Cyanna awoke, expecting it to be late at night, but instead saw the morning fog and early morning rays of sun peeking through the trees. She rolled over to see Revan, still sitting at the base of the tree, just as he had many hours before. Weakly, she asked, "Master? Did I sleep all night?"

Revan chuckled. "Yes, but it's fine. You needed the rest. I was feeling alright, so I decided to take the next watch."

"Are you sure, Master? I wouldn't want to be the cause of-"

Revan held up his hand and stopped her. "Cyanna, it's okay, I promise. I'm feeling fine and the rest did you good. It did both of you some good, actually."

Revan looked down at the young Togruta who was passed out in between the two Jedi. He gently rubbed her head, soothing her as she briefly thrashed. Cyanna asked, "How did she sleep, Master?"

"She trashed about a good bit. Not that I blame her. Nightmares like what I imagine she had are incredibly terrifying."

Cyanna slipped next to her and put her hand on the child's head, hoping that the child had not developed a fever from the long day of travel. She said, "Well, Master, I think she's okay."

Revan nodded and stood up. "Alright, then. If that's the case, it's best that we get moving."

Ahsoka woke to the beeping of a comlink. She rolled over, yawned, rubbed her eyes, and then looked up to see who the annoying beep had been for. She saw a troubled Anakin pacing as he talked to what looked like Mace Windu. After a few tense moments, Anakin shut the comlink off and walked back to Ahsoka.

"There's been a change of plans, Snips."

"What is it, Master?

"We've been recalled to the Temple."

"What? Why? We need to be here! If Revan and Cyanna have to go at this alone-"

Anakin held up his hand, quieting his padawan. After she stopped, he replied, "Ahsoka, there's been an explosion. Someone attacked the Temple. They need us to go help, and we WILL be going, understand?"

Ahsoka sighed and nodded. "Yes, Master. I'm sorry."

Anakin knelt down and put a hand on her shoulder. "Ahsoka, this is important. I know it may not seem like it, but this is far more important than you may think."

"You're right, Master. I apologize."

"You don't have to apologize for wanting to be on the front lines, Snips. Just remember, there are more conflicts than the ones on the front lines."

"Yes, Master. I'll gather our gear."

"Do it quickly. Time is of the essence. I'll call Revan and tell him about the change of plans."

A few minutes later, Revan closed the comlink and fell back in pace with Cyanna. "Something happened at the Temple, Cyanna. A bombing."

"What? No…"

Revan put a hand on her shoulder and stopped them. "Cyanna, if you need to go back, I understand. I won't hold it against you."

"Were there casualties?"

Revan nodded sympathetically. "There were. I'm sorry, Cyanna."

"Master…"

"I mean it, Cyanna. You have friends and mentors there. I won't hold it against you."

Cyanna shook her head. "We need to help these people. We need to get this girl to whatever family she has left. It's what my master would have wanted…"

Revan knelt down, looking up into her eyes. "Cyanna, are you sure?"

She nodded. "I'm sure. There will be time to grieve later. There will be time to mourn our brethren. But now…now we need to help those that cannot help themselves."

Revan stood up and nodded. "Cyanna, you are wise beyond your years."

She nodded and wiped away a tear as they began to walk again. "My master taught me well…"

Revan stood on top of a mountain that overlooked the capital city. Using binoculars, he scanned the city, seeing many enslaved Togruta, battle droids, and burned out and destroyed shells of buildings. In the center of the city, a massive fortress rose up above the other buildings. Revan focused on the fortress, and after a few minutes, saw a familiar face.

Revan handed the binoculars to Cyanna. "Look at the balcony near the top of the building. Pre Vizla."

Cyanna nodded and angrily growled, "Mandalorian scum."

Revan managed to hold his composure for the moment and began looking at the tactical situation. "Alright. The sun is falling. We'll sneak across the walls and into the city. After that, we'll find a place to camp for the night."

"Yes, Master."

A few short hours later, the pair had crossed the walls and found a small, abandoned apartment on an unpopulated side street to use for the time being. Scarcely had they settled in, however, then were they disturbed by an increasingly loud clanging that signified a droid army marching. Revan and Cyanna quieted the young Togruta and shimmied up the side of the building to watch the march.

They laid on top of a roof and watched the army pass by beneath them. It was a horrible sight. Death Watch and droids both marched along through the streets, dragging many prisoners with them. The Mandalorians were loud and vulgar, taking great fun in hurting their innocent prisoners. Revan found his fists clenched and little bands of electricity running up and down his body as he shook with rage.

His rage, however, was soon paired with shock. Pre Vizsla watched the spectacle from a position he had taken on an electro chariot that was pulled by twelve enslaved Togrutan males. But Pre Vizsla was not alone. Standing with him, staring with an evil, sadistic glee at the march in front of him, was a Zabrak male. It took a moment as Revan searched through people that he had been told about, but it soon clicked.

"Cyanna…who is that? The Zabrak?"

Cyanna swallowed a growing lump in her throat and replied, "That's Darth Maul, Master."

Revan grabbed her and pulled her down into the apartment, deathly serious. "Cyanna, listen to me. Take care of the little one. Contact the council and let them know what we've found. Find the little one's family, if she has any. Then leave. Get out of the city and get off of the planet."

"Master, let me stand with you! I can fight!"

"Cyanna, I will not in good conscience let you fight Maul. He'll be too strong for you. And I won't let you sit in the city while Mandalorians and droids search house to house. You HAVE to leave, do you understand?"

"But Master, how will you get escape?"

"Never mind that. I'll figure something out. But you need to promise me that you'll leave."

"Master-"

Revan cut her off, his voice now cutting through her, stern and hard as a rock. "Promise me!"

Cyanna sighed, defeated. "Alright, Master. I promise."

Revan sighed. "I don't doubt you, Cyanna. From what I have seen, you will be a great Jedi. But I've seen too many Jedi cut down by his kind to risk it. Obi-Wan entrusted me with your care. That's my highest priority. Understand?"

"Yes, Master. I'll take care of the little one and get out. I promise."

"Good. Lock the door when I leave and get some rest. You'll need your strength."

Cyanna soon dozed off, leaving Revan awake and alone yet again. He looked over at his sleeping padawan and the young Togruta youngling that laid a couple of feet away from her. The youngling tossed and turned, holding onto her doll with a tight grip.

Revan slipped to the ground and lightly touched her shoulder. The youngling opened her eyes and looked up at him. He gave her a soft smile and whispered, "I know you can't understand me, little one. But I want you to be brave. Be strong."

The youngling smiled and touched Revan's arm. In that moment, Revan felt an electric shock. Revan reeled for a moment, staring at the tired youngling in shock. He reached out with the force, reaching out to the youngling. For a moment, he felt nothing. But soon, he felt a flicker, a small flame of light from inside the youngling. As unbelievable as it was, it was undeniable: the child had a flicker, a small spark of the force.

Revan forced a smile, comforting the youngling and lulling her back into a deep slumber. As soon as she had fallen back to sleep, Revan slipped to the edge of the room and pulled out his comlink. Yoda soon appeared in hologram form. "Revan. In trouble, are you?"

Revan shook his head. "No, Master. Just…confused."

"Confused about what, hm?"

"Master, we found a youngling when we landed on N'Zoth."

"Ah, yes. Mentioned this, Skywalker and Ahsoka did. A shame, it is."

"Yes, Master, I agree. But that's not what I'm confused about."

Yoda nodded. "Sensed this, I did. Perplexed, you seem."

Revan nodded. "Master, the youngling has the force…but she managed to hide it from me. She's barely old enough to speak, yet she managed to cloak her force signature."

Yoda pondered that for a moment. "Hmmmmmm. Interesting, this is. Sure, are you, that she is not just slightly force sensitive? So small that you could not make her out?"

Revan looked over at the child and touched her skin. In that moment, he felt another spark, this one far stronger than the last. "I don't think so, Master. It seems that as she began to trust me, she let down her guard."

Yoda was silent. "A new development, this is. Be left alone, the youngling cannot. Find her, Dooku and Grievous might."

Revan nodded. "I agree, Master. I am sending Cyanna back to the Temple…I don't know if the youngling has any family left. Cyanna and I searched, but we couldn't find anybody…I believe that her entire family was killed by Death Watch during the raid."

"Proposing something, are you, Revan?"

"I think Cyanna should take her back to the Temple. She won't be safe here."

Yoda looked at Revan, analyzing him for a moment before asking, "Something else to add, have you?"

Revan was quiet for a moment. "Master, I sense something elusive. There's something about this that doesn't make sense."

"And what is that, Revan?"

"Maul is here. Death Watch has massacred innocents for no reason whatsoever. Something feels off..."

The morning came soon after. Soon after Cyanna had woken, Revan filled her in on what had happened the previous night. As she gazed on the youngling with new astonishment, Revan told her, "Cyanna, be careful. Forces are at work here that I can't understand. My senses are clouded by the dark side."

"I'll be careful, Master. I promise."

"Get to the edge of the forest. It's a long walk, but it will be safe for a ship to pick you up. Watch out for the Mandalorians. I fear that they will be searching through the forest."

"Yes, Master. I will."

Revan put his hand on her shoulder. "You're taking on a lot of responsibility. You will do well, I know. Your master would be proud."

Cyanna softly smiled. "Thank you, Master. I'll take care of the youngling. We'll be back in Coruscant before you know it."

"I know you will. Take care of yourself, Cyanna."

Cyanna nodded. "You too, Master."

Revan slid his dark brown cloak over his dark robes, gave the two one last look, and then slipped out of the door, closing it behind him. Cyanna obeyed Revan, locking the door and preparing for a journey to where the rendezvous was waiting.

Revan walked about the city, gauging the city and fortress, cloaking himself in the force as he paced around. Despite days without sleep, Revan strengthened himself in the force, his passion fueling him as he pushed forward. Hours passed, with Revan waiting for the right moment to push forward and make his appearance. As the light began to drop and the day passed into night, Revan watched as the Death Watch mercenaries guarding the building began to lose their ferocity and focus. In that moment, Revan felt a ripple in the force and knew his time was right.

Revan took a step forward, gauged his surroundings, and leapt, charging up through the air and landing on the outer wall of the fortress. Two more leaps and he found himself on the balcony of the center tower, far and away the tallest structure in the city.

Once on the balcony, Revan looked up to find a menacing figure staring back at him. Maul, his blades draw, stared back at him. Maul looked down at a female Togrutan and grabbed her by her horn before sliding the blade across her throat and dropping her lifeless body to the floor. Revan drew his blade in response, rage filling him as he stared at the Zabrak Dark Jedi.

Revan and Maul stared down one another, one another's eyes filled with hate. The two walked in a circle, weapons drawn, as they prepared to strike. Revan snarled, "You'll pay for this, you Sith scum."

Maul laughed in response. "My, aren't you one to speak on the taking of the lives of innocents."

"What you did was mass murder, for the sheer joy of it."

Maul smiled with an evil look that sent chills down the spine of Revan. "The mighty Revan has fallen so far. I'm disappointed, really. I very much was looking forward to meeting the Dark Lord of the Sith that so many have spoken so highly of."

Revan's rage, as he thought of the young Togruta girl and the thousands upon thousands of innocents killed, boiled over, as his skin sparked with lightning racing up and down his body. Revan flourished his violet blade and whispered, "You have…he's here to make you pay for your sins."

With that Revan launched at Maul, the power of the dark side flowing through him, despite his best efforts to control himself. The two blades locked time and again, with Revan quickly gaining the upper hand. His speed and grace were replaced by pure power, as Revan struck blow after blow, his Juyo form of combat ripping through Maul's defenses. He pushed Maul out of the balcony and up onto the terrace on top of the roof, keeping the Sith on the defensive.

Revan twirled around, striking blow after blow, his anger and quest for justice fueling him as he pushed the Zabrak to his breaking point. Maul pushed back, cutting low. Revan flipped backwards, then flipped forwards to his original position as Maul cleaved down. Revan rolled underneath a swinging strike and stopped Maul's hand, catching it in a death grip and forcing the first lightsaber from Maul's hand.

Maul managed to free himself, diving away and reengaging Revan, but to no avail. Revan's blade flew around like a figure of purple fire, constantly engaging and leaving little room open for Maul to go on the offensive. Maul, without his double-bladed lightsaber or his second blade, began to feel himself pushed to the brink. Desperate, he threw Revan back temporarily and took off, rushing off the edge of the terrace and flying down to the ground. Before Revan could give chase, however, nearly one hundred Mandalorian mercenaries, led by Pre Vizsla, flew up and aimed their blasters at him.

Revan looked up and locked eyes with Pre Vizsla. Revan knocked himself mentally. The trap had been sprung. He had been careless and played right into the hands of the enemy. Despite the impending defeat, Revan glared and said, "I will kill you for what you have done."

Vizsla chuckled. "You won't have the chance."

With that, all the Mandalorians opened fire, stun blasts heading for Revan with viscous accuracy. While the Jedi Master blocked off most of these blasts, eventually, they began to find their mark, and Revan was slowly brought to his knees by repeated stun blasts.

Finally, Revan's lightsaber rolled out of his hand and he looked up at Vizsla, who now stood in front of him with an evil grin. Revan muttered, "You can take me if you wish. I've broken chains before and I will do it again."

Vizsla chuckled. "I think the Lord of the Sith has a different plan in mind, Jedi."

Revan glared back at him. "Sounds like he is in for a rude awakening."

Vizsla shook his head. "I highly doubt that." With that, he whipped his blaster around and smashed it into Revan's forehead, sending him into darkness.

Roth watched from a distance, an expression of horror adorning his face as he watched Revan be stunned to unconsciousness. He looked over at Fives, who shook his head. "Those Mandalorian scum. Good for nothing mercs."

Roth sighed. "Fives, you need to make it to that rendezvous. Get off planet and get help. With the bombing at the Temple, I fear that attention will be divided. I need you to make sure we get that fleet. We're going to have to chase after him, wherever they take him."

Fives curled his eyebrows in confusion. "Um…sir, with all due respect, shouldn't we send a message to the fleet now? With Revan being captured, they would come right away."

Alex shook his head. "No…if someone ordered Vizsla to capture Revan and not kill him…that means that they will be taking him somewhere. Somewhere that they can torture him until they get the information they want."

Fives shook his head. "I'm sorry, sir, but I don't follow."

"Whoever wants Revan knows of his power and knows enough about him to know how to trap him. They played to his rage. His passion for justice. They know him well."

"Meaning…"

"Meaning that wherever they are taking him, he will be taken to the Emperor. We need to find out who he is. This is our chance."

"But sir, if you let that happen, that means that Revan will be tortured! You might be leaving him to a fate worse than death."

Roth shook his head. "Revan once told me that he would rather suffer for millennia than let the galaxy suffer for a moment. If he were here, Revan would tell us to do the same thing. Go to the rendezvous, Fives. Get a fleet ready. Here's my comm. I'll send you coordinates when we get wherever they are taking him."

Fives nodded and looked back up at him. "Are you sure about this, sir?"

Roth shook his head. "I don't know, Fives. But as far as I can tell, we're running low on options. If we can force the Emperor out into the open or at least learn something about his identity…it will be worth it."

"Roger that, sir. I'll get a strike fleet ready when we arrive back at the staging area."

"May the force be with you, Fives."

Fives took off and headed for the rendezvous, leaving Alex to draw his cloak over his head and move forward towards the town. "Alright, Revan. I just need you to hold out a bit longer…"

Anakin and Ahsoka stood before the Council. As soon as they finished their explanation of the explosion, Ahsoka asked, "How could the Separatists infiltrate the Temple?"

Yoda responded, "Worse than that, it is."

"What could be worse, Master Yoda?"

Mace responded, "Everything is on the table. We have to look at the possibility that it could've been anyone in the Temple, even a Jedi."

Yoda gravely remarked, "If a Jedi this is, gone to the dark side they have."

Ahsoka shook her head. "I can't believe a Jedi would attack a place this sacred."

Windu continued, "We'd like for you two to lead the investigation. We can't trust anyone who was here, even a Jedi. You and Ahsoka will provide an impartial point of view free of assumptions."

Anakin nodded, intent on getting a seemingly emotional Ahsoka out of the chamber. "We'll do everything we can."

Yoda warned him, "Careful you must be, Skywalker. If willing to destroy the Temple the attacker is, to great lengths they will go to keep from being caught."

Anakin nodded and replied, "Then I guess we'll have to go to even greater lengths to catch him."

Soon after, the pair walked down the hallways of the Temple, headed for the hangar. Ahsoka asked, "Do you believe what they said, Master, that a Jedi could do this?"

Anakin sighed and responded, "Not every Jedi agrees with this war, Ahsoka. There are many political idealists among us."

Ahsoka shook her head. "But a traitor?"

Anakin replied, "I'm afraid one can eventually become the other. Remember Count Dooku and General Krell. That's how they started too."

Ahsoka sighed. "And Revan, too."

Anakin nodded. "And Revan, too."

At that moment, Anakin stopped, a burning sensation searing through him for a moment. The moment was short, but the pain seemed to last for a millennium. Ahsoka saw Anakin stop and bend over, gasping for breath. "Master!"

Anakin held up his hand. "It's fine, Ahsoka. I'm fine."

"What was that?"

Anakin shook his head. "I don't know. It just came out of nowhere. Never mind. We need to get to the hangar."