Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic: Stolen Soul

Chapter One: Surreptitious

It had been about four years since my training had begun, and along with it, the Mandalorian Wars. but it seemed such a short time had passed since then.

We stood silently in the empty halls, gazing out the clear window; scanning the hills and beautiful scenery of Dantooine. I had not yet fully grown comfortable talking freely with my Master. Of course the Order taught against speaking freely without being called upon. But I had seen so many Jedi and Padawan having such a relationship. Even then, I had come to the conclusion that it wasn't necessarily the rules holding me back from talking to him. It was in fact him who was. Revan wasn't an outspoken person, he always kept to himself, and he often had a superior attitude towards most. But it was mostly around me. Even after all this time we spent together, he still treated me as he had four years ago. When I first walked into the place we now stood. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched him. He was so still, so strange. His hands gripped a mask he had taken from a Mandalorian battle. Some have told me he wears it as a sort of souvenir. Revan was not like any Master I have ever talked to. There was something so strange about him. He was so wise, I could tell. And yet so foolish. He held every attribute of any person in the galaxy. He was intelligent, and wouldn't let anyone stop him from doing what he thought was best. I guess that's why I was so drawn to him. He was so intriguing! I wanted to know more about his past, and how he trained to become such a powerful Jedi Knight. I have heard some claim he is the strongest in the Force they have ever seen within the Jedi Order. I do not doubt it. But I do have a fear, deep within. I fear Revans intelligence, his yearning for more knowledge of what all is around us in this galaxy could be the downfall of him. I hated thinking this. I shook my head to rid myself of the thoughts.

Revan stood tall and still, as always. And he stared into nothing. 

I began to grow restless, fiddling with the lightsaber which hung at my side; this has become a habit of mine whenever I was impatient or nervous. Revan directed his gaze from the tall trees in the distance to my lightsaber. He looked up to my face.

"Bored?" He offered.

I stood still, I wasn't sure what to do or say. usually anything I said he found a problem in. I had no idea why so many people found his company enjoyably.

"A bit." I said, cautiously. 

He chuckled slightly, then he took in a deep breath, regaining his stern face. "A Jedi is never restless, Padawan. I have told you this more times than I can count. And here you are, proving difference."

I lowered my head, there it is, his constant criticism. "My apologies, Master." 

I reached up and tucked my auburn hair behind my ear. I sighed slightly and folded my arms into the depths of my sleeves.

I felt Revans hand on my back. "Come," He said. "I have some business to attend."

He removed his hand, placing his mask over his face, then walked towards the door. I turned, and swiftly followed behind him. We quickly made our way through the quiet hallways and walked to the exit. On our way out. We were met by Revan's good friend Alek. I bowed, and said hello. He reached out and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Padawan Segterr, I trust you're having a pleasant day?" He asked, kindly. 

I nodded. Master Alek was a strange man, such as Revan. I could see why they got along so well. Alek had two grey tattoos across his forehead. And he had this strange look about him. Close to what I sensed about Revan. I smiled, "I am Master Alek; and you?"

Master Malak smiled. "Very pleasant indeed."

Then he redirected his attention towards Revan. "We should be on our way, dear friend."