Leon ran towards the battle, roaring in rage as he raised his saber above his head. He slashed down as he neared Nernyn, who was busy dueling with four other lightsaber wielding warriors. The Emperor's movements were effortless, as if even this was just a nuisance to him. When Leon's saber came down to kill him, he merely sidestepped it and knocked Leon's saber into the oncoming attacks of the other combatants. "You've gotten sloppy, Revan," the Emperor snarled, flipping away from the battle and unleashing a torrent of Sith lightning. The united warriors barely raised their weapons in time to survive the incoming wave of death, the resulting imbalance of energy forcing them all to slide backwards until the Emperor ceased the attack.

Leon growled, still torn between denying what all around him claimed and desiring rage from the depths of his soul. The vengeance won out. "I'm going to rip you to shreds!" he screamed, using the Force to appear next to the Sith Lord in a flash. Their sabers flashed as their magnetic fields broke and the plasma mixed. "I'm going to destroy you, Schutta!"

"I wish you remembered everything," the pale, twisted Twi'lek responded, shooting a sharp toothed and cruel grin at the Knight. He flicked his wrist and sent Leon stumbling backwards. The young man barely raised his weapon in time to deflect the incoming counterattack. "It would make my vengeance all the more satisfying. I have to admit, I was sad that I didn't get to kill you in person the first time. I intend to ensure I have no regrets the second time around."

Leon didn't respond, instead shouting in rage again and unleashing a flurry of fast, unpredictable attacks at the Emperor. The black blade moved about like lightning as the other duelists joined him and tried to distract the Emperor long enough for at least one of their blades to catch him. However, every attack was parried at the last moment by the still smirking Twi'lek. "And you!" the Emperor shouted, flicking his wrist and releasing a powerful wave of the Force. Those surrounding him flew away as he ducked beneath the attack from behind. He raised his weapon and blocked Cade Skywalker's assault. "Cade Skywalker. Choosing family over friends, even if he's blown up planets."

"Okay. Auresh: so have you. Besh... he's like, four or five times removed," the old Jedi joked, turning into an even faster attack that even the Sith Emperor seemed to have trouble deflecting. "Cresh: I wouldn't quite say he's Revan, would you?"

"No, I suppose not," the Emperor replied, ducking the next attack and spinning away. There was a sharp snap-hiss as a second crimson blade erupted from the other end of his lightsaber. He pressed his assault on Cade, the elder Jedi easily keeping up with every movement. Leon stopped running towards them and just gazed on in awe. He was sure he'd only get in the way if he tried to help. On the other hand, he was still enraged beyond control, so he joined in anyways.

Leon snarled to himself and poured energy into his legs, leaping at the Emperor and bringing his attack crashing into the secondary blade of his enemy's saber. "You seem tense," the Emperor noted, sneering as he shoved both Cade and Leon to their knees. He shoved them back with the Force then delivered a flourishing slash aimed at the two men's necks. "I believe you hold your stress in your neck, so how about I help you get rid of it."

"Ok, creepy," Leon remarked, rolling forward and slashing at the Sith Lord's legs. The Emperor lightly jumped over the attack while catching Cade's incoming blade on a storm of Force energy in his left hand. Leon rolled to his feet behind the Emperor and aimed his saber like a rapier at the Sith's dangling lekku. "And, sure you can help. By dying." The black energy flashed forward, the white sparks in the trail creating an image of a night sky. The Emperor laughed and deactivated his secondary blade, parrying each blow as he held Cade still with his off hand.

"Even united, the six of you cannot defeat me," the Emperor said, spinning his blade around Leon's and sending the black lightsaber soaring from the young Knight's hands. He brought the blade up to hover just below Leon's chin, smirking as the deactivated saber clattered uselessly against the hangar floor. His gaze drifted slightly towards Cade. "Though that may be because you keep holding back."

"I've already killed one Sith Emperor. It's some else's turn, Rhen," Cade said solemnly, his gaze locked with the young Twi'lek's.

In response, the Sith's eyes widened in rage. "Don't call me that," he warned darkly, turning the energy of his green saber back on the Jedi. Cade was too quick, however, somehow moving out of the attack's path. "No one call me that!" He dropped his blade from Leon's throat and rushed the old Jedi.

"Why are you just standing there?!" Cade snapped at the Knight as he deflected a wild strike.

Leon flinched back to reality, noticing that his hand was at his throat, clamped over the place where the lightsaber had been just moments before. He held his hand out and pulled his weapon back to his hand. "Leon!" Mari shouted, coming up beside him. "Leon we don't have a chance if Cade won't go all out."

"I know," Leon muttered, reigniting his blade. He couldn't help against the Emperor, and he couldn't do anything to convince Cade to fight either. He looked up as the yellow eyed Var and Vallen came to his side. He sighed, brokenly, while they stared at him. They expected him to make decisions. Fifteen minutes since the Emperor claimed Leon was Revan, and it was already like Leon didn't exist. "I have an idea." He raised comms. "Deranis, the ship ready to go?"

"Yes and... no."

"No?"

"Well, we can fly... and get shot out of the sky as soon as we do," he responded. "The blockade's shut. The Eagle's fast, but... well, I doubt its designed to be the target of millions of turbolasers at any given moment."

"That won't be a problem," Vallen cut in. She looked over at Leon. "Lord Revan, the Emperor's personal hangar will have a stand down signal installed in his shuttle, if memory serves. I can activate it from there. Even if he deactivates it, if you leave in the next half hour you should be able to escape through the gap."

"Why would he even have that?"

"Can we focus on why she just called you 'Revan?'" Deranis shouted. Artoo whistled behind him. "What do you mean Leon's Revan?"

"You knew!? No – we'll talk about this later!" Leon snapped. "Are the blaster cannons operational on the Eagle?"

"Why wouldn't they be?" Deranis asked, confused.

"The Eagle is the next hangar over," Mari muttered, Leon's plan dawning on her.

"Exactly. Fire them at the... east wall in t-" There was a loud explosion that drowned out the rest of Leon's command. There was a brand new, gaping hole in the wall with the Crimson Eagle laying just beyond it. The cannons smoked as they released all their excess heat. "Oh, karking great! I was about to say 'in ten minutes.' Now -"

"It doesn't matter," Var growled. He gestured at Vallen. "Go activate the stand down signal." He turned to Leon and Mari. "We're not making it out of this, so take your crew, Lord Revan, and escape. Recover your power and find the Forge. Then you can claim all of our revenge."

"You're all just taking this on faith?" Leon asked. "W-what if she was lying? Or wrong!? What if I'm not Revan?"

"The Emperor believes you to be, which is enough for now," his master responded. The old man's eyes softened and he placed a hand on Leon's shoulder. "Go."

Leon opened his mouth to protest, then his voice caught when he saw the pleading in his master's eyes. "It – I wish it didn't have to be this way," Leon muttered.

"Keep him safe," Var told Marien.

"Of course," she said quietly. She grabbed Leon's wrist and ran towards the Eagle as Var sprinted towards Nernyn, a distraction. Mari raised her comm to her mouth. "Cade, we're leaving."

"I kinda got that, lady!" the old Jedi retorted from across the room, handsprining out of the path of a wall of Force Lightning towards the Eagle. "It's literally as obvious as a gaping hole in the wall."

"Okay, the blockade is starting to drift apart. Who the hell designed these codes, a Mandalorian initiate?" Deranis asked, mocking half of his own family.

"Someone who constantly worries he's going to be betrayed, actually," Cade said as he caught up with Leon and Mari. "Krayt had the same thing. Also, wow, Var is badass."

"Where do you think I got all of my skills?" Ana asked, running beside the old Jedi.

"Oh, kriff no!" Leon shouted.

"Hey, you're going to want all of the allies you can get," the redhead retorted.

"I don't think you quite qualify," Mari remarked.

"Oh, stuff it you Chiss -"

"Can we not right now!" Cade snapped. He gestured behind them at the battle that Var was losing, despite his best efforts. "She's one of the people not trying to kill us, and that's an ally in my book."

"Fi –" Leon stumbled and fell to his knees just as Var cried out in pain. He clutched at his chest, a searing cold line of pain erupting. "AGH!" He screamed as the pain suddenly overcame him, the connection with his master dying with the old man.

"Leon!" Mari gasped.

"Theron!" Ana said worriedly.

"My name is Leon," the Knight snapped at the Jedi, driving the pain off with his rage. He stumbled to his feet and began to limp towards the ship.

"Don't worry about getting it wrong, Ana. He's about to die, either way," a voice behind them said. Leon fell to his knees once more, now clutching at his throat as an iron fist tried to clench the life from him. The Emperor walked towards him, ignoring the other three who backed away slowly. With a smooth movement of his hand, he raised Leon a few feet from the floor. "Leon F. Reht. Theron Fel. I always hated anagrams."

"You're just noticing that?" Cade asked mockingly. He laughed at the broken Twi'lek. "It took me, what, two seconds?"

The Emperor ignored him. "Please, beg for your life. It will make this so much better."

"Sorry, your Grace, but I don't think so," Mari snapped, her saber finding itself buried hilt deep into the Emperor's side. The cyborg roared in pain and Leon's vision began to tunnel as he hit the floor. There was a massive blast of Force energy, and the world went black.

SWSWSWSWSW

He awoke in the medbay of the Eagle with a singular thought – I really get knocked out in fights a lot. He clutched his head, grimacing at the dull ache running through it. "Good, you're awake," Cade noted. Leon's head snapped up at the old Jedi, who was leaning against the door frame. He looked incredibly dour.

"Var and Vallen didn't make it," Leon stated, throwing his feet off of the bed.

"No. But that wasn't a question, then was it," Cade noted. He pushed off of the door frame and frowned. "But... it is worse than that."

"What do you mean?" Leon asked. Cade's face fell, and Leon felt deeper worry. "Cade, what the kark happened?"

"Um... why don't you come out and talk with Ana and me first. You'll want to ask other uestions before we get to the bad news," the old man explained sadly. He turned and left the medbay without another word, leaving the confused and worried Imperial Knight – Former, Leon reminded himself with a growl. – behind. After a few seconds, he stood up and followed while forcing himself to forget his worried questions for a moment.

Cade, Artoo, and Ana Gann were waiting for the young man around the holochess table, neither able to meet his gaze. Leon just stared both the organics down for a while, trying to feel anything but the hollow pain in his gut. Finally, he could bear the quiet no longer. "Where are we heading?"

"Coruscant," Ana said.

"It's the only place that will take us, seeing as we're already likely labeled traitors," Leon remarked. He sighed sadly. Is this what his life had come to? An alliance with the Triumvirate? "I think I'm learning to hate irony. Okay, Coruscant it is."

"Don't you have any questions about -"

"Not for you," Leon said hoarsely, shooting an angry glare at the old Jedi. "Just... not from any of you. I do want to know what you both want from me?"

"Exiting the stage of denial, I see," Cade noted.

"Answer the damn question," Leon snapped.

Cade frowned but nodded. "The Force surrounds you like no other. Theron, I've already seen what one of our family – what a Skywalker can do if they Fall. And I followed the Holonet, so I know what you can do if you Fall. I knew I found you because the Force didn't want that anymore. You're meant for more than just being a mindless Sith."

"You came along to force me to make the choice you wanted."

"To keep things in perspective for you," Cade countered.

"Whatever," Leon muttered. He put his hands in his pockets. "Where's Mari? I need to talk to her."

The room grew cold as ice, and Leon laughed nihilistically to hold in his pain. "So that's the bad news? She's dead?" he asked, his voice on the verge of breaking. But he held strong, despite his shaking knees.

"Taken prisoner," Cade said.

"So tortured then dead," Leon snapped. "How could you let that happen!?"

"I -"

"It was you wasn't it?" Leon cut in, whirling on Ana. "You hated that she was with the man you loved. The man you -"

"Leon!"

"So you only cared about me because you thought I'm Revan?" Leon snapped. He opened his mouth to say more, but stopped, wondering if he'd regret it. Finally deciding he would, Leon turned from the two, letting his cloak-like jacket whirl around him in a flourish, and marched off. "Wake me when we get to Coruscant." Leon ignored the next few calls for him to listen, but they died off after a few moments. He needed to be alone, or at least as alone as he could be.

Leon entered the living quarters and locked the blast door shut behind him. He slowly slid down the door, clutching his face and trying to hold in his tears. He didn't want to do this. That would mean that he was right about everything so far, that he hadn't been lying about the future. Revan had claimed that Leon would call for his aid after leaving Ruusan, just as he had claimed Mari would inevitably betray Leon. "F-fine," he growled to himself, letting his hands fall to the ground, palms up. "Sithspit, you win. Revan, help me."

"Of course," the Sith Lord said, stepping out of the shadows. His mask was gone, revealing the blood red irises and shaggy brown hair of Leon Reht.

"So it is true. I was holding out hope," Leon said. He scoffed and brought his elbows up to rest on his knees, his hands dangling between his legs. "I am Theron Fel."

"Well, kind of," Revan responded, sitting down to mirror Leon at the opposite side of the room. He had a perpetual smirk, one that Leon really hoped he didn't usually have plastered to his own face. "You're a clone. I'm not quite sure who made you, and honestly who gives a kriff? It's not the interesting part, is it?"

"I'm glad to see... I'm having fun?" Leon hissed.

"Good. Besides, the important thing is what you want from me," Revan said, his evil grin widening. "Anything that you want is yours."

"What is it you want?" Leon asked after a moment, eyes narrowed angrily.

"Ooh!" Revan said, slamming his palms together. "Good, you're learning. I was beginning to think you were hopeless, even with my genetic code. Well, what I want right at this moment is vengeance."

"And the long run, dammit?" Leon growled, jumping to his feet and advancing on the Sith.

Revan just laughed caustically. "You can't threaten the dead... Hm? What should I call you now? I'm feeling a bit of deja vu. Went through a similar identity crisis back during my adventuring days. Though I suppose it doesn't matter. You'll surrender it all when you claim our destiny to rule the galaxy as the Darth Revan."

"This isn't funny," Leon snapped.

Revan's smirk disappeared, replaced by a sneer. He didn't move, though he somehow made Leon feel like he was small from where he sat on the ground. "And I'm not laughing," Revan growled, cowing Leon further. "So stop whining like a damn child and tell me what you kriffing want from me, you two cred, cheap excuse for a copy."

Leon glared down at the Sith Lord, knowing that the dead man had absolutely all the power in this relationship. He didn't want to say it, he didn't want to say any of it. But then his mind wandered to Marien, captured by the Empire. Just a few weeks from death. "Teach me everything you know," Leon begged, letting his chin fall to his chest and his knees to the floor. "Master."

Revan's red eyes glowed victoriously in the darkness. "Of course, my apprentice."