SWtOR - Freed
It turned out to be neither. The contradicting Force abruptly stopped flowing and she fell.
She hit something cold and flat and it hurt. The ache still existed and it leapt on the pain, relishing it. There was a new ache behind it, softer, and she pushed the first aside to study this one. It took her a minute to put a name to that quieter ache. Her body, complaining after being immobile for so long.
Something picked her up, cloth warm and soft against her skin. It's so strange to have skin again. She slowly reacquainted herself with muscles and bones as the thing put her down on another cold surface. Her fingers responded first, curling in against her palm and then stretching out. Then her toes and legs and eventually enough of her body returned that she could roll over onto her hands and knees. She pried her eyelids open, blinking and squinting against the light.
"Are you alright?"
The ache lurched at the voice and she gasped softly. A person. Someone of flesh and bone like her. She's not a Force conduit. She is Revan.
And she badly needed to hit someone.
She charged forward, slamming straight into the person's gut. He was bigger than she, but she'd surprised him and he went falling back. Adrenaline rushed through her, blood singing as the ache eased and she punched him hard.
A blast hit her full on, sending her flying. Her body turned on instinct, flipping over, her feet hitting the ground first. She skidded backward a little, a laugh shaking her frame. The Jedi stood quickly, hands held up in a gesture of peace. "I don't want to fight you! I'm here to help."
"This is helping!" she answered and leapt at him again. He gathered the Force into his hands but she worked faster, reaching through the Force to pull him off his feet. And she was on him again, throwing punch after punch into his chest.
Something slipped tight around her throat. She gagged and kicked as the second person pulled her away, fingers clawing at whatever skin she could reach.
"We are not here to hurt you. Why do you attack us?"
She finally got her feet underneath her, using the leverage to fling the second Jedi over her head. A few loud grunts of pain informed her that she landed on the first and Revan laughed amidst her gasping for air. The ache eased, all she felt was the rush of battle and throb of new bruises. She straightened, grinning wide at the Jedi. "Oh, that's much better."
They stared at her wordlessly. She turned and looked around, memories returning through the adrenaline haze and she glared at the machine. "Damn it's good to be out of that thing. Though that's gonna cause problems with the Emperor." She added, musing. "Nothing to hold him back now."
"What are you talking about?"
"Long story short, I had some influence while I was in that thing. Kept him from declaring total war - which you're welcome for, by the way."
The elder Jedi frowned. "If you had influence, why would the Emperor keep you in there?"
"Laser-brain didn't know about it." Revan paused. "At least I don't think he did. Anyway he was too focused on using me as a conduit for the Force. Since I've been on both the Dark and Light sides, I am apparently 'special'." She stopped and turned to the pair. "How the frak did you even find me?"
Before either could answer, another voice sounded in the chamber, softer and etheral. "Your strength fails. You must be free."
A sad smile came to Revan's face. "Mel. Even in death you can't get any peace."
"No peace while you suffer."
"Softie." She shook her head. "Ah well. Guess I'll have to actually kill him this time."
"So the Emperor's been using you to gain power?" the younger Jedi said.
"Mostly. He wanted me to become Darth Revan again, be one of his little minions." Revan pulled a face. "Been there, done that, I'll pass."
"You...you're Revan?"
She gave a feral grin. "What, you were expecting someone taller?" She didn't wait for an answer. "Anyway, not that this hasn't been fun, but I've got an Emperor to kill so I'm gonna get going."
The elder raised a brow as she walked past them, skepticism clear in her voice. "You intend to fight him alone?"
"Bringing people didn't exactly work last time."
"So why not bring an army?"
She smirked as she glanced back. "I thought starting wars was bad, Jedi."
"Come with us and speak to the Council."
Revan snorted loudly. "Ah, sorry, no. Last time I dealt with the Council, they used my head as a sandbox."
"It's a different Council, though!" the younger called after her. "You've been dead for three hundred years, surely you can give them a chance."
She halted, processing that fact. She knew it had been a long time and she was terrible with time, she hadn't bothered keeping track. What even was 300 years?
Long enough for everything of hers to be gone. Mel's brief appearance had proved that much.
She scratched at her head. Sighed. Shrugged. "Frak, why the hell not. Alright, Jedi, let's go talk to your oh so lovely Council."
