The chamber sealed behind them with a deep, metallic thud.
Dust drifted down from the ceiling as if the room were exhaling after centuries of holding its breath. Kaelen's hand instinctively tightened around his lightsaber hilt, but something—something deep in the Force—urged him not to ignite it.
The holocron floated above the pedestal, pulsing with faint red and gold light.Not Sith red.Not Jedi blue.
Something… in between.
Obi-Wan stepped forward cautiously. "Kaelen… stay close. We don't know what this device contains."
"I think I do," Kaelen whispered. "Or… part of me does."
The holocron's light brightened. Its panels shifted, unfolding like petals of metal and crystal. A beam of soft gold shone upward, forming the figure of a man—broad-shouldered, calm-eyed, long hair tied loosely behind him.
Revan.Not masked.Not armored.Not the warrior from Kaelen's visions—but the man beneath.
Obi-Wan inhaled sharply. "Impossible. This can't be—"
The hologram spoke, voice layered with centuries of echo.
"If you are hearing this… then my bloodline remains."
Kaelen felt his heart stop.
Obi-Wan's gaze snapped to him.
Revan continued, eyes steady, expression tinged with weary wisdom.
"I am Revan. Jedi Knight. General. Exile. I have walked both Light and Dark. And I have left behind what I could not trust the Order to protect."
The chamber seemed to shrink around them.
Revan raised a hand toward Kaelen—not reaching, but acknowledging.
"You who carry my legacy… you are not bound by my fate. But the galaxy moves in cycles, and the Force does not forget."
Kaelen swallowed hard. "You… you know who I am?"
The hologram looked at him with something like sorrow.
"I know what you are. I do not know your name, or your era, only that you came through blood and time. That is enough."
Obi-Wan muttered under his breath, "The Council will want to see this."
Revan's image flickered, sensing the thought.
"If you are Jedi… be cautious. The Order feared me. They feared knowledge. They feared the truth of what Battle Meditation could do when guided by a will too strong."
Obi-Wan stiffened. "He's speaking of the Purges. The archival erasures…"
Kaelen stepped closer. "Master Revan… why am I seeing this? What does the Force want from me?"
For a moment, Revan's expression softened, heavy with the burden of someone who had asked the same question a thousand times.
"When I fell to the Dark Side, I did not do so out of lust for power… but out of certainty. Certainty that only I could save the galaxy. That belief destroyed worlds."
His eyes—brown, pained, human—locked onto Kaelen.
"And Battle Meditation amplified that certainty until I could no longer hear anything else."
A cold shiver ran through Kaelen's spine.
Revan took a step forward, his holographic form passing over the pedestal.
"If you have inherited my ability—even in part—then you must learn what I could not. Balance. Doubt. Humility."
Obi-Wan nodded slowly. "Wise advice, even across centuries."
Revan turned to him.
"Jedi Master… guide him. But you cannot teach him what he needs to know next."
Obi-Wan's brows knit. "And what is that?"
Revan lifted his hand. A new projection unfolded—a faint map, incomplete, flickering.
A star system Kaelen did not recognize. Outer Rim.Sparse. Remote.Surrounded by an energy field that distorted the image.
"There exists another holocron. One created by Bastila Shan—my wife."
Kaelen's breath caught.
"Her Battle Meditation surpassed mine in purity and discipline. She left behind teachings not for generals… but for those meant to protect the galaxy without bending it to their will."
The map zoomed in—three stars, orbiting a drifting asteroid field.
Obi-Wan frowned. "This region… it's barely charted. Republic patrols avoid it due to magnetic storms."
Revan nodded gravely.
"The storms are not natural. They were placed there to hide the holocron. And for good reason."
Kaelen stepped closer, his chest tight.
"What reason?"
Revan's face darkened—shadows rippling through the projection.
"Because she hid it inside a vault left from a war older than mine. Older than the Order. A war of machines and gods."
Obi-Wan's eyes widened. "Older than the Order… are you speaking of—"
The holocron suddenly crackled with static. Revan's image flickered, destabilizing.
"Time is… thin. I cannot hold the connection. The past presses against you, descendant. Beware—"
The chamber trembled violently.Dust rained down.Lights flickered.
Obi-Wan grabbed Kaelen's shoulder. "The holocron is destabilizing! Step back!"
But Kaelen couldn't move.
Revan's eyes locked with his one last time.
"Follow the map. Find Bastila's holocron. Learn her path… or the galaxy will repeat mine."
The projection shattered into blinding light.
Kaelen staggered back. The pedestal cracked.
The walls trembled.
Something deep beneath the Enclave roared, ancient and metallic, like a machine awakening after a thousand years.
Obi-Wan ignited his lightsaber. "Kaelen, move!"
The floor split.Stone collapsed.A massive pressure wave surged upward as if something beneath the planet was stretching, waking, remembering.
Kaelen reached out to the crumbling pedestal—but it fell into darkness.
Revan's holocron vanished into the abyss.
A final echo of his voice lingered in the air—
"Hurry…"
The chamber floor buckled.Obi-Wan grabbed Kaelen's arm, pulling him toward the exit—
—but the ground exploded upward beneath them, and a massive shape rose from the depths, its eyes burning like molten stars.
Kaelen froze.
Obi-Wan whispered:
"…Force preserve us."