Star Wars: Revan

Chapter Forty-Nine: The Resurrection Of Revan

CORUSCANT - TEMPLE OF THE JEDI - SUNSET

Revan's heart raced as the shuttle approached Coruscant, the gleaming spires of the city-planet piercing the sky like a crown of steel. The Jedi Temple stood out in the twilight, he hadn't seen its grandeur for what felt like an eternity. The ship touched down gently, and the trio disembarked, their boots echoing in the quiet hangar. But Revan stops at the ramp, his gaze lingering on the interior of the hangar and the Jedi starfighters that lined the walls.

Obi-Wan: (concerned) Revan, are you alright?

Revan: (slowly) When I leave this ship, Revan will be resurrected in the eyes of the galaxy. It's a feeling I'm... not sure I'm ready for.

Obi-Wan: (sympathetically) You've been through much, Revan. But we'll face this together.

Revan takes a step forward, the gravity of the moment weighing on him, his boots hitting the cold stone floor of the Jedi Temple with a thud that seems to echo through the very core of the ancient structure. They make their way through the hallowed halls, familiar smells and sounds washing over Revan like a wave of memories.

As the trio walk through the Temple, the other Jedi cast shocked and surprised glances in their direction. Whispers of "Revan" ripple through the corridors like a soft breeze.

Revan: (whispers to himself) The Temple... it feels... different.

Anakin: (nods) It has changed.

The three Jedi are walking towards to the Council Chamber, their footsteps echoing off the ancient stone walls. The doors part with a hiss, revealing the assembly of the Council members, their faces a mix of shock and relief. Master Plo Koon rises from his seat first, while Revan couldn't see his eyes behind the mask, his voice is filled with warmth.

Plo Koon: Revan... is it really you?

The Council chamber is silent, the air thick with tension and anticipation. Revan nods solemnly, feeling the weight of their gazes upon him.

Revan: Yes, it is, Master Plo.

The Council members exchange glances, some visibly skeptical, others hopeful. Master Windu stands, his stoic face betraying nothing of his thoughts.

Mace: (firmly) How?

Yoda: (to the Council members) Be seated.

The little green Jedi Master's voice cuts through the tension like a lightsaber slicing through a block of durasteel. The Council members comply, their eyes still locked onto Revan. Revan, Obi-Wan and Anakin stand in the middle of the chamber, the gravity of the situation pressing down on them.

Yoda: (wisely) Your tale, we wish to hear. How life you found once lost.

Revan: (takes a deep breath) The explosion.... it didn't kill me. Asajj Ventress found me, and the Nightsisters of Dathomir healed me.

The Council members exchange glances, some of them raising their eyebrows skeptically.

Yoda: (thoughtfully) Ventress... the Nightsisters... Hmm, more to the story, there is.

Revan nods, feeling the weight of their doubt. He knows he must tread carefully, balancing his newfound truths with the Jedi's rigid doctrine.

Revan: (calmly) After I was brought to Dathomir, I underwent a journey... a journey that led me to understand the true nature of the Force. It led to the Unknown Regions, to the tomb of an ancient Dark Lord.