Force-Sensitive orphan, Y/N Argus has completed his training as a Jedi under the tutelage of Jedi Master Cal Kestis, and returned to his home planet. After that, his abusive adoptive parents get an invitation from a strange man in a cloak. Y/N Is qu...
I am falling through a dark abyss, wondering if this is what death is like, when suddenly a gloved hand grabs me by the tattered shirt I didn't notice I had on, and drags me up from the void, and into a glaring white space that vaguely reminded me of Kamino. I get to my hands and knees, and cough violently, as if that void were trying to drown me.
(???) - Get up.
I look up to see something that likely should have frightened me: My ancestor, in the flesh.
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(A/N: But without lightsabers. That bastard, Kuyo has them.)
I get to my feet, and look my ancestor dead in the face.
(Y/N) - So? Here to tell me I failed? Don't bother. I know I failed my master in fulfilling his last wishes, and I know I failed to protect the people I care about the most. There's no need to rub it in.
(Darth Revan) - ...I wasn't going to do that.
(Y/N) - ...Oh...
We sit there, in the silence for a few moments, before I decide to speak up again.
(Y/N) - ...So... outta curiosity, how do you know that son of a bitch? And how'd he get his hands on your sabers?
(Darth Revan) - I don't. I knew his ancestor.
(Y/N) - ...Go on.
(Darth Revan) - It was during the time where Yokai Academy was first being built. The Flame Emperor had picked a fight with me, when I came to that world, and wandered into the Yokai Realm.
(Y/N) - The force?
(Darth Revan) - Yes. It guided me to the Yokai Realm, and the Flame Emperor picked a fight with me on several occasions, and every time, I spared his life. In retrospect, I think that only made things harder on you.
(Y/N) - It did... but it was a necessary development. I was finally able to tell my friends a crucial piece of the truth.
(Darth Revan) - True. In any case, the Flame Emperor had enough, and decided to kill me in my sleep. I imagine he stole my lightsabers as trophies, and passed them down through the generations. They had been calling to you so that you would take them back.
(Y/N) - Well that was a bust.
(Darth Revan) - No, it wasn't. Not entirely. You found the sabers.
(Y/N) - True...
We fall into another silence before my ancestor speaks up again.
(Darth Revan) - I never understood it.
(Y/N) - Understood what?
(Darth Revan) - Your fear. You were scared of being found out, and you hid the truth even further, because you were scared your friends would find out, and kill you themselves. Yet, you chose to stay. Ever since my talk with you back at Witch Hill, you've been healing your connection to the force, but you've been toeing the line. It made no sense.
