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Alright so this fic was partly inspired by anakin's slaughter and partly from the 501st mission Knightfall from Battlefront 2. I hope you enjoy this.

Slaughter of the Jedi Temple

Darth Revan, Dark Lord Of the Sith, stood in front of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. It took a whole year to beat back the Republic Fleet. But victory for the mighty Sith Empire was inevitable. The Empire had the ultimate defense and offense, his apprentice and lover Bastila Shan and her Battle Meditation.

Revan found it amusing how easily the Dark Side flowed through them both. Of course, Revan had prepared Bastila long before Malak, his old apprentice, got his slimy hands on her. Through out their journey to find the Star Forge, he had carefully planted seeds of doubt about the Jedi and their teachings. Even without Malak's unwanted aid, Bastila would have fallen to the Dark Side just as Revan planned it.

You see, Revan was against the Jedi Order long before he actually remembered who he really was… is. He had planned to turn against the Jedi and take the Star Forge for himself once he killed Malak. He would then have Bastila by his side and together they would role the galaxy.

Revan smiled underneath his mask has he remembered how brilliantly his plans turned out. Bastila now stood next to him not as his apprentice, but as the Dark Lady of the Sith. The two loved each other to the point where they could feel the others love through the bond they share.

Bastila stood next to her love, not her master. She loved Revan ever since they were academy students on Dantooine. Back then she was brainwashed into thinking that love wasn't allowed. Looking back on their journey for the Star Forge she sees now how masterfully Revan made her realize how much she loved him. He really is the master planer. And yet, Revan didn't manipulate her into it. He just got her to realize and acknowledge her own feelings that were buried by the Jedi teachings.

When Malak turned her to the Dark Side, she thought she could seduce Revan back to the Dark Side and reclaim the mantle of the Dark Lord where he rightfully belongs. Perhaps he had already planned that and if not for Malak then perhaps Revan would have turned her. But things happen, plans are changed and we all just have to deal with it.

"Let's end this," Revan said as he marched forward, lightsaber in hand but not activated. Bastila followed him, her double bladed lightsaber in hand, also not activated.

They marched forward, their black robes bellowing behind them. Thousands of Sith Troopers marched behind the two Sith Lords. Did the troops have any seconds thoughts about what was about to happen? Maybe, but no one said anything. Not on the ride down to the surface, not when the order had been given, and not when they marched on the Jedi Temple… not a word. No sound was heard save for the boot falls clacking against the floor.

The front gate was, not surprisingly locked. Revan and Bastila outstretched their hands, allowing the force to flow through them, ripped off the gate and tossed it aside. As they continued the march the hum of two lightsabers joined the sound of the marching.

"Spread out, kill any Jedi you see. But the Council Members are ours!" Revan shouted.

At his orders the troops spread through out all of the levels of the temple. Revan and Bastila headed towards the highest level in the tallest spire. That is where the cowards of the Jedi Council hid themselves and that is where they will die.

Through out the halls of the Jedi Temple one could hear blaster shots and the hum of lightsabers. If one was lucky enough, you could hear the sounds of lightsabers clashing against lightsabers, but those were rare and ended very quickly. The smell of burnt flesh filled the halls as Jedi and Troops fell dead.

The Jedi held their own against the troops. Their lightsabers blocking blaster bolts, sending them into the walls and ceiling, some sent right back at the Sith Troopers. The Jedi didn't last long as wave after wave of Sith Troopers came at them. The troops surrounded the Jedi and shot them down one by one. Holes the size of baseballs covering the Jedi's bodies from the blaster bolts.

Walls crumbled as blaster bolts impacted and grenades went off. The halls were filled with different colors as lightsabers swung and blots were sent flying. The strangest thing was that no screams were heard as Jedi and Troops alike fell. No one said a word as they fought, hearing only their heavy breaths and the sounds of battle.

Revan and Bastila came across a group of younglings. Did the two Lords feel any sorrow, any remorse as they killed helpless Jedi? Not really, they did vow to destroy all of the Jedi, old and young. To them all Jedi are the same, so killing them didn't bother the Sith Lords. No Jedi were spared from the slaughter, no Jedi were given the chance to join the ranks of the Sith.

As of now there will be a new order of the Sith. But in order for a new order to form, one must be rid of the old one. And that is what they did and are doing now. They already killed any Dark Jedi that had already fallen to darkness. Now they are killing off the Jedi, so that there are no other force users. However, if there are any force sensitive babies they will be trained in the teachings of the New Sith Order. But that will be in the future, right now they have an Empire to create.

Revan brought his saber through the neck of yet another stupid Jedi. Another Jedi came up behind him and Revan's second lightsaber was out and in the chest of said Jedi. Retrieving his saber from the lifeless body blocked another strike. Revan dropped and swept his feet under the Jedi and plunged his saber into the Jedi's chest. Revan turned around and saw Bastila finishing off another foolish Jedi.

Bastila found all of this too easy. None of the Jedi could match her skills. Blocking several strikes she jumped over the Jedi and stabbed him through the heart. Bringing her lightsaber out, she blocked a strike from her left. She outstretched her hand and lightning leapt out of her slender fingers. The Jedi actually thought she could block it with her saber. What the Jedi didn't expect that her saber overloading and blew in her hands. The lightning hit her full on and fried her within seconds.

Bastila turned towards Revan only to find him watching her. He nodded once, his expression hidden behind his mask, and they continued onwards. They entered the turbo-lift and waited for it to reach the council chambers. The only thing heard was the hum of the lightsaber and turbo-lift as it ascended. Their breaths were steadier, as if the two had done nothing.

This wasn't even a challenge for them. They haven't even used a fraction of the power they wield. Why? Because it wasn't needed to kill the weak Jedi.

"Soon it will all be over my love," Bastila said.

"Yes, and when it is nothing will stop us." Revan held his hand up to his mask and pressed his fingers against the comlink that was attached. "What is it?"

"My Lord, we are in route to the Jedi Archives. What do you want us to do once we get there?" the voice of a soldier said.

"Make sure that the archives are intact. Make sure the Jedi do not destroy it," Revan responded.

"Yes my Lord."

Bastila slipped her hand into Revan's and intertwined their fingers. A small smile played across her lips and she could tell Revan was smiling under his mask. Revan removed his mask, leaned down and captured her lips in a quick but sweat kiss. He pulled away all too soon for her.

He replaced his mask and pulled her close to him. Once the doors opened, the two Sith Lords stepped through.