In a galaxy far far away, evil machinations happen. A sith rules the senate in hiding, a galaxy close to civil war. The force sent its chosen one to restore balance to the galaxy. Then an anomaly occurred. A boy of unknown power enters the galaxy at the same time as the chosen one. A void in the force where this boy was born. On the planet of Yavin 4 a mother and father lay there. Their last dying breath escaping their lips with a baby boy in their arms crying. A crashed ship lay near a place that was once the final sanctuary of the sith emperor. A mandalorian mask of black and red lay at the stair steps. This mask of the prodigal knight, Darth Revan. As the years went on, the boy became efficient in the force, learning to control the void around him. His survival itself is a mystery to the force itself. He used both sides of the force fluently, as if he had done it all his life. Living in perfect balance with the light and dark sides. Many years passed. The young boy was now fifteen. Brown hair kept short even after all these years, skin in between tanned and ghost white, body built with muscles from training, and these pure forest green eyes. In one hand was a long pole with all sorts of odds and ends on it. Over his face, he wore the mask of Revan. The burns and dents still embedded in it. Paint chipped off from being left for so long. He only had pants left and his body covered in scars from the many predators of the world. This boy's name was Davican, according to his family's journal.
Davican wasn't ordinary though. He was different from other force sensitives. It was because he was trained by force ghosts of extremely powerful figures. Bastila Shan, Darth Revan, Satele Shan, Darth Bane, Arcann, Thexan, Vaylin, Senya, Kreia, Malak, Sion, Nihilus, Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn, and many heroes/tyrants of the Old Republic times. Getting into commune with them required near perfect concentration due to how far gone some of them were. That, or a strong vergence in the force. Lucky for him, there was one such place on Yavin 4. The great temple. It was a great focal point of the Dark side that lost its alignment to the two sides over time. In the end it became just a strong beacon in the force. Once used as a temple of worship for Naga Shadow and eventually became the spot of his death. Davican walked through the temple, feeling clarity. The temple had many deaths inside its walls that he thought would resonate strongly with the dark side. This wasn't the case though. Instead, it felt like there was clarity in the force. Some places resonated in the dark, while others in the light. In the end, he didn't care about whether it was light or dark. It was an extreme point where the force was strongest. He sat atop the temple breathing calmly.
Revan crossed his arms. "You need to practice your saber training. We need to teach you how to use that ...thing you have there."
"It's a saber …..just not an ordinary saber." The boy said very self consciously about it.
"Sabers aren't surrounded by three of THE most lightsaber resistant metals known to the galaxy." Bastila Shan added. "Let alone an alloy of the three. Beskar, Cortosis, Phrik."
"Not to mention sabers don't come out in the form it does." Qui-Gon Jinn said, but smiled non the less.
With a sigh of defeat, the boy knew he couldn't argue his way out of this. "It's not like I made it or know how it was made. I just know it was and that it was intended for me."
"He needs more than just saber training." Kreia spoke, hands in her sleeves. "A journey to become stronger in both the force and your saber skills. One where we can test his strength."
Revan spoke calmly. "He will not be fighting either the Republic or Separatists in this journey. Instead we will test him with some of the most prized warriors of the galaxy."
"The Mandalorians?" Davican asked.
"The knights of Zakuul."
Davican nervously looked down. "I have no way to get to either of those worlds."
"You mean besides the Corvus you spent rebuilding." Bastila pointed out his family ship that crashed.
"It's a work in progress. I don't have all the parts needed to finish it. Not like the force is just going to give me the parts I…." Cargo containers crashed around the temple. This caused Davican to jump up and look over at the many containers. Then he looked up as a Trade Federation freighter jump to hyperspace. Pirate ships chased after it into hyperspace. Qui-Gon smiled looking at him. "Got it. Shutting my mouth now."
"Sometimes the force works in mysterious ways. Sometimes you just have to ask….Or sometimes it gets blasted out of the sky for you."
Davican let out a reluctant sigh before searching through the many crates. He was pleasantly surprised by the quality of the goods. Valahari engines especially were the best bit of his find. Said engines were supposed to be the best in the galaxy. However, his scavenging was cut short. The sounds of metal stepping towards him made him look. A vulture droid was walking from a crate. It's head and much of its body was severely damaged. Looking as it approached him, he could understand that it was scanning him. Some of the ghosts said to run, others said to fight. He didn't. Instead, he placed a hand against its metallic leg and looked up at it. The once red eyes began to beep and blink before turning blue. Certainly the droids photoreceptors were malfunctioning. It was also the IFF that was malfunctioning. The droid was clearly meant to guard the cargo, but it didn't seem to recognize him as a scavenger. A smile crossed his face as he used the force. Many of the cargo containers opened. Parts for starships and droids floating around him as he began his work. Three months. He spent several days fixing the droid and 'refitting' it with weapons and spare engines from the cargo. The Corvus, as it was called, was also repaired. It was smooth and slightly rounded. The vessel had four turret emplacements on it. One on top, one on bottom, and the sides. It had a fixed turret on the front of the ship as well, but it was small. Probably could only fit seven to nine people comfortably.
"Alright Hawk. She's all done." Davican spoke the Vulture droid which responded in a series of chattering sounds. Strangely enough, he understood what it said. "Yes. You should be hyperspace capable now. Not sure if you can fly, but it's installed." 'Angry chattering'. "I haven't had time to test your flight capabilities. You should be fine."
The HEAVILY modified Vulture droid stepped forward. It's back chassis was extended to fit in its new hyperdrive, sensor package, a deflector shield, and power system. Twin blaster cannons replaced by two Ht-12 heavy laser cannons. Both its wings were armored to house the new Valahari engines. Hawk's blue photoreceptors blinked a few times. Its AI core tweaked and enhanced for its new body, while its personality matrix was left untouched. The droid's body painted over with several blue markings. Under the eyes, swept back to the back of its head were two blue lines. In a single running motion, it transformed to flight mode. It made several excited chattering noises as it boosted, showing off its new engines. Davican smiled and stepped aboard the Corvus. The Corvus on the inside was a rather luxurious ship. Wood paneling cleaned despite the ship's age. An almost pristine lab that doubled as the ship's medical bay as well. Its cargo hold was small compared to most ships of its size. Once in the advanced looking cockpit, he ran through the series of buttons and switches before taking off himself. Hawk formed up on him just as he was transmitting their destination coordinates. It made several chattering noises before the two prepped for hyperspace. He watched as the stars distorted into streams of blue light as they entered hyperspace.
When they dropped out of hyperspace, they were above Zakuul. The endless swamp below the streaming lights of the Spire. He could feel the many force sensitives below him, like a beacon. There were so many. All of which he knew were going to be knights of Zakuul. Communications to identify himself were transmitted to his ship, but were promptly ignored as he landed. Upon landing, the pad was covered in knights of Zakuul. Davican could feel it. The imbalance among the knights. They were broken after the battle of Zakuul. Their numbers cut down by an untold margin. How they survived this long was likely through their own stubbornness and pride. This world showed clear signs of crime syndicate rule for millenia's. He felt it was time, he rewrote the wrong his family committed to the world. Using the force, he made six small devices follow behind him. Upon exiting his ship, the knights were surprised a fourteen year old knew how to fly. This surprise was further enforced by the six devices following him. Power modules, all of Iokath origins. Their surprise began to fade, feeling the force in him. It was soothing. The people who weren't force sensitive had their weapons drawn.
"Storm the battlefield with Tyth, the god of rage. The firstborn of Izax and Scyva leads us to victory against the profane outlanders. Raise your bloody fist and cry triumph." He spoke calmly and firmly. Many of the soldiers recognized this ancient text as 'The awe of Tyth. Despite the annals of time, it was one of the few things not forgotten by the people of their beloved pantheon. "Let me right this wrong my family committed, and return to you what has long been lost."
"Let him through." A female voice spoke to the knights.
From the many golden knights, a single suit of white and red Zakuul armor walked. Their feminine features showing through the armor that the knight would have to make on their own to join the order. The helmet they wore hid their facial features from him as he walked. Many people watched as he walked through the Spire. A lot recognized the power modulators following him. Many seemed thrilled, but there were few hushed voices in the background. He could feel the eyes of people on him. People who didn't have the best interests of Zakuul or him in mind. The six war droids did not rest here, but the mere presence of the modules would inspire others. Davican did recognize that many would fear the return of Iokath technology. That was another problem of its own however. Currently his first order of business was to remove the power of the crime syndicate over the world. Upon entering what was once the eternal throne room, he was greeted by members of the dying criminal organization, the Exchange.
"What is the meaning of this?" One commanded an answer from him.
The Knights of Zakuul closed the doors, but would not intervene as Davican activated his saber. Its blade comes from the top of the long pole in the form of a bronze/orange blade. The heart of the guardian being its crystal. Like a reaper, he collected his due. Blaster fire filled the halls. The blade cut through walls, armor, and body alike. Like a phantom, he would appear as if out of nowhere before them. They didn't know what a force blank could do. To remove themselves from the force completely and make it seem like they were never there. The knights watched with steely glare at the destruction he caused. This crime syndicate, in one fell swoop, was removed from the government of Zakuul. That woman from earlier looked among her knights and nodded. It was clear she was the High Justice among them. Davican didn't take delight in killing them. Instead of falling to the dark side, he remained calm and neutral in his stance. He didn't use the force, seeing it as a blunt hammer where he needed a scalpel in this scenario. From that day forth, he became a proper trainee among the knights of Zakuul.
It wasn't easy for him. Although the knights alone weren't the best force users or saber wielders in the galaxy, their teamwork was exceptional. His training was in matches that were clearly unfair to him in two to five against one. Training was ruthless. Like some of the past practices the emperor of the Eternal Empire truly never died. It was then he used the force. In practice against the knights, although they were many, they lacked proper connection to the respective sides of the force. Their true strength comes from their teamwork which was taken away when his force powers came into play. The High Justice of the knights watched. She was a lady around twenty seven at this time. Black hair compressed by the helmet she wore. Yellow eyes peered down at his training. What she saw was his inherent weakness to team tactics and distractions. He seemed too one track minded to be effective against being surrounded. When his leadership was put into the test, it was like these issues melted away. She watched as he commanded the knights with absolute authority. Despite his age, he showed promise the most younglings would take decades to achieve. In war like scenario's practiced, he showed great command. Shield walls to flanking maneuvers. Crossfires and even their own combat tactics. Zildrog's Wedge where they trapped the enemy in a closed off box and used the force to cut their escape. Tyth's gauntlet with their walkers. Then the day came.
Davican prepped the Corvus. Many switches being flipped in preparation for launch. He was prepared to go to Iokath to reactivate its ancient technology. The high justice, Isild, watched him. Several knights were accompanying him in this attempt. All she could do was pray to Aivela that she would radiate her light on these fearless few. With the final preparations done, the Corvus launched. Hawk followed. The strange droid acted as air support in training and now as his only armored element aside from the single Eternal Empire Walker he could fit in the cargo hold. The few knights watched or played one of the holo games installed on the Corvus while they journeyed. When they arrived at Iokath, it was exactly as it was left after the destruction of Zildrog. One of the more religious of the knights prayed. Landing on the world was….easy. There were many parking places to choose from. Landing at the Forge complex, they disembarked. Hawk walked behind them making chattering noises.
"Yes I know. It's too small for you to use your weapons. Stay out here Hawk. I need you to keep an eye out for automated defenses." Davican assigned the droid its orders. 'Reluctant chattering'.
He pulled his saber scythe and walked into the complex, flanked by four knights and the walker. The forge was a brilliant light of machinery. Although it never stopped running, the world had long run dry of resources. Without an external supplier, the world had no material to work the forges. Davican did wonder what was built when the place was abandoned after the battle when it did have resources. They walked through the forge until they approached the Iokath droid. Tyth, one of the old gods. Its lights were long dead with no power modulator supplying its energy. Something made him feel sorry for the ancient war bot. Although it fought so many battles, its ancient design showed no damage to the chassis. The knights accompanying him looked up at the massive droid. With a loud voice, Davican spoke.
"Storm the battlefield with Tyth, the god of rage. The firstborn of Izax and Scyva leads us to victory against the profane outlanders. Raise your bloody fist and cry triumph." The knights looked up at him as the power modulator was fitted back into Tyth. They then joined him. Shouting out this excerpt from the Awe of Tyth.
The ancient droid's fire reignited. Its single red eye lit up as it stood with its massive pike lit up. Molten lava dripped off the side of what was clearly a lava crystal in its lightsaber like pike. The forge master, god of reage Tyth, reawakened. This massive war droid looked down at the outlanders and then the power modulators. It stepped aside, letting them access the research repository. Their unease slowly melted away. His knights watched as a god came back to life. Going to the research repository, they were greeted by the many broken down 'daughters' of Aivela and Esne. The two droids themselves sat inoperational in the center of the platform.
"Beware the shadows of Esne, goddess of envy and twin of Aivela. Forever eclipsed by her sister's incandescence, she will use her venomous tongue to test the faithful and cull the weak." He spoke. The knights echoed the Admonition of Esne as the droids power module was reinstalled. "Burn all doubt in the fires of Aivela, our goddess of passion. The favored daughter stands beside her brother Tyth on every battlefield, radiating grace to the fearless." The knights repeated after him the proclamation of Aivela. Her power module installed reactivating the twin sister droids.
With these restored, he felt sorrow fill him. Echoes of the past flowing through him as they were defeated in the past. The cries of the people as their beloved gods were taken from them. His knights felt the same echo, but not as strong as he did. They entered the singularity generator facility. They were greeted by the sight of Nahut. The misshapen droid capable of cloaking its formless body. It's three photoreceptors showing no light. It was time to light its way home.
"Bear a single torch for Nahut, the hated son. Gray, formless, and cold, he is denied by all but the Mother of Sorrows. Do not follow him into the dark. Light the way to lead him home." He spoke the lines from the excerpt of the lamentation of Nahut. The knights repeated after him, revering even that hated son.
Once the modulator was installed and the droid lit up, they continued to the godkin command center. There they saw her. The mother of Sorrows, Scyva. This ancient machine that commanded reverence from all even in her death. Davican wore the mask of Revan, but even he could feel a tear come to his eyes. Her sorrow echoed through the force. A droid who's emotions could be felt even now. It cut deep into them all. They took a pause to honor the droid before speaking the excerpt from the grieving of Scyva.
"Walk the path with Scyva, the constant companion. Wife of divine Izax and avatar of sorrows, she weeps beside those who gladly march to embrace the ultimate devourer." Davican couldn't speak the lines without shedding tears for her. He couldn't understand why. Something about this droid invoked memories. Memories of pain….of crying….of family.
Her reawakening though, brought joy. Upon going up the galactic signal broadcast tower, they were greeted by Izax's massive form. The ancient droid was by no means small. Neither was its fire power. It was known as the ultimate devourer and for good reasons. The wreckage of eternal fleet warships surrounded the tower while it remained unharmed in appearance. They shuddered at the disgusting power this single droid could unleash. Anger. Betrayal. He felt what it did in the moments of the fight. Without stuttering, he spoke.
"Honor the omnipotence of Izax, the ultimate devourer: father, ruler, and bringer of death to us all. His forms are infinite, but his great glory flies on serpent wings." he spoke but was interrupted just before he could place the power modulator inside it.
"Your presence here is quite the anomaly. Tell me. Why are you here?" A voice spoke from one of the many terminals jumping the knights to draw their weapons. "I recognize the knights you're with and the mask you wear. I cannot process what it is you are doing here however. You clearly aren't from Zakuul, or you'd be in my database."
"I see….You're SCORPIO. Valen told me of you. She did not speak highly though."
"I see. You are an interesting specimen. You exist, yet at the same time do not. Your taste is strange according to my analysis. Your genetic code is also strange. I do not comprehend why."
He put his weapon away and the knights followed his lead. Using the force he finished what he was doing with Izax before responding. "I'm not of this galaxy. My parents came here from another quite some time ago. Crashed while I was still a baby aboard their ship."
"Intriguing. Perhaps you can help me in some way. I will need access to this database aboard your ship."
"Perhaps I could grant you this, but I know better than to trust you blindly. There was a lot of talk about your betrayals and I will need assurance you won't just kill me if I give access."
"I make no such promises."
"Then help me, and I will help you."
"That is the idea of this arrangement."
"Give me access to your database and I'll give you access to mine."
"This arrangement lies heavily in my favor as much of my database has been corrupted."
"That's fine."
He transmitted the codes to his database as she gave him hers. As she said, much of the data was unusable….several centuries ago. A smile crossed his face as he opened a wrist mounted data pad and connected it to the computer frame. His knights looked uneasily as Izax slithered its way down the tower. He knew the AI would take time looking through his database, and he used this time well. While she analyzed, he uncorrupted files. The GEMINI, the eternal warships, the gravestone, and most importantly the Omnicannon. This didn't remain hidden long however.
"I see. Your technological expertise far exceeds initial analysis." SCORPIO spoke through the computer.
"Hey. I did what must be done to survive alone. Tinkering, computers, and lots of practice." Davican spoke proudly. "Besides. A war is coming. I had to prepare. To remain free. From the influence of the sith, slavers, and the trade federation."
She paused. Calculating every word he spoke. "Initial scan confirmed. Chances or remaining free have diminished greatly with your arrival and departure. How may I be of assistance." He smiled sending schematics of the GEMINI.