His mind was heavy with thought throughout the whole trek, the young Knight stunned to silence by the monumental weight of what had just been revealed to them. He almost didn't hear the hatch slamming shut or the wind that howled in protest, rain beginning to patter gently on their shuttle. After removing his tunic and sliding into the pilot's chair, he began to make preparations for take-off, the engines firing up right as Aria mentioned something about lore on Korriban. It wasn't until the shuttle lurched into the air and began ascending through the stratosphere that Revan was brought in as a factor. 
"The boogeyman of every single Jedi and Sith mystery." He commented sardonically, the Sith home planet now completely left behind. 
"You'll forgive me if I'm a little hesitant to believe that. We both know that Revan is almost ALWAYS brought into a discussion about something that can't be explained." The shuttle's engines let out a high pitched whine as they entered hyperspace, Yerbol now rising and joining his companion in the seating area. He plopped down on the singular row to the left and continued:
"But this does match up a lot better with what we know about Revan...or at least, what's been said of him. So much of his legacy is shrouded in hearsay and claims that have proven to be false time and time again." He sat back, the cold metal of the seat comforting him. They were entering known space to a stable entity. They would be fine. Things would get explained, the bad guys would get stopped and everything would go back to normal. 

Whatever normal meant. 

"Look, since we're throwing out possibilities that could potentially reshape the course of history, we might as well take it a step further. IF Revan somehow was turned to the philosophy of the True Sith, then that would mean he would have had a major influence on how the True Sith operated. After all, he was the one with the most up to date knowledge of the galaxy, had taken Darth Malak down and didn't seem to adhere to the Jedi Code as religiously as the Masters would have wanted him to. Maybe these True Sith we're dealing with are disciples of Revan's 'True Sith', not actual Sith. Maybe that Star map on Korriban, the relics on other planets...maybe that was Revan's way of guiding disciples to his cause. He was a charismatic leader from all reports, plus his reputation..." He trailed off, hand resting on his knee. 
"Ok, so maybe it's not as far fetched as I thought." He blew out a sigh, head resting against the inner hull of the ship. 
"I tell you what, if we somehow save the galaxy from a menacing external Order, I'm demanding you lose the title of acolyte." He gave her a playful smile as he shifted in his seat, shutting his eyes for a moment. 
"I think I'm going to just close my eyes for a min-" 

[i]almost complete
Overthrow them
Destroy
Kill
The
Force
Kill
Th-[/i]

His eyes snapped open, ears assailed with the wailing of the comm unit. With a bleary gaze, he moved to the pilots seat, slamming his hand down on the receiving button to find a stern Master Satele. 
"Master..." 
"How close are you to Tython?" Rubbing his eyes, he spotted the chronometer on the panel in front of him. 
"A couple of hours at most."
"When you arrive, go to your quarters and do not approach the chambers. We will contact you when we deem appropriate." 
"Master, is everything alright?" The communique ended, leaving a very befuddled Yerbol to sink into his chair. 
"Kill the Force..." As the words came out of his mouth, a sharp throbbing started at the front of his skull, piercing down his spine, seizing his legs. His teeth grit in agony, attempting to summon the will to stop the-

It was gone, leaving only a gnawing foreboding in the pit of his stomach. Something was going to happen. Something horrible. 
"Aria? You feel that, too?"