around. "Not to them," she added, looking into his eyes. A mixture of emotions was written all over her pretty face: anger, fear, and excitement. The man smiled softly.
"Our son is more important to me than my life," he whispered, brushing away a single strand of black hair that fell on the woman's face. "Just as you are. I'm not going to risk both of your lives by allowing you to stay."
"You both are important to me," the woman countered, bending her head to trap the man's palm between her shoulder and her cheek. "And you should know better than anyone that I'm perfectly capable of kicking someone's ass."
The man couldn't stop himself from chuckling. "I'm not denying that," he replied, gently shaking his head. "But you remember how many of them came here the first time, right? I don't think they sent a smaller group now."
"All the more reason for me to help you."
"All the more reason for you to take our son and hide," the man countered, freeing himself from the woman's grip. "If something goes wrong out there, they'll still have to find and fight you. If we both die, then they can just take our son. They came here for him," he reminded her.
"I don't want to leave you," the woman muttered, closing the distance between them. Her arms swiftly encircled the man's back, trapping him in the embrace.
"Ner cyare riduur," the man whispered back, pulling the woman even closer. He placed a gentle kiss on top of her head. "I don't want to leave you too. But they will take our son if we both remain here; please, contact Garr and tell him to move his ass here."
"Don't make me a widow just yet," the woman replied, increasing the strength of her embrace for a split second before pulling away reluctantly. "I'm too young and too beautiful for that."
"That you are," the man said with a smile, approaching the cabinet standing in the hallway, right next to the door.
He sighed quietly, examining its content. The armor stand was occupied with his beloved blue armor. Even though the War ended decades ago, he still made sure to keep it in perfect condition, cleaning and polishing it every week to make sure it wouldn't fail him if need be.
There was no time to put on the entire armor. Grabbing the breastplate, he pulled it over his head. Before the man could say a word, the woman approached him from behind and tightened the strips on his back, making sure that the breastplate would stay in place.
The man fastened a belt with a vibrosword around his waist before grabbing the rifle. Using the stripe attached to the weapon, he placed it on his back, making sure it would be easily accessible. Excitement ran through his veins as he prepared for battle.
"I love you," he said after turning around. Grabbing the woman by her waist, he pulled her in for a long, passionate kiss which she gladly accepted and returned. "I'll do my best out there; please, hide our son and contact Garr."
"I will," the woman nodded. "Arused!" she called out after him just as he was about to leave their house. The man stopped in his tracks and turned around. The woman – his wife – was holding his helmet in her hands, offering it to him. "Don't let them see your face. This is the way."
Arused stared at his reflection in the helmet's vizor before taking it from her hands. He put it on his head, flashing a last smile to his wife. "This is the way," he echoed.
"Be safe," she muttered.
"I will."
The sun already hid behind the horizon when Arused left the house. He clenched his teeth as he scanned the area in front of him. The freighter was nowhere to be seen, but its passengers were already there. Eight Jedi Knights stood in the clearing, a few dozen meters away from him. Their cloaks were moving rapidly on the wind.
"I thought I'd told you already what our answer is!" he shouted at the people gathered in front of him.
"We came here to hopefully persuade you to change your mind," a man who stood in the middle replied. "Your son is a Force-sensitive – his place is amongst the Jedi."
"My answer remains the same," Arused replied, clenching his fists. "You're not taking our son away from us."
"You don't understand," a woman replied, shaking her head. "It is not your decision to make. One way or another, your son is coming with us."
Blood boiled in Arused's veins as he observed the Jedi in front of him. "Over my dead body," he replied, pulling the rifle from his back.
"You are distracted," a sudden voice pulled him out of his thoughts. It was quickly followed by a sound of a few objects falling on the floor or on the table at which he was sitting. "Again," the woman added. "What's the matter, young one?"
The boy blinked a few times, refocusing his gaze on the datapad in his hands. "I'm sorry, Master Kae," he replied. "I… I had a strange dream tonight. I didn't sleep well."
Arren lifted her eyebrow. "What dream, young one?" She straightened herself in her chair, wrapping her robe more tightly around herself. "It seems to be an important one if you can be so easily distracted during your studies."
The boy blushed slightly, lowering his head. Even though it wasn't directly stated, the reprimand was clear enough to pick out from Arren's words. "I'm sorry, Master Kae," he mumbled again. "I… I saw a man and a woman. It didn't look like they were on Coruscant – there were a lot of trees around them and no tall buildings," he explained quickly, noticing the Master's questioning gaze. "They spoke in Galactic Basic, but they also said a few things I couldn't understand. I… I also heard two names, Master Kae: Arused and Garr. Arused was the man I saw in my dream, and he was ordering the woman to contact Garr."
If the boy had any doubts if he had Arren's attention, they vanished instantly as the woman's eyes zeroed in on his face. He cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably in the chair. It didn't help that Master Kae's eyebrows were furrowed and not raised as she studied his expression.
"Why did this Arused want her to contact Garr?" she finally asked after a few seconds of silence - seconds that felt like hours to the young boy.
"To tell him that the Jetti are back," the boy replied, frowning slightly.
"Did you see Jedi in your dream?" Master Kae asked immediately, leaning forward in her chair.
"Yes," the boy nodded hesitantly, not knowing how the woman knew that. "I think Master Lamar was one of them," he added. "They were there for someone," he continued after a few seconds of silence. "That man – Arused – said that Jedi came for their son."
"What did that man look like?" Arren asked, crossing her hands on her chest. "Describe him to me - everything you remember."
The young boy frowned again, concentrating on his dream. "I'm sorry, Master Kae, but I don't remember much. He was tall – even taller than you. I… I don't remember what he looked like," he said, biting his lip. "He had an armor," the boy added suddenly. His eyes were moving in every direction as if he was trying to find the man from his dream somewhere in the room with them. "A helmet with vizor in the shape of the letter 'T,'" he said, crossing his arms to better describe what he saw.
"Interesting," Arren muttered, looking at some random point on the floor. She was chewing on one of her fingernails, processing the boy's words. "Tell me, young one, did you notice that in your moment of distraction, you started moving things around us with the Force?"
The boy's eyes brightened up with excitement that quickly evaporated as he looked around the room once again. Master Kae's words were an understatement, in his opinion. He didn't just move things. The whole room looked as if wind strong enough to take down the Temple's walls burst inside, attacking chairs, tables, and everything that wasn't attached to the floor or the walls. He could clearly see the large chandelier swaying slightly. The desks were in disarray, even though they were aligned perfectly when they entered the room merely an hour earlier. Some of the chairs lay on the floor while others stood at various angles, threatening to collapse at any moment.
Even the content of his own desk wasn't the same as the boy remembered. A glass of water lay on the side, even though he was sure he hadn't touched it for a while; a small pool of water gathered at the edge of his table, dripping slowly to the floor. He quickly picked up his datapad to prevent it from soaking.
"I'm sorry, Master Kae," he mumbled, looking at his hands in fear and embarrassment. "I didn't notice any of this happening."
The older woman's lips curled up in a small smile as she studied the boy in front of him. "I'm not mad, young one," she replied. The boy quickly raised his head; excitement shone in his eyes once again, replacing his earlier fear entirely. "Many could only dream about doing something like that at your age, even if what you did wasn't intended. Tell me, did something similar happen when you had that dream tonight? Did you notice anything… odd in your dormitory when you woke up?"
The boy frowned for the third time, once again biting his lower lip. "I think my chair was lying on the floor, but I'm sure it was standing when I went to sleep."
"Interesting," Arren commented again, rubbing her chin.
"Does that mean I'll get to use the Force, Master Kae?" the boy asked with poorly hidden excitement. Arren smiled again upon noticing his enthusiasm.
"You're certainly on your way to doing that, young one," she replied. "But using the Force can't be limited only to your unconsciousness," Arren added, effectively wiping away the smile from the boy in front of her. "The Force is almost like a living creature, surrounding and penetrating everything around us. It binds Coruscant, keeping it together and making sure everything flows as we're used to. Then, it binds this planet to the nearby star. It binds the star in this sector, and sectors all over the Core Worlds and beyond: Inner, Mid, and Outer Rim, the Colonies, and the Unknown Regions, maintaining our Galaxy; and our Galaxy is bound to others. Countless. All galaxies in the Universe. To use the Force is to understand that connection," she said, raising her hand.
The young boy watched, mesmerized, as the empty glass floated above the desk. It remained in the air, defying the planet's gravity. With wide eyes, he watched as the spilled water rose into the air as well, gathering above the small glass into one huge droplet. After a few seconds, it returned to the small cup; not a single droplet escaped beyond its rim.
"And one more thing, young one," Arren continued. It took him a few solid seconds to shift his focus from the glass to his teacher. "A Jedi does not use the Force. Jedi obey the Force."
"But you just used the Force to lift the glass," the boy protested.
"It was a small thing," Master Kae replied, smiling once again. Perceptive, that one. Good. "But for Jedi, the Force isn't some kind of a tool. You don't simply use It, just like you don't use another living being."
"What does it mean?"
"It means a lesson for another time, young one," she countered before dropping the glass and correcting her robe. "Let's return to our earlier studies, shall we?"
"What do you mean he remembers?" Master Lamar asked in disbelief, clearly shared by the rest of the Council. "It happened two years ago – he was barely three at the time. There's no way he can possibly remember anything from that day."
"And the Mind Healers have assured us that he has no memory of what happened," Master Sunrider added, earning herself a collective nod from other Masters.
"And yet that's what happened," Arren replied easily. She was standing in the middle of the Council Chamber, surrounded by all twelve Masters. "The dream he had couldn't be just a simple projection of his mind. He saw his parents, he heard names, saw the Mandalorian armor, and saw you, Master Lamar," she said.
"What names did he hear?" Master Zez-Kai-Ell asked, leaning forward in his seat.
"His father's," Arren informed them. "And some other Mandalorian named Garr. I also believe he heard a few words in Mando'a," she added. "Jetti was one of them. It isn't possible for a five-year-old to simply dream of such things."
"What do you suggest, Master Kae?" Master Tokare asked, resting his head on his hand.
"I believe the Force started manifesting Itself in that boy even stronger than when we first felt it," she replied. "I saw it myself. He became distracted during our earlier lesson, and objects all over the room started moving randomly. I'm pretty sure that even his chair floated above the floor for a second or two. I suggest he should be trained in the ways of the Force."
"No," Vrook countered immediately, shaking his head. "This topic is not one to be discussed."
"Then why did we take him from that world?" Arren countered, crossing her hands on her chest. "We all felt it when he awoke to the Force. Now that it started acting through him, we should train that boy."
"We took him from that backwater world to prevent another Exar Kun from rising," Vrook replied. "We all remember what happened the last time a Force-sensitive led the Mandalorians," he said, looking around the Chamber. The other Masters nodded their heads.
"Then what do you propose we do, Master Lamar?" Arren asked. "Keep him in the Temple forever as a prisoner? The Force is already strong in him. If we decide not to train him, he'll simply learn Its ways on his own. And sooner or later, he's going to realize what that tattoo on his shoulder means. Then, he will connect the dots on what his dream meant. Leaving him as he is now is asking for trouble, Master Lamar."
"You think we should tell him about his Mandalorian heritage?" Master Q'Anilia – a female Miraluka – asked. Even though her eyes were concealed, she was still staring at Arren.
"Yes," she stated. "The boy knows nothing about who he is – he doesn't even have a name."
"The boy's issues are not a concern to us," Vrook replied, crossing his legs. "The Jedi that died that day-"
"Weren't slain by him," Arren interrupted. "I don't deny that it was a tragedy-"
"Only I returned," Vrook said. "Of the eight Jedi that went, only I came back."
"-but we all knew the risks," Arren continued. "His parents were clear enough when we approached them the first time. We knew that going for the boy once again would undoubtedly result in bloodshed, and yet we agreed to do this. We can't blame those Mandalorians for trying to protect their family. Of course, we might spend the rest of our lives deciding who is responsible for the deaths of those seven Jedi – we or the Mandalorians – but the boy certainly is not guilty of what happened. Being Force-sensitive is not his fault nor his merit. We've destroyed his family, and for what? To lock him away from the world? The choice we've made two years ago has its consequences. Now is the time for us to accept them."
"And you believe that the best way to do this is to train the boy in the ways of the Force and tell him about his past?" Master Xamar asked.
"Yes," Arren replied sternly. "I believe it's better if we are the ones who tell him the truth. Gradually, of course."
"If we tell him that, he'll simply join his kind once he's old enough," Master Lucien Draay countered. "And he will want vengeance for what happened to his parents. If we decide to train him now, we might as well already give him Exar Kun's armor and lightsaber."
"You can't be certain of that, Master Draay," Arren protested. "The same can happen if we don't tell him."
"Perhaps," he agreed. "But I don't want the past to repeat itself."
"Master Sunrider," Arren turned to Nomi. "You have a daughter. You know better than any of us how vulnerable a child at such an age is."
"You care about that boy, Master Kae," Q'Anilia more stated than asked. Nomi only bit her lower lip, examining Arren's words.
"Yes, I do care about him," she admitted. "I care about him ever since he was dumped at my doorstep. I've been watching him for the past two years. He might not be my Padawan, but he is my student. Don't you care about your students?" Arren asked, looking around the Chamber.
"And I seem to remember that it was decided and agreed that you were supposed to train him to be the next Archivist," Master Zez-Kai-Ell said, rubbing his chin. "You agreed to that, Master Kae."
"The Archivist still needs to be trained in the ways of the Force in order to operate there," she countered. "Besides, Atris is supposed to take over from me."
"Just as it was planned," Vrook commented. "You train the boy, even though you already have a successor. That way, he stays in the Temple, waiting for his time to come. Hopefully, it will never happen."
"But it might," Arren replied. "Let's suppose we go along with this plan, Master Lamar. The boy spends the majority of his life training to be the Archivist, knowing very little about his past or himself. Then, the keys to the Archives land in his hands. The boy is only five years old now, but his desire for knowledge is almost unsatiable. What do you think will happen once he gains full access to the Archives' secrets? Dark things reside in there, Master Lamar. Things that can be used against the Jedi Order, especially if he knew the Council hated him all his life for something he had no control over."
"It would never come to that," Master Lamar said, shaking his head. "To gain full access to the Archives' Vaults, the boy would need to be granted a title of a Jedi Master. It's never going to happen."
"The Archives' defenses are not impregnable," Arren countered. "One way or another, he might find a way to enter the Vaults. And then you will have another Exar Kun, already in the Temple, with the Order's deepest secrets in the palm of his hand."
"What do you say, Master Kardal?" Master Tokare asked, turning his head.
Jifo Kardal – the Grand Master of the Jedi Order – remained silent until that moment. His hands were joined right in front of his face as he scrutinized the woman in front of him. Vandar's mere mention of his name was enough to silence the entire Chamber. No one dared to say a word, waiting for his opinion on the matter at hand.
Seconds passed, slowly transforming into minutes before Master Kardal sighed heavily. "I understand your concerns, Master Lamar, simply because I share them," he said, leaning on his armrest. Vrook's lips curled up in a victorious smile as he glanced at Arren. The woman standing in the middle of the Chamber didn't pay him any attention, though. She was focused only on the Grand Master. In the end, his word mattered the most. "But Master Kae is right as well. Ignoring what is happening in front of our own eyes could be dangerous."
"Training that boy can and will be dangerous," Master Draay commented.
"If we do it recklessly, then yes," Master Kardal nodded his head. "What Master Kae said is troubling. However, fear is the first step leading to the Dark Side. If we allow our judgment in any matter to be clouded by it, then this Order will die," he said. "I don't deny that training that boy is a delicate matter and should be done carefully. But it still should be done."
"Master Kardal-"
"I'm not finished, Master Lamar," Jifo interrupted, raising his hand. Vrook fell silent immediately. "If we ignore that boy and leave him as he is now, he will hate us, of that I have no doubt. However, he's still very young. The Jedi Order accepted children older than him for training. If we train him now, we might be able to raise him as a Jedi, not as a Mandalorian. If we teach him the Code and he learns to live by It, the future might not be so dark anymore. He will learn of his past and what we have done – that much is certain. However, it is up to us how he will react to this. I'm not saying he should be told about all of this today, but at some point in the future, once he's ready and old enough to understand."
"Are you sure it is a wise decision, Master Kardal?" Lucien asked; his leg was moving rapidly up and down.
"Yes," Jifo nodded his head. "But his training cannot take place here on Coruscant. Our Temple still bears the wounds inflicted by Exar Kun. The echoes of the War can still be heard roaming these halls. Once the boy learns how to listen to the Force, those echoes might wreak havoc in his mind. Master Kae."
"Yes, Master Kardal?"
"Do you think Atris is ready to take over from you as the Archivist?"
"She's still very young," Arren replied after a moment of silence. "And she hasn't been knighted yet."
"It's not an answer to my question, Master Kae," Jifo countered, shaking his head. "I asked if you think she's ready."
"Possibly. Why?"
"You are already familiar with the boy. As I've said, the boy cannot be trained here. I would like you to take him to the Outer Rim – to a place untouched by War. I believe that Dantooine's tranquility will be good for his growth and his mind. And I would like you to take him as your Apprentice. But for that, you would need to step down as the Archivist. Hence my question: do you think Atris is ready to take over from you?"
"Yes," she muttered after a few seconds of silence. "Yes," she repeated louder after clearing her throat.
"This is madness," Vrook commented, standing up from his chair.
"Master Lamar, the Council isn't finished yet," Jifo said, shifting his gaze from Arren to Vrook.
"The Council is making a mistake," he replied, walking to the door. "You are making a mistake, Grand Master. And I will not remain here to see it made," he said. The door slid shut behind him with a quiet hiss. Jifo sighed heavily, rubbing his face. The other Masters were looking between the Chamber's exit and the Grand Master, unsure of what they should do.
"Train the boy, Master Kae," Jifo said finally. "Teach him the ways of the Force, help him grow into a Jedi Knight, and watch over his progress. This is my final decision."
"I will do as you say, Master Kardal," Arren replied, bowing lowly.
"The discussion is closed," the Grand Master declared. "You are free to leave. Master Kae, if you may, I would like you to stay for a moment."
One by one, the Council members stood up from their seats and made their way to the exit, talking between themselves about the recent developments. It was obvious to Arren that many Masters shared Vrook's worries. Their shushed whispers and quick glances in her direction were all the proof she needed.
"May I grab your arm, Master Kae?" Jifo asked, walking slowly to her. Each of his steps was accompanied by a dull echo of a walking cane hitting the marble floor. "My body is not as agile as it used to be. Even this useless stick doesn't help me much anymore."
With a small smile, Arren offered her hand to the Grand Master. The old man's fragile arm grabbed it instantly, momentarily surprising the woman with the strength he still possessed. The moment she felt his weight resting against her body, Arren started moving, following the other Masters out of the Chamber.
"Do you want me to help you to your quarters, Master Kardal?"
"Yes, but we have to pay young Atris a visit first. I would like you to travel to Dantooine as soon as possible, and you have to hand her the keys before leaving."
Arren only nodded in response, even though the Grand Master couldn't see it. Her heart was beating rapidly against her ribs, threatening to break out of her chest at any moment. This wasn't what she hoped for when she brought the issue to the Council. Not to mention that the mere thought of abandoning her beloved Library twisted her stomach into a painful knot.
And yet, a part of her was excited. As the Archivist, she couldn't have a Padawan – not in the regular meaning of that word. Of course, Atris was her student, but only in matters concerning the Archives. The knowledge she gathered during years spent in the Library wasn't meant to be passed from one Archivist to another. There was no point in doing that – the successor would learn, in their own time, everything their predecessor ever knew.
But that was going to change. The boy she's been watching over for the past two years was meant to absorb everything she would deem appropriate to teach him. That part excited her the most – the prospect of teaching someone the things she had learned in her entire life. She knew that the boy would be a good student – his willingness to learn and listen was one she had never seen before in anyone.
"Do you think we've made a mistake, Master Kae?" Jifo's question brought Arren out of her thoughts.
"About training the boy?"
"No," he countered, shaking his head. "I'm speaking about the decision we've made two years ago," he clarified. "We destroyed that family, as you put it."
Arren sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of her nose. "There is no way of knowing what would have happened had we not acted," she answered after a moment. "Perhaps the boy would never realize that he is a Force-sensitive, and he would live his life as a regular Mandalorian. On the other hand, he could learn about his abilities, and his brethren would tell him stories about Exar Kun. One doesn't necessarily need a teacher to learn about the Force and the Dark Side. But did we make a mistake? I cannot say for certain, Master Kardal. But this certainly isn't the first time a Council has done something like that. The Archives hold many stories, and the Order has its fair share of skeletons in the closet."
"And each Grand Master wishes not to add yet another one," Jifo commented, nodding his head. "And yet, for all our hopes and effort, we still add dozens to that closet. The boy is just another one." He chuckled quietly despite the seriousness of his words. "I knew I would see many wonders as a Jedi when I was a Youngling, but never have I dreamt about seeing a Mandalorian joining our Order."
"I believe none of the Masters expected to witness it," Arren replied, smiling softly.
"Who knows, perhaps it will help us mend the relations between the Mandalorians, the Republic, and the Jedi Order."
We murdered a family and stole one of their own. "Maybe," Arren replied, deciding not to share her thoughts with the Grand Master.
"Ah, I believe we're already here. Do you have your keys, Master Kae?"
"The Archivist never leaves the keys," she said, pulling out a bunch of cards kept together by a silver string. She knocked on Atris' door.
It took a few seconds for the young woman to open her quarters. It was written all over her face that she was displeased that someone decided to bother her at such a late hour, though her expression quickly changed when she noticed who her guests were. Bowing lowly, she greeted both Masters.
"Your time has come, Atris," Arren said, raising the keys. "From this moment, you are the Archivist."
"Master Kae, I… I don't understand," she replied after a few seconds of staring at the bunch of cards. "I didn't finish my training yet. And I wasn't even knighted."
"That's not a reason for a concern, Atris," Jifo said, smiling softly at the young woman. "Master Kae's duties are taking her off Coruscant. Once she leaves, she cannot continue her service as the Archivist. The Council has agreed that you are ready to take over from her. You won't have the access to the Vaults right now, obviously. We shall see what the time brings, though."
"Don't disappoint me, Atris," Arren said, tossing the younger woman the bunch of cards.
"I… I won't," she replied, clumsily catching the keys.
"Goodnight, Atris," the Grand Master said, pulling Arren away from the young woman's quarters.
"Goodbye, Grand Master, Master Kae," she replied hastily, still staring in disbelief at the Masters' retreating backs.
"Thank you for your help, Master Kae," Jifo said once they reached the door to his quarters. "I think I'll handle it now."
"When do you want me to take the boy to Dantooine, Master Kardal?"
"First thing in the morning," he replied, opening the door. "A freighter will be prepared to take you both to the Outer Rim. I will inform Master Lestin of your arrival and make sure you have a place to stay in the Enclave."
"Thank you, Master Kardal," Arren replied, dropping his arm with a small bow.
"I hope you understand the responsibility, Master Kae," he said, resting against the doorframe. "What was discussed in the Chamber today is not to be ignored. Both you and Master Lamar gave valid arguments. Don't disappoint me," Jifo added; his voice sounded oddly similar to Arren's when she said the same words to Atris. "I would like to see a Mandalorian Jedi in my life," he continued with a quiet chuckle.
"I won't disappoint you, Master Kardal," she promised, bowing once again. "When do you think he should be told the truth?"
"I'll leave it up to you to decide. I trust you'll see when the time is right."
Translation:
Oritsir – curse, swear, bellow.
Jetti – Jedi (obviously).
Ner cyare riduur – a combination of three words created by me. Ner – my. Cyare – beloved. Riduur – partner/spouse/husband/wife.
Hello, TheProdigy99 here. As I've said, we're starting from the very beginning. I'm going to use some words from other languages in this story. If you see a foreign word written in italic, there will be a translation below the chapter. Or, as was the case here, when all text is in italic, the foreign words will be written in a normal way. I will include a translation each time a foreign word appears in the chapter.
Also, I want to keep the Author's Notes to a minimum in future chapters, so let me explain a few things right in the beginning: I'm completely rewriting the story of Revan. Some of my original ideas will be salvaged, some will remain unchanged, and some will be completely wiped out, so don't freak out if you notice any discontinuities between this story and 'Price of the Sacrifice' or 'The Tragedy of Revan.' Also, if this story creates some issues/questions that will seem incomprehensible at the moment, please wait for future chapters. I'll do my best to make the story explain itself. That doesn't mean you can't ask questions, though. But remember that I won't be answering them directly.
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