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“A touching reunion,” a familiar voice said.
“Lord Scourge!” one of the guards shrieked in terror.
Revan spun Meetra to the side and stepped in front of her, an instinctive but foolish move.
Meetra was a Jedi; she knew how to handle herself. And unarmed he was no match for the Sith.
“It’s okay,” Meetra said, placing a hand on Revan’s shoulder. “Scourge is here to help us.”
It took Revan’s foggy mind a moment to process what she was saying. Once he figured it out,
he couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
“So I finally get to learn your name,” he said. “Scourge. No wonder you didn’t want to tell
me.”
“Make jokes once we’re safely away from here,” Scourge said.
“He’s right,” Meetra told him. “Tee-Three’s keeping watch at the top of the stairs. Come on.”
“Go ahead,” the Sith told them, drawing his lightsaber and approaching the guards cowering
on the floor. “I’ll take care of the witnesses.”
“No,” Revan said. “I promised to protect them.”
Scourge gave him a look of utter disbelief. “It’s going to be hard enough to get out of here
without escorting these pathetic excuses for soldiers.”
“I gave them my word,” Revan said. A rush of dizziness swept over him, and he reeled.
“What’s wrong?” Meetra asked, reaching out to catch him before he fell.
“They keep me drugged,” Revan said. “I just need a minute.”
With Meetra’s help he lowered himself to the floor. His heart was pounding and his head was
spinning. During the confrontation with the guard, he must have instinctively used the Force to
keep the worst of the drug’s effects at bay. But he wasn’t strong enough to keep it up any
longer, and now his body was responding with an acute over-reaction.
Scourge stepped over to a medkit on the wall and yanked it open. He grabbed a hypodermic
filled with a green luminescent fluid.
“This will help,” he said, injecting it into Revan’s arm. “But it will take a few minutes.”
“I have something else,” Meetra told him. “Bastila asked me to give it to you.”
She nodded at Scourge, who pulled a package from the large pouch on his hip. He tossed it to
Revan, who didn’t even try to catch it, but just picked it up off the floor.
The object was wrapped in cloth. It was clearly metal, and there was something oddly
familiar about it.
“You spoke with Bastila?” he asked. “You saw her?”
Meetra nodded. “And your son. They’re both well.”
Revan smiled. His mind felt like it was floating blissfully away, but he wasn’t sure if the
euphoria was triggered by thoughts of his family or the drugs still working their way out of his
system.
He unwrapped the cloth to reveal the masked helmet he had worn during his campaigns
against the Mandalorians and the Republic. In an instant, all his lost memories came flooding
back to him.
A million images—years upon years of forgotten people, places, and events—flooded his
consciousness simultaneously. In his weakened state it was too much to take. As his brain went
into sensory overload, his body went limp.
——

“WHAT’S HAPPENING?” Scourge demanded as Revan collapsed on the floor.
“I—I don’t know,” Meetra said, her hands fumbling to check Revan’s pulse as he lay
motionless on the ground.
His eyes were closed, but the lids were fluttering madly. Otherwise he was completely still.
From the stairs, T3 let out a piercing wail, several octaves higher than the incessant alarms.
“Someone’s coming!” Meetra said."

Description
I've changed the main file, so if you wish you can download now.

Acryllic on paper

“A touching reunion,” a familiar voice said.
“Lord Scourge!” one of the guards shrieked in terror.
Revan spun Meetra to the side and stepped in front of her, an instinctive but foolish move.
Meetra was a Jedi; she knew how to handle herself. And unarmed he was no match for the Sith.
“It’s okay,” Meetra said, placing a hand on Revan’s shoulder. “Scourge is here to help us.”
It took Revan’s foggy mind a moment to process what she was saying. Once he figured it out,
he couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
“So I finally get to learn your name,” he said. “Scourge. No wonder you didn’t want to tell
me.”
“Make jokes once we’re safely away from here,” Scourge said.
“He’s right,” Meetra told him. “Tee-Three’s keeping watch at the top of the stairs. Come on.”
“Go ahead,” the Sith told them, drawing his lightsaber and approaching the guards cowering
on the floor. “I’ll take care of the witnesses.”
“No,” Revan said. “I promised to protect them.”
Scourge gave him a look of utter disbelief. “It’s going to be hard enough to get out of here
without escorting these pathetic excuses for soldiers.”
“I gave them my word,” Revan said. A rush of dizziness swept over him, and he reeled.
“What’s wrong?” Meetra asked, reaching out to catch him before he fell.
“They keep me drugged,” Revan said. “I just need a minute.”
With Meetra’s help he lowered himself to the floor. His heart was pounding and his head was
spinning. During the confrontation with the guard, he must have instinctively used the Force to
keep the worst of the drug’s effects at bay. But he wasn’t strong enough to keep it up any
longer, and now his body was responding with an acute over-reaction.
Scourge stepped over to a medkit on the wall and yanked it open. He grabbed a hypodermic
filled with a green luminescent fluid.
“This will help,” he said, injecting it into Revan’s arm. “But it will take a few minutes.”
“I have something else,” Meetra told him. “Bastila asked me to give it to you.”
She nodded at Scourge, who pulled a package from the large pouch on his hip. He tossed it to
Revan, who didn’t even try to catch it, but just picked it up off the floor.
The object was wrapped in cloth. It was clearly metal, and there was something oddly
familiar about it.
“You spoke with Bastila?” he asked. “You saw her?”
Meetra nodded. “And your son. They’re both well.”
Revan smiled. His mind felt like it was floating blissfully away, but he wasn’t sure if the
euphoria was triggered by thoughts of his family or the drugs still working their way out of his
system.
He unwrapped the cloth to reveal the masked helmet he had worn during his campaigns
against the Mandalorians and the Republic. In an instant, all his lost memories came flooding
back to him.
A million images—years upon years of forgotten people, places, and events—flooded his
consciousness simultaneously. In his weakened state it was too much to take. As his brain went
into sensory overload, his body went limp.
——

“WHAT’S HAPPENING?” Scourge demanded as Revan collapsed on the floor.
“I—I don’t know,” Meetra said, her hands fumbling to check Revan’s pulse as he lay
motionless on the ground.
His eyes were closed, but the lids were fluttering madly. Otherwise he was completely still.
From the stairs, T3 let out a piercing wail, several octaves higher than the incessant alarms.
“Someone’s coming!” Meetra said."