『World between Worlds』

After arriving in the Weik System, and positioning behind the only planet's moon, they spent the next few days meditating. The Wolf hadn't come back, they never really learned what it was, nor what its connection was to the force. However the fact that its force presence vanished immediately when it disappeared, seemed familiar to Ento. Could it have been connected to the World between Worlds?

The Eternal Empire's Emperor hadn't tried to contact them, perhaps he already knew where they were. Though there was also the possibility that he had already foresaw that they wouldn't return, that they would take the Foundry for themselves.

There didn't even seem to be any any sign of patrols from any other Galactic Power.

It felt as if they were free. There was no one following them, it felt... At peace.

Revan sat there, his legs tucked beneath him as he sat upon them, in the very center of the platform. There was no longer any rumbling from asteroids, there was only silence.

Ento sat across from him, about six meters away, his legs crossed and his hands on his knees. His eyes were closed and if anyone looked at him, the boy definitely looked like a statue. Breathing so shallowly, it didn't even look like his heart was beating.

The boy's remaining lightsabers had since left his belt, moving in a rotating motion as they circled him, as he was using telekinesis in his meditation.

Vaylin on the other hand was, levitating whilst standing up, six meters away from both of them forming a triangle of sorts. Her eyes were closed, she kept her arms folded behind her back, and her head pitched downard.

"My old friend..." Revan spoke, all the light in the room becoming dim.

Ento, Vaylin and Revan opened their eyes. There stood a force ghost of blue-white energy, dressed in Jedi attire, in the very center of their triangle.

Ento could hardly believe his eyes, he was seeing the dead? His gaze took in the form, what, who he was seeing was definitely the Jedi Exile. She had a faint smile across her lips, pale skin and colorless features.

"Whoa..." Vaylin stared at the female figure, her gaze moving up and down the Jedi Exile.

"It is good to see you haven't been lost..." Meetra Surik in a sweet tone, "There is still hope." She went to her knees and sat there in front of Revan with a matching posture.

"We will bring you back," Revan's gaze remained on the female which was in front of him. The two of them had a close connection, like brother and sister, their affection for one another went that far.

Flexing her gaze, she turned her head and looked to the boy who was sitting there, then fixed her sights back on her friend. "Bring me back...?"

"The World between Worlds... You will be able to save yourself from--"

"You know that won't work, not the way you think it will." The ghost frowned, knowing very well that if she were removed from the time of her death, a paradox would occur.

Revan clenched his jaw, his fingers curling up. The boy had talked him out of destroying the Sith once and for all, knowing he would fail and kept the station out of Sith hands.

He was starting to wonder, would it be best if he had died?

"The Sith still persist in my time," Ento gestured towards the two of them, "I assisted in killing one of them... I estimate there is one or two more left, thanks to the rule of two... Which seems not to exist here."

"The Rule of Two..." Immediately Revan was reminded of how he and his Malak stood on top of his own Empire, and how they turned against one another. How he had rebelled against the True Sith Empire and tried to conquer the Galaxy in order to fight the Emperor.

Meetra Surik looked to Ento as he spoke, still frowning, as he had indeed told Revan the Truth of the Sith not being wiped out once and for all.

"Is there another way?" Revan looked up to her, clearly not happy, as he couldn't even wear a smile under his mask. He wanted to reach out and take her hand, but he knew all too well, there would be no feeling his former companions warmth.

Was there revival after death? Should her body be treated shortly after death, there could be a possibility of bringing her back. The question was though, did she want to come back?

This also meant that they'd have to reach in and grab her right after she was killed, and she had to be completely dead at the point too. The only time it would be safe to remove her corpse, was when her spirit was attached to Revan. If removed too soon, they'd just take her out of the timeline completely and it would ultimately kill Revan and the Republic as they knew it.

Meetra stared at her loved one, before sighing ghostly.

Strangely enough, Ento was feeling the Force talking to him once more. Whispering, echoes, it sounded almost just like the World between Worlds when he had first entered.

That was when he heard Damask's voice, 'it's well and good that Jedi died, but we must guard against revealing our hand too soon. Was it wise to have the corpses shipped to Coruscant?' These words were followed by Palpatine's voice, affirming that it had the desired effect.

"Vaylin..." His gaze had become hollowed and cold, as if someone had just wronged him.

Vaylin raised a brow hearing the boy say her name, so she responded with his, "Ento?"

He turned his gaze from the ghost, staring at her with his electric blue hues. "The one leading the Republic Reserve Administration, Hego Damask II, he is connected to Palpatine."

"Palpatine... The Sith you blew the arm off of on the HoloNet News, right before he assassinated the Chancellor?" She had found that recording during her stay on Naboo, and played it several times over. A Sith Lord was a powerful foe who could keep fighting, even after losing an arm.

Revan narrowed his gaze on the two of them, "A Sith assassinated the Chancellor?"

"The Sith do not have an Empire, but they still exist..." Ento took in a deep breath before holding it for a few seconds, letting it slowly leak out through his nose.

Suddenly taking a sharp breath, that was when he suddenly had a vision, of the Muun known as Hego Damask II otherwise known as Darth Plagueis. He was returning an unidentified man to life and killing him over and over again until his organs failed and he could no longer be revived.

When the vision finally ended, his forehead was drenched in sweat, and he was heaving. It took him a few minutes, but he gradually regained his composure, dabbing the sweat off with his sleeve.

"I know who can bring her back..." His eyes narrowed on them, "But you'll have to trust me."

"Trust you...?" Revan crossed his arms, having a bad feeling about this.

"There's a Sith Lord that can most likely bring her back to life... We just have to persuade him," He leaned back into this previous posture before looking to Vaylin.

"You know another Sith Lord?" She was rather confused, she thought there was only two, and one of which he had already confirmed died. "...Why would they help?"

"I never said anything about them helping on their own accord..." Ento's thoughts went back to when he first saw Plagueis, the former Magister's supposed relationship with the disillusioned Jedi Master, his Master. That and his reaction to how he used the force to change Vaylin's properties through the force. Plus, the things he's just seen in his head, he knew what he could do... Steal the knowledge of the force technique that Plagueis used on the poor sap.

Revan caressed the chin of his mask.

The Jedi Exile looked the boy over, remembering her retraining in the Force through Jedi Master Kreia, who turned out to be a Sith Lord known as Darth Traya. "What are you planning on doing, young one?"

Ento just gave a faint smile.

"You're going to Drain Knowledge from his mind... Just as I had done during my Search for the Star Forge." Revan's head lulled from side to side, his face not visible to them, "It would get you what you seek. It is unlikely however that he will hold still... But will you let the force change you?"

Ento's faint smile was bleated out by that last set of words, "Change me? I am the heart of the Force..." His proclamation seemed to have surprised himself. Proclaiming himself to be the heart of the force, felt strange, almost as if someone else had spoken it through him.

Revan, who had been a Sith and a Jedi, did not understand the boy's very composition. Through the force, like all those who had sensed him, the boy was just an outline in the force.

The Jedi Exile placed a hand on her chin, her connection to the material realm getting weaker, before she suddenly vanished from sight. The platform regained its warm lighting.

"I know exactly how I'm going to enter the World between Worlds..."