Title: Legends of Dark and Light: The Story of Revan and Malak
Author(s): MarcusDade
Timeframe: Kotor Era
Characters: Revan, Malak, various other Kotor era character make appearances as well.
Genre: Action/Adventure; Drama; Slight AU
Summary: Follows the careers of Revan and Malak, from their childhood up through the mandalorian wars and after.
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars, or any content related to star wars. If I did own star wars, I would be a very rich and happy man with an affinity for flannel shirts, beards and pompadours.
This story spans the story of Revan and the many characters around him. The stories of Revan, Malak, and the Exile will all be told, with various other characters who join the story haven't parts of their own stories told, such as Carth Onasi, Bastila Shan, Canderous Ordo and Jolee Bindo and more! This story will be told in three parts.. Part One: The Undying Force; Part II: The Crusaders; and Part III: The Return of the Force!
Just a note, that any Canon sources are taken from The Knights of the Old Republic series of Comic books, as as well as the two KotOR games. Some of this is based in canon, and some of this is just my own imagination. However, I'm leaving most of the canon stuff untouched. So please note that in here, Revan is a Guy, the exile is a girl, etc. However, please note that I said I'm leaving most of the canon stuff untouched, not all. If things I add turn out to be canon or not canon in future game and comic book releases, I really don't care. ^_^ I'm just writing this because I enjoy the story that I'm crafting. And I hope you do too!
I hope you all like it, and please leave comments and suggestions on what you like, what you don't like and what you think I could do better!!!
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Prologue: The Coming of a Prophecy
"I am the Dark Lord of The Sith!" the young Dark Jedi screamed as his hand reached out in hatred. The dark energies swarmed, and the ancient Draethos Jedi Master fell, broken. His bones had been shattered, his body crushed by the power of the dark side emanating from the evil presence that had invaded his chambers. It was a rare power, but evil and powerful none the less. And as Jedi Master Odan Urr breathed his last breaths, and spoke his last few words, the Dark Lord of the Sith stood. He had once been Exar Kun, promising Jedi Knight. But now he was Exar Kun, power hungry Sith Lord. He looked once more at the ancient Jedi Master with contempt, as he took the sith holocron he had been looking for.
Odan Urr felt his body draining, and as it did so, he let go. He knew he had to. There was no reason to hold onto this life. Although he died with despair. "I cannot stop it," he mourned to himself as he let his physical self go. And before the eyes of the evil Sith Lord, his body disappeared, becoming one with the force. And as his Master had predicted, nearly a millennium earlier, Jedi Master Odan Urr died among his precious books and scrolls, one of the most ancient Jedi ever.
But Odan Urr simply died. He did not vanish, as most people belief one does as they die. No Odan Urr knew, as all Jedi do, that to die was not to end, but to simply transverse into another life. A life less restricted than this. A life of pure beauty where no evil existed. A life inside the light side of the Force. And as Odan Urr opened his eyes, he expected to see a vast array of nothingness. He expected to be floating simply in brilliant white clouds, or perhaps to just be a consciousness inside the great will of the force. Instead, however, he was right back where he had died. He wasn't lying on the floor, there was no debris from the battle, and the Dark Lord of the Sith was apparently long gone. He touched himself to be sure, and to his surprise, he not only felt his own skin but his wrinkles had disappeared. And as he walked over to the mirror (he was amazed that he was able to walk and not hobble) he realized that not only was he back in his beloved Ossus Library, but that he had suddenly become younger. So much younger, in fact that he theorized he was barely three hundred years old. And as he looked over his appearance, amazed at what he saw, he didn't see the small blonde figure trot into the room, tears rolling down her cheek. And as Odan Urr turned, he could not help but be brought to his knees at the sobbing child. For this was no ordinary child. And as he held out his arms, eager to accept the young girl into his arms, his own eyes overflowed with tears.
He gasped with joy as little Vima Sunrider ran into his arms, her small body shaking with the sobs that shook her. "There, there young one," he soothed, his hand softly caressing her hair as he used the force to sooth her sobbing body. "It is okay. I am not gone. Dead, yes, but never gone." The Jedi Master couldn't help, however, breaking down in his own sobs. The young child was the last sight he had seen before the sith lord Exar Kun had taken his life. The last act that he had done was to finish training Nomi sunrider in battle meditation, while her young four year old daughter, Vima, played affectionately with the robes of Master Urr, whom she had practically adopted as her official grandfather. Odan didn't know whether Vima was already powerful enough to contact him through the force, or whether this was just a simple vision the force was giving him to ease his transition into his afterlife. He didn't care either way. Either way, he was still getting to say goodbye, even if it wasn't to the real Vima.
"Why'd you have to leave?" the young girl asked through her sobs, her face still firmly pressed into the Jedi Master's chest.
"Oh young one," he soothed, amidst his own heartbroken sobs. He couldn't however, find an answer for the young girl. Yet, whether it was the girl's actual wisdom, or the force's own wisdom, the girl answered for him. "You never left. You'll be with us always?"
"Oh yes, young one," Odan sobbed, hugging the girl ever closer, afraid that the force might take her away at any moment. Please, he thought, just a moment longer. Don't take her away from me yet.
Almost as if the force agreed, the young girl hugged the Jedi Master tighter and slid down to the floor, resting her head on his knees as he adjusted himself to sit cross legged upon the uncharacteristically warm floor. But then again, the Jedi Master figured if the force could make Vima appear, it wouldn't be out of its power to give him a comfortably warm floor. "Tell me a story," the young girl crooned and Odan sobbed as he nodded and ran his newly un-aged hand through her flowing blonde locks. He knew they would someday turn red like her mothers, and he could already feel how she would probably surpass her mother as a Jedi Knight. But then again, that could just be because he was literally inside the force now. Or was he? And was she really there or was this all just a soothing vision from the force, to make his death seem less painful.
"There will be another time, young one," a voice said from the entrance way. It was a deep, soothing voice. A voice that Odan had not heard in centuries. And the last time he had heard the voice, it had been in his head, transmitted telekinetically. But this time, the voice was truly audible, as if spoken by a true mouth and set of vocal chords. But that wasn't possible. His master didn't have vocal chords. But then again, this was the force. Anything was possible. And as he turned his head, his face still wet with tears of joy and sorrow, he saw his old master floating in the doorway, his entire being radiating the same peace and serenity it always had. "Master Ooroo!" Odan cried incredulously and the young Vima, whether real or not, looked up as well.
Indeed Ooroo, the Celegian Jedi Master had arrived. He was without his survival tank, although Odan Urr imagined that certainly one didn't need to breath after one was dead. And although one didn't need to eat, he would sure miss the cookies he used to treat himself to while reading through piles of manuscripts.
"There will be another time for stories, young one," Ooroo crooned tenderly to the young girl as he stroked her head gently with one his tentacles. The young girl, smiling at the ancient master she had never met, stood up and kissed Odan upon the cheek before running out of the library. Odan, afraid that he would never get to see her again, immediately got up to run after her. "She is not leaving until you wish her to," Ooroo said as he stayed Odan with a gentle touch of his tentacles. Odan then turned to his master, unable to stop the question from pouring forth, although he imaged a Jedi Master should have more restraint. "Is she real, Master?"
"Would you like me to tell you the truth, or just simply what you want to hear?' Ooroo questioned, a hint a serenity in his voice. And Odan swore if the jedi Master had a mouth, he would have smiled. Smiling back at the Celegian Jedi Master, Odan replied, "I do not wish to lie to myself."
"And neither should you," Ooroo replied, "But it was only polite to ask. The answer however, is both yes and no."
"Yes and no?" Odan repeated, incredulous as how Vima could and couldn't be there at the same moment.
"Well it is simple, really," Ooroo explained, as his body relaxed backwards, almost as if he was sitting on some invisible chair. "The girl misses you terribly. She has reached out to you with the force, and in turn you have reached out to her. When the girl wishes, she will be able to visit you. Although untrained, she is extremely powerful in the force and just as her mother is prone to visions. The unfortunate news, however, is that she will only be truly here when she has these visions. The other times, it is simply a vision of the force in order to comfort and sooth you. To bring you those that have lost you, so that you may have a chance to say goodbye. But I advise you padawan, do not get attached to the visions, or else their whole purpose will have been in vain. And secondly, impart any wisdom you can to the young Vima. You never know when the vision of Vima may actually be the real Vima, visiting you in her force dreams."
"Will she leave?" Odan asked, fearing that the answer would be that she would be leaving much too soon.
"Only when you wish her to," Ooroo answered to the Jedi Master's relief. "But I advise you, padawan. Do not keep her around longer than you need to. The young Vima will not always be truly here. And do not shut her out of your presence completely. You must not decline the real Vima the pleasure of listening to your wisdom or the joy of one of your stories of the ancient histories of which you love so dear."
Odan smiled, looking down at himself. "Where am I?"
"Why, in your chambers at the Great Jedi Library on Ossus, of course," Ooroo replied matter-of-factly. "Isn't that quite obvious?"
There was mischief in his tone, however, and Odan knew he was not imparting the whole truth. This was not in jest, however. Odan knew that Ooroo simply wanted Odan to know that he already knew the answer.
"I am one with the force," Odan replied. "It has given me the gift of being able to spend my afterlife in the place that I held closest to my heart. Among my beloved books and scrolls."
"Precisely," Ooroo replied, proud at his Padawan's wisdom of discernment.
"In that respect, are you really here?" Odan asked, hoping the answer was yes. "Or are you just a vision to ease my transition into death as well?"
"No, padawan," Ooroo replied with a gentle chuckle, "I am truly and literally here. I am literally talking to you and I see you right now as you see me. I have invited myself into your personal afterlife, because there are many things of wisdom that I must depart to you. Just as I was a learner to these great mysteries under my new master, you shall be the learner once again under me."
"Your new master?" Odan asked, skeptical. But just as he asked, a radiant beam of light slowly entered the room. It was radiant, but not blinding. It was like looking into the sun, but instead of blinded, you were cured of any ill thought you ever possessed. Ever despair was erased by hope, every sorrow by joy, every pain by pleasure. And as Odan looked at the light, now forming into a cohesive object, all he could feel was the absolute epitome of peace and serenity. A feeling so supremely exhilarating and full of ecstasy, that he knew at once that this being, or whatever it was, was the pure embodiment of the light side of the force. A being so purely good, that it would surely turn even the most evil Dark Lord of the Sith into a loving servant of the light. And as he watched, transfixed by the marvelous sight, the being of light solidified itself, becoming a very human like form, but without a visible face. But to his horror, something new entered. Pure darkness was now entering the room. He cried out in horror at the sight. "Master!" he cried in pure fear, as pure evil invaded he room. This new being was of the dark side. Pure and utter evil.
"Shhhh," a gentle and calming voice uttered. But it was not one voice. It was two voices, blending into perfect harmony. And it emanated from both of these new creatures. The voice was absolutely angelic, beautiful in both its sound and feel. It was the perfect pairing between the male and female voice, spoken in all languages simultaneously, but heard in only the listener's own tongue. And as Odan looked upon these two creatures, the fear dissipated. He understood that this new dark entity was not of the dark side. He was simply just thinking "light side white, dark side black." And he realized that he should remember that this was not the truth at all. And as the dark shape closed in, it draped itself around the figure of light, becoming now a beautiful cloak of silver light. And now the figure opened its eyes, its face becoming visible beneath the light.
"Odan Urr," the figure said, now possessing the angelic voice Odan had heard earlier, "We are overjoyed to have you hear with us. Tell us, was your death painful?"
"Dying is always painful," Odan replied serenely, "but my death itself? No, it was of the purest peace."
"And so you understand," the figure replied, smiling gently. "You have much to learn of the force, young one."
"I am not so young," Odan replied, about to correct the figure about his age.
"To you? Of course not," the figure replied, a subtle joyous laugh in its voice. "But to us, you are but an infant. For we are ancient, far ancient than the republic itself. We lived far long before your time, Odan Urr. Back when the force was new and the galaxy was but in its infancy. So to us, you are very young. But then youth is in the eye of the beholder, is it not?"
Odan couldn't argue against that reasoning. After all, many truths only depended on one's own point of view. "Are you to teach me?" he asked the being.
"Us? No. We are not your teacher. We have been your teacher's teacher. However, he is wise enough to teach you, we feel. We are but part of your world and part of his. We are the force and the force is us. Just as you are now the force, and the force you. The force's will is but the will of many beings across the stretch of time. For the force is timeless. There is no past, present or future with the force. There is only the force. For this reason, there is also no death."
"Only the force," Odan repeated.
"There is always only the force," the being repeated serenely.
"But what are...what were you?"
"We are, and were the ancient ones. the architects, some call us in their legends and riddles. Others call us the celestials. You may know us simply as the Whills."
"So you are the collective consciousness of the whole Whill species?"
"Species? No, Odan Urr. The whills were never a species. We, like the Jedi, came from all walks of life and all species. We used are force power to build great ships and tools of life. Regrettably, our inventions of giving were eventually taken and turned into tools of taking. Great war machines fueled by the evil of beings. A dark power that would cover the whole galaxy."
"The sith!"
"No Odan Urr. Far more ancient than the sith. Far more ancient than anything that is within the ancient texts that you so love. Far more evil and far worse than anything that will ever consumed or will ever consume the galaxy ever again."
"So what happened to them?"
"They? They were beings of enormous proportions, Odan Urr. Beings that were once benevolent as we were. They were once benevolent as we were, but they went astray. They gave into their lust for power because of the evil one they served. And as all things evil, they were eventually destroyed by the Force."
"Who destroyed them?"
"Why we did, of course, Odan Urr. The whills sacrificed themselves to save the galaxy. Save the beings from the terrible fate that awaited them and the galaxy. For they were not truly evil, Odan Urr. Nobody truly is. But the force they served was. A force that has no name, but only a feeling. A feeling of pure dread. A feeling of pure sorrow and dread. It is the cause of the galaxy's sufferings, but it is but a shadow of what it once was, because of us. We used our light to transcend our bodies. We destroyed the forces of evil once and for all. But in doing so, we destroyed ourselves as well. But it was a worthy sacrifice, we feel. And we would do it again if we needed."
"Who were these beings?" Odan asked, incredulous.
"This is really not the time for historical questions Odan Urr."
"But there is no time with the force. You said so yourself...yourselves."
"Touche, Odan Urr. Touche," the figure replied with a sound of amusement in its voice. "Very well, we shall tell you a bit of the history, but the full tale must wait until your Master has trained you. But we shall give you some tales to whet the appetite of your voracious mind." The term voracious was said, obviously, in a very amused tone. It was obvious that the figure was all too happy to impart any type of knowledge it could to Odan Urr.
"The beings have a name which cannot be uttered in many tongue, as you do not have the vocal chords necessary to do so. For the sake of this lesson we shall call them the Bognagis. The Bognagis were an extremely ancient race, far more ancient than even we are. And they were originally a very primitive, albeit ingenious, race. They wanted not of the wonders of technology, or at least what we considered technology in the ancient times. They wanted only to be at peace with their loved ones and on their various home-worlds. in the beginning, there were only the Bognagis. But eventually the galaxy expanded and more races were born. But in our days, the multitude of races was far fewer than the many races you know of in your day, Odan Urr. There were only four races in our day. The Bognagis, the Muurasnago and the two races that made up the whills: the Agnu and the Ugnu. The Agnu were tall and slender beings, beings that were the embodiment of pure joyous and energetic light. My body is made up of my Agnu's counterpart, as you can very well see. The Ugnu, on the other hand, were beings that were the embodiment of pure wisdom and calming darkness. Not the darkness with which you equate with your 'dark side' but the darkness with which one would equate with wisdom and knowledge. The type of darkness that is not evil and shrouding, but the type of darkness that offers calm and discernment."
"The reason for your dark cloak," Odan ascertained.
"Yes, that is correct, Odan Urr. When we joined the whills, we would choose our Ugnu mate and counterpart. We would mate for life, with both our love and knowledge. For you see the Agnu and Ugnu are simply the male and female of the same species, although considered different races for various reasons. But that is a lesson for another time, Odan Urr. Please don't ask me to explain it now. Suffice to say, the Agnu were the female of our species, warm and caring with energetic joy. The Ugnu were the male of our species, forever protective and wise. And together we became whole. The agnu supplying the joy and happiness, and the Ugnu to supply the knowledge and the wisdom to understand it. For together, we were whole. Apart, we couldn't exist. My dark cloud is the embodiment of my mate, my Ugnu. And I am the Agnu. The Ugnu forever protects the Agnu with his love and wisdom, and the Agnu forever holds the Ugnu close, to supply him with all of the love and tenderness which he so heartily accepts."
"But attachment could lead to the dark side," Odan protested.
"Dark side?" the figure asked, incredulous. "No, Odan Urr. Unbridled passion may lead you to your dark-side. But attachment to one you love? Love will never condemn you, Odan Urr. Love will always save you. But we shall leave the philosophical discussion for you and your master. You wanted to learn our history, did you not?"
"Well, yes," Odan replied, "Sorry."
"The Agnu and Ugnu were naturally gifted in the force, and our Whills soon became a full society, with every single Agnu and Ugnu being inducted after the time of their marriage. Agnu and Ugnu mature very fast, but we live for eons. It will take many thousands of years for an Agnu and Ugnu pair to die. But if separated from their mate, they decline in health rapidly. For we are not whole without the other. We choose our mates early in childhood. We grow up with them and become one with them very quickly. By the time we are ten year old, we are married and become mates. And at that time, we are inducted into the society of the Whills. Many eons passed with the Whills becoming the parents of the galaxy. We created many machines, capable of traveling vast distances across the galaxy at light speed. We visited many worlds and learned of the wisdom they had to offer. Many of these worlds did not yet have sentient life, but you must remember that this was back eons ago, when Coruscant was a planet of lush wildlife, with not even one stone to be seen. And many millennia after we had survived, the Bognagis were enslaved. Enslaved by the very dark evil of the universe. It had materialized itself into their great Bognagis leader, and under his manipulation had taken our great gifts of technology we had given them and reverse-engineered them. They became tools of death and destruction. They destroyed many worlds, Odan Urr. Many worlds that you will never see or hear of again because of these horrible acts. And we did not have the power to stop them. Our technology was for giving life, not for taking it. We had no means of defending ourselves, except the force. And it was then that we knew something must be done."
Odan could feel the sorrow emanating from the figure and he felt sad for it. It apparently knew this.
"Do not feel sad for us, Odan Urr. Feel sad for the Bognagis who were enslaved and used against their will. Their immense power in the force exploited by an evil being who's name does not deserve mentioning. We met the Bognagis in their home system. We used our power of the force in the only way we knew how. And we destroyed them, utterly. Not one Bognagis was left alive in the galaxy, but neither was the evil presence. But the only way we were able to do such an act was to sacrifice ourselves as well, using our own power of the force to seek out and turn their evil to the light. For you see Odan Urr, the greatest victory is not in beating your opponent, but in making him see the light. After that battle, there were no Bognagis left, and very few Agnu and Ugnu left. The society of the whills had gone from several million, to simply just several. There were only two Whills left. Me and my mate. We knew our time would not last long, not without the rest of the agnu and ugnu to keep us strong. And so we spent the rest of our short lived days doing what we could to rebuild the galaxy. We build a great planet of monuments, to pay homage to the valiant and Courageous Bognagis, who with our help had finally been able to break free from their evil enslaver, at the cost of their own lives. This graveyard world is now very ancient, and we doubt that any of the monuments still stand, but one monument that we created still stands. Our home system as well as the Bognagis home system was destroyed in the fight. And so, from the ashes of those broken system, we created a new system. Twice as large and twice as splendid as the last. We built a large space station with which to construct the system, and using our power of the force, we created the Five Brothers. The Five brothers to stand monument to the five purest tenets of the force: Wisdom, Harmony, Peace, Love and Life. And with our last effort, we gave our lives to supply the center star: the life-force needed to urge such a beautiful system to spawn life. And so, we died doing what all Whills do: giving life."
"So you...you created the Correllian system?" Odan asked, amazed.
"That is what you call the Five Brothers these days, yes? Yes, we created them."
"But...but how?"
"We promised you only one history lesson today, Odan Urr. Your other questions, as we said must wait until you are done with your training."
Odan nodded. "I understand. Thank you."
The being smiled. "We merely wished to greet you. We are glad that you also wished for us to impart knowledge. We look forward to imparting more when you are ready. Farewell for now Odan Urr. Please contact us whenever you please. We are always willing to spend time with loved ones."
"But how will I know how to contact you?" Odan asked, but then he knew the answer. "I will know how," he said confidently.
"Of course you will. You always have," the figure said. And as the two separate beings made one slowly left the room, Odan's attention was turned back to his Master. And as he looked at his master, he knew what he must first learn the answer to.
"Master, so much darkness as I left the world. Why?" he asked, sorrowful that he had left the galaxy in such dangerous and evil hands.
"I promised you that you would die old and amongst your beloved writings. I never said anything about you leaving the galaxy in perfect order. That is something no one could ever promise. For the dark side and the light side are forever fighting. But all is not lost. Come with me."
As Ooroo floated from the room, Odan left with him and suddenly found himself in a maternity ward on a remote planet. A beautiful young girl was laying upon the birthing platform, heaving sighs of desperation. The medical team was clearly primitive, but pragmatic. A female doctor was gently soothing the woman's hair as she whispered soothing things into her ears. "it will be alright. You can do it. Push! Push!"
"Where are we master?" Odan asked, never remembering ever seeing this planet before.
"Deralia," master Ooroo answered. "inside the head medical facility of the planet, if you must thought. Although that's not saying much as they are a very primitive planet with very few resources."
"How is a woman birthing supposed to give me peace of mind, master?" Odan asked, wondering why his master would choose such an occasion to teach him a lesson.
"The Birth, my young padawan, happening as we speak. It has been many years since you have died. For as the whills said, the force knows no time. And a birth is the most joyous miracle of the force, my padawan. Life is one of the five tenets, don't you agree?"
"Now I understand, Master. Thank you."
"Do not thank me padawan," Ooroo said serenely, "Thank the mother for her sacrifice."
"Her sacrifice?" Odan asked. "Please Master, no. Not to one so young and bristling in the force," he said pleadingly. "She will die?"
"Sadly, yes," Ooroo replied sorrowfully. "But it is not she bristling with the force, my padawan."
"But it has to be, master!" Odan exclaimed. "The power coming from her is like none I've ever felt! It's more powerful than even Exar Kun himself!"
"Again, padawan," Ooroo explained, "It is not she that you are feeling."
"You mean...?' Odan asked amazed.
"Yes, padawan," Ooroo said, "The power you feel is emanating from her womb. From the child that she is bringing into the universe."
Odan couldn't believe his ears. "But a child, master! A child who is that powerful in the force?!"
"Imagine what his power will be like when he is an adult, padawan."
The young girl who was giving birth was still brilliantly beautiful despite the fact that she was sweating profusely and was breathing as hard as if she was giving birth to a full sized bantha. She had waist length brown hair, which had fallen to the floor because of the fact that she was now lying down. Her skin was a gentle cream color and her eyes were a beautiful dark emerald, that should pure love and kindness. This was possibly a woman who had never shown an ounce of anger in her entire life. And Odan looked upon her, he could only feel hope for her young unborn child. There was no thought about whether she would live or die. All she cared about at the moment, was that her young boy would live. "She would make a good Jedi," Odan said, thinking about the woman's thoughts.
"Indeed she is as selfless as any Jedi Master could hope to be," Ooroo agreed. "It is a pity that she must die so young. But she thinks not of such things. She thinks of her loving husband with whom she can now return. She knows that she is going to die, padawan. She can feel it."
"The the force, Master?" Odan inquired.
"Mother's intuition," Ooroo replied with kind humour. And Odan smiled, despite the fact that he knew he was about to watch a beautiful young woman die so that another may live. True sacrifice, he thought to himself as he watched the young woman on the birthing bed, her only focus on bringing her beloved baby into the world. A child whom she had not met yet, but whom she already loved more than her own life, more than the world itself. And she would gladly sacrifice herself a hundred times, no a million times over in order to ensure that her baby would live.
"It's not coming out!" a male doctor at the end of the bed said in alarm. As he said so, the young woman screamed as if all of the pain that Odan had ever endured in his life was simply a scratch that would heal in a couple of minutes. Her scream was one of such pain that Odan knew she would not be able to go peacefully.
"Please master," he pleaded, "Do not let her death be in pain. Please let her have that simple dignity." And although his master did not turn to him, he knew he agreed.
"You must concentrate, padawan. It is hard to interact with the living without training. While we are here, we are in truth not here. We must use our concentration to allow the force to sooth her pain. But do not think you must do this on your own. You do not have the simple power of your own anymore, padawan. You now have the entire power of the infinite and universal force."
And Odan concentrated, putting his hands over the woman's head, while Ooroo's tentacles encircled her body, as if the bed wasn't even there.
"We have to make a decision, Tiurkia!" the male doctor said to the female, who was still trying to sooth the young woman. "We need to sacrifice the child! For the mother's sake!"
The woman screamed again and Odan concentrated harder as he felt his hands begin to solidify.
The woman grasped the arm of the female doctor, giving her a pleading look, as he huffed puffed in pain.
"Tiurkia!," the male doctor yelled, vibro-scalpel in hand. AS he said so, the young woman shook her head fervently at the female doctor. The female doctor couldn't remove her eyes from the pleading mother.
"Save the child," Tiurkia finally said, tears escaping from her eyes and the young woman closed her eyes and mouthed a thank you, although her pain was keeping her from speaking.
"Jennel!" The male doctor yelled to an assistant, "Sedatives now. If the mother wants to sacrifice herself, I'm sure as hell not letting her sacrifice be painful."
"Sedatives won't be fast enough, Thanos!" the young doctor named Tiurkia exclaimed. "If we wait for the sedatives to work, they'll both die."
"The poor girl's suffered enough, Tiurkia!" the male doctor pleaded, but again, the young mother shook her head at the young female doctor.
"Do it," Tiurkia said as she nodded towards the scalpel in the doctor's hand. And without hesitation, knowing that he had no choice, the doctor plunged the vibro-scalpel in the birthing mother's lower abdomen.
The women lurched, taking a large intake of breath. But despite the young female doctor's alarm, this was not out of pain. For at the exact moment that the knife had pierced her flesh, Odan Urr had concentrated with all of his might. Give me the pain! he screamed into the force as the knight pierced into her. Give it to me! Let her escape it! Do not let her sacrifice be painful! But there was no pain to come to either of them. And as the scalpel became her child's savior, and her tool of sacrifice, all she felt as it pierced her was utter calm as Odan and Ooroo pierced through the force and into her very flesh. And as the doctor performed the cesarian section to save the baby, the woman suddenly saw a face materialize in front of her. For Odan Urr had broken the barrier. He had made himself part of both worlds. And while none of the other people in the room could see him, the woman smiled up at him and he down at her. "You are safe now," he said, his calming voice causing her to let go. Your baby will live his master said through the force as he too materialized in front of her eyes. Both Odan and Ooroo were blue ghosts to her, but to them, she was a pure physical being. Your child will do great things, Ooroo said to the young mother. Your sacrifice was selfless and just. Sleep knowing that your baby will turn the galaxy into a better place to live for everyone for millions of years to come.
And as the young mother smiled, the doctor removed the baby from the dying, yet thankful mother. And as her life drained, the doctor's cut the child's attachment and laid him in her arms. "It's a boy, the young female doctor said with tears of joy as she knew the young mother would soon be gone from the galaxy. "Re....re...," the young mother tried to say. But another voice said it for her. It was Master Ooroo, who had materialized himself for all to see. "Revan," he said through the force and the young mother smiled and nodded. "The mother wishes her child to be called revan. He shall be given to the Jedi order for training. He will do great things for the galaxy."
The young mother smiled feebly and repeated in a strained and soft voice, "Revan. Revan Varris Jahuni." And as she said the child's full name, she closed her eyes, her life force leaving her.
Odan looked down upon the young mother's now lifeless frame, tears forming in his eyes. "Such sacrifice," he said amazed. "Such loving selflessness."
"The Jedi are not the only ones capable of such sacrifice," Ooroo said with a gentle soothing tone. "And sometimes mothers make the best Jedi, as you saw with the beautiful and talented Nomi Sunrider.
And as Ooroo said it, the birthing room sped away into a stream of light, leaving them in nothing but blank space. The space that Odan had first expected when passing onto the force. And as they passed on, so did another figure. A figure of pure blue light and beautiful features. And as it materialized, Odan knew it to be the young mother. And now he even knew her name. Layra Jahuni. The beautiful young 18 year old wife of Varris Jahuni. Her young husband had tragically died a few months earlier on a hunting trip off into the wilderness of their home planet. And as she stood before him, tears in her eyes, Odan couldn't help but open his arms and pull her into a warm hug, amazed at the deed she had done.
"Thank you," the young girl said as she pressed her head into the Jedi Master's chest.
"No," Odan said, tears streaming from his eyes, "Thank you."
And as he thanked her, she slowly disappeared, becoming one with the force in her own way. And as Odan stood there, Ooroo floated up to him, and placed a tentacle around his shoulders. "Come padawan. We still have a bit more to see for today."
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As Odan and Ooroo moved forwards, there suddenly appeared a new place. And Odan immediately recognized the serene planet. The low yet beautiful trees were perfectly complemented by the gentle grass and the rolling hills were unmistakable. And of course the building was recognizable as well. It calming architecture and bustling inhabitants had been seen by him once before. "The enclave on Dantooine!," Odan said with happiness. They've made it even grander than I remember!"
"Yes, padawan," Ooroo said joyously, "They have made it a place of true happiness and serenity. Dantooine a peaceful planet where one may always find solitude in the force. But come, we must finish our lesson."
"Of course master," Odan replied and they glided through the landscape, not bother to open any doors. It was a weird feeling for Odan, passing through walls with no hinderance what-so-ever. It was as if he was a ghost. But then he remembered that he was a ghost. Or at least similar to the fictional creatures known as ghosts. And as they glided along, they entered into a small circular room, lined with various building blocks, and miniature plastic swoop bikes, and hammerhead ships and various other toys that children love to play with. And Odan couldn't help but smile as he saw the joy on all of the children's faces. A young rutian Twi'lek was happily running around the room holding a flowing piece of ribbon that she was holding up in the air, apparently by the force. A laughing Jedi creche master was running behind her, his muscular but gentle arms reaching out for her as he laughed along with with her. Another young girl with tan-colored skin and long black hair braided into many small little braids and an intrepid look upon her face was sitting on a female jedi knight's lap as she read a book to er. A book that Odan was immensely surprised had his holographic picture on the front.
"Ah," Ooroo said with amusement. "The Adventures of Odan Urr. It's quite a hit these days amongst children."
"Really? Well I wasn't much of an adventurer, you know that," Odan said, although he couldn't help a wide smile at how he was giving children joy, far past his death.
"Well you were a Jedi and you pretty much helped win the Great Hyperspace War," Ooroo explained.
"I recall that it was you who sacrificed himself to destroy the invaders," Odan retorted.
"Well of course," Ooroo replied with an air of humour, "But I don't think a floating brain in a giant tank looks as good as a determined Draethos wielding a lightsaber and charging upon incoming sith." And at this they both began laughing. However, as they were laughing Odan noticed a young boy with light brown hair and bright emerald green eyes was sitting in the back of a room, utterly transfixed by nothing other than the ceiling. As Ooroo was clearly more interested in the black haired boy reading the story, Odan moved through the room, and passed directly through the large pillar in the middle of the room. He moved up to the little boy and looked up at the same spot the little boy was looking at. "What are you looking at?" he asked, forgetting that the little could obviously not hear him, as they were both on opposite planes of existence at the moment. Sighing, Odan sat down beside the boy and looked up at the ceiling, and finally found the spot the boy was looking at. It was nothing more than a simple small crack in the ceiling, barely more than a millimeter wide. And yet the boy was utterly bemused and hypnotized by it. It made no sense to him. Why would one find so much interest in nothing but a simple flaw found in naturally mined rock.
He looked back at the boy and studied his face. And he felt great concentration coming from the boy. And so, deciding it was worth a try, he looked upon the scar in the rock once again, this time with a focus and concentration that he never before gave to anything but the most important matters of the Force. And as he did so, his eyes widened in amazement. He was suddenly pulled through the crack, out of the room, out of the enclave and straight out of the atmosphere of the planet itself. And as he looked upon the scar he was amazed that now through a scar in the rock, barely a millimeter wide, he was now able to see the whole Dantooine system, as if he was looking from a powerful telescope located somewhere on the surface of Dantooine. "Amazing," he said, bewildered. And as he said it, Ooroo's focus was suddenly turned to him.
"What is it, padawan?" his master asked.
"You must see what this child see!" Odan exclaimed, amazed that a child would have such powers.
"I already know what he sees," Ooroo said with serenity, "and I am glad that you now do as well. The child you are seated by is none other than the very boy you helped save just moments ago."
"You mean?" Odan said, his focus still transfixed by the amazing sight that the boy was viewing. But now he knew. This boy was the very one that the young mother had given her sacrifice to save. This was the young Revan Varris Jahuni. And he was indeed as talented as Master Ooroo had said he would be. Through the crack he was able to see the whole fabric of space around the Dantooine sector. The crack had suddenly turned into a looking glass for the force. And now, Odan understood. The boy was now looking through the crack. He was looking through the entire enclave! The boy's powers of the force were so immense that he was actually able to see through physical objects. His power of force sight had become so great that even at his level, he had already bypassed most masters. Although her realized that the boy was not able to do it as he willed. Clearly something caught his fancy in the crack that made him focus what it was. And in his ineptitude, he focused too hard, and his sight was enhanced to such a degree that he not only saw every single little detail of the crack, but he was now able to see the Wall of Dantooine as if he was standing on it. But suddenly the vision vanished as the boy suddenly turned his attention to a young boy who had just walked in. The young boy had wavy black hair and wore a mischievous grin that was clearly charismatic to all of the others in the room.
"Alek!," the young Revan exclaimed and the young boy turned his attention to the young. Immediately the young Alek's face turned to that of a elation and he ran to and embraced the other young boy. "Revan!" the young boy yelled back as he gripped his friend in a violently happy hug as if the two hadn't seen each other in ages. In truth, however, they just hadn't seen in each since breakfast. And since the two children had practically been joined at the hip since babies in the creche, going a couple hours without seeing each other was like going a couple of years. As the boy ran back to Revan's seat, they immediately began playing with the toy speeders and ships that had been left. "Let's play swoop race!" Alek exclaimed and Revan heartily agreed, exclaiming that he got to use the red one. This was obviously a matter of contention among the young boys, as Alek exclaimed that Revan always used the red one and that he should have a turn. Revan retorted that he always used the red one because it was his favorite speeder. And in truth, it was. For this speeder had been given to him personally by his favorite teacher. However, Alek retorted back that Jedi weren't supposed to have possession, and after a bit of squabbling, Revan finally agreed that it would indeed be fair if they agreed to share the red swoop bike. He in turn, he said, would take the yellow one. His second favorite, he supposed.
Odan smiled at the young boys. "So young and full of energy. I remember when I was that young."
"Then you have much better memory than I, young padawan," Ooroo attested.
"This Revan," Odan began, "He will be powerful?"
"His power shall know no bounds," Ooroo answered.
"But will such power help him, or hinder him?" Odan asked, uncertain of the boy's future.
"There is only the force, young padawan," Ooroo replied. "Suffice it to say, that while the Jedi council may never understand him, we must at least try to understand his mission, his destiny. His destiny is arguably as great as the destiny of the Whills with whom you conversed."
"But master! Such a destiny on one person!" Odan exclaimed. "He could not handle it alone!."
"He will not handle it alone," Ooroo, retorted. "He will have you."
"Me?" Odan asked, incredulously. "But I'm dead! What good can I be?"
"That is why I must train you," Ooroo replied, "again."
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Next: Chapter 1: The training of a Hero!
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I hoped you liked the prologue, and I hope it's whet your appetite for the story I'm going to be bringing you. Revan and Malak's journey will be a long one, but they will not be alone! Master Odan Urr will guide them through the storms they must face, and from his influence beyond the grave, he and Master Ooroo will give them the strength to do what must be done!
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