AN: Hey, it's Primordial Soul with the fourth chapter of Lord of Revenge!
Banged this out in three hours while watching Safehouse with Denzel Washington. I am awesome.
These past couple weeks have not been pleasant with a bunch of tests, assigned projects, and slowly slipping grades rolling me up into an anxious, quivering mess. Thankfully, they're done, my grades have solidified, and I have this weekend to rest, relax and write before jumping back into the last two weeks of school and my dreaded exams right before Christmas. Since I won't have a chance to type after this weekend until Chirstmas, here's a chapter of Lord for you guys to enjoy.
Well, Revan is planting the seeds of his Empire and about to infiltrate the Jedi Temple, Canderous is securing Mandalorian loyalty, and Bastila is slipping off the deep end. What comes next? Action is present!
A well meaning reader has approached me with concerns about Revan's apparent mary-sue ness. Upon re-reading my story, I have realized that in my love for the character, I have made him seem overpowered and the reactions to his speeches cheesy. I definitely address both these things in this chapter.
Regarding Bastila, well, wait and see. I don't want to say anything else.
Crossover Review Responses
lazyguy90: Bastila is not Revan's lover, but I can't say if she will stop her descent into the dark or fall into darkness forever.
J.E.P 1996: Actually, yes, I do plan on putting them in. They won't appear for a while, but they will be in.
Paragon of Awesomeness: Well, I'm glad so many people are sorry for Bastila and want to see her redeemed! However, I can't say anything more about it except wait and see. Also, thank you for the character information, it helped a lot. All though I can't tell you anything. :D
6tailedninja: I'd agree, but the HK's design is too old and would stand out against the newer styled galaxy. He needs to do this to help him blend in. However, HK was slightly threatening in the game and should be now. I planned on doing something like you suggested regarding the light side of the Force.
Gster391: Thanks!
Thesoulreader42: Um... can you read my mind? I had that in mind later on in the story. Have a cookie!
Simple405: Thanks!
Danyael Prince: I have not played or read much about TOR expect what happens to Revan. So, unless I find or told something exceptional, nothing about TOR will be included in this story.
Above the Winter Moonlight: Anakin and Obi- wan will not encounter Revan for some time. Why? They are too young and are training. They will meet however.
Game Review Responses
SeekerOfDarkness: I can't say about what will happen to Bastila. Read above about HK and thanks about the comment about the Heart of the Guardian. Maybe... Reactions about the Grand Plan will have to wait till later. And about Ashoka, she definitely does have potential...
GinsegH: Wow, thank you for the very long review, I especially enjoy them! Regarding the Interdictor not following Revan, I'm using the belief/head canon that Interdictors cannot move while using their gravity well generators. If that's wrong, deal with it.
The Force explosion was amplified by the breaching of Time; Revan is not strong enough to take on the Jedi Council.
Regarding the cheesiness of his speeches, I really wanted to show the fervor he could inspire in his troops during the heat of the moment. I'm addressing some of the fallout of the time travel in this chapter regarding the regular troops in order to counter act the apparent cheesiness of their reactions.
Also, to Revan's POV and what he could find publicly and quicklyin the Republics databases, it gave the impression that the Republic has regressed technologically. His POV is unreliable and biased and he doesn't have all the facts. His POV will change once he get's more exposure to more secret things and the technology used in the present time.
Regarding the overdoing of his charisma, well, yeah it's a bit overdone. I'll try and curb it back in later chapters. Also, read above regarding Revan's over-powered-ness.
Regarding the Mandalorian Code, the populace could have practiced and taught it in secret. Also, if they are Mandalorians, they have to know about the code whether they follow it or not, at least to me. It's kinda like cultural identity. Having a Mandalore right in front of them would have to inspire belief. Sorry if that isn't an adequate explanation.
Thank you for your compliments about my take on romance so far. I always wanted to show the fact as he is a leader of an Empire, it would be political suicide if he had a relationship with his apprentice even if he had feelings for her. He has more to focus on, like running his Empire, than romance. Not that there won't be any... Ah, hell, I'm just going to say it now.
Important
I do have a romance for Revan planned. I will take guesses toward how Revan will get the girl. Consider it a contest. First three to guess the situation, not the person, correct in a PM before the reveal chapter much later wins a request for me to write a one shot about anything within my writing genres which are posted on my profile. I will give hints as the story progresses.
That's it. Hope you enjoy this chapter!
I DON'T OWN ANYTHING!
As HK-47 drove the sky car to somewhere close enough to infiltrate the Jedi Temple, Revan adjusted the armor and mask he was wearing, frowning in dismay at its low quality and cheapness. He was wearing a simple combat suit with a common mask that possessed a voice modulator to conceal his identity. He would of worn his special and signature armor, but if he was caught or exposed, he did not want to be identified later if he could help it. Therefore, this average stuff he wore now would have to do for this infiltration run.
Revan closed his eyes as he further hid his force connection. He did not want the Jedi to notice him while he was inside the Temple and he did not think he would need it much. These Jedi were pampered, spoiled, naïve fools who supported a corrupt regime that has regressed technologically from where it was before. They were weak, and he would prove it so.
"Declaration: Approaching the Jedi Temple, master. Where would you want me to land?"
Revan narrowed his eyes as he pondered where to infiltrate the Temple. He was tempted to walk straight through the front door and scare the crap out of the Jedi, but that would ruin why they were here in the first place. He could go up high and descend, however, the Temple's many spires would see them as they entered the Temple. No, they would have to go low to the hidden base of the Temple and ascend from there. Good thing Revan was a curious boy in his youth when he was still living at the Coruscant Jedi Temple before he went to Dantooine
"Take us down to the Temple Skycar Exit and descend for thirty seconds. Once we reach level 147, straighten us up and head to the service tunnels that thread beneath the Temple. We're going to enter the Temple through a way that the Jedi have forgotten about long ago." Revan stated, pulling gloves on over his hands to prevent any fingerprints from remaining inside the Temple once they departed.
"Affirmative, Master," HK-47 replied as he angled the sky car down toward the public exit that led to the Jedi Temple.
Revan leaned back and closed his eyes and began to meditate, preparing for his first ground mission in technically a little less than four thousand years. He couldn't wait.
SIV Reclaimer
Corporal Blackthorn started at the small picture clutched inside his tight grip. In the picture sat himself, smiling and without a care in the world. Next to him sat a beautiful women, to him at least. She was smaller than him and wore a matching smile. She was wearing a long blue gown, which compliment her sky blue eyes. She was an angel, one he would always love. She was the one who brought his daughter into the world.
And she'd been dead for four thousand years. And he never got to see his daughter. He would always wonder how his little miracle looked like. What she did with her life. What she thought of her father.
Blackthorn glanced around to see other members of the crew deep in mourning, either staring at pictures of their loved ones or letting their sorrows out in the form of crying. Once they had docked at the Star Forge, Admiral Dominic wisely decided to halt all duties aboard the ship and ordered them to "take the break they rightfully deserved".
No one argued. And every one was thankful for the chance to mourn.
When they had been in front of Revan, their Lord, they didn't want to appear weak. They were in shock, and couldn't articulate their sorrows so soon. They had grasped at the lifeline that were Revan's words and threw themselves whole-heartedly into them. They turned their back on their pain and responded with the mindless fervor they had when Revan spoke. They needed to escape, and Revan provided that.
But they could only hold their sorrows back for so long. And now with Revan gone and no work to be done, they could finally let out their grief.
Blackthorn heard footsteps approach him. He turned to see Delante, pure and utter grief on his face, standing over him. His eyes were puffy and red, evidence of his most recent activity. Blackthorn gestured for him to sit down, which Delante did.
"You know..." Delante hoarsely began, "I always thought I'd live to see the day my brother managed to get his disease cured. A cure was in the works, only a couple years away from saving all the lives that had the disease. He would always say that the disease had nothing on him and he would go down on his own terms. He always wanted to one up it and he always refused to sit in a hospital connected to an IV."
He laughed quietly, nostalgic about the past. "I always said he was a little hyperactive rancor that didn't know when to slow down. He would always reply, "when I get better, I'll show you rancor."
He lowered his head in mourning, "and now I'll never see him show it."
Blackthorn put a hand on his shoulder, sharing his grief. Neither of them noticed Ullia enter and sit down next to them, lost in her own grief. Together they sat, comforting each other for their loss.
Soon, they would be the zealous soldiers, ready to fight for what they lost. Soon, they would be strong, hard, ready to follow Revan's commands. Soon, they would become brothers in vigil, protecting with mindless intensity all of what they had left. Eventually, they would be able to move on from their pain and grief.
But tonight, they were the weeping human beings who had lost their reasons to fight. Tonight, they were simply people sharing their despair.
Tonight was the night they broke.
Coruscant
Deep down below the Jedi Temple, a speeder pulled into the vast, pillar infested area that supported their target. It quickly and expertly weaved its way through the pillars, heading to a small ledge hidden away in the darkness. When it reached the ledge, it stopped and hovered as it parked. Seconds later, two figures emerged from the speeder, readying weapons. The droid hefted a blaster rifle along with several hidden weapons in his chassis. The other wielded several small blades each made of cortosis, capable of reflecting lightsabers.
Behind his temporary combat mask, Revan glanced around the area and was disappointed with what he saw. Even though the area was dirtier, more run down, more developed, it still was almost exactly the same as when he was a child four thousand years ago. Oh, well, their loss.
"HK, form up on me. Activate stealth protocols. Keep your optics open and silently take down anyone who spots us. Do not kill anyone unless we have to, clear?"
"Distressed Statement: Oh, Master, why do you have to be so cruel? Could I violently kill at least one meatbag? This limitation irks my assassination protocols, Master."
"Deal with it." Revan said as they began to slowly move along the ledge. "This mission is too important for you to screw it up with your sociopathic tendencies. Why are you so violent?"
"Smug Response: You made me like this, Master."
"Don't remind me. I always regret that."
"Elaboration: I don't believe you. Why, I remember the look on your face when I was first activated with you and the original meatbag Malak..."
"HK..."
"Smug Statement: It was humor, Master. You made me like this because of humor. And it has been your best decision yet."
"Well... screw you."
"Annoying Comeback: You know you love me. You would never dismantle your prized creation!"
"Don't tempt me, droid. Quiet down, we're about to hit the vents."
Revan and HK both flanked the ventilation cover, their hidden way into the Temple. Back in Revan's day, it was an easy and not-known way to the Masters. It allowed Padawans to escape the Jedi and spend some time in the outside world.
"HK, follow me. Once we are in the facility, I want you to activate your stealth field generator and be my eyes and ears on the computer on the other side of this vent. Hide me from cameras, tell me where people are, etc. I'll head to the Archive server station close by to get our information. It should take me for than fifteen minutes to get there and back. Understood?"
HK nodded and hefted his rifle with one hand as he ripped the poorly maintained vent cover off with his other. "After you, Master."
Revan quickly entered the large vent, HK close behind. They slowly advanced into the vent, wary for any security systems either still active or added during the four thousand years they were gone.
Eventually, they reached the first obstacle, a slowly revolving metal fan typical to old style vents. It was an easy obstacle for determined Padawans to get through and even easier for Revan to get through. He simply grabbed a metal bar, one originally used for this purpose, and jammed the fan, allowing both Revan and HK to get through. Once they did, Revan unjammed the fan and sat the bar down for their exfiltration later.
"That was pitifully easy. They really haven't updated their defenses at all. Stupid Jedi." Revan dryly stated.
"Consolation: Well, Master, there isn't much that can best my mechanical perfection. Or the screams of meatbags when you castrate and disembowel them."
"... You're scary, you know that?"
"Dry Statement: I know my design specifications, Master."
"Oh, you... wait, you here that?"
HK-47 tilted his head, audio receptors processing the sound Revan picked up on. "Curious Answer: Why yes I do, Master. It sounds like... You are not going to like this."
"Hit me."
"Confused Query: Why would you want me to hit you, Master? Have you done something wrong?"
"It's a figure of speech. Tell me what it is... Never mind. I know what it is now."
The two intruders looked down and found a massive shaft, complete with rapidly spinning fans and a very long fall. They stared across the shaft to see the vent they needed to go through sitting innocently on the other side.
"This is new" Revan mused out loud, rubbing his chin. The Jedi apparently did install some upgrades to the main vent system, but kept the old vents intact. He should of guessed something like this would of occurred. "How are we going to get across?
HK chuckled and responded "Amused Declarative: Oh, Master, how I long awaited the day where you would ask me for help. The creation has bested the creator!"
"Shut it, we're on the clock. How are we going to get across?"
HK straightened, the perfect pose of seriousness. "Master, I can access the Temple's ventilation controls remotely. I can change the fan's strength so that instead of being blown upward or sent downward to oblivion, we can just float across to the other side."
Revan grinned, "If you could do that without getting caught, I'll kiss you."
"Dry Statement: … I don't swing that way, Master."
"Bite me."
"Dismissal: I don't have teeth, Master."
"Whatever. Just do it."
HK's optics flickered and a moment later replied, "Declaration: Done. It is now safe to jump the gap over oblivion. Don't forget to fasten your safety belt and hold on to your butts." The dampening of the fan's sounds revealed their now slower rotational speed.
Revan nodded in appreciation. "Good job. Once we cross, leave the fan's at this speed so we can return unhindered. Once we return, fix the vents back to their original state."
As HK-47 nodded in assent, Revan took a deep breath, ran, and jumped.
It was disconcerting to feel your body float, not hampered by gravity in any way. Revan flew straight across the chasm, landing gently inside the vent on the other side. That was easy yet sickening. Revan had never liked zero gravity. It reminded him of when he was betrayed or when his true identity was revealed aboard the Leviathan.
HK soon followed him over, and the two began to move deeper into the Temple. As they continued, HK asked, "Query: Don't I get some appreciation?"
"Haven't I already given you some?"
"Suggestion: Well, if you want to count your sexual advance onto me as appreciation, then you don't have to. Although it would give me strange concerns over your mental well being, Master. Did the hyperspace jump affect some of your neurons, Master? I would gladly look at them through your cut open head."
"... No, I'd rather you not do that. Thank you, HK."
"Chiding Statement: Now, was that so hard, Master?"
"Shut it HK, we're at the tertiary computer room."
The two feel silent as they saw through one of the vent covers the computer room where HK was to interface with while Revan went for the information they were after. HK silently detached the cover and set it aside as the two dropped into the unoccupied room.
Revan turned to face HK as he began to plug into the computer. "All right, connect in and cloak yourself. Tell me where people are on my way to the Archive servers"
HK nodded as he finished connecting to the computer. "Affirmative. Cloaking now." And using an improvised stealth field generator, he crudely turned invisible although if it was lighter, it would be easy to see the distortion that HK caused. Revan would definitely design a good stealth generator for HK's updated chassis when they returned to the Star Forge.
Revan quickly and silently exited the computer room, intent on reaching the Archive servers. The first few corridors were empty and unused, aiding Revan's quick speed.
Once he reached an intersection that apparently did see some use, HK's voice crackled over his com-link speaker. "Master, you have several Jedi meatbags approaching the corridor. Seek shelter."
Revan instantly jumped onto the ceiling and hid himself in one of the big, shadowy corners above the hallways. As soon as he did so, Revan could hear voices echoing.
"... Masters say it's true?"
"Yes, apparently they say something powerful has just made itself known. Our Jedi are scouting out planets where the disturbance could of taken place."
Revan saw two Jedi, a Rodian and a Zabarak, walk into the intersection, deep in discussion over something. Revan snorted inwardly when he realized that they were talking about him.
"What do the Master's say of this disturbance?" the Rodian asked.
"They believe it has to be of the dark side, as nothing could be that primal and that strong without tapping into some forbidden arts." The Zabarak sagely said. Revan scoffed inwardly. Typical Jedi naivety to mark whatever was unknown to be dark.
"Has the Force said what this disturbance is?"
"No, the Force has remained clouded and it is impossible to gaze the future." That sounded like Sith Alchemy he had studied when he was a pure dark adept, Revan mused. A Sith must have learned the technique and used it to stop the Jedi's future gazing. Wise, but slightly arrogant, Revan thought. It negated a major advantage the Jedi could use, but it also allowed for your existence as a Sith to be exposed if the Jedi managed to figure it out.
To Revan, he extrapolated that there were Sith out there, although hardly many at all. Because the Sith had no point to use the technique unless they wanted to hide and plot in secret. They didn't need to under his rule. He would need to find where the Sith are and learn their loyalties. Probably to themselves, as he had been 'dead' for four thousand years, but he could always luck his way into recruiting him. But the hassle... No, it probably would be for the best if any Sith not trained or brought by him die. It was too risky to bring them into the fold.
Revan turned his attention back to the Jedi, who were discussing the Council's actions or lack thereof. Looks like they still were the squabbling, do nothing people they were when Revan was around. They soon finished their conversation and departed, leaving Revan alone in the intersection.
"Master, I've run into some security programs that block me from using the cameras. I'll be blind for a couple of minutes. Be careful" HK's voice crackled over the communicator.
"Don't worry, these Jedi are terrible and not worth the hassle. I've suppressed my force abilities, you have control of the security system, and I think I can avoid the Jedi all on my own. I'll be fine. Revan out."
Revan silently dropped to the ground and began moving toward the Archive servers. Intent on his destination, he didn't notice a third Jedi, younger and more reckless than the others, blink rapidly at what he just saw and began to follow him. He certainly didn't belong in the Temple.
Mandalore
Mandalore the Preserver listened to the younger women speak her concessions she wanted him to give before he gained power. As he sat there, his mind wandered to her demands, among which a promise to stay in the Republic, keep to peaceful means of diplomacy, keep the taxes and other society hating things low, and to honor any agreements made when she was ruler.
Granted, he wasn't going to follow many of her demands, but she surprisingly made a good case for them. She was an expert politician and ruler, although her constituents were too different from her to make her methods work. Her methods, although good intentioned, were ruining his people. He would make his people great. Although she would be a valuable tool in his Mandalorian Renaissance and his eventual war against the Republic on Revan's side...
"... if you could follow these demands, I guarantee that there will not be any resistance on the people's part." Satine finished, nervousness running through her veins. She had encountered few Mandalorians in her days as ruler and before, but the one before her really screamed Mandalorian Mercenary. His traditional armor, towering physique, and amplified voice, just really … well, exemplified the spirit of Mandalorians past. She only hoped that he didn't hold the values of one.
Mandalore leaned forward and said, "I admire your tenacity, Satine. May I call you Satine?" At Satine's nod, he continued, "Let me be honest with you. I am a Mandalorian, always will be. Your demands, although they may suit me at different times and circumstances, will not suit me, my people, or my goals. The Republic is a festering form of government that will be not beneficial to the Mandalorian people. Your laws and beliefs, although commendable, will keep my people suppressed and unable to reach their full potential. It would betray everything I believed in, everything I stand for."
Satine gasped, "You cannot be considering..."
"Oh, but I am and will." Mandalore leaned in, closing the space gap between the two. "War is on the horizon. The Mandalorians will reclaim their rightful place as the disciples of war. After four thousand years, I will make us great again."
Satine scoffed, "As I figured, you're a war mongering tyrant who...
Mandalore chuckled, "Me, a tyrant? No, I prefer the term... Preserver" He leaned in again. "Now, your threat is pointless and meaningless. Finally, with the rise of a Mandalore in four thousand years, the Mandalorians will flock to my rule and follow me with zealous fervor. You never crushed the cultural identity of the Mandalorian code and that will give me my power."
"Now, I won't go on furthering the glory of Mandalore just yet. Expansions must be made, loyalties confirmed, a people to unite, a renaissance to run. However, I see potential in you as a politician, although mis-guided, that knows her way among the workings of government in diplomacy. So, I have a deal for you."
"What?" Satine asked, still angry, but curious at the arrangement Mandalore wanted to give to her.
"I offer you the chance to be Mandalore's Senator for the Republic until such a time when we withdraw from it."
Satine was shocked. She never expected a person, who knows she is totally against everything he stood for, would offer her the chance to be in a position of major political power.
"Why? Why would you offer a person totally against you such power and position?"
"Because you have potential to be great. Because I think you could be a great benefit to the future. Because I think you could come to see my way of thinking. Besides, you will be a part of making the Mandalorians great again. Besides, if you still don't believe in my views, you can back out once I start my... well, I suppose you could call it a crusade."
Satine slowly drew back, measuring her options. Before, she never expected to keep or have any political power. Now, she had the opportunity to do what she did best. She would help a species supposedly become great again. Although his views were exactly the opposite of what she believed, she could act as a moderator for his actions.
"All right, I'll do it." Satine said, extending her hand.
Mandalore extended his hand and shook her own, sealing the deal. "I believe that you will find this a most beneficial deal."
Coruscant
As he snuck around the Jedi Temple, Revan smirked at the utter ease he had breached the Temple. Even without the Force, even without HK watching his back, he was able to best the Jedi's famed securitysystem. These Jedi were even worthless than the one's of his time.
He smirked again as he entered the Archive's server room. This server room was the main repository of all Jedi knowledge, both database and book data. Here, he could get all the intelligence he needed.
As Revan began to hack in, he began to think about his plans. Once he got this data, he could accurately set up scenarios, possible allies, distractions, money transactions, new technologies, the capabilities of the Jedi, although they seemed much worse and didn't understand life in general. This mission was going great. Not a single hiccup...
"MASTER, BEHIND YOU!" HK's voice roared over his comlink.
Revan's eyes widened as he reflexly twisted to the right, however, it was too late to avoid the green spear of light from carving a nice slice from his left abdomen. Pain spiked throughout his body.
A dagger instantly fell into his waiting right hand as he twirled to swipe at the young Jedi who dared to try to kill him. The Jedi's eyes were wide, as if he was shocked that Revan managed to figure out he was attacking before he connected. His shock went away as Revan swiped with his knife.
Revan managed to catch a bit of skin as the Jedi tried to move out of the way. As Revan flew by, the Jedi swiped his lightsaber up, hoping to bisect his arm.
Too late as Revan's left hand, holding another dagger, swung across his body and blocked the Jedi's lightsaber. The Jedi was shocked yet again, and his active Force Sense was the only reason he managed to avoid being gutted by Revan.
As he twirled away, Revan was filled with anger. NO one was allowed to mark his skin and cause him injury without brutally paying the price for it. As Revan charged again, his side spiked with pain again, causing him to stumble. The Jedi capitalized on that, carving a slice out of Revan's right leg. He howled in pain and was pushed backwards by the Jedi's Force push, sending him crashing into the server racks.
Revan's body was on fire, his nerves filled with molten napalm. He couldn't move very well and only a lucky lurch to the side saved him from being skewered by the Jedi's blade.
Revan's anger skyrocketed at his survival by mere chance and decided to finally end this threat. He grabbed the Jedi's right arm and broke it in two places and pushed him backward. As the Jedi fell screaming, Revan got his weight planted and jumped forward, tackling the Jedi. He brought a knife down and impaled the Jedi's throat, causing blood to fill his windpipe.
Revan stayed on top of the Jedi until he suffocated on his own blood, then he slowly got up, eyes watering in pain. Stupid, he had been so stupid, Revan bitterly thought. He had been an overconfident, cocky bitch who pretty much deserved his injuries. He never should of bound his Force abilities to the extent they were, he should of never moved on without HK's overwatch, should of checked if he was being followed. But no, he had to be an idiot and take way too many chances and risks. He could of died...
Revan blinked as the thought occurred to him. He really could of died here. He would of died here without HK's close warning. To think, the greatest Force user of all time, dieing at the hands of his own hubris. So many people had made that same fatal mistake, and he had made it to. Only chance and luck allowed him to survive.
He was humbled by that experience. He would not take the Jedi, and the Republic in extension, as naïve, worthless fools that weren't a threat. They very much were, and were even more so if one was overconfident in their abilities and didn't take the necessary precautions.
Revan vowed not to make that mistake again. He wasn't omnipotent, he wasn't omniscient, he wasn't all powerful. He was a man, a very powerful man, but a man all the same. He had to remember that.
As Revan grabbed the data and slowly began limping back to the security station, he said to HK, "HK, I was caught and had to kill a Jedi. His death will have alerted the rest of them that they're is an intruder. We're exposed."
"Affirmation: Understood, Master. Disconnecting from the server. I'll wait for you here..."
"Negative, I'm injured rather well and won't make it to the room without being jumped. I need you to meet with me and escort me the way there. I'll probably be surrounded by Jedi before you get here. Use the sonic grenades and the flamethrower."
"Scoffing Declaration: I know how to kill Jedi, Master. Very well, Master. On my way,"
Revan disconnected the channel and continued to limp his way to the server room. After several corridors of walking, his prediction was correct. Four Jedi appeared behind him and spotted him.
They quickly moved toward him and one use the Force to push him, sending him flying across the hall way. As he hit the wall, Revan moaned in pain as his injuries were aggravated severely. He was soon at the business ends of four lightsabers.
"Surrender, intruder, you are injured and finished." The lead one said.
Revan chuckled as he slowly got to his feet. "No, I'm injured because of my own hubris. And I'm definitely not finished."
Another Jedi scoffed. "Oh, really. You're surrounded, weak, and at our mercy. You're definitely finished. Surrender peacefully and you will not be harmed."
Revan slowly shook his head and replied, "No, you are finished because of your hubris in the belief that you have me finished. This had only just begun." Revan slowly exhaled, extending the sound dampeners in his ears just in time as two sonic grenades flew in and detonated.
All of the Jedi collapsed to their knees, blood dripping from their ears. As they laid their, clutching their heads, HK came walking in, picked Revan up and supported him on his chassis.
"Chiding Statement: Master, Master, what did you do to yourself now? This is the seventh time I've had to save you from your danger-inducing tendencies."
Revan smiled as they moved toward the security room. "Sixth time, HK. The time above Kessel doesn't count."
HK did not reply as they entered the security room where they entered the Temple. HK slowly raised Revan and managed to get him inside the vault. After HK followed him up, the droid turned and activated his flamethrower, torching the security room so no one could follow them up. Once the room was sufficiently blocked and HK's pyromania satisfied, the droid slowly escorted Revan through the vents.
Revan hissed in pain yet again as he clutched his injuries. Yep, those are some decently sized wounds, he thought. No way in hell was he jumping across the chasm again.
"HK, I need you to carry me as you jump across the chasm"
HK merely nodded as he picked Revan up. The droid began to sprint and jumped the gap again, making it to the other side with ease. As they continued forward, HK fixed the fans, causing them to blow at their regular rate.
They made good time despite Revan's injuries and managed to reach the sky car within two minutes. As both settled into their seats and HK began to fly away, the droid asked, "Where to, Master?"
"We need to get out of this system before the news gets out. Takes us to the ship."
HK acknowledged his course and replied, "How did you get your injuries, Master?"
Revan's eyes narrowed at the though of his idiotic conduct on the mission. "My injuries were completely my fault. I was an cocky, overconfident idiot whose stupidity almost got me killed. Only chance let me survive the Jedi's attack." A pause. "Do we have any bacta?"
"Response: In the glove box, Master."
Revan merely nodded his gratitude as he opened the glove box, revealing a meager supply of bacta. Revan opened the package and sighed in relief he rubbed the bacta over his wounds. This would be good enough until he got aboard the shuttle where a better medical station was.
He had to go through his information more closely now. The Republic and the Jedi were more of a threat than he gave them credit for and he had to prepare for that. His hubris was gone, replaced by the strategic and charismatic commander he really was. The time for overconfidence, pride, and games was over.
It was time to get serious.
AN: I hope you enjoyed that chapter of the Lord of Revenge!
Well, I hope you enjoyed the first ground action scene I have created as well as the humbling experience I put Revan through. He is not all powerful, he is not a god, he is human and will make mistakes. This one almost killed him and he will learn from this.
I hope you enjoyed the banter between HK and Revan. I certainly did when I was writing it. Did I do good?
Next time, we have the fallout of the Jedi Temple raid from multiple points of view and the coronation of a leader. I can't wait!
As I said above, next chapter for any of my stories will not be until around Christmas, as I have exams I need to study for.
Just a reminder, the contest is open for the foreseeable future. What is the situation in which Revan will get the girl? First three correct answers will get a one shot of their choice in one of the many genres I have posted on my profile written by me.
I think that's it. See you later!
Primordial Soul