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Prologue
Revan was standing on the bridge of his flagship – the Formidable. Through the viewport, he was observing the battle that he was drawn into by the Republic in the Outer Rim System of Sernpidal. A small fleet, comprised of just five Hammerhead-class cruisers, appeared seemingly out of nowhere. He was taken by surprise by the sudden attack – this system didn't even belong to the Republic, and his forces outnumbered his enemies significantly. The fighters' movements and attacks were chaotic, unorganized and it seemed as if they had no plan in their actions. But still, they were able to deal massive damage to his fleet, and Revan didn't have to think hard about how they managed to do that.
It has been some time since the Jedi Council has decided to bring Bastila Shan and her Battle Meditation into the war. Ever since then, Revan was forced to outdo himself in the terms of tactics, because even with a significantly smaller number of ships, the Republic was capable of not only protecting itself against his Empire but also managed to win a few major battles. Their sudden victories took Revan by surprise, but he quickly managed to adapt to this new situation.
But this attack was something else entirely. Sernpidal wasn't a system that held any strategical value; it was a neutral system, and Revan's fleet was stationed there only to gather the necessary supplies and refuel their ships. They were regrouping after the recent battle, preparing themselves for the invasion on the Core Worlds. However, the Republic's attack had forced them to change their plan.
Behind his mask, Revan's eyes narrowed as he watched as the Republic fighters took down one of his capital ships – the Avenger. He breathed in heavily, observing as the bridge was turned into nothingness in a silent explosion, and the ship hovered in space, disabled and without any means of protecting itself. Revan let out a heavy sigh of relief when he noticed that at least some of the crew of the Avenger managed to flee from the destruction by using the escape pods.
Revan narrowed his eyes again as he turned his gaze to the Leviathan. For a split second, he thought that he could see Malak over the distance that separated them. He shook his head, knowing that it was impossible. But despite that, Revan could clearly feel his apprentice's anger directed at him. Since the fiasco on Telos, they weren't on speaking terms. His best friend, his brother in arms, hated him with all his strength. Ever since Revan removed Malak's jaw, he could sense the Force moving around his apprentice.
And it was moving at that moment as well. The Dark Side was surrounding his best friend in a way it never has, clouding his thoughts and emotions, allowing only for his rage to be felt through the Force. Revan closed his eyes, breathing in heavily once again. Where is HK or Jaq when I need them? He wondered, shaking his head. If only they were with him at that moment, he would be able to send them to the Leviathan to gather some information, but both his droid and his best assassin were MIA. Instead, he focused on his senses, trying to increase his connection to the Force in order to be able to see past the veil of the Dark Side that was covering his apprentice. However, his efforts turned out to be in vain.
Revan's attention was brought back to his surroundings as the Formidable shook silently; the lights went out for a few seconds, only to return again, and his ears were suddenly filled with the sound of the alarm.
"Yes, Admiral Jimas?" Revan asked before the man even managed to say a word. The Dark Lord didn't have to turn around to know that the Admiral was standing right behind him.
"My Lord, the Formidable has been boarded," Jimas reported, bowing slightly. "Three Republic ships have landed in the eastern hangar." Revan turned around from the viewport, directing his full attention at the Admiral.
"What?" he asked. Even with Bastila's Battle Meditation, it was an odd tactic. Never before has the Republic tried to breach the defenses of his ships and land. It can't be a coincidence, Revan said to himself.
"The Republic has sent a small squadron and penetrated our defenses…"
"I've heard you the first time, Jimas," Revan said before the Admiral finished repeating himself. "Do we have the live feed?"
"I'll go and check, my Lord," the Admiral replied, bowing slightly and headed towards one of the terminals that were standing on the bridge. Revan followed him immediately, abandoning his spot in front of the viewport. "The cameras in the hangar have been destroyed during the attack," Jimas reported, working at the terminal. "I'm switching to the live feed in the hall."
Revan leaned over the Admiral's shoulder, focusing his entire attention on the terminal. There was a lot of interference in the signal, most likely caused by the damage that the Formidable has sustained during the battle. After a few seconds, the image became clear; Revan's eyes widened behind his mask when he saw the live feed.
"Admiral Veeltra," he said, breathing in heavily.
"Yes, my Lord?" his Grand Admiral asked.
"Order your men to evacuate," Revan said, not looking at the man. "Go to the western hangar and head to the Proud. Admiral Sommos will be awaiting your arrival." Jimas' face paled visibly when the man heard the command; Revan's words rendered him speechless for a few seconds.
"B… But, my Lord, why?" he asked after regaining full control over his voice. Revan sighed heavily before turning to the person he was speaking with.
"The Jedi are coming here, Jimas," he explained patiently. "I don't know what will be the outcome of this, but they didn't come here for you; they have come here for me, and I don't want any of you to be here when they arrive. So again, leave the bridge and head to the hangar," Revan commanded. He wasn't going to let his men die without a reason. Despite what the Jedi Council would say about him, he wasn't a monster. Of course, he punished his men who showed disobedience, but he wasn't going to sentence those who did nothing wrong to death.
"We will stay and fight, my Lord," Jimas countered, straightening himself; the determination was written all over his face. Revan smiled genuinely at that.
"I appreciate your resolve, Jim, but I cannot allow this," he replied, putting his hand on the man's shoulder. The Grand Admiral glanced at Revan's gloved palm. "You've been serving under me for almost five years now – you're one of the rare who I can call a friend of mine. Which is why I order you to evacuate."
"Friends don't abandon each other in their time of need," the man in his early fifties countered; Revan's smile widened even more, though it went unnoticed due to his mask.
"You're right," the Dark Lord replied. "They don't – they look out for each other, but sometimes, those two things exclude each other. So, once again, I order you and your men to evacuate," Revan repeated. Jimas bit his lower lip and looked down on the floor as if he was thinking about coming up with some kind of response. However, after a minute or so the Grand Admiral looked back at Revan and saluted him wordlessly. Above everything else, he was a soldier; he had learned long ago to obey direct orders. Revan returned the salute.
"When you're safe, order your best Intel Officers to do some digging," Revan said. "This battle and the Republic's presence on this ship isn't a coincidence. Get to the bottom of this, and we'll see each other in no time," he finished. Jimas bowed once again and turned around, repeating the commands he had received to the personnel of the bridge. Revan observed as the crew of the Formidable abandoned their stations reluctantly; in three minutes, he was left alone.
"Revan to Admiral Sommos, do you copy?" he asked after turning on his personal communicator. It didn't take long for the woman on the other side to reply.
"This is Admiral Sommos; I hear you, my Lord," she answered.
"Admiral Veeltra, and his men, will be arriving to the Proud shortly," he informed her. "Make sure to welcome them properly."
"I will, my Lord," she replied; Revan changed the channel in his communicator immediately after that, not bothering himself with giving a response.
"Come here," Revan order via the communicator. The person on the other side said nothing, and the Dark Lord wasn't even waiting for the response. Instead, after a few seconds, the door to the bridge was opened, and five people came inside – two Dark Jedi and three soldiers; Revan turned around to face them. Those Dark Jedi were people he didn't know – they've followed him during the Mandalorian Wars, and they continued to do this after, but he didn't bother himself to get familiar with them.
The three soldiers that came with them were a different story entirely, though; they were his most trusted soldiers in his entire Empire. They've been serving under him faithfully since the first battle of the previous war that he participated in, and never have they betrayed his trust. They were his personal guards and ones of the rare who have seen him without his mask. During the conflict with the Mandalorians, Revan had earned their trust and unbroken loyalty by proving himself to be an excellent tactician and a great warrior. Since then, they've been following him everywhere, obeying his every command, and never questioning his orders, no matter how strange or difficult they would be. My friends, Revan thought, breathing in heavily. He didn't want to risk their lives, but it was a necessity. Rex, Fox, and Wolffe were good men – they have never been loyal to the Republic nor his Sith Empire. They've been loyal to him, and him only. That is why Revan wasn't afraid of any form of betrayal from their side.
"You two stay with me," he ordered the two Dark Jedi. They bowed their heads simultaneously, signalizing that they've understood. "And the three of you will be guarding the main hall that leads to the bridge," he continued, turning his head to look at the three soldiers. "We have a company: the Republic assumed that I can be defeated by a small Jedi team. Your purpose is to weaken them; try to make their arrival as late as possible, but do not kill any of the Jedi. Leave them to me," Revan ordered. And try to harm Bastila, and I will have Korriban's tombs embellished with your entrails, he added in his mind.
"We will, my Lord," Rex answered, and the three of them bowed in front of their leader. They turned around and left the bridge to take their positions. The Dark Lord once again turned around towards the viewport; the only thing he could do at that moment was to wait.
Bastila sighed heavily, leaning against the metal wall of the ship. She was leading her team on the most difficult task ever given during that war – to capture or kill Darth Revan. She cursed in her thoughts as the image appeared in her mind. A memory of her and the present Dark Lord on the plains of Dantooine. They've used to sneak out from the Enclave after the training to relax a bit and to spend some time with each other. They've used to be close friends – she, Revan, Malak, previously known as Alek, and Meetra – the Jedi Exile. Even though she was five years younger, Bastila developed a close relationship with the man she came to capture. It was even fair to say that they were lovers, even though it was forbidden amongst the Jedi. But then, everything started to go downhill; the three of her friends have passed their Jedi Trials; she was proud of them, of course, especially of Revan. After all, no one has ever before passed their Trials at the age of twenty. And then, the Mandalorians have attacked the Republic openly.
Revan was certain that the Jedi Order should have helped the Republic, but the Council said otherwise; they've insisted on waiting. They feared that something greater was lurking in the shadows behind the Mandalorian invasion. They warned the rest of the Order and reasoned with them to wait, but Revan wasn't someone who could have been reasoned with easily. He tried to persuade the Council to give them permission to participate in the war. He was certain that it was his duty to aid the Republic, that he had sworn to protect, but the Council refused. Revan had been torn apart between his oath and his loyalty to the Jedi Order, but he decided to wait.
Until a plea for help came from the Republic; they were desperate – they've been losing on every front line. The Mandalorians were superior in every way. At that point, Revan was tired of waiting. He had gathered a large group of the Jedi Knights who, like he, wanted to go to the war and aid the Republic. Bastila wanted to go as well and follow her friends, but Revan had refused to take her. He didn't want her to fight against the Mandalorians at such a young age, even though he was only five years older than her. But he didn't want to risk her life. So, he, Malak, and Meetra, as well as the other Jedi Knights, went to aid the Republic.
They have been gone for two years. In that time, they haven't appeared on Dantooine, or Coruscant, or any other Republic world for that matter. And even if they did, no one knew about that.
Two years after Revan had joined the Republic forces, news came to the Capital of the Republic. In the final battle in the skies of Malachor V, Mandalore the Ultimate – the leader of the Mandalorians – had been defeated, and the Republic had secured the final victory. Bastila, like others, was waiting patiently for Revan's return, but return he did not.
A year had passed since the battle on Malachor V when the first news of Revan have reached the Republic. But they weren't good news. The leader of the Republic forces during the Mandalorian Wars had come back with an enormous armada, and he started his own war against the very Republic that he had sworn to protect. No one knew where he had managed to gather such a fleet, and no one was able to stand against him; he was a tactical genius. No one could best him in battle – he conquered world after world, even though the Republic has managed to secure a few victories, though they weren't very important. From a savior, he became a conqueror.
The Jedi were desperate. They didn't know what to do or how to stand against the threat in form of Revan, currently known as Darth Revan. Another year has passed, and the Dark Lord of the Sith seemed to be invincible. The Council's debate on what to do has resulted in Bastila being on the mission she was right now. She was leading a small group of the Jedi Knights, and their purpose was clear – capture or kill Darth Revan. The Council has promised that if she succeeded, she would be promoted into a Jedi Knight.
"Bastila!" A sudden yell has brought her back to reality. She had drifted off into her mind and her memories about the past. "We got to go! We're near the bridge!" one of the Jedi told her. She nodded slightly and pushed herself off of the wall she was leaning against, continuing her way down the corridor. On their path, they have encountered a few Dark Jedi, and a few soldiers, though they weren't challenging opponents. They were almost there.
In a blink of an eye, Bastila's team has found itself under a heavy fire that came from the place they were heading to. Three Sith soldiers, dressed in armor that resembled the one used by the Mandalorians, were firing at them. Their uniforms didn't look like the ones used by the common soldiers, nor by the elites. To top it off, their armors had color marks – blue, red, and grey. The young Jedi Padawan was certain that their presence was… familiar, but she couldn't remember why. And, at that moment, Bastila had to focus on not being shot.
"For the Republic!" one of the soldiers who were with them shouted and rushed in the direction where their enemy was. Few others followed him, and now, they were engaged in melee combat against the three odd-looking Sith soldiers. Their enemies have turned out to be much better than them. They were wielding some upgraded versions of the vibroblades, but still, they weren't wielding the lightsabers. The warriors' combat style was also something that was catching the attention. Bastila had seen the Jedi Knights who were less skilled in the terms of physical combat, and still, they were being called 'masters' when it came to the lightsaber forms. It didn't take her more than just a few seconds to realize that the Republic soldiers didn't stand a chance against their enemies. However, they have created an opening for Bastila and the other Jedi. The Sith assault has been stopped, and the young Padawan did not doubt that it could have been their only chance of moving forward. She pushed herself off of the wall she was using as a cover and ignited her lightsaber. The other Jedi followed her lead and rushed to aid the Republic soldiers who were trying to stand against the Sith warriors.
The soldier who was the first one to attack was already lying dead on the floor, slain by the Sith warrior with red marks on his armor. Bastila wasn't wasting time in attacking the opponent, bringing her lightsaber high above her head. She put all of her strength into that attack, hoping to surprise her enemy, but his reflexes were quicker. The warrior managed to raise his weapon defensively, blocking Bastila's attack. Her own strength was deflected back at her, and she stumbled a few steps backward. She was now on the defensive side, blocking her opponent's attacks, occasionally dealing her own blows. She wasn't an expert when it came to combat, but she quickly noticed that something was odd. She saw her opponent fight against the Republic soldiers, dealing with them almost instantly. She wasn't stupid – she knew that her enemy was both faster and stronger than her, and yet, he wasn't using it to his advantage. She instantly realized that he was only playing with her, trying to tire her as much as possible.
Bastila turned off her lightsaber and jumped aside, surprising her opponent. The Sith warrior lost balance and stumbled forward. She used it to her advantage and managed to kick him right on the head, knocking away his helmet. She blinked a few times when she saw the face of her enemy.
"Fox," she whispered. The man smirked humorlessly. Bastila noticed that his two companions were also defeated but not killed. The remaining Republic soldiers were waiting for permission to execute them.
"Hello, Princess," Fox replied, using the nickname that Revan used years ago. Bastila felt her breath being stolen away from her lungs. She remembered the exact moment when the Dark Lord of the Sith has called her like that. And if that was Fox, then the other two had to be Rex and Wolffe. "He's waiting for you, you know?" he added, still lying on the ground. Bastila's lightsaber was pointed at his neck, threatening to kill him if he tried to do anything stupid. "That's why you're still alive. He wants to see you."
"Don't kill them!" Bastila ordered, trying to ignore the man's words, though it proved to be difficult.
"Why?" one of the soldiers asked. "They're nobody – just regular Sith scum," he added, spitting at the man that Bastila identified as Rex.
"They're Revan's most trusted soldiers," Bastila countered. "They can have information that can prove to be useful. It would be wise to take them and interrogate them."
"Bastila's right," her master – Vrook Lamar – backed her up. "Handcuff them and take them away," he ordered.
The remaining Republic soldiers were reluctant to do so. But they have obeyed the Jedi's orders nonetheless. After all, they were in direct command of that mission. Bastila didn't fail to notice a small smirk on Fox's face when the three men were being taken away.
She turned towards the door that was leading to the bridge. If she focused enough, Bastila could almost feel Revan on the other side, waiting for them patiently, just as Fox told her. The other Jedi were standing right next to her, as well as the last remaining Republic soldier. The others left to escort their prisoner. All of them seemed to hesitate to step through that final door. They were so close to fulfilling their mission, and yet, they were so far. The young Padawan didn't know what she was going to meet on the other side of the door, but certainly, she wasn't nearly ready for that. There is no emotion. There is peace, Bastila tried to calm herself down by reciting the Code. She took a deep breath and opened the door. Now or never, she thought before entering the bridge.
Revan was still standing in front of the viewport, staring through it. The battle was lost. There was no point in denying that. His Sith fleet was in ruins; more and more Republic fighters started to break through their defenses, and the Jedi were almost on the bridge. He could sense them. However, he didn't panic, nor wasn't he stressed; he was relaxed, and he knew exactly why. Bastila, he thought, allowing her name to pass his mind. Her presence has always managed to calm him down. They were there, on the bridge.
The door opened with a hiss, but Revan didn't care. Something intrigued him – he didn't sense through the Force the death of his soldiers. The Jedi value all life, he remembered, and smirked beneath his mask. He was well familiar with that particular line of the Code. And thanks to that, he was almost certain that he would survive what was going to happen.
His Dark Jedi were killed quickly. They weren't great duelists, and the Jedi strike team was standing right behind him, barely a few meters away. However, he didn't bother himself to acknowledge their presence; he was still staring through the viewport with his arms crossed behind his back, covered by his cape. But the Republic soldier wasn't able to hold it anymore; he ran towards the Dark Lord, shouting some nonsense that Revan didn't even try to understand. Without turning around or even moving his arms, he caught the man with the Force, choking him slowly. The soldier was raised high into the air, struggling to breathe, but, after a few seconds, he fell down on the floor, dead. It was at that moment that Revan finally decided to turn around to face the Jedi team that was with him on the bridge.
Ahead of them was she – Bastila. Revan had to admit that he was taken aback by her appearance. He knew that she was coming for him, but he wasn't prepared to meet her after almost five years.
This time was good for her, that was sure. She had become more beautiful than she was before if that was even possible. She had developed womanly curves that were highlighted by her formfitting outfit. Her brown hair was tied up in two pigtails with two strands hanging loosely around her face. Her full lips were still fiercely red – something he came to adore in the last months they have spent together before the Mandalorian Wars. Her skin was a little tanned, more than it used to be previously. And her eyes, her grey eyes, didn't hold a flicker of happiness that used to be there each time she saw him, and Revan was well aware what was the reason for that. His chest tightened, and a lump appeared in his throat; it was because of him because he had betrayed her when he had attacked the Republic. The Dark Lord blinked a few times to get rid of the tears that have appeared in the corners of his eyes.
"I must admit that I'm surprised that you didn't kill my soldiers," Revan greeted them. "I would have been very… displeased if they were dead," he added.
"Your reign of terror ends today, Revan," Vrook replied, ignoring his comment. Revan rolled his eyes. The old Jedi Master was someone that he most certainly didn't miss.
"Of course," he commented sarcastically. He turned his eyes to Bastila. "Hello, Bastila," he said with a soft voice; he didn't have to fake it. "I wish our reunion could have happened in more pleasant circumstances, my dear. But, Nevertheless, I'm glad to see you again."
"I don't share your pleasure, Revan," she replied with a cold tone. Revan sighed quietly after hearing her words. There was no trace of happiness in them, just as in her eyes. He saw her igniting her yellow lightsaber. He sighed heavily again, unclipping his own blade.
"Pity," he replied. "I have thought that after all these years we haven't seen each other, you would be happy to see me again. It saddens me to know that I was mistaken," he said with something that was coming dangerously close to desperation in his voice. "Very well. I will do what I must to protect myself," he added, igniting his crimson red lightsaber. His second blade, the purple one, was waiting patiently, clipped to his belt.
"It's your fault we meet like this, Revan," Bastila countered.
"Save yourself the effort, Revan," Vrook spoke again. "Bastila won't be seduced by the Dark Side."
"You have no idea how happy I am to hear to hear that, Vrook," Revan replied calmly, defensively raising his lightsaber. The other Jedi have ignited their own lightsabers as well. The bridge of the Formidable was filled with red, yellow, blue, and green lights as the combat was about to begin. The Jedi approached Revan carefully.
"You cannot win, Revan," Bastila said with determination. It didn't escape Revan's attention how hatefully she has pronounced his name. They were no more than just a few meters away from him. The Dark Lord positioned his lightsaber parallel to his arm in a defensive stance. His opponents were preparing to advance on him. It was at that moment that the Force swirled violently around his apprentice. Malak, he thought hatefully.
Revan was almost ashamed to admit that he has almost forgotten about his apprentice. In a blink of an eye, Revan sent a powerful Force Wave in the direction of the Jedi, simultaneously raising his other hand in the opposite direction. If he was going to die, he wouldn't allow Malak to kill Bastila as well. He just couldn't permit that. The Jedi didn't predict his actions and didn't defend themselves from his attack. They were flying backward, though it wasn't a strong push that was supposed to knock them out. Acting as fast as he could, Revan turned towards the viewport, attempting to stop the oncoming assault with the Force. However, he was too late.
The blaster fire from the Leviathan hit his ship, making contact with the bridge. Due to the strength of the explosion, Revan was sent flying deeper into the room. All things considered, it saved his life. The attack has broken the viewport's glass, and, before the emergency shields were lowered, the vacuum of space began to suck out everything loose from the bridge. Revan, and most of the Jedi strike team, managed to catch onto something before being pulled out into space. Two of the Jedi weren't so lucky, though. They flew through the viewport before the emergency shields were lowered, and died instantly once they found themselves outside the ship.
Revan felt his hand slipping from the stem of a computer terminal that he caught in order to save his life. Unfortunately, due to being so close to the explosion, his strength was failing him. His fingers were finally forced to let go of his support, and he was sent flying towards the viewport; the emergency shields were already being lowered.
Revan caught a glimpse of Bastila watching him fly into certain death. He must have admitted that he was grateful that it was happening at that moment. In that short time, he saw that her hatred towards him was only a mask. If it was genuine, she wouldn't be as terrified as she was. After all, she still had some feelings towards him.
But before he was sucked out by the vacuum of space, the emergency shields were lowered fully, allowing for the artificial gravity to take control over the bridge once again, causing Revan to fall to the floor. It happened too fast for him to react, and he fell down on the ground with full strength. And in the exact moment when he made contact with the metal floor, a total blackness surrounded him.
Before Bastila could realize what was happening, it was all over. And when the lights were turned on again, Bastila noticed Revan's unmoving body, lying on the floor, right next to the viewport.
The young Padawan lifted herself up with a small groan escaping her lips – the result of Revan pushing them all away. She practically ran towards the Dark Lord of the Sith and knelt right next to him. Even despite the dim light of the bridge, Bastila quickly noticed a pool of blood forming around Revan's head. It was growing larger and larger with every second. She checked the pulse on his neck. It was weak, very weak, but, nonetheless, it was there, though it was fading away quickly. They had to get him out of there if they wanted to take him alive. However, she had to see one thing.
The young Padawan carefully unclipped Revan's mask from his face and lifted it up. She gasped when she saw what was hidden beneath it.
Many of the Jedi Masters have said that Revan, Darth Revan, would look like an abomination, a monster. But the reality couldn't have been more different. He still was the same handsome man she remembered from her younger years. His skin was a little pale, but she assumed that it was due to the lack of sunlight. He wasn't deadly pale as the other users of the Dark Side were. He had a small scar running across his eye – a souvenir from the Mandalorian Wars. His eyes were closed in half, allowing for Bastila to see their color. She didn't see any trace of the hateful gold in them, as the other Sith had. She saw the same green eyes that she has often caught herself staring into. She even noticed the remnants of tears on his cheeks. That was something she most certainly wasn't expecting to see. Him? Crying? And his hair was still pretty much the same – long, black, falling on his shoulders, but it was a natural color, not the effect of falling to the Dark Side. To sum it up, he looked exactly the same as he used to when they've last met, maybe only a little older. She noticed a small trail of unshaved beard covering his features. But, other than that, he was the same Revan that she fell in love with so long ago.
"Bastila," we've got to go," Vrook reminded her, shaking her shoulder. Bastila shook herself to get rid of the painful thoughts and the tears that were forming in the corners of her eyes. She stood up, still holding Revan's mask tightly in her hands. She nodded her head, agreeing with her master. The two other Jedi Knights who accompanied them lifted up Revan's unmoving body, and the strike team left the bridge, heading towards the hangar.
"My Lord? The bridge of the Formidable has been obliterated. Our scanners haven't picked up any traces of life," Admiral Karath reported. Malak almost smirked, but his lack of the lower jaw didn't allow him to do so. Instead, he started laughing madly. Cold, metallic laughter that caused everyone on the bridge of the Leviathan to shiver.
"Very well, Admiral. Sent the execution squad to the Proud and deal with Revan's men. After that, set the course to the Rakata System and jump into Hyperspace," he ordered.
"Yes, my Lord," Karath saluted. In a dozen or so minutes, the Sith forces were gone, leaving the Republic's ships, as well as the Formidable, or rather its wreckage, orbiting the planet below.
