Embol led Kreia back down the path towards the Valley of the Dark Lords, glow rod held up to illuminate the path ahead of them in the darkness. "How did she fall to the Dark side?"

The question caught Kreia off guard. She'd quickly learned that Embol had a penchant for asking questions which she was either unable or unwilling to answer. The natural curiosity of a historian and archaeologist, she decided. "I confess I do not fully understand that as yet," she said. "But Revan herself seemed to believe that she had not fallen, but had instead done what was necessary to defeat the Mandalorians. She talked of making sacrifices, but there was something else, something which she held back and would not reveal to me."

He stopped and looked at her curiously. "Did you speak to her after her fall, I mean, after her...transition?"

Kreia paused and looked up at the night sky. "I was still on Coruscant at the time, still a member of the Jedi Order. I was returning to the Jedi Temple by night after a long session at the Senate as arbiter between two warring factions on a distant world. I liked to walk rather than travel by air speeder after such events in order to clear my mind and contemplate my performance. It was dark that night, almost as much so as it is now. In front of me, on the street, a figure in a cloak approached. Even then we were on our guard at all times, the threat of Sith assassins a very real danger even as far into the Core as Coruscant. But as it approached, it slipped off its hood and there was my old padawan, changed yet the same. The Dark side had left its mark on her features. But she was still Revan. She was distraught, the strain of the various conflicts she had been involved in evident in her voice."

"I could not simply bring her to the Jedi Temple, even if she had been willing," Kreia continued. "There was no compassion left in the Jedi Council for her. No mercy. Instead, I accompanied her to the temporary lodging she had arranged for her brief stay. Once there, she spoke with deep emotion of the trials and tribulations she'd faced, of the regrets she carried for all that had happened. For her own fall and for Malak's, as well as the other Jedi who followed them. She was insistent that I not judge her for her individual actions and instead view the whole of her accomplishments at once. I reassured her time after time that I would do no such thing, that unlike the Council, I did have compassion, but my words seemed to only impact partly upon her. Clearly I did not fully understand what it was she was trying to express, and she became increasingly restless through the course of our discussion. She'd remembered something through the partial amnesia the Council had given her. She would not make clear the nature of it, but it was something that troubled her greatly. I could see the worry on her face try as she might to hide it. I requested that she remain on Coruscant for a time so that we might talk more, and if she would not, then to lead me to a place where we might continue our discussions and better evaluate her situation. This only made her more restless.

"'You do not understand,' Revan said, becoming increasingly more anxious."

"'Then make me understand,' I told her. 'Allow me to accompany you where your path leads.'"

"'No.' She said, seemingly to regain some of her composure. 'You cannot travel with me where I am going. No one can. But maybe in time you'll learn where I've gone and why. Though I cannot more fully explain my purpose, what I go to do now is for the greater good of the galaxy. But perhaps in time you will show others the way.'"

"'Revan, ' I implored her. 'Do not do anything rash. You must have faith. You must trust in me as you once did.'"

"'I do, Master,' she said. 'I do have faith, and I do trust. And you must extend me the same courtesy. We may yet meet again.' With those final words she slipped out of the room, and that was the last time I saw her."

"I knew at that point that further attempts to restrain her were doomed to failure. Whatever decision she had made, her course would not be diverted nor would she allow any to assist her. I felt at that point that I had failed her. I had been unable to keep her from Dark road she had traveled and now, in her greatest hour of need, my words again had no effect." Kreia looked back down at Embol. "You cannot not know what it is to lose a student twice in one's lifetime. Revan's failure, if any, is also my own."

"She was more than a student to you then?" Embol asked.

"She was...is... as a daughter to me."

Kreia became silent, and Embol turned his attention down to the ground, uncertain of what to say. After a long while, they began to walk again until they finally reached the entrance to the cave.

"In here," he said, "is where we recently uncovered the tomb of Ludo Kressh. Revan was often seen coming in here during the time she spent at the Academy. I believe she'd made her quarters in there. Unfortunately, it's full of shyracks and feral tuk'ata."

"I assure you that will not be a problem," Kreia said. "Show me to the tomb."

He sighed and reluctantly led the way in through the narrow opening.

The cave was dank, unlike the planet's surface, and smelled of rot. Embol's glow rod led the way through the gloom with Kreia following close behind, one hand on her lightsaber. Something about the cave made her slightly anxious and somewhat unsettled. She found herself puzzling over the strange effects this world had on her. As promised, it was not long before the sound of large wings fluttering could be heard coming toward them from the darkness ahead.

"Get behind me!" Kreia ordered suddenly, stepping forward and activating her lightsaber. Embol barely had time to move back when, by the blade's red glow, a pair of eyes then another could be seen approaching. Finally a trio of large bat-like creatures came into view. Kreia was already slashing at them with the lightsaber, cutting the first one in half. She sidestepped the second one and stabbed it through it's chest. The third came in lower attempting to bite in the general direction of her face, but she twisted her body around the direction of its attack and brought the blade of her lightsaber down across its neck. The head rolled in the general direction of Embol who grimaced and took another step back.

For her own part, Kreia felt the combat to be mildly exhilarating, a release from the frustration she felt at the moment, the details of her last meeting with Revan still fresh in her mind. Despite her training, a touch of despair moved through her, and she felt the need to reassert control. The quick dispatching of the shyracks had brought some measure of relief, a brief bit of comfort. "Perhaps it would be better if I lead," she said, and started off through the caves with Embol following close behind, offering direction at each junction.

They encountered several more groups of shyracks along the way, all of which Kreia easily dispatched, as well a group of tuk'ata feasting on the remains of a Sith soldier.

"The tuk'ata," Embol explained, "were originally brought in here to take care of the shyrack problem, but they turned on their trainers. They say it was the Dark side aura of the cave."

"Indeed. I sense it strongly in this place," said Kreia, yet her thoughts remained on Revan and of that final meeting. The words of that discussion replayed themselves through her thoughts again and again. She pondered what she might have said or not said that might have changed the outcome to one more to her liking. But nothing came to mind, and all attempts seemed doomed to failure. Revan's mind had been made up. There was little anyone could have said to change it. But why? Why did she make the journey all the way to Coruscant with great peril to herself only to refuse all attempts in aiding her?

After a short walk, they came to a larger, circular section with a pool of water in the corner, the center of which rose into a small hill. All around it lie the remains of Sith soldiers and officers, the battle clearly having been brought even into the cave. Blaster scoring and blast marks from grenades could be seen in the faint illumination of Embol's glowrod.

They continued on through the narrow passageways until they came to a much larger area with a deep crevice neatly dividing it in half, with a bridge of stone spanning it. Setting the glow rod on its highest setting did not reveal either the ceiling or the bottom of the rift. "I don't like this," Embol said. "Maybe we should have waiting until morning. During the day, the light is barely able to get through the ceiling, but at least you can see in here."

"Do not be concerned," Kreia said, "I am able to sense through the Force what sight alone will not reveal."

"The cave is..."

"Yes, on the other side," Kreia finished for him. "I can feel it beckoning. Come, let us see what mysteries it holds."

They moved across the narrow bridge and to the other side, following the wall of the cave until they came to a large entryway.

The Dark Side was the strongest of any of the places that Kreia had yet visited on Korriban. She felt it all around her, pressing in as though to suffocate her. At her side, even Embol began to squirm, the limited connection he had to the Force enough for even him to feel its cold embrace.

"Uhhh...."

"You will remain here. If I do not return shortly, take the Sith starfighter to Coruscant," she told him. "But do me the courtesy of allowing me some time before you leave me for dead."

"If you don't come out soon, I'm coming after you," he said, pulling out an Arkanian blaster pistol.

"That you shall not do," she told him, firmly. "If I do not return, it is of the utmost importance that the Jedi Council be made aware of what has transpired here. It may well not be of any concern to them that I have been lost here, but they must be made aware nonetheless."

Embol turned to her, a quizzical expression on his face. "Why wouldn't they be concerned? You are a Jedi Master, right?"

Kreia sighed. "I was, but I was cast out. Exiled. They blame my teachings for Revan's fall. I am a Jedi no more in their eyes, yet in my heart, it is the Code that guides me, as does the Force."

"Oh," said Embol, turning away. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...But you're still going after Revan?"

"Indeed I am. As I said, Revan was as a daughter to me. I must know her fate."

"Very well," he said with a slight smile. "Then I will do as you ask."

Kreia nodded, and without another word, turned and entered the tomb. These Sith in their haste to learn the secrets of the Dark side had unearthed yet another tomb that would have best been left untouched. Greater still it would have been if they had never discovered this world, if the ancient Sith teachings had never been discovered. It could only be the will of the Force that had led the fallen Jedi to Korriban. But why? Again the questions came, as they did so often, and again there were no satisfactory answers, only more questions.

There was one possibility, she decided as she followed the tunnel inward. The Force brought the Jedi and the Sith together again and again so that there might finally be reconciliation between them. But yet the teachings of the Sith had proven stronger than the will of the young Jedi that were seduced by the power they offered. It seemed that only the strongest, most willful Jedi might avoid the taint of the Dark Side. Revan, herself, had felt its power and submitted to it. Whatever her reasons had been, she had given in nonetheless.

Kreia found herself at a crossroads in the tomb, and suddenly she was not alone. There, in a circle around her, sat several Jedi Masters. Vrook, Atris, Vash, and Cavar were arrayed around her in the darkened setting of the Jedi Council chambers. Next to her stood the standing stone, and beyond the windows in the ceiling, the night sky of Coruscant could be seen. The shadows were thick in the room.

"Your teachings are tainted by the Dark Side," Vrook said to her. "It is your teachings that have brought about fall of so many of our students. The crimes of Revan and Malak lie at your feet."

"Were you not content to have fallen yourself? Did you also feel the need to take other Jedi with you?" Atris asked.

She regarded them silently. They were, of course, illusions, apparently brought on by the Dark Side nature of the tomb. But why replay this event, this discussion which she had already endured once? She looked around at them and asked aloud, "What is the purpose of this?"

"It is time you admit your failure," Cavar said to her. It seemed strange, not something he would have likely said. In fact, as she stood before the Council for her trial, he had been strangely silent. She had been able to sense the disquiet within him at the proceedings.

"You delved too deeply into the Sith beliefs. You have been the ruin of some of our brightest students and now you threaten our entire Order," Atris said. "And still you show no remorse. The only question now is how far you have fallen." Whatever lack of enthusiasm Cavar had for her trial, Atris more than made up for with her own zeal. She, above even Vrook, needed to cast blame for the fall of Revan.

"My remorse is greater than you know," she told them, a vision of Revan flashing through her mind.

A look of suspicion suddenly came over Atris' features as Kreia considered her words. "We are aware of your final meeting with Revan on Coruscant. Did you really believe you could hide it from us?"

At those words, Kreia felt herself freeze. No, it was simply not possible that they were aware. It was merely a test, she reminded herself. Still doubt grew within her.

"Does your loyalty extend only to Revan?" Atris persisted.

The question begged and irresistible urge. "Yes," she answered. Korriban, it seemed, had a way of making one shed their inhibitions, and now she had mouthed the words that she'd only thought before.

And with that, the Jedi Masters rushed her, activating their lightsabers. Vash, Vrook, Cavar, Atris all reached her at the same time, and she was barely able to get her own lightsaber out in time to block the first blow from Vash. A force push shoved the Jedi Master back, and then they came at her relentlessly, one attacking while the others waited for an opportunity. She calmed herself immediately, feeling the Force flow through her as her emotions became still. Her lightsaber moved almost of its own accord, moving to block one attack after another. The red blade met each of theirs in turn with a shower sparks and the familiar crackling. The battle was prolonged, she holding her own, but not allowing hubris to distract her.

But though she was able to fend off each in turn, she could not find openings so much did they press their attacks. Her movements began to slow, and the Force began to feel sluggish as fatigue set in and the Dark Side nature of the tomb worked against her. She began to feel the strain of it taking its toll, and a slash by Vrook seemed to slice through her sleeve. She could feel the intense heat against her skin, and the attack successfully distracted her. In that instant, Atris stepped forward and ran her through with her own blue blade. The pain was horrible, but it faded quickly, as did the members of the Jedi Council. She leaned heavily against the wall, catching her breath. Despite her apparent failure in battle, she knew the real test had been to see if she would call upon the Dark Side in her time of need. She had not. After a moment, she continued on.

She continued walking down the corridor eventually coming to a door left open. Beyond it lie a horrible stench, and in the gloomy recesses of the next chamber she could sense creatures approaching. Shyracks of various types, converging on her, and she drew her lightsaber, the red glow of the blade giving an eerie glow to the scene. They came at her from both sides, she having apparently disturbed their lair. As loathsome as she found them, attacking them troubled her not at all, and in fact she found the activity mildly refreshing as opposed to the unease she felt standing amidst the Jedi Council again. Atris' final attack remained with her despite her attempts to push the memory of it away. So she drew upon the Force, letting it flow through her, letting it guide her hands and she cut them down one by one. Only when there were a pile of bodies at her feet did she stop to consider the unusual sensation. The battle had further drained her, and try as she might, the Force seemed to  replenish her energy little.

She continued on through the tomb, eventually reaching a larger chamber where a short bridged extended over a misty fissure in the floor. On the far side, crouched against the wall was a figure, obscured by the darkness. From it she sensed no hostile intentions, instead feeling the presence of scattered thoughts, driven by terror. She moved over to the bridge, near to the figure, which turned its face up to hers.

A man in disheveled clothing crouched against the wall, moving slowly away from her. His eyes were filled with terror, and his hands shook violently. He fell backwards and continued to move away from her. Nearby a bag lie with various items spilling out of it. A would-be treasure hunter, it seemed.

"I am Kreia," she said. "You have nothing to fear from me," she told him, keeping her voice calm.

"T-t-the g-guardians. D-did you s-see them?" he stammered, his eyes now flickering around the room.

"If you are referring to the shyracks..." she began. But he wasn't, because just then she sensed the presence behind her. The man shrieked, his eyes suddenly growing wider.

Turning quickly, she activated her lightsaber, just in time to see a large reptilian creature materializing out of the darkness. A Hssiss, a creature from the planet, Stenness, that she'd studied briefly on Coruscant. She'd half expected them to be myth based on the description. But the Hssiss did not allow her the luxury of running through the full datafile in her mind, instead lunging at her with its powerful jaws. She leaped over it, landing behind it, the Force moving through her again, and slashed at its back, cutting it across its width. The creature howled in pain and quickly turned to face her again, but it moved too slow for even a slightly fatigued Jedi Master, and she brought the blade of her lightsaber in a downward thrust through the top of its head and into the ground underneath. After a moment, she turned off the lightsaber and returned it to her belt.

She moved over towards the man, who's gaze rested firmly on the body of the Hssiss and seemed to take no further notice of her. She crouched near him. "You cannot remain her. We must leave this place," she said.

He turned to look at her once more and again began to back away from her. And with that simply movement, her patience evaporated.

"Sleep," she told him, extending a hand toward him. All at once, he collapsed into unconsciousness.

She moved over and sat with her back against the wall, and closed her eyes. She concentrated on the Force, moving into this mind and following the current of his thoughts. They were fragmented as with the Sith assassin on Dantooine, but this man's thoughts revolved around images of skyracks, Hssiss, tuk'ata and other far more disturbing images, brought on by the tomb. As she focused on calming them, dispelling the terrors of his mind, they seemed to sense her presence and turned their attention to her. Such a thing should not have been possible, she though to herself, yet if they were drawn away from the man and towards her, it would perhaps be easier to remove them. But even as she worked to heal his mind, they threatened to engulf her, attempted to fracture her own sanity, taking on darker and more horrible shapes than before. The strain was taxin, but at last they became less and less until they were no more. Finally, the man's thoughts were at peace as the madness left him.

She slipped out of his mind and concentrated and replenishing her energy with the Force, but even as she did so, she felt the exhaustion overtake her. Against her will, she fell into a deep sleep. Dark dreams disturbed her as she slumbered, and so it was when she finally awoke to a hand shaking her, that the exhaustion was still with her. And in the back of her mind, traces of the man's delusions still lingered, dark shapes moving within her mind unbidden. Too exhausted to fight it, she focused instead on a voice breaking through the darkness.

"Master Jedi?" a voice was saying out of the darkness. It was a tired old woman that finally opened her eyes to see the man standing above her. "At least I hope you're a Jedi and not a Sith. You don't look like a Sith. Anyway, I realize you helped me out, so I'm willing to give you a cut of my profits, assuming we can clear some of the stuff out of this tomb. Ten percent sound about right?"

"Fool," she muttered, forcing herself to her feet. "I am not here to scavenge. How long did I sleep?"

The man shrugged. "Suit yourself. More for me. As for how long, I don't know. We better get moving though. My name is Sazzle Glovan."

"And I am Kreia. Follow me," she said, groaning as she once again called on the Force to drive away her fatigue, but only partially succeeded at it. With a sigh she led the way down the corridor, Sazzle trailing behind. Eventually they came to a smaller chamber with a passage leading off to the right. The Dark Side was concentrated there, she sensed, and her hand came to rest on her lightsaber.

Just then, walking down the passageway toward her, Darth Revan appeared. She entered the room, took off her mask and threw back her hood over her shoulders. "We meet again, Master." She appeared as she had in their last meeting, but her expression seemed decidedly less friendly.

Another illusion, Kreia thought to herself. Yet she wanted it not to be, for the hunt for Revan to be over here in this place. And if not real, she realized, an illusion would at least be some small comfort at not having found her yet.

"It has been some time, Revan," Kreia said. She glanced behind her and noticed Sazzle was missing. Fool! No doubt he had gone to plunder some other room, his greed overcoming his better sense.

"Have the accusations of the Jedi Council driven you to find me?" Revan asked.

"No. I must know for myself if it is by some failure of my own training methods that you were consumed by the Dark Side." Kreia felt herself wince slightly. "And if you might still be redeemed." She sighed. "But this conversation is pointless. You are not Revan."

"Ah," said Revan, moving over to a large statue in the corner and looking up at it. "There can be no other reason for my actions than having been 'consumed' by the Dark Side. Your mind is made up already. You remain a Jedi despite being cast out of the Order." She turned to face Kreia again. "But the teachings of the Order blind you to the truth, Master. One cannot hope to understand the Force merely from the Jedi teachings. Despite all your studies, always there are more questions and fewer answers. More importantly, the Jedi Council does not welcome questions, does it? It is they who ask the questions, and they who decide how the Force shall be used..."

"Do not waste my time," Kreia said, sharply, cutting her off. "I am neither so young nor so foolish as to fall prey to the Dark Side so easily."

"Of course, you are the master. I am but the apprentice," Revan offered. "But still you wonder where I have walked, how I converted so many to the Dark Side so quickly...these questions burn within you. Allow me to guide you, and you will see these things for yourself."

At this Kreia remained silent, reminding herself yet again that the figure before her was not Revan, no matter how much she wished it were. But its gestures, the tone in its voice, her voice. All of it fought against her unwillingness to believe in the reality of it. Of her. Of Revan.

And Revan smiled at her. "Are you afraid to go beyond what the Order dictates? Are you afraid to walk in the dark places of the galaxy, the places where I've walked?"

"Where?" the word slipped out before Kreia could restrain herself. But even as she asked, she believed she knew the answer to the question.

But the phantom merely smiled again and disappeared.

"Revan?" she called out in vain, realizing immediately the absurdity of it.

"Revan? Darth Revan" said a voice behind her. "Uh, are we expecting to run into her here?" It was Sazzle with his bag slightly more full than before."

"No," she said, not bothering to conceal her annoyance. "And you would do well to follow closely. I would have expected by now that you would understand the dangers of wandering about this tomb alone. But I can see the promise of credits drives you beyond reason or sense."

"There's no need to get snippy. I'm right behind you," he said."

"See that you remain so this time," she said, giving him a glare. "If you get lost, I shall not go looking for you."

At this he offered no response, so she turned and led the way down the tunnel.

The passageway led to a small circular chamber with a deep, misty recess running along the outer edge. A large sarcophagus stood in the center of the chamber, illuminated from above. Along the edges of the room were three alcoves set into the walls, and between these four large stone ornate slabs extended outward. Standing in front of the sarcophagus to either side were a part of blue and white standards to either side of it, each bearing a large circular symbol.

"Ahh, the score," exclaimed Sazzle, reaching into his bag and pulling out a sonic drill. He began to walk toward the sarcophagus, but Kreia stopped him, laying a hand on his wrist.

"I would advise against it," she said. "This is the final resting place of Ludo Kressh, an ancient Sith Lord of great power who once vied for control of the Sith Empire. Here on Korriban,  the spirits of the ancient Sith are restless. You have already encountered their guardians, but far more terrible would it be awaken the dead."

"You mean it's possible for them to come back to life?" Sazzle asked, the blood draining from his face.

"Possibly. Or perhaps their connection to the Dark Side is so great that they never truly die."

Sazzle, now staring at the sarcophagus, wide-eyed, slipped the drill back into his bag.

From behind him, Kreia allowed herself a slight smile at the deception. In truth, disturbing the dead could attract the attention of more Hssiss. With her current state of fatigue, she hoped to avoid any more encounters if possible. She sighed as she felt a weariness in her bones like she had never known before. It would be a pleasure indeed to leave this world where the shroud of the Dark Side hung so heavily about her shoulders.

Then she frowned, her thoughts turning to Revan. Revan had come to this chamber repeatedly, but why? Surely not to plunder an ancient tomb. No, there must be...

Just then she noticed Sazzle closely inspecting one of the standards. Before she could once more advise caution, he had lifted one of them from the hole in the floor where it rested.

"Sazzle..." she said, sharply, but was cut off in mid-sentence by the sounds of stone grating against stone.

The face of one of the stone slabs slid downward into the floor, revealing a hidden passageway beyond. Stale air rushed out at them.

"Sazzle, either you possess some hidden talent for the Force," Kreia said, "or fortune truly smiles upon you."

"Better lucky than good," he answered.

She stepped through the passageway into a larger square room. The room, like the other one had the same misty fissures running along the bases of the walls. In each corner was a statue of a robed man, standing almost as high as the ceiling. Set around the room were a few dusty furnishings and equipment. In the corner stood a destroyed holographic console. Lying on a table nearby was a familiar mask. Stepping over to it, she picked it up and wiped the dust off it. It was exact copy of the mask they had taken off Revan when they had captured her aboard her flagship. The Jedi Masters on Dantooine had destroyed her mask and armor then, but apparently Revan had yet more pieces.

But as she held the mask in her hands, a vision came to her mind, and she closed her eyes to more fully concentrate on it. Strangely, on the edge of her perception, she felt another presence in the vision. But what commanded her full attention was Revan in that very room, her purple and red-bladed lightsabers active as she went through a series of movements with the weapons, moving in a graceful motion through the various attack forms. Kreia felt herself smile as she watched her former padawan using some of the techniques which she had taught her and some which Revan had created herself. She was truly a marvel to watch with a lightsaber. Revan's black robes swirled about her, as she lunged and slashed at open air with the twin blades, until finally she de-activated the lightsabers and tilted her head back, drawing a deep breath and letting it out slowly.

Then Revan stepped over to a console against the wall and activated a button. A partial holomap of the galaxy floated before her, one particular planet beyond the Outer Rim, highlighted. One that Kreia did not recognize. Revan studied it momentarily and then switched the console off. She drew her lightsaber and stabbed it into the heart of the machine, causing a shower of sparks to emerge from it accompanied by the sound of crackling energy. Then Revan strode purposefully from the room...

"Hey! You okay?" the voice reached her ears as Kreia came out of her trance.

"We are finished here," she said, feeling energized. "Come we must leave this tomb."

"I found a passageway leading back to the shyrack cave," he said. "Uh, about that mask..."

"No," she said, brushing past him and into the next chamber. Spotting the alcove where Sazzle's hidden passageway was, she led the way down it...

A while later, as the Sun was beginning to rise, she stood with Embol and Sazzle outside Sazzle's freighter on the far side of the Dreshdae compound.

"Well, thanks for...you know," Sazzle said, tapping his head. "This hasn't been a very good haul, but it'll cover my expenses."

"Consider yourself wiser for the experience," Kreia said. "Think of the tales you will have to tell to the other salvagers."

"Sure you don't want to come with? I can always use people who know their stuff."

"I'm afraid not," she said. "I have other pressing matters to attend to. But I thank you for transporting Embol to Coruscant. His mission is of the highest importance."

He nodded and headed up the gangway into the freighter.

"Are you sure your thoughts are clear on this matter?" Embol asked her when Sazzle was out of earshot. "I had to watch Bastila leave in haste, and now I see you doing the same. Perhaps Revan really didn't want anyone following her."

Kreia sighed. "I must know. She may be in grave danger on this path she has chosen, and if she still walks the dark path, there may yet be a chance for her to redeem herself. Either way, I cannot sit idly by."

"But..."

"No, you may not accompany me. As I told you, the Jedi Council must know of these things." She paused looking at him curiously. "Ahh, you saw the vision, didn't you?"

"Yes," he said.

"But you did not know that the chamber was there."

"No."

"Regardless, your connection to the Force may have been less than that of the other students here," Kreia told him, with a smile, "but it is enough. You have wisdom and your resistance to the Dark Side is great indeed. Such strengths will be needed in the future. You may yet become a Jedi."

He sighed. "If you find Revan or if you need assistance where you are going, send a signal to Coruscant. I will come immediately," he told her.

She smiled again. "I will. You should depart. You have a long journey ahead of you. I thank you for your efforts, in particular for finding the coordinates for Malachor in the Academy's computers."

He forced a quick smile and nodded. "It has been my privilege to meet a great Jedi Master like yourself." He bowed slightly, and then turned and walked up the gangway. Moments later, the ship lifted off the ground and quickly climbed up through the morning sky.

Kreia turned and began to walk back to the Valley of the Dark Lords where her own ship waited...