The Jedi Starfighter sliced through the outer edges of the Unknown Regions, its engines humming softly beneath the faint glow of hyperspace. Inside the cockpit, Jedi Knight Revan sat alone, his youthful face calm, but his blue eyes sharp with contemplation. Recently knighted and already burdened with a sense of destiny, Revan had volunteered for deep-space exploration. He sought knowledge, wisdom, and something else, something the Jedi Council would never speak of aloud: truth beyond doctrine.
Revan gripped the controls, the hum of the hyperdrive a comforting counterpoint to the churning unease in his gut. A premonition, faint but persistent, tugged at his senses.
He felt the weight of his family's legacy, a brother lost to the Sith, a vow whispered in the shadow of tragedy. This mission, a quest for answers, was more than just exploration.
The Unknown Regions beckoned, promising answers, but also concealing dangers yet unknown. His journey had just begun.As the stars distorted into lines of white light around him, he leaned back in his seat, reviewing the mission logs. His astromech, T5-J9, let out a low, curious beep.
"I know," Revan muttered. "This route shouldn't exist on any of the hyperspace charts."
The navigation computer had picked up a gravitational disturbance, a ripple in the Force that Revan couldn't ignore. He had felt it the moment his starfighter passed the Chiss Ascendancy — a call, a whisper threading through the currents of the Force like a faint cry.
He changed course.
Moments later, the ship dropped out of hyperspace with a lurch. Before him loomed a pale blue planet, veiled in mist and strange energy. It was unnamed, undocumented, hidden. Revan felt his heartbeat quicken. There was pain below. Rage. Loneliness. And something… pure.
Revan guided the ship into the atmosphere. Clouds gave way to mountains and forests. He landed the starfighter just beyond the border of a large, walled village. Primitive buildings. Unmarked borders. But heavy chakra—or rather, the Force—pressed against his senses in waves.
He stepped out, cloaked in his dark brown robes, lightsaber at his belt. People watched from alleyways, fearful but accustomed to hiding their stares. This was a land of shinobi. Of war and fear. But Revan was not afraid.
He sensed it before he saw it — a burning light in the shadows.
A four-year-old boy sat alone on a swing beneath the shade of a dying tree. His clothes were dirty, torn in places. A swirl-shaped birthmark stood out on his cheek. Oblivious to the hostile stares, the boy continued his solitary play, a stark contrast to the joyful sounds echoing from the other children. His small hands, grimy and scarred, moved with a surprising gentleness.
A chilling wind whispered through the dying tree's skeletal branches, mirroring the isolation surrounding the young child. Revan felt a surge of protectiveness, his initial apprehension giving way to concern.
He approached cautiously, his steps silent, the boy's complete isolation both heartbreaking and unsettling. What was this boy's story? The question burned in Revan's mind.
Revan sensed immense potential, yet deep-seated fear within the boy. A conflict raged within the Force, mirroring the child's inner turmoil.
The Jedi Master extended a hand, a gesture of peace, hoping to calm the frightened child's spirit before any further harm occurred. His patience would be tested.
The boy's past clearly held painful memories; Revan knew he had to proceed with caution and understanding to earn the child's trust.
"Are you… Okay?" Revan asked softly.
The boy blinked. No one had asked him that before.
"I'm Naruto," he said simply.
Revan crouched beside him. He could feel the trauma, the sealed energy within Naruto's tiny body, the tug of a massive dark force — and something else. Legacy. Lineage. Buried and denied.
Revan placed a hand on the boy's shoulder.
"I'm Revan," he said. "Would you like to leave this place?"
The wind stirred. Somewhere far off, the Hokage turned in his tower, sensing a disturbance.
Naruto stared. Then, slowly, he nodded.
Revan crouched beside him. He could feel the trauma, the sealed energy within Naruto's tiny body, the tug of a massive dark force — and something else. Legacy. Lineage. Buried and denied.
Revan placed a hand on the boy's shoulder.
"I'm Revan," he said. "Would you like to leave this place?"
The wind stirred. Somewhere far off, the Hokage turned in his tower, sensing a disturbance.
Naruto stared. Then, slowly, he nodded.