The Force was a vast, swirling river of power, and Revan was its vessel. He had been chosen, guided by the Force itself, to step into a new era.
An era fraught with complacency and corruption, where the Jedi Order had lost its way, and the Republic was on the brink of collapse.
But Revan was not one to shy away from challenges. He was a warrior, a protector, a beacon of hope. And he was ready.
His arrival was sudden, like a thunderclap in the calm of the night.
One moment, the steps of the Jedi Temple were empty, and the next, there he was, a figure clad in the robes of a Jedi Knight, kneeling on one knee, his head bowed low.
His presence was like a ripple in the Force, felt by every Jedi in the Order. It was as if the Force itself was demanding their full attention and will not take no for an answer.
As a result, some Jedi stopped in their tracks, their first meal forgotten. Others fainted, overwhelmed by the sudden surge of power. Even the Masters struggled to maintain their composure.
The Jedi guards on duty at the entrance of the Temple were the first visual witness of the event. They approached the stranger still kneeling, unmoving, warily.
Their hands hovering over their lightsabers.
After a few moments, the man slowly stood up, his dark hair revealing his face, no more obscuring his hard but handsome features. He looked around, as if orienting himself, then turned to face the guards.
One of the guards, a young Twi'lek, stepped forward.
- "Who are you?" he asked, his voice steady despite the unease in his eyes.
- "Why are you here?"
- "I am here to see the Jedi Council" the man replied calmly.
- "I have been sent by the Force."
The guards exchanged surprised glances. The man's response was unexpected, but they couldn't deny the truth of his words. The Force had indeed sent him, of that they were certain. They could feel it ring in the force.
After a brief discussion, they decided to contact the Council.
Shortly after, they were ordered to escort him to the high council chamber where the members were being urgently summoned.
As they walked through the Temple, the man's presence drew the attention of every Jedi they passed. He moved with a calm assurance, his gaze taking in his surroundings with a quiet intensity.
At one point, his gaze fell on a young red head boy, a Padawan by the looks of him.
The boy was watching him with a mixture of curiosity and a deep-seated pain. It was the pain of rejection, of feeling unworthy, of being sent away by the only family he had ever known. The man gave the boy a small smile and a subtle bow, and an unexplicable wave of comfort washed over the boy, easing his pain.
Finally, they reached the doors of the Council Chamber. Surrounded by guards, the man waited patiently for the Council to receive him. As he did so, he let his gaze wander out at the skyline of Coruscant, lingering on the Senate building and the banking sector. He could sense the two dark nexuses over those areas, a clear indication of the corruption that had taken root in the Republic.
Then, the doors to the Council Chamber opened, and the man walked in. The Council members were waiting for him, their faces a mix of surprise and curiosity.
The man met their gazes calmly, ready to address them and begin the task the Force had set him on.
(To be continued in Chapter 2...)