Eskel - Oh, I have big plans. Very big plans.
edboy4926 - Now, now, he isn't an idiot. Just... misinformed. As for Galactus showing up, I don't know nearly enough about the character to add him in, but I do have a villain of my own that I'm very excited to introduce.
Well, Thanos is dead, y'all. Where are our heroes off to next? And what might Bastila be up to? Read on to find out!
When Revan awoke, two things immediately came to mind.
Firstly, I hurt like hell.
Secondly, Damn, this is comfortable.
Once his eyes became accustomed to the blinding light, he saw that he was in some sort of tube, like a bacta tank, except there was no bacta, and instead of being made of glass, it was metal and had a little window in front of his head.
He looked down and saw that he had been stripped of his armor, cape, and mask, and all that was left were his pants. He didn't get a good view out the window, so he didn't quite know where they were. It was common for hospitals to dispose of any dirty or damaged clothing the patients were wearing, so Revan desperately hoped they didn't do that with his.
Part of him wanted to bang on the front of the pod, and the other part wanted to go back to sleep, and he was too tired to listen to the former, so he dozed off once again.
He woke up a few hours later. He wasn't healed, but he was rested, so he wanted to get up.
He banged on the door. No one came. He banged again. Still no one. This went on for five minutes, and he was about to give up when it finally opened.
A dark-skinned woman with black hair and white markings on her face was at a console, with a hand on a lever. Revan walked out of the pod, assuming she was a doctor.
His ribs may have hurt, but he was rested, he wasn't bleeding anymore, and he could walk, so he saw no problem in getting out. The woman disagreed.
"What do you think you're doing?" she demanded as any doctor would. She was young, and had a strong Wakandan accent.
"I'm getting up," Revan simply replied, not currently interested in a confrontation.
"No, you're not," she sternly replied. "You still need to heal."
"I'll heal later, where's everyone else?" Revan asked, putting his shirt back on.
"You are injured, and you need to rest!" the woman said sternly. Revan gave her a blank stare, and she sighed. "That way," she said, pointing to her right. "But I'm coming with you!"
Revan smiled and thanked her, and went on his way after he finished putting his equipment back on. She followed, as she had insisted.
They walked through the palace for little less than ten minutes before they reached their destination, where a few of the Avengers - Rogers, Romanov, T'Challa, and Stark, to be specific - conversed in the throne room.
"Shuri!" T'Challa called out when he saw them arrive, and everyone looked over to the pair, as well. "I thought he was still recovering from injuries."
"Oh, he is!" Shuri replied. "He insisted that he would be fine."
"And I very well am!" Revan added.
"You broke, like, six ribs and had a concussion," Natasha said from across the room.
"Yeah, and?" Revan replied jokingly.
"Revan!" Thor yelled from a corner. Revan hadn't noticed at first, but he and Loki were there, as well.
Thor gave Revan a slap on the back, to which the great warrior cried out and cursed in pain as he fell to the ground.
"Thor, I broke, like, six ribs, goddammit!" he blurted out on the ground. Thor, who was quite embarrassed, quickly apologized as Loki didn't even try to conceal his laughter. To be honest, neither could anyone else.
"Laughing at my suffering, eh? Very nice, very nice!" Revan said sarcastically as he pulled himself back up, clutching his side. "So, I assume we won?"
Thor responded by slamming a smelly sack on the throne's armrest. He proudly opened it to reveal Thanos' head. Revan nodded in approval, but the others didn't share the same opinion, though Loki didn't mind as much.
"Don't you think that's at least a little barbaric?" Steve protested.
"No, not really," Thor nodded his head, not thinking much of it.
"Well, it smells, so put it back in the bag!" Stark kindly demanded.
Thor shook his head amusedly and put the dead head back in the bag.
"Right now, we're just trying to figure what to do with the Stones," Steve reverted the subject.
"Uhm, yes, yes," Thor recollected. "The Space and Reality Stones were already Asgardian property, so they're going with me and Loki."
"Is it really that smart to put two Stones that close together?" Revan questioned.
"We don't have many other options," Natasha answered.
Revan nodded. "And the other three?"
"The Time Stone will stay with Strange," Rogers answered. "The Mind Stone will stay with Vision, and we haven't decided on the Power Stone yet."
"We were actually considering giving it to you, but-" Natasha began.
"Hell no!" Revan quickly interrupted.
"Why not?" Loki asked curiously.
"My galaxy is home to some of the most dangerous, power-hungry people in the galaxy," Revan said aggressively. "Imagine people like me, except they're psychotic conquerors who give less than zero shits about what they have to do to attain more power. Believe me, my galaxy is the last place you want to place an Infinity Stone, no matter how well hidden - unless, of course, you're interested in a universal-scale war of conquest led by psychotic dictators."
He was, of course, referring to the Sith. He knew first-hand how relentless they were, having seen both sides.
"Okay, then!" Natasha replied. "Let's cross that off the list."
"They destroyed a planet to kill one woman, you know that?" Revan continued. "An entire kriffing planet."
Revan was almost never this vulgar, but when it came to Sith, everything was an exception. The mere mention puts him in a bad mood.
The others in the room, meanwhile, were quite wide-eyed at Revan's sudden aggressiveness.
"Sorry," he said. "I just really, really, hate Sith. Go on, please."
"There a story behind that?" Steve asked.
"I told Quill earlier that I don't like talking about my past," Revan answered. "The Sith, as those monsters are called, are the reason why."
"Uh, shall we move on?" said Natasha, quickly changing the subject.
"Uh, yeah, did anyone have any other ideas?" Revan went along with her.
"Well, we were gonna talk about this with the Guardians, too," Rogers said. "But, if we can't find anything, we decided the Asgardians would be the best options."
"Three Stones in their possession?" Revan questioned.
"As a last resort, but yes," Steve replied. "We were hoping to talk about it with the Guardians before we finalized anything."
"Well, where are they now?" Revan asked.
"They... needed some time off," Natasha answered.
"Gamora?" Revan asked.
"Was that her name?" Natasha replied.
"Yeah, it was," Revan nodded solemnly.
There was a moment of silence.
"Why is there still a head on my throne?" T'Challa broke the silence. "We buried the rest of the body, why keep the head?"
"It's a trophy!" Thor replied. "A memory of one of the greatest battles in history!"
"It's a head!" Stark exclaimed.
"Yeah, Thanos' head!" Thor replied.
"It's a trophy, leave him alone!" Revan added.
"It's barbaric!" said Tony.
"Where did you think Vikings come from?" Loki said condescendingly.
"Nevertheless," T'Challa said, frustrated. "Can we take it off my throne?"
"Oh, right, sure," Thor replied. He grabbed the sack, then threw it to Loki, telling him to do something about it. He gave a look of annoyance, then made it vanish.
"You Midgardians are weird!" Thor loudly exclaimed.
"After witnessing a talking tree, do you have the right to call anything weird?" Revan said.
"He makes a good point," Natasha said, chuckling.
Just then, the Guardians entered the room, and Revan and Thor got up to greet them and give their condolences. After they had sat down, Stark reverted the subject. He explained where the Time, Mind, Space, and Reality Stones were going, and asked for suggestions. Thankfully, they were helpful.
"Well," Star Lord began. "One option would be to put it on Morag, where I found it. Problem is, I don't know how many people know about it."
"Any other ideas?" Tony asked.
"I think we should also check on Xandar, but it's probably too beat-up to guard an Infinity Stone," Peter answered. "There might be a couple other no-where's I could hide it, though."
"Anywhere specifically?" Steve asked.
"No, I gotta check em' first," Quill replied.
"Well, it's a start," Steve said optimistically.
"Well, now that that's out of the way," Revan said. "I say we do a quick review of what just happened, just in case we have a loose end or something."
"Not a bad idea," Steve said. "Let's go."
"Well, this all started with me, so I'll begin," said Thor. "Thanos attacked my ship full of Asgardian refugees, then kills half of them. Oh, Bruce was there, too! But Heimdall got him out of there before Thanos... killed him..." Thor was already getting a little emotional. "Uhm, anyway, the Black Order was there, too, and they tried to take the Tesseract, but Revan showed up and helped us get away, then the Guardians showed and helped all of us get out of there. It would have been fun if... so many people didn't die..."
"On the subject of Bruce," Tony interjected. "He got beamed over the wizard's house, we met up, then a couple of Thanos' goonies showed up and tried to take the Time Stone."
"Which ones?" Nebula asked.
"Uh, the tall Voldemort-ripoff magic-man that I dubbed Squidward, and the big guy with the big axe," Stark answered.
"Ebony Maw and Cole Obsidian," Nebula corrected. "Black Order."
"Yeah, well, when we hijacked their ship, we killed Squidward," Tony continued. "The big guy got away, though."
"I killed him on Wakanda, along with the spear-chick," Revan interrupted,
"Proxima Midnight," Nebula corrected. "What about the fourth one? Corvus Glaive?"
"Him and Midnight tried to take the Mind Stone from Vision," Steve answered. "Managed to stab Glaive with his own spear, but they got away. We don't know if Glaive is alive or not." He finished, and waited for someone to say that they killed him. No one answered.
"Who killed Corvus Glaive?" Revan begged for an answer. Everyone answered with silence.
"So he either died of his wounds, or he's still out there," said Revan. "Great."
"He shouldn't be much of a threat with the others dead," Nebula assured. "But we should still remain aware of this."
Revan sighed. "I guess so."
The room was dark, and it smelled like death. It was filled with a variety of torture devices, many of which were either being cleaned or repaired by machines of various kinds.
But the prisoner within did not fear, for he was not an ordinary man. He was Corvus Glaive of the Black Order, Child of the Great Titan Thanos, and as such, fear was far from him.
What the prisoner did not know, is that this room was designed to break even the most strong of will. It was designed by one of the most cruel and insane men of the galaxy, and for the sole purpose of breaking the unbreakable - and, of course, his entertainment.
Glaive hung suspended by metal binders hanging from the ceiling. His armor and weapons had been stripped from him, and he hung bare in the cold, dark room, wearing nothing but a collar. He counted two days since he had been captured, and not once was he let down, or fed, or anything. He simply remained suspended in isolation.
The door in front of him opened. From the blinding light came a white figure. The door closed behind him, and Corvus managed to get a better look.
What seemed to be a being made of pure light at first, revealed itself to be a pale figure of death, instead. The robes he mistook for being white were instead a pale grey, layered with slightly darker armor, and under the figure's hood sat a dark, skull-shaped mask.
He walked in and shook his head from side to side, as if he was disappointed, as he walked up to Glaive, his metal mask a few inches from the prisoner's face.
"Pathetic," the figure said condescendingly, speaking with a thick 'German' accent, as they called it on Earth. "Absolutely pathetic! I really wanted to say something nice, you know!" He began walking around the room in frustration, throwing his arms in the air. "You know, like, 'Oh, you were so hard to find!', or 'My, you were hard to capture!', or maybe, 'Oh my, you killed so many of my men!'" The man was just mocking Corvus at this point. "I really like flattering my patients before I operate, you know!"
"If I-" Glaive tried to speak, but his torturer was having none of it, and cut him off with a quick electrocution from the collar he was wearing.
"Shut up, I'm talking!" the man interjected, casually annoyed.
"What do you want with me?" Corvus demanded, infuriated.
"Straight to the point, are you?" his captor commented. "I... don't like that, actually. It's never any fun, you know? Oh, of course you don't."
"WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME!?" the prisoner demanded, more angry the second time.
"First," said the figure before electrocuting his prisoner again. "I like to play with my food." He kept the electrocution going for another half a minute. After he finished, he had a question.
"So, tell me, Corvus Glaive," he said. "Do you a know a certain man called Revan?"
Corvus grunted. "My master has no doubt killed him by now," he said confidently.
"No, you moron," said his captor casually. "Thanos died, like, yesterday. I might be wrong on the date, my source wasn't exact, but he's pretty damn dead."
"YOU LIE!" Corvus exclaimed before being electrocuted again.
"Stop being in denial, he bit off more than he could chew," the interrogator said without a care. "But I don't care much about dead men like him. I just want to know what you know of Revan."
"He is a cowardly weakling," said Glaive dejectedly before being electrocuted yet again, at a higher energy level than before.
"How idiotic are you?" said the interrogator, unimpressed. "You clearly know nothing useful of Revan - as expected - so on to our next question."
"What are you?" Corvus interjected before being electrocuted yet again.
"I'm asking questions, that's what I am!" the torturer answered as he electrocuted the prisoner once more. "And you are answering them!"
"I will not," replied the prisoner before getting electrocuted once more.
"Stop trying to act in charge, I'm in charge!" the interrogator commanded. "Tell me, which of us has the other in captivity?"
Corvus Glaive remained silent.
His interrogator's sassy calmness quickly turned into a mad rage.
"WHICH OF US HOLDS THE OTHER IN CAPTIVITY!?" he demanded as he electrocuted his victim at a high setting. The prisoner continued to refuse. "GIVE ME A DAMN ANSWER!"
"You!" Corvus weakly answered, at which the madman before him quickly calmed.
"Very good!" he said enthusiastically. "Now, where is the Soul Stone?"
Corvus was silent.
"Where is the Soul Stone?" the interrogator said again just as calmly as before, but electrocuting Glaive as he asked.
"No one knows!" the prisoner sputtered out. The madman interrogating him stopped to listen.
"The only person who knew is dead," said Glaive. "It's location is lost."
"I see," the interrogator said, seeming to know a different answer to the question. "And you're not lying to me?"
Corvus merely looked at him dejectedly.
After another quick zap, the interrogator spoke. "I have things to do right now, so I shall see you later," he said as if they had just finished having a tea party.
The insane interrogator was about to leave the room when Glaive called out to him again.
"Who are you?" he weakly demanded, and the madman stopped in his tracks and looked back as the door opened.
"Call me Vallik," he said before leaving. Corvus didn't look forward to his return a few hours later.
"Carth," Bastila said to her old friend. "Can I talk to you?"
Admiral Carth Onasi was sitting in his office on Coruscant. He was one of the few people holding the crumbling Galactic Republic together, but he had time for a friend - especially one this anxious to speak.
"Go right ahead," Carth replied, motioning for her to pull up a chair. It had been a long day, so he welcomed the chance to talk to a friend. Besides, this really seemed urgent. And when Bastila Shan, of all people, got this excited over something, you knew it was something big.
Bastila took a seat, shaking a little as she did so.
"What's got you so excited?" the Admiral asked.
Bastila paused before she spoke, trying to pull together the words. Then, she looked him in the eye.
"I think I found him," she said.
Carth gave her a curious look. "Found who?"
"Revan."
Of all things, that was the answer Carth least expected. He leaned forward in his chair, taking in what she just said.
"I- how?" he stuttered.
"I was meditating," Bastila explained. "Then there was a burst of power, and I felt him!"
"How do you know it was him?" Carth asked her, just as frantic as she was.
"It- I just know," Bastila replied. "I can't really explain it."
"Well, do you know where he is?" Carth asked.
Bastila leaned back. "I don't know," she replied. "He just felt... far away, yet close, at the same time."
"Oh great, more vague mysticism," Onasi sighed, frustrated. "Did you feel anything else?"
Bastila sighed. "I... felt him fade away," she answered gravely. "I think he's in trouble."
Carth rubbed his eyes. "Listen, Bastila, I want to see him again as much as you do," he explained. "But this isn't very much to go off of."
"But it's a start!" Bastila said hopefully, trying to convince him. "Besides, what if he needs help?"
"Would we even be able to help?" Carth doubted. "Think about it. If he, of all people, is in desperate need of help, how much do you think we could give him?"
"So you don't even want to help?" Bastila questioned.
Carth sighed. "I didn't say that," he answered. "We just need to consider what's actually happening right now, and we need to be smart about this. Do you think he would be happy if he found out we died trying to get to him - which, might I add, he never wanted us doing in the first place?"
"I know, I just -" she struggled to find the words. "I just need to see him again."
Carth sighed and thought for a moment. "Tell you what," he said. "I can try to get in contact Meetra Surik and let her know what's going on. I think she would be willing to help."
Bastila's face beamed as a smile broke across her face. "Thank you," she said graciously.
"I can also have my men look for unusual activity," Carth added. "It's not much, but maybe it'll get us somewhere."
"I'll contact Meetra, you get your men started," Bastila readily said. "May the Force guide us!"
"You know, I'm suddenly reminded," said Tony Stark. "We were actually about to head back to New York. You guys wanna come?"
"What, us?" asked Peter Quill.
"Yeah," Tony replied. "We can go up there, celebrate, get some R&R, then get on with everything. Whaddaya say?"
Peter shrugged. "Why not?"
"Hey, Cap," Tony called out. "How about we go get shawarma again? For old times' sake?"
Steve smiled in remembrance. "Sounds good," he said simply. "I'm just still surprised you dropped everything so quickly."
Tony grew more serious in tone. "I've had two years to think about it," he said. "Don't think I'll be striking up friendly conversation with Barnes, but I'm willing to start over with you."
Steve smiled and nodded to his old friend.
"Thor clapped his hands together and rejoiced. "Oh, I love shawarmas!" he celebrated. "Even more people this time! It will be like an Asgardian banquet!" He beamed up with an idea. "Oh, Loki! Do we have any mead? Ale? Anything to bring?"
"I doubt alcohol was on anyone's mind while escaping a burning Asgard, Thor," Loki replied.
"Dammit!" Thor swore out of frustration as Revan chuckled.
"Now, now, I'm sure the alcohol down here isn't that bad," he said.
"No, but it's not Asgardian..." Thor replied. "Well, that's okay, I suppose. The food down here gets pretty creative! Not always in the best ways, but when it gets good, it gets good!"
"You coming too, Revan?" Tony asked.
"Hey, why not?" Revan laughed. "Some company is always welcome."
"T'Challa?" Tony asked next.
"I thank you for your kindness," the king replied. "But I must decline. This battle had taken a great toll on my people, so I must remain to help them."
Tony nodded in respect, then reached out his hand for a handshake, which T'Challa accepted.
"Have a safe trip back," T'Challa said.
"Thanks," Tony replied. "And good luck with your folks."
"Thank you," said T'Challa.
"We'll probably have to take a few ships, but I guess we already have a few ships, so that won't be a problem," Tony explained.
Meanwhile, Thor talked Revan's ear off about how good shawarmas were, and how much better the "banquet" would be with some Asgardian mead, all much to Revan's amusement and Loki's embarrassment.
"Oh, and we can tell stories about each other, too!" Thor said excitedly. "Surely a man of your status has been in countless battles full of glory!"
Revan's expression grew more serious. He had been in countless battles, yes, but they were far from glorious. The horrors he wrought to bring about victory, like Malachor V, or Dxun...
He didn't like thinking about it.
"Countless? Yes," he said. "Glorious? No. Tell me all the stories you want, but I'm afraid you won't hear many from me."
"Oh," Thor replied. "My apologies."
"It's alright, you didn't know."
None of them knew. Revan wondered how these people would view him after he finally tells them of the atrocities he committed both during and after the Mandalorian War. They won't see him the same way, though. That he knew for sure.
He was even more scared to tell them that he was a Sith Lord. He was just thankful that they didn't need to know for quite some time.
For clarity, Vallik is an OC of mine, and does not currently exist within the canon of either of these universes. This is my first time writing a character like this, so I'd love some feedback on his introduction!
And yes, Bastila and the gang are going to soon become part of this story, along with the Jedi Exile, Meetra Surik, another character I'm looking forward to writing. Thankfully, Revan will have some time to chill before his old world comes back to haunt him.
As always, may the Force be with you!