edboy4926-Maybe, but they only really canonized a Sith Lord named Revan, nothing else. It's not really worth all the lore-breaking and ignorance of previous movies to me, but what you like is your choice in the end.

Well, it's certainly been a while. I apologize for the longer wait, I had a lot of trouble writing this chapter, and I was also extremely sick for a couple weeks, so that set me back as well. I'll try to upload the next chapter within the next week or two. And now, without further ado, here's the next chapter!

Vision. Vibranium android with A.I. created from the Mind Stone, 'J.A.R.V.I.S.', and 'Ultron'. Highly intelligent, various combat-useful abilities. Mind Stone embedded in forehead, making him a high-value target. (Note: Do not allow him on the battlefield, keep under constant surveillance.)

Colonel James Rhodes, A.K.A. War Machine. Uses heavy-duty Iron Man suit. Equipped with more weapons, does not yet use nano-tech. Also a former combat pilot. Paralysed from waist-down due to combat incident a few years before.

Captain Steve Rogers, A.K.A. Captain America. Granted superhuman strength, speed, and endurance by an experimental super-soldier serum.

Natasha Romanov, A.K.A. Black Widow. Trained as an assassin since childhood. Lethal in combat.

T'Challa, A.K.A. Black Panther. King of Wakanda, has superhuman strength, speed, and endurance granted by unknown source. Wears advanced vibranium armor outfitted with retractable claws.

Bruce Banner, A.K.A. the Hulk. Scientist embedded with gamma radiation that causes him to turn into the Hulk when angered. Hulk is extremely strong, fast, and durable, but at the cost of lower intelligence. Banner has learned to activate the Hulk by will. (Note: Hulk will not come out for an unknown reason.)

Sam Wilson, A.K.A. the Falcon. Former combat pilot with mechanical wings.

James Barnes, A.K.A. White Wolf, A.K.A. Winter Soldier. Super soldier similar to Captain Rogers. Has a vibranium cybernetic arm, trained fighter. Has some mental problems, but they shouldn't show up under current circumstances.

Wanda Maximoff, A.K.A Scarlet Witch. Was granted psychic and telekinetic powers by the Mind Stone. Powers appear to be linked to anger.

Thor. God of thunder, has total control of weather, can generate lightning, armed with magically-crafted axe that helps him channel his power.

As Revan thought, he gazed upon the plain the battle had ravaged. Now, much of its surface was filled with torn-up dirt, fire, and the battle had left the body count high. Revan just needed more details for his planning.

Revan, along with everyone else, was standing in the King's Throne Room. Golden walls encompassed a circular glass floor, and in the center was a raised mound of stone, on which was six chairs and a throne. There were stone carvings on the walls, and on the opposite end of the door, was the window Revan was gazing through. T'Challa sat on his throne, resting his head in his hand as he discussed with Captain Rogers, who was sitting in the chair to his left, the results of the battle.

Revan walked over, addressed them, and took a seat to T'Challa's right hand.

"What have we got?" Revan simply asked.

"Three thousand of our warriors are dead," T'Challa gravely replied.

Revan sighed. "And how many left?" he asked.

"Seven thousand," T'Challa replied.

Revan thought for a moment before speaking again.

"I have no doubt that Thanos is coming with army that's a bit... bigger," he stated. "We're not going to win this through armies. And the Avengers aren't going to make up for a lack in ours."

"I take it you have an idea?" T'Challa asked.

"More or less," Revan said, getting up. He was formulating a strategy that would have likely involved several weeks of fighting, lots of destruction, a high death toll, but, in the end, victory. But that wasn't going to work with these numbers, so he moved on to Plan B. It would be risky, but they had little choice.

He clapped his hands together, now having it together. "Alright, I have a plan!" he shouted out. Everyone stopped what they were doing and gathered around as a result, and Revan stood in the center, T'Challa and Rogers staying in their seats.

"Alright, let's hear it," Rhodes said.

"It's clear to me that we won't win this through military might," Revan began. "The coming battle will have a heavy death toll, but it will be bigger than anything we've ever dreamed to be possible if we lose. So, in my book, it'll be worth it."

Revan continued to speak. He spoke as he did over ten years ago when he rallied his fellow Jedi to fight the Mandalorians alongside him. He spoke as a leader. Because, whatever side history remembered him being on, ethat's what he would be remembered as. A leader.

"As a result, our army will serve as nothing more than a counter to theirs," he continued.

"What are you suggesting?" T'Challa asked.

"As I was saying," Revan continued. "The army will not be the primary objective. Thanos will."

"You're depending victory on the death of my father?" Nebula spoke up disapprovingly. She got some surprised looks when she announced that Thanos was her father, but Revan spoke again.

"I can't depend it on the defeat of his army, so I took an alternative," he answered.

"When he comes here," Nebula quickly replied. "It won't be like on Titan. He won't show mercy. He won't relent. He will come as the conquering warlord the galaxy knows him as!"

"And I am here as the man who turned two losing, mass-scale defensive wars into winning offensive wars," Revan strongly replied. "Thanos will be coming for more than he bargained for."

Nebula backed down, and Revan continued.

"Myself and two others will attack Thanos directly," he said. "I originally believed your shields-and-spears would't do much, but they will serve well for this strategy." He looked to T'Challa. "I want all of your men to form a shield wall. Make sure it won't allow anything through, and have your men send continuous fire through them. Anyone else with a ranged weapon will join them."

"All of them?" T'Challa questioned.

"Yes, all of them," Revan responded.

"That shield won't last forever," Captain Rogers spoke up.

"Especially if Thanos has more Outriders," Star Lord added.

"Me and my team will try and delay that happening," Revan replied. "However, once you are forced to break up, give them everything you've got." He paused. "Some of you may lose your lives. If you need to make peace or turn back, now is the time."

Everyone shared a grave look, but soon all showed a look of determination. They were willing.

"As for my team," Revan stated. He paused and gave everyone a glance.

"Thor, suit up," he said.

Thor smiled, glad to help kill Thanos. Revan could feel his need for vengeance.

"Stark?" he continued.

Stark nodded. "Yeah, I'll get ready."

"Prep the kid."

There was a tense silence.

"What?" Stark said after a moment.

"His abilities will come in handy during the fight," Revan responded.

"He's fifteen!" Tony replied.

"A fifteen-year old with extraordinary senses and abilities," Revan shot back. "I've worked with both younger and weaker."

He was, of course, referring to Mission Vao, his Twi'lek companion. Perhaps it wasn't fair to compare the two. On one hand, while she was a year younger than Peter, growing up in the streets tended to make you more fit for things like this. On the other, Parker has already proven his worth as a fighter to Revan. To him, there was no discussion.

"Stark," he continued. "This kid has already proven himself on Titan to be more than capable of of this."

"He is just a kid!" Stark insisted.

"Hey, kid," Revan called out. "You up for this?"

"Well, uh," he stuttered. "Wait, how exactly can I help?"

"Blinding, limiting movement, stuff like that," Revan replied.

It was a clear leap of bravery, but Peter nodded his head.

"No!" Stark shouted out.

"But Mr. Stark-"

"I do not want you getting killed out there!" Stark shot back. "This is not a discussion."

"Stark, the kid's decided," Revan said. "You can't stop him, so you might as well just get him ready."

"Mr. Stark, I can do this!" Peter exclaimed.

"Listen, kid," Tony demanded. "You weren't even supposed to be here to begin with. There is no way in hell that I am going to allow you to do this!"

Revan walked up to Stark. He was a good few inches taller than Stark, and the mask only added to his imposing form as he looked Stark in the eye. Neither buckled.

After a moment of tense silence, Revan spoke.

"Do you have a better idea?" he asked aggressively.

"Take me," Tony immediately replied.

"We have enough heavy hitters, and you can't do what he can," Revan shot back.

"He is just a kid!" Tony repeated.

"As you've said half a dozen times already," Revan replied, raising his voice. "It won't change the fact that he has both the resolve and the ability, and to me, that's all that matters."

"What about experience?" Tony argued.

"Icing on the cake," Revan sternly replied. He paused. "Thanos is coming. We don't have time to argue about this." He walked closer. "The kid is coming either way. Only thing you can do is get him ready."

Very reluctantly, Stark gave in.

"I'll do my best to make sure no harm comes to him," Revan assured him.

"You'd damn well better!" Stark angrily replied. He let out a deep sigh, then told Peter to follow him as he left.

"You usually have plans this controversial?" Barnes spoke up.

"I do what I need to," Revan replied. "Now, any questions?"

"What about Thanos' flagship?" asked Nebula. "You didn't mention it once."

"Is there a reason his flagship worries you?" T'Challa asked.

"Because it's more than capable of of wiping us out with a missile bombardment," Nebula answered.

Revan thought for a moment.

"What are the properties of that shield out there?" he asked T'Challa.

"So far, it has let nothing through," T'Challa said. "Aside from persistent Outriders, but very few of them survived."

"Then we leave it powered down," Revan said.

"What about the bombardment?" T'Challa asked.

"Last time they shot missiles at me, I crippled the ship," Revan replied. "They do it again, and I won't be so nice this time."

Thor let a out a chuckle, reminiscing on when the two first met.

"But why do we have to worry about it in the first place?" asked Steve. "Why not just leave the shield up?"

"Firstly, I don't know for sure if the shield is reliable," Revan said to the disapproval of the Wakandans. "Secondly, we need to let Thanos in if we are to kill him." Revan paused. "Anything else?" he asked. No one answered.

"Very well, then," Revan finished. "Rest up, get ready, and may the Force be with you."

"What?" said Rhodes after a moment of confusion.

"What?" Revan replied, not sure what he had done to confuse anybody.

"'May the Force be with you'?" Rhodes answered. "The hell is that supposed to mean?"

Oh.

Revan had forgotten that the Force wasn't exactly a universally accepted concept out here.

"It's something we say back home," Revan replied. "It's, uh, basically another way of saying 'good luck'."

Rhodes nodded his head, taking in the new information.

Revan nodded in return, then turned to continue speaking with T'Challa and Captain Rogers. The following battle would decide the fates of countless people.

For the first time in years, Revan could almost feel fear rising up within himself.

Peter was completely and utterly silent as he walked with Tony.

The previous situation with Revan left Tony in a bad mood, which left Peter too scared to even just breath too loudly. Although, truth be told, Peter's mind was also racing about what exactly Tony intended to do to prep him.

Eventually, they got to the landing, on which sat an old Quinjet, and next to it, Tony Stark's private jet.

"Tony!" came voice from beside them. Happy Hogan's voice, to be precise. Peter had met him a few times before, and stayed with him in Germany a couple of years before. Noticeably different was his new goatee.

"Where the hell were you?" Happy asked Tony as they shared a handshake.

"I was in space with a bunch of imbeciles," Tony responded. "It's good to see you too. Remember Pete?"

"Oh, hey, Pete," Happy waved at young Parker. "Also, what the hell was that-that thing?"

"What thing?" asked Tony.

"You know, it looked like trees, but it was actually a city, you know?" Happy responded.

"Oh, yeah, that," Tony replied. "Apparently Wakanda is extremely xenophobic."

"Alright, anyway, what'd you need?" Happy asked.

"Oh, I just needed the jet," Tony said.

Happy sighed. "Of course you did," he said. Happy opened the door to the jet, and he and Peter went inside.

"Uh, Mr. Stark?" Peter asked. "What are we doing here, exactly?"

Tony stopped and sighed, then leaned against the wall.

"Why are you doing this, Peter? Really?" Stark asked him.

Peter thought for a moment, then stood straight. "It's the right thing to do," Peter responded.

"Maybe," Tony said. "But anyone else could have done it. Why did you say yes?"

"I just-" Peter stuttered. "I just wanna do the right thing, and Revan seems really confident that I can help stop Thanos."

"Alright, fair enough" Tony said. "Are you sure that you're ready for this?"

Peter stood straight and nodded his head.

Tony got up and pressed a button above the pilot's seat. A door opened behind him, and in the now revealed room, multiple computer screens emerged from a dark wall as a white cylinder made its presence known.

"You're not fighting Thanos in that suit, kid," Tony began as Peter looked in awe.

"What do you mean?" Peter asked.

"You're gonna need something with a bit more... punch," Tony answered.

"What is this thing?" asked Peter.

"A mobile suit designer," Tony said. "I called Happy over so we could use it, and I also needed more nano-particles."

"Well, what do you mean punch?" Peter requested an answer once more.

"Kid, you're taking on a being with god-like power alongside two other beings with god-like power," Tony answered. "You're not doing that in a suit with nothing for weapons other than a few pointy legs."

"So, what are we gonna do, put guns on it?" Peter asked half-sarcastically.

"That's what I'm thinking, yeah," Tony replied light-heartedly, but without a drop of sarcasm.

"Wait, what?" Peter said, surprised. "I don't really do weapons, Mr. Stark!"

"At best, you might give Thanos a paper-cut with this stuff, Pete," Tony said. "Besides, we're not exactly fighting shoplifters here."

"Well, I-" Peter stuttered. "I-I don't know..."

Tony put his hand on Peter's shoulder.

"Peter, this isn't the friendly neighborhood anymore," he began. "This is war. Like at New York. Sometimes life is gonna thrust into things you don't wanna be a part of. If you really think you're ready for this, the least you can do is prepare, because it's a luxury you can't always afford."

Peter nodded his head in understanding.

Tony smiled. "Then let's get to work."

"That Revan guy's pretty interesting," said Natasha Romanov to her fellow Avengers.

"That whole group is pretty interesting, Nat," Sam Wilson replied. "There was an actual talking tree in that room. A talking tree."

"Well, the talking tree didn't walk in here and come up with a plan in five minutes," Natasha replied. "He clearly knows what he's doing."

"Well, he says he won two wars," Rhodey added. "Assuming that's true, we shouldn't be surprised he can plan a battle, and plan one quickly."

There was a silence in the room for a moment.

"Did I mention the talking raccoon?" Sam Wilson broke the silence.

"In our line of work, is that really surprising?" Steve Rogers replied with a chuckle.

It had been a few hours since Revan shared his plan, and preparations were underway. Thanos was expected to arrive some time during the night, so Revan was speaking with T'Challa about any possible stealth they could implement to take advantage of the darkness. Tony Stark and Spider-Man were off doing something else, and everyone else was merely killing time until Thanos arrived.

The Guardians were working on repairs for their ship while mourning a loss, while the Avengers remained in the palace. They knew it probably would have been wise to try and sleep after everyone got ready, but they were all too restless to do so. So, they instead sat around, having a friendly chat and catching up with each other.

"Anyone else find it weird that he's still wearing his mask?" Natasha said.

"Well, that's also something we've seen, isn't it?" Steve responded. "Identity, scar, something else..."

"No, and probably not," Loki spoke up from the corner.

Loki and Thor were also there. It was certainly interesting, as well as depressing, to learn of where Thor had been and what had happened in the four years since they had last spoken. He had lost his family, his friends, his weapon, his home, half his people...

But they still couldn't wrap their heads around that Loki - the one who invaded their planet six years before, which resulted in a lot of innocent people dying at his hands - was now sitting with them in idle conversation. Thor was there (even more powerful than they had ever seen before, as well), so that lifted some of the ease off their eyes, yet they were still cautious of the God of Mischief.

But the Avengers happened to believe in redemption, so they chose to give Loki a second chance.

"What do you mean 'probably not'?" Steve asked. "He isn't Asgardian?"

"What made you think he was Asgardian?" Thor answered as Loki gave Steve a confused look.

"Well, you know, the cape, the lightning..." Steve tried to explain. "You seriously don't know him?"

"We had never met the man before in our lives, not until he helped us get away from Thanos," Loki answered.

"Well, what do you know about him?" Natasha asked.

"Nothing, really," Loki answered. "We haven't had much of a chance to talk yet."

"He spoke with Quill a little," Thor said. "We were talking about it before."

"What'd he say?" Sam asked.

"Well, um, he said he was from a planet called Ferra in a distant galaxy," Thor started. "He also said he did mercenary work until he got here, but we think he had more prestigious job before that."

"What makes you think that?" Steve asked.

"He said he's an outcast because he disagreed with the wrong people," Thor answered. "I doubt a man of his stature did that by being a mercenary."

"He also mentioned winning two wars," Rhodey said. "Maybe he used to be a General or something. Could have been his version of a Five-Star General for all we know."

"I did hear Thanos call him Darth Revan on Titan," Loki interjected.

"Weren't you on the cliff the entire time?" Thor asked.

"What, you think I don't know how to eavesdrop?" Loki answered, making it full obvious that Thor should have known that. He continued. "Anyway, he didn't seem all too pleased to be called that. I suspect it's a title."

"Maybe he was a 'Darth' before becoming a mercenary," Natasha answered.

"Either way, I recommend not asking him about it," Loki said. "He was furious when he was called that."

Suddenly, the door opened, and Revan and T'Challa came walking through with Tony and Peter behind them.

"Good afternoon, everyone," T'Challa greeted them as Revan simply waved.

"You guys get an idea?" Rhodey asked.

"Not really," Revan said. "Thanos' army relies too much on infantry for stealth to be of much use. On the bright side, we don't have artillery to worry about, and Wakanda's turrets can serve as both anti-air and artillery, so we have an advantage there."

"So planning's all wrapped up, then?" Steve asked.

"Pretty much," Revan answered, taking a seat in a free chair. "Now, we just wait."

Suddenly, someone burst into the room - a Wakandan - and spoke to T'Challa in a tongue they didn't understand, to which T'Challa nodded.

"Thanos is here," he said. "Earlier than expected."

There was a brief silence.

"Well, I suppose we fight, then," Revan said.

Now, guys, I'm curious: what are your opinions on my take on Revan thus far? I will note that I haven't shown his character in his fullest as of yet, but what are your thoughts right now? Any feedback would be appreciated.

Aside from that, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I know it was mostly a lot of talking, but the next chapter is gonna be pretty intense, and boy, am I excited. And as always, have a lovely day, and may the Force be with you!