Chapter One: Five Years and Still Fighting
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Revan was extremely tired. It was the third day since he was stranded on this God forsaken planet. It had nothing but Canyons and rocks everywhere. It reminded him a little bit of Korriban. Except, somehow, the weather on this planet was strange. It had snowed one day, reached up to 120 degrees the next, then it started to rain like crazy since 3 AM. He was getting tired of this.
He was hoping to quietly come to the planet and do some recon. The ship he stole 3 years ago after his got shot down was cloaked and parked in a Valley a few miles back. The Fury featured an advanced hyper-drive and state-of-the-art-sub-light engines, the Fury seemed like an most versatile starship. Though it initially seemed to have been designed for high-priority military missions, it seemed the Fury has become a favorite among the True Sith Lords and seemed to have been engineered accordingly. This one that he took was smaller then the regular Fury class ships, consisting of a room and a cockpit. He thought it was pretty impressive. He was also interested to find a prototype of an advanced EMP cannon that had the ability to knock out all kinds of ships ranging from an unmanned fighter to a huge battle-class ships. Various other prototypes were equipped into the ship and he had gone over most of the instructions and schematics but had trouble controlling some of them.
He sighed, rubbing the back of his head. The snow storm hit about two hours after he had landed. He had gotten lost despite trying to use the Force to guide him. He had to keep to a minimum, fearing the risk of attracting the attention of some of the True Sith that lurked almost everywhere in the system of planets he had been exploring, visiting, and fighting on for five years.
He sat back in the small cave he was in, not bothering with a fire. He closed his eyes and allowed his mind to wander and meditate. His thoughts eventually came to his little circle of friends.
Mission Vao, the skilled blue Twi'lek who, despite what she says, was still a child when she joined him in the fight against Malak. She had honed her skills in Lock-Picking, Stealth, Computers, and light weaponry. She had one brother, Griff, who could be labeled as dead weight. A slacker, liar, thief, coward, and plain old useless. But he was still a caring brother. He had united them and was a bit amused as they bickered. They eventually lost track of Griff, probably running from the Exchange because his little Tarisian Ale gig didn't work. She was understanding and always optimistic, and never changed her view on him after finding out that her good friend, "Raith" was actually Darth Revan. He smiled at how she kept saying that even if he is Darth Revan, her and Big Z would stick with him until the end.
Next came Mission's best friend and protector, Zaalbar, a rather quiet and independent Wookie. He was an expert at grenades and was very tough and powerful. He was pretty mean with a Double Viro-Blade and could power through people with no problem. He did have his own custom made Crossbow but preferred a more close range weapon. He had some trouble back at home, on his home world of Kashyyyk. He helped the Wookies get their rightful leader back and drive out the slavers. In return he had gotten the powerful sword of Becca. Zaalbar had thanked him, and said that he will continue to travel with him, having said that he swore a Life Debt to him. When he found out he was Darth Revan he merely shrugged it off and said that it did not matter to him whether he is called "Raith" or Revan, that he swore a Life Debt and loyalty to the person who saved his life and the life of his people.
Next came Canderous Ordo, the Mandalorian mercenary that was working under Davik King. He was a rough and kind of dark person, always itching for a fight whether it was with a Jedi Master or Sith Lord, Republic or Sith. He eventually toned down as their journey progressed. The good deeds and Light Side energy probably rubbed off on him. Revan always enjoyed all the War stories he had. He was most interested in the story of a "ship" that appeared when he destroyed an frozen asteroid with an thermal detonator. Canderous was…ecstatic when he found out that the Light Side lackey he was following was really Darth Revan. He was glad to follow the Jedi who practically won the war for the Republic. Though Revan wasn't thrilled that Canderous was following him for the wrong reasons, he wasn't really disappointed either, he was glad to have the strong Mandalorian with him.
The special utility droid T3-M4, a highly skilled droid that has a pretty good sense in bypassing Locks, slicing Computers, Repairing ships and droids, and has a good sense for combat. It is smarter then most droids and is more resourceful then most droids. It has never had a memory wipe and has its own personality. It is a trusty little guy that will stay loyal for a long time. He chuckled at how much he worth, about 2,000 credits.
He remembered the assassin droid that was also worth a pretty penny. HK-47, a droid that could translate almost every language in the galaxy. He was hefty with a blaster and had a very interesting personality and philosophy. His memory core and behavior core, and basically every other system he had was sealed off until his true master allowed it, that being Darth Revan. Was it the Force? Or was it coincidence? He didn't know. He vaguely remembered Mission and Canderous talking about it. Canderous said he wouldn't bat an eyelash if Malak dropped out of the sky. After returning to its rightful owner, HK-47 awakened its Assassination programs and had fully awakened as a killing mission. It was handy with slicing, lock picking, and fixing as well. He was a very troublesome droid that just couldn't see the light. He vaguely remembered how he described love. Something with an Aratech Sniper Rifle to a person's leg?
Moving on, his thoughts traveled to a certain "Gray" Jedi. Jolee Bindo, a cranky and cynical old man who loved to criticize young people. He had found this old man at the bottom of the Wookie home world. He had been living in the Shadowlands of this treacherous planet. He had guided young Wookies, saved Wookies from slavers, fought off dangerous creatures, explored a large portion of the Shadowlands and gotten the title of a "Benevolent Forrest God" among the Wookies because of his tendency to come out of nowhere and save the young Wookies with his mysterious powers and green blade that could slay anything. He loved/hated to tell old stories, particularly about himself. He was a Jedi who rebelled against some teachings of the Jedi but ultimately followed the light. He was powerful in the ways of the Force but was a little weak in the Saber fighting category. He had the scar of fighting his wife who he trained in secret after she tried convincing him to join Exar Kun with her. He had seen a lot destinies and had much wisdom. He refuses to be called a Jedi and also refuses the invitation to join the Counsel. He is, overall, just a regular cynical old man who fights against the Sith, with a lightsaber and the Force.
Thinking about his other Jedi companions his thoughts traveled to the Cathar woman, Juhani. She was so strong in the Force, but was also very strong in anger and hatred. Her kind had hot blood, warriors blood. When he first met her she had fallen close to the Dark Side. She had struck her teacher in anger and ran. He had a difficult battle with her but in the end, prevailed. With much convincing and small talk, he got her to come back to the Light Side, to talk with the consul and ask for forgiveness. She decided to travel with him when he was given the mission to find the Star Maps and find out what this Star Forge was, and stop it. When confronted by the slaving evil man who killed her father and tried to buy her as a slave, she was given the hard choice of either killing him or sparing him to die on his own. With much guidance, he was able to convince her to stay true to the light and let go of her anger and hatred. He was glad she healed well and hoped that she was a great teacher of the light right now.
Revan laid his head back, closing his eyes tightly. He looked back out towards the rainy terrain. It has been…what? Three or four hours since he took cover in this rain? The True Sith must be having trouble in this weather as well. How lucky of him. He knew it was a matter of time before they found the cave. His hands drifted to his old Darth Revan cloak that he wrapped around himself. He blended in most of the time, wearing this eerie cloak. He kept his red-black mask on most of the time, hiding his true identity from his enemies. He put the mask over his face once again, drawing the black hood of his robe up over his head.
His hands drifted over various different lightsabers he managed to acquire. He had taken all the lightsabers of the fallen True Sith every time he slew one of them. He had, in return, collected many crystals and lightsabers. He had over twenty red color fixtures, and over fifty different saber crystals. He only took five lightsabers max at a time. He kept two single-handed lightsabers on his waist at all time. He carried two more in his robes and one double-bladed lightsaber across his lower back. He gripped the two lightsabers in his robe, gripping the cold steel of the lightsaber lightly. He pulled them both out, testing the familiar feeling of having duel blades in his hands.
The blade in his left had a particular shape to it. The black hilt of the whole lightsaber was engraved with vines of silver. The top of where the actual blade was supposed to come out was spiked up to make it look like horns. The blade color was a rare silver color, accompanied by a crystal that resonated a sonic pulse when he desired. The second crystal that modified the blade was a rare one, giving the blade a Cold strike. The sense of a chilly air emitted from the blade and froze his enemies when it clashed against something. This Cold strike happened at random despite how powerful the crystal was. He could not control it no matter how much he tried.
His second blade was a regular silver with black lines coming up from the bottom to the mid-section of the hilt. The actual blade was an familiar blue color, accompanied by two power crystals meant to boost the strength of the blade and to heighten his sense of the Force.
He got up and walked slowly towards the entrance of the cave. He took out two small spheres and threw one deep into the cave. He took the second and just tossed it up, letting it stick to the ceiling. He cringed a little as the cold rain made contact with his robes. He fixed his mask and jumped down, letting the Force guide him in the low visibility. He landed with a definite splash. He felt the presence of two Sith Acolytes approaching the cave. He ran towards a huge boulder, taking cover behind it.
He closed his eyes, letting his mind drift up and sense every living being around. He saw two Sith Acolytes, both dressed in Dark Jedi robes, the loose fitting clothes swaying up every time they jumped or descended. One of the Acolytes had their hood up while the other let it fall back, his bald white head cleanly shaved. He had a black line drawn from his eyes all the way down his cheek to his collar bones.
Revan watched as they both entered the cave, the hooded one moving further into the cave while the other stayed at the entrance. They both had a standard lightsaber in their hands, ready to be drawn when needed.
Revan closed his eyes and put away his engraved silver lightsaber, pulling out a detonator instead. He pushed the trigger and watched as the non-hooded Sith immediately sensed the danger but was a fraction of a second too late as the small thermal detonators exploded. If the explosions didn't kill them the cave-in sure did. Revan looked up and saw the flame and rocks dropping down from the cave. The canyon would usually echo but with the storm he doubted anyone heard or saw anything. But he was betting that a Sith Lord or Sith Master felt the disturbance.
Revan turned around and ran as fast as he could, running towards the direction of his Fighter. He needed to get off this planet, there was no inhabitants as far as he checked and sensed. If there was no one here that was living in fear or being abused by the Sith he didn't need to stay. He wasn't here to kill all the Sith, it would be meaningless.
First, he wouldn't be able to do anything against the thousands and thousands of Sith by himself. Second, the Sith are a belief, not a physical being, he couldn't wipe the Sith out if he wanted to. Third, every Sith that fell to his blades, another immediately seemed to be filling their place.
He understood after the few months that he was here, that he should just focus on saving who he could and training who he could to better defend themselves. He couldn't stay long enough in one place to train people to be Jedi. He did occasionally get one or two people to follow him, but they all ended up dead in a matter of weeks or months. He stopped taking company with them after the death of a young Twi'Lek child he had traveled with for six days. The child was brutally murdered when she had ran out of the ship to find him one day when he left her to sleep in the ship. He had went to a local town to buy supplies, she was asleep so he left her there. When she woke up and found him gone, she panicked and ran out after him.
The Sith who found her, felt the touch of the Force because she had been in contact with him. They tortured her at first for a long while, using various mind tricks and beating her with the Force. She was burnt in various areas, indicating that they slowly fried some of her skin with lightning. The gashes on her forehead indicated that they tortured her poor mind, making her dig her nails into her forehead, hoping to pry out the thoughts and pains being caused on her brain.
The horrifying mangled body of the blue-green Twi'Lek was enough to make him boil with rage. He sought out the Sith and killed them all, taking down their base as well. He made excuses, convincing himself it wasn't for revenge but for justice. No matter how much he tried, he knew it was for vengeance. He had trouble staying on the Light path a couple of times over the course of five years. After the fourth year, he came to a conclusion that he was neither Light or Dark, that he would fight for justice and for the innocent no matter what.
A chill went down his spine, and he doubted it was the rain. He sensed it…no. He saw it. The down stroke of the Sith Assassin. He side-stepped, easily avoiding the sudden blade of the lightsaber. The Assassin was strong and clever, more so then the ones he fought before. This one waited until she was a matter of inches from him before swinging her blade down towards him, activating the saber in mid-swing.
He never had a second thought about killing a woman opponent and still never did. He mustered up the Force, feeling it run through his body. He focused it into his hand and lifted her up, breaking through her Force shield easily. Ever since he came here, ever since he fought with the True Sith. He was stronger, faster, more connected with the Force. He lifted her up high into the air and let his lightsaber go. It flew out and activated a few feet from her.
He watched as the blade stabbed right through her chest and out again like a hot knife through butter. He dropped her immediately, not bothering to see her face or check if she was dead. He turned and continued to run back towards his ship, pointing one hand at the dead corpse, a bolt of lightning flashing out of his hand and hitting the body for good measure. The electrical burst that traveled through the wet ground didn't even phase him.
He knew he was close, he could feel the Fury. He didn't sense anyone nearby, which was a good sign. He closed his eyes and let the Force guide him. He reached out all around him, seeing nothing but gray and the occasional small red blimps indicating some insect or small animal. When he spotted a huge yellow lump he immediately sped towards it. He opened his eyes and saw nothing. At first glance everything seemed normal but with closer observation, he could see the rain drops hitting something before dropping to the ground.
He waved his hand quickly, feeling the familiar sensation of the Force leaving his fingertips. Suddenly the familiar black and gray fighter appeared in front of him. He ran forward, slipping himself under the ship. He waved a hand over a particular area and side stepped as a small latch opened up and lowered a small elevator. He got in and waved his hand again, the elevator moving up slowly.
The elevator ride barely took more then six seconds. He found himself in the familiar bedroom of his. Various lightsabers were hanging from the walls and some were packed into some of the steel shelf vaults in the back along with various blasters, clothes, armors, helmets, and other weapons. His bed was at one corner, a small Holonet computer to the side. There was a door to a shower and bathroom, another leading to the kitchen.
He moved forward, typing in an access code, the blast doors and regular doors opening, allowing him into the cockpit. A familiar mechanical voice spoke up cheerfully, "Welcome back Revan, how was your recon?" Revan sat down in the cockpit and began starting up various systems.
"It was good Al, I guess. There were no inhabitants so I didn't really get into any big fights, cloak on." he kept typing into the computer, booting up various programs and systems.
"Already done Revan, no life signs are being picked up on the sensors. There are four Sith Interceptors in orbit, slipping by them should not be a problem." Revan nodded and felt a tired smile creep up onto his lips.
"Auto-Pilot Al, drive smooth and make sure we don't get caught, agreed?" Revan frowned at the computer. He had gotten into this little comical gag where he and his AI, Artificial Intelligence, got into little arguments and conversations. At first he felt a little weird and suspicious of this AI, but gradually came to like the weird computer system. He even gave it a name, Al.
"Of course Revan, when have I ever been wrong?" Revan frowned at the computer again, "Uh, the Asteroid belt near Lacotus Prime?" he had started giving these Unknown Region planet names, labeling them on his Hyper-Drive map. He was a bit of an expert on Hyper-Drive mapping. He drew paths and set coordinates on the maps of his ship. He made sure to Voice-Lock the Navicomputer like he did for the Ebon Hawk.
"That was not my fault, my calculations were perfect. The Sith were moving the Asteroids to better suit a kind of Fortress for the planet." Revan sighed and walked back to his bedroom. He took off his robe and put it in the quick wash, dry, and freshen up system. He threw his mask onto his desk and collapsed onto the bed.
"Whatever Al, just be careful." the AI either didn't hear him or just chose not to answer him. Either way, he still thought that the AI was too human for its own good. He closed his eyes and let sleep slowly take him. He dreamed, dreamed of his friends on the Ebon Hawk, dreamed of the small peace he had with them after taking down the Star Forge.
He dreamed of her, her laughs, her smiles, her hugs, her warmth, her kisses, her touch, her lips, her hair, her eyes, everything about her. He remembered that wonderful night where they become one. One in the Force, in mind, in body, in heart and in soul.
A small smile appeared on his lips as he sighed happily, a small moan leaving his lips, whispering one name softly.
"Bastila…" he felt warm and safe. He dreamed of sleeping next to her again, the white crisp sheets smelling wonderfully like fresh air. How the strands of her hair, the taste of her lips, were like sweet honey-suckle. He whimpered a bit, missing the company of the woman he loved.