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And that is why the dark side is so insidious. If you are not careful, you do not even see each small step you take towards it until it is too late.
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DĆ©jĆ vu
For the Record, I Saved Her
It was strange, really, feeling something akin to sympathyĀ for him. She was well aware of his true identity - it was something that was on her mind frequently when they interacted, something that she consciously reminded herself of to ensure that she did not let her guard down - yetā¦ taking into account the simple fact that he wasnātĀ aware of it, she couldnāt help but pity him.
She was sure that the actions that she and the Council had taken were necessary. She was sure that there was not enough of RevanĀ left to be recovered. However, that didnāt change the fact that his current state was nothing more than a tragedy.
Then he spoke, and any sympathy she had been feeling towards him dried up. Really. As if such comments were even remotelyĀ appropriate. Her gaze hardened and she lifted her chin, before she responded in a clipped tone, āI hardlyĀ see how that is relevant.āĀ
She took a breath to help her center herself once more - she would not allow him to take them off-topic, especially not not with such ridiculous comments.
āAt any rate, thoseĀ ācranky old geezersā, as you so eloquently put it, have dedicated their lives to studying the Force. You or I would be lucky to gain a fractionĀ of their knowledge within our lifetimes.ā
āWell, you know what they say, right? The prettiest flower will never see its own beauty.ā The grin spread across Benceās countenance only widened in response to Bastilaās reaction. Ā Humorous levity was chief among the defense mechanisms he had against the rather dour atmosphere his ephemeral episodes begot. It helped distract him from the throbbing pounding against the walls of his skull, after all. The banter and witty repartee he shared with the men and women who fled Taris with him were always preferrable to these splitting migraines. And of all of them, Bastila made it so very easy to achieve just such an outcome. Ā Yet there was something running undercurrent to those desires--something he felt during his stint on Taris, something which seemed only to grow stronger as time passed. Ā He couldnāt quite put his finger on it. Ā But maybe thatās because his head currently felt like an overripe watermelon ran through a hydraulic press?
Ā Rubbing several fingers against his forehead, Benceās vision came back into focus as the brunt of the anguish ebbed. Ā āLucky to gain a fraction of their knowledge?ā Something about the words mimicked the taste of ash on his tongue.Ā āIām not so sure about that--it kind of seems like theyāve honed in so much on Jedi stuff that theyāre blind to anything non-Jedi related. Isnāt the Force everything? Everyone? Wouldnāt it make sense then for a trueĀ āmasterā of the Force be someone whoās made it their mission to learn and experience everything imaginable?ā
The World
Power is a heady thing. Do you have what it takes to control it? You thought you did, for a long time as you gained more and more. Power only begets more power, after all. Mind your breaking point, mind your load, mind how high youāve climbed up the ladder; itās against regulation to stand on the top rung. You could get hurt up there. You could fall. Iām not sure that I could catch you, so high above the rest of us. Donāt look down. Mind the ceiling fan.
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My Other Half
it is a complete fair thing to wonder. the choice they made in spite of the jedi council was with pure intentionsā they had wanted to save innocents when the council refused to intervene. it didnāt take long for the power to corrupt them, in a sense. with how far theyād come, she could not bring herself to regret the path she was now walking. though she hated the thought, deep in her heart she would leave her brother behind in order to do so. of course, she would never say such a thing out loud. her twin meant everything to her but the idea of such power was just too tempting.
āthe republic.. the jedi.. they are foolish. they refused to do what needed to be doneā we were the only ones with the strength to take such action. that is the reason. do not let yourself forget.ā her resentment towards them is quite clear and she made no efforts to conceal it either.
The Force worked in a plethora of ways few could fully understand even after decades of study and meditation, always working to attune themselves to the subtlest ripple across the galaxy-spanning tapestry. Yet these efforts never bore fruit in this ageās masters. Ā Why was that? Ā Archard hadnāt an answer to this vexing question. Ā Perhaps because he, like his sister, was born far more sensitive to these faint undulations? Even the smallest death had some effect on him, just as he could feel the softest emotion in others. So maybe he could not muster forth an answer because he was born more fortunate than others? Ā Or maybe the intimate connection he shared with Lana afforded him vital insight? Ā It was something no one truly understood while growing up, yet it allowed the twins to know each other like they knew themselves. They never, were incapable even, kept secrets from each other--or so he thought. While he did not wish to see it, Archard was not blind to the ripples disturbing the bond between him and his sister, his other half. Ā There were thoughts and feelings she was trying her best to hide from him. He had his suspicions on what they were but did not let on to feeling the disturbances. Ā Perhaps because he did not wish it to be true? Ā Perhaps because he, too, was hardening his heart so as to hide things from Lana? Ā Or perhaps because he knew the truth and was readying himself to do what he must when the time came; Lana and Malak were becoming too alike in one regard.
Ā āFoolish and refused to do what needed to be done--yes, of course.ā The vitriol flowing in Lanaās voice was not lost on Archard.Ā āI have forgotten nothing, my sister.ā Ā It was for these exact scenarios that Revan had taught himself to silence the very language of his visage and body. No matter how it hurt his heart, he could not afford moments of weakness. And, it seemed, this now extended to Lana. Ā The price of power was staggering, indeed.
DĆ©jĆ vu
For the Record, I Saved Her
That was another problem with this bond of theirs - it was impossible for Bastila to completely shield her emotions from him. Not without shutting him out completely, which would have made her mission rather difficult to complete. Deceit was difficult for Bastila on the best of days, but when her target could feelĀ her as intimately as Bence could? Sometimes, she wondered about the Councilās wisdom in putting this task upon her shoulders.
But only sometimes.
Frankly, having a bond of this strength with anyoneĀ would have brought a great deal of discomfort to Bastila. She was painfully aware that her emotions were not ideal for a Jedi and, while she could typically make attempts to restrain them from showing, keeping them from leaking out through the Force seemed an impossible task.
Having anyone able to sense her shortcomings was bad enough. It just had to be made worseĀ by Benceās true identity. This whole situation was a mess, and she feared where it could lead her.
A bond of this strength with someone who had been so utterly drenched in darkness could not be safe, but there was little to be done about it. The Council had already made it clear that they did not know of a way to sever the bond. All that was left was to offer Bence support, and pray that the Force would keep them safe.
So she gave him her full attention, watching him carefully, her gaze softening in concern when he clutched at his head, worrying that he was in pain. His smile did little to reassure her - she could feel how unsettled he was through their bond, though she didnāt suppose it was surprising. She couldnāt imagine what it felt like, to have your very sense of self taken from you, to be replaced by something foreign and distinctly notĀ you.
It had been necessary. There had been no way to recover Revanās true self, at any rate. But that didnāt stop the uncomfortable sensation of guilt in her stomach.
āLunaticĀ is not the word that I would use to describe you,ā Bastila said, still watching him.Ā āPerhaps it is simply the Force. Most Jedi train in the Force from a young age - it is all that we know. Perhaps finding the Force now, as a grown man, has given you a sense of the untapped potential you have had your whole life.ā
She knew her explanation was false. She knew the true reason behind Benceās sense of wrongness. But she could not tell him the truth, not under any circumstances.
āIf it causes you distress, perhaps you should speak with Master Zhar?ā
Despite the airs she put on, Bastila was more than capable of showing a measure of emotion Bence had come to learn wasnāt considered acceptable for a Jedi to experience. How her visage softened was more than enough to confirm this. How her brow furrowed and eyes narrowed ever so slightly; the dyad shared between them was only further evincing what he already knew. But thatās what he loved most about her--when allās said and done, there was a heart beneath the cool indifference she put up. And while he didnāt fully understand why it put a smile on his face, a part of him brimmed with joyous pride. Ā The tired grin spread across the pupilās face widened with the womanās response, an ephemeral light warming his mien. Ā āWell, Iām glad to hear someone doesnāt think me out of my mind,ā he murmured. Ā But his brow furrowed and jaw tensed as she continued, attributing these feelings to his tutelage. Jedi always seemed overeager to ascribe things to the Force, although after learning what he had, Bence couldnāt quite fault them for doing so. Ā Perhaps she was right? Ā The Force as it was seemed pervasive enough for such an explanation to be more than plausible, after all. Ā Yet he couldnāt shake the idea that the Force wasnāt all there was to it.
Ā āMaybe it is but I canāt be certain,ā he said. āAnd all due respect to Master Zhar, but I donāt think he could really help me. Besides... I prefer talking to you over any of those creaky old geezers.ā Ā A familiar cocksure grin creased his lips.
Ā āThey arenāt nearly as easy on the eyes, you know~ā
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DĆ©jĆ vu
For the Record, IĀ Saved Her
It would be no exaggeration to state that the fate of the galaxy rested upon Bastilaās current mission. This wouldnāt be the first time that she had felt this way - her Battle Meditation often lead her to feel the weight of the galaxy on her back - but never had it been more true.
Malakās Sith empire grew stronger by the day and, without knowing the source of the Sithās great fleet, the Republic would eventually be over-run. The man before her - RevanĀ - was the only one able to find the source. And, now, sheĀ was the only one able to draw the information from him - to exploit this apparent bond between them and pull out whatever remained of his original memories.
Such under-handed tactics were not Bastilaās area. She could kneel on a Republic flagship and use her powers to strengthen the Navy, or she could fight with her saberstaff in hand, weaving through any battlefield as if she had been born to be there, but deception? Itā¦ really wasnāt her forte.
It was why she preferred to spar with him over talking with him. Sparring, she could handle. Sparring was predictable - and, even when Revā - Benceās tactics became unpredictable, there was a set goal, so she knew what she was doing.
It was almost calming, really, but then he had to ruin it by pulling back.
His words were just about the last words that she wanted to hear from him, and the uncharacteristic seriousness that they were spoken with only made it worse.
She really wished that they could go back to trying to hit one another with blades.
āIā¦ cannot say that I have experienced anything like that, no,ā Bastila said, careful to keep her nervousness from showing physically or vocally. Perhaps it would still show through their bond - but there wasnāt much that she could do about that.
āIs everything alright?ā The question was neutral enough - she hoped that if she could get him to keep talking, she could find out how deep this sensation of his ran and, if possible, nip it in the bud to prevent him from putting any pieces together himself.
āNo?ā Bence in-toned.Ā āStrange, I couldāve sworn...ā Ā There were a great many things regarding the unusual connection between Bastila and Bence that their masters just did not have answers for. Whatever they did know was derived from rumor or speculation, so anything save for what such a bond was called--a dyad--was anyoneās guess. Despite that though, something deep within him felt like this very oddity was frighteninglyĀ familiar. Almost as if some unconscious insight was trying to alert him to the dyadās every ripple through the sometimes subtle, sometimes blunt thread tethering she and him together. Ā Perhaps this is why he always felt this needling in the back of his mind whenever he spoke with Bastila? How the almost calculating, deliberate manner in which she chose her words chafed at him? While he knew not why he knew how to sense and interpret them, she was far easier to read because of the faint ebbs and flows suffusing their bond. Ā āIf you say so, I just figured since I usually felt an uneasiness in y- ā Ā Bastilaās follow-up earned her a raised brow as frigid irises, glinting in the light streaming down onto them through the gaps in the treetops of the conclaveās uneti trees, regarded her with apprehension. It seemed as though he had not ruminated on his own well-being in voicing his thoughts. Ā āAm I alright...?ā His gaze shifted downward.
āI am not entirely sure if Iām being honest...ā Ā A low chortle breezed past cracked lips as Bence stuck the blade into the dirt and crossed his arms over his chest. Ā Hundreds of thousands of thoughts ran through his mind in the blink of an eye. Ā What was it, the source of this emptiness? Ā One hand reached up to scratch the side of his head before clutching onto it, cradling his temple as if suffering from a migraine. Ā This feeling of being fractured, splintered--incomplete? Ā It was on the tip of his tongue, yet the more he reached to grasp onto it the harder it was to even see past the fuzziness of his subconscious. Ā Bence sighed and looked up to Bastila, a bittersweet smile stretching out the corners of his mouth.
Ā āSuppose thereās no reason to try and keep it from you, especially since keeping secrets is kind of pointless given our bond. Itās... Iām not sure how to describe it, but it feels like Iāve forgotten something incredibly important. A lot of things. Sort of like... like I spilled a bag of rice out onto a sandy beach and tried my best to gather them all up again, but knew that I probably picked up grains of sand rather than my rice yet couldnāt do anything about it because I wasnāt sure what was rice and what was sand granules, you know?ā Ā The same hand from before inched around to the back, rubbing the nape of his neck as he chuckled. Ā āForce above, I must sound like a lunatic donāt I?ā
DĆ©jĆ vu
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If there was one word Bence could use to sum up his experience on Dantooine, it would beĀ āsuburban;ā at least compared to the high octane stress of Taris. Ā Of course, this isnāt to say learning all the exhilarating knowledge, techniques and information regarding the Force, the Jedi Order and what have you wasnāt enthralling. Quite the opposite, in fact. Every piece of information his masters and peers allowed him to absorb filled a gnawing emptiness in the pit of his heart--like coming across fragments of his very being after walking through life incomplete for over three decades. And the fact each of them praised him for taking to it all like a sponge only inspired in him a greater desire, hunger, to reach even further in his tutelage, although the exponential stonewalling of his masters had begun to chafe him. Ā During the few weeks the aspiring pupil outstripped every other student present in the enclave, all Bence experienced filled him with a jovial radiance, one plainly dimmed by a wistfulness he couldnāt give voice to. Ā Perhaps that is why he often sought out the companionship of those who accompanied him off Taris? Why he often found himself in the company of Bastila, the woman he shared an inexplicable bond with? Why he was always eager to converse and console those who needed the company the most? Ā Whoās to say for certain? Ā On this day, though, Bence seemed far more disconcerted than ever before. It was written so overtly on his mien, evinced in how dispirited he was during one of the early sparring matches with Bastila; his swordsmanship hadnāt been this lacking since the first day of his training.
Ā Eventually, whatever weighed on him culminated in the lowering of the blunted blade and shifting onto his backheel. The once warm pools of ocean water in his eyes had frozen over into icy discs. His shoulders sagged with an incredulous intangible weight. And the haunting specter of dreary thoughts sat across his brow like a funerary shroud. Ā āBastila...ā he began, at last, ādo you ever feel as if something has been taken from you?ā Ā His voice was bereft of all its usual mirthful warmth. Ā āThat someone has absconded with something so important to who you are, itās like they tore out a piece of your very being?ā
A Lesson Learnt
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There was a crisp quality about the zephyr rolling across the hilly swathe of wilderness. Unobstructed rays of light glittered against the dew-dappled verdant fields, something which persisted from the misty morning. If you crested the top of a hill and stared out to the horizon, youād be greeted with the occasional holt and thicket as well as roaming herds of fauna, grazing or preying upon each other. Otherwise, the only source of commotion was the blades of grass crunching beneath the feet of the three individuals now standing atop the tallest of said hills. Ā However, only two of these people left prints in the grass, let alone produce the measured snaps from each stride forward.Ā
Ā After reaching a certain point, the translucent gray-tinted specter came to a stop at the very lip of the hill it had brought Rosie and Mia onto for a yet-to-be-disclosed reason. Upon which, it idled for a moment, before shifting down into a meditative sitting position overlooking the expanse ahead of them. Only then did the ghost, did Revan break the hours-long silence itād been maintaining since calling the two pupils out here. Ā āI think...ā it began.
Ā ā...itās time for a real lesson, donāt you?ā
Ā Ā Ā MUSE Ā PLAYLIST / Ā REVAN
Ā Ā Ā post Ā 3 Ā ā Ā 5 Ā songs Ā that Ā remind Ā you Ā of Ā your Ā muse. Ā Ā Ā RULES . Ā repost, Ā donāt Ā reblog.
Ā Ā Ā 01 .Ā Ā Ā Ā VENGEFUL ONE, Ā Ā Ā DISTURBED. As I survey the chaos / taking in the lack of raw humanity / It's as if the entire world's fallen in love with their insanity /Ā Hear the innocent voices scream / As their tormentors laugh through all of it / No forgiveness for all I've seen / A degradation I cannot forget / So sleep soundly in your beds tonight / For judgment falls upon you at first light [ ... ]Ā I'm the hand of God / I'm the dark messiah / I'm the vengeful one [ ... ]
Ā Ā 02 .Ā Ā Ā Ā BURN IT DOWN,Ā Ā Ā SKILLET. Ā Do you ever wish that you weren't a prisoner? / Do you feel like you're done? / All the dreams you had are hard to remember / Well, you're not the only one [ ... ]Ā This one goes to the castaways / Who break their backs slaving every day / All these things I can do without / Gotta burn it down, burn it down / Burn it down, burn it down / Burn it down, burn it down / Burn it down, burn it down [ ... ]
Ā Ā 03 .Ā Ā Ā Ā WE ARE THE SAVIORS,Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā SKILLET. Ā Ā Streets filled with blood, black and red / Dreams and hearts that once knew love are cold and dead [ ... ]Ā We are the saviors of the world / And I will not be ruled / We are kings and conquerors / And I won't bow to you / They will not control us anymore / We will not conform, no, anymore / We are the saviors, the saviors / The saviors of the world /Ā Cities will burn / the end is come / Paradise is lost / we wonder what we've done [ ... ]
Ā Ā 04 .Ā Ā Ā Ā SAVIOR, Ā Ā Ā Ā RISE AGAINST. Ā It kills me not to know this but I've all but just forgotten / What the color of her eyes were and her scars or how she got them / As the telling signs of age rain down a single tear is dropping / Through the valleys of an aging face that this world has forgotten [ ... ]Ā And the day pressed on like crushing weights / For no man does it ever wait / Like memories of dying days / That deafen us like hurricanes / Bathed in flames we held the brand / Uncurled the fingers in your hand / Pressed into the flesh like sand / Now do you understand? [ ... ]
Ā Ā Ā 05 . Ā Ā Ā GOOD MAN, Ā Ā Ā DEVOUR THE DAY. Ā Ā I want to be a good man, / I want to see God / I want to be faithful but I know that I'm not / I want to be a good man, / I want to do right / I don't wanna be a criminal for the rest of my life / Everything that I've done before / Has brought me back down on my knees / I'm crying out to you, / Lord / It's getting harder and harder to see / If there's good left in me? / Is there any good left in, me! [ ... ]Ā Pull me from the darkness, lift me back into the light / Fill this empty vessel, / fill this hole I have inside / Am I worth forgiveness, / I can't make myself believe [ ... ]
Ā Ā 06 . Ā Ā Ā Ā STAR WARS: DARTH REVAN THEME,Ā Ā SAMUEL KIM MUSIC. Ā Cheating? Maybe, but I canāt not expose more people to this amazing composition.
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Bonding time with your force ghost idol and turns out hes insane
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eron vc: but who's gonna stop me from doing what my dad did and become a hermit š¤
revan vc: bold of you to think i wouldnt already be there
nihiiilismā:
I just wanna make an announcement! Revan is a bitch ASS motherfucker! He pissed on my fucking mask! Thatās right!! He stuck his nasty fucking lumpy dick out and he pissed on my fucking mask and he said his dick was āTHIS! BIG!ā And I said āThatās disgusting!ā
So im making this call out post on my tumblr.com. Revan! You got a small dick! Itās the size of a walnut except way smaller. You pissed on my mask so you know what! Iām gonna fuck the galaxy!! Thatās right!!! This is what you get!!!
MY SUPER DARKSIDE PISS!!!!
@heartoftheforce
āFirst of all, rude.ā
āSecond of all--yes, eat garbage.ā
(platonic) valentine's application
Name: Eron Skywalker Age: 29 Do you like to cuddle?: ā¦Not with you. Can we make-out?: No? A night in or dinner out?: I feel like I shouldnāt answer this, but I donāt like going out. Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Bothā¦ I donāt trust you not pranking me with either, old man. What makes you a good Valentine?: Uhā¦ this is getting weird. Would you cook for me?: You canāt even eat normal people food anymore. Would you let me cook for you?: Can you?
Ā āYouāre resume will be taken into consideration and a response shall be given in three business days--in the meantime, enjoy the complimentary cheesy peanuts and free carbonated gravy beverages provided on the counter.ā
Continued from this! | @forcesheart
It wasnāt a thought Archard permitted himself to ponder, whether or not the actions Lana and he took to ensure the safety of the galaxy. Once the Mandalorian tide had been rebuffed and a greater threat was discovered, they took on the role of the turncoat in order to bind the Republic in a truly united civilization. This was something heād come to terms with, as well as the horrors theyād need to inflict upon the very people they fought for--even if theyād dog his every step. Yet as time went on, a part of Archard couldnāt ignore the fact that those loyal to him and his sister had begun to truly walk down the path of the Sith. There was even a small voice in the back of his mind questioning whether he was losing his sister just like he was losing his brother, Malak. Ā In a moment of idle vulnerability, he couldnāt help but wonder--had he underestimated the sheer heft of the price tag attached to this sacrifice?
Ā āI question not whether it was necessary or not, sister, nor do I harbor regret for doing what we must. I am simply wondering if we all recall the reason for our treason against the Republic.ā Ā Had they not been isolated together in their shared chambers aboard their flagship, Archard would never have gave voice to these things.
Form (VII) VIII, AniāBendu
Known to Revan as the seventh form, AniāBendu orĀ āTotal / Complete Balance,ā this was the saber style the legendary figure went to painstaking lengths to craft to perfection. The name is actually a combination of two words from differing languages: Ani being the Mandalorian word forĀ āTotalā orĀ āComplete,ā and the word Bendu being the ancient Jeādaii concept for being in balance between the light and dark side of the Force. However, the rest of the galaxy might consider this form as the eighth--assuming they know of its existence at all, especially after the First Jedi Purge. Because the Jedi Council, in their infinite wisdom, concluded that the tenets paramount to Revanās style cut too perilously close to the Sith intensity of combat ability. Ā So, in addition to several other factors, they modified and simplified the form to produce the more well-known seventh style, Juyo. Ā The basis of AniāBendu can be summarized as the trinity between saber swordsmanship, hand-to-hand prowess and dynamic Force usage. It follows a logical assumption that a weapon is only as lethal as the one who wields it, positing thus that the wielderās greatest weapon must be an extension of their own body. And to make something into an extension of oneās self, the wielder must be capable of being a potent weapon in their own right with naught but their wits and bare hands. This principle extends as much to the lightsaber and Force as any conceivable weapon someone could get their hands on. However, any teachings regarding the application of this style to weapons beyond the saber, body and Force seem to have been lost or destroyed.
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FACTS / HEADCANONS ABOUT THE MUSE / REVAN
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1.Ā Ā While lauded following the Starforgeās destruction, there was still the matter of dealing with the crimes and atrocities Revan committed during his stint as the leader of the Sith turncoats following the Mandalorian Warsā conclusion. This was a clandestine trial carried out behind closed doors with everyone involved sworn to the utmost secrecy. After all, trying the figure responsible for winning both the Mandalorian and Jedi Civil Wars, regardless of once being the Dark Lord, would no doubt cause a schism the Republic could not afford at the time. And this was no ephemeral legal proceeding, not in the slightest--it lasted for five galactic standard years before being put on halt when Revan vanished from known space. Ā During this trial, intense debates were waged against the man who could only faintly recall the majority of his doings before the fateful encounter with the Jedi strike team. Testimonies were taken from anyone and everyone who could give reliable accounts. Yet Revan remained resolute, and this resolution only strengthened as time went on and more memories returned to him. Even before clarity returned to his muddled memories, the Revanchist was a force to be reckoned with in such dialogues. His rhetoric was unrivaled just as it had been during the Mandalorian Wars, and the words he said shook many to their core. Ā If you dug long and hard enough through the secured areas of the Holonet, you just might find recordings of this proceeding.
2.Ā Ā Despite the rather callous indifference Revan adopted leading up to his role as the leader of the new Sith, the figure was perhaps the most empathetic person ever born. A majority of this empathy stems from his sheer sensitivity to the Force, bordering praeternatural empathic abilities, while the remainder comes from the totality of life he has experienced in his rather short time in the galaxy. This is actually why, I believe, you get those moments in the game itself where the game will tell you that you should probably speak to one of your party members. Itās also why, I think, the Ebon crew are rather forthcoming about their personal lives--especially with Carth. As well as why so many people were quick to trust Revan with their very lives because to speak with and associate with Revan is to almost be with an extension of yourself.
3.Ā Ā While opinions differ on this aspect, I firmly believe Revan is the strongest Force-sensitive to have ever been born. How everyone speaks about their ability is always reverential, even people who think they could ascend past Revanās power never refrain from praising his sheer strength. And while I cannot find the video, much to my chagrin, I believe Revan also invented new Force powers--such as Force Storm, Life drain and what have you.Ā Then thereās also the rather unique ability he possesses: being able to literally rip the knowledge out of sentientsā skulls and even instill in others his own knowledge. But this strength does not come from birthright alone, rather through decades of experience and learning has he achieved the pinnacle of strength never before seen again in any save other Force vassals. Ā The reason for such a potent Force user being born? I believe itās because of the two great schisms in the Jeādaii Order as well as the True Sith Emperorās existence, threatening the very Force itself in a way not even Darth Nihilus did. An entity whose sole goal is to consume all life in the galaxy to achieve true immortality is the antithesis to the Force itself. So with all these culminating disturbances working to eradicate the Force in its entirety, rather than disrupt the balance alone, the Force needed something capable of embodying the sheer totality of its power. Ā Thus it conceived Revan, the first of many vassals to come.
4.Ā Ā Revan and the Exile share one major thing in common--their ability to form Force bonds is unparalleled. However, how they went about this unique ability couldnāt be any more different. The idea of being open to anyone absolutely terrified him to the point of it being nigh debilitating-- there are very few individuals before losing his memory that Revan considered alright being vulnerable to. This phobia only intensified during the Mandalorian and Jedi Civil War as the weight of holding up an entire galaxy bore down on him. So he set out to learn everything he could about such bonds, how they worked, how they formed and, most important, how he could either break or prevent them.
5.Ā Ā This is something I have been putting off for a long while because of a few reasons: One, my lack of general knowledge regarding all the sentient species of the galaxy. Two, I enjoy keeping a lot about who Revan is specifically, gender and all that, even though I usually default to he/his/him based on my most recent playthrough, ambiguous. As of right now, Revan is a homo sapien until I find something which might be more suitable. Ā In this regard, I would ask anyone who reads this to feel free to PM me about near-human races that are either underused or very interesting.
Reminiscent
āWhat, the āHeart of the Forceā needs help from a mere mortal to do that now? News to me.ā
āWell, theĀ āHeart of the Forceā sometimes gets heartburn and needs others to help an enfeebled old man to do the laundry and mow the lawn. And considering thereās neither laundry to wash nor a lawn to mow--ā the translucent specter heaves up a crate of stuff from a pile of similar boxes
Ā āthis menial task will have to suffice.ā
