Accismus⋆౨ৎ˚⟡.• Anakin Skywalker⋆౨ৎ˚⟡.•

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'Where's Revan?' Ahsoka asked C3-PO, to which to the droid rotated his head to the woman to answer.

'I believe he's in his quarters-'

Ahsoka didn't let him finish before she headed towards the hallways again. C3-PO turned with a call to the Jedi but was ignored, forcing him to rush after her with flailing arms.

'Miss, Tano, please! The odds of the rebels' survival are nearly 48,000 to 1!'

'Never tell me the odds, Threepio!'

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Darkness. The light that had reentered the Force was nothing compared to the swirls of evil and hatred that still dwelled in its realm. The temptations, the glory, the power, the anger, it all powered the dark side, and lured those who couldn't resist its pull into its hold. Its fingers were clawed, and its voice was seductive; it promised whatever it could to bring the light into the dark.

Revan had never thought about the dark side, nor had he ever experienced its pull. While in the Jedi Order, Revan was strong with the light side of the Force. He wanted to know who his parents were, and the Council's rejection of his request to access the Jedi Records was painful, but Revan was never angry. He never felt the dark side's offer for answers, and the Shan thought that perhaps his ancestors had something to do with it.

Satele Shan was obviously a powerful Jedi and seemed to have never strayed from the light side of the Force. Sol was the epitome of the light, and being her cousin, Revan thought that the Shan name was destined for the life of peace and balance in the light.

But Revan remembered the day he and Ahsoka broke into the Jedi Records in the Jedi Temple. He had been looking at who Sol's family was, and if she was related to Satele Shan afterall. But Revan found more about that.

Darth Revan was a powerful Sith Lord. He turned from the light to the dark in search of glory and power. He was strong with the dark side of the Force, and his Sith affiliation had made the Jedi Order fear Satele when she joined the Jedi faith. But she had proven that her ancestors did not define her, and that the lineage of Sith would never return in the Shan family.

But in his quarters, Revan sat with a slipping mind. With his legs crossed on the floor of his room, the Jedi's dark eyes were closed in meditation. Instead of searching for peace and balance in the Force, Revan couldn't help but slip into his worries and sorrows.

He pictured Serrina. He remembered the last time he saw her face before it was crushed by her yellow Mandalorian helmet. He remembered the man who used the dark side to toss Revan's wife aside like she was nothing. Revan still felt the pain he did when he saw the blood on the ice and Serrina's mangled helmet.

Revan's stomach boiled, and his chest heaved. He couldn't see the good in the Force, nor accept the peace and tranquility it brought. He only saw the man that he despised; Darth Vader.

In the black suit that covered the burns of his failures, Darth Vader created a pit of hatred in Revan's signature. He wanted the man dead. He wanted Vader to suffer like he had done with the Jedi's extinction, and with the loss of his wife. He wanted to give into the yearn to kill, and the thought of Darth Vader still running rampant made Revan murderously angry.

'Revan!'

Yanked from his festering in the dark corners of the Force, Revan opened his eyes to see Ahsoka in his quarters. The darkness in his eyes lingered, but from the dimmed lighting and Ahsoka's flustered state, the Togruta didn't notice the change. A weathered, purple hue sat underneath his lashes, and as he looked up at Ahsoka from the floor, Revan couldn't help but glare from beneath his brow.