Once he was free, Rex got to his feet and nodded to somewhere in the distance. Elliot sighed and got his feet, ready to follow. From there, they walked a couple of miles, navigating the harsh planet and avoiding its dangers. Rex said he was taking them to what was once a Sith Academy, a place he once lived. When they saw it in the distance, it towered over the landscape like a dark monument, casting a long long shadow.
The inside was desolate and lonely, with not a soul present to be found. Navigating the old academy's halls instilled in the group a deep sense of melancholy. Neither Elliot or the crews wished to speak in these halls, feeling as if something would break if they did.
Rex led the group to the center of the academy where the Force-sensitive amongst the group would feel an overbearing dark presence. The wound was evidently strongest here. It felt like a weight on everybody's shoulders that reached its peak once they entered the center lair, finding a man standing at its middle.
Darth Revan turned around to face the group.
"This is a surprise," he said.
"I imagine you did not think yourself strong enough to face me alone."
Rex took a few steps toward Revan and stopped. He turned on his lightsaber, having gotten it back during the walk.
"This was not my choice, but it matters little to me if I can take my revenge."
Revan shook his head.
"Those Sith were weak, as are you. They were not worthy if were felled."
"Neither will you once you are defeated." Rex looked back at the group.
"You said you would help, so now is your chance!"
Revan did not move.