The Underworld of Coruscant was mentioned in Star Wars: The Clone Wars

Fun Fact: Coruscant is devoid of any plant life, save for the depths of the deep ancient stone structures and caverns that used to be the surface of Coruscant.

Four Months after the Battle of Rakata Prime

Underworld, Coruscant

The underworld of Coruscant was a haven for pirates, smugglers, and anyone involved in shady dealings that ended up in blackmail, murder, and torture, not necessarily in that order. But it was the perfect place to get information.

Revan watched as the transport lifted off. It was too late to turn back now. Bastila assumed he was spending the day resting, and had taken the Ebon Hawk to Alderaan, where she told him she was to be part of an ambassadorial committee to the Queen of Alderaan. He had spent the last three months traveling to all of the planets he had fought on during the Mandalorian Wars to unlock the mystery of the Sith.

A young Zeltron prostitute sidled up to him, but stormed off when he backed away. In this world of hell, he could sense the terror of those about to die, the pain of the crippled, and the loathing satisfaction of the Hutts.

In the Galaxy Pleasure cantina, Jolee Bindo sipped his Juma juice in silence, eyeing the poledancers in the corner of the room. "Shame on you old man…" snickered a voice behind him. Jolee smiled. "Well, well…hello Vima." Vima Sunrider; daughter of Nomi Sunrider, former Grand Master; and full-fledged Jedi Sentinel smiled at her old "Uncle Jolee", and sat down opposite of him.

Revan drifted through the throngs of refugees streaming out from a landing shuttle. They had come from Taris, along with thousands of others who were in similar situations across the galaxy. Personally, he felt a little guilty, for if he hadn't tried to escape Taris with Bastila, Alex might have never ordered the destruction of the planet's crust. Alex…he had to learn to call Malak by his old name. In the end, he did redeem himself, if only for a few second… thought Revan.

He could sense someone tailing him as he walked down an alley. Probably trying to push him into an ambush…A group of ten or eleven men and woman leaped down from the adjoining buildings. They all wore black scarves over their faces, with only their eyes visible. Most carried curved vibroswords and Bothan stun sticks, but Revan could see two brandishing heavy repeaters in the back. "No one uses our alley without paying…" one, a man, sneered.

"…and you look like you know where you're going" a woman purred dangerously. Her red hair peeked out of her headcloth. "Time for you to pay!" Revan smiled sweetly at her.

"If you insist…" With a snap-hiss, Heart of the Guardian was in his hands. The woman laughed. "If that's how you want to play…" She shifted her right arm, revealing the shoto hidden in her right sleeve. "Then we'd be glad to oblige you."

Revan gulped inside. Facing ten lightsaber-wielding opponents would be nearly impossible to walk away without severe injuries. And now he could sense their Force sensitivity, as they no longer were concealing it.

Revan twisted his body into the single-handed low guard opening stance of Form III: Makashi. While Vaapad would have served him nicely, it reminded him too much of his Sith days, something he did not want to revisit. The Sith, using Form I: Shii-Cho, leaped at him and they began to duel.

"So where have you been hiding all these years, Uncle Jolee?" Vima inquired as they sipped their drinks.

"Oh, here and there. Much of it was spent on Kashyyyk. Nice people, the Wookies, but don't get on their bad side."

"I hear Czerka was forced offplanet because of some rebellion. You got anything to do with that?" Vima asked knowingly.

"Well, you could say that. But it was mainly due to Revan-"

Vima choked on her drink. "Revan? As in dark side, Jedi killing Revan?"

"The one and only" Jolee chortled "He's not that bad once you get to meet him. A little impudent in my opinion, and too much of a daredevil, but he does have exceptional leader qualities."

"So you joined the crew of the…" Vima stopped suddenly. "I sense it too." Jolee nodded grimly. Something was going on in the back alley of the cantina, and Jolee could sense a familiar presence.

Revan locked blades with one of his assailants, twisting around and knocking him back. Two of his attackers lay in smoking pieces on the alley ground. Suddenly, he heard the snap-hiss of two more lightsabers. Jolee and an unfamiliar woman wielding a maroon blade ran out of the cantina's back door.

The fight was a stalemate: neither side was skilled enough to defeat the other. The duel progressed into an energy collection plant, where huge vats of boiling oil left over from the various cantinas were used as fuel for five very large turbines at the far end of the plant.

All of the combatants were fighting on the maintenance catwalks hanging over the vats, but there was one problem: The catwalk system was not designed to take the weight of eleven full-grown adult humans jumping around like they were on a low-gravity simulator at a fair. Even worse, the various lightsaber swings and deflecting bounces cut into the metal, weakening the catwalks.

"Admit it" roared the red-haired woman "You can't beat us Revan!" Revan responded with a dropkick to her mouth. She turned her head toward him and spat. Blood blurred Revan vision as he desperately tried to wipe the blood away, but the woman gave no respite. Revan barely got his blade up to deflect a swing which would have decapitated him.

Canderous Ordo sighed as he hung up the armor of Cassus Fett in the small closet. This apartment he had received as payment for his services to the Republic was perfect, plain and Spartan. His small bedroom overlooked The Works, the ancient industrial region of Coruscant which was filled with factories and warehouses and the top of the infamous Undercity.

He was about to head out when his comlink chirped. "Have you seen Revan?" said the anxious voice of Carth Onasi.

"Negative Carth. I've got better things to do than play nurse to my employer. Besides, he can take care of himself. And isn't he in the Jedi Temple?"

"That's what I thought" Carth sighed "Temple security footage shows him and Jolee Bindo leaving the Temple almost consecutively. We lost Jolee, but Revan boarded a shuttle for the Undercity. There've been reports of loud noises coming from the Nexus Region in the Works. Also, Warehouse D4-329's security cameras have picked up something going on in the energy collection and oil refinery plant. The signal's not that good but it appears to be at least 15 humanoids fighting on top of the maintenance catwalks, and we've got at least twenty other unknowns running to their location."

"I'm on it" Canderous replied, grabbing Cassus Fett's armor, Fett's pistol and his Trandoshan double-bladed Blade. The Nexus Region was nearby, and he had his own way of getting there…

Revan didn't know where or when the armored soldiers arrived, but he did know that they weren't on their side. With the added help of Jolee and the mystery woman, he had taken down five more of the Sith, and had sent two flying into the boiling oil.

Tatooine…

Bastila never imagined that she would set foot on this barren rock again. All she could see was sand, sand….and more sand. It was everywhere, in her food, the ship, and in her clothing, which was awfully uncomfortable.

The meeting on Alderaan had gone peacefully, but something kept on eating at her mind. Revan had involved himself in some shady business during her captivity by Darth Malak, including delivering a strange box to Motta the Hutt, prime gangster in Ancherhead. Revan had later told her that it was a Rakata prison, but he didn't know what Motta did with it. Plus she had some personal business to take care of…

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