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**Awaken

Awaken
As you know Revan and Malak went to war against the Mandalorians, and you followed under Revans banner. I have heard tales of Malachor V and Revan's part in it. I know you served in that final battle. It must have been a terrible thing. I realize that you have traveled alone ever since the Mandalorian Wars.

But that time of self-reflection is over. Much has happened in the Galaxy in your absence and since the defeat of the Mandalorians at Malachor V. It is not an easy thing to cut one off from the Force. War leaves many scars but rarely does it blind one to the Force.

If anything conflict and challenge may make the connection stronger, more intense.No matter what horrors you experienced in the war, no matter who you served, it is unlikely that the force would have been lost to you. Unless another factor was involved. It is much like losing one's ability to listen, or being put into deep sleep. Such a thing has been done before: when Jedi have pronounced sentence on their own and exiled them as they did you. What affects you affects me. There can be no division in our actions or everything is lost. Our link may have had other consequences. Perhaps you can hear the Force again distantly through me. If so, then there is hope. 

 I offer to train you to become strong again: to know the ways of the Force and to hear the Force sing within you as it once did I fear there may be no other choice. The threat we face is grave. If you cannot defend yourself then we have already lost. You are the battleground. And if you fall, the death of the republic will be such a quiet thing.
A whisper that shall herald the darkness to come. I am but a mirror whose only purpose is to show you what your own eyes cannot yet see.**

**This place is your last test. It is the graveyard of the past where you lost everything. It is the dark place in your mind that still echoes of failure. Now we shall see if you can overcome the weight of Malachor and silence the echoes that beat from its heart. It is all that is left unsaid upon which tragedies are built. More echoes travelling through the Force. 

What do you wish to hear? That I once believed in the code of the Jedi? That I felt the call of the Sith? That perhaps once, I held the galaxy by its throat? That for every good work I did, I brought equal harm upon the galaxy? That perhaps what the greatest of the Sith Lords knew of evil they learned from me?  Know that there was once a Darth Traya. The Galaxy needs its betrayers, especially in the times to come

Perhaps you were expecting some surprise. For me to reveal a secret that had eluded you. Something that would change your perspective of events, shatter you to your core. There is no great revelation. No great secret. There is only you.**

**In time's past and in time's future, there are Jedi who will stop listening to the force. Those who will try to forget it, but maintain unconscious ties. And those, as in the past just as I, who have had the Force stripped from them. But no Jedi ever made the choice you did.

To sever ties so completely, so utterly, that it leaves a Wound in the force. It is said that the Force has a "will", that is has a destiny for us all, and that is abhorrent to me. Because I hate the Force. I hate that is seems to have a will. That it would control us to achieve some measure of "balance", when countless lives are lost. But in you, I see the potential to see the Force die. To turn away from its will, and that is what pleases me. You are beautiful to me, exile. A dead spot in the Force; an emptiness in which its will might be denied. There is no truth in the Force, but there is truth in you, exile. And that is why I chose you.

The apprentice must kill the master. If you do not, I will kill you. If I do not, then all you have achieved will be as nothing. As empty and as violent as Malachor itself**