This is during some deliberation by the council about the situation. I got Kira's permission. If you'd like to go back and RP the discussion, please feel free.
The soft footfalls in the quiet room seemed to betray the tenseness that strained the galaxy. Outside of the cool, polished walls, battle lines were once again being drawn. To Revan, to be within the Jedi Temple seemed to ameliorate any conditions from the outside realm. In fact, the light, whispering chatter of the apprentices and the stately perambulation of learned masters would have one think that no war existed anywhere.
In reality, that was not the case. The Temple was like a sponge tossed into the maelstroms of Manaan; it absorbed the waves, and stopped them, but eventually it would be drenched. The air surrounding Revan was laced with tenaciousness, and a subtle pressure, but no one would acknowledge it. After all, he was in the temple of the Jedi. There was no emotion.
But there were always thoughts springing from mind to mind. All knew that the High Council was close to sending out the Jedi to retake Onderon, which had fallen to the Mandalorian assaults just days before. Although it was so recent, the events seemed to pull at Revan's brain the longer resolution was postponed. The Jedi were already taking too long in responding.
The young man folded his arms across his chest and sighed heavily. The waning sun spread its warm rays across the cityscape through the thick windows of the hallway. The rays, glaring in Revan's silvery eyes, were feeding a silhouette on the far side of the hall. Looking down to the bench before the pane, Revan was pulled back into reality by the familiar figure sitting upon it.
Revan's greeting to his friend was just a glance of impatience, which they both felt. No words were needed, but Malak provided it anyway. “This is ludicrous. They can't talk forever, can they?” He mused, looking up at Revan. The clean-cut man, complete with shaven head, was one of Revan's closest friends – companions, as the Masters would chide him to correct. They both had a keen interesting in this problem.
“They'd probably be happier that way,” Revan responded half-seriously as he grimly gazed back onto the coming twilight. “I don't see what's to discuss,” he reinforced. In all honesty, there was nothing to discuss; the Council was not comprised of tacticians. The Republic had more-than-capable officers. It would be no problem to decide strategy.
Malak grunted. “But Revan, my friend, there is always something to discuss when it comes to the Force and the Jedi. And discuss, and discuss, and then we discuss the discussions,” he informed, the sarcasm light in his voice. Both knew the seriousness of the situation, but there were always moments for levity. And if war was their fate, all chances for a quick grin or a tight smirk might soon be ending.
“Of course,” Revan resigned and unfolded his arms, allowing them to drop at his sides. The Council had to be dismissed by now. They knew how many Jedi were awaiting the decision; in fact, they would probably bark about how impetuous they dared to be. It had to be so. “'Guard' this entrance,” he smiled to Malak.
His friend returned the grin and nodded. “Of course, 'Master',” he played along as he stood to his impressive full height, solidly in front of the many-fold doors to the inner council chambers.
Revan proceeded down the long hall. Most of the students were out of the area now, preparing for bed or late-night endurance sessions. The stillness of the air grew more and more oppressive, mocking Revan, since it alone knew the words of debate spoken behind the soundproof partitions.
For a few minutes, or perhaps hours longer, Revan sat himself down in a side corridor, a tributary to the North hall and its entrance to the inner chambers. The darkness outside could not be perceived by the windowless corridor, and the artificial lighting grew brighter to compensate of what was surely a dark night outside. It was part of theatrics for the Jedi, Revan knew; it was to symbolize that the Jedi were the light in the darkness. There was never darkness inside of the Temple halls, and, indeed, the lone pinnacle, with large scattered windows, rising above the buildings of Coruscant looked like a candle from the outside.
Suddenly, the stillness was interrupted. Revan instantly stood as he heard the near-imperceivable sound of the doors sliding open from the North entrance. Creeping down the side-hallway to the North hall, Revan stood in the open, watching the esteemed masters of the Order walk in front of him. They were aware of his presence, surely, but did not acknowledge him.
Grandmaster Vandar, Masters Kavar, Vash, Kai-ell, and several others passed before his eyes, heading to the turbolifts to their own personal chambers. All were silent and stony, though still observant as sentinels. Then Master Atris strode before him. Her ice-blue eyes, cold as her flowing white hair, skipped over to Revan for just a moment, and he saw his opening.
It was Revan's right to know about the deliberation. He was a member of the Order; one of the most promising. He knew it. Atris knew it. He had no hesitation in stepping before Atris' path – not too close – and offering a slight bow.
“What do we plan for Onderon? There are many Jedi waiting, right here, to assemble a strike team right now.” Revan asked, unable to help the slight tone of formality that crept into his voice. “When do we go?”
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