This is the Force, Revan

by Killapanda666

The Jedi Master's had a plan, to use Revan's memories to destroy the Sith. The Force had a plan too, screw the 'wisdom' of the council, it was going to do things it's way, and do what was necessary to make it happen. How would that change things?

1. Chapter 1

AN: This was a little something I've been sitting on for a good few years, every time I played the game on PC (coz I don't have Xbox). If you're reading this then you've probably read some other stories of the same kind, where Revan maintains his identity after what the Jedi Council did to him. As with my other fics i will do my best to make this as original as possible from everything else similar to my own creation.

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Emotion, yet peace.

Ignorance, yet knowledge.

Passion, yet serenity.

Chaos, yet harmony.

Death, yet the Force.

"Tell me Revan," an old hooded woman asked. "What do you know of the codes of which the Sith and the Jedi preach?"

"I know of the Sith code and I know the Jedi code like the back of my hand, Master." Revan replied.

"Do you know how these codes were put into place, or why?" Revan's master, Kreia asked again.

"I can only assume that they were put into place to make sure that we use the Force correctly."

"You are young so it is an answer that I had expected from you. Tell me, of which code do you think predates the other?" she asked again.

"The Jedi code was in place long before the code of the Sith was scripted. The Sith created their code to contrast that of the Jedi." Revan answered.

"True, but also false. The Sith code was created to promote the pursuit of power of the Force and their belief that the strong ruled the weak; in direct contrast to the Jedi who use their command of the Force to help those who cannot help themselves. Which code do you think teaches the lessons needed to use the Force?"

"Well the Jedi don't use the Force for personal gain, only to help others…but the Sith use the power of the Force for themselves when the Force touches everything in the galaxy, even those that cannot feel or hear it. I believe, Master, that both codes have merit when the right situation calls for it but they are both fundamentally flawed." Revan answered finally.

"Did you know that long ago, when the Order was in its infancy they too went by a different code? I shall recite it for you and you tell me what you think. Emotion, yet peace. Ignorance, yet knowledge. Passion yet serenity. Chaos, yet Harmony. Death, yet the Force."

"Well this code seems far more lenient, in allows us to be people instead of droids and grants us room for error. It enables us to be able to feel but to be in control of ourselves and our feelings, something that I feel we should all be entitled to."

"Indeed. Does it interest you to know that it was by the whispers of the Force that gave way to that particular mantra, that the Force acted through the very first Jedi that existed in how to use its awesome power?"

"I didn't now such a thing was possible."

"Nor would you, the Jedi High Council had this knowledge sealed away a long, long time ago. Fortunately for a chronicler of the Jedi archives I had stumbled upon it and became enthralled. It seems as though, sometimes, when people in the galaxy would want to hide things…the Force will act as it will and try restore a semblance of order, where there is Light there is also Darkness, they coexist at the same time in a murky grey, just waiting to be heard." Kreia paused a moment.

"It is curious to note however that only when those who were highly emotional, had little control and were quite passionate individuals in their own right, did the Jedi start to make claims on what was an act of the Dark Side of the Force, and what was act of the Light. I believe the Force has always been and shall be grey, neither purely dark or entirely white and that anyone Force Sensitive can hear its call if they wish. Even a broken mind can be fixed when the Force is in question."

"This is fascinating Master Kreia." Revan thanked.

"Think nothing of it young Apprentice, I only hope you are able to take my teachings and use them efficiently."

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Jon Sanrus jolted awake with a gaping breathe just in time to catch himself from crashing into the cold hard floor of the Endar Spire as the ship shook violently.

"What the…?" he asked in disbelief as he felt a sense of great malevolence descend upon him. He had always been a firm believer in the Force and to that of the Jedi ways and he could recount times in his life that he could swear the Force, as strange as it sounded, was acting through him, teaching him things. This is what the thought the Jedi were interested in him for, why he was here in the Endar Spire, in Bastila Shan's company, but he was mistaken, they wanted him with Bastila for his great linguistic ability and other unique skills. His head gave a huge thrum of pain suddenly just as the door in front of him slid open.

"The Sith are attacking the Endar Spire, we have to fend them off till Bastila's escaped. Bastila's the key to the whole republic war effort-"

"Shut up you fool!" Jon cut him off, rifling through the footlocker in front of his bed for clothing and fingering the weapons inside, a blaster pistol and a long sword. Thinking quickly Jon snatched up the short sword after strapping on some basic armor. "Instead of shouting your mouth off you can tell me what you know of the enemies numbers, how many Sith troopers we should expect to find." Jon snapped.

"Err, right. I'm Trask Ulgo by the way." Jon gave a withering glare. "Um there's Sith troopers in the dozens, they're scouring the ship for Bastila-" Jon cut him off as a feeling of immediate danger flashed in his head. Rushing to the closed durasteel door and hushing Trask the door swung open and Sith troopers funneled in the bunk room. Blind sighting the Sith troopers Jon executed a long kata leaving the four Sith that had just rushed in to fall dead on the floor.

"Huh, what the hell was that?" Trask squeaked, completely shocked at what he saw.

"Shut up fool. We don't have time for your pointless questions, unless you want to get us killed! Don't answer that, just be quiet, follow me and do as I say and you'll live." Needless to say they ran into a few squads of white armored Sith before running into a Dark Jedi in battle with a Jedi.

"That's a dark Jedi, this fight's too much for us!" Trask called just as several explosions went off. A tremor went through Jon however and by instinct he pulled at the Jedi, watching in wonder as the Jedi that would be toast flew out of the depressurized room and into Trask and Jon, though Jon caught the brunt of the crash.

'The Force can be used to push and pull various objects, one needs only to concentrate and have a focused mind.' Jon heard inside his head, the voice strangely familiar to that of the woman in his dream. Shaking his head Jon scrambled to his feet, hoisting the downed Jedi onto his shoulders, the Jedi out cold from the impact. Trask was gaping at Jon at what he'd just witnessed.

"What the…how in the world did you do that?"

"I have no idea, I'll think about it once where of this ship! Now let's keep moving before more Sith show up!" Jon commanded as he discarded the short sword he had in favor of one of the blasters from one of the dead Sith troopers. It was banged up but it was still in pretty good condition.

The Force must have been with them as they had only met up with a few Sith Troopers, going through the Bridge of the ship to the side where the escape pods were located before coming to a sealed door.

"This is Carth Onasi on your Personal Communicator. I've been tracking you through the Endar Spire's life support System. Bastila's escape pods away so you don't have too much time before the Sith blow this ship into galactic space dust. The Room in front of you is full with a squad of Sith Troopers, you could repair the damaged droid to help you or you could use the terminal to vent poison into the next room." Carth said through the small device. Being a person versed in quite a few skill sets Jon forwent the damaged droid and vented the next room with gas. Trask had put his head to the door and heard a series of bodily thumps before the door opened. After that it was a simple sprint through the next few rooms to the escape pods, where we met Carth who was waiting for us.

"Good you made it, The Endar Spire's going to blow we better get out of here while we still have the option." Carth then spied the Jedi Jon was carrying.

"Is that-"

"Shut up and get in the pod!" Jon commanded. Needless to say they all got into the small cylinder and shot of into space; just as the Endar Spire exploded. Spying through a window the three conscious members of the pod picked up several other pods arking across the sky. One in particular caught Jon's attention; it felt strange but familiar all the same.

"That's Bastila's pod, its going to have a far worse landing then normal, I hope it lands somewhere out of the way or she's done for." Jon commented.

"I wouldn't worry about her just yet; we're in a little bit of trouble ourselves!" Carth called, indicating towards the skyscrapers that were fast approaching our pod.

'With the Force nothing is impossible.' Jon heard the same woman's voice in his head.

"If we hit that then we're all dead!" Trask yelped in panic.

'Ok let's see, I can feel something, it's either my imagination or it's the Force, there's one way to find out.' Jon said to himself as he imagined an invisible hand taking hold around the pod, sweat quickly accumulating on his brow. 'It…won't move…Move!' he mentally yelled. The pod veered to the side slightly but it was enough that the pod didn't suffer a head on collision. The pod smacked into the top of the skyscraper, the abrupt motion causing Jon to slam his head into the wall of the pods interior. Then everything went black.

'All thing are connected with the Force, Feel the currents of life around you, the ebb of life. This is the Force, All our choices, from the greatest to the smallest, affect each other. And the echoes travel.'

"I can feel this…planet…I can't shut it out. It's louder now… it hurts. All these people…"

'Do not turn away from it Revan! This is the Force, all the life on this planet, speaking through the Force just waiting to be heard. A Jedi can control what he hears, learn to shut it out and learn to live with it over time; it is the measure of strength between those that wield the Force. You have been awoken to the Power of the Force, now you must deal with it.' Jon jolted awake with a gasp gaining the immediate attention of those present.

"It's good to see you awake instead of thrashing around in your sleep in the air. You must have been having one hell of a nightmare." Jon recognized the voice as Carth's from earlier.

"Yes well I'm far more interested how he was using the Force to float in his sleep than anything else." A rather stuck up voice cut in, drawing Jon's attention to the speaker. Apon seeing her he immediately recognized her as the Jedi he had saved. Sitting up he rubbed his eyes.

"Where are we?" he mumbled.

"We crashed on Taris, a Sith controlled world. I was able to drag you two into this abandoned apartment before anyone came to investigate, and salvaged what I could." Carth explained.

"Where's Trask?" Jon asked not seeing the last member of those in the escape pod with him. A troubled look passed over Carth's face and the lady Jedi's eyes grew heavy.

"He…didn't survive impact. The pod had more people in it then it can safely handle. He died in impact with the ground when we landed."

"There is no death, there is the Force." The Jedi muttered quietly to herself.

"Death is part of life, he's better off wherever he is now then he would be here anyway. Force help me, my head feels like someone landed a Freighter on it."

"Yes, that is something I wish to talk with you about, Commander Onasi would you mind scouting the surface a bit, I wish to talk privately with this man." Carth eyed the Jedi and Jon suspiciously but did as he was asked. When the doors closed the Jedi rounded on Jon so fast her head looked like it would twist off.

"Who are you? How can you use the Force when you're not part of the Order?" she demanded.

"I heard whispers through the Force, for the first time in a long while…whatever the Master's were trying to do to my mind, reestablishing my link to the Force, by its own will, has shattered them." he replied.

"That hardly answers my questions, and what do you mean that the Jedi Master's were trying to do something to you?" She retorted flatly. She felt a wave of Force energy funnel around her body, trapping her in her place.

"The Jedi council had attempted to wipe my mind of my identity and program me with a new one so they could hack into my memories. The thing is that my mind was starting to stitch itself back together the second the damage was done to me in the first place; the said damage to my mind just happens to have finished being repaired and now I remember who I am."

"Which is…" the female Jedi asked, trying not to feel at least a little intimidated by what was going on right now.

"I am Revan, Darth Malak's former Sith Master. That bloody moron just had to go off and go for the power play, I knew something like this would happen ever since Telos, but at least Malak paid for that tragedy, I beat him within an inch of his life." By this time Revan took a moment to notice that the Jedi he was binding with the Force had an expression of pure terror upon her.

"Calm yourself girl, you'll make yourself pass out, or would you rather I make you calm down, I do have several ways to do that; just breathe slowly and calm down, I'll explain everything." There was a tense silence in the apartment for a handful of minutes till Revan was satisfied that his captive had calmed down sufficiently to be capable of understanding him.

"When the Jedi strike team boarded my flagship Malak saw it as an opportunity to usurp the title as Dark Lord of the Sith and tried to take me out from his ship, there was an explosion that engulfed me and I was knocked unconscious. Bastila, who was with the strike team, saved my life and brought my body to the Masters on Dantooine. Now we already know that the Jedi don't believe in killing their prisoners and I was in the possession of vital information that could help them, only, they didn't even give me a chance to say anything before they tried to wipe my mind and program it with the identity of Jon Sanrus in hopes that I'd lead them to whatever secret weapon that the Sith were using to fuel their conquest of the galaxy. Now that information is the only piece of my memory that is in fragments, because the new identity was programmed to draw out those specific memories they're even further away then before had the Masters not gone through with their little operation on my psyche." Revan heaved a sigh, waving his hand idly to the captive Jedi who slumped to the ground, the shock at the words in her mind coming down on her like a physical weight.

"This doesn't make any sense…" she mumbled. Revan scoffed.

"This makes perfect sense, Jedi. Though don't you find it odd that if I was as the galaxy and the council feared, why am I still here and you're still alive?"

"I…"

"Do you know why I took the Title of Lord of the Sith? Would it surprise you to know that unlike so many others that were seduced by the whispers of the Dark side of the Force, I willingly sought out the teachings of the Sith out of necessity; I did what I did because if I didn't then there was no possible way that I could save the galaxy from the driving force of the Mandelorian Wars. After that battle at Malacore V my fleet left to the outer regions I realized after everything that I had done, the state of the Republic as it was after the war would be defenseless against the looming threat of those that instigated the burning of dozens of worlds across the Outer Rim by the Mandelorians. And I knew then too, that if my army was to go against this force then we'd surely be crushed. That is why I turned to the Sith, and returned to the Republic as a conqueror, I had the plan to rebuild the Republic in preparation for the war that was to come… alas that was not to be, and now here we are."

"What in the name of the Force could you possibly want me to do with this knowledge?" the now crying Jedi asked. Revan shrugged.

"I've no idea; though don't go telling that I'm Revan to everyone you meet, they won't take that very well. For now I think you should call me by my pseudo identity, by the way, I never got yours."

"My name is Akana Thraayen, I was newly appointed to Jedi knight shortly before this new war broke out." She answered.

"Oh good, then you're not a run of the mill green horn, you at least know what your doing. This will help in our goal to rescue Bas' though I'm very certain that she'll deny having being rescued."

"Huh?" was Akana's intelligent response.

"Bastila." Revan elaborated. "She and I go way back, I was probably nineteen when Bastila was just coming into her own within the Enclave on Dantooine. We'd have been a lot more than friends at one point but the mandelorian wars broke out and I rallied what Jedi I could and went to war; Bastila from what I knew of her then, would have been destroyed and thrown herself into her Jedi training just so she could forget what we shared."

"But the rule of attachment, the code states-" Akana broke out.

"The Jedi code is flawed, it is but a revised, albeit far more stricter form of the code then it was originally intended to be, never mind the Sith code. This is the original version and the code that I go by and will continue to go by till I pass on to the great beyond: Emotion, yet peace. Ignorance, yet knowledge. Passion yet serenity. Chaos, yet Harmony. Death, yet the Force."

"But the code…"

"The true testament of strength is to be able to have all these things in your possession and learning to control them rather than letting them control you. The revised code of There is no Emotion, there is peace, was put in place out of fear; fear that these base emotions were what allowed the Force's greater power to warp a persons mind and body towards what is known as the Dark Side of the Force. Your current Jedi code is flawed because it was based in a direct reflection to that which is was preaching against." Akana just sat there, completely stumped, in just a few short moments Revan had totaled her entire world.

Crath came back to the hideout to see a relaxing Jon and a stunned Akana, the war veteran instantly picking up a change between the two.

"What the heck happened here?" he asked quickly sealing the door.

"Nothing, it's just that Jon is a Jedi that's incognito for security reasons and this has forced his hand to reveal his status. What did you find out?" Akana replied, seemingly recovered from her shock earlier.

"Taris is under Sith control. Their fleet is orbiting the planet, they've declared martial law and they've imposed a planet-wide quarantine. But I've been in worse spots. I saw on your service records that you understand a remarkable number of alien languages. That's pretty rare in a raw recruit, but it should come in handy while we're stranded on a foreign world. There's no way the Republic will be able to get anyone through the Sith blockade to help us. If we're going to find Bastila and get off this planet, we can't rely on anybody but ourselves."

"Bastila's alive?" Akana said in surprise.

"Bastila is the key to the whole Republic war effort. The Sith must have found out she was on the Endar Spire and set an ambush for us in this system. I believe Bastila was on one of the escape pods that crashed down here on Taris. For the sake of the Republic war effort, we have to try and find her. Besides id she wasn't alive I don't think the Sith would have bothered with the quarantine."

"Bastila's a Jedi, a new one but she is a Jedi, she knows how to take care of herself, we're not helpless." Akana bit out.

"Bastila's going to need our help." Carth said with a shake of his head. "Many of Darth Malak's followers have mastered the dark side of the Force, and the Sith have already killed more than their share of Jedi in this war." Akana tensed up but did not falter. "I doubt anyone's specifically looking for us anymore: we're not that important."

"A mistake they'll regret making." Revan said flatly rousing from unconsciousness.

"But if we're careful we can move about the planet without attracting notice; a luxury Bastila won't have. She's going to have half the Sith fleet looking for her. They know how vital she is to the war effort." Carth said seemingly ignoring Revan's little contribution to the discussion, however one sided it was.

"Any idea where we should start looking for Bastila?" Akana asked, ready to get back on track.

"While you two were doing whatever you two were doing I did some scouting around. There are reports of a couple escape pods crashing down into the Undercity. That's probably a good place to start. But the Undercity is a dangerous place. We don't want to go in there unprepared. It won't do Bastila any good if we go and get ourselves killed."

"Just figured that out did you?" Revan said sarcastically. Again Carth seemed to ignore it.

"Come on," Akana said moving towards the door. "I want to scout this planet out a bit."

"Good idea. We can use this abandoned apartment as a base, and we can probably get some equipment and supplies here in the Upper City. Just remember to keep a low profile. I've heard some grim stories about the Dark Jedi interrogation techniques. They say the Force can do terrible things to a mind. It can wipe away your memories and destroy your very identity!" Revan gave a look at Akana who's face had gotten white hearing what the council did to him could have been a technique of the Dark Side.

"But I figure if we don't do anything stupid we should be okay." Carth said, continuing on as if there was no byplay happening right in front of him.

"Like wearing Jedi robes on a Sith controlled world, we need to get you some new clothes there Akana or we'll be busted for sure." Revan pointed out, Carth agreeing with Revan's assessment.

"I mean, after all, they're... they're looking for Bastila, not a couple of grunts like us. So we actually have to look the part, Jon and I'll get you a change of clothes." Carth added. Revan picked up an idle datapad and pocketed it, picking up the vibroblade nearby and equipped it to his waist.

"We shan't be long in returning with some clothes for you, my dear." Revan said with a slight snicker before he and Carth left the apartment.

Seconds after setting foot out of the apartment there was a bark of noise. It turned out to be a Sith raid party or one human with two droids that were harassing a very scared pair of Duros who were probably innocent…and near broke. Revan went to move right passed them but the Sith took notice of movement in his peripheral vision.

"What's this, humans living amongst aliens? They're Republic fugitives, attack!" immediately the Duros being harassed moved out of sight of the blaster fire while Carth, like a strike of lightning, had drawn his blaster pistol and was shooting at the Sith, leaving Revan to deal with the droids. After a brief shower of sparks from a now junk pile of broken assault droids and a dead Sith officer the Duros came out of hiding.

[Are you alright?] Revan asked in Duros native tongue, it wasn't completely fluent but it was good enough.

[I am uninjured. I thank you, human. I can dispose of the bodies for you, if you wish? I do not wish Sith attention any more than you may.] He answered.

[I would be grateful.] Revan replied before turning to Carth who had been stripping the Sith corpse of anything of value.

"So how much is a Sith worth these days?" Revan asked jovially.

"25 credits, it would be more but I seemed to have destroyed a chip or two in my zeal." Carth muttered handing Revan the credits. Revan shook his head.

"No kidding, you seemed to lose yourself in your blaster fire. Your not going to be like that every time you see a Sith are you? Coz that'll cause problems for us." Revan turned to move onward before turning his head to the side. "Next time shoot higher as not to accidentally shoot potential bounties."

"You were just going to let these Sith take those Duros away?"

"We can't stay incognito amongst the Sith if you shoot them when you see them. Control yourself or I'll get Akana to accompany me from now on. After I get her some new clothes that is." Grumpily Carth holstered his blaster and covered it up some so it wasn't that obvious to see but still easy to draw out if needed.

"What about the bodies?" Carth called after Revan.

"The Duros will get rid of the evidence, now come on!"

Revan and Carth made their way through the busy streets of Upper Taris to where the local cantina was, it wasn't hard to find, it was making so much noise you could hear it from just outside the apartment complex they were staying in.

"Where did you get those clothes - a trash compactor in the Lower City? And where are those drinks we ordered?" a voice demanded haughtily, as they walked past a pair of women, on their way to the bar of the cantina. Revan was about to throttle the owner of the voice, he turned around to meet the sight of a richly dressed Taris citizen.

'Some kind of royalty maybe?' he idly thought as he gave her a once over. The woman, oblivious to Revan's actions proceeded squawking.

"Why is the help here so incompetent? One word from Daddy and I could get you fired!" she hollered.

"Look lady," Revan began. "Does it look like I work here if I'm dressed like this?" he asked gesturing to his current clothing.

"How dare you speak to me like that! Daddy's going to hear about this!" she snapped before marching off, out the cantina front entrance. Carth, who had come back from taking a quick browse eyed Revan curiously.

"Who was that, what'd you do?" he questioned.

"That was a rich girl, seems to think her father owns the whole of Upper Taris…and by her swagger I think she might be telling the truth. Anyway what's in this cantina we can use to rack up some quick cash?" Revan asked. Carth shrugged.

"There isn't much, there's a booth full of pazzak players, most look like pros or sharks but other than that there isn't anything very promising."

"Alright then, we'll have to settle with pazzak then, all we need now is a deck."

"There was one guy in the booth that looked sullen, probably a washed up gambler. Maybe we could get him to barter with him for his deck, don't know how good it'd be though." Carth suggested.

"Alright then, let's go see this troubled soul." Revan declared. After paying 2/3 of the money they had to get the deck from the man Revan proceeded to clean house of all the players in the booth, coming out 2500 credits richer for it.

"If I didn't see it I wouldn't believe it, that's unreal." Carth said in awe.

"It's all about reading your opponent and knowing what they'll do next, I just excel at those skills." Revan said modestly. "And you said that it was a bad idea."

"I know a bad pazzak deck when I see one, sorry for thinking that you didn't have a chance." Carth said defensively.

"Yeah well that doesn't matter anymore, we have money, now we need to find Akana a set of reasonable clothes."

"Shouldn't we have asked her for her size instead of guessing?" Carth asked, intrigued that Revan was not doing said action beforehand.

"Nah, there's no need, I already know her size, I've got a great eye for these kinds of things. If not we can just go raid some of the apartments across from ours for some, they're nearly all abandoned anyway." Afterwards that's exactly what they did, they ventured towards the apartments next to theirs and found some decent loot in the abandoned apartments, before running into a woman that was hiding from someone named Holden. After assuring her that they weren't working for said guy they had agreed to seeing what they could do about getting the bounty on her head cleared before heading back with their haul.

"I know it's not very glamorous Akana but it's the best we could find right now." Revan said as he handed over a standard combat suit over to her.

"We've also got a tidy sum of credits to sit on for a while to use on supplies and weapons which reminds me I'm going to upgrade the vibroblades we have with the parts we found. After that I think I'll take a nap." Revan said going straight to work upgrading their current arsenal of weapons.

"Alright then, who's up for a bit of exploring in the other apartment complex across the street?" Revan said the next day as he readied his gear.

"You two can go, I'll see if I can find a way into the Lower City." Carth said. "I'll contact you on your comlink if anything of interest comes up." Revan and Akana nodded in agreement before they left the apartment and went their separate ways. Scouting around the apartments the two Force users came across a pawn shop in one of the apartments nearby where a Sith trooper was brandishing a blaster rile.

"Hand over those Sith uniforms you stole, I know you have them." the trooper demanded. It didn't take Revan much to determine that weather of not the shop keeper had the uniforms in question, the Sith was going to put a series of blaster bolts into his body so he opted to take him out. Moving as quietly as possible Revan snuck up on the white armored Sith and just when the trooper took notice of him, Revan rammed the vibroblade in his hands through the troopers back, angling it so as to cut right through the troopers heart. Thankful for saving him from becoming a corpse the shop keeper gave over a set of Sith Trooper uniform that he did indeed have.

*Hey Jon, Akana, I found a turbo loft that goes directly to the Lower City, but the lift's being guarded by Sith troopers, only Sith are allowed to go through.* Carth said through the comlink. Taking the small device into his grasp Revan turned it on.

"Don't worry too much about that Carth; we've recently come to acquire a set of Sith uniforms that'll allow us to trick the guard at the lift." Revan informed the Republic hero before turning the comlink off.

"Isn't that convenient?" Akana commented with a small amount of disbelief.

"Yeah, it seems as though the Force is looking out for us for a change."

The Force is seemed, wasn't without a sense of irony, after getting past that idiot of a guard at the turbolift to the Lower city Carth, Revan and Akana were thrust straight into a swoop gang war. After killing everything that moved in the immediate area, all of those killed by Revan's party wearing Vulker colors, Revan decided to pay the loser of the skirmish a visit at their base. As luck would have it the Hidden Beks base, the other swoop gang in the gang war, wasn't too far away and after a few words exchanged with the sentry at the door, they were granted entrance.

"Look over there, the twi'lek over there's guarding that bald guy like he was in a nest of kinrath." Carth pointed out.

"Then that's the leader and the guy we need to speak to, lets go see what he knows." Moving towards the balding man they were halted by the aforementioned Tei'lek.

"Hold it right there!" The Twi'lek said, pointing her blaster rifle at Revan, Akana and Carth. "Who are you and what is your business with Gadon?" she commanded.

"Calm down, Zaerdra." The leader ordered. He had dark skin, and was clad in light battle armor, with two blaster pistols hanging off the belt. The most notable feature was his eyes. They appeared to be ocular implants, to replace damaged eyes. "Nobody is going to try anything here in the middle of our own base. It would be a suicide mission."

'Definitely a swoop gang leader.' Noted Revan absently.

"You're too trusting, Gadon." Zaerdra said. "Brejik and his Vulkars want you dead. Anyone we don't know is a potential threat, and it's my job to make sure you're safe!"

"Do you want us to start attacking strangers on sight, Zaerdra, like the Vulkars do?" Gadon said, raising his voice at his bodyguard. "I will never let it come to that! Now step aside and let them pass."

"As you wish." Zaerdra resigned. She turned to Revan and his companions. "You can speak to Gadon if you want, but I've got my eye on you! You try anything and you'll be vaporized before you can say 'Vulkar spy'!" Akana looked like she was about to retort but Revan gave her a not to subtle nudge to stop her.

"You're the leader of the Hidden Beks?" Revan asked. "Your Gadon Thek?"

"Yes, I am." Gadon said, nodding. "You'll have to excuse Zaerdra. Ever since Brejik has declared open war on us, she's been a little overzealous in her security duties. Now, what do you need from me?"

"You know anything about the Republic escape pods that crash landed in the Undercity?" Revan asked, straight to business.

"The escape pods? You know, I heard the Sith have been asking around the Upper City about them as well..." Gadon replied. "But you don't look like you're with the Sith."

"They might be spies, Gadon! They might be working for the Sith!" Zaerdra spat out immediately.

"Listen here lady, I get it you want to protect this guy but seriously, you far too high strung. Besides if we were with the Sith we'd have a whole battalion of troops with us, and we would've been barging through your door as soon as the pods came down." Revan said exasperated. Zaerdra looked as though she'd been slapped, though Gadon seemed to be nodding to Revan's words.

"I agree with this off worlder, if te Sith thought we knew anything they'd have sent troops down here days ago. No, I think that this off worlder has his own agenda."

"We believe a friend of our was in one of those pods, we're just looking for any trace of her."

"I suppose I could tell you what I know. It's not like it could do any harm to me or my gang... but it might cause problems for the Vulkars, and that's okay in my book." Gadon said, with a sly grin. "The Vulkars stripped those pods clean within hours after they landed. It's too bad we didn't get there first, considering what my spies reported the Vulkars found. A female Republic officer named Bastila survived the crash. We Beks don't believe in intergalactic slavery, but the Vulkars aren't so picky. They took her prisoner."

"They took my girl prisoner? I'll flay them alive!" Revan seethed, everyone near him took a step back at the aura he was producing.

"Jon! Emotion but peace!" Akana managed to force out, but it was enough to placate Revan enough for things to calm down enough to continue talking.

"Where would they keep her?" Revan asked, his question as sharp as any blade.

"Normally the Vulkars would take a captured slave and sell them for a nice profit to Davik or an off-world slaver. But a Republic officer is no ordinary catch." Gadon said, shuddering as he felt anoter wave of rage ebb from Revan. "She-she's too valuable to leave with the Vulkar scum at the base. Brejik's probably got your Republic friend hidden away somewhere safe until the big swoop race. You'll never find her."

"They still think Bastila's just an officer." Carth interjected. "That could work to out advantage."

"I'm afraid your friend has become a pawn in Brejik's game to take over the Lower City. He's offered her up as the Vulkar's share of the prize in the annual swoop gang race." Gadon said solemnly.

"What good would that do?" Revan asked, though he had a pretty good idea what.

"By putting up such a valuable prize Brejik hopes to win the loyalty of some of the smaller gangs. Their numbers will allow him to finally destroy me and my followers." Gadon answered. "The only hope you have of rescuing Bastila is to somehow win the big season opener of the swoop race."

"You want me to race for you, don't you? The calculating look on your face can't mean anything else." Revan asked, seemingly interested in the prospect.

"I could sponsor you as a rider for the Hidden Beks this year. If you win the race, you'll win your friend's freedom." Gadon answered with a nod.

"But there's something else to this, isn't there?" Akana asked, getting a sense that there was more than what they were being told.

"Right. My mechanics have developed an accelerator for a swoop engine. A bike with the accelerator installed can beat any other swoop out there!" anyone could clearly catch the boast in his statement but no one commented. "But the Vulkars stole the prototype from us. They plan to use it to guarantee a victory in this year's swoop race. I need you to break into their base and steal it back."

"Oh, espionage! I haven't done something quite like that in a while." Revan said, now interested but remained weary because he was essentially being played by Gadon. "Now the question remains how to get into the base…" Revan could just hear the surface thoughts of Gadon, they were centering around 'plausible deniability', even if Revan was to get caught there'd be no way for the Beks to be linked to him or his companions, it was the perfect plan.

"Getting into the Vulkar base won't be easy; the front doors are locked tight. But I know someone who might be able to get you in the back way; Mission Vao." Gadon answered. With the gift of empathy, enhanced by the Force, Revan could already tell what was going to happen next, if not the sheer shock and horror look of Zaerdra's face was enough of a clue.

"Mission? Gadon, you can't be serious, she's just a kid! How is she supposed to help them with this?" the Twi'lek bodyguard freaked.

"Where would we find her?" Revan asked getting the convocation back on the task at hand.

"She and her Wookiee friend Zaalbar are always looking to stir up a little excitement. They like to go exploring in the Undercity, despite the dangers." He said. "Your best bet is to look for her in the Undercity. But you'll need some way past the Sith guard post at the turbolift."

"I take it uniform disguises won't cut it this time." Revan stated.

"Too right. A simple disguise might have worked on the Upper City guard, but the security down here is much tougher. You'll need the proper papers to get past him." Gadon said.

"Great it that's the case we'll never get where we need to go…and I really don't feel like getting the Sith on my back for stealing a bunch of papers from a Sith corpse." Muttered Revan.

"My gang ambushed one of the Sith patrols headed down to the Undercity. They never made it, and their security papers fell into my hands." Gadon slid the datachip on the table. "Since we're working together now I suppose I could give them to you in exchange for your uniforms. With the security papers you won't need a disguise anyway."

"Well what do you know, ask and the Force shall provide, isn't this our lucky day. That sounds like an uneven trade but I suppose you'd need the uniforms more than you would Sith Security papers." Revan said motioning Carth to unload the Sith uniforms that had been packed into their backpacks.

"Good choice, with these security papers you won't need those uniforms anyway." Gadon said handing the data chip with the authorization papers on it. Taking the offered chip Revan inserted it into the receptacle on his datapad, watching as the security papers were downloaded onto it.

"I suggest you hurry. The swoop race is coming up, and we want you to have time to practice before the race." Gadon said. "Time is running out, you know?"

"How long till the race?" Akana asked, out of curiosity.

"It's in two days from now at noon." Gadon answered.

"All the more reason for us to hurry up. We'll be back with the accelerator soon." Revan replied before leading Carth and Akana out of the Bek's base.

Making their way to the turbolift with the Sith guard next to it they were ambushed by a group of Vulkers.

"Their like roaches." Muttered Revan as he poised his vibroblade to slash those Vulkers to meaty chunks.

"Couldn't we have just gone right passed them?" Akana asked.

"Doubt it, they had weapons readied to attack anyone here in some kind of turf dispute. Besides I didn't want to waste anymore time with meaningless chit chat, in case you didn't hear Gadon, the race is only two days away." Revan said before continuing down the road to the turbolift. Unluckily for them they had run into another band of Vulkers, this time they were talking to a uniformed human.

"You guys are behind with your payments." The thug said. "What do you uh, you think just 'cause you're in some gang you don't have to give Davik his cut?"

"It's an exchange thug, just great." Carth muttered.

"Maybe it'll sort itself out and we won't have to get involved." Reasoned Revan as they watched from afar.

"I don't see Davik doing anything for his share. We do all the work. Davik claims he's part of the Exchange, so let's see him prove it." The Vulker Rodian said.

"Yeah, let's see the big crime lord come and get his money from the Black Vulkars!" The Feeorin said.

The exchange thug just grinned. "Ah, so you want to play this the hard way? OK." Then he did a sharp whistle. Like a trained pet Revan saw what couldn't be anything but a Mandalorian walking towards the little band.

"Oh, hey... Canderous. We didn't know you was working for Davik now." The Rodian said, now fearing for his life. Revan snorted.

"Reeking of fear in front of Mandalorians isn't smart, they're more inclined to kill you than leave you alone." Commented Revan absentmindedly.

"Yeah, we were just goofin' around here. We don't want no trouble with a Mandalorian. Here's Davik's cut." The Feeorin said, digging credits out of his pocket and hastily giving them to the Exchange thug.

"I knew you boys would see reason. Now get out of here." The Exchange thug said as he began counting the credits.

"Too bad. I was looking forward to cracking some heads." Canderous said as the Vulkars ran away. Carth was twitching, his hand shaking over his concealed blaster.

"Whatever your thinking of dong Carth, don't. it won't end well if we pick a fight with someone who has ties to the Exchange." Revan hissed.

"Maybe next time, Canderous. I better get this over to Davik." The Exchange thug said. "I'll call you if anyone else gets behind on their payments."

As Canderous saw Revan, Akana and Carth walk toward him from where they were watching, he let out a heavy sigh. "Those Vulkars are dumber than a Coruscant granite slug! They actually think being in that pathetic little gang of theirs makes them important." He barked, rolling his eyes. "Gadon keeps his Hidden Beks in line at least, but Brejik's getting dreams of grandeur. If Davik's smart, he'll slap that young punk back down."

"Feel any lighter now you've gotten that off your chest?" Revan asked idly. Canderous just grinned.

"I don't have time to stick around here, anyway. Davik's got me working on a special assignment." He said before walking down the street to a nearby apartment complex.

"Your almost as bad around mandalorians as you are around the Sith, keep it together Carth; revenge is hollow because it leaves you as such." Revan said trying to placate the irate Republic veteran.

"Come on you two, time is running out, we don't have time for idle chit chat." Akana complained.

"I thought the Jedi were supposed to teach patience, I suppose you skipped that part of the training?" Quipped Revan who was quick to lead them again, coming to a stop at a guarded turbolift.

"Hold on there, civilian! Only those with official Sith business are allowed into the Undercity." The guard said. "Unless you've got the proper security papers you better just turn around and go back the way you came." Revan had to stop himself from retorting before retrieving his datapad, loading up the clearance papers.

"I've got my papers right here." Revan said, handing the guard his datapad.

"Let me see..." The guard said, as he looked at the datapad. "Hmmm, these look to be in order. Okay, you can go down if you want. Can't say I envy you, though."

The guard keyed in the code to open the turbolift. "The Undercity is crawling with mutants. Rakghouls, they call 'em. If you see anything moving down there, shoot first and ask questions later."

Revan acknowledged the Sith's comment, and headed into the turbolift to take them into the Undercity.

Immediately upon exiting it, they were greeted by two beggars.

"You there! Up-worlder! Anyone using this elevator has to pay the toll!" The first beggar yelled.

"Yeah, this is our elevator! If you use it, you've got to give us something!" The other said.

"I don't believe this planet! Even the beggars are trying to shake us down." Carth said, clearly irritated with the beggars.

"Five credits! That's what it costs to use our elevator! Five credits!" The first beggar said.

"I think we should give it to them, I can't see the harm." Akana said moving to her pockets. Revan however was looking at them hard, assessing their request and their intentions.

"You're just going to hoard these credits over others down here, aren't you?" he questioned. The two beggar's eyes widened, looking at Revan then to themselves before running away. Revan shook his head.

"To each, their own vice…" he muttered. Neither Carth or Akana commented.

Revan spied that the two beggars that had just ran away had been caught by a woman in her late teens to early twenties, they exchanged a few words before the beggars ran off again, the woman coming up to greet them.

"I'm sorry about that... those two beggars give everyone in the village a bad name! We aren't all like that, you know. Most of us are good people."

"Who are you?" Revan asked.

"My name is Shaleena... you're from the up-world, aren't you? I've... I've never seen it. I was born here in the Undercity. Is it as nice as they say up there?" Shaleena asked, almost pleaded.

"The surface is a beautiful place-" Revan started to say but Shaleena cut him off.

"I've never been to the surface, but sometimes I think I can see it in my dreams. The sun, the sky, the stars... it all sounds so... so... so wonderful." Shaleena said, a far away look on her face as if she was trying to imagine what Upper Taris looked like. She looked far sadder when she came back from her fantasy though. "Gendar, the leader of our village, tells me I should spend more time trying to improve things down here and less time dreaming about something I can never have. Maybe he's right." Shaleena stared at her feet, shuffling them slightly, embarrassed at what she's said. "You probably think I'm a fool, having dreams of a place I've never even seen. But when I was little, Rukil used to tell me stories of what it was like up there."

"Where can I find Rukil?" Revan asked.

"He's wandering around somewhere on the south side of the village. He doesn't move too far... it's hard on his bones. He's over 100 years old!" Shaleena said, smiling like a small child as she thought of Rukil. "The children laugh at him and people think he's crazy because of his stories about the Promised Land, but he's really just a kind old man."

"What's the Promised Land?" Revan asked, this intrigued him.

"It's...it's just a story to make little children smile. Rukil believes in it, though. Sometimes I can almost believe it myself, but then I look around and I see the ugly truth." Shaleena replied with a sigh. "I guess we have to make the best of what we have though. If you really want to learn more about the Promised Land you should speak to Rukil."

"All right then, I'll got speak to Rukil then but we are quite pressed for time so we have to get going." Revan said.

"Oh... okay." Shaleena said, slightly disappointed. "Well, if you ever need anything, or if you just feel like talking, come back and see me. I hardly ever get a chance to speak to someone from the up-world."

Revan, Akana and Carth made their way toward the south side of the village, when they were stopped by a strange old man.

"You…you come from the world above! Is this the time of destiny, then? Is this a portent of the salvation of my people? Or merely another false sign to mislead us from the path?" The old man asked. "Are you the herald of prophecy? The beacon to guide us through the darkness? Or are you merely another harbinger of shattered dreams and unfulfilled promises? Speak to me, up-worlder! Tell me what fate you unleash upon us; salvation or damnation! Speak, up-worlder, I beg you!" Revan cringed slightly at the mans words, he was the former dark Lord of the Sith, this mans words reminding him of all he death he was responsible for.

"What are you talking about, old man?" Carth asked.

"A question. You are uncertain. Bewildered. Perplexed." The old man said. "Understandable, I suppose."

"Could you start off by telling us your name at least?" Revan said to the old man coming back to his senses.

"My name is Rukil, the oldest Outcast here in the village. Rukil Wrinkle-Skin, the children call me sometimes." The old man said with a mirthless chuckle.

"What do you want from me Rukil? You wouldn't have stopped us if you didn't want something." Revan asked.

"Once I was honored for my wisdom, but over time the villagers fell away from the true path. Eventually there was only a single apprentice who followed me; and now she is gone, too." Rukil said.

"And you want us to see if we can find her?" Revan asked.

Rukil nodded. "Her name is Malya. I must know of her fate, whatever it may be. I must know what she... found."

"Well, she's got to be in the Undercity somewhere, obviously. Got any leads as to where she went?" Revan asked.

"Finding her may be difficult; Malya could be anywhere in the Undercity... but if you find her I will know you to be our true savior! Only then can I reveal my secret knowledge to you." Rukil declared, Revan holding back the urge to roll his eyes; he's heard words similar to those before a while back.

"We'll keep an eye out then. We'll be back." Revan said.

"I wish you luck, up-worlder." Rukil said as Revan, Akana and Carth headed toward the gates.

Upon getting to the gates, however, they were presented with a new set of problems.

"Hurry, Hendar, hurry! I can hear it coming!" A hysterical woman yelled to someone on the outside.

"He'll never make it. He's doomed. Argh! I told him he was a fool to leave the village." The gate guard said.

"He WILL make it! Run, Hendar! Run!" the woman shouted. Revan and Akana shared a glance before stepping forward. They saw a man run up to the gate, being chased by 3 mutants. The mutants were approximately 50 meters away, and closing the distance fast.

"Open the gate! Quickly! There isn't much time!" The man on the outside, Hendar, said.

"Ugh… I… I can't… the rakghouls are too close!" The guard said.

"The mutants will kill him if you don't open the gate!" The woman yelled at the guard.

"And if I open the gate they will kill us all!" The guard shot back.

"No! You can't do this! It isn't fair!" The woman shouted. She then saw Revan Akana behind her with Carth behind them. Seeing that they were heavily armed, at least according to her, she began pleading them to help her. "Please, make him open the gate. Hendar will die if he doesn't!"

"I can't open the gate… not while the rakghouls are so near." The guard said.

"Open the gate, we'll take care of those rakghouls." Revan turned to Carth.

"Aim for their mid section, it's the most vulnerable spot, and try not to shoot us alright?" Revan smirked before the three of the nodded to the guard who let the gate down. The skirmish was over in less than 10 seconds, Carth's cover fire providing enough confusion for Revan and Akana to slice them up with their vibroblades.

"These things aren't like a lightsaber at all." Muttered Akana rubbing her wrist which had twisted at an odd angle while wielding the vibroblade.

"Don't worry too much, you'll have the hilt of a lightsaber back in your hands before you can say the Force, the second we set foot on Dantooine." Revan said cheerfully. Revan instantly lost his cheery mood when he saw a flash of movement in his vision, that looked kind of like a…blue twi'lek.

"Please, you have to help me! Nobody else is going to help me. Even the Beks won't help me." She begged. From her voice alone Revan deduced she as at least 14 standard Republic years old. "But I can't just leave him there; he's my friend! You'll help me, won't you?" she asked panting heavily trying to regain her breath.

"Your Mission right? Mission Vao? I thought you had a Wookie companion, or is that who's in trouble?" Revan asked. Mission nodded.

"Me…me and Zaalbar were just wandering around here in the Undercity. You know, looking for stuff we could find, just kind of exploring. We do it all the time." Mission explained.

"I guess with a Wookiee at your side you've got to figure you can handle the odd rakghoul attack." Carth commented.

"Only this time they were waiting for us. Gamorrean slave hunters. We didn't even have a chance to run. Big Z threw himself at them, and he roared for me to run!" Mission said frantically. "I… I took off; I figured Zaalbar would be right behind me. But there were too many of them - he couldn't get away. They're going to sell him to a slaver; I just know it!"

"If I help you find Zaalbar, you've got to help me get inside the Vulkar Base." Revan said.

"It's a deal; as soon as we get Big Z back, I'll show you a way into that Vulkar base! Now, come on; we have to find Zaalbar before they sell him to slavers - or worse!" Mission said.

"Where would they keep him, do you know?" Carth asked.

"The Gamorreans make their camps in the sewers. I bet that's where we'll find Zaalbar; and that's where I'll show you the secret entrance into the Vulkar compound." Mission said.

"I take it from where you live that you know how to use a blaster." Revan said, implying in a roundabout way that they were going to have to be in combat soon.

"Course." Mission said. "I've also got a vibroblade I made myself."

"Good, coz you're coming with me to find your wookie friend," Revan gestured to each person as he spoke. "These two are gong to scrounge around the Undercity for a few things while we're gone." Mission made a motion to argue when Revan put up his hand. "Akana and I are Jedi, Mission; and I'm not about to have one pair without one of us there, besides that I'm confident that we can handle anything that comes our way. We're also doing it this way because we don't have a lot of time on our hands and we need to get these things done before that big swoop race Gadon's got me racing in."

"Woah, your racing in the Season opener for the Beks?" Mission said in wonder. Revan snapped his fingers in front of her face to get her attention.

"Focus Mission, Akana and Carth'll be looking for a few outcast journals and if their lucky, an unused dose of the rakghoul serum." He turned to Akana and Carth. "Meet us back at the outcast village in 3 hours, we'll have Zaalbar with us by then." Revan said before he and Mission sprinted off towards where they saw a sewer entrance.

"You there! Civilian! This is a restricted area! What are you doing down here?" The Sith leading the group said, as he walked over to Revan.

"I've got my security papers right here." Revan said, producing his datapad.

"Security papers? Oh… you're one of those trackers the Commander sent down, right?" The Sith leader said, assuming what Revan had hoped he would assume. "They should have given you an armed escort; it's nasty down here!"

"I can see that." Revan said, with a slight grin on his face though Mission had hard time looking like she belonged.

"We've already lost one patrol… we figure the rakghouls got them. We've had so many encounters with those things we've actually run out of rakghoul serum." The Sith leader said. "Plus we've had several skirmishes with looters from those Lower City swoop gangs. I'm telling you, we should just stay in the Upper City where we're in control!"

'Damn, no rakghoul serum, maybe we'll get lucky later on.' Thought Revan.

"Worry for the hold up but we really need to get going." Revan cut in hopes that they could speed up this encounter.

"Yeah, sure… the Commander won't be too happy if you come back empty, right? Same thing goes for us." The Sith said, motioning for his troops. "Come on patrol, let's move out!" the leader said, the Sith patrol beginning to move, in the direction Carth and Akana were headed in.

"Shit, I don't know if they'll be able to handle a Sith patrol with just the two of them, looks like they'll have to die here instead then." Revan said before informing Mision of the development. The Sith patrol didn't stand a chance against the tag team of the a Force user and a worried teenage twi'lek, the unusual pair came out of it 300 credits richer for it, with a few medpacs thrown in as an added bonus.

"Well, that's one potential disaster averted." Revan commented.

"Yes, though I see similar disastrous events in the future if we're not more careful."

"Too right. Lets go, I think I can smell a sewer entrance close by."

With a squelch Revan retrieved his vibroblade from the last of the Gamorrean slavers, a putrid look spread across his face as he did so. He spied Mission analyzing one of the locks on one of the sewer doors, analyzing it before taking out a few tools and jammed them into the device. With a click the door slid open revealing an unconscious 8 foot tall wookie.

'Heh, he kind reminds me of Alek, what with his size and everything.' Revan thought with a grin. Revan winced when he saw Mission go up to the unconscious wookie and tug of his fur. 'She must be incredibly brave to do that…or she's really ignorant.'

The wookie woke with a snarl, swiping at Mission's hand that was tugging at his fur with his two bound arms, giving the poor girl a full blast of the wookie's breathe.

"Woah Big Z, it's me, Mission! We came back to save you from the slavers." Mission said quickly. Zaalbar froze a moment before trying to get up off the floor, the binders on his wrists making the task all the more difficult.

[You're a sight for sore eyes, Mission.] Zaalbar said trying to get up to give her a hug.

"I'm glad to see you too, Big Z!" Mission said, trying to pry him upright. "You didn't think I'd forget about you - Mission and Zaalbar, together forever!"

"Here let me help you with that." Revan said moving to the wookie's shackles. Bending the Force in and around him into his hands Revan converted the Force energy he gathered into energy. A shower of sparks shot out from his palm striking the binders; with a snap the cuffs deactivated and broke off the wookie's wrists cluttering to the sewer floor with a clang. The wookie seemed transfixed on Revan, as if he had just reached an epiphany.

[Who are you?] he growled out.

"I'm a friend of Mission's, she asked for my help in saving you from the slavers and I agreed." Revan answered.

[You have saved me from a life of servitude and slavery. There is only one way I can ever repay such an act: I will swear a life debt to you. What is your name?] Zaalbar asked which gave Revan a moment's pause, should he use his pseudo name of his real one? Coming to a decision Revan let out a sigh.

"A lifedebt? Are you sure about that, Big Z? Think about it carefully." She said, knowing what a lifedebt entailed. "You better be sure about this."

[I am sure Mission. Who am I pledging my life to serve?] Zaalbar asked again.

"My name is Revan." Zaalbar and Mission went silent a moment.

"Revan? As in the dead Lord of the Sith Revan?" Mission asked bewildered.

"The very same, Makak tried to kill me from afar and I survived, and now I'm here." Mission seemed to cower, her body start to shake as she began to hyperventilate. "Calm down Mission! Things aren't what they appear to be, what you've heard about me isn't all true." Revan said pleading his case.

"What's not true about it, that you didn't win the last war or that you started the new one?"

"My reason for starting the war that's going on now was not to conquer the Republic, but to save it. When the Mandalore wars ended and I took my fleet into the outer religions I found something, something that was massing for an invasion of the entire galaxy, so I sought out the power I'd need to protect the Republic like I did during the Mandalore wars. I knew that the Republic wouldn't have been able to survive against this new enemy so I became a Sith Lord in hopes that by taking over the Republic, I would make it stronger for it to combat this threat. What I did, I did so with the best intentions of the Republic at heart." There was silence yet again as Mission and Zaalbar processed this information.

[I swear a lifedebt to you Revan.] This through both Revan and Mission for a loop.

"Big Z! what are you doing?" Mission exclaimed.

[Regardless of who he is, he saved me from a slave's life, my decision still stands and I am honor bound to fulfill it.]

"But knowing what he's said, how can you trust him?" Mission fired.

[He chose to give his name willingly, he could have lied but he didn't. He would gain nothing by lying about his goals in regards to the wars but he willingly divulged this information, I can tell he was telling the truth, he did what he thought was necessary.]

"And everything was going so well until by old frond Alek, now Darth Malak, screwed it up. He knew nothing of my plan and tried for a power play at the worst possible time, now I've lost every chance at saving the Republic from it's fate, from the True Sith Empire."

"You're really serious, aren't you?" Mission asked in wonder.

"The Jedi captured me after Malk attacked my flagship, saved my life and tried to give me a new identity in hopes that I'd lead them to the source of Malak's seemingly endless number of forces he has at his disposal."

"So I take it that no one else you're traveling with knows who you are, huh?" Mission asked, seemingly coming around to the idea that Revan meant to harm and was generally trying to help.

"The other Jedi in my little group knows, I told her after I woke up the first time on this planet. She saw me using the Force in my sleep, so I had to reveal myself. Just like in this situation, if Zaalbar was going to swear a lifedebt to me, rules state that I have to divulge who I really am, if I gave my alias then the lifedebt is annulled because whatever name I'd have used, wouldn't have been me, or at least I think that's how it goes." Revan said sheepishly, scratching his head.

[You are wrong, when a wookie pledges a lifedebt he swear the debt to the person, not the name.] Revan winced.

"Wookie culture wasn't the easiest to understand, my bad." earning giggles from Mission and a few growls of mirth from Zaalbar.

[In the presence of you all I swear my lifedebt. Forever after I will be by your side, Revan. May my vow be as strong as the roots of the great Wroshyr trees of Kashyyyk.]

"Well that settles it then, if Big Z's going with you then you've got me too, I'm not going to lose Big Z over anything, even a lifedebt."

"Very well then, now we have this business settled we have to find some way into the Vulker base, just show me the way and I'll go myself. You should go back to the outcast village and regroup with Akana and Carth." Revan said before pausing. "Ah and if anyone should ask, the alias I'm going by on this planet is Jon Sanrus so please address me as such until I say otherwise, I don't think I need to tell you what kind of trouble it would cause if the Sith learnt about my presence here."

"Right, gotchya Jon. I'll show you the Vulkers secret entrance, follow me!" Mission said leading them through a series of sewer tunnels till they get to an energy felt. Slicing into the terminal Mision performed a few actions that Revan was unfamiliar with before the hum of the force field died and the wall of energy disengaged. Revan checked the time on his datapad.

"Alright then, I'll get into the base, steal the accelerator back and be back at the outcast camp as soon as I can." Revan said as he began to head down the tunnel.

"Oh yeah, Jon!" Mission called out, remembering something about the back entrance. "There's a rancor just before the door to the base!"

"Don't worry Mission, I know how to get rid of rancors, I've killed at least three in my lifetime, I have a system in dealing with them."

Revan navigated his way round the upper sewer tunnels till he got to a large room with the rancor. Eyeing a severed arm, an equipment pack and a datapad near it Revan flicked through it.

'So this was one of the other people that Gadon talked into retrieving the accelerator,' Revan eyed the big pile of bones in the next room and winced. 'And became lunch because of it. Well it seems this guy had an easier way of killing this thing, lucky me.' Revan thought as he took a synthesized odor, and smeared it on a frag grenade before tossing it at the corpse pile. Revan grimaced when he saw the grenade blow the rancors head into smithereens leaving a smoking neck line.

"Well with that done let's get this retrieval over and done with." Revan said with resignation before he took the vibroblades at his waist into his hands and went through the sealed door at the other side of the huge room. Making his way through the vulker base and killing every vulker that he came across that were stupid enough to attack him

Finally, Revan came across a security room. Revan opened the door to find a Black Vulkar sitting behind a security desk. The Vulkar's eyes grew as wide as dinner plates when Revan opened the door, knowing full well that this was the man who had been wrecking havoc on the Vulkar base. With where he as being a security station he had complete access to all camera feeds. The Vulkar trembled with terror as Revan approached, this one man took out the entire base.

[I surrender!] The Vulkar cried out. [It's not like I want to give my life for Brejik, even then I don't want to mess with you.]

"If you want to walk away from this, then tell me what I want to know." Revan semi threatened.

[I'll tell you anything.] The Vulkar said cried.

"Where is the prototype accelerator that you stole?" Revan said. He would have asked about Bastila, but he doubted that Brejik would have told this low level grunt that kind of information.

[Right - that gadget Brejik stole from the Beks. He's got the accelerator in the basement garage. The only way down is by using the security elevator in the back of the base." The Vulkar said. [But the security elevator is protected by auto-targeting laser cannons. You'll be vaporized before you ever get near it, unless you get your hands on a pass card.] Revan cocked and eyebrow.

"After what you've seem me do, are you willing to bet your life on that?" Revan said with a sardonic grin. The Vulkar gulped audibly. Revan sighed wearily. "Whatever, if you don't want to get killed leave here quickly and never return." The Vulkar looked like it was his birthday and ran out of the base but not before he threw up at the gore that Revan had left out in the halls. Revan sat down at the now abandoned security desk, and brought up the layout of the base. The next room had two entrances, one right next to them, and one down the hall. Memorizing the layout of where he needed to go Revan left the security station. Revan made his way through the base to the swoop bay with his vibroblades poised. Walking past he threshold into the engineering room Revan noticed that these Vulkar's had been expecting him, They were all decked out in battle armor and holstering blaster rifles with backup melee weapons.

[Looks like we have visitors!] The guard said. [A Lackey conned by Gadon Thek into trying to steal Brejik's swoop engine accelerator, I bet! Well I didn't go to all the trouble of acquiring this prototype just so you could steal it back for that old fool!]

[Would you like me to dispose of these Bek spies, Kandon?] A female Twi'lek guard standing next to Kandon said.

[No,] Kandon said, looking at his bodyguard. [Hold on a second.] He turned to Revan. [I see you aren't wearing the Hidden Bek colors, so I'm guessing you aren't part of that feeble old man's gang. You must be a freelance mercenary. Instead of stealing the prototype for the Beks, why don't you come work for us? The Black Vulkars could use someone like you.]

"I don't work with scum Kandon." Revan said, raising his sword. "Hand over the accelerator, or what I did to this entire base will look like child's play to what I have in mind for you." Kandon just shook his head.

[I can see there's not much chance of convincing you to come work for us after all. Fool.]

"Who's the fool rushing into something you know your not going to walk away from." Revan spat.

[Now can I kill him, Kandon?] The bodyguard asked.

[Yes, darling, kill him.] Kandon said, with a grin. And then, each of the eight Vulkars threw a grenade at Revan and threw them. With a quick wave of his hand Revan sent the grenades sailing right back at them. Not expecting that the Vilkars didn't make it too far from their grenades before they exploded, either critically wounding those that were hit with the grenades or killing them. From the original 8 vulkars there were now 3, and they looked entirely shell-shocked at what just happened.

"You know," Revan started. "You really brought this upon yourselves, don't you?" Revan said before arks of lightning exploded from his hand causing the three vulkars to scream out in agony. "I can end this at any time you know," Revan said idly as he watched the three vulkars shake on the floor. "But I'll make you guys a deal, you tell me what I want to know and I'll think about letting you live past today, now I have a friend that Brejik's keeping prisoner, she's the one that's being offered as a prize for the swoop race in a couple days, if you tell me where she is then I'll let you live, sound good." what ensured afterwards was a session of shock therapy which lasted 15 minutes though Revan did get them to talk eventually.

"Thanks for seeing things my way." Revan said using the Force to lift the accelerator off the ground before simply walking out the bases front door. Revan took the engine part into his hands and ran it to the Bek base, weary of using the Force out in the open on the streets. The Bek sentry that was guarding the door looked at him startled before waving him in.

"You have returned, and with the accelerator. I honestly didn't think you'd be able to do it." Gadon said.

"Yeah well I'm not some run of the mill mercenary like the last person you got to get this back, he became rancor food." Revan said with a grin. Gadon grimaced a moment at the mental image before clearing his head.

"Now, I would bet that you still want to ride in the swoop race, right?" Gadon said while motioning for someone to pick up the accelerator.

"That'd be nice." Revan said.

"Well, I'll do you one better than that." Gadon said as one of his gang members picked up the accelerator. "I'm going to let you ride on the bike with the accelerator in it."

"Gadon! You can't be serious!" Zaerdra said. "We need one of our best riders on that bike! We can't let some rookie take the prototype engine into the race!"

"I'm no rookie Zaerdra. I've been in my fair share of swoop races, most of them were a lot harder than this ones going to be." Revan retorted.

"And we have no proof of your supposed skill!" Zaerdra said to Revan. She turned to Gadon. "I'm telling you Gadon, this is a bad idea."

"I have to be honest with you, there's a reason I'm letting you take the prototype engine. The accelerator isn't stable; it runs extremely hot, and there's a good chance it could explode during the race."

Zaerdra stopped objecting once she heard that accelerator wasn't stable and conceded to Gadon's will.

"You can't ask one of your own riders to take the risk; they'd be running unmodified swoops in the race. I'll be the only one using the prototype, right?" Revan asked, reading between the lines.

"Right. The Race isn't for two days so do what you want until the day after next, my mechanics will need the time to fit the engine with the accelerator anyway."

"It's coming up on three hours and I don't see Jon anywhere…" Mission said with worry. Carth put a hand on Mission's shoulder to calm her.

"Don't worry Mission, I'm sure he's fine; he just might have been held up a bit is all." He consoled.

"I agree, Jon has the Force on his side, he will be here shortly." Akana added.

"Yeah well I'm still worried." Mission mumbled.

"It's nice to know I'm missed this much." Revan said coming up behind them making them jump in surprise. Mission was up and in a flash was hugging Revan tightly. Revan chuckled patting the twi'leks back reassuringly. "Yeah I missed you too kiddo."

"Where'd you come from?" Carth inquired.

"I went out the front door of the Vulkar base, there was no one left to stop me so I thought I'd surprise you." Revan said as Mission let go of him.

"Are you saying that you emptied the whole Vulkar base?" Mission asked in awe.

"Well they didn't give me much choice, though I was able to gain some valuable information before I left."

"What information is that?" Akana asked skeptically.

"I know where Brejik's keeping Bastila prisoner; we can go break her out of there before the swoop race eliminating one of our potential problems." Revan said as he surveyed his ragtag group. Revan noticed suddenly that Zaalbar looked far more equipped than just before he left for the Vulkar base.

"Hey Zaalbar, where's you get the bowcaster?" he asked. Mission's face tinged purple out of embarrassment.

"Well when you left us in the sewers Big Z and I went searching for his things the big pigs took from him and we found them after 10 minutes looking."

"Well that's good, because where we're going we'll need all the firepower we can muster." Revan paused a moment seeing a lack of outcasts. "Where are all the outcasts?"

"Ah, well you see when we were in the sewers we found a journal…" Mission began as they ride the turbo lift out of the Undercity.

"I can't believe we just did that…" Mission exclaimed as she examined the hole they just blew in Brejiks fortress front door.

"Believe it. Now comes the hard part, sneaking in. We have to make way to a security station and shut down all the camera feeds so none of us get caught, if we get fingered then we will find Taris to be a very unfriendly place." Revan said as he approached the smoking hole.

"Agreed. I wonder how Bastila'll react to being rescued." Akana said with a small smirk, Revan shared her amusement.

"What's funny?" Mission asked, completely confused.

"Being a Jedi Bastila has a somewhat large ego which developed itself into a pretty bug superiority complex. I have little doubt that Bastila will insist that she wasn't rescued like a damsel in distress, and she tried so hard to outgrow that title when she began her Jedi training." Revan chuckled. "I bet you 50 credits she'll attempt to take charge of this situation before long."

"You can tease her all you want when we get her out of this place, now we don't have too much time on our hands so lets get this done quickly." Carth said hastily, not wanting to be seen just outside a swoop gang bosses hideout that just had its front door blown in.

"Right right, keep your pants on flyboy, we're going." Drawled Revan.

The first thing Bastila took note of as she became aware was that there were quite a few people around her. Trying to call upon the Force she was shocked out of her trance when something around her neck buzzed and she lost focus.

"You wouldn't be thinking about trying to escape, would you? Brejik said that if anything were to happen to you or that you did anything to yourself then things wouldn't be pretty which is why he had you fitted with a neural disrupter. Don't worry little thing, you'll be out of here soon and in the service of a new master." A slimy voce cooed in her ear making her shudder, at least in her mind. There was a series of explosions in the distance suddenly making all kinds of noise.

"What was that?" Bastila heard someone else say.

"Go find out what that was!" she heard the first guy say. Rushed footsteps and the closing of the rooms door could be heard. Minutes later the sound of blaster fire roared and the slumping of heavy objects could be heard.

"Wonder what that was?" her watcher asked curiously. "No matter, we're supposed to prep you for the swoop race soon, which means you're gonna need a change of clothes, we can't attract potential buyers if your all covered up now can we?" she heard the guard sneer. The thudding of several people running towards her location made her sink further; it looked like her fate was sealed. The door to her detention cell opened before a series of blaster bolts ripped through the air, coupled with the thud of a dead body hitting the ground.

"Looks like we made it just in time, I think they were mobilizing to take her out of here to the swoop track." She heard someone say, drawing nearer.

"I think that guy you just killed was about to undress her, it's a good thing we came when we did." Bastila recognized that voice from somewhere but with her thoughts scrambled she couldn't put her finger on it.

"I…I killed him?" she heard the same young voice quiver.

"If your going to be coming with us Mission you'll have to realize that we might have to kill people, it's a sad fact but one you have to come to terms with." She heard yet another voice she knew she recognized before someone's hands went around her neck. With a zap the neural disrupter disengaged and unclipped itself from around her neck enabling Bastila to regain her senses.

"Oh my, Jon, take a look at these things! I think that guy on the floor here was going to dress her in these clothes." Bastila heard another familiar voice say. Opening her eyes she tried to se the people talking around her but her vision was blurry, the neural collar's affects must still be taking effect.

"Not Jedi princess attire, that's for sure."

"Well in any case we should get out of here before someone stumbles by to ask questions."

"Right. Zaalbar, can you carry Bastila? We'll be running pretty fast and you're easily the strongest out of all of us, what with being a wookie. I don't think Bastila would be able to do much anyway after just starting to regain coherent thought, basic motor functions will take a while to come back. Say goodnight Jedi princess." Immediately afterwards Bastila felt the Force blanket her, compelling her to sleep.

The first thing Bastila noticed when she awoke was that she was in a dingy apartment that was almost completely deserted except for a woman sitting at a workbench. Bastila blinked a couple time to make sure she wasn't seeing things.

"Akana is that you?" Bastila asked sitting up. Akana was up and by Bastila's side instantly.

"Good, you're awake. That'll make things easier on us."

"What do you mean Akana, what's going on?" Bastila inquired. Bastila saw Akana mull over something for a moment before reaching a decision.

"Well Jon's gone to compete in that swoop race opener that you were the prize for, Carth, Mission and Zaalbar have gone to watch. Jon was adamant in fulfilling his obligations and finishing any other outstanding business before focusing on trying to get off this planet." Akana explained.

"Who is Jon, and what do you mean you don't have a plan to get off Taris yet?" Demanded Bastila. The door to the apartment slid open and a weary Revan trudged inside followed by an animated Mission, a frazzled wookie and a relieved Carth.

"She means, Miss Jedi Princess," Revan began. "That for the past couple days we've been trying to find and rescue you, which I'm happy to say we did rather well. The name I go by now is Jon Sanrus and it was a combined decision between Akana, Carth and myself to find you first before trying to find a way off this Sith controlled planet." Revan said with a look that told Bastila there was more to his story then he was saying.

"Yes well, now that I'm back in charge of this mission we can start to do things right." Bastila stated. She was taken aback when Revan started to snicker and Akana, Mission and Zaalbar starting as well. "What is so funny?"

"Well you see I told everyone once we rescued you, you'd try to take charge of the situation. On by the way, I picked this up after I won the swoop race, it seems that Brejik was holding onto your lightsaber for safe keeping…man did he not like to lose…"

"What do you mean?" Akana asked. Revan sighed before tossing Bastila her lightsaber.

"After I won, Brejik declared that everyone had to die because he lost. The fact that he didn't have you as a prize for the winner to pick up was one of the reasons why Brejik went postal and had his gang start a fight; so I ended up having to kill a lot of Vulkars and subsequently winning the gang war in one fell swoop." Revan explained with a snort at his lame pun. "In regards to finding a way off Taris I'm sure an opportunity will present itself soon, if not then we're dead if I know Malak as well as I think I do, bloody brute." Revan said before his face lost all its mirth. "Akana and I have some things to talk to you about, Jedi business; put some clothes on and meet us outside." His tone of voice leaving no room for arguing.

5 minutes later Akana, Bastila and Revan were in a secluded area on one of Upper Taris' streets.

"You and the Council have a lot of explaining to do." Revan started. Bastila was surprised at his forwardness.

"What do you mean?" Bastila asked dumfounded.

"Malak fired upon my ship and I was badly hurt, my mind in pieces; you used the Force to preserve my life establishing a Force bond between us. You then brought me to the Jedi council and tried to erase my identity and program me with a new one with a new name, Jon Sanrus. What was your plan, use the Force bond to splice into bits of my scattered mind to find a way to defeat the Sith? I never thought you would sink that low Bas', I don't remember you to be so cold, so calculating." Revan said harshly. Bastila eyed Akana a moment before Revan cut in again. "When I awoke the first time on this planet I knew instantly who I was, and because I was unconsciously using the Force in my sleep I relented and told Akana everything. I am Revan, former Dark Lord of the Sith and Master to Malak." Bastila went rigid.

"Don't worry Bastila, he's not angry at you, just the Masters, and I can understand why, Revan's entire memory around the power of the Sith fleet are the only memories that are in fragments. That's what the Council wanted right, the power behind the Sith fleet? Well it's gone, yours and the Master's plans are all for naught." Fired Akana.

"It wasn't my plan!" Bastila said defensively. "I did what I did on that ship to save Revan, the one who protected me when I first joined the Order from the other students that would pick on me, I did it to save Revan from himself."

"I didn't fall to the dark side Bastila, it didn't warp me into some monster, I turned to the dark side out of necessity, after the war I found an army from the unknown regions that was massing for an invasion and I knew I'd need more power than the Jedi were willing to use if there was going to be any hope in defeating them. When the Republic called for aid against the mandalore clans you stagnated, but the second I came back with the purpose of saving the Republic you instantly raised the red flag. You knew just as Alek did, that I never do anything without a good reason, which was why when I was a Sith lord I only attacked military installations, I never destroyed whole planets for the sake of it, I kept key points in the Republic from crumbling by taking them over and strengthening them to prepare for the coming threat but you couldn't see that, could you?"

"What was the council supposed to think, you went to war against their wishes, against the code of the Jedi, how were they supposed to know?"

"They're supposed to be all wizened, you tell me. I was your friend Bastila, I was always there for you when you needed someone to talk to and then you and the council do this to me?"

"The council saw the connection I had created to save your life and saw fit to use it to defeat the Sith. I. DID. NOT. WANT. THIS." Bastila bit out, emphasizing the last four words with finger gabs to the chest.

"But the council forced your hand, am I right?" Akana asked. Bastila nodded, who was starting to tear up, Revan could see however that she was trying to fight them.

"They told me, what I wanted, what I felt, was irrelevant; that the galaxy came before any one person. I'm so sorry Revan." Tears were leaking out of the sides of her eyes despite Bastila's best efforts.

"There is no emotion, there is peace." Bastila said trying to calm herself.

"There IS emotion, yet peace. Go on Bastila, let it out." Revan said comfortingly. It was all it took, the dam broke and Bastila flung herself at Revan, who took her into his arms and started to rock her gently to calm her down.

"You do realize, that the council will figure this out right?" Akana said.

"It doesn't matter what they do when they find out but I will not allow them to do anything to Bastila like they've already done to her, again. I just got my baby girl back; I'm not going to let her go again."

"But the code…"

"The code that's in place now was created out of fear, I told you before. The code itself is self destructive, not enabling us to love will drive others away from the Order; I guarantee you the destruction of the Jedi order as we know it will be due to not allowing us to love, emotion yet peace, passion yet serenity." Revan recited. "Love doesn't lead to the dark side. Passion can lead to rage and fear, and can be controlled, but passion is not the same thing as love. Controlling your passions while being in love, that's what they should teach you to beware, but love itself will save you, not condemn you."

"What you're saying is that the Jedi are hypocrites in a way?" Bastila said with a sniff. Revan just nodded.

"Well this was enlightening and all but I think we should head inside, the night chill is starting to get to me." Akana suggested. Revan and Bastila agreed and followed her back to the apartment. That night while sleeping Revan watched a fragment of his past flash into his mind before it changed to a rain of laser fire from Taris' orbit flashed through his mind. With a jolt Revan sat ramrod straight panting heavily, Akana and Bastila instantly by his side.

"We don't have a lot of time, if we want to get off planet we have to do so within the next few days or we'll be melted by turbo laser fire from the Sith fleet up above us."

"How d'you know?" Mission asked sleepily having been woken up by the noise.

"The Force can sometimes give us glimpses of the future and in this case I'm quite inclined to believe in Jon's prediction, if Telos was any indication of Malak's ruthlessness." Bastila responded. Revan by this time had donned his armor clothing and was readying his equipment.

"We'll have better luck if we split up, cover more ground. There is a set of comlinks by the workbench that I as able to scrap together, each pair take one in case something comes up." a knock at the door disrupted Revan's morning speech. Mission dutifully answered the door to be met with a slightly panting twi'lek.

"It's a panting twi'lek, should I tell him to buzz off?" Mission asked. Revan shook his head and went out the door to see what the twi'lek wanted.

"Can we help you with something?" Revan intoned crossing his arms.

[You the human that won the swoop race?] he asked.

"I might be… who's asking?" Revan asked.

[Me? I'm just a runner.] the twi'lek explained.

"For who twi'lek, get to the point!" stressed Revan. The twi'lek gulped with nervousness.

[I am a runner for Canderous Ordo. He says to meet him in the cantina.] the twi'lek recited before quickly vanishing out of the apartment complex. Revan returned to the apartment with a neutral expression.

"Who was that at the door?" Bastila asked curiously.

"A runner for a man named Canderous of the clan Ordo, he wants to meet me at the cantina to discuss something." Carth was on his feet instantly.

"He's a mandalorian! You're not seriously thinking about going are you?" when Revan didn't say anything Carth gaped at him. "Are you crazy?"

"Maybe he's not, this might present us with a unique opportunity we otherwise wouldn't have." Akana piped in.

"I agree, there won't be any harm to us just to find out what he wants." Bastila added.

"Good, whoever wants to come with me can come but be quick, mandalorians aren't known for their patience."

Revan spied Canderous in one of the corners of the cantina and approached him slowly.

"Lets get down to business, I'm not the sort to bother with needless chit chat. Davik's been cheating me of what he promised me, so I figure it's time for me to break the Sith quarantine and get off this backwater planet." Canderous declared.

"That's pretty bold, you've got a plan undoubtedly, but you need help, which is why I'm here Right?"

"Right. I need someone to steal the Sith launch codes from the base. Without those codes any ship leaving the atmosphere will be disintegrated by the Sith fleet's automated defense guns." Canderous informed. Revan rubbed his chin in thought.

"So what, we get you those codes, and you and your employer leave us to die here? If that's the case I'd rather try my luck on my own." Revan cut in.

"Not at all. Davik doesn't even know about this, he's still trying to think up ways to acquire them. Here's the deal: you bring me those launch codes and I can provide the vehicle to get off the planet - Davik's flagship, the Ebon Hawk!" Canderous proposed.

"I know there's more to it then that, but you probably won't tell me anything more until I've agreed to get the launch codes and bring them back, am I right?" Revan said with a sardonic grin. Canderous' own grin was all the response Revan needed to know the answer. "Alright then, I'll do it, I know about your honor system so I know you'll come through with your part of the deal if I do, I'll be back with the launch codes. Though I am curious, how exactly do you think we're going to get access to the base?"

"Getting in won't be easy: the Sith base is protected by an encrypted security system. It would take a top of the line astromech droid to slice through it." Canderous informed.

"And I take it you know where to get one such droid?" Revan asked with a raised brow.

"Davik was having one custom built by Janice Nall. And though he paid for the droid, it was with the intent of getting those launch codes from the Sith base and with the task you have to complete that droid would be perfect."

"In other words, he doesn't care who uses the droid as long as he gets the codes." Deadpanned Revan.

"Right. You get me those codes, and I'll meet you in Javyar's cantina. Then we'll talk about getting off this rock."

"We have an agreement then, we'll see you in a few hours with those codes." Revan said before heading to the cantina exit.

Revan, Bastila and Akana walked into the droid shop to see two twi'leks conversing avidly, which died instantly when they saw Revan.

[Welcome to Janice Nall's droid warehouse. I'm Reiku Snizo, and my partner is Janice Nall. What can we do for you today?]

"Yeah, I was sent here to Canderous Ordo to pick up the astromech droid Davik Kang commissioned." Revan started. One of te twi'leks checked a computer log.

[Ah, the T3-M4. Janice, you know where you put that one, don't you?] she asked. The other female twi'lek vanished into the back for a moment before she returned with the white astro droid.

[T3-M4 is the best utility droid ever built: top notch programming and droid repair skills. And there's no better code breaker or security system slicer around... not that I'd ever condone you doing anything illegal, of course. A good amount of firepower, too." Reiku said. "We can't let this little guy go for any less than 5000 credits." Revan winced looking at his datastick showing a sum of 5500. Knowing that time was running out however he forwent the lack of money for the short term and went with getting off Taris in the long run so Revan handed the credits over.

[Here you go; one top of the line astromech droid. Who should I put in for ownership?] Janice asked. Revan was about to speak when he though of something.

"Jon Sanrus." Revan answered. Janice nodded.

[T3-M4, open owner file. Add Jon Sanrus, remove Janice Nall and Reiku Snizo. Save, close file.] Janice commanded. T3 beeped several times before it went quiet. [Okay, the droid's yours.]

"Thanks, come on T3, we have work to do."

Coming to a stop in front of the door of the Sith base Revan motioned to the astrodroid.

"Alright T3 do your thing." T3 beeped affirmatively before inserting his computer probe into the slicing port and the port rotating backand forward several times the doors swung open. Revan steadied himself before motioning Akana, Bastila and T3 to follow behind him.

[Hey - you can't come in here! This is a restricted area!" The Twi'lek said. "You'd better tell me what you're doing or I'm going to hit the alarm!" a yellow skinned twi'lek demanded.

"You don't want to do that, I do not want to hurt you but I will if you give me no other option." Revan said, entirely serious. The twi'lek froze as Revan's words registered in her mind.

[Don't shoot! I just work here - I never wanted any part of this!] she cried out.

"Then why didn't you just quit?" Bastila asked.

[I would have quit when the Sith took over, but they wouldn't let me!] The Twi'lek squeaked. The three Jedi exchanged glances, feeling a rather large ominous feeling settle in overhead.

"I wouldn't worry about the Sith and time soon, they'll be too busy dealing with us and our business to do anything to you. But just to be safe you should probably get out of here to somewhere safe." Revan said with a grin that didn't meet his eyes. The twi'leks eyes widened in surprise before she jumped up from her seat.

[You know, it's about time someone stood up to these Sith!] She said. [Just do me a favor and wait until I'm out of here before you start blasting the place up.] And then she ran out the door.

"T3 slice into the computer and seal off the armory and the barracks, that will limit the number of troopers we'll have to kill, if you can gas them of strand them in their rooms do so, there are other matters we have to attend to. Make sure no one gets back in this room, maybe try to turn the various defenses on the Sith, the three of us are going to clear the base out till we find those codes, Alek's presence here can only mean one of a few things and none of them are good for the people of this planet." Revan said heading towards a door.

"Do you even know where you're going?" Akana asked.

"Yeah, the one running this joint is a Force sensitive, he sticks out like a sore thumb." Revan said before T3 beeped several times.

"What do you mean an assault droid? Can't you do anything about that?" Demanded Revan. A negative tone was all Revan needed before he groaned. "I can take that droid easily, though doing to might alert Alek to my presence here on the planet, or we could raid the armory for ion damaging weapons, this droids probably got a force shield.

"That sounds like a better plan than the first, we don't want to alert Malak to what we're doing." Advised Akana.

"Right then, T3, download the base schematics onto my datapad. Looks like we'll have to do a bit more fighting than I thought."

"Who dares break my-" the governor started to yell when he felt a fountain of Force energy erupt from the man in front of him. "I sense the Force is strong with you. Very strong."

"Well if you can feel it then I suppose Malak must be doing something right in training you idiots, still you'll find that killing me will be impossible, even Malak couldn't do it." Revan said with a mirthless chuckle.

"How dare you talk about my Master like that! I'll kill you!" the Sith apprentice yelled directing the Force to choke the interloper. Revan just batted it aside.

"Give up boy, you have no chance against me, Dark side or not, something that Malak wasn't ever able to grasp, that's why I was the Master while he was the apprentice." The apprentice's eyes widened in horror as realization struck him. "You got it now don't you…why don't you just give me those launch codes your holding onto and I won't have to kill you." Revan caught the Sith apprentice looking at Akana and Bastila at his sides and Revan lost all sense of playfulness. "You did not just think about doing what I think you were." The wannabe Sith charged at Bastila with his vibro double blade. Before he could make it within striking distance Revan had snapped his neck with the Force. "What a waste…" Revan sighed sadly. Checking the dead Sith's body Revan found the codes, putting them away in his pack.

"That was…" Bastila began.

"Terrible." Akana finished off.

"It had to be done, Malak doesn't train or convert the Jedi under his command, he brainwashes them, I know because I remember being there when he turned his first Jedi, even if you are able to withstand it the treatment leaves you ruthless and nothing but a puppet of the Dark Side's influence."

"And you never did anything like that?" Bastila shot at him. Revan shook his head.

"Everyone that was part of the revanchists followed me willingly, I never forced them to do anything they didn't want to, they followed me because I was a leader and I was doing a Jedi's service by protecting the galaxy, which was our job after all…something that the Masters refused to do. The same could be said for those that joined after the war but the difference is black and white." Revan said with his voice as hard as steel.

"In any case we got what we came for, so lets get out of here." Akana suggested. Agreeing completely Revan and Bastila collected T3 and left for the apartment to inform the others what was going on.

"I knew you'd be back." Canderous said. ""We need each other to get off this rock."

"So, what's this plan of yours?" Revan said. "How are you planning on getting us inside Davik's base?"

"Davik's always looking to recruit new talent. I'll tell him how you won that swoop race and mention that you're interested in working for the Exchange." Canderous explained. I'll say I brought you in so he could check you out. He'll have you stay at his estate for a couple days while he runs some background checks on you - that's standard procedure. While Davik's checking you out, we steal the Ebon Hawk and escape Taris." Canderous stood up from his stool. "Come on - I've got an air speeder nearby to take us to Davik's estate. The sooner we're off Taris the better!"

"This is too risky. We should find another way." Bastila said, rather reluctant to trust Canderous.

"You got another plan, sister?" Canderous shot at Bastila. "Or are you just objecting 'cause you didn't think of it?"

"No, I... don't have another plan." Bastila retorted. "I would rather not place my life in your hands, however."

"I can say the same about you. That makes us even." Canderous said. "Fortunately we both want to get off this rock, right?"

"That's enough Bas', the more we dawdle the more chance that my vision will come to pass, I wouldn't put it against Malak to do something like he did to Telos just to stop you from getting off the planet. That said we need to be careful, so you'll come with me and Canderous, Akana will go back to the hideout to inform the rest of the group what's going on."

"Right then, I'll see you later then." Akana said leaving to do as she was asked.

"Alright then, if your lady friends coming along then she'll need to come as a slave." Canderous said suddenly.

"Right, that means your giving me your double blade until we're inside the compound, you have to act the part of he'll never fall for it, which means you'll also have to wear a collar." Revan said resigned to the idea.

"You might want to wear this as well, its not real but it looks genuine enough to fool most people." Canderous said pulling out a restraint collar. Grumpily Bastila took the collar and fastened it around her neck. Revan and Bastila felt a tremor in the Force and exchanged looks before turning to Canderous.

"Whenever you want to get going…" prodded Revan.

"Right, follow me." Canderous said leading them out of the cantina to his speeder.

Once they entered Davik's throne room, a middle aged man stood up from the throne. He had grey hair, a receding hairline, five o'clock shadow and wrinkles all over his face. He wore a purple suite of chest armor.

"Canderous, you've finally returned." The old man, Davik, Revan presumed, said. "And I see you have brought someone with you. Most intriguing, if I do say so myself."

"It's not like you to take on partners, Canderous. You're getting soft." A short man Revan barely recognized as Calo Nord said, in an attempt to taunt Canderous.

"Watch yourself, Calo." Canderous said, warningly. "You may be the newest kath hound in the pack, but you aren't top dog yet!"

"Enough!" Davik shouted, diffusing tempers before they flared. "I won't have my top two men killing each other - that's not good business." Davik turned his attention back to Canderous, Revan and Bastila.

"I'm sure Canderous has an explanation as to why he's not working solo anymore." The undertone to that was obvious Revan almost rolled his eyes.

"This is a special case, Davik. I ran into someone the Exchange might want to recruit." He said with a wide grin, gesturing to Revan. "You may already recognize Jon Sanrus, this year's swoop champion."

Once it was pointed to him, Davik instantly recognized Revan and Bastila. "Ah, yes. Your victory was very impressive... as was your display in the rather heated battle afterwards." The old man paused a moment to gather his thoughts.

"With a recommendation from Canderous - and a thorough background check - you could become part of the Exchange. Many would kill to prove themselves worthy of this honor."

Revan forced a smile and nodded, doing his best to reign in his desire to reach out with the Force and snap the frail old mans neck. Davik took no notice of any this however and continued speaking.

"…come with me - I will give you a tour of my operations. I'm certain you'll be most impressed." Davik said, motioning for the group to follow.

After Davik left them in the slave quarters Revan returned Bastila's lightsaber to her before they left the slaves quarters to find a way to gain access to the Ebon Hawk.

"Alright, we need the codes to gain access to the Hawk, since you're familiar with Davik and this place you lead the way around." Revan instructed.

"The Hawk once belonged to someone else but Davik stole it from him and is keeping him hostage, he'll have the codes we need, we'll need to get access to the hanger too." Canderous informed them.

"Right then, Bastila'll free the man and get the codes while we," Revan motioned to Canderous and himself. "Will clear the way to the hanger and steal whatever we can from as many criminals as we can find... and Bastila, we don't have time for anything else so as soon as your done follow my Force signature to the Hanger."

Between a mandalorian and a Jedi the entire estates security detail was dispatched easily making it easy for them to move down to the hanger. Reaching out with his feelings Revan felt Bastila move throughout the estate, following the trail of looted bodies that Revan and Canderous left behind them. Reaching the Hanger bay doors they were stopped suddenly by a rather large door that wouldn't accept any of the codes that Canderous pushed into it.

"Step aside!" Bastila called as she ran towards them with her yellow blade raised to strike. She drove her saber through the door, which was met with some resistance but ultimately gave way to the focused beam of light. Careful not to touch the red hot sides of the hole that Bastila had just carved into the hanger bay door they didn't make it three steps till there was a massive tremor causing bits of the ceiling to collapse.

"Dam it all to hell, it's Telos all over again!" raged Revan as he used the Force to push way falling debris.

"Damn those Sith - they're bombing the whole planet!" Davik shouted. "I knew they'd turn on us sooner or..." And then he noticed Revan, Canderous and Bastila. "Well, look what we got here! Thieves in the hangar. So, you figured you'd just steal my ship for your get-away and leave me high and dry while the Sith turn the planet into dust? Sorry, but that isn't going to happen!" Calo grinned as he drew his blasters.

"I'll take care of them, Davik. I've been looking forward to this for a long time!" Davik huffed.

"Make it quick, Calo. The Sith mean business. If we don't get to our ships and find somewhere safe, the bombs they're dropping will kill us all." Declared Davik. Having absolutely no time to deal with this Revan used the Force to push Davik violently into the direct path of a falling bit of the collapsing ceiling. Revan peered to the firefight that Canderous and Calo were engaged in, neither of them gaining much ground. An explosion from above and the falling of more of the hanger roof undid the deadlock between the two mercenaries.

"Well, you may have me outnumbered and outgunned, but if I'm going down I'm taking all you with me!" He reached into a pouch in his belt and pulled out a large grenade. "This thermal detonator will blow us all to bits!" Just as Calo was arming it though, the hanger ceiling completely gave way in the area just above him, causing him to drop it as debris rained down upon him. "Damn those Sith! They'll bring this whole hangar down around our ears!" He screamed, as a portion of the ceiling fell on top of him. By this time Canderous was by the Hawk lowering its loading ramp.

"Come on get in quickly before we end up like those two fools!" Canderous hollered over the many explosions that were going off, Bastila already on board. Quick to follow her example Revan ran up the loading ramp after Canderous. Running to the cockpit Revan assisted Bastila with everything to get them airborne and out of the hanger. As quick as he could Revan reached out with his mind out into the Force to try get Akana to rally the others on the street just outside the apartment complex, as standing on the roof was virtual suicide with the laser fire raining down on them.

Akana who was shell shocked seeing the entire city around her being destroyed from orbit could only shriek in surprise when she felt a shout through the Force directed right at her.

'Get outside on the street as fast as possible, you'll see us coming!' she heard Revan's voice yell through the Force.

"Everyone outside right now! They're coming with our way off this planet alive!" She ordered. The party of 4 plus T3 ran as fast as they could outside onto the street to see a freighter flying through the hellfire raining from the sky. The freighter stopped in mid air just below the street, the loading ramp already lowered.

"Get your asses inside!" shouted Revan using the Force to lift T3 into the ship. Once everyone was on board Revan sealed the ship and headed towards the targeting computer, he knew that they were going to be chased. Quicker than he expected, what with all the laser fire from the orbiting Sith fleet, Revan saw that they had broken Taris' planetary atmosphere.

"Plot course for Dantooine, we'll be safe there for the moment." He heard Bastila call as he swiveled the turrets to the back of the ship, where sure enough, Sith fighters were closing in on them. Revan made quick work of the fighters following them before Revan got an idea. Using the Force to aid in his targeting Revan positioned the turrets of the Ebon Hawk to aim directly at the bridge where Malak was watching the bombardment from. Revan unleashed hell as he fired at Malak's flagship, knowing that he couldn't do any damage from this far away he just wanted to piss Malak off, stop him from enjoying such a sight. He was barely able to see his laser fire connect with Malak's flagship before the Ebon Hawk shot into hyperspace. Exiting the gunners seat Revan just stood there, completely at a loss for what had happened again.

"Dam it, dam it all to hell!" he shouted and he threw a Force driven punch into the durasteel of the ships interior. "It wasn't enough you had to destroy Telos, but Taris too, I should have killed you when I had the chance!" he bellowed as he continued to bash his fists into the ships metal. Someone caught his flailing arms in a firm grip halting his precious action.

"Remember the code Revan! Emotion yet peace, passion yet serenity! Control your emotions instead of them controlling you!" the person holding onto him barked. Revan continued to struggle for a half minute more before Revan finally relented, his energy leaving him suddenly, before he started crying.

"It's my fault; this is my entire fault! I could've prevented all of this!" Revan continued to sob, while Bastila did everything in her power to comfort him.

"Chaos yet harmony Revan, Malak will get what's coming to him in the future." Bastila whispered in his ear.

"Not of the Council gets their way when we reach Dantooine." Revan mumbled.

"You leave the council to Akana and I, everything will be alright…you'll see."

"Still haven't given up on me, huh?" Bastila just hugged him tighter.

"Never. Now I think we should take you to the med bay, you've probably broken your hands with that tantrum you just threw."

"Not my proudest moment…" Revan muttered, Bastila just smiled sadly.

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AN: The end was a bit rushed but I think it's passable. I know that I've neglected quite a bit of each party members back story, not even explored them really, it's just my memory of them is really hazy and I cannot find an original script of everyone's lines in the game on the net anywhere...so I had to resort to using what I remember of the game (I clocked it 7 times), and regrettably copying bits and prices of character lines from other stories, but only the parts that are Cannon, I swear to you. I'm sure there are a few others in this category of fanfiction that have done the same as I have.

And yes, I did make him uber powerful, if you don't like it, then fuck off! I don't want to hear your complaining; they saidd it in the game that Revan was the stronger of the two Sith, I just did it from the get go.

Ahem, that was the first chapter of my plot bunny story, I had to write this so I could continue with my other one, I have some interesting ideas for the next few chapters of this story, which won't leave me till I write them down, so i will have this story updated eventually.