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Author's Notes: Sorry for the delay. I've been really busy with life and all but I will try to update more now that I have a little free time.

Chapter 16: Wrath

Mission beamed as she walked ahead of Revan. Looking over her shoulder, she giggled.

"This is so cool!" Side note: No way in Hell am I using wizard to stay true to the SW Universe, no way.

The young Twilek led Revan quickly to her hovel and asked him to make himself at home while she gathered what supplies she needed for their mission. Mission never thought that the Beks would give her an assignment or take her seriously. Leading a stranger that looked like he could be a Republic commando into the Vulkar base was not exactly what she had thought would be her first official assignment. Frowning for a moment, Mission shrugged.

"I can always talk him into taking me into the base when we get there... there's still the Rancor."

Mission winced at the thought of the gigantic creature. Looking over her shoulder she silently hopes that her new friend had something besides a holdout blaster and a vibroblade to take out the monster. Revan seated himself on a comfortable looking box and crossed his arms across his chest, leaning against the wall. A quick scan of the area told him that Zalbaar was approaching and that the communication he had sent to Carth had worked, since he sensed the soldier nearby.

"Hey Tau, what are you and your friend... Darth? Looking for?"

Mission asked. Revan chucked at the use of Carth's nickname.

"Well Darth is on his way now. We're looking for one of our shipmates."

Revan silently boiled at the lie. He was never a good liar but he was great at bluffing. Sighing, the former Dark Lord listened to the blue girl hum happily and nodded off to a light rest. Mission returned several minutes later to see her new friend mumbling in his sleep. Frowning, Mission seated herself and pulled up a crate, using it as a makeshift workbench as she adjusted the upgrades on her blaster she and Zalbaar had found before he was captured.

"Kreia..."

Revan muttered quietly, shifting uncomfortably. Mission looked up from her scattered blaster and frowned. She could see a great deal of guilt written on the man's face and wondered who this person was he was dreaming of. After listening to Revan mutter more gibberish and names that meant nothing to her, though she did recognize Yusanis and Malak, Mission returned to her work. A howl from outside told Mission that her friend was back. Jumping to her feet, Mission scurried to the door and flung herself towards the Wookiee, latching onto his abdomen. Zalbaar smiled and growled happily as he embraced Mission in a bearhug.

"I didn't think I'd ever see you again Big Z! I was soo worried!"

Mission said loudly. Zalbaar roared his agreement, somber for a moment.

"I see you have met the one called Tauryn Katarn..."

Zalbaar said, reasoning that it was not a real lie. Mission nodded and furrowed her brow, immediately noticing her friend's odd behavior.

"What's wrong, Big Z?"

Zalbaar merely growled incoherently and seated himself in the hovel.

"Maybe I should wake him up huh?"

Mission sighed as she glanced at Revan's restless form. Placing a hand on Revan's shoulder, Mission was shocked when she found herself pinned to the wall with two golden eyes glaring at her. Revan blinked for a moment and his eyes cleared to their dark brown.

"Sorry... I'm a little jumpy right now..."

Revan apologized, pulling his forearm from Mission's throat. Mission stared, wide-eyed at him for a moment before she laughed nervously and wrapped her headtails tightly around her neck.

"Hey, no harm done..."

The former Dark Lord turned away and stared at a corner of the room, saying nothing.

"This time..."

Revan shuddered. He had been a split second from snapping the girl's neck, his nightmares still fresh in his mind. Mission frowned as she stared at Revan's back.

"What was with those eyes? Must've just been the lighting.."

Mission reasoned to herself as she looked down to a flickering flame nearby. Revan cleared his throat and looked over to Zalbaar. The Wookiee was eyeing him curiously and seemed a little guarded.

"A warrior is always on guard... Mine was down for a moment..."
Revan said quietly so only Zalbaar could hear. The Wookiee nodded once and turned his attention to Mission while Revan flicked the switch on his wrist comm.

"Carth, you there?"

The comm hissed for a moment before Carth answered.

"Hey I thought his name was Darth?"

Mission's voice cut through the room. Revan let out a snort and shook his head.

"Nope, Carth. That was just a joke."

Mission nodded.

"Dammit, what is it?"

Carth hissed. Revan raised an eyebrow.

"Well I was wondering where my backup is..."

Carth snorted.

"I was wondering the same thing. I've been stuck going on some errands from that old man I talked to..."

Revan humphed.

"Any luck?"

Carth made an annoyed sound.

"Pfft! I've spent the last six hours running around for that old man and finding a bunch of ancient book and now they all packed up and left the village gates open. There were Rakgouls all over the lift when I came back from the hideout."

Revan chuckled for a moment.

"What's your position?"

Carth checked his communicator and deciphered his coordinates.

"Three-five point seven-eight."

Revan nodded, knowing that it was near the lift from the undercity.

"Shouldn't be more than an hour's walk. Stick around that village, we'll be there within the hour."

Carth acknowledged and Revan turned his attention to Mission and Zalbaar.

"Ready?"

Mission nodded, still wary of Revan and his response when she tried to wake him. Mission walked ahead of the group, with Zalbaar standing in the center and Revan trailing behind. Revan could hear the two speaking about Zalbaar's lifedebt and was only interrupted from his thoughts when Mission turned and demanded that he take her with him.

"I could always use a good scoundrel to get me into a room."

Revan smirked as Mission beamed. The former Dark Lord and his companions met up an hour later with a very tired and disgruntled looking Carth.

"How's it going, Darth?"

Mission asked, walking happily up to the surly Republic Commander. Carth frowned at the cheery tone and looked past her to Revan.

"Let's move."

Revan stated. Carth agreed readily as did Zalbaar, though Mission pouted slightly. Surprisingly to Revan, Mission managed to avoid the large groups of Rakgouls tearing through the undercity and handled herself rather well when they encountered several Gammorheans. The former Jedi smirked as he watched the girl kill the pig-like creatures.

"She handles that blaster better than most of the Republic soldiers I've worked with."

"Well here we are..."

Mission sighed as she kicked a severed arm that was rotting on the floor. Revan stared at the door and then back to Mission.

"There's something you're not telling me..."

Revan stated. Mission flushed slightly.

"Well, ya see... There's a Rancor monster in there. He's not too bright though, I got by him twice! But you gotta watch out. That thing is huge!"

The former Dark Lord scowled at his young companion before he brought his right hand to his face and pinched the bridge of his nose in thought and annoyance.

"We could always feed it some grenades..."

Carth suggested. Revan nodded his agreement.

"Yes... but there's the matter of getting the damn thing to eat the grenade. You feel like running around in there with a thermal detonator in hand?"

Carth smirked and shook his head.

"No way."

Mission was busy kicking the severed arm with a disgusted look on her face when a datapad fell from a pouch in the sleeve. Curious, Mission lifted the pad and made certain to hold it far from her as she read it. Smiling brightly, Mission tossed the datapad and sifted through the pockets of the severed arm, ignoring the confused looks she received from Carth and Revan.

"Got it!"

Mission beamed as she lifted a small vial. She turned to see Carth staring at her with open disgust and Revan with his head tilted to the side slightly like a confused canine. Smiling knowingly, Mission pulled a grenade from her pack and dumped the contents of the vial on it, making sure to delay the timer. Opening the doors, she tossed the grenade into a small group of corpses that littered the room. The group immediately backed away as the ground shook and the Rancor roared. A sickening crunching noise could be heard as the Rancor devoured its prize along with the corpses that had long since begun to rot. Revan's lip curled in disgust and Carth looked as though he was going to vomit. An explosion, followed by a pained roar was heard before the structure shook once more in a loud rumble and all fell silent.

Peering into the room, Mission giggled and rushed in, leaving a very confused Carth and a surprised Revan behind.

"What just happened?"

Carth asked. Revan shook his head, turning to look at Zalbaar, who shook his head helplessly.

"No idea..."

Passing the Rancor corpse, Revan saw Mission vanish into thin air. Frowning, the former Sith Lord saw the doors to the Vulkar base open for an instant before two pained cries followed by the two dull thuds of two bodies hitting the ground reached his ears. Mission appeared moments later, grinning and with a bloody vibroblade.

"Uhm... good job..."

The former Dark Lord gave Mission a calculative look before shrugging and entering the lift into the Vulkar base. Carth seemed to be disgusted and Zalbaar seemed to be amused. The Vulkar base was crowded with supplies and war droids. Revan was grateful that Zalbaar and Carth chose to guard the lift while he and Mission scouted the base. As the former Dark Lord surveyed a storage room he snorted.

"Looks like Brejik is preparing for a war."

Mission nodded as she fumbled with a cargo cylinder.

"It looks like..."

Mission trailed off as the cylinder opened. Revan waited for a moment, relieved when no alarms sounded.

"That was close!"

Mission exclaimed as she lunged for the contents of the cylinder.

"Want some credits?"

Mission asked with a smirk as she pulled a handful of credit chips from the container. Revan shook his head, knowing he still had access to hundreds of secret accounts he had opened as the Dark Lord.

"Money was never an issue for me..."

"And never will be!"

Revan added with a smirk. Mission happily took the remaining credit chips and began looking for a map of the base on a console. The metal clank of a droid's footsteps echoed down the corridor as Mission worked on the console. The young Twilek looked up to Revan and frowned.

"If I try to leave this console... The alarms..."

Revan smirked. This was his opportunity.

"Hey Mission... want to see something cool?"

Mission looked puzzled for a moment.

"Uhm... sure?"

Revan nodded.

"You have to promise not to tell anyone though."

Mission smiled brightly.

"Sure thing!"

The young girl beamed at the prospect of her newest friend trusting her with his secrets. Revan loosened his shoulders and stretched for a moment before he pulled a small metal cylinder from his cloak and smirked at the realization on Mission's face.

"You're a Jedi?"

Revan laughed as he activated the weapon and shot into the corridor, slicing the war droid into scrap in an instant.

"I was a Jedi. There is more to my story but it will have to wait."

Mission nodded as Revan returned to her side. Revan was grateful for once that this was one less person he had to lie to about his identity. Revan activated his comm.

"Carth, do you think you can work your way into the lower city from where you are?"

The comm line was silent for a moment before Carth answered.

"Not a problem, Tauryn."

A roar was heard over the comm.

"Zalbaar I need you to help Mission and I here. Carth I want you to make sure none of the Vulkars get out the front of the base."

Carth acknowledged and Zalbaar roared his approval as the comm line went dead.

"So, what's the story?"

Mission asked as she disconnected her datapad from the console. Revan eyed her approvingly.

"Good job, Mish."

Mission smiled slightly, but her eyes narrowed.

"Come on, I'm not some little kid. Why are you avoiding the subject?"

Revan sighed as he led Mission towards where Zalbaar was meeting them.

"I need your word that you won't speak of this to anyone... except for Zalbaar."

Mission nodded.

"I was born a Mandalorian and recruited at a young age into the Jedi Order..."

Revan paused, waiting for Mission's reaction. The young girl merely shrugged.

"I chose to fight my own people during the Mandalorian wars-"

"That's terrible..."

Mission wailed as she brought her hands over her heart. Revan eyed the girl for a moment.

"It was a matter of duty then. They had to be stopped..."

Revan tried to assure himself more than Mission. In truth he was beginning to wonder if the Council was right all those years ago.

"What happened after that?"

Mission asked warily, Revan could tell she had a general idea of what he was going to say already.

"The Jedi and Republic won and those that followed Revan and Malak went beyond the Outer Rim to search the unknown worlds for other threats to the Republic since no one else would."

Mission was silent.

"We... found things there that are... horrific. There was nothing we could do. We fought as hard as we could. Eventually, it was Revan that told us to return to the Republic. From there, he staged hit and run attacks on this new enemy and was somehow able to keep them at bay."

It was still a mystery to Revan that he was even able to dent the Vong's defenses and by the time he discovered their weakness, droids, he had already lost tens of thousands of men.

"What happened?"

Mission whispered, awed by what she was hearing.

"Revan returned to the Republic with Malak and sought weapons to fight the horrors they found. There was one they already had but couldn't access. The Star Forge. When they returned, the Star Forge listened to Revan's commands and later Malak's. There they planned their war on the Republic... Revan wanted to take control so he could channel their strength against the larger threats beyond the Rim. Malak wanted the Jedi and the Republic to pay for ignoring the problems... It later became Revan's choice to follow this way as well."

Mission frowned slightly, still staring at Revan.

"We all made a pact... that we would do whatever it took to gain control and that included killing innocents and betraying out friends..."

Mission noticed that Revan appeared to be shaken."I joined the Sith and became one of those murderers. Somehow we were blind to all the pain we brought with us from the wars and the Outer Rim... Someone... opened my eyes and I owe her my life for that. I was captured by the Jedi and my memories were removed while a false identity was programmed into my mind-"

Mission gasped.

"The Jedi did that to you? But... ho- Why?"

Revan understood Mission's confusion. He would have never thought the Jedi would resort to such measures.

"Quite simple really... I am Darth Revan."

Mission paled slightly and a tiny frown played on her face. Mission opened and closed her mouth several times Finally, Mission managed to speak.

"So... Darth Revan huh? Heh..."

Revan leaned against the wall and stared at Mission silently.

"So, how do you remember who you are?"

Mission asked in confusion. Revan shrugged as he brushed some imaginary dust from his shoulder.

"Someone who did the mindwipe felt guilty and offered me a second chance. I intend to use that chance..."

"Even if we all know there are no second chances."

Mission nodded.

"You trust me with all this?"

She asked quietly. Revan crossed his arms across his chest and stared at Mission for a moment before nodding.

"The question is do you trust me?"

Mission frowned and blinked.

"After all that..?"

Mission smiled brightly.

"Sure, I don't see why you'd have even bothered to tell me if you didn't trust me, so I should return the favor. Right?"
The former Dark Lord of the Sith shrugged noncommitally.

"Or I could simply kill you if you fail to keep my secret. The Dark Lord of the Sith is not a forgiving person."

Mission smiled at that.

"But you won't."

Revan scowled.

"You don't know that though, you shouldn't trust me."

Mission smiled widely.

"I don't think you'd have accepted a lifedebt from Zalbaar as Tauryn Katarn. And if Big Z accepts you then I know you wouldn't do that!"

Revan's scowl deepened.

"Dammit!"

Shaking his head, Revan eyed Mission's datapad.

"So what did you find?"

Mission growled as she looked down to her datapad.

"They don't have your friend here. But they do have the Swoop accelerator. Its being stored in their garages. We'll have to find the lift and make out way down there."

Revan nodded as Zalbaar approached from the corridor.
"Zalbaar, Mission knows who I am so you can speak with her freely."

The Wookiee roared an acknowledgment.

"Mission this is very important. No one can know who I am."

Mission grinned happily.

"I won't tell anyone, Revan."

Revan stared calculatively at Mission. The girl was so positive and trusting that it was almost sickening.

"Thank you, Mission."

Revan motioned to Zalbaar.

"Zalbaar I need you to make sure none of those bastards get past us. If any of them get out of here it could bring the whole Sith fleet down on us."

Zalbaar agreed immediately. The way to the Swoop garage of the Vulkar base was soon littered with corpses and droid debris. Revan tore through the Vulkars with ease as Mission watched in silent awe. She had heard stories as everyone had, but to see a Jedi or Sith in action was more than she could have imagined. By the time Revan pried the Swoop accelerator from the dead hands of a Vulkar lieutenant, Carth had commed him once to tell him that several Vulkars had tried to escape.

"Did any get by you?"

Revan asked as he and Mission made their way through the Vulkar base to the lower city.

"Got them all, Tauryn."

Revan nodded.

"Good."

The journey to the Hidden Bek base was silent. Revan smirked inwardly. He had killed every Black Vulkar in the base and the Swoop Gang was likely in a panic, thinking the Sith were coming down on them for their foolishness. Revan and Mission waited in the Bek base for several days while the Beks installed the Swoop accelerator. The Taris Swoop championship approached quickly and Revan waited calmly in the Bek base as Carth and Zalbaar asked around the upper levels for a way off planet.

"Hey Rev."

Mission entered the quarters she shared with the former Sith Lord in the Bek base. Revan nodded to her.

"What's the story?"

Mission laughed.

"The Vulkars are broken. All they have is now riding on this Swoop race. Brejik himself is supposed to be there."

Revan nodded.

"Good."

"I can kill them all in one sweep."

Mission argued fervently when Gadon refused to allow her to attend the Swoop Championships. He had used the excuse that only members of the Vulkars or Beks were allowed to attend. As Revan walked into the Swoop Championship's loading bay he caught sight of Bastila being held in a cage with a neural disruptor attached to her neck.

Revan snarled as he glared openly at everyone near him. For some reason, completing the race to win Bastila had lost its original appeal, now the only coherent thought in his mind was to tear each and every person that was a part of this to shreds. Glaring across the race track, Revan caught sight of a dark skinned man. By his appearance, Revan could tell he was the Vulkar's leader, Brejik. Taking a moment to survey his surroundings, Revan used the Force to manipulate any recording devices in the area.

"Brejik!"

The former Sith Lord snarled, his eyes flashing golden as he charged the Black Vulkar leader. The man turned, startled to the angry voice only to see a sapphire beam shoot from a dark figure's hand as screams and shouts filled the air around him.