Post by C H E Y E N N E on Sept 29, 2010 18:53:01 GMT -7
The Apprentice often found himself comparing his life here to the life he had led as a Jedi Padawan, back at the Enclave. Back before the War - back before everyone he had ever looked up to went off to fight the Mandalorians.
It wasn't long before Revan, his idol, had dragged Malak and an unnamed friend of his to war along with him, quickly driving back the Mandalorians.
Leaning his head against the stone, Kyp closed Sith-amber eyes.
Kyp wandered through the Enclave moodily, still smarting over various things that had happened that day. Because he had been verbally lashed by Master Vrook, the apprentice was in a very bad mood, causing his shoulders to hunch and his face to darken into a scowl. Master Vrook had confined him to the Archives, for even though apprentices weren't usually allowed in there, the old Master knew how much Kyp hated them, and played to that.
It was the first time he ever laid eyes on Revan.
Revan was tall, with glossy black hair that fell to his shoulders and was slightly wavy, and his eyes were equally as dark, filled with amusement as little Kyp gaped openly. He nearly fainted with the Jedi Knight gave him a small wave, and had to hold onto the frame for support.
"Revan, you are going to give the poor apprentice a heart attack if you keep doing that," came gentle, reprimanding voice, causing Kyp to tear his eyes away from Revan long enough to notice the man sitting across from him.
He didn't know this Jedi's name, but he had most certainly heard of him: the Hapan Jedi, part of a race of species bred for beauty. And oh, he was gorgeous, even to young Kyp. Sparkling green eyes, like the most beautiful gem, set into a nicely tanned face with smooth skin, hair the colour of the Coruscant delicacy only known as chocolate, and a gentle smile, the nameless Jedi could have easily stolen all attention in the room.
However, though not as good-looking as his companion, Revan had an aura about him - a powerful one that commanded your attention, holding it; he was very charismatic, there was no doubt about it, though it appeared the green-eyed Jedi held sway over him.
Kyp had heard about all three of them. Revan was brilliant with tactics and an expert fighter, wielding twin blades of violet and purple. His old friend, Alek Squinquargesimus (Malak), wielded a single blue blade, and tattoos covering his otherwise bald head. Malak was known for his ruthlessness and brutality, but he obeyed Revan's every command. The nameless Jedi...
Kyp blinked. He had heard the Jedi Council mention the nameless Jedi's strange force bonds in private, but had been unable to make sense of any of it.
Still, they were the three most prestigious Jedi in the Enclave.
And Kyp knew he would follow Revan to the death.
Kyp jerked out of his childish reverie, the scowl etching itself across his face. Sith-Spit, why had he thought of that, anyway? Besides, it was hardly a happy story: A few years later, the Mandalorian Wars were declared, and Jedi flocked to join the fight, against the wishes of their Masters. Kyp had wanted to join, but he was too young to even consider it, they said.
Revan, the nameless Jedi and Malak gathered a bunch of the Enclave Jedi and Jedi from all around. They inspired fight in the troops, and soon the Mandalorians were losing. Four years later, they surrendered unconditionally.
However, it was around that time that the nameless Jedi returned to Coruscant, shortly after the decisive and brutal battle of Malachor V.
Accused to falling to the Dark Side, he had plunged his green lightsaber into the center stone of the Jedi Council Chambers and walked away, his name vanishing from all records as his identity became only one of Exile. And that's what he was referred to as - "The Exile." Kyp had studied the holovids illegally, and had been amazed at the man's defiance, but... why? Why had he left Revan?
He soon had his answer, or what he thought was his answer. Revan and Malak, having disappeared from space, had returned at the head of a massive armada, and attacked the Republic.
"The hero had become a conqueror."
And Kyp had felt the last of his control break.
It wasn't long before Revan, his idol, had dragged Malak and an unnamed friend of his to war along with him, quickly driving back the Mandalorians.
Leaning his head against the stone, Kyp closed Sith-amber eyes.
Kyp wandered through the Enclave moodily, still smarting over various things that had happened that day. Because he had been verbally lashed by Master Vrook, the apprentice was in a very bad mood, causing his shoulders to hunch and his face to darken into a scowl. Master Vrook had confined him to the Archives, for even though apprentices weren't usually allowed in there, the old Master knew how much Kyp hated them, and played to that.
It was the first time he ever laid eyes on Revan.
Revan was tall, with glossy black hair that fell to his shoulders and was slightly wavy, and his eyes were equally as dark, filled with amusement as little Kyp gaped openly. He nearly fainted with the Jedi Knight gave him a small wave, and had to hold onto the frame for support.
"Revan, you are going to give the poor apprentice a heart attack if you keep doing that," came gentle, reprimanding voice, causing Kyp to tear his eyes away from Revan long enough to notice the man sitting across from him.
He didn't know this Jedi's name, but he had most certainly heard of him: the Hapan Jedi, part of a race of species bred for beauty. And oh, he was gorgeous, even to young Kyp. Sparkling green eyes, like the most beautiful gem, set into a nicely tanned face with smooth skin, hair the colour of the Coruscant delicacy only known as chocolate, and a gentle smile, the nameless Jedi could have easily stolen all attention in the room.
However, though not as good-looking as his companion, Revan had an aura about him - a powerful one that commanded your attention, holding it; he was very charismatic, there was no doubt about it, though it appeared the green-eyed Jedi held sway over him.
Kyp had heard about all three of them. Revan was brilliant with tactics and an expert fighter, wielding twin blades of violet and purple. His old friend, Alek Squinquargesimus (Malak), wielded a single blue blade, and tattoos covering his otherwise bald head. Malak was known for his ruthlessness and brutality, but he obeyed Revan's every command. The nameless Jedi...
Kyp blinked. He had heard the Jedi Council mention the nameless Jedi's strange force bonds in private, but had been unable to make sense of any of it.
Still, they were the three most prestigious Jedi in the Enclave.
And Kyp knew he would follow Revan to the death.
Kyp jerked out of his childish reverie, the scowl etching itself across his face. Sith-Spit, why had he thought of that, anyway? Besides, it was hardly a happy story: A few years later, the Mandalorian Wars were declared, and Jedi flocked to join the fight, against the wishes of their Masters. Kyp had wanted to join, but he was too young to even consider it, they said.
Revan, the nameless Jedi and Malak gathered a bunch of the Enclave Jedi and Jedi from all around. They inspired fight in the troops, and soon the Mandalorians were losing. Four years later, they surrendered unconditionally.
However, it was around that time that the nameless Jedi returned to Coruscant, shortly after the decisive and brutal battle of Malachor V.
Accused to falling to the Dark Side, he had plunged his green lightsaber into the center stone of the Jedi Council Chambers and walked away, his name vanishing from all records as his identity became only one of Exile. And that's what he was referred to as - "The Exile." Kyp had studied the holovids illegally, and had been amazed at the man's defiance, but... why? Why had he left Revan?
He soon had his answer, or what he thought was his answer. Revan and Malak, having disappeared from space, had returned at the head of a massive armada, and attacked the Republic.
"The hero had become a conqueror."
And Kyp had felt the last of his control break.