"Revan was power. It was like staring into the heart of the force."
With Mekel almost heralding his arrival, Revan, Zaalbar and Caldera stalked their way back into the Academy with their heads held high. Students were gathered, teachers too, and even a few cloaked misers as Revan approached the central chamber. Among them he saw the students he had talked to, just hours prior - including Shaarda, appearing spooked, and Thalia May, who was hiding herself. There stood his target, Mistress Uthirr Wynn. Framed by an ancient overhead light, she stood with her arms crossed behind her back, standing proud.
"Ah, I was wondering if the madman seducing my students was all talk. And what have you there - a blade?" she asked. Revan took a moment to take her in, motioning his companions to remain among the circling students.
She was a grim woman, even with her thin smile. Power emanated from her in a steady, controlled flow, almost choking lesser beings nearby. The markings on her face and her shaved head were archaic, arcane, adding to her forward, dark aura. In short, Revan found himself preparing to die in this combat. Uthirr would prove a challenge, and his faux-death had not done any favours for his martial prowess.
"Ajunta Pall's, headmistress," he answered, with a polite bow. "Tell me, how did you fail to kill Jorai Uln, when you took over for her? Honestly, she'd been out in the hills for how long before I came across her?"
Humour crept into Uthirr's smile. "And then you charmed her to your side, no doubt? You imitated Revan as he was during the Mandalorian Wars, like you are now?"
Revan could help but laugh. "I killed her. She had to die, for she threatened the whelp, here," he said, motioning to the quiet Mekel.
The smile left Uthirr's face before whispers of discontent flew about the students. And she stared colder at the man before her, evaluating him. She hadn't the pleasure of meeting Revan, the true Revan when he was alive, but Uthirr could tell an impostor when she saw one. The way he walked, talked, even shifted the Force before him, they were all pale imitations of the real thing.
"Hmph. Then surely another headmistress should prove to you no challenge. Come, and strike me down. Let your companions join you, if they too, wish to die," she beckoned them, igniting her lightsaber with a snap-hiss.
Revan held his hands out to block Zaalbar and Caldera, shaking his head. "You two are to stand and witness. Do not interfere until I tell you."
Caldera looked between the Sith and him, and quirked an eyebrow. "You'll die-"
"And woe to the galaxy if I do," he joked. "Stay back, please."
Uthirr rushed him, with a forward jab of her saber. Revan blocked the strike, and let combat return to him, throwing her scorching blade up with his own. He kicked her into the centre of the room, and Uthirr recovered almost instantly, grinning.
"It seems you'll prove more of a challenge than I first thought. Good," she roared as she struck again, empowered by the rage of the planet around her. Revan took the strikes in stride, getting a glimpse of how Uthirr fought, and calculated. Left-handed, he noted. No custom work on the lightsaber. Good balance. Long reach.
He defended as best he could, pushed back circularly around the chamber as the students remained eerily silent, praising the ancient cortosis-weave in Ajunta's blade. Then, when Revan saw an opening, he slipped from Uthirr's assault, towards the centre point. He stood firm, controlling his breath, flexing his fingers, and remaining impassive. Uthirr began to trace around him, before lashing out in a furiously fast swipe, scorching Revan's chest through his robes.
He recoiled at the burning hum of the blade, having cauterised a foul arc into his breast. The wound was shallow, but he felt it rocket through his nerves in a bristling swell, reddening the skin around it. Revan ceased angry thoughts as Uthirr caught her breath, chuckling at him. No, he mused, don't draw upon the pain. Too easy. I'll slip again, I know it.
His fingers lit with a brilliant light, and he traced his chest wound as he stepped back, sighing with relief. Instantly the pain flowed away, giving space for a breath, a lull in the battle. It didn't last long, as Uthirr roared, using the Force to repel him, knocking him onto his back. She followed through with a soaring, impaling swish of her blade that impacted nothing but the Academy's floor. Revan, having squirmed away, leapt up, and made a light slash against her back with his blade.
Uthirr roared in pain, retrieving her blade from the ground and cutting behind her, clashing with Ajunta's sword. They followed with a flurry of sparking strikes before she cocked a fist back, cracking across Revan's nose, sending him to the floor once more. He was out like a light, head bouncing off the stone limply as the students gasped. So, dissatisfied but proud with her display of dominance, Uthirr turned heel.
And before Zaalbar's roar could be heard, before the alerts of the students could sound out to Uthirr's ears, an awful feeling crossed her mind. Within a flash his blade appeared in front of her throat, firm, just shy of her flesh, his hand at her back. There Uthirr expected to be impaled, beheaded, to simply have her back pushed so that she may die a bloody, choking death. But she waited, in silence, as Revan's hand glided over her wound, the one he made, and healed it.
She gave further pause as he retrieved his blade, leaving her just standing, filled with calmed nerves and healed soul. At the end, her skin sealing the angry cut, Uthirr bit back a moan, a sudden and boiling rage overtaking her. She drove her elbow into his gut, and cut across in a massive arc, yowling as he leapt out of her range. The audacity!
She slashed again, hitting nothing but air as Revan backed away from her, cleaning the blood from his nose. "What is the meaning of this!? What trick are you playing, you madman!?"
He gave her no answer beyond a wink, strutting forward with confidence as she clashed with him again. Uthirr found her strikes softer, more easily repelled by his strength. As if she were sapped. He engaged in the combat now as an exchange rather than defending constantly, but kept her questioning, pressing him. The exchange of theirs mounted as Uthirr felt electricity crackling at her fingertips, and threw it forward.
A jet of lightning rocketed against Revan's chest as he stumbled backwards, blade moving to redirect her jutting lightsaber into the ground again. He then followed with a slash to her left thigh, along it's outer edge, slinking past her rapid, furious swings. He felt it radiate off her, in hot waves. Anger. Fury. Rage. As if they were being converted to energy, to use against him. Revan engaged the feelings platonically, merely observing them, and threw a kick into Uthirr's ribs.
He received a light-scorching slash against his ankle, but willed himself to ignore the pain as he found himself behind her again. There his hand went, as quick and as gentle as a flash, healing her. Spending his own energy, his own mind and willpower, his own positive emotion, into the wound he made. And Uthirr was left screaming because of it. She assaulted him, drawing upon a now impotent rage as she leapt, twirled, and battered Ajunta's ancient blade.
The Sith headmistress attempted to use the Force in flurrying pulls and pushes, targeting Revan's hands, feet, and head, but failed to call upon a large enough effect. Somehow, he'd stunted her connection to the Force, or so it felt. So she called upon the sheer embarrassed fury of hers to energise. Sparks flew as blade met blade, light meeting cold metal, their bodies crashing into each other more than once. Their arms met in the air, pressing their swords against one another as they locked eyes, lit by a red glow.
"J-Just… Die!" she roared, feeling her own resolve and spirit shake as she stared into those eyes of his. Those soft, tender, disarming eyes.
Revan showed no sign of struggling against her, spending all of his willpower and concentration into making it appear effortless. "One death was enough, and I'm not so keen for another."
He then threw her off, sending her sitting on her backside. And there Revan pressed on her, expending her energies and assaulting her as she started with him, ravenous. It was not so much to injure or kill her, no. To win the hearts and minds of the Sith cadre again, he needed to do something drastic. To weaponise something he never thought to before, to debase himself for the good of the galaxy and its people. So Revan made her guard, and wasted her power in defending.
Uthirr rose with a flip, and made a final, silent stab at him, intending on breaking his defence. She struck with the might of the world behind her; on her own ground. With the Force behind her.
It failed.
It failed, and Revan smirked. He twirled the stunned, reeling headmistress around, and took hold of her jacket, scrunching her undershirt along with it. Gripping tightly, he held a hand to her scarred, shocked face, and took her. Rip, went her top, and out jiggled her modest breasts, bouncing in the hot air of the Academy.
The whole room was stunned as Revan took Uthirr's lips in a hungry, horny kiss, as he exhaled his power to them. The Force flew through him in a cascading, furious rush that punctured the hearts and minds of all the crowd, making them gasp. It was all too late when Uthirr attempted to summon the power, the will to resist Revan, only to find her mind eager.
Eager to be used, to be paraded as the trophy of their fight, she kissed back in a blushing frenzy, yelling into his lips as he tore her pants from her legs. Clothes flew off them like leaves on the wind, until the young Sith conglomerate was granted an image of the Dark Lord in the buff, his ample cock sawing in between their headmistress' thighs. They broke their kiss, to hold one another, shakily, fearfully, as if both knew how vulnerable they were in that moment.
Revan shuddered with pleasure as the quickly wetting folds of the headmistress slickened his meat, as she eked with quiet moans. "There's… Th-There's that heat from Korriban," he chuckled. "It's miasmal, that a-anger. But b-beyond it, you can feel me, can't you? Uthirr, can you feel me, can you see me through the Force?"
Tears were welling in the headmistress' eyes. Anger was in her, natural and fresh, but subsiding it was a warmth. A building, swirling, divine warmth that she hadn't felt in years. Before, in her time as a Jedi, it had pierced her, and in later years found herself blinded to the feeling. But now?
It engulfed her. It was him, the madman, his presence in the Force surrounding her.
"I-I-I can feel it," Uthirr gasped. "A h-heat beyond-ah~-heat! A… Oh~... Oh, it feels so good…"
"Do you want more?" Revan asked, bringing their cheeks together in a gentle rub, fingers dancing over breasts, her tummy, her lower lips. "The fight is over," he continued, "but we can still dance together. In front of all of your students, under this sterile light."
Uthirr nodded, nailing her eyes shut and certainly not trusting her throat to form the words. She melted in his grip, in his strength, and submitted, moaning aloud as he poked his prick at her pussy, teasing her. Beyond the student's breaths, there was silence, and beyond that, cutting it like light through shadow, was the couple in the centre of the room. In that deafened academy did they slide their skin, kiss their partner, smack flesh against flesh, and groan, singing sweet nothings in that carnal embrace.
Revan's eyes fell to Zaalbar, then to Caldera. The Wookiee's expression was hard to read, but the twinge of her nose was unmistakable. She lowered her weapons slowly as she began to recognise the primal right in Revan, eyes glued to him. Caldera, on the other hand, tried her hardest to wipe the grin from her face, rooted in place and gazing garishly - stunned at how Revan had dealt with the headmistress.
"Sith of Korriban, heed my words and rejoice, for I am Revan reborn," he uttered. His voice, though booming and cutting through the silence, was gentle. "Twas I who slaughtered the Mandalorians, twas I who brought the Republic to its knees, and it will be me who crafts you into the weapon that will save this galaxy."
That plummeting presence he exuded, the aura that fell upon the Sith cadre fell deeper still. And suddenly, those young adults stopped gawking and started stripping themselves. As if directed by a higher emotion, as if open and vulnerable and willing to be betrayed, each teacher and student began to bare themselves to the world, and embrace. Caldera saw no point in not joining in, so she dived into it, smacking her lips into a Twi'lek's, slipping her hands under the hem of another woman's pants. Zaalbar responded to the aura in kind by fingering herself, paw diving to her mons and teasing her own clit, growling low in that growing pit.
Uthirr was putty in Revan's hands. She was the crowd's centrepiece, all eyes upon her, and yet she didn't cower. Didn't let inhibitions limit her. She gyrated her hips against Revan's teasing, pleading cock, almost going in, then taking it out, gasping at the heat of his dribbling precum. She thought briefly on why in the hell he was doing this, but realised all too late as his hand travelled to her throat, gently motioning her to stare at Dusti Onasi.
She was nude, like her fellow students, busy trying to pry Kel off her chest, her neck. When her eyes met with Uthirr's, they both froze, and Revan smirked, whispering into the headmistress' ear.
"You have a sin to confess, headmistress. Many deaths or just one, caused by your hands… Tell Miss Onasi now. Tell her, loud and clear, so that you may be absolved."
Uthirr's throat croaked. "I… I…"
Revan smacked her ass, sharp and short. "Louder, headmistress."
"Selene…" she said, guilt mounting and eyes watering. Her throat began to lock as she broke their gaze, looking down at the floor. Revan craned her head back up, and shivered with lust, with animosity.
He spanked her again, the sound cracking and reverberating against those ancient halls. "Loud enough so the whole Academy may hear. So that they may witness you being absolved, headmistress!"
Uthirr mewled, confused and dazed at the onset of emotion. She took to the feeling of murder before with raw hatred, or in Selene's case, in neutrality. The girl had to die, for she was holding the Onasi girl back. But now, now it seemed so… Brutal. So needlessly wasteful of a life, such a far cry from her years spent training as a Jedi. Uthirr Wynn felt disgusted with herself.
"I had, ahn! Oh~, I-I had S-Selene… K-... Killed!"
And at that moment of confession, Revan slammed himself inside her, burying himself to his hilt. Impaling the Sith headmistress, he sent a shock towards her core, through her cunny, and out her bod, eliciting a choked-gasped-cry from her. To flaunt his dominance, his position as punisher and absolver, Revan fucked the headmistress then and there, in front of all of her students.
She was a heretic tied to a post, and he was a priest with a flail, flogging the flagellant with his cock. The horror that played on Dusti's face was shadowed quickly by her mounting lust, a foul and gnarly desire that wringed it's way into her pussy as she stared on. She watched as the tears pricked and fell and soon cascaded from the paint on Uthirr's face, and found herself flashing with heat. She saw Revan's metal-chiseled body clashing with her headmistress, and blushed, truly flushing her cheeks as he smiled to her, forlornly.
He was allying their desires, hidden and repressed, with their purpose. Odd and crazy though this situation was, Revan was breathing a new doctrine into the crowd as he fucked the mistress, taking hold of her arms and splaying her breasts out, grunting with pleasure. Her ample athletic ass bounced with every punishing pound of her pink pussy, as she crumbled and forewent all resistance.
"I'm going to cum inside you," Revan breathed in the woman's ear, "and so shall you release. Release this hatred that's poisoned you, that Korriban has cultivated. So that I may make an example of you, and so that you may save yourself, Uthirr."
And so, Revan did. He married their groins, pressing himself so far and so deep inside her that she squeaked, that the headmistress of the Sith Academy squeaked in front of her subordinates. As he came, so did she, shuddering and shaking in his grip, feeling her legs give out and her cunt be filled with love juice, with the Force itself. All too quick did pain and anger slip from her mind, that she fell and blacked out, being caught by Revan's steady hands. He held Uthirr gently as she passed into unconsciousness, and kissed her - staring into half-lidded eyes.
The sight proved just lewd enough for a few of the Sith ladies to get their rocks off, if the moans and whoops were anything to go by. And in the midst of that chaos, before more of the students could descend upon the now freed Dark Lord, he got Caldera's attention, smiling.
"No, I'm certain Revan never did anything like this," she chuckled as he neared, pulling a Twi'lek's mouth from her sopping folds. "Which is why you've convinced me. You bested a better trained opponent in single combat by exploiting their lack of endurance and control. You then proceeded to fuck her unconscious - solidifying your victory for ages to come. As far as I'm concerned, Revan, your word is true and Korriban is yours for the taking!"
"As are you," he smirked, holding his hand out and pulling her towards him, clashing her rock hard, muscly form against his. "This is but a test and I intend not to lose myself in lust, but…"
"But what?" Caldera asked, with an exhilarated giggle. "You'll have to fight me before you fuck me, Revan."
"I intend to."
Naked, fighting as ancient Mando'a did, Caldera rushed at Revan as the crowds gave them space once more, eyes stuck between their own lovers and the new spectacle in front of them. Winded from his previous bout, Revan kept his stance defensive and regained his stamina, trying to stop the blood from flowing to his still-hard cock. He blocked her strikes - focused and furious despite her composure, and repaid them in kind.
Caldera was aggressive. The Mandalorian Madam as Revan had come to call her, fought with the strength of her mentors before her, with the experience of hundreds of battles and the wisdom of one too many situations gone bad. It made countering her hard, but not impossible. Revan recognised her switchups, the light, peppering strikes that often precipitated a single, damaging blow, and her energy.
He had to stop himself from smiling. From being realigned with his past self in such fashion. As the Echani spoke of conversation through battle, he and the Ordo clanswoman dictated a dialogue. Caldera spoke of her experiences and her past through the training she displayed in her kicks, her punches and body-slams, where Revan spoke of his time studying, burying himself in the lessons of Jedi past. She spoke of war, of domination, and of a brilliant conquest that he thwarted.
And at last, to cap their fight, bringing a crushing, two-handed pummel to her thigh, Revan's eyes locked with Caldera's, and they shared what troubled them. Revan, pausing, panting, standing tall, spoke of the war beyond the stars. In the Force, and in the dark spaces of the galaxy. And reeling, panting, chuckling from the debilitating bruises on her body, Caldera uttered to him her woes. A failure of her leadership from times past and the call of her clan, the fall of their honour since the Mandalorian Wars.
A silence filled the air as they stared, deep and pondering, into each other's visage. In that brief, explosive bout of combat, they had told the other more than they would have cared to otherwise, and loved it. There Revan's vulnerability flared as his emotions came to display, to be looked at without filter. He'd spent so long as the Dark Lord shielding himself from others that he'd forgotten about the most empowering emotion one could feel.
Love.
He and Caldera kissed. They fell to the ground, observed by all, and began making love in that Academy. No further words were traded as combat began anew; strikes turning instead to kisses, punches turning into gentle little slaps, kicks turning into the fondling of this spot or that curve. The heat reached them all too quickly, and despite the muck they were building, they continued in that sweaty romp, running their hands through the other's hair, massaging knotted muscles, and simply gyrating in that thrusting rhythm.
Time became a blur. Revan's influence continued to expand and strengthen until all of the Academy had surrounded them, everybody swirling in that focal point of emotion. As the seconds ticked by he and Caldera still locked themselves, their bodies joined by licking tongues, probing fingers, and cheering voices, as if still they were gladiators in competition. Revan's lips clashed with Lashowe's as he kept his hips locked to Caldera's, and soon the Mandalorian's face was eclipsed by Shaarda's phat rump.
Again and again did Caldera squirm with release as those hands touched her, as Revan fucked her. The Jedi gasped as he felt a pair of furry arms hug him from behind, the growling maw of the Wookiee woman nestled deeply into his neck. The sensation was enough to make him release again deep into the Madam's womb, but still he remained rigid, roaring himself.
"Zaalbar," Revan growled back. "If this is not to your liking, you may always return to the Hawk…"
"No," she purred.
"I do not wish to abuse your debt to me, Zaalbar-"
"-Lie with me as mates do," Zaalbar bellowed, "ignore… Treat the debt as if it does not exist now, in this moment."
Revan gave one look to the muff-muffled Mando, and turned his head back to the Wookiee. "Very well. On my lap, Zaalbar."
She halted, breath hitching in her throat as she obeyed the command. Revan slid himself out from Caldera's cunt and leant back, allowing Zaalbar to straddle his lap and impale herself readily. Revan propped his legs up to get a better vantage and began thrusting madly, keeping his eyes locked with his lovers', and owned her. Her fur was cleaner since he'd last seen her, less matted and recently groomed, feeling so soft to the touch.
It made for poor grip, but Revan pounded in spite, feeling his eyes roll back into his head at the sheer heat of the Wookiee's pussy. From this angle a student's mouth latched onto his sac, a submissive slurped and sucked the sweat from his balls. Crooking his neck, Revan groaned again in explosive rapture upon seeing Kel's face, now marked by his flowing cum. He heard an amused purr emanate from Zaalbar, so he doubled his efforts, feeling every muscle in him tense to stave another release.
Strong and dominant though Zaalbar appeared, Revan found her crumbling like Caldera did. From the otherwise unbroken gaze between them to his machine-like intensity, from her pawing paws to his roaming, kneading, playful digits. Free though he felt, a fear hit him that Zaalbar would not reciprocate these adoring feelings, so freely flowing. Perhaps not as Caldera had, perhaps not now, he thought, but in time.
When Zaalbar's body fell, unable to sit up and wiggle and bob upon his hips, his arms latched around her tight as he filled her womb, again and again, cock finally popping out to saw her thicc, furry ass. And there Kel's tongue dived readily onto their genitals, lapping at them like a bitch. Revan's thoughts soon sloughed off any rage, any impotent anger he had felt since his revival.
When he thought of Bastila now, in this thrusting pit of flesh and confluence of tenderness, he felt love. Perhaps not as erotically charged as what he felt now for those gathered around him, but, only time would tell. Now, he reigned in his focus, and empowered himself with the thought of protecting those he loved, those he would love. As Revan took control of the Academy and made it his own, he flaunted his power, and fucked each and every student raw. All except one, he noticed.
When all was said and done, after hours had passed and the academy dwellers slept, there stood a man. Amongst a pile of juice-soaked, sweat-wracked, climax-ridden bodies did Revan stand, cock still erect, still pouring seed. That befuddled him, how he hadn't passed out or died from dehydration. But beneath him, drenched the worst by far, was Uthirr, Caldera, and Zaalbar, who panted unevenly, whimpering and mewling beneath the Jedi.
He took a single, deep breath, and lorded his presence still, at odds with himself. It was only as Yuthura Ban exited the headmistress' room that Revan realised how ridiculous he might've looked, but she paused all the same. The Twi'lek woman gaped at the carnal sight before her, the spent women, and that towering man, standing still.
"What the-," she felt the words leave her throat as a warmth washed over her - the scents of the sleeping students and whimpering teachers. The sounds of their breathing, moaning, and the sheer fucking dominance of the madman, who she truly believed to be Revan.
"What… What is this? What have you done?" she asked, eyes wide in a mix of horror and lust.
"I have defeated Uthirr Wynn in single combat," Revan answered, quite reductively. "And I have taken control over the Academy."
"S-So… What? I… You'll be taking back your empire, then?" Yuthura questioned, subconsciously approaching the pile, approaching Revan. Being near him seemed to make her think of better things; happier things.
Revan sighed as he looked to Caldera, to Zaalbar, curled upon the floor. "No. I wish to save the galaxy. Coming here was… Necessary. A first step."
"A first-," Yuthura stopped herself and recoiled, taking deep breaths, feeling her jacket tighten around her form. Her knees began to wobble as he continued staring at her, forlorn yet motivated. "This was only your first step?"
He nodded.
Yuthura could only scoff. "I can't believe it. The students, they spoke… Some of your ways, your words, and some of the threats you warned of…"
"...It's only natural you'd doubt it," Revan said, "I-"
"-I… I never said I doubted you," she interjected, finding strength in her legs, her steps again. "There was… There is a weight to your eyes. One I remember seeing only a few years ago…"
He stiffened. "You saw me, masked. As I stalked through these halls with Malak, on our way towards-"
"-Naga Sadow's tomb," she finished for him, face set in a grim line. "Beyond the thin slit in that mask of yours I saw your hatred. You wielded it like a weapon, you were a beacon in the Force, and now… You've changed. But that weight behind those eyes never left you."
"I died," he clarified. "Malak betrayed me, as you know…"
Yuthura sighed, feeling tears form in her eyes, withdrawing her lightsaber and staring at it. "And yet you walk, still. Revan, Dark Lord of the Sith, now a… A…"
"A Jedi."
"If… If you can depart from your old ways and walk down this path, towards rescuing the galaxy, then… I wish you to be my master. To serve you and to bring peace to the galaxy. F-From what I can feel, here and now, h-hatred has left you, and I wish also to learn this, from you," she entreated, kneeling, placing her lightsaber at her feet.
Revan looked shocked. He wasn't expecting such results, such devotion - it felt awful. It was unreal and sickening, making him think he'd gone too far in his display of dominance. He stepped forward, collected Yuthura's lightsaber, and took her by the shoulders, lifting her up.
"You bow to no one," he said. "Especially not to me. I will take you in and teach you what I can, Yuthura, but… This is not a journey we shall return from. Understand this before you pledge your saber."
Her eyes glistened with a hope, weak, but present. "M-My pledge remains the same… Better I separate myself from this… This petty chain of cruelty."
"Then come," he implored, lifting a finger under her chin, placing a kiss on her soft, supple lips, "we leave at dawn."
Before dawn came, before the slumbering pile of students and teachers could awake, Revan stalked the halls one last time, rounding each and every poisonous artifact he could find. With Ajunta's blade by his side, he sterilised the ancient things. Holocrons, lightsabers, crystals, armour, even some blasted blasters and droids carried dark taints within them, within their impressions left behind by the Force. He cut what he could, and sealed the rest, ensuring at least for the time being, the Academy's corruption would be stemmed, perhaps halted entirely.
And finally, at Horuset's rise, Revan kept watch as the student body's bodies stirred awake, as Uthirr rose from that dusty ground and snapped her attention to him. Immediately she knelt, squirming under his gaze. She tried so desperately to move and coordinate herself in spite of the spurting semen from her holes, but, blushed at the embarrassing motion, nonetheless.
"M-My Lord-"
"-None of that," Revan assured her. "Rise, Uthirr. I have a task for you."
And rise she did, blushing furiously. "Y-Yes, my… Er, what would you have me do?"
Revan looked to the crowd, to the halls, and thought of the task ahead again. "I'm taking a cadre with me. In the meantime, I want you to accept any and all wayward souls here. Masquerade if you must under Malak's rule, but harm no one. If you are attacked, then retaliate, but do not make this Academy one of suffering and malice anymore. Am I clear?"
Sobered from that lustful bout of debauched decadence, but still empowered by that lingering love, Uthirr felt her convictions shake. What exactly is Revan asking, she thought? Her mind was strengthened against any psychic incursion or touch from the Force, but this was different. She had seen past Revan's facade and saw the real him, his love, and had embraced it. That alone had brought her from her ambient anger and into an unrivaled clarity. The headmistress found herself flustered, to say the least.
"Create another academy for Jedi?" she asked him. "There is more to be done in dispelling Korriban's rage than-"
"-No," Revan interrupted. "A place where the freedoms of the Force can be taught with respect to it. Teach no dark technique here; no way and in no form where one may corrupt the Force. The ancient blood and hatred found here I've already attempted to purge, keeping it's history intact - but I leave you with keeping the Academy safe in my absence."
Uthirr sighed, pausing momentarily. "It will be difficult," she said. "Why take students with you; and why not the garrison stationed here?"
"We have no time to train an army," he admitted, holding the headmistress' face gently, "and I need them to help combat a threat beyond Lady Malak… For now, Uthirr, all I ask is that you try. I shall return to you soon."
He held her for a moment, and in that moment, Uthirr took his lips in a kiss, remaining locked in his embrace, enjoying the feeling of his hands upon her scarred body. When they broke, a falling trail of saliva kept them bound, in messy infatuation.
"I shall try, then… Revan."
They parted with a fleeting kiss, and in Revan's mind, a promise to return. He then travelled to the Ebon Hawk, having sent Zaalbar along with Yuthura, and Caldera along with his selection of Sith students. Dusti Onasi joined them with renewed vigour, citing a biting distrust for Uthirr despite the reawakening of the headmistress' ideals. Revan balked at the thought of explaining how he had plowed his teammate's daughter into submission and back, but kept his focus tied deeply on his own, open love.
Kel and Dal had joined at Revan's request, eager to help reshape the galaxy so that Force-users could help those in need without worry like the Jedi, and without decadence like the Sith. He saw use in them as mediators, those balanced in the Force. From the rest, Revan selected Mekel - giving the woman a chance to redeem herself, Shaarda - much the same as Mekel, and so that Revan could mould her raw potential, Lashowe - to help ally and rally their ambition, and finally, to help her escape from the environment she so distrusted, Thalia.
When given the risks of the mission, the Sith cadre joined without hesitation. Revan saw in Dusti's eyes the need to join her mother in this righteous cause, and in Thalia, in Yuthura, a chance to free the galaxy. Yuthura would be their commander, reporting to Revan himself, joining them directly on the Ebon Hawk - and the others would tag along the Hawk's hyperspace trail in fighters. Revan gave thought to their training regimen, as still, they were students, and decided upon cycling in the cadre to their ship one at a time.
He had not found what he originally sought on Korriban, but, Revan would later argue that he found himself on the planet. The blade of Ajunta Pall, the raw materials needed to craft many lightsabers, and the Sithlings were an unexpected boon. A hundred thoughts and more ran through his head as they boarded the Hawk, as they saw Bastila roaming the ship, and froze.
"Be at peace," he asked her, gently, holding his hands up in defence, "they're friendly. And they shall be joining us."
"What?" Bastila stuttered, "these Sith, you… What?"
Shaarda's eyes widened as she saw the Jedi Malak had been hunting after for so long, with such intensity. And she balked as she realised that no one in the Academy had found her, sensed her.
"To keep a story short," Revan cleared his throat, "I have retaken the Academy in my name. I have taken a… Necessary amount of supplies with me to help facilitate our mission. We are ready to leave."
"No," Bastila sighed, running a hand through her hair as Revan ordered the students to disperse; to acclimate themselves with the Hawk. "No, look, R-Revan, I sensed a glimmer of what happened through the Force; and now, you, standing before me, I… I…"
"You're worried that I've changed again," he smiled, "you really do care about me."
Bastila huffed, "as much as a Trandoshan with their timebomb. These… These students, a-and you, I…"
Revan placed a single, gentle hand upon Bastila's shoulder, and let her breath. "Take your time. I am sorry that I took so long, and that you were left alone to stew. I know it must've driven you mad, and I can relay what happened when we are in transit."
"...Despite all reason," she began, quietly, eyes wandering until she landed on him again, "despite Korriban itself, you are calmer than you were before. Agitation no longer impedes your stride. And I am worried, Revan. I am worried that… That this is not a change; simply you resurfacing, one piece at a time. I worry for me, for Mission, Carta, K'Satra, and Zaalbar that you will unleash yourself once more."
It suddenly clicked for Revan, and he couldn't help but feel culpable for her distress. "I understand," he said. "And the feeling is fair, perhaps even warranted. But… It doesn't feel that way to me. It's hard to describe, but…"
"...Try," she pleaded. "So that I can understand. So that… So that maybe, I… I can work with you, without guilt."
"I… I awoke on Taris. Imagine a darkness; death, and in it, you, just… Swimming. Waiting to be eaten, perhaps waiting to be ferried. A cold, that penetrates you and your mind and just doesn't seem to let go. My eyes, and my mind, clouded as… As Diamar paraded about, like an obfuscation of control."
Bastila began to wince as she stared at him directly, as the feeling came to wash over her, as she finally realised what Revan had been put through. She didn't like the sound of it.
"I went to think, to awaken on my own, and… I failed. Every mote of rage I could conjure just fell flat, just hissed and cooled in those chilling waters, and every power of mine faltered. I began to slip. But when…"
He blushed, shaking his head and smiling at her again. "When I saw you, Bastila, the Force… It blinded me. It burned me. It showed me what I failed to do, it showed some… Some thing beyond it; wielding it and… And corrupting it. It was then that I awoke."
"It was me," she mumbled to herself. "My lightsaber, the Force, e-everyone on Taris and their presence-"
"-All dragged me to life," he finished for her. "I died, but… I never truly lost myself. I never slept. It was only as I awoke that I saw what horror I had wrought, what descending into the dark path had brought me. Perhaps it may have worked, and we would continue to live in some strife-ridden militaristic sludge of a galaxy, but…"
"...The cost was too great to you," she finished for him. "Every life you took. Every army you crushed, even under the influence of the dark side of the Force…"
"...There is nothing left to reawaken," his smile turned forlorn. "There is only the path that I can follow, and the thing beyond the Force that must die. This," Revan motioned towards Dreshdae and the Academy, "was just to action that path. Perhaps not in the method you would consider at all, but an actioning, nonetheless."
Finally, finally a laugh from her. A derisive and snorting laugh though. "And… I suppose you'll be telling me all about this method as we travel, as well?"
"Absolutely," he promised, blushing still. "For now all that I ask is that you treat the students and Yuthura as our allies. Our next stop is Tatooine, and it may prove to be a better spot for you to leave, if you so wish."
"I suppose we shall see," Bastila nodded to him, crossing her arms over her chest. "And you have my word, I bear no harm to the students… Thank you, Revan."
He nodded to her, and sighed a final time as they parted, leaving him standing at the boarding ramp of the Hawk, staring to the sky. He closed his eyes, feeling the presence of those all around him; the echoes of an absence in T3-M4, and finally, a cloak. Said cloak was shuffling around their ship, lingering nearby the presences currently entering it, but only observing from afar. The more Revan looked upon it, the more it tried to hide, the more it threw up a baseline of noise in its thoughts.
So he walked to it, opening his eyes to see a woman, fresh from the cantina and reeking of juma. He didn't recognise her; not directly, but that solemn line her full lips drew, her ashen complexion and her shaking eyes told him all he needed to know. She wore a white, long-sleeved undershirt topped by a stunning vest, and a pair of black pants with a blaster affixed to her belt. A tangle of lovely, messy black hair obscured her features, but not greatly enough to hide her expression.
She shook before him.
"I know you," Revan said. A memory came to mind, painfully so, of him ordering the training of Jedi-Hunters to commence. Those who could blind themselves to the Force and break Jedi. She was among their ranks.
"Y-Yeah," the woman stuttered, "I'm sure you do. I'll just be going now, it seems like you're just reeling for some adventure that I'm too beautiful and too busy for-"
"-Halt," he commanded, freezing the fleeing woman in place. "I may not know your name, but I know what you did… You're a civilian now?"
There was a cold, dead pause in the air as the lady's stance went from a carefree, jolly exterior to nothing. Like an animal throwing it's dangerous colours about.
"My name is Attel," she told him. "Attel Rand. And… Yeah, I suppose. My business is no longer in blood, if that's what you're asking. I run things for people who don't want a lot of questions asked."
"Smuggling now, right. You were spying on me," Revan noted. "What for?"
"To see if the rumours flying about the Academy were real. And… Now that they are, I'm confident you've lost your damn mind."
"Comes with the resurrection," Revan laughed. "And speaking of lost minds, do you care to join us?"
"What, you don't have enough clowns for this circus? Oh, wait, I get it - you need someone who can get their hands dirty. No, no thank you, Dark Lord sir, I'd rather stick to my spice and my guns."
Revan smirked. "And dwell on your past? Stay your line in some alcoholic stagnation? Threaten the Academy?"
"Who says I'm a threat?" Attel asked.
"I do. I do, because I know what you did. If you've changed paths then there has to be reason for it; and if that reason boils down to regret, then I can give you purpose, Attel," Revan promised her, standing firm.
She paused, eyeing him dangerously. "That's rich, coming from the guy who asked me to hunt for him."
"Then pay back for the hunt, as I am doing. Pledge your life to a better cause than lining the pockets of Hutts and slavers. Turn your experience as a shadow into a means to better yourself, Attel."
"N-... Hm…"
Revan shook his shoulders. "Or lie here. Pass each day unto the next in unending drudgery, and wallow in your sins, as I would have."
Attel shook her head vigorously, and grunted. "Alright. B-But…"
"...Your past lies between us, only. If you wish it kept secret-"
"-I do," she interrupted.
"Then I'll keep it. You are a smuggler, and your expertise is needed in keeping us under the Sith's radar."
"And so it is… I'm keeping my eye on you, y'know. The students also spoke of the madman who plundered their cute little Sith holes… Does your crew know about that?" she asked him, smirking, smouldering.
"They will," Revan smiled back, eyeing her. "Introduce yourself."
She left him with no further words, and soon it was time for Revan to enter the Hawk proper. The last of their haul had been loaded in, their supplies replenished, and a basic once-over of the ship had been done by Zaalbar and Carta. T3 passed by Revan, and he chuckled at the droid's antics.
"Beep-de-beep, rroooooo…"
"Repairs are mounting, I know. We'll have time to action them once we're docked on Tatooine," Revan acknowledged.
"Beep-zzt?"
"Yes, Tatooine. For a few reasons. Why do you ask?"
T3 hummed. "Zzt-zzt, rrooo."
"Did Janice program you with prejudice against the planet? I mean, yes, in my experience there was a higher propensity for droids to be attacked and scrapped there, but-"
"-Beep-beep-de-beep beep!" it clicked and clacked, indignant.
"Alright, don't worry, I assure you," Revan sighed, "you'll be kept safe here on the ship. Was Mission good company, at least?"
"Beep."
"Good to hear. Carry on and keep up the good work."
"Beep-deep!"
It fired a repair part at Revan before it skated past him, as thanks. He nodded to the droid, shaking his head, and pressed on towards the cockpit, to witness a hugging mother and her daughter. Briefly excusing himself, Carta nodded back to him, before parting with Dusti.
"I'm sorry-"
"-We were just finishing up," said Dusti, before clearing her throat.
"And we've finished the networking between the astromech droids on the cadre's fighters and the Ebon Hawk," Carta advised, sounding proud of herself. "Where are we headed next?"
Revan motioned to the ship's comms, and leant into the microphone. "Though I did not find what I intended, Korriban was… Fruitful. We embark for Tatooine shortly. In it's winding winds and dunes, I now seek crystals, for our lightsabers…"
Revan stopped himself, ruminating. "...Something in the Force draws me to it, as well. Though it may not be the best for raw material, we will use what we can in the Dune Seas to arm ourselves against the coming storm. May the Force be with us."