A/N: I apologize for the long break in updates, and I'm twice as sorry for the shortness of this Chapter. It's mostly just a filler chapter, that will bring this story up to where I want it to be. Please though, don't be discouraged and give up on this fic because of this chapter. On another note: Harry/Revan will not be paired with Yoda, haha. I don't know who he will be paired with, but I am willing to take any suggestions you might have! (Keep in mind, he is straight, so no slash.)

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Revan

Chapter Three

Taris had never really recovered from when Darth Malak had decimated the planet, 4000 years ago. Of course now people actually lived on the surface of the planet instead of the citadel Station (which still floated in orbit around the planet.). People rarely ever came to the Planet due to the fact that the people who lived there were extremely distrustful, and were wary against new comers; Which was exactly why Lord Revan came here four years ago, because he knew that he could offer these people something that no one else in the Galaxy could: Protection from those who would want to use them.

But when Lord Revan came to Taris, he didn't come alone. He had behind him the largest fleet of star ships, which the Galaxy has seen in thousands of years, behind him were the Revanchists. Now, they weren't the Original Revanchists, but clones. You see, When Revan first left his Master's side; he had a plan, which he followed through with.

First he went to Kamino, where he used his own DNA, and that of his Master's, the original Revan, to create millions of clone soldiers that would be loyal to only him. From there he went to Malachor, where he found blue prints to Mandalorian armour and weaponry, as well as star ships.

After that, it wasn't hard to secure contracts to have the things he needed built, and while that was being done, he had gone to Kashyyyk to retrieve his Master's last Holocron.

When that was all said and done, he then went to Kamino to pick up the first batch of clones, and then moved on to Taris. Where he then rebuilt many of their beautiful cities, and built areas for them to harvest their own food, and also built many military outposts and training facilities. He even built an academy for the people to go to school.

That was four years ago, and ever since batch after batch of clones had been coming to Taris, where the people had proclaimed Lord Revan the ruler and protector of the planet.

The people loved Lord Revan. He was kind, generous, thoughtful, and fiercely loyal to his people. They loved him so much, that many of them took jobs as Revanchists so that they could give back to him what he had given to them first.

Ten years, ten long years since he had seen his Master, since he left to build an army that would be able to protect the Republic from itself. He knew that if his Master could see him now; he would be truly proud of what he had achieved, especially since the odds were against him from the start.

Revan had always been astounded by the technology of the Starforge, which had brought him here, ten years after he left his Master, he always felt the pull to come here, but today on this day the pull was stronger than ever.

"Who are you?" It was a strange metallic voice that pulled him out of his thoughts as he turned to see an apparition behind him; it was a man, who was tall and bald with tattoos on his head, but what was most striking of all his features was the metallic jaw he had where his biological jaw should have been, Malak. He would always recognize him anywhere. "I repeat, who are you?"

Revan smiled behind his mask, "It is I, Lord Revan. Surely you remember me, my old apprentice?" Malak got angry, and raised his hand unleashing force lightning upon Revan as he screamed, "You are not he, I felt him become one with the force, I'll ask again, who are you?"

Revan stood from the ground and brushed himself off, shaking at being put under the force lightning he responded, "I am Lord Revan." Malak glared, and unleashed the force lightning once again.

"You are not Lord Revan; you are his chosen heir, who he specifically chose to carry on his great crusade to protect the Galaxy, and more importantly the force. He was your father and you were his son, but there must always be a Lord Revan, and so, you take his Mantle for your own, and travel the Galaxy completing what he had started, I commend you, little Revan for honouring your father, and because of that, I accept that you shall be the second Lord Revan. I also accept that you will not be the last. Go forth; I have had enough with this idle chat."

He walked out of the temple, trying to ignore the pain, he now understood what he had to do, and now he knew that he couldn't go around pretending to be his Master, which would be ridiculous; he could never be Lord Revan.

But that didn't mean he couldn't be Lord Revan the second; there always needed to be another Revan, the Galaxy couldn't survive without one.

Lord Revan II, it sounded twice as fearsome as the original.

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