Does anyone else have specific little headcanons about Revan's personal aesthetics and personality. The discrepancy between what she was and what she is now. After the Jedi Council lock away her memories, what else do they do to try making her different? Moldable? The way they want her to be?
They change her name, obviously. Do they cut her hair? Dye it, make it the opposite of how it was before? Are they afraid?
Are they desperate to keep her from any hint of her true identity? Uncertain if their repression is enough? Maybe they knew it was only a temporary thing, that locking away a person's memories will only work for so long. Perhaps all of this is only delaying the inevitable.
Bastila is present for all of this. As much as her opinions are easily swayed by the Council, some part of her rebels against their efforts. Subconsciously, she knows they're not all that different, her and Revan. She never had the confidence or experience to rely on her own conscience; but Revan learned how to do so. Even though Revan fell, Bastila never learned to despise and dismiss her former heroics. Not like other Jedi did.
Don't change her, she thinks in secret. Let her be herself, not the puppet you want her to be.
She doesn't shave her head, but trims her hair shorter. Changes her wardrobe, but slips in something old of hers, something from before the fall. Something the Council tried to burn. The others would see it as weakness, but Bastila sees it as a mercy. For who she was, not who she became.
When Revan wakes on Taris, what will she see when she looks in the mirror? What the Council painted, or what Bastila tried to preserve?
Revan took a deep breath. The air was cold and dry. She could feel the sting of it on her face and her throat. She tightened her grip on the blaster in her gloved hand. She pulled her fabric mask over her mouth with her other hand. Her hood was pulled over her head far enough to obscure her face.
Snow swirled around her. At this time of night, she was the only one around besides a couple of unlucky soldiers.
Finally, Revan reached the meeting spot. Instead of her informant, she was met with a dead body. She had to hold back her sigh.
"Freeze, drop your weapon." A soldier ordered. Revan did as he ordered. She dropped her blaster. She brought her hands up in the air. She turned around and looked at the soldier.
"I know what this looks like." Revan responded calmly. "But it isn't. I just got here."
"Freeze, you are under arrest." The soldier said. Two more soldiers arrived on the scene. IT would have been so easy to pull out her lightsaber and fight them off or use the Force to get away, but she couldn't allow this to get back to the Jedi Order or the Republic.
Two of the soldiers walked forward. A plan began to form in her mind. She remained still. A smirk pulled on her lips. One of the soldiers grabbed her arm.
Quickly she dropped to her knees and swept their legs out from underneath them. She then quickly returned to her feet and punched the other soldier in the head knocking them out. The soldier on the ground groan. She gave them a quick kick to the head.
The first soldier recovered from their shock and began to shoot at her. Using the Force Revan managed to dodge the wild blasts. All the while she walked forward. Once she reached them she punched them in the nose.
There was a loud crunch and blood began to flow freely from their nose. She then gripped their neck. She kept the pressure light enough that they will suffocate or pass out but hard enough to act as a warning and a deterrent.
"You will listen to me," Revan said calmly with a voice that promised pain if she was deified. The one that she had used as a Sith Lord. "You and your men got into a bar fight. You were drinking on the job and you won't do a report out of fear of getting in trouble."
"I...I..." The soldier stuttered. Revan then squeezed their neck hard enough to cut them off. They began to claw at her hand but the gloves prevented them from getting a good enough momentum to possibly ease her hand. She then lifted them up in the air.
"If this gets back to the Republic, I will know. And if that happens there is nowhere you or your men can hide that I won't find you. Then I will make the tortures that Revan's Empire did seem like nothing more than child's play." Revan promised. The soldier opened their mouth to speak but nothing. She squeezed slightly enough that their eyes began to bulge. They made frantic nods.
Revan released them. They fell onto the snow-covered ground coughing and wheezing. They didn't make any move to get up. She grabbed her blaster and put it in her holster. She then disappeared into the shadows.
She looked down at her blood-soaked glove in disgust. She put that hand down and placed the other one on her stomach. A small laugh escaped from her lips.
Revan hadn't gotten what she wanted. It was fine. Just a delay. She'll come up with another plan. She always does.
After all, Revan was a master strategist that ended two major wars. This was nothing but child's play. A game that she will win.
I got this picture from here: https://www.pinterest.ru/pin/331296116334815671/
Even though it depicts Lin and Tenzin from The Legend of Korra, this couple also reminds me of Malak and Revan here. That might seem strange, but I’ve associated them with Malak and Revan since I came across it a couple of years ago.
You drew an arrow and pulled it, burned like a bullet
It was love, it was heat, it was true
We were called into battle and all of it shattered
But I'm aiming high not to lose you
I know, it's not easy or that simplified, no
But you and I are on each others side
So take my hand and we will march to the front lines
‘If there’s truly nothing between us, Bastila, then back on that ship you would have let me die.’
‘To let you die then would have been against the Jedi Code. I will not break the Jedi Code.’
