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It took forever but here it is.

Trying to do longer more in depth chapter from here on in...

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Begin Chapter 3

To Revan's surprise when the temple doors flew open he encountered not an army of warriors, but of Mother Talzin herself. She was very tall, broad shouldered and had a very cold look in her eyes.

"Greetings Lord Revan. We know why you have come Dathomir. And we will never bow to the control of others, let alone men. You may as well leave now, you will never control this planet." As she turned to look at Malek she then said, "Darth Malek, we pity you. All that has happened to you was not that of which you were destined. You were once destined for greatness, but now all your future holds is darkness, so much darkness in fact that it will tear the galaxy apart. We offer you this advise, let go of your hatred of the Jedi, it was not their fault that you lost your arms, nor their fault that you lost your ability to breathe on your own. All of that blame falls Revan's shoulders." She turned back towards Revan, "You are a traitor to all Revan, you betrayed the Jedi and joined the Sith, only to betray them and Kill the Emperor's fist. Soon the Emperor himself will seek revenge for his fallen apprentice. When that happens this galaxy will be devoured by his power. Heed my warning Revan the traitor. You will burn. You will suffer, but you will not find the peace of death…." With that she brought her hands together above her head and with a clap she vanished in a thunderclap.

Revan looked over to Malek and could that Talzin's words had shaken him, if not only enraged him more. As Revan and Malek exited the temple and walked back to the ship he brought out his comlink, and ordered his men to level the temple. As the bombers laid waste to the night sister temple Revan heard mother Talzin's words whisper in the back of his mind "You will never find peace". With a shudder Revan boarded the Infiltrator and set a course for Korriban. He needed a rest, Malek had offered to deal with the remaining resistance on the planet before meeting up with him on Korriban.

*Five Days Later*

The trip back to Korriban had been long and boring for Revan. Once he arrived he had to make countless preparations for the temple before he could began recruiting new sith lords. He also had to attend countless meetings with the Mandolorian Commanders and the generals of Revan's loyalist Army known only as the Revanites. The Revanites had surprised him, many of them were republic soldiers who fought under him back when he killed the Mandolore. After hearing he had returned and of the Jedi's actions on Korriban they had left the republic, bringing a decent sized fleet with them. Having them made a slight difference, for it sowed seeds of doubt throughout the republic. People who had always remained loyal to the republic were beginning to believe in Revan's views over the Jedi. Revan's name had been kept a secret from the public. He always wore the mask of the Mandolore when in public and had gone by the name, the Butcher. His nickname had of course drawn out some questions, but for the most part people didn't question it….Sighing as he looked out over the temple being reconstructed he couldn't help but feel as though things were going well, for once….

*One month later*

Revan's armies had grown significantly over the last month, his temple on Korriban was quickly taking shape as he wanted it. Malek was still back on Dathomir battling a rebellion that had risen after Revan left. Malek had reported the rebellions were slowly getting weaker and weaker, frankly Revan hoped they continued. For as long as they continued he had reason to keep Malek on Dathomir and out the real fight where his rage and unbalanced mind could destroy everything. Though it pained Revan he had come to realize that recruiting Malek was a mistake. For even now, he knew Malek was thinking of a way to kill him. He also knew that with Malek no longer trustable he would need to find a new apprentice. This time however he would make sure to find an apprentice who was balanced. Looking around him at his throne room he sighed….The throne had been built out of the council chambers after the attack on the temple. It truly was beautiful, the most sacred place maybe in the galaxy for the Jedi had been torn down and rebuilt in his image, the true image. His lead mandolorian commander, Zakkeg had made countless suggestions for the throne room. Though some were good, most had simply been the ideas of a warmonger. At any rate Zakkeg was Revan's favorite mandolorian. Zakkeg had been able to convince all but one of the clans to join Revan's army. Thus Revan had named Zakkeg his second in command.

AS Revan stood from his throne and brought out his comlink to call Zakkeg in to spar his comlink buzzed just before he could say something. " Go ahead Zakkeg what news do you have?" Revan said icily.

"My Lord, there is a republic ship requesting access to our landing pad. They claim to be here on a diplomatic mission to speak with you. Shall we blow them out of space or allow them to land?"

Revan smiled slightly, "Allow them to land commander, I will meet them right outside on the temple landing pad."

*Ten Minutes Later*

Revan watched the ship land, he took note of how the pilot struggled to land evenly. Obviously whatever Jedi was aboard hadn't brought a decent pilot.

As the landing ramp lowered, Revan's hand rested on his fallen masters light saber. No sooner than the ramp touched the ground two rows of five men with blaster rifles marched down the ramp and assembled on either side of the path. Once done the shouldered their weapons as a group of robed figures marched down the ramp, there weren't very many….probably no more than ten. They all had light sabers hanging by their sides. Most of them men, of the three that were women. One was twilek and stood at the back of the group, the second was a togruta with long tales hanging down her chest. The final one who stood at the very front of the group, was a human female. As Revan's eyes met her face he was surprised to see the face of Bastila Shan…..

*Flashback Ten Years Ago*

Revan and Alec were running through the temple excitedly. They had just gotten their first light sabers and their master's had given them the night off. After running around randomly for fifteen minutes Alec had said, "I'm going to go find food….want to come? " Revan shook his head and pointed down the hall before saying, "I'm going to go to the arena and find someone to fight with so I can practice with my blade and learn the rest of the higher level sets."

Alec turned to smirk at Revan, " Don't lie Revan… we both know you just want to go watch Bastila practice with her master."

Revan's cheeks turned slightly pink before he said, " Oh just go get your food Alec…I'm going to practice." then he turned and ran off to the training arena.

As Revan walked through the doorway and into the arena chamber he heard the clashing of blades. Across the arena pairs of battling Jedi dueled, Revan's attention was quickly drawn to two figures in the center of the arena. Both warriors were armed with dual ended blades and were whirling them with blinding speed. The older and larger one was the temple blade master. The younger girl before him was nearly twelve years old, yet she was holding her ground against her master. As master and apprentice fought back and forth with their green blades a crowd began to build up around them, among them both Jedi masters and apprentices alike. Everyone wanted to see the blade master's "prodigy". Many had heard about her skills, saying they rivaled even her masters, and at such a young age.

As the duel wore on people slowly began to walk away except for Revan and a few other masters. But even as people thought it wouldn't come to an end the blades master twirled his blade in an interesting pattern before knocking apprentices blade out of her small hands and bring one end of his staff like blade to her neck to say, " Dead, though your skills in the Joyo form are greatly increasing my young padawan. Well done, your free for the rest of the night."

As she walked away another master walked up and bowed to the master before igniting his blade and beginning a duel. Bastila came to a stop and stood a few feet from Revan to watch her master. As the seconds turned into minutes of dueling she said out of to Revan without turning to face him, " You know, its rude to stare at people. " Then she turned to face him and dropped a hand to her saber hilt, " Don't you have something better to do than stare at me? Who are you anyways?"

Revan took a second to swallow the lump of nervousness in his throat before he said, "I….I'm Revan, Master Qwen-Sho's apprentice, and I uh….i was just watching you practice, your amazing…..i wish I were as good as you."

A smile slid across her face before she walked over and whispered in his ear, " Meet me on the roof of the temple tonight at midnight…" Then she walked away leaving Revan standing their alone.

`Midnight came quickly for Revan, in fact at the very stroke he was on the roof listening to speeders shoot by, he didn't even notice Bastila sneak up behind him. Next to his left ear a blazing green light lit into existence accompanied by the snap-hiss of a light saber flaring to life. in his right ear he heard Bastila whisper, "Dead" then she giggled and lowered her blade. "You know Revan, I've seen you and your friend practicing, you have the potential to be a great dueler...but your using the wrong form…..the way you fight, your style and attitude…it all points towards someone who would be a Djem-So style fighter. Yet still you use the flawed Atari form…..it wears you out to quickly….Have you ever seen the Djem-So form used in a duel." When he shook his head she sighed and with a smile split her blade into two separate handles and hung the spare on her belt. Then crouching into a defensive stance she said watch. No sooner than Revan nodded she launched into a elegant set of strikes and slashes. Watching her from afar Revan was amazed at how fluid and well honed her moves were. Each move no doubt the result of hours of training. Watching her go through the set Revan also noticed how it seemed as though she was dancing.

Unable to hold back from the question he asked her why she was dancing, he was shocked by her reply though..

"I'm not dancing Revan." She smiled slightly before explaining, " The Djem-So form is about elegance. When you use this form you set out to not only perform with great skill, but to look as though you are a master dueler. The goal of this form, is to look as though all your moves are effortless. To make your opponent fight harder. A great deal of timing goes into this, you can't block too quickly or the enemy will think your fighting brutally and mindlessly, but if your too slow they will think that you are weak. You need to land your blows in precise sync with your opponent, this will make them think you aren't trying, then they will lose faith in their own abilities….Here attack me, let me demonstrate"

Revan didn't waste a moment before pouncing through the air and beginning a set of fast and powerful attacks he had learned only a few days ago, to his surprise though, as each strike went toward Bastila she flicked her blade up to stop it, as though she wasn't trying to maintained a bored expression throughout the entire set before performing a roundhouse kick and knocking Revan on his back. with a flick her wrist her blade was at his throat, an evil grin spread across her face, "Dead" after she helped him to his feet, "Meet me here every other day at the same time and we will practice…ill tech you Djem-So.." With that she turned and started walking away.

"Why are you helping me though Bastila?" She froze when he asked her….

"Because Revan, being the prodigy that I am, many people are afraid of me, just people are afraid of you and your force powers…Sometimes its nice to have a friend."

Revan watched her walked off….a smile slid across his lips…he couldn't wait to tell Alec….

For three years they met and trained on the roof, Alec never believed Revan when he told him about Bastila. But Revan enjoyed his time with her on the roof….

*End Of Flashback *

Present Day

As Bastila walked towards Revan he reached out through the force expecting to feel anger radiating off of her due to the fact that he had killed her master but instead he found an aura of peacefulness and balance. As she came to a stop before him, he snickered before saying, " The Jedi must be desperate if they sent the finest duelist in the entire Jedi order…."

Revan saw her body stiffen, she had recognized his voice despite his mask. a glimmer of fire sparked in her eyes before she said, "IM only here Revan, because the Jedi want to make peace. They do not approve of the massacre on Korriban. They feel that Kota and Kanan mislead the order, and knowingly sent have of us to their deaths, therefore they want to establish a treaty with you and your mandolorian empire." With a deep breath she added, " I however want to hear your side of this story, what truly happened here Revan? What did you find in the far reaches of space that convinced you that this-" She gestured to the temple then the piles of fallen being burned. "- was the proper course of action? What made you become so unbalanced? What excuse can possibly account for all the death you've brought to this world, and to the surrounding systems?"

Revan took a long moment to think, then he went on to tell everything he had gone through from the moment that he killed the Mandolore, up to the present moment before her ship had landed. After his story he added, "Bastila, what happened to your master-"

"No!", she said with her voice shaking though he couldn't tell if it was with anger or sorrow…."My master, died defending what he believed was right. Though he may have been following orders given from a traitorous leader, he was being loyal nonetheless. You having killed him makes a very obvious statement, your more powerful than anyone in this galaxy who dares to oppose you. Stronger than any of the surviving council members, stronger even then me the Prodigy of the Jedi order's most skilled swordsman. It is obvious at this point that no one will stop you with a blade, and seeing as how I was sent here with orders to kill you should you reject our truce. Thus I beg you Revan, the war between Jedi and the mandolorians took enough friends from me, don't make me kill you…"

Revan's smile faded away as he realized what was going to happen, " Bastila, you know your possibly my greatest friend except for Alec, with him having lost his way you might be my only remaining friend in this galaxy. Though it pains me to say this, I cannot give out on my chance to bring peace and order to the galaxy. If I surrendered to the Jedi, the lies they have spread would only spread further and create more chaos. The powers I have found aren't completely evil Bastila, some of them are helpful for example-" Revan drew his knife from his belt and carved a long cut down his arm, after he did this he drew from the energy within his light saber hilt and his wound started putting off black smoke. When it cleared his arm was fully healed, not even a scratch remained. "I'm not the evil monster that people have made me out to be Bastila, I just want to bring true peace to the galaxy."

Bastila dropped her hand down to the hilt of her dual ended saber, then said slowly, " Revan, im sorry it came to this, you and I had a long history….."

As her green blades sprang to life and she moved towards Revan he ignited his own red blades and moved towards her…

End of Chapter 3

That cliffhanger eh?

Until next time,

May the force set you free :)