Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic: Stolen Soul

Chapter Two: The Mandalorian General

Dawn approached, I was wide awake; even though I was noticeably tired. I flipped over to my side, and tucked my hand under my neck. I stared blankly at my lightsaber which lay on the small table beside my bed. I remember the day when I chose it. I remembered how cold it was on the planet IIum. I couldn't wait to get my crystal and leave. The other younglings and I were all so excited. We had waited for this day ever since we started our training. The caves were treacherous, we all had to split up and let the Force guide us to our crystals. It was usual for younglings to find blue, green, and even purple crystals; Revan's lightsaber was purple, this made him at high ranks within the Order. Envied for his wisdom. But me, people always looked at me strange since that day. The Force had led me to my crystal. It was black. Which was a highly unusual crystal.  It was such a strange happening, many people distanced themselves from me, even my friends. For some reason Revan wasn't bothered by it; he actually accepted it better than I. Through my training, I dealt with many of my once friends constantly bothering me of where the Force brought me. I never understood. But my Master once told me that he was proud that I was apart from the rest, and that I had a special future set ahead. That I would embrace the Force unlike any other. I believed him with all my heart, he was the only one I would ever trust. But nevertheless, I dealt with being "different" every day. No one ever let me live it down. Was this really my life? Had my Mother and Father chosen wrong? Jedi were not doubtful, and yet here I was, doubting every little detail about my life.

I sighed, throwing my legs over the edge of my bed. Despite every inch of my body longing to stay in bed. I gave myself a push, and leapt off. I reached down, coaxing my feet inside my tall boots. Then I grabbed my lightsaber attaching it to the holder on my leather belt. I lifted my hands, gathering my hair into a tight leather tie. I took in a deep breath, while walking towards the door.

Standing outside my room was one of the Enclave's Masters. "Padawan Segterr, Master Revan wishes your presence in his quarters."

I stared up at him

But like always, there is a calm before the storm. And I could sense the storm approaching. My arms grew limp, and I felt a strange sensation within my chest. I quickened my steps to my Master's quarters. Once was at his door, I lifted my hand to give a slight knock. But before I could do so, the door slid open. My Master stood inside, and motioned me to join him. I bowed, and stepped in. The door slid shut behind me. His room was neat, there was nothing out of place, and his lightsaber lay perfectly on his side table. He walked over to the mat which was laying below the window, giving off dim light. He turned around and sat down, with his back straight and his head held high.

"Come, sit," He told me, holding his hand out in front of him.

I walked over and sat down in front of him, crossing my legs. His eyes closed, and he took in a deep breath.

"Do you sense it, Padawan?" He said, in a soothing tone.

I let my eyes fall shut, "I do, Master. I sensed it before I came in here." I told him.

"What are your thoughts?"  Revan asked.

I let my breath pass softly through my parted lips, "I am not quite certain, I sense that something immense is going to take place soon." I opened my eyes a little to see my Master's reaction.

He remained calm, his face was relaxed, and then he opened his eyes. "Our sense is clouded, which means any number of things could happen."

I nodded, "Master, are we to take this before the council?" I asked.

Revan shook his head, "No, not now. They will only be bothered."

I gave a nod in agreement. Revan stood, and gave a hand to help me up. I ignored it, and jumped to my feet. "What are we to do now?" I asked.