AN: Hey, everyone. I'm back with another chapter of The Legend Reborn. I apologize for not keeping schedule, but personal life has been a little annoying lately. Anyway, back to the story. A lot of people have been annoyed with the fact that I made Anakin stronger than Revan. Anakin does have more Raw Power than Revan, however, Revan is way better than Anakin in 2 aspects of the Force: control and diversity regarding skill in Force techniques. Sure Anakin is stronger but Revan knows a much wider variety of Force techniques and you have to remember that Anakin has still lost battles in his career despite being the strongest so i am sure that if Revan went all out he could at least incapacitate Anakin. So to narrow it down Anakin is stronger but Revan is more skilled. They could be evenly matched in single combat if pushes come to shoves. But, things seem to looking up for Revan now, and we're getting further into the plot.
Aboard the Ebon Hawk
Anonymity, deception. The tools of a master assassin. HK-47 was an expert in these. Revan often praised him for his ruthless efficiency and brutality in his early weeks of creation. His memory core finally contained files of every single kill. A Republic informant, taken down from over 2 miles away with a high powered Systech Sniper Rifle. An Alderaanian dignitary, poisoned by lining his silverware with synox before dinner. A double agent operating in Revan's Empire, taken care of up close and personally with HK-47's built-in vibroknife. And his personal favorite; the incapacitating of a Jedi Knight, followed by electrical torture, and finished with castration and disembowelment. HK still relished his dying screams. But even the thought of them running through his processors couldn't replace the emptiness of not killing a single meatbag in over three millennia. Not only that, but he found that he actually missed his astromech counterpart. He always thought of the day where he would no longer have to argue with that moving cargo cylinder- no- he longed for the day. But now that it had arrived, he missed the small droid.
He turned from the weapon readout console, his photoreceptors analyzing the status of the laser turrets. He did what he could, but that was never good enough for HK. It would have to do until they had more time to take care of it. This ship needed a lot of work. There was always something wrong with it, but he knew his Master could fix it. It was just a matter of taking the time to do so.
Repairs were always T3's job, or the Iridonian's, or both of them. With neither of them here, HK had a feeling this ship would fall apart.
He deactivated the display console, and made his way through the ship, his metallic feet echoing throughout the corridors. He needed to speak with Revan. First he checked the cockpit. Empty. Then the garage. Empty. Then the starboard crew quarters. Empty. Then he tried the port dormitories. There he saw his master sitting cross legged on the floor.
Revan turned his head "What is it, HK?"
"Statement: Master, there is something that has been bothering me for some time."
"Go ahead."
"Hesitant Query: You returned to the Factory alone. Master... where is T3? What became of my counterpart?"
"Dead, HK. He was destroyed. A long time ago."
"Query: Dead?"
"Yes, HK. He was destroyed, by the Sith Emperor. Thousands of years ago."
"Query: Could he be rebuilt?"
"I don't know, HK. He wouldn't be the same."
"Query: What about his memory core, master? Is there a backup copy stored?"
"Wait... HK, you're a genius."
"Statement: Thank you, Master. Not that I need to be told of that."
"Someone's a little arrogant isn't he?"
"Sarcastic Demand: Turn me into slag."
"Gladly."
"Worried statement: Master, I wasn't being serious! Why would you say such a thing?"
"Oh, go shut down for awhile. I'll have a job for you soon."
"Compliant Answer: Very well, Master."
HK was right. They wouldn't always have the time to take care of the ship. He needed T3. And thanks to HK, Revan remembered what T3 had done before they departed for Rekkiad. He made his way to the security console near the cockpit. The ship was on autopilot and everyone else was asleep for awhile.
He scanned through old datalogs that he had made during his quest to find the Star Forge. He remembered T3 had hid it somewhere in there. A datafile containing a copy of his memory core. It took him awhile, but near the beginning of the logs, he spotted the encryption key that T3 could use. Good. It seems that T3 continued to update the file up until he destruction. He inserted his datapad into the receptacle, and transferred the file.
That's the most he could do for now. Bringing T3 back wouldn't be possible until he had more time to himself. As for now, he needed to practice his lightsaber drills. He couldn't go for long without it. He hated doing so, but it was necessary. Not only that, but he couldn't sleep.
He entered the garage and pulled out his lightsaber. The blade casting his immediate surroundings in a faint green glow. He began a series of simple overhand strikes. Changing his form when prudent. He continued his routine until eventually the movements began to blur together, his lightsaber becoming an extension of his will. His body becoming an extension of the Force.
"Impressive style."
Revan turned to see Dooku standing at the far garage entrance. "Come to join me for a few late night drills?"
"If you'll allow it."
"I think I could. But maybe we should go one further. Perhaps a sparring match?"
"I would be up for that, but what do you propose we use as practice sabers?" Dooku stated as he scanned the garage.
Revan displayed his lightsaber. "I'm good enough to spar with this."
"That doesn't sound like a very wise idea."
"Only if you're afraid of losing your leg, or a hand... or your head. But I think it's safe to say we've both been in those kinds of situations before."
'True enough." Dooku unclipped his lightsaber from belt, the red blade providing a contrast to Revan's.
"Your move." stated Revan.
Dooku raised his lightsaber and brought his lightsaber down upon Revan's. Revan countered by spinning to his left and attempting a strike at Dooku's side. Dooku sidestepped, making a diagonal strike at Revan, his lightsaber easily slapped aside. The pair froze for a moment. The ship shuttered as it reentered normal space.
Revan deactivated his lightsaber. "Huh, I thought it was a longer trip."
He didn't wait for a reply before making his way to the cargo hold. He approached HK-47 and reactivated him. "Meet us in the cockpit, HK." Again, Revan didn't wait for a response before making his way to the starboard dormitories where Zeego was sleeping. "Hey, get up. We're at the Ark." Revan returned to the center chamber, and waited for everyone to arrive.
The group slowly flowed into the chamber. First Count Dooku arrived, followed shortly by HK-47, and around half an hour later, Zeego stumbled into the room. Revan approached the Holoprojector and pulled up an image of the Ark. A large circular structure, with six large arms extending off of it. With a spherical item in the middle.
"That, gentlemen- and HK- is the Ark. The first superstructure to be created by the Rakata during their Infinite Empire. This one was most relevant, as it allowed for each following superstructure to be possible. With this, we can finally begin the first step of our plan."
"And how will this help us?" asked Zeego.
"Well, if my suspicions are correct," Revan enhanced the image, the center of the Ark yielding a much larger view. Inside the spherical item was a smaller structure. "Can anyone tell me what that might be?"
Dooku turned to Revan. "A weapon of some kind?"
"You're close. Zeego?"
"A starship?"
"Also very close. HK, if you don't get this one, I may have to dismantle you."
"Statement: That is the Star Forge, Master."
"And we have a winner. HK is correct. My suspicions about the Ark have been confirmed. Some time after the destruction of the Star Forge, the Ark must have registered it's disappearance, and began construction of a replacement. We are going to take the Ark and move it."
"Move it? How?"
"With a really strong tractor beam. No, despite its appearance, the Ark does possess a hyperdrive. How else do you think it was able to transport the Star Forge the first time?"
"Uh... teleporting?"
"Zeego, this isn't a holovid. This is real life. Any other questions?"
"Query: Where will you be transporting the Ark to, Master? The Rakata Prime system is a part of known space."
"That's simple, HK. We're going to Tython."
Dooku rose from his seat, "Impossible. Tython's location has been lost since the end of the Second Galactic War."
"But, I visited Tython before going to the Foundry. I archived its location on my datapad. So, any other questions?"
"How dangerous is this going to be?" Dooku inquired
"Very."
"Chance of death?" Zeego asked
"Of course."
"Well, I suppose we should get to it."
"Alright. But first, HK I have a job for you."
"Excited Query: Shall I kill something for you?"
"Yes, you shall HK." Revan changed the holoprojector to display a human male appearing to be in his late thirties. "This is Lorka Gedyc: the current leader of a Mandalorian extremist group known as the Death Watch. He was last sighted somewhere in the Corellian Sector. I want you to find him, and eliminate him by whatever means necessary. Upon completion of your assignment, you are to search for a Mandalorian by the name of Spar, and bring him to me alive and unharmed. Understood?"
"Declaration: Mission Parameters understood, Master. I shall depart as soon as possible."
"Excellent. Now, if you'll excuse me I'm gonna take the Hawk in for a landing." Revan deactivated the holoprojector and made his way to the cockpit, Zeego followed, while Dooku entered the garage and began his drills. Leaving HK to check the weapon stores in the Cargo Hold.
Revan took the controls and switched to manual control. He slowed the Ebon Hawk, beginning a descent upon the Ark. The massive structure began to grow in size, Revan angled the Hawk toward the center, the artificial terrain coming into distinct identification. He slowed his approach, feeling the gravity taking hold of the Ebon Hawk, pulling it into the artificial atmosphere. He pulled back on the controls, leveling the Hawk out and lowering the Landing gear. A patch of Desert expanding before him, he gently lowered the ship, carefully landing on one of the more level dunes. He lowered the Boarding Ramp, and made his way to the rear of the Ebon Hawk. HK was brandishing his favorite rifle, Zeego with his blaster pistols holstered, and Dooku with his lightsaber in hand.
"Alright, everyone. This should be fairly straightforward, just stay close to me." Revan pulled out both his lightsabers and descended the ramp, the harsh sun beating down on him.
"Remarkable. Truly remarkable. An artificial structure with an atmosphere capable of sustaining life." stated Dooku.
"Life? I don't see anything alive around here, do you?"
"I see you, I see Dooku." remarked Revan.
"True enough." replied Zeego.
The group approached a massive set of doors, flanked by a pair of Rakatan Statues. Revan approached the set of doors, and lowered to his knees. He began the Rakatan ritual that had lowered the barrier to the Temple of Ancients on Lehon. Force Energy began to visualize above Revan, a large beam striking the massive doors. Slowly they began to retract into the rock wall.
Revan rose to his feet and approached as the doors ceased moving. He watched a massive Guardian Droid like the ones that used to protect the Foundry approach them. Revan drew his lightsabers, and leaped high into the air landing atop the droid's flat cranial platform, stabbing his lightsabers deep into the droid's antique plating. The droid shuddered, maneuvering it's mechanized body in an attempt to knock Revan off-balance.
HK holstered his rifle, and charged toward the droid's underbelly. Crouching beneath it, he carved a small incision with his built-in incision probe. He planted a remote charge in the incision. With the droid continuing to focus on Revan, HK carefully moved to a safe distance from the droid giving Revan a slight nod. Revan deactivated his lightsabers and jumped from the droid, landing close to Zeego. HK pressed a remote detonator built into his arm. The droid shattered, pieces of shrapnel propelled by the explosive force.
Zeego watched HK approach the trio. "Well, nice work guys."
"Statement: As efficient as it was, it was not good enough. Declaration: The incision took .7941 seconds longer than it should have. Declaration: I have allowed my skills to diminish."
"You did excellent, HK. It's just going to take some time to reach peak efficiency once again." Revan assured.
"Response: I hope you are correct, Master."
Revan didn't respond. He simply began to make his way toward the entrance. The other three followed in his step. The architecture was quite similar to the designs of the Temple of Ancients on Lehon, and each of the Star Map chambers that Revan came across long ago.
Revan was surprised there was a strange lack of Guardian droids; Revan counted less than a dozen before reaching the central chamber. He approached a side access panel, the heavy Permacrete doors receding into the rock wall. The room beyond was vast, likely taking up a majority of the Mountain's interior. The massive chamber had a single platform running around the room, extending 15 feet from the rock wall. Everything beyond was empty, just the depth likely plunging kilometers below. But from the edge, Revan could see a pair durasteel panels closed together no more than five hundred meters below. He approached the holographic interface, and began entering a series of coded commands. After several minutes, he motioned for the others to step forward.
"I have something I wanted to show you guys." He turned around, they could each hear the sound of the durasteel panels opening. Slowly, the sound diminished, until it vanished completely. Slowly, a large metal structure began to rise. Three large pillars slowly rose above the control center. As the object continued it's ascent, a large sperical center came into view, slowly returning to the pillars extending to the bottom. The Star Forge was rebuilt.
"There she is. The Star Forge. The glory of my former Empire." stated Revan.
"I suspect it will play a role in your plan?" asked Dooku.
"Of course it will. Weapons, Starships, soldiers, funding. We need to consider each of these before we begin the next phase. But now, we have our ships. Everything takes time. As impatient as I am, I will wait as long as it takes to succeed. We will win."
"Just what I was hoping to hear," Zeego said "So what happens next?"
"We take the Star Forge to Tython, then HK-47 will depart for the Corellian Sector, and eliminate Gedyc."
HK-47 remained silent.
"What is it, HK?"
"Statement: Forgive me, Master. I have just received word from from HK-51 units operating in the Obtrexta Sector."
"What do they have to report?"
"Statement: They have detected suspicious actions on the planet Muunilinst. There has been activity in an account holder who was presumed dead more than a decade ago."
"Get on with it, HK. We don't have time for dramatic effect. Who is it?"
"Statement: Hego Damask."
The color began to drain from Count Dooku's face. Revan noticed quickly.
"Dooku, do you know Damask?"
"I never knew him personally, but I was aware of him under another name. Only until after his alleged death."
"Then what did you know him by?" Revan asked impatiently.
"Darth Plagueis."
Revan's expression turned from anxious, to a stern appearance. "Tell me everything you know."
AN: Well, there you have it, everyone. Chapter Seven has finally been completed. Again, I apologize for taking so long, however I feel like it is my best work yet. Once again, I will be taking any suggestions you might have, or what you would like to see in the story and I will get back to you as soon as I can. Until Chapter Eight!
-CaptainCakeless117