The former Revanite stood at a workbench, carefully reassembling her lightsaber.  Memories flooded her, of times long, long since past.<br/><br/>Dromund Kaas.<br/><br/>She sat inside the mouth of a cave, half-way up the face of a cliff, a fire burning behind her, lit by her lightsaber, the smoke rolling up through a hole in the cave's roof.  A nasty fall for the unwary, but a convenience for her.  A faint moan caught her attention.  The Jedi was finally stirring.  That the dart flowers hadn't killed him was remarkable.  The thorns that shot out from them were highly toxic and it would only take one to fell a swamp wampa.<br/><br/>He had six.<br/><br/>One thing she'd learned from the study of Revan's history.  Allies were important, especially strong ones.  And if you could sway them to see things your way, all the better.  One of his greatest strengths was his ability to lead, his incredible charisma that drew people to him like a corpse drew hungry manka cats.  Perhaps she could help this Jedi see the error of his ways.  "Welcome back to the land of the living."<br/><br/>How was she to know that, in the end, she would be the one that would change?  That the Revanite would be destroyed, and a gray Jedi would emerge in her place?<br/><br/>Shaking it off, she went back to the task at hand.  Her lightsaber needed cleaning and re-calibration.  "Where was I?" she mumbled, glancing over the array of parts on the table, "Ah, yes.  The crystal mount..."