Author's Note: Hey guys, as I'm sure many of you are aware school is about to start; for me it is on the 26th. This means that update schedules will be a bit slower than usual, especially because my classes this year won't be as lenient as last year. I upload whenever I can, but it's not a consistent schedule I keep for it.

Admittedly, I had actually planned to originally be finished with Rebirth by now, and the Legacy of Jarik Shan series as a whole. Obviously that's not the case, and I still have a ways to go haha. In a way it makes sense though, because this volume of the series has more original storytelling than any of the other ones (aside from Beginnings, but that updates PAINFULLY slow haha). But I'm still determined to get through the series fully, and there is much more on the way after LOJS as well!

Your support continues to be absolutely wonderful and amazing, and I never thought the Shaniverse would grow to where it is today!

C.E.W: Lot's of good analysis. Thrawn definitely views Jarik as an asset when it comes to the Vong/Hive, but in regards to how he would go about it with his loyalty to the Empire, we'll just have to wait and see what he does.

Ryry-24: HTTYD movies still have some ways to go in the story, but they all will be done. Chronologically in the Shaniverse the second and third movies both take place in between A New Hope and Empire Strikes back. In regards to your question about Mara's appearance I can see the confusion. In my story posters (I assume you're referring to those) not all of the characters and pictures were drawn by me, although much was altered to suit my needs for it. For an accurate representation of what my characters look like, go visit my DeviantArt page (same name) and you'll find more stuff there, as well as the story posters too. (Also Mara's cowl/cape in my series is made out of fur similar to what Astrid wore in HTTYD 2. It was a Viking gift.

Riku Uzumaki: Oh yeah, there is definitely much going on, and Ahch-To's location being hidden is certainly a mercy for Jarik and the others.

Guest: Yeah, Jarik has definitely earned a high title/rank. In my honest opinion though I would imagine he wouldn't really care for it, as he isn't as active in leading the Rebellion aside from working as the head of the Fulcrum Agency. He's definitely not leading ships into battle like Hera does that's for sure. Think of Jarik as more of a 'consultant' figure or something like that, someone who everyone respects and is willing to listen to and follow, but doesn't officially carry a high rank. Also Leia's referral to Jarik as 'Commander' was more of a reference to his rank in the Clone Wars.

MasterWars10000: That's not the music I'm referring to haha. I mean soundtracks that go along with the scenario that is happening in the story at the moment.

CT7567Rules: The Emperor certainly wants to understand the Transformers that's for sure, and eliminate them if they continue to screw up his plans.

Thanks for all of the birthday messages! :3

Chopper Base - Atollon

Jarik POV...

I sat in a chair next to Mara, where she was quietly lying down on a medical bed hooked up to a bacta line. I keep my right hand over one of hers, doing anything I can to help comfort her and recover from the things that she went through.

Based on her injuries she was definitely electrified a whole lot, causing some of her nervous system to be locked up. Most likely the containment field she was hanging in was the culprit, likely having been outfitted with an electrifier. However the addition of burns on her face and skin, and some of her red hair being charred to black in some places, added to the inclusion of Force lightning being used on her. Obviously the Emperor decided to add his own personal touch to whatever torture she experienced, also delving into her mind. Any time she's woken up she's been filled with terror, believing everything was an illusion crafted by the Emperor.

It made my blood boil to know what Sidious has managed to do in such a short amount of time, and who knows how much more damage he caused! The only relief I have is knowing that her injuries will heal fully, given time.

Low growls and whines off to the side get my attention and I look up to see Zenna carefully approaching, her head held low and her wings scrunched up to allow her room to maneuver in the tight space. She lowers her head down and sniffs Mara, nudging her shoulder lightly and whining in distress. I reach my left arm up and gently pet her neck, understanding what she was feeling.

"I know Zenna... I know," I murmur quietly.

Mara then groans softly, and I instantly return my attention to her as her eyes blink, her vision coming to focus on me and Zenna. As soon as she spots me her eyes shoot open wide in complete fear, and she scoots back on her bed.

"N-no! Stop it!" she cries out.

"Mara, it's me!" I tell her anxiously, keeping my hand on her wrist as she tries pulling away. "You're alright, you're safe!"

"You're lying! Stop lying to me Sidious!" she wails.

Zenna whines pitifully at Mara's reaction, and my heart nearly breaks to see my adopted daughter so distressed like this. A rush of intense and focused anger rises up in me, but I forcefully shove down on it, knowing that anger won't help Mara right now.

"I'm not lying," I tell her softly. "Mara, I can prove it. Ask me a question only I would know the answer too."

Mara stills on the bed, breathing heavily and looking at me with fear in her eyes. Nevertheless she swallows to regain some confidence and starts speaking in a quiet, shaky voice.

"What... did Jarik Shan do on... on the first Snoggletog?" she asks nervously.

I listen to her question intently, and allow a small smile to come across my face at the memory of that night.

"I finally proposed to mother... You and everyone else were waiting for us inside the Great Hall," I answer softly, laughing quietly at the next part. "Apparently you told everyone about it weeks beforehand."

I meet Mara's eyes again, and she looks at me with tears streaming down her eyes, daring against hope before finally saying something.

"...Dad?" she asks meekly.

I smile at her warmly, tears threatening to break from my eyes at stretch out my presence in the Force fully to her. She gasps before sobbing in relief, flinging herself at me with a cry. I quickly catch her in my arms, hugging her tight as she wraps her arms around my neck and buries her face into my chest, crying.

"Daddy... You came for me!" she says in between sobs. "It's really you!"

"I know Mara... I know," I reply soothingly, holding her close as she cries into my shirt. "I won't let you go ever again."

"...please don't..." she murmurs with a whimper.

Zenna squawks in aggravation, desperately seeking attention from Mara. Hearing the dragon's call, she looks up and widens her eyes in surprise at the sight of her, completely baffled.

"Zenna?!" she asks incredulously. "What... what are you doing here?"

Zenna chirps once more, shoving her head forwards, and I allow Mara the chance to greet her. She pets her head and scratches underneath her chin, prompting Zenna to purr in contentment, playfully nudging her.

"She and the others... insisted on being part of the rescue party," I explain.

"Others?" Mara asks in confusion, before staring at me incredulously. "Wait, you mean-"

"Yeah, Hiccup and the gang. And Stoick... and Gobber, and Calder," I confirm with a nod, a little exasperated.

She's completely baffled. "How..?! What..."

"They honestly wouldn't take no for an answer when I planned the rescue mission," I tell her with a shrug. "Everyone came, really. Spectres included."

"...can I... can I see them?" she asks meekly.

"Of course sweetheart," I say with a smile. "I'll bring them in."

As I start to slip away, Mara panics and latches tightly onto my arm, her eyes wide in fright.

"No no no, don't leave me please!" she pleads desperately.

"I'm not gonna leave you," I reassure her quickly, rushing back to her side anxiously. I ponder what to do before pulling out my comlink.

"Rylla, you there?" I ask.

"I am Jarik," she replies, faltering for a moment. "Is she... is she awake?"

"She is," I answer, smiling at Mara. "Could you bring everyone in? She wants to meet them."

"Everyone?" she asks. "Sure, of course."

"Thank you Rylla," I say gratefully, ending the transmission.

Less than a minute later the door to the room opens, and everyone slowly pours inside. Hiccup and some of the Berkian kids walk in first, followed by the Ghost Crew. After them comes Stoick, Gobber, Rylla, Rex and Boil. Their eyes all light up at the sight happily of Mara conscious, and they walk over to us. Mara shrinks next to me and Zenna for a moment before steeling her nerves, managing a small, nervous smile.

"Hey guys," she greets.

"Hey Mara," Hiccup replies. "How are you feeling?"

"Okay I guess," she shrugs in reply.

"Okay?" Astrid asks with a raised eyebrow. "That's the best you got?"

"What, you want me to say something different?" Mara retorts with a tiny grin.

"At least you're still spunky," Sabine mutters, although she had a hint of a smirk crossing her lips.

"What does spunky mean...?" Ruffnut asks Tuffnut, but he shrugs.

"You guys... you all came for me?" Mara asks quietly.

"Of course we did," Ezra tells her. "You're our friend."

"I can't speak for anyone else," Boil starts. "But I'd fight to my last breath to keep you safe from the Emperor."

"A tiny, red-head girl... who's a friend," Zeb adds as an afterthought.

More tears threaten to spring from Mara's eyes and she wipes her face with her arm, smiling at them.

"Thank you," she says gratefully.

"Jarik," Hera says, and I look up at her. "Senator Organa wants to talk to us; you specifically."

I frown at the comment, wanting nothing more than to stay right here. Why won't he allow me to just stay with my daughter to help her recover from this traumatic experience?! The thought makes me furious, but I quickly flush out the anger, a little surprised at it. Why... where did that come from? Shaking my head, I give Hera an understanding nod and look at Mara worriedly.

"I have to go Mara, it'll just be for a minute," I tell her, and her eyes flash with momentary fear, her grip on my hand tightening. I look up from her and face the others. "Can you all stay with her please? Until I get back?"

"Sure," Ezra and Hiccup say at the same time.

They both look at each other in surprise while Sabine and Astrid smirk at them, snickering with each other. I refocus my gaze on Mara and send feelings of calm to her through the Force.

"I'll be a moment Mara, alright?"

"Ok..." she reluctantly replies.

I break away from her slowly, staring at her in concern for several long moments before breaking off, walking towards the exit. Hera, Kanan and Rex all follow, along with Rylla and Stoick.

When we reach the command center, Commander Sato and Shaak Ti were waiting for us there, along with a hologram of Senator Organa and Senator Mothma on the holotable. They all turn towards us at our approach, and we gather around the table. Stoick stands beside me, still a little uncomfortable and unfamiliar with all of the technology being shown to him.

"Jarik, it is good to see you made it back in one piece," Bail greets with a smile.

"Thank you. It was tough, but everyone made it out in one piece, and we rescued Mara," I tell him.

"That's good to hear," he replies.

"And how are you doing, Jarik?" Shaak asks me.

I glance at her for the moment, noticing the serious look in her eyes. "...better now. The important thing is Mara is safe, and everyone came out of it just fine."

"A most interesting strategy indeed, if I must say," Mothma says. "It certainly gained a lot of attention."

"We've been discussing the rescue operation, and what's come out of it as of late," Sato states.

"What's come out of it?" Kanan asks.

"This was a strike against the Empire's capital, Kanan. The entire galaxy is now in an uproar," Shaak points out.

"I suppose no one has ever done something like this before?" Stoick remarks lightly, and I shrug in response.

"There have been assaults against Coruscant before, but not like this. As such, this case is special in that it was a small group that attacked, not an army, and ended up successful in its goal. That is what has never been done before," Bail explains with a nod, looking at Stoick curiously. "I believe we have never been introduced before."

"No, we haven't," Stoick admits. "I'm Stoick the Vast, Chief of my tribe. I came to assist Jarik in rescuing Mara."

"He's native to the planet I'm staying on," I offer in simple explanation.

"In that case, I thank you for assisting us. I understand this may be unfamiliar territory for you," Bail says in understanding.

"We make do with it," Stoick says gruffly with a nod, glancing down at me. "Although I doubt we'll be doing something like this again."

"That would be correct," I confirm.

"And we will respect that decision," Mothma replies with a nod.

"How has the galaxy responded to this, exactly?" Hera asks.

"Many people around the galaxy are now taking action against the Empire, most of which are joining various rebel cells," she informs us, a small smile on her face before she frowns. "Other groups such as the Partisans and the Free Ryloth movement, have admittedly taken their tactics to more extreme measures. I fear your boldness, Jarik, has fueled their resolve as well."

"And that's a bad thing?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. I know exactly what she's referring to, although I don't see why I should be responsible for that.

"They were already extreme enough, but now I fear it may be getting worse. Saw in particular," Mothma says.

"I can't speak for Saw, Senator, but my father fights only for Ryloth's freedom. He doesn't cross the line of harming innocent people," Hera points out.

"I hope you are right Captain Syndulla," she replies, before turning to me. "While I cannot argue with the results of your rescue operation, Jarik, I feel I must stress that a wild and dangerous attack such as the one you led could have led to the deaths of innocents. It was a very high risk, and many citizens also saw it as a ruthless terrorist attack."

"I wasn't going to kill innocent people Senator, I planned out where the Resolute would land so that didn't happen," I reply with a frustrated sigh, crossing my arms. "And people are going to see us as terrorists anyways, no matter how we do things. There's no getting around that fact."

"Still, there could be better ways of carrying out such a high risk operation," she insists.

"If I may interject Senator, but I myself agree with Shan's judgement on this matter," a voice says.

I look in the direction of who spoke, and blink in complete surprise and bafflement at seeing the person coming to my defense to be none other than Fenn Rau. A Mandalorian!

"He's right in that many will still view our actions as terrorism. Our only way to change that view is by keeping to our moral code while persisting through the fight, so that we may eventually come out victorious," Rau states, giving me a glance. "Shan's actions have proven that he is willing to face the Empire head on in order to protect his loved ones."

I stare at Fenn Rau for a long time, still surprised at hearing this coming from him of all people. Kanan and Hera both share a glance with each other, while Rex crosses his arms with a small approving smile. Rylla and Shaak both smile as well. The only one who looks a little bit lost is Stoick, but he understands enough to know this is significant.

"Very well then," Mothma says, conceding the point.

For some reason I'm getting the sense that we won't be seeing things 'eye-to-eye' all the time, at least not in the way that I do with Bail. I'm sure she has the galaxy's best interests at heart, no question. She just seems... like too much of a pacifist.

Not that that's a bad thing, but Bail and even Padmé—way back in the day—understood the harsh reality of war, and how it can't always be avoided. I don't know if Mothma does completely.

At least not yet.

"Perhaps now would be a good chance to focus on what lies ahead for us?" Bail suggests.

"I believe that would be the best for now," Shaak says in agreement.

"You can head back to the others if you wish. Ou won't really be involved in anything else," I murmur to Stoick.

"I understand," he replies in agreement.

Stoick then heads off while we start focusing more on the discussion, and I cross my arms momentarily, huffing an annoyed breath. The only thing I have any interest in doing right now is getting back to be with Mara, but this discussion unfortunately needs to happen.

"It's Rylla, correct?" Bail asks, and I draw myself out of my thoughts to return to the conversation.

"Yes Senator," she replies.

"I'm grateful to your support for our rebellion so far. I'm hopeful you'll be willing to provide more aid if we ask for it? Whenever you're willing of course," he says.

"About that, I may need some help for me and Hayden first," she replies, glancing at me. "Since we're bounty hunters, having our names broadcasted by the Empire would essentially put us out of business."

"If needed, you can seek refuge with the rebellion," Mothma offers.

"Thank you Senator, but we would prefer not to do so if we can. Is it possible to keep our names hidden?" she asks, directing the question to me.

"I'll do what I can to keep your record clear, though you'll have to change your ship to remain anonymous," I tell her. "Unfortunately, if Thrawn reviews the attack, which I'm sure he will, then it's likely he'll trace down your ship to you and Hayden."

"I suppose that'll have to do," she says, but gives me a grateful look. "Thank you Jarik."

I smile briefly at her, and then turn back to the table. "How's Elita been since the rescue?"

"She's been doing well enough," Kanan says. "From what I know she's out messing with her blasters or something like that."

"And stretching out her joints," Hera adds. "Apparently she says she's still not in 'full shape.'"

"Oh I can relate," Rex comments.

"Our mechanical friend?" Bail asks curiously.

"Yeah, Elita One," I confirm. "She's been happy enough to help us out for the time being."

"Who is this Elita One, exactly? I've seen reports, and I'll admit I'm surprised at knowing our assistance is coming from a large mechanical creature," Mothma admits. "I'm also a bit concerned about the others like her, from what I've heard. They seem hostile."

"They're known as Cybertronians, and come from a planet called Cybertron. The reason we've never heard of it is because it actually isn't in our galaxy," I inform them.

"It's not?" Bail asks in surprise, a little concerned.

"No. Elita's here mainly because she was trapped for a long time in a form of stasis, which I freed her from. She doesn't have any direct way back to her homeworld, so until we figure that out she's happy to assist us in the meantime," I explain.

"And where did you find her?" Mothma questions.

I cross my arms, opting to remain silent. Rylla, Rex and the others glance at me with knowing uncertainty, while Shaak casts me a knowing look. Fenn Rau looks more curious and interested. Understanding my hesitance on the question, Bail coughs to break the awkward silence.

"Perhaps that's a question for another time," he says, attempting to change the subject. "I'm more concerned about these hostile Cybertronians, who have attacked you all numerous times."

"They call themselves Decepticons," Rex speaks up with an answer. "Apparently Elita's planet is in its own civil war, has been for a long time now, in a way not too different from the Clone Wars."

"A while back they chased Elita here to our galaxy, where they thought they killed her. Evidently that's not the case, so once they realized that they came back to try and finish the job," I finish in explanation.

"That is troubling. They sound like a very dangerous threat to us," Mothma says in concern. "If they discover your location then much of the rebellion will be at grave risk."

"Indeed," Commander Sato adds in agreement.

"From my understanding they're only focused on Elita, and could care less about us," Hera informs them.

"What is Elita's view on them?" Rau asks.

"She's held the same concerns about putting us in harms way, but so far we've managed to stay ahead of them," I tell them.

"We've fought those big clankers before, we can do it again," Rex states confidently.

"Elita enjoys helping here, but she also feels that the quicker she fins a way back to Cybertron, the safer we'll be," I continue. "The Decepticons aren't going to give up on hunting her anytime soon."

"Is there any way we could assist in helping her to return home?" Sato asks.

"I think you should leave that to me. Aside from Grand Admiral Thrawn, R5 and I are the only ones who could eventually find a way to navigate through the Unknown Regions, and that's not even counting spanning the gap between two galaxies. The Rebellion has enough to worry about without that," I tell them.

"Very well," Sato concedes in agreement.

"I understand that Lux Bonteri is with you now," Bail states, switching to a new subject with Elita's being concluded.

"Unfortunately, the Emperor himself has branded Senator Bonteri as a traitor, so he'll be unable to return to his position in the Senate," Mothma informs us.

"No surprise there," Rex scoffs. "I can talk to him and see what his plans are. I'd imagine he'll stay with the rebellion, or maybe join Saw's group."

"Do you believe that is a good idea?" Mothma asks cautiously.

"Saw's tough, but he and Bonteri are good friends, and from my understanding Lux assisted the Partisans with information," Rex explains confidently. "Not to mention, he may manage to help keep Saw from being so brutal."

"Sounds good enough," Hera says.

"I'd imagine we'll be receiving a lot of new recruits in the near future for the rebellion, and Chopper Base isn't large enough for them all," Shaak points out.

"If that is the case, then send them to the Massassi Group on Yavin 4. The base there is more than large enough to welcome new rebels," Mothma suggests.

"From here on Atollon we can coordinate other rebel cells if needed. There are several groups that don't have much leadership right now," Hera adds.

"I agree. Together with the Massassi Group, we can unite many others to stand strong against the Empire," Commander Sato states firmly.

Through the course of the meeting we discussed several more topics about the future of the Rebellion from this point. Apparently I had a greater impact on the galaxy than I ever thought I would.

Still, I was more than happy to depart once it was all finished and done. Right now my only plan is to go back to Ahch-To, take all of the Vikings and dragons back, and then keep Mara safe on the island until fully she's fully healed. If I had my way I'd try to keep her there forever, but Mara would throw a fit if she wasn't allowed to help some more.

"Jarik?" Shaak calls.

I turn around and see her hovering over to me in her chair, looking at at me with a serious expression.

"Are you sure you're alright?" she asks me.

"I'm fine, I just want to get back with Mara," I tell her.

Rylla comes up behind Shaak and looks at me with a concerned expression.

"Rylla and I have spoken recently, and we've both come to the conclusion that you're not well," she continues.

"And?" I ask, crossing my arms. I don't like where this is going.

"You've been very agitated lately, even before Mara was taken," Rylla points out worriedly. "We just want to know what's wrong."

"Nothing is wrong, at least nothing that can be fixed," I reply stiffly, glancing at the wall.

"You're referring to Ahsoka," Shaak states calmly.

I whip my head up to stare at her, narrowing my eyes slightly and glancing between Shaak and Rylla.

"Jarik, it's not that hard to figure out what's bothering you. Ever since Ahsoka..." she falters before continuing. "...you've been up-tight, anxious, and angry."

"So what?" I demand.

"Malachor has been on your mind nearly every day Jarik," Shaak says. "If you can't look past that, you'll never overcome it. Darkness is growing in you, we can both sense it."

"It's not easy to look past Shaak. She was my wife, my soulmate, my everything! And now she's gone!" I snap angrily. "How am I supposed to feel?"

"Try thinking about the positives in life," Rylla suggests.

"What, the positives from losing Ahsoka?!" I exclaim.

"That's not what I meant! And you know it!" she replies anxiously.

"Is that supposed to mean something then?! Sure, I got Mara back, but who knows what else could happen? I keep losing everything! all because of the kriffing Emperor! He continues to take and take and take, and I can't do a kriffing thing about it!" I exclaim furiously, a hint of gold flickering in my eyes. "There are no positives here, and all I have going for me now is the chance at killing Sidious once and for all!"

Rylla steps back, looking hurt by my angry rant, but at the moment I don't care one second-

"Turn out your pockets," Shaak says.

What she says is so random in bizarre that I falter for a moment, staring at her in bewilderment.

"What?" I ask, confused.

"You've been carrying something with you Jarik," Shaak says, looking at me with a stern gaze.

"What are you talking abou-" I start to demand angrily.

"Turn out your pockets!" she repeats fiercely, borderline glaring at me.

Scoffing, I reach my hand down into one of my pockets on my belt just to prove her as being foolish, only to stiffen in confusion when I find something there. Narrowing my eyes, I slowly lift my hand out and look down, finding the Sith Holocron held firmly in my right hand. I stare at it for a long while, blinking quickly in a state of confusion.

"...huh?" I murmur softly to myself.

"How long have you been carrying that around?" Shaak asks, more gentle this time.

"I don't recall carrying this aro..." I say before faltering, feeling a little dazed. "I... I don't know, actually."

"You've had the Sith holocron with you this whole time?" Rylla asks me, concerned.

"...did I?" I ask slowly, still confused.

"It's swirling with darkness Jarik," Shaak states, moving forwards slightly. "Can you please give it to me?"

Still confused, I feel a sudden sense of anger and unwillingness to part with the holocron. Startled, I push down on that rush of anger and slowly do as she asked, hesitantly reaching my hand out to drop it into her open hand.

"Shan..." the voice of Darth Traya hisses angrily in my mind.

The moment the holocron leaves me I feel a sudden relief, as a pressure is lifted off of my mind. I let out a deep breath, feeling as though I just walked out into cool breeze after a hot day. I shake my head once more, staggering in my step lightly, and Rylla grabs onto my arm to help me keep my balance.

"Are you alright Jarik?" she asks me in concern.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine," I reply, blinking in surprise. "More than fine actually. What was that?"

"You were carrying this holocron on your very person for far too long Jarik," Shaak says seriously, still holding it in her hand. "It was heavily affecting you."

"It was?" I ask, surprised.

"It may look very damaged, but the dark presence of whoever crafted this still remains," she informs me.

"Traya," I answer immediately, getting their attention. "Darth Traya."

"The old Sith Lord?" Rylla asks with a furrowed brow.

"Yeah, that holocron was once hers," I explain, casting it a wary glance. "I didn't think that it could have such an affect on me."

"Why did you have this holocron in your possession anyways?" Shaak questions, frowning.

"I had it to try and understand some visions I was receiving. Ultimately it ended up not amounting to much and I sort of just... forgot about it," I explain with a shrug.

"That was dangerous of you to forget about it," Shaak says in clear disapproval. "It was exuding much of its dark influence on you, drawing you far to close to the dark side."

"Wait... that's what the problem was?" I ask myself, slowly coming to a realization.

"What problem?" Rylla asks me.

"I thought I was doomed to fall to the dark side without Ahsoka," I say again, a slow smile spreading across my face. "It was never about my lineage at all! It was that dumb holocron! I'm not gonna turn evil!"

"What are you- woah!" Rylla cries out.

Her question was interrupted because I pulled her into a fierce hug to express my joy, even lifting her off the ground and spinning around happily for a few seconds. I separate from her with an exhilarated laugh while she just stands there, both her and Shaak staring at me in complete bafflement. I haven't felt this happy since Ahsoka was with me!

"This is great! I thought it was because of my connection to Revan that was pulling me to the dark side, but that's not the case at all!" I exclaim happily. "I mean sure, I have a darkness in me, but that's just a part of who I am! It doesn't control me, it was just overpowering my light side because of Traya's kriffing holocron!" I say happily.

I just had to get this entire thing off my chest with this joyful rant. Honestly this is such a huge relief, knowing that falling to the dark side without Ahsoka to help me isn't inevitable, as I previously thought.

"Wait a second, what do you mean your 'connection to Revan?'" Rylla demands.

"Huh?" I ask in confusion, before realizing. "Oh, I never told you about this...? Eh, whatever. Now I can tell you. I'm actually Revan's last living descendant."

She and Shaak both stand there for a moment, blinking several times before gaping at me. The look of complete surprise and shock on Shaak Ti's otherwise calm face has me smiling in amusement, but seeing Rylla gape at me really sells it.

"WHAT?!"

Velusia - Core Worlds

3rd person POV...

After the complete and utter chaos that occurred during the incident that the galaxy is now labeling as the 'Action at Coruscant,' the three Decepticons retreated to another world in the galaxy's core area, merely just to stay out of sight as they took a momentary break to recover. On top of a rocky mountain overlooking the city of Mount Hollow, the Decepticons paced around in frustration while Onslaught sat on a boulder, his servos under his chin in thought, a deep scowl on his face.

"Well wasn't that a load of slag-sucking scrap," Blast Off growls. "Once again that glitch-spawned Elita got away from us! Again!"

"Way to point out the obvious Blast Off," Vortex grumbles sarcastically.

"You got a problem, slaghead?" he snarls angrily.

"Yeah, I got a problem! It's you whining and complaining all the time whenever that femme gets away from us!" he snaps.

"I didn't see you offering us any help," Blast Off states dismissively.

"I saw you ignore Elita in favor of shooting those organic flyers which, by the way, I was already dealing with myself," Vortex retorts.

"What are you, half-clocked?" he demands.

"Not as much as you!" he retorts.

"Oh right, you're a miss-clock. My bad," Blast Off replies mockingly.

"Better that than a bot fraggin son of a Cessna," he shoots back heatedly.

Blast Off's red optics glow with fury, and he takes a few heavy stomps towards Vortex while growling in rage.

"Why you little-" he starts yelling.

"ENOUGH!" Onslaught roars.

Onslaught jumps to his feet and storms over to the two Combaticons, glaring furiously at them with barely suppressed rage.

"How many times do I have to repeat myself? I don't give a flying frag what you two have to say about each other, and I don't want to hear it!" Onslaught snarls. "If you slagheads spent as much time being successful as you did insulting each other, we might not be having Lord Megatron glaring down our necks right now!"

"Well what do you want us to do then Onslaught? You've been failing just as much as we have against Elita," Blast Off accuses angrily.

"Oh I certainly have Blast Off. If it wasn't for your incompetence in battle!" he retorts scathingly. "The longer it takes us to kill her, the more capable she becomes in battle! Her joints were scrap when she reawakened, and now she's gained nearly all of her movement back! At the very least I haven't been defeated or distracted by a bunch of filthy organics like you!"

Blast Off snarls at Onslaught and stomps forwards, his rage getting the better of him. Within a second Onslaught's sword is in his hand and jabbed up against his chassis, right over where Blast Off's spark lies.

"Do not test me Blast Off," he growls dangerously.

Blast Off glares at him with a furious scowl but relents, backing down from the fear of what might happen to him if he were to attempt an attack. He knows Onslaught is the more skilled fighter, despite being slightly smaller in size.

Vortex lets out a growl of frustration.

"What are we going to do now? Every time we find that Autobot, she somehow manages to get away. First it was because Blast Off got scrapped by some human," he states, and Blast Off scowls at the remark. "Then it was because of those organic machines, and now it was because of all that nonsense on that Cybertron-wannabe planet. Where in Primus' name did those dragon creatures come from anyways?!"

As Vortex continues rant, Onslaught whips his head around to look at him when he mentions the dragons.

"Hold on a nanoclick... dragons?" he asks, mostly to himself.

"Yeah, that's what I said wingnut," Vortex scoffs.

"I know what you said!" Onslaught roars, smacking him on the head with enough force to make him stumble back.

Vortex lets out an indignant and angry shout, but Onslaught ignores him in favor of walking off for a few steps, his face scrunched up in deep thought, optics narrowed. He quickly recalls seeing the dragons on Coruscant, remembering how they came with Elita's team of human pets and led by the one called Jarik Shan...

"Wait... I'm a fool," Onslaught murmurs to himself, chuckling.

"What now?" Blast Off demands.

"Either Elita One is a complete fool, or a genius," Onslaught says, turning around to face them with a smirk. "Don't you get it?"

"Are we supposed to Onslaught?" Vortex asks, staring at him with barely concealed annoyance.

Onslaught rolls his optics with a frustrated growl. "Just think about it! Elita's pet humans rode dragons on their so-called 'rescue mission.' Those dragons could only have come from one place: Ahch-To!"

Vortex blinks his optics in surprised realization, while Blast Off glances up with an incredulous look on his face.

"Wait, Elita is there?" he demands.

"The answer was right in front of us the whole time, and we were too prejudging to see it!" Onslaught says with a triumphant laugh. "Her hideout is still on that backwater planet, where she was trapped."

"So we can go after her now?" Vortex asks with rising glee.

Onslaught nods his head and looks up into the starry night sky, a satisfied and sinister smirk crossing his face.

"We are going to end her completely," he declares with a vengeance.

Uh oh... Onslaught and his crew have figured it out! Unlike the Empire, they've been to Ahch-To before in pursuit of Elita millennia ago... not good! And now begins the Combaticon's Arc... right after the Rescue Arc...

Honestly though I can't remember completely who knows Jarik's connection to Revan and who doesn't. I don't even think I ever had Obi-Wan learn that secret! xD xD xD ...oh poor Obi-Wan.