Prologue: Excommunication

Revan gradually marched toward his ship, doing his best to cover his body with his robes in a futile attempt to remain anonymous, even though the entire Jedi Enclave was watching him leave. He looked around, the mask he wore over his face covering his shame and scars, and realized what he had to do. He pulled the hood of his robes over his head and silently vowed to have his revenge upon the Jedi Order for his excommunication. He slowly stepped up the ramp to his ship, thinking only of his next step. He knew that if he were to be able to have his revenge, he needed an army… that meant he needed to head to his ancestral home: Mandalore.

Chapter One: Mandalore in Battle

Ten years passed since the Jedi had abandoned Revan, and in those ten years he fought and killed his way to the top of Mandalorian society. He had used his overwhelming Force powers, along with lessons he learned from several mentors and teachers, to become a master in melee combat. He began to adorn himself in armor as soon as he could; stripping parts from his most honorable kills, and eventually acquired his own Mandalorian Crusader armor. He began to modify his armor early on, keeping just enough to provide more than ample protection while not limiting his Force powers.

He quickly grew to appreciate the Mandametal that his, and every other Mandalorian's armor was comprised of for its durability, resistance to the Force and how it seemingly absorbed damage like a sponge. These attributes soon proved crucial when Revan found himself fighting a Dark Jedi whose goal was to make sure that the Mandalorians never achieved galactic power. At the end of the duel, the Dark Jedi was maimed, having had both of his arms lopped off by Revan, before being executed with a single shot from a Mandalorian Heavy Pistol. His lightsaber was the second one in the collection that Revan soon would become famous for.

It wasn't long before Revan was well renown amongst the Mandalorian clans, and when he called for the clans to unite against the ultimate enemies, the Republic and the Jedi Order, they came in hordes.

At the beginning of the war, he sent out raiding parties into the galaxy, gathering intelligence on his enemies while building up his forces and preparing for the oncoming onslaught. Finally, on the tenth anniversary of his excommunication from the Jedi Order, he launched a surprise attack upon the galaxy. It didn't take long for entire systems to fall. He routinely ordered executions of Republic soldiers, politicians, and anyone whom he deemed to be a potential hindrance to his conquest. Races were subjugated, planets enslaved, and conscripts drawn up to fight as foot soldiers for the crusaders, whom themselves were the hammer of the onslaught.

With every conquest, he ordered conscription quotas and punished those planets that disobeyed, often putting major cities to the sword, setting an example for all peoples of the galaxy. Before long, planets and entire systems began to surrender without a fight.

All the while, Revan longed for the Jedi to join the war; he craved the opportunity to lay waste to the fools. Eventually, his wish came to fruition, in part, and a group of "renegade" Jedi knights and padawans joined the Republic in an attempt to stop the bloodshed. Revan met the Jedi personally wherever he could, and eventually found himself against an old friend, and leader of the renegades, Malak.

The battle was to be fought in a remote Jedi enclave on the planet Cheron, amidst a Mandalorian invasion of its capital city, Salome.

Revan and twenty men of his personal guard, the best swordfighters in Mandalorian society, stormed the enclave, only to be immediately met by the Jedi. Revan relished in the combat. As he led the charge into the building he drew his blue lightsaber and engaged in personal combat with four Jedi at once.

He skillfully blocked and evaded every one of their attacks and felt little to no effect when they attempted to use the Force on him, the Jedi not knowing the secret to Mandametal. It wasn't long before the four Jedi were dead at his feet, their lightsabers clipped to Revan's belt.

He advanced through the enclave, killing any who stood in his way, adding their blades to his collection, before finally coming to the council chambers. He could sense a single powerful Jedi in the room before him and ordered his guards to wait for him outside of the chambers.

Revan sighed, calmed himself and used a powerful Force push to shatter the large wooden doors of the council chambers. Advancing through the dust and debris, he readied himself, knowing that his childhood friend was skillful with a lightsaber and had won many duels in his time.

"So, Revan," Said a thundering voice from ten feet in front of the Mandalorian, "It seems we meet again… I must be honest I was shocked when the scouts told me it was you, I can't tell the council as they demand that I tell them nothing, even if I did they wouldn't believe me… We all thought you to be dead."

Revan grunted, sending a wave of Force energy to all sides, clearing the dust and debris, allowing him to clearly see his old friend. He had to look up at the massive Jedi, silently wondering when he became so tall. Malak still had the same bald head and pale skin that Revan remembered, but he was hulking and nearly seven feet tall.

"The last time I saw you, you were being kicked out of the enclave at Dantooine… after you killed one of the masters in a rage, that is." Malak sighed, not wanting to admit that he didn't wish to kill his old friend. "I beg of you… please, give up now so that this senseless bloodshed may end…"

Revan listened to Malak's raspy, rumbling voice, and shook his head, responding with a voice dripping with contempt. "I will not surrender to you or anyone else… I won't quit until your precious order is but a fading memory and your council is dead at my feet!"

Meanwhile Malak, for the first time, took notice of his friend's armor. His helmet was modeled after the mask he was often seen wearing during his excommunication, his armor a dull black with faded cobalt trim. His chest plate was battle scarred, his shoulder plates had heraldry embossed upon them, his forearms had several mechanisms built into the armor, his gauntlets had spike like studs on the knuckles and the backs of the hands, the armor not covering his underside of his hands allowing for him to deal out punishing Force attacks, his lower half was just as heavily armored, while the thing that stuck out to him the most was his belt. Upon his belt hung two Mandalorian Heavy Pistols in their holsters, but the thing that shocked him the most was the multiple lightsabers hanging all around his waist.

"You've killed too many of our… of my brethren today… I'm sorry, my old friend, but since you won't surrender and you are determined to destroy the order… I must destroy you." Malak drew his lightsaber, the yellow blade shimmering some.

"I guess I'll just add your blade to my collection then!" Revan charged directly at Malak, swinging his blade downward in a diagonal motion from over the top of his head.

Malak blocked the blow and quickly counter attacked, slicing from the left, then the right, and then the top. No matter where he should try and strike he was stopped in his tracks.

Revan waited, allowing Malak to press the attack, backing away from the far wall of the council chambers as he did so. Then, as Malak raised his blade over his head, Revan used the Force to lob his foe across the room. Malak hit the far wall with a loud crash, feeling several of his ribs break, and was momentarily stunned. Using this time to his advantage, Revan sprinted at Malak, throwing his lightsaber with his left hand while drawing one of his pistols with his right.

Malak saw the lightsaber and deflected it with his own, expecting to have some breathing time, but receiving instead, a blast to the chest.

Revan caught his lightsaber, holstering his pistol and switching his blade to his right hand as he stopped in front of Malak.

The Jedi was in the utmost pain, dropping his blade and falling to his knees, his hands gripping his chest.

"Good-bye, old friend… But feel joy, for your Jedi brethren will join you in death soon enough." Revan raised his blade and brought it down upon the unarmed Jedi, cutting through the right side of his collar bone to his left hip, rending him lifeless.

As Malak's corpse hit the ground Revan used the Force to pick up his old friend's lightsaber, while putting his away, before adding it to his collection and walking out of the room.

The invasion of Cheron went flawlessly, the Mandalorians lost few men and gained legions for the conscript army. The surviving Republic soldiers were, for once, allowed to live. Revan ordered the commanding officer to take the corpses of the fallen Jedi, twenty-seven through the entire battle, back to the closest enclave or temple. Malak and his followers were taken to Dantooine, their lightsabers taken trophy by the Mandalorians who killed them, eleven of them now belonged to Revan, or as he was now known, Mandalore the Heretic.