2493/Wisdom of the Masters

Wisdom of the Masters
Date of Scene:	20 June 2015
Location:	Faraway Galaxy <FG>
Synopsis:	Lowri Revan-Shan invites Yoda on board the Ebon Hawk.
Cast of Characters:	414, 820

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Revan (414) has posed:
     A year ago, the Prodigal Knight had learned to simply roll with whatever punches the multiverse had dealt her. Admittedly, the first had been the hardest; learning that the universe she had kn own was suddenly much larger. The second was that time had little meaning in that universe, and that she could easily encounter persons from what was her distant future. Her own introduction had been via a Jedi Knight who, for all his own unorthodox methods was much more in line with her own patterns of thinking.

     The Council, Lowri imagined, would have had a collective cardiac arrest at the sight of Kyle Katarn.

     But for the Jedi once known as Revan, it was a pleasant surprise...at least once they had learned that neither was a Sith. Or in her case, no longer one.

     It had been quite the adjustment to learn about the multiverse, but Lowri had unlimately embraced it. It had meant that her destiny was not set in stone. It might have been that the Force had knwn what was about to transpire, and her faith in that myserious power remained absolute. Especially now, after the arrival of a rather unique Master from that far future.

     The Force, even in the multiverse, had led her to that distress call and to the Master of the same race as Vandar. He certainly wasn't one of the Masters who had taught her -- not that Revan could remember -- but the Force had led her to one who might guide her. She was far from a Master herself, and thought he had insisted that he was no longer one with the dissolution of the Council, the Force seemed disinclined to agree. She willingly offered what she could, including the sanctity of her ship, the Ebon Hawk. As a Jedi, what could she do but extend an invitation to the Master from her distant future to Master Yoda?

     For now, she simply waited, tending to her droid crew and observing the navigational charts, should Yoda choose to join her. There was much to discuss, and the Ebon Hawk was more than able to make planetfall and take on new passengers. And it wouldn't take her long to return to the side of the Rogue Shadow, a ship whose company she seemed loathe to retreat from for very long.

Yoda (820) has posed:
    Moving around the Multiverse was simple once you knew how. All you needed to know was what doors to use, the correct warpgates and BAM. Away you went. Unfortunately for Yoda, he was still very much learning this system of traversing and as such, had to get the hired help of some Union affiliated Officers to just 'nudge' him in the right direction of where Revan could be found.
    Adopting a brand spanking new hoverchair, a gift from the Union, the small green figure with his brown robes slowly approaches. He hovers a good four feet in the air, and with both of his three-fingered hands resting in his lap, he takes a moment to look upon the Ebon Hawk. One of his hands lifts to scratch his chin idly, before he proceeds to board.
    His strong place in the Force would no doubt let the fellow Jedi know that he was here. So it was just a matter of finding him!
    Once on board properly, Yoda lowers the hovering chair to the ground, where he stands up with the aid of his walking stick. A slow exhale escapes his lips as he limps forward, heavily favouring one side. "Hrm."

Revan (414) has posed:
     There were few times when Lowri suppressed her natural tendencies to smart off. The arrival of a Master with that kind of strength in the Force was one of those times. "Welcome, Master Yoda," she greeted at the docking bay at his arrival, her hand folded in a proper bow. "I'm delighted that you were able to accept my invitation."

     And she meant it. Through the Force, the wizened Master would no doubt be able to sense the lingering darkness she deliberately and constantly fought to keep at bay. The strong sense of justice that could so easily be warped into Dark. And yet, her concern was for Yoda, to accilate him more easily into the multiverse. "This ship is a little on the minimalist side, but the autokitchen still functions adequately." There was a hint of her irreverent smile at that before it faded. "Anyway, I know you have questions, and I will do my best to answer."

     After all, Revan /did/, she did not try.

Yoda (820) has posed:
    Yoda's walking aid taps against the Hawk's metallic walkways as he makes his way along to the autokitchen, wisened eyes glancing about constantly to take in everything. Ships weren't really his thing, but ... "Learn a lot about someone based on where they live, you can." Yeah, that. Long, green ears twitch and rotate and the various noises, before he slides up onto one of the chairs provided in the kitchen.
    Everything he does seems to be at effort. Heck, he appears to have issues catching his breath just from the walk. And it was only ten feet or so! Once settled though, his breathing returns to a more normal, resting rate. His eyes then close, hands resting in his lap. Taking in a big long breath, he exhales slowly.
    Then, slowly, they open.
    "Thank-you for the invitation, I do." Looking to Lowri now, his gaze settles upon the female. Old features appear to look straight /through/ her for a moment, his head tilting in just a smidgen of curiosity. "Have something to tell me, you do?" This is more a question, really. May as well air any grievances before he gets started. Lots of people felt the need to just rant to Yoda when they got his undivided attention, he found. But this was the Multiverse. Things could be different!

Revan (414) has posed:
     For her part, Lowri was accustomed to being scolded...perhaps. Not that she really knew, given that she her earliest unhampered memories were ones arguing with a particular captain of the Republic military. That Yoda had perhaps been the first Master who hadn't spoke volumes to her. Second, if one were to count old Jolee Bindo, which she personally did, and in her mind made that two. The old Consular had said he wasn't there to judge her, which had eased her mind considerably. Yoda certainly wasn't...not that she would blame any of the Council even of her own time. Whatever they had done, she would always be grateful for her second chance, regardless of the circumstances.

     Mildly yet affectionately shooshing Tiny out -- the giant Insecticon which she had accidentally tamed -- to go perform some much-needed maintenance on the freighter, the Guardian seated herself once the old Master was settled. "It's home, for the moment. She's seen a lot of action, but it seems her work is far from over...not unlike some," Revan commented vaguely.

     She could certainly appreciate getting straight to the point. "I think it's become clear that time has no meaning when it comes to the multiverse," Lowri replied. "And, given your stature, I think it's fair that I answer any questions you have first, Master. I have plenty of my own, but...well. I'm a Jedi again, so it's only proper I answer first to the Masters."

Yoda (820) has posed:
    Yoda bows his head in a slow nod, agreeing with the sentiment of starting first. Made sense!
    "Start, I will." Yet, he doesn't. Yoda just looks at Lowri carefully, old eyes taking in every feature. It's not so much a creepy stare, more a look of someone trying to recognise someone. It's not engineered to be an uncomfortable pause, though it could well feel like that for the female host.
    "When you live as long as I, there is much to be learned." He begins. "Spent many days in the archives, I have. Learning from past mistakes and trying to better myself and the Order." He wrinkles his nose. "Surprising, it is, to learn your name is Revan. While not well versed in many tales from the Old Republic, studied I have, the key points. Of that in particular, Revan and Malak. Their rise and..." His eyes narrow a bit. "...fall."
    "Revan, you say your name was. Lowri, you say your name is. Trying to forget, you are, the name of your past. But impossible." The short Master raises a green hand to wave and dismiss such a notion. "I sense much fear in you. Much darkness." His tone is almost apologetic. Disappointed. "Impossible to forget, it is, a part of yourself." Yoda takes another breath, exhaling slowly.
    From here, he falls into silence. He doesn't ask for it verbally, but the demand still hangs, building tension in the air. He wants an explanation of who she is. What she is. How she is.

Revan (414) has posed:
     Most of her allies in the Union and even some opponents saw the almost silly side of the former Dark Lord, the one who hid her true strengths behind a smile. Others saw the pain she hid, the secret love she had for a man who had kept her on the Light Side and whom she had left for his sake, to hunt the evil she had hunted before her fall. But few had seen even beyond that...as Yoda had.

     Of course. With that kind of strength in the Force, very little was hidden.

     Revan chuckled softly. "One never truly stops learning, asking questions. That's true wisdom, isn't it?"

     The former Sith Lord folded her hands in her lap, her mismatched eyes closing. "The part of me who wants to simply be 'owri Shan, Jedi Knight' is glad to have been forgotten. But the other part wishes I wasn't, so that others could learn from my mistakes."

     Grey and deep blue eye opened to regard the green-skinned Consular before her. "You're absolutely right, Master. There's much darkness in me, both before and even now. My friends and loved ones have looked past it, but I can't. I can't know that I won't fall again, and more than anything, I want to protect them. Even as I hunt for...whatever it is that was behind the Mandalorians."

     She smiled again, but it was tainted with sorrow. "I can't forget who I was. Even after I chose the name the Council gave me, I can never truly be Lowri Shan. Deep down, I'll always be Revan."

Yoda (820) has posed:
    Yoda sits and listens patiently, his head tilting just a smidgen as she regales the diminutive green creature. Once she finishes, his lips purse together in thought as he considers and ponders. "Wary, I am, of acknowledging someone who has much darkness within. Outvoted, I was, about young Skywalker. Now... the darkness has taken over, and it is Vader before us. Worried, I am, that Revan will come back into being." He certainly tells it how it is!
    "But." He begins. "Not willing to discount Lowri, I am. Help, you need. Help, if you want, I will give." It's a decision he came to remarkably quickly, that much is sure. Perhaps this is all something that he meditated upon previously? "Fix past mistakes, I cannot. But... fix future mistakes, I will. Tell me, Lowri." Yoda leans forward at this moment, curious.
    "Becoming Lowri. How did you do this?"

Revan (414) has posed:
     Admitredly, that wasn't exactly what she wanted to hear. But on the other, that was what Revan felt she /needed/ to hear. "Thank you, Master. Yes, I left behind everyone I loved because I was afraid Darth Revan would return. The multiverse has different versions of us, and a droid I made from a reality where I was never truly redeemed told me what happened in his version. The Revan there reclaimed her status as a Dark Lord and killed everyone I loved and became the Sith Empress with Bastila as her apprentice. I can't risk that happening in my reality, so I left them behind. I couldn't place them at such risk."

     Her smile, so usually cocky, was tinged with the burden she carried. "I know the Jedi eschew attachments, but they're what kept me from falling again. Even if I lost them, the thought of their sorrow was what kept me from taking that path, even when it felt righteous. But yet I can't risk them, not with that possibility."

     But her smile faded into a rare neutral expression. "I don't really know about who Vader was before, though. Maybe there was something..." She paused to shake her head before she continued. "I have a friend who is terrified of him, what he's become. He's certainly Sith, but he's as cunning as I was, but as ruthless as Malak. I don't know, Master...there must be a way. Even Malak turned from the Dark even as he was dying. If there's something that can get through to Vader..."

     Revan let the words die on her lips. She knew that sometimes there was no hope for someone on the Dark Side. But she had been redeemed, and that noble part of her believed in the possibility of redemption.

     It seemed she might not be alone, and Yoda would sense the blossoming of hope in the Jedi. "My circumstances were a little odd...the Council wiped my memories. But even then, I had friends who helped me, guided me...especially a man who kept me on that path. If there's something that can redeem Vader like that, I'm personally willing to try anything."

     And she meant it.

Yoda (820) has posed:
    "Lost to us, Vader is." Yoda is quite firm on that, his fingers clenching just a bit in his lap before they relax. "Focus on what you want to achieve, you should. Not on others." Shifting slightly in his place, he simply shakes his head again as she speaks, perhaps to confirm his initial statement. "Reborn you were, Lowri. Choices... make up our life, they do. Made the right choices, you did. Make the wrong choices, Vader did."
    Shifting again, the old Master moves to slide off his seat. "A tour of this ship I would like." His tone has lightened considerably, as if he's moved on from the previous conversation already. He wouldn't have a beat of it! "This ship... has a nice smell, it does. Mreh heh heh." A chuckle rumbles out from his throat, a faint smile on his mouth.
    "Later, should you feel the need, control and wisdom I can share with you."

Revan (414) has posed:
     Yoda was most likely right...Juno and Galen seemed to confirm it as well, though Kyle was vague about how Skywalker had defeated his father. Still, a part of her hoped that if /she/ could be saved, someone like Vader could be...even with all he had done. After all, her hands were hardly clean, yet Carth had found it in his heart to forgove her...and even vow to love and protect her. And he had...until she left to protect him.

     On the other hand, she couldn't simply ignore the suffering of others. That lead to her downfall in the first place, but how could it be wrong? "Maybe, Master....but I always wondered why it was we were instructed to help the people, yet at the same time be removed from their suffering? Why was it right to help them? Why did the Force give us these feelings, if not to empathise with those who suffered?" Revan, it seemed, was right back to what had led her down those paths; her own compassion was what could so easily corrupt her.

     Fortunately, she had enough of a distraction. "Of course," she replied, smiling as she stood. "It's a humble ship, but she's served us well."

     Revan bowed again, though with a humility she hadn't had before her rebirth. That, perhaps, was what set her on her new path, aside from those attachments. "Of course, Master. I've learned to take wisdom anywhere I can."