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"Talking"

'Thoughts'

'Telepathic'

Review Response:

Zer0the0mega108 (Chapter 1): Thank you, hope I continue to grab your attention with this story.

Naroku (Chapter 1): Thank you.

Ryuujin96 (Chapter 1): Hey, a Sith's gotta do what he does best lol. But thanks for the compliment, it'll be fun to see and write how a Revanite Sith goes down.

Guest (Chapter 1): Thank you and yes Darth Zannah will be part of the harem.

War Sage (Chapter 1): Thank you.

Guest (Chapter 1): I'm glad you are enjoy this fic... Though that does leave a lot of expectations on my part 0-0, hope I can deliver.

coduss (Chapter 1): Just to borrow from what we discussed about the Darth Bane timeline:

'Darth Bane was not alive during the Old Republic era, which was mentioned in the first paragraph after Revan's message of being two thousand years old.

The first chapter of the story itself takes place in 1,000 BBY, a thousand years before the Clone Wars and the Original Trilogy, where Darth Bane first creates the Rule of Two doctrine after killing the Brotherhood of Darkness. But we haven't quite reached that part of the story yet.'

GJAM (Chapter 1): This takes place during the Brotherhood of the Sith era, which is after the Sith Empire. I figured Zannah would be the first one lol.

Bluesnowman (Chapter 1): Thank you.

The Book of Eli (Chapter 1): Hope that good feeling continues ;).

Silver Crow (Chapter 1): True, but let's see how far Idoneus pushes that respect lol. Thank you kindly.

I did see the latest reviews you posted for Shadows of the Sun, I greatly appreciate it and I'll get to that story soon. I do love the Nightsister/Nightfather idea though I am curious on what purpose a Nightfather would serve…

I think you might've mentioned the story of a Sith OC was a good idea ;). And the idea of Revanite Sith kinda makes the idea even better considering back in KOTOR 1 what Darth Revan was capable of with his Empire. Though I also imagine with a Revanite Sith Order that most of the Dark side corruption would not be effective (for at least Idoneus lol, gotta look good for his ladies).

I imagine you're talking about Abeloth right? I wonder what she would think of him, or the Ones for that matter? Actually that gave me an idea for Legacy of the Throne…..

I believe I know only a few other female clans in Star Wars besides the Nightsisters, I think they go by the name Daughters of Allya/Witches of Dathomir, Singing Mountain Clan…. Actually I did some research and found these clans as well: Frenzied River Clan, Misty Falls Clan, Red Hills Clan, Dreaming River Clan, Great Canyon Clan, Raining Leaves Clan, Broken Columns Clan, Bright Sun Clan, Red Mud Potters Clan, Blue Coral Divers Clan, Scissorfists Clan, Howling Crag Clan.

In accordance to the Darth Krayt idea, the reason why Krayt was even in stasis was because of the experiments performed on him by the Yuuzhan Vong were slowly killing him. But I did plan on Idoneus living throughout the entirety of the 1,000 years after Bane's time and the Clone Wars (like a certain Sith Emperor; wink, wink). The reason for this is because of a certain arc I had in mind for a "little, green friend"…

claymoredj (Chapter 1): Your wish is granted.

SPARTAN-626 (Chapter 1): Nice LOTR reference there ;). And thank you, though since the Sith have changed so much in the old EU (compared to canon) it'll be kind of a change for me since I'm used to writing about the Je'daii (which reminds me that I've haven't written any stories of a Jedi yet... Probably stick with a Je'daii theme for SW lol).

-Darth Idoneus-

One month later...

"Peace is a Lie; there is only Emotion. Through Knowledge, I develop Control. Through Serenity, I control my Passion. Through Wisdom, I overcome Ignorance. There is no Chaos; there is Harmony. Through Emotion, I gain Ambition. Through Ambition, I gain Power. Through Harmony, I gain Clarity. There is no Death; there is only Sacrifice. The Force shall Guide me," repeated Idoneus. He repeated the Revanite Code that he had established for his Order, his Empire. He knelt in front of the Revan statue as he repeated the code. It gave him clarity like nothing he had before with the Brotherhood of Darkness.

The reborn Sith rubbed his fingers upon Revan's mask as it laid on his lap. A wavering guilt and burden could be felt from the mask, as though it was alive; power, redemption, guilt, anger, betrayal, love, all these from one object that redefined everything. From one man's single goal above all else. Idoneus felt his mortality as his yellow eyes finally glanced down upon it; his mask now, his burden, his goal. To unify the galaxy under the banner of the Revanite Sith.

His blood buzzed with his newfound power, strength only tapped into; not its full potential. He marveled subconsciously at what would lay before him once he had completed his training. Would he become as strong as Revan once was? Would he dare become even stronger?

Standing from his knees Idoneus smoothed the dark colored robes of Revan, he shuddered at the feeling that the robes gave him; naught one of disgust or fright, but of… kinship. He looked at the mask in his right hand, he had yet to wear it during the past month. The young Sith wasn't worthy yet, he told himself.

"You have learned quite a bit under my teachings," spoke the voice of Revan, his body hidden in the Force. "Yet you have much more to learn, to experience. Experience which you cannot have from staying on Dromund Kaas alone. Take what you have learned so far and apply it."

"What will I do with it?" asked Idoneus. "I haven't completed either training with the Sith or with you, I don't think it would be best for me to expose myself yet."

A soft, heavenly blue glow shone before Idoneus' eyes, revealing the phantom image of Revan. "Not expose but you will have to learn some things on your own. Only so much can I teach you from these caves alone, I learned much from my experiences from traveling one side of the galaxy to the other, with friends and allies that I trusted."

"I'm not exactly in the position to make friends or allies," muttered Idoneus somberly.

Revan observed the young boy closely, he sensed a kindred spirit within him; much like himself during his travels. A thirst for knowledge, a potential in the Force that was immense, and a tempered personality; rare things for a Sith. Even rarer amongst the Jedi.

"All things fall into place at anytime given. It is neither choice or destiny that defines us, rather it us our purpose that we give ourselves."

"Doesn't that contradict itself?"

Revan smiled proudly. "Much like the philosophies of the Jedi and Sith, but the acknowledgment of these flaws will propel you ahead of them. Your time here is drawing to an end for now, the Battle of Ruusan still commences as we speak."

The Battle of Ruusan, the ongoing war between the Jedi and Sith that had been waging for a thousand years. During his time on Korriban, Idoneus heard of the war stories; how the Jedi there had taken the title of Jedi Lord, the people of Ruusan had built castles in their honor, and the fact that the Jedi had entire armies and fleets at their feet. Something that Idoneus could exploit in the possible future.

Idoneus looked back down to Revan's mask then look towards the Force Ghost, silently asking for permission.

"Wear it. I had my time in the sun, but my plans had backfired. Now you will serve in my place, I pray that you succeed where I had failed."

The young Revanite Sith complied and placed the mask on, he inhaled as he braced himself for a life of struggle and hatred.

-Darth Idoneus-

Kaas City

The Revanite Sith strolled through the abandoned capital city of Dromund Kaas, an eerily air lingered with the empty buildings. As though something waited for him in the voided shadows. Idoneus' hands flickered towards his lightsabers instinctively before moving them away, he held the title of Revan, he WAS Revan; he should act as such.

He studied the arts that Revan mastered with the blade of a lightsaber- Shii-Cho, Soresu, Ataru, Shien, and Juyo, all tied together with Niman. A master he was not yet, but Idoneus hoped that the style was enough for both the Jedi and Sith to acknowledge his believable facade.

The studies of the Force intrigued the Revanite Sith, he would praised Revan himself of his genius and tactical brilliance. The Force Ghost waved the praise aside when it was brought up. Such ingenuity, grace and immense power.

A torrent of black lightning emerged from Idoneus' fingers, firing it straight into the sky. A rare hue that he possessed, amongst the most common color of blue and the various hues of purple, red, green, and white; another rare color itself. One of the many skills he learned under Revan, though his own lightning could only incapacitate his foe. The more powerful Sith could torture or even turn their opponents to ash.

Idoneus understood the level of power and knowledge he had achieved in the single month he had been here in hiding, much more to learn he knew… Knowledge that has given fresh meaning to the words Jedi Knights had muttered in awe at the very sight of:

"Do not underestimate the power of the Dark side."

The sky thundered above, the dark blues, purples and blacks swirling as the storm began to crackle. His own power fluctuated within him, growing and expanding; begging to be released. But his body couldn't handle the stress of his potential, not yet.

As with the Revanite Code, Idoneus plotted the Revanite Order; all of its politics and philosophies, its rankings, art, music and culture, everything that needed to be done. Save a few things: an army, a fleet, and followers.

Ruusan would provide him with the necessary spark to ignite his plan. The battles forged on Ruusan would determine the fate of the galaxy and the Jedi. The Sith would be exterminated, not of his own hand or blade, but by Bane himself.

Bane would be an unknowing pawn in Idoneus' schemes, they were alike in a lot of ways. Both which pleased and frightened the young Revanite; if Darth Bane succeeded with his ideology and eliminated the Brotherhood, then he would grow in power along with his apprentice Zannah.

Idoneus grazed his hand across the mask.

Two philosophies of Revan would commence in a war, not won by strength or will, but by ideologies. An ideological war was the truest horror of all; a broken mind could not be mended, a shattered soul never to be repaired. A shell of a man, a man without worth; cursed to spend the rest of his days reliving that all he believed was but a lie.

Darth Idoneus clenched his fist tightly, his mind remembering the beauty that was Zannah. He felt a burning sensation in his chest, his heart pounded explicitly. He had no reason to think of her in this manner…

No reason.

At all.

He shivered the image away, focusing back to the present. The Revanite would need to depart now, he would come back to his home soon. To the home of his soon-to-be Empire.

For now, he would focus on the Jedi while Bane would play his part.

-Darth Idoneus-

Ruusan

The apprentice to Darth Bane watched the war commence before her eyes; red lightsabers clashed with blue and green, sparks erupting from the very ground the Jedi and Sith fought on. Starfighters glossed across the sky, firing a torrent of blaster fire against the other. A Jedi starfighter left a trail of smoke in its wake, spinning helplessly as the Jedi scum inside crashed in a blaze of fire.

An Army of Light to face the Brotherhood of Darkness.

"Wasting their lives for a cause that is doomed to fail, I have seen many fall in my life," Bane spoke from behind his apprentice, quickly standing beside her and continued to oversee the carnage laid before him. "All of this will be forgotten soon. Lost into the tides of neglected memories and the Jedi will revel in their humble pride."

"And we will be the same as well," Zannah remarked.

Bane eyed his apprentice closely. "Yes." The Dark Lord felt a familiar presence of an acquaintance coming from behind. "What news from the front Githany?"

A woman of striking features- tanned skin, thick, black hair and piercing green eyes sauntered her way over to Bane. She knew of her beauty, and unlike Zannah who hid her features, she embraced them, though she was of average height. Her circular black tattoo on her forehead caught Zannah's attention, figuring whether or not it was a Sith symbol.

"Lord Kaan has requested you for an audience," Bane turned towards Githany, his solemn face holding a slight curiosity behind his eyes. His yellow eyes glancing down her light brown skin, her piercing green eyes; they were together once as master and apprentice. And as lovers. However that romance was cut short from their first kiss, her lips laced with synox and Rock worrt poison and fatally wounding him.

He had to admire her deception nonetheless.

"Kaan is a fool, Githany," Bane stated bluntly.

"You've never met Lord Kaan. I have. He's a great man, Bane. A man of vision."

"He's as blind as an Orkellian cave slug. He has betrayed us."

"Betrayal is a far more effective weapon than the lightsaber. You should know that better than most."

The Dark Lord brushed past her, his cape flapping in the wind. Zannah observed Githany looking after him with remorseful eyes before setting her eyes towards the young apprentice. Her green eyes darkened to a dark jade before casting them to the battlefield, silently ordering Zannah to leave her to her thoughts.

Zannah quickly followed after her master, soon by his side matching his pace. Bane sensed her presence, as it lingered with Githany for a few seconds. Darth Revan's Holocron laid in his pocket, he felt its presence looming over him; as with all Sith in the past, and in his future, Bane would spread seeds across the Brotherhood- of lies and deception, promises of power that will never come to fruition.

"You seem to know her," Zannah commented. "Rather closely at that."

"I knew her, yes. As an apprentice would know their master," replied Bane steadily.

A look of surprise overcame her by the revelation, honestly she didn't expect him to admit it, nor admit that the Dark Lord would be under the guidance of the female Sith. Zannah heard the tales of Githany amongst the underlings in the Sith Academy- one of lustful, ill-intent rumors mostly, but also that she was once a Jedi.

"But you are nearly the same age," remarked Zannah, choosing a safer topic than pressing a matter that could possibly upset her master.

"Yet she was able to harness Force Lightning quickly, a unique trait for a former Jedi. And she taught that skill to me. I'm aware of the rumors circling around Korriban for quite a time of her past," answered Bane.

"So it's true."

Bane halted in the middle of their walk, the sound of explosions muffled by his own thoughts. "Yes, and she's not the only one. Skere Kaan, our supposed leader, was once a Jedi Master. Now he sits at the throne of the Brotherhood."

Zannah nodded subtly. "Which explains your questioning of him and the civil unrest amongst the Brotherhood."

"The Brotherhood is nothing but a dark perversion of the Jedi Order, a cruel parody of the very thing we fight against," the Dark Lord continued towards his destination once more, a dark storm brewing within his soul. "Kaan is a traitor. He led the Brotherhood away from teachings of the ancient Sith. He never truly embraced the essence of the Dark side."

-Darth Idoneus-

The Revanite Sith sat in his chair upon Darth Revan's flagship, an Interdictor-class cruiser, studying the planet of Ruusan from orbit. Green luscious colors decorated the planet with pinches of white clouds and the frozen tundra on the northeastern side, and splotches of dark shadows on its terrain gave Ruusan an odd sense of fringed warmth.

Revan had guided the young Sith to his old flagship, hidden away on the planet of Yavin 4; the last time the legendary Force wielder was mortal. Now it was under the command of Idoneus. Looking towards the Holocron in his hand Idoneus placed it on the arm of his command chair before standing.

"The Brotherhood and the Jedi will make their graves here, blindly slaughtering themselves in droves," remarked Idoneus aloud. He felt the presence of Bane down upon the planet, his only threat. He planned on the Jedi's actions once they learn of Revan's return to aid them- his actions in slaughtering the Sith will garner their trust, not immediately but it was a start. The Sith, mainly Bane, was his concern. If Bane had yet discovered the presence of Revan, he would investigate the matter; perhaps even hunt him down.

Either way, Bane's life would come to an end. Much of Revan's beliefs rang true- the strongest were deemed to survive, by any means necessary.

"Your thoughts have rung true my apprentice, the three principles of our Empire- Accepting the Path, Forging the Path, and Uniting the Path- will carve our way to a unified galaxy. You have accepted that path, now you will forge it by your will, power, and skill with the lightsaber. Your enemies will hear your name and feel its power in their bones, haunting their very dreams; driving them to act brashly." Idoneus heeded his master's wisdom, what he said was true. But he was unsure if his path would become similar to Revan himself; if Revan failed….

These thoughts were not of a Revanite, he was power and security embodied into flesh. He WILL succeed in his plans. A Sith gains power through war and death- with thousands of Sith and Jedi awaiting his blade and with his power, Idoneus would flourish here.

"Yes Master, they will. I shall rectify the mistakes of both the Jedi and Sith in your honor. The Revanite Empire will be both feared and respected as it once was two thousand years ago. And we shall have peace."

Revan's phantom appeared next to his apprentice, quietly observing Ruusan. "I have suffered many atrocities and betrayals in my life, yet my anger can be quelled by the simple beauty held by stars from a distance. Rather fascinating isn't it? All the power in the universe can be overruled by a simple thing- an object, a thought… a person."

A person…

"Be weary of the Jedi Idoneus, their arrogance and corruption stems from the root of their Code. Many Jedi in the past have fallen to the Dark side, but this does not mean they will be worthy of our cause," cautioned Revan.

Idoneus turned towards the ghostly image of Revan, his mask hiding his curious yellow eyes. "And what of the Star Forge? If I am to succeed your legacy then I will need to know its location to rebuild the fleets you once had."

"Only after you have survived the Ruusan campaign will you know its location," Revan explained. "You have promise but within yourself lies doubt; I cannot reward doubt without evidence of your conviction." Revan felt the surge of anger and wounded pride within his apprentice; he struck the correct cord. "I will leave you now. But I will return when you are ready."

The Revanite Sith gazed out the window towards the stars, then to Ruusan. His head surged with thoughts and power, he needed this moment… Power for the sake of power led many men astray, only a select few have controlled the very thing that haunted them. Whether it was his choice or his destiny set by the Force, for once, he will have control.

-Darth Idoneus-

"I see that you are indeed worthy of the Sith title, Darth Bane," commented Skere Kaan, the leader of the Brotherhood. Unlike most Sith Lords, Kaan was handsome, charismatic, and charming, claiming that all were equal in the Brotherhood of Darkness. Nevertheless he was manipulative, frequently using mind tricks to ensure the loyalty of his followers.

Kaan's shoulder-length, black hair was well-groomed and kept; as was his beard. The Sith Lord faced Bane, looking away from the holographic battle plans.

"A woman's betrayal is the greatest wound a man could suffice, yet it is his greatest strength at the same time. Lying fatally wounded on Ambria on death's door, here yet you stand now," Kaan continued.

Darth Bane's eyes squinted subtly at the memory of his betrayal, no doubts Kaan's influence over Githany forced her to attempt an assassination on his life. "I doubt Githany would attempt such an act of her own."

"As charming and seductive as she is, her anxiety of power when she doesn't have control of a situation can lead to, well, such actions," explained Kaan. "The Rule by the Strong argues that the strong should increase their power while the weak should decrease. And if our Brotherhood should survive, I need stronger Dark Lords."

"You were testing me," Bane said, feigning surprise.

Kaan smiled openly. "Yes."

"And with Kas'im too?"

Kaan's smile strained a bit under the glare of Darth Bane, his eyes burning a fiery yellow. "You did not think I wouldn't notice your attempts to get rid of me? You think I am stupid and blind?! Your rule over the Brotherhood is growing weak, and I am not the only one who witnesses it. Deploying air forces… flanking armies… you are thinking like a dirt general, not a Sith Lord! You are not worthy of the title of Sith Lord!"

"Bane!" Githany's voice from inside the tent of Kaan, her anger clearly laced within. Bane's eyes narrowed at Kaan, however he relented. For now. "That is enough!"

"It's alright Githany, Bane has plenty of reason to hate me I imagine," Kaan replied smoothly. "I heard the words spreading amongst the Sith about me, but as long as we continue to function and win victories, they will not turn away. I can suspect the same from you."

The female Dark Lord turned towards Bane, her green eyes narrowing in disbelief. Bane ignored her eyes, she didn't matter to him now.

"Even though I do not care for you, I do aspire for the Sith legacy to flourish," Bane reached inside his clothing and pulled a wrapped up parchment and handed towards Skere Kaan. "I was researching deep into the catacombs of the Sith library and I came upon an old ritual."

The Dark Lord of the Sith raised an inquisitive brow at the "peace offering" of Bane, however he, nonetheless, accepted the gift. "What does this ritual entail?"

"It's an old Sith skill. The Force can be extracted and mentally bound into a shape primed for explosion." Kaan's hand froze before he unfurled the parchment. He had heard of something similar to what Bane spoke of. If Bane was suggesting such an action against the Jedi… even amongst the Sith…

"I appreciate the offering Bane, but there might have been a reason that the ancient Sith kept this secret hidden," Kaan declared, tightening his hands against the parchment.

"Do what you will with that, it is only my suggestion," Bane said. "Is there anything else you require, my Lord?"

Skere Kaan focused back on the gruff words of Darth Bane. "Yes, yes. There is intel of the Army of Light's base on Olmondo, the capital city of Ruusan. I want you to lead a squad to investigate the parameters."

"How far out is the capital?"

"I'll send you the coordinates, just prepare the squad. We'll need as many details as you can gather," Kaan walked back to the hologram, staring serenely at it. He felt the Force telling that their struggles would end soon, with the Sith gaining victory over Ruusan.

-Darth Idoneus-

Olmondo- capital city of Ruusan

The masked figure of Revan remained calm at the sight of armed blue and green lightsabers pointed directly at him in a threatening manner. Revan kept his hands folded in front of him, his mask hiding an childish amusement behind it. He sensed their power in the Force, potential, but not of any real troublesome worry.

"I suggest placing your weapons down, I am not Sith," Revan stated firmly.

A towering, burly figure of a man brushed past his men; this man held a weathered stature, the type that had seen many battles and many more deaths. The older man's graying-black hair was wrapped in a high ponytail, as he wore sterling silver armor with an assortment gold etchings and covered by a fur coat upon his muscular shoulders. His brown eyes narrowed at the sight of the man responsible for the atrocities against the Republic in the long forgotten past.

He didn't forget those stories. And now, Revan stood in front of him.

"Nor are you Jedi. I have heard of your stories Revan- betraying the Order and slaughtering your brethren- you have no right to be here," seethed the Jedi.

"I would curve your tongue before speaking to me like that," the Revanite shot back. "I have not come back on the side of the "angels"; you want the destruction of the Sith as much as I. Leave it at that."

"I am not so desperate as to seek help from you of all people," the older Jedi Master paced back and forth across the dirt, weighing his possibilities on how "Revan" could have survived the last two thousand years. Stasis, more than likely. However this person who stood before him looked smaller than from what he saw from the holovids.

"Without me your entire army will die," Revan simply said. "Choose me as your ally, and the galaxy will remain safe. Either way is fine with me."

"And you just leave," the older Jedi stated, more than he asked.

"Are you really going to put a three thousand year old Force wielder on trial?" asked Revan rhetorically. "The same man who was responsible for strengthening your Republic?"

The older Jedi raised his left hand up, signaling his men to remain poised. "Or you can lay in pieces among the carnivorous maggots. Either way is fine me."

Revan chuckled at the Jedi. "Rather dark for you isn't it?"

"I dreamt that I would single-handedly defeat the Dark side, that I would make a difference, change the galaxy… the galaxy, however, has changed me."

The Revanite Sith witnessed the subtle facial twitches of the Jedi Master; this war on Ruusan had cracked him from the inside- the death of a dream. To walk on the light for so long, only for it to blind him cruelly with his every waking breath.

"I have walked that path myself during the Mandalorian Wars, that is why I disobeyed the Jedi Council," said Revan. "Millions were pointlessly slaughtered while the Masters dawdled on their thrones of morality, deeming what they seemed right or wrong. And they betrayed me for it. They tried to kill me for it! Because they knew, deep down, that I was right! Yet here I stand now, extending my hand out to you."

The older Jedi Master glanced at the extended hand of Revan. He felt a pulse at the back of his head, his gut telling him something was amiss. Against his better judgment, the Jedi shook his hand.

"Come with me then. Since you know the Sith's tactics better than anyone, given you revolutionized modern warfare, your insight could be proved useful," Revan followed after the Jedi, as the Knights and Padawans sheathed their lightsabers upon the Jedi Master's command.

"What do they call you?" inquired Revan.

"Hoth, Lord of the Republic's Army of Light," said Hoth.

"A fact that most men here would undeniably respect to, my Lord," a young man in his early twenties announced, strolling towards Hoth and Revan in an aristocratic fashion. "However leadership of the ground forces should shift to another."

Beneath his mask Revan eyed the Jedi Lord, his breathing quickened even as he tried to composed himself on some level. "And who, boy, should lead these men? You?"

"My dear Lord, you have fought valiantly amongst the skies of Ruusan, however it is time for someone else to take your place, with all due respect," the young man continued. He was garnered in the finest clothes, gold and precious gems, his voice carried weight of royalty and heroic demeanors, as his hair was as golden as the sun above. "My Lord, for your skill in battle and all your strength in the Force, you are somewhat lacking in the delicate art of diplomacy. You are a brilliant general, and your taciturn nature serves you well when giving orders to your troops. Unfortunately, it can set those who are not under your command on edge."

"And have I set you on edge?" questioned Hoth, stepping verily close to the blonde-haired Jedi. "If I, of all people, have troubled you, then perhaps you should stay at the camp where it is safe. The Sith are not the diplomatic type, they will beat your corpse further into the ground than where it would lay. If the sight, or dare I say thought, of blood is your weakness-"

The blonde haired Jedi placed a strong hand on the older man's shoulder. "My Lord, you have yet to see, I, Valenthyne Farfalla, demonstrate my silver tongue and my piercing blade to the Sith. I am a hero that these men need."

Hoth brushed Valenthyne's hand off of him, he didn't enjoy to see this flamboyant persona on the battlefield. This was a war where men's lives were at stake, he didn't need a pompous, self-righteous child destroying the Jedi's chance of eradicating the Sith.

"Don't ever touch me again. Now, this is MY camp you hear? These are MY men which means you follow MY orders, understand?" Valenthyne's smile started to irritate Hoth, but he had a bigger problem to deal with. Brushing past Valenthyne, Hoth march towards his destination while Revan slowly started behind, passing a glance to gaudy dressed Jedi. Looking down at his legs, were the legs of a Bothan. Valenthyne was a half-Both species…

-Darth Idoneus-

Idoneus splashed cold water on his face, then another splash. He rubbed his eyes as he leaned over the bathing facility in his room, trickles of water from his face dripped back to the puddle below. As he had planned, the Jedi accepted his alliance. Now he would have to play his part- keeping his facade as Revan. Dipping his right hand into the pool he rubbed his arms and bare chest with the water in an attempt to ease his mind.

His hand slightly shook from the adrenaline of his confrontation of the Jedi. Such a surreal moment, no life was taken but the mere possibility fueled it. He dared to imagine how his body and mind would react once he stepped further on the battlefield. His left leg tapped restlessly on the tiled floor.

Quickly standing from the edge Idoneus paced back and forth, shaking his hands to rid himself of these shaky feelings.

"I have to keep myself compose, use this for when the Sith are on the battlefield," mumbled Idoneus.

One step, one step, one step.

Forging the path takes one mere step. Either of the Sith path or the Jedi path.

"Peace is a Lie; there is only Emotion. Through Knowledge, I develop Control. Through Serenity, I control my Passion. Through Wisdom, I overcome Ignorance. There is no Chaos; there is Harmony. Through Emotion, I gain Ambition. Through Ambition, I gain Power. Through Harmony, I gain Clarity. There is no Death; there is only Sacrifice. The Force shall Guide me," Idoneus chanted to himself, his nerves slowly easing away.

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this new chapter!

Idoneus has taken the mantle of Revan and has confronted the Jedi on Ruusan, however the young Revanite's nerves still linger…

Bane confronts two members of the Brotherhood, including the leader himself. But what lies in the parchment concerns Skere Kaan immensely?

Sorry if this chapter seems kinda fillery, but I wanted to delve a little bit on the setup of Ruusan, the Brotherhood, the Army of the Light, and Idoneus himself; you know, character development stuff lol.

As always I'm open to harem suggestions, so you guys can leave them in the review section if you wish lol.

Harem-

Darth Zannah, Raskta Lsu, Asajj Ventress, Githany, Lumiya, Allya, Kirana Ti, Ros Lai, Mighella, Azzenaj, Baritha, Chastina, Aayla Secura, Marris Brood, Shaak Ti, Barriss Offee, Luminara Undulli, Darth Talon

Power Scale-

Planet to Planet+:

Son (Large Planet)

Daughter (Large Planet)

Grand Master Luke Skywalker

Darth Sidious (Small Planet)

Valkorion (Small Planet)

Yoda (Small Planet)

Darth Nihilus (potentially; constant hunger can fluctuate his power)

Moon to Moon+:

Vitiate

Multi-Continent to Multi-Continent+:

Darth Vader

Galen Marek/Starkiller

Revan

Continent to Continent+:

Count Dooku

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Anakin Skywalker

Plo Koon

Mace Windu

Aayla Secura

Shaak Ti

Ki-Adi Mundi

Kit Fisto

Darth Bane

Darth Zannah

Darth Plageuis

Darth Maul

Country to Country+:

Darth Malgus

Satele Shan

Darth Sion (Small Country)