Curious now, are you? Ok then... I'll tell you something of my past. But only some, for most of it is rather boring.
I do not remember much of my years as a newborn seedling. I remember the great forests of Zelos II, the clear skies and the four moons. And I remember the feeling of how my parents were. The comfort of the sun and wind on my skin.
I think I was five (Zelosian) years and thirty-seven days when a team of Jedi intent on visiting the capital of Kryndyn passed through my home village. That is just a little under three and a half standard galactic year, if you're curious. I think they had crash-landed out in the wilderness for some reason or other. It does not matter why they passed through, merely that they did. One of them, not sure if he was the leader, somehow sensed my potential for wielding the force and convinced my parents to let me go, to let me be trained. I of course, had no idea what all that was about. All I knew was that one day I prowled through the forest, not a care in the world, then suddenly I found myself in the company of strangers, traveling far away on a starship.
I don't know how long the trip took, but it felt like it was an eternity. I missed my family the entire journey. The Jedi tried to comfort me, to explain how special I was, but that did not really help all that much with my grief. At journey's end, I found myself on a different planet, one the masters said was called “Kamparas”. There I would be trained in the Jedi arts.
Getting off the starship was a great relief for me, for I was not a plant designed to live on a ship, that was for sure. The forests surrounding the Kamparas Jedi Training Center were not the forests of my birth, but they were forests. Combined with the kind patience of the masters, they helped me overcome the loss of my family. In time, I as I grew older and taller, I grew to think of it as my new home.
Unlike the Coruscant temple, but like the Praxeum on H'ratth, the Training Center on Kamparas is specialized in its purpose. I quickly learned that this was basically a center for the acquisition and storage of information. My master, like the rest of the masters at that academy, was a Lore Keeper. For the first several years, beyond the obvious force exercises and basic lightsaber training, I was set to learning a number of the more common languages of the galaxy. Even as I studied that, my master also set me to learning as much as I could of galactic history, specifically that surrounding the Jedi order.
His lessons were neither simple nor quick. Like any child, I often grew impatient, I needed to do things, not just think or read. I explored much of the forest surrounding the Training Center, with the approval of my master of course, but I always returned for further lessons. The one thing that made me particularly like him, is that he never complained, not once, when I answered his statements with “Why?”. In fact, he simply seemed to enjoy it more. That was probably the lore keeper in him. I can recall more than one occasion of entire days where he answered that question hundreds of times, every time with a new answer as more knowledge was received.
With time, my mind was slowly trained into a true tool. I learned all that they could teach me and more. I grew to adulthood, then later got to the point where my master proclaimed me ready for the trials. Because of his patience in training me, it soon became apparent that I had been ready months earlier, so I did not have much trouble passing them. I was sixteen standard years at the time.
Once knighted, I divided my time between studying more history on Kamparas and going on missions in the field, gathering information to put into the systems of Kamparas. As newly trained and unused to combat as I was, these missions were never to planets of any great risk. On these missions I would team up with other Jedi, sometimes from Kamparas, other times from other enclaves. My studies, which had till then focused mainly on the history of the order and of the republic, branched out a bit at this time. Though it was supposed to be restricted, I delved into some of the information about the Great Sith War, in order to understand it better and what dangers it entailed. This period of peace lasted about a year.
Once that year had passed, the masters suggested that I take on an apprentice. I was a bit reluctant at first, but knew that the suggestion was nothing more than a thinly obscured order. A bit miffed at being ordered like that, I nonetheless bowed to their wishes. The order made sense after all. That is how I met Kalia. She was a sweet little girl, sent over to Kamparas from the H'ratth Praxeum. She was eight at the time.
Apparently she was a bit of an impatient and flighty girl, far too impatient for the healers of H'ratth. They thought that I, who had once been just as impatient and who was closer to her age, might teach her the patience they had not managed to teach her. I found out a few months later, while browsing the deeper records, that some of the masters had placed bets on how long I could put up with her before giving up. Not one bet was above two years. It was not a hard decision, no matter how flighty she was, to decide to prove them all wrong. Considering that she is still my apprentice now, five years later, I can safely say that I managed that bit.
Based out of the chief information gathering and storage facility of the order, it did not take me long to become aware of the war when it touched the outer rim territories. It was not exactly a secret. Few thought it all that important, for though they were technically in the republic, those worlds were all far from the core. It was simply an academic study for most, myself included.
Apprenticed as I had been to Jedi Master Reithar Thenell, one of three chief historians at this time, I had access to more information than most. Despite my inclinations towards more active roles, he still had hopes of making a historian of me. I used that access to study what I could about the war, though the devastation did not truly sink into my awareness. There were records of known dead, but to me those were simply numbers on a screen.
When the war did not stop in the outer rim, but started moving steadily inwards, the republic joined in formally. There were naturally some initial victories, but as the Jedi order would not join, the republic's effort was blunted. With each day that passed, reports indicated that the republic was loosing ground on virtually all fronts. The mandalorians were quite simply better warriors. It was around this time that I found a way to access council reports. I probably shouldn't have had access to them, but they were very enlightening.
While the outward image portrayed to the order and to the republic was unrelenting, the council did not like how the war was progressing. Several of the order's projects had to be put on halt because of the war. Not one of them thought the Jedi should join the war yet, though. It was from these reports I first learned of Revan. I had heard his name mentioned in previous reports, particularly those from non-Jedi sources, but not much detail. Apparently he was leading a minor Jedi effort to aid the war, but without support of the order, he was more of a lone crusader than any true help. I could see why the council was subtly suppressing his word from spreading through the order, and I could understand it. War was not the place for Jedi. History had shown us that repeatedly. Only against the Sith should Jedi fight.
Eventually, the war progressed even further, eventually culminating in the bombing of Jebble and the Siege of Taris. While these battles weren't all that important by themselves, they marked the point when the council ordered all Jedi who had helped in the war so far to return. Most did, but the core of them, centered around Revan, did not. I tried to puzzle his mind out to figure out why, but I could not. He was too foreign to me.
Soon afterwards came the reports from the Jedi masters that had tracked Revan to Cathar. These explained the mysterious vision they had all seen of the xenocide committed by the Mandalorians upon the Cathar people. I could see how opinions within the council changed now, how they let themselves be convinced to let some Jedi join a 'mercy core', led by Revan. Dozens of Jedi flocked to his banner, but still no masters joined the war. I saw the internal debate from the council reports, their concern for the well-being of the Jedi exposed to the war. They were afraid that some might fall to the dark side if left unguided. But they could not commit themselves to it, for they felt that too to be too risky. It was a conundrum.
Privy as I had become to the full breadth of information, I managed to attain an outsider's perspective and could see where it would lead. The council would try to infiltrate the Revanchist movement, send Jedi loyal to the council into the movement ordered to report back regularly. A short while later, that turned out to be true. They began, very carefully, to approach certain Jedi, most typically Investigators and Shadows, asking them to join the movement and report back. I never saw any names, for even in the council's own reports such were omitted. A wise decision, considering how little trouble I had had getting access to their own reports.
Throughout this time of study, I continued training my padawan. She proved to be an apt student, though she also had a tendency to ignore orders she did not entirely agree with. Purging that tendency from her would take time. I still do not know how they became aware of it, but it soon became clear that the council knew of my browsing their reports. I expected they would punish me in some fashion, but instead a representative of the council asked if I would be willing to join the Revanchist movement and report back to them. When I say 'asked' it was only as a formality. It was rather clear to me that it was meant as an order. Knowing what I knew, I realized I could quite possibly do good if assigned such a mission. Therefore, I agreed. Only afterwards, with my sworn word to do it given, did they instruct me that it would not be wise to bring my Kelia along. I fully understood why, even if I disliked giving up her training. She had, over the past several years, grown on me.
After she was temporarily assigned to another master at Kamparas in lieu of permanent reassignment, I went into special training at a secret location nearby. The lessons did not last long each, but they were instructive. A small comlink was implanted below my right ear. It felt wrong to have it there, but I knew it to be necessary. Most of my time was spent studying the dossiers of every Jedi to join the Revanchist movement so far, as well as a number of others likely to join the movement soon if not discouraged in time.
Two and a half week later, they pronounced me ready and sent me out to join the Revanchist movement. I had been ride on a small supply ship, which would drop me off near the front lines, then return. While I could pilot such a vessel, it was still a relief not to have to do it. All I brought with me was a small pack of extra clothes, what I had on my person and a medium-small hoverdroid, equipped with long-range relay transmitter and multiple memory cores. Or so I thought.
It was the day after I got dropped off that it turned out that there had been two passengers on the supply ship, not one. It seemed that my former padawan, Kelia, had stowed away on board. As the supply ship had turned back immediately after loading us and the supplies off, I had no means of sending her back. All I could do was inform the council of her presence and that I would do all I could to keep her safe.
Eventually, once the republic officers and the local revanchist leader had debated a bit, we were both assigned to IRSOG-37 and sent on our way to join that team. Neither of us had any idea exactly what was in store for us.