Drax moved through the dark cavern as if in a dream. As he did flashes of a past life played out before him. He eased his way through the darkness until coming to a large catacomb. Unconciously, he removed a glow rod from his belt and tossed it into the middle of the large cavern. A green glow illuminated the room. Drax closed his eyes and let the memories flood into him.
The young man stood in the large cavern, looking from side to side. The feint glow of his lantern showed various stalactites and stalagmites littering the large room. Behind him, Alek, long his best friend stood gaping in wonder at the caves natural beauty. “It’s amazing…” He whispered. “I know.” The young man replied. “Aren’t you glad you came with me?” he chuckled. “I just hope Master Drukkus doesn’t kick us out of the acadamy.” Alec said. “We were supposed to seperate and do this part on our own…” The young man turned back to his friend and gave him a reassuring pat on the back. “Relax, Al. Master Drukkus will never know.”
Alec worried about everything it seemed. The young man wondered how his friend had made it this far through training. While as skilled in the force as any other padawan, Alec seemed almost timid sometimes. They had met when they were still younglings, playing with toy lightsabers back at the Jedi Council on Coruscant. The young man had always been a little rebellious. Sometimes, late at night he’d sneak out into the city and go exploring. Alec would always be right behind him. Tagging along, complaing and worrying the whole way. They never got caught, though.
The young man gazed around the cavern, until his eyes settled on a large crack against the northern wall. “Come on.” He said. “I think we can get through there.” Alec chuckled, nervously. “Heh heh… There no way we can fit though there.” The young man sighed. “Of course we can. I’ll go first. Just stay right behind me.” WIth that the young man eased his way into into the crevice.
Drax snapped into awareness. He was standing in front of the crevice. Or what was once a crevice. Where the crevice had once been, a huge stalactite had fallen, blocking the path. Drax sighed in frustration. He could still feel the pull from the other side. He had to get through.
Focusing on the fallen rock, Drax raised his hand and reached out with the force. A rumble issued from the debris as the stone began to lift. The stalactite lifted a few feet in the air and paused. Drax could feel he was losing control of the giant boulder. He watched in horror as the Stalactite began to lean in his direction. He was such a fool! He should have stepped back alittle further, giving himself room to move the stone, without endangering himself. Panic filled his heart, but was soon replaced by rage. His anger at his mistake snapped Drax back into focus. He wasn’t going to die like this. Not now. With a gutteral growl, he pushed out again with the force. The Stalactite shot off to the side, slamming into the wall. As it hit, it shattered. Small pebbles and dust littered the room.
Drax fell to one knee, weakened from the sheer exertion from moving the stone. After a moment he stood back up. Looking down into the crevice, he felt himself being pulled once more. He had no choice, but to follow further into the darkness.
He had spent several hours making his way through the tunnels. At times he would have to crawl though narrow caves. Other times he would find himself scaling sheer surfaces to get to the next tunnel entrance. Time was lost to him. All he could do was followed the siren call of the force as it pulled him in deeper. Eventually he came to large underground lake. He stood at the waters edge for several moments studying the room. Yellow light, from several crystals that permeated the stone, illuminated the room. The crystals cold be used in constructing his lightsaber, he had no doubt. He started to remove his tools to remove one, before hesitating. Once again, he felt himself remembering past events that had transpired in this cavern.
“We found them!” Alec shouted in joy as he removed one of the yellow stones from the wall. The young man paid him no attention. Instead he focused on the body of water that the room encircled. “Hurry!” Alec said trying to get his friend’s attention. “Collect your crystal and let’s get out of here!” The young man turned to face his friend. “This water has to come from somewhere. I’m betting it leads to another cavern. I’m gonna see where it leads.”
Alec stared at his friend as if he’d just woken a hibernating wompa. “Are you out of your mind?” He said. “We have our crystals. We’ve completed our quest! ” The young man smiled back at his friend. “No Alec. You have your crystal. You have completed your quest.” Alec sighed in resignation. “So what? I’m supposed to just leave you here, alone to drown in an underground lake?” The young man shook his head. “No. You go back and build your lightsaber. I’ll be fine.”
Alec shook his head in response. “No. If you insist on seeing this through, then the least I can do is wait here for you. As he spoke Alec reached into his satchel and produced a long coil of rope. “Here. Tie this around your waist. If you get in trouble, give two hard tugs and i’ll start pulling you back. The young man chuckled as he tied the rope aropund his waist. Before leaving, he had admonished Alec for bringing the rope, telling him he didn’t think it would be of any use and that it would just be extra weight. As he dove into the cool waters he silently thanked his friend for his preparedness.
Drax emerged from his vision and immediatly began stripping his clothes off. He was already shaking before he set foot in the water. He had never been much of a swimmer. Sure he could tread water, but he had never swam as far as he new he was about to. He clumsily fumbled through his satchel for his aqauta breather and cursed himself when he realised he had left it back on the ship, assuming he wouldn’t be doing any swimming. He desperately wanted to go back to the ship and collect it, but he knew he couldn’t. He had to push on. Even if it killed him.
Drax eased into the water, slowly. As the water reached his chest he began toconvulse uncontrollably from the cold. His muscles already ached and he could fell himself begin hyperventilate. Aware that he was begining to panic, Drax closed his eyes and focused. Using his connection to the force to calm himself, Drax slowly inhaled and exhaled, deeply. He allowed himself to slip into a meditative trance. Void of pain and fear, Drax moved further into the water. The water crept up his chest to his neck. As it came to his chin he took a long deep breath and let himself sink into the blackness….
Drax emerged from the pool, gasping frantically for air. Dragging himself to the waters edge, he collapsed on to the cold ground. After a few moments, he stood up and examined his surroundings. The first thing to take his notice was that the entire room was alite. So much so that it took him several minutes to let his vision adjust to the fiery orange light that emitted and refracted off the thousands of crystals that had formed along the cieling, walls and floors of the chamber. The entire chamber was an enormous geode. Drax looked around him in awe of his discovery, when he noticed the cube. It was small and sat right in the middle of the room, on top of a small metal box. He felt the pull from before. Cautiously, he reached down to touch the cube. As he did he felt his conciousness drift away…
The young man calmly took in his wonderous surroundings as he emerged from the water. The entire chamber radiated a bright orange glow. He felt as though he had stepped into the heart of a sun. The orange crystals that permeated the massive chamber radiated power. He had studied many of the different crystal types during his training, but the type in this cavern were different from any he’d ever seen before. As he went to remove one from the wall, he was startled to hear the familier sound of a lightsaber igniting behind him. He ducked and rolled to the side, as the lightsaber swung wildly over his head.
The young man jumped to his feet and faced his attacker. “Alec?” He asked, confused. “What are you doing? Where did you get that?” He asked pointing at the humming, red lightsaber that his friend held. Alec said nothing. Instead, he swung once more at the young man. This time the young man flipped backwards, bring him to the edge of the pool. “Alec!” He yelled at his friend hoping for any response. Once again, the lightsaber came down just as the young man dove to the side.
“I’m warning you!” He shouted. “Stop now!” He could feel his shock at his friends betrayel segue into fear at meeting his end in this cold, wet catacomb. This in turn angered the young man. He had always been there for Alec. Always taken him along with him. Always protected him. And now, the little womprat was trying to kill him. With a snarl, the young man tapped into a side of the force he had as yet only heard of. Holding his hand up, he visualized his fingers clasping around Alec’s throat. He squeezed. The padawan dropped his lightsaber and immediatly began clutching his throat. The young man watched as his friend reached out a hand, as if pleading for mercy. He sneered in disgust. Focusing his rage, he continued to choke his friend. The young man could sense the life slipping from Alec’s body, but he refused to let up. Finally, Alec fell to the ground, face down, and was still.
The young man stood over his friends corpse for several moments, before moving closer. Leaning down, he rolled the body over, To his horror, he was aghast to see not Alec, but his own corpse laying on the ground before him. Horrified he stumbled back, tripping over his own feet. He watched as the body, slowly disintergrated before his eyes. After a few moments, there was nothing left. The young man was alone.
Drax snapped back to reality in time to hear a lightsaber hm to life behind him. Taking a deep breath, he whispered. “Your not real, but if you are then strike me down, now. He waited for the sound of lightsaber cutting through the air, but it never came. In fact sound of the activated lightsaber seemed to stop altogether. Drax turned to face his fear. There was nothing. Drax smiled. Sometimes you can learn from your mistakes.
Drax returned his focus to the cube. He gently reached down and touched the device. As he did, a light projected from the top of the cube. A holographic image flickered above the the cube. Drax recognized the face almost immediatly. It was the young man from his visions. Only, he was older now. Drax’s heart lept into his throat as he finally realized the resemblance the man in the hologram held to himself.
The hologram spoke:
“Greetings. My name is Revan. I hope this message finds you in better spirits than I was at the end of my own trial. It has been many years since I last set foot in this cavern. This place has always held a special meaning to me. It was the place of my first failure. Of course I didn’t have the humility at the time that to realize that sometimes, you have to fail in order to succeed.”
“I have been many things in my lifetime. Hero, Villain. Destroyer. Savior. Now, as I set out on what I believe will be my last journey, I feel compelled to leave something behind for the generations to come. I chose thsi place for it’s significance to me, personally and because I feel it would take someone really special to find it. Someone that can make a difference. I have programmed this holocron with much of my personal history. From my rise to Jedi Master, to my eventual fall to the darkside, through my eventual redemption. There is also a historical account of both the Mandalorian Wars along with the first and second Sith Wars. When you are ready to continue, please ask me where you would like to begin your study.”
Drax sat crosslegged before the cube. Here it was. Everything he ever wanted to know about his history. Right before him. He studied the holographic face for a moment, before leaning in close. “Start at the beginning. Tell me everything.”