Ok, sorry for the delay. Seems like I had a major bad case of writer's block lol. Well, from what I've learned, if all else fails, make a filler chapter to get things going and Kyros and company onto the Harbinger. xP
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Chapter 13: Revan
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I ran through the fields, dodging and rolling my way away from the enemy's camp and towards safety as fast as I could.
I jumped, high into the air, just as the thermal detonators I had planted in every corner of the giant camp, putting my Jedi and stealth skills to the test, exploded perfectly and consecutively, one by one, sending pieces of the Sith soldiers flying into the air.
The air was now filled with smoke and dust, the rank smell of burning evil surround me.
I, for a lack of better words, was able to escape unharmed and unscathed…albeit the cuts and scrapes I had received from all the sneaking around and slight run-ins with guards on duty. With the help of my reliable lightsaber besides me, I was able to keep most of the soldiers and warriors within the camp from discovering me, easily able to make short work of the occasional bump into a Sith scout.
Spitting out the pieces of ooze and slime from my mouth, I used my arm to wipe away the sweat and blood from my forehead. I was still crouched close to the ground, my instincts for concealment getting the best of me. I didn't like to be vulnerable incase another regiment of Sith came walking by.
I hated being weak.
Perhaps that his how Darth Revan was born, I created him through my search for power...
It's ironic how this is the way I'm reduced to fighting these monsters. Not with pure power and force, but with hiding and striking, only when they are vulnerable...
Like a true coward.
I smile despite myself.
Though I may be able to fight dark Jedi and kill Sith Lords, even I know my limits. I'm not able to bring down an entire empire of Sith alone… no, I'd need backup, a luxury I couldn't afford to have.
That thought immediately sent my next thoughts flying toward my friends…and of her. I could see her face now…remember the way she looked. I could remember how much I missed her.
"No…" I shake my head. "Not now and not here."
Remembering the past was another one of the many luxuries that I couldn't afford, at least not at the moment.
I focus my thoughts of getting to somewhere where I could rest and meditate. I needed my strength for the battles to come, for all the many battles to come…
I turn my head back around, taking one last look at the enemy camp, still smoldering as I continued to crawl back to the only place on this unforgiving and deserted world that I considered my safe haven, the only I have come to know for the past six years of my life.
Of course…without her, no place would ever come close to home. Even if I was in the most beautiful place on earth hunting and tracking down the Sith, it'd still be nothing without her by my side; the beauty of the perfect world would still be like the scene before me.
Dead, barren, and a wasteland full of pain…
The Sith Empire.
The REAL Sith Empire…
I sigh, shaking my head sadly before finally getting back up to my feet.
"Have to get as far away from here as possible…" I murmured out loud, to no one in particular.
I was still in range of sight, an easy target for an experienced shooter. But night was coming, and when night fell on this dark planet, things awoke.
I needed to get out of there.
The Sith soldiers on duty would be returning to their camp after their patrol and come back to a deserted camp, the bodies of their comrades in pieces, scattered across the harsh, empty land.
I for one would like to be as far away as possible when that happens…so I took my chances and ran towards safety, using the Force to guide me.
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"Great!" Atton exclaimed, sarcasm once again seeping through his voice as he dodged another laser blast. "Just what are we going to do now?"
Kyros groaned inwardly with disgust.
How could he have not seen this?
He knew, knew the moment that he had talked to the "protocol" Droid, that there was something off about it.
He rolled his eyes.
"Of course there was something off about it…" He thought, mentally kicking himself. "That psychotic piece of scrap metal was the one killing everbody off!"
He thought back to how they ended in a predicament like this.
He had finally been able to get the turbolift working again. After meeting up with Kreia and Atton it had been agreed that their best chance of survival was to board the ship that had docked. Against his better judgment of course…he had felt something…dangerous aboard the ship, but it was his best chance of survival. So grudgingly, he had agreed to head towards the ship.
Of course, they didn't get far.
Out of nowhere, he heard the surprised "Oomph!" from Kreia as he turned around and saw that the creepy HK protocol droid had reappeared from out of nowhere, it's burning red eyes oddly more evil then before.
He then saw Kreia's still form, lying face down on the cold, hard floor, knocked out from behind.
So then it didn't take him much to put two and two together, but Atton on the other hand…
"Do you think it can help us?" Atton asked, unaware of the danger the two were in.
Kyros glared and spoke through clenched teeth. "Go…find…cover…"
Atton simply stared at him.
"What?"
Suddenly, the HK droid spoke up. "Master…I told you that it would be dangerous here." The droid pointed his blaster, aimed directly at the Jedi. "You will come with me…where... it's safe."
Kyros, obviously had refused. Instead, he pushed Atton behind the first form of cover he saw. The startled scoundrel gave out a loud yelp as he fell behind the plasti-steel container, out harm's way.
Kyros on the other hand was not.
He ran towards the other side and dove, the blaster shot barley missing him, as he fell, hard onto the ground. He then scrambled up and took cover behind a second plasti-steel container.
Then the battle raged on, Kreia still unconscious, lying on the floor while the other two fought for their life.
He was brought back to the presentwhen afew more blaster shots whizzed past, barely inches away from making contact with his head.
This wasn't looking too good for them.
"Sith-spit!" he heard Atton yell from across the tiny room in which they were trapped in. "Now would be a great time to come up with a plan oh great Jedi!"
The scoundral yelled before rolling around to the side of the plasti-steel crate to fire more shots at their attacker.
Kyros glared at the young scoundrel from across the room. "I should have just left him to die…" He thought darkly. "He's really getting to become an annoyance…"
"What oh what would you like me to do Atton?" He pushed the dark thought aside as heyelled back, sarcasm practically exploding from his tone.
Use the Force Kyros…He stopped, his mind going blank for a moment. "What?" He asked out loud.
"Use the Force."
He heard it again.
His eyes snapped to Kreia's fallen figure and saw that the old women had awoken however, was still too weak to move.
"Use the Force…" She repeated a third time. "Tap into your power Kyros, it's in your blood."
"No…" Kyros glared. "Healing myself was enough, but actually using it for fighting again will be too much."
"No Exile, you must! You know you must if we are to survive." The old woman retorted. "You shall wield the Force once more, you must!"
Kyros stared at the old women for a moment, the sound of Atton's blaster shots and yelling was heard in the background but he paid no heed to it.
Could he do it? He wondered. Could he tap into the Force once more?
He didn't want to, but he knew he had no other choice…
His eyes burned with new determination.
He left the safety behind the container and charged at their attacker, using the Force to guide him. He dodged the shots and finally reached a distance close enough to attack. He used Force Push, sending the Droid flying into the wall. With a couple of well-aimed strikes using his viro-sword, he turned the Droid into scrap metal.
All became quite, the only sound that was heard was the heavy breathing of the young Jedi.
Kyros looked down at his feet, where the remaining head of the HK assassin Droid seemed to stare at him. He turned his head and his gaze fell upon something interesting. He bent down and picked the part up, deciding to keep it for the future.
Atton came up to him, also breathing heavily and stared at him, a look of confusion upon his face.
"What?" Kyros smiled, looking at the part. "You never know what can be useful…"
Atton gave him a skeptical look. "Sure, Jedi…sure."
Suddenly, the HK's head hummed with life, it's red eyes once again burning. "HAHA…" It said in a cynical voice that sent chills up their spines. "DIE JEDI…YOU SHALL ALL DIE!"
Suddenly, a countdown began.
"3…"
"2…"
Kyros' eyes went wide with horror. "RUN!" he exclaimed, turning around to help the still fallen Kreia up, Atton following closely behind him.
"1…"
They were all a safe distance away from the blast as it shook the abandoned station.
"Next stop…" Atton smiled happily as they entered the turbolift. "A creepy looking ship! Once there, maybe we'll be able to get OFF this Sith forsaken piece of rock!"
Kyros said nothing, but his eyes gave off a far away look.
It was obvious that he was deep in thought.
Kreia herself did not respond to the fool's comments as she prepared herself to face one of her former student again.
"The Exile's presence will be felt in the Force once more…" She mused. "Though it may be faint, I cannot allow that to happen, for enemies may prey upon him."
She closed her eyes and meditated, focusing on keeping the young man's presence unaware to others, until the right time of course…
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Revan's eyes shot open from his meditative stance. He stood up quickly from his troubled thoughts. Though it was faint, he felt something…familiar within the Force. He couldn't explain it for it was there for barely a second and it was gone.
Just like that.
He shook his head.
It couldn't be.
He sighed, smiling slightly. "The lack of sleep must be getting to me…"
He looked out from his tiny cave and saw the first signs of dawn.
He would have to go out to hunt again.
The Sith would be advancing againnow, towards the western-hemisphere of the world, killing all in their path until there was no more left to destroy.
Then, they would simply move to another world, doing the same thing.
He had to stop them...
Dusk was the perfect time for him, he was able to move quickly and swiftly, hiding behind the rocks and other forms of camouflage until he reached his destination.
Then, he would simply wait.
Wait for the Sith to become vulnerable.
Then he would plan his attack, carefully and meticulously, slowly but surely fighting his way past the Sith soldiers, until one day, he would be able to reach their leader.
It would be then, when he would truely have atoned for his past actions.
But he was in a race against time.
Everyday their empire got stronger but he wouldn't give up.
He couldn't.
If he gave up hope, then the darkness would be sure to get him.
He held his lightsaber in his hand, staring at it intently before clipping back onto his belt and headed out into battle once more.
He wouldn't fail.
For now, he was going to be patient and wait.
He will contiue to fight like this, until the day he is able to take the fight directly to their leader.
The Dark Lord of the Sith.
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Whew! After so long.
Glad I finally updated :)
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