AN: Hey guys, it's Captain Cakeless back with another installment of The Legend Reborn. Revan received some interesting information at the end of the last chapter. I just felt like Plagueis needed to survive, his death was less than deserving for someone like him, plus, I felt like it would make the story more interesting.

Aboard the Star Forge, in orbit around the Ark

There is no emotion; there is peace. But Revan knew that wasn't true. He was never the best at following the code anyway. He had shown that throughout his career as a Jedi. Yet somehow he still found comfort in the words, maybe it had to do with all the times Bastila would remind him.

But it hadn't mattered anymore, thanks to the HK-51 units and Dooku, Revan had learned a fair amount of information about one Hego Damask. The Magister of Damask Holdings, one of the leading Banking Clans from Muunilinst. Not only that, but very few also knew him as Darth Plagueis, Lord of the Sith. A bit of information that was either the greatest news Revan could receive, or the most dangerous. His plan was finally beginning to take shape, a plan Revan hadn't fully realized yet. He was improvising, just as always. But regardless, it was time to begin building his army.

The Star Forge would supply them with a fleet, perhaps if things went well with Plagueis, he would have funding, and HK's assignment could bring him one of the most important things. An army. Revan knew what the Mandalorians were capable of, if they were anything like during the war, they would be the most formidable fighting force Revan could assemble. And that was the entire point of HK's mission. Eliminate the Death Watch, they were far too unpredictable for Revan to trust them with anything. That's why he needed Spar, a Clone Soldier for the Republic, who had inherited the memories of Jango Fett, the clone template. According to the classified holonet, Spar had been acting as Bounty Hunter for some time after escaping Kamino, and with the fall of Duchess Satine, and the Civil War that had erupted as a cause, Mandalore would need a leader, one who could restore the Mandalorian people to their former glory. If only Canderous were here.

However Revan was certain he could turn Spar into the leader he needed to be. One who could inspire the Mandalorians to be the soldiers they used to be. The soldiers they needed to be if Revan was going to reshape the galaxy. But the plan was finally in place. Zeego and Dooku would go with the Star Forge to Tython, monitor things there for the time being. Revan still wasn't sure if he could trust the Count, but he knew he could trust Zeego. He was the first person Revan would consider a friend in a long time.

At the same time, HK-47 would be sure to eliminate Lorka Gedyc, and knowing HK-47, he would probably eliminate any Death Watch "meatbags" he came across. Then he would "retrieve" Spar unharmed. Hopefully HK would distinct unharmed from breathing.

All while Revan would investigate the matter of Darth Plageuis. Which, now that Revan thought about it, it probably wasn't the greatest thing to do on his own. But, he had done plenty of idiotic things in his time, there was no reason for him to stop now. Tomorrow, he would travel to Muunilinst, and meet with some HK-51 units.

He approached the transparisteel viewport, watching the stars glow in the distance, millions of light years away. There was a calming feeling about it, relaxing almost, reminding him of a more peaceful time, after the Jedi Civil War. He lowered himself to his knees, his fists cupped together.

"You have forgotten."

Revan snapped his eyes open, the voice seemed familiar to him, yet it was from so long ago. He couldn't put his finger on it.

"You have forgotten me, my old padawan."

"Who are you?" Revan questioned the disembodied voice. Padawan, he had so many masters in his time, the voice of an elderly woman did not help him.

"You know who I am, Revan. I found you as a child. You came to me after those other fools took you, both before the Mandalorian Wars, and after."

"Kreia." Revan remembered, how could he not? This woman was like family to him. She had trained him since he was a child. "Why are you here?"

"To make you remember, Revan. To remind you who you may trust. Remember that you may trust in me, we share a bond that no others will understand. And if you find that you can't trust in me, trust in yourself. Trust in your training. Everything you have done in your life has prepared you for this."

"But tell me, why me?"

"I saw something in you Revan, the day I took you as my padawan. Looking at you was like staring into the heart of the Force. You are power. Know this, my apprentice. Know that there was once a Darth Traya. And that she cast aside that role, was exiled, and found a new purpose. But there must always be a Darth Traya, one that holds the knowledge of betrayal. Who has been betrayed in their heart, and will betray in turn."

"But how will I know, Master?"

"You will understand the truth in time, Revan. However you must be cautious. A critical moment approaches."

"A critical moment approaches, does it? Could you be more cryptic?"

Revan felt her presence vanish, his old teacher, with one last lesson. And now it was over.

Coruscant: Jedi Temple

"Remember the code, my apprentice. It will guide you through your training." Diviesius stated.

"There is no emotion; there is peace. There is no ignorance; there is knowledge. There is no passion; there is serenity. There is no chaos; there is harmony. There is no death; there is the Force. Thank you, Master. I am still learning." the young Zabrak female said to her tall, bearded human master.

"I know, Padawan. And keeping you in this Temple will not help you train to be a full Jedi. You must learn what is outside these walls. And that is why I have petitioned the Council for a mission. Tell me, Sira. What do you know of the Ebon Hawk?" Divesius asked.

"Just that it was the ship used by Revan to stop Darth Malak during the Jedi Civil War, as well as used by the Exile to defeat the Sith Triumvirate during the Dark Wars."

"Yes, but it was also salvaged after the Second Galactic War from Dromund Kaas. And kept in the Jedi Archives as part of a memorial. It has also been stolen." said Divesius.

"Stolen?"

"Yes, taken by a rogue Jedi, according to Madame Jocasta as well as Master Kenobi and Skywalker. We shall find him, and bring him in, alive if we can. Gather your things, Sira. But first, I have something for you." Divesius pulled a small blue object from his pocket. The time has come my padawan, you must construct your lightsaber."

Sira held out her hand and took the crystal, carrying it over to her bedside table and retrieving the other components. A power cell, emitter matrix, and lens fixture. She placed the crystal on the table, and lowered her head in a meditative stance.

The components carefully lifted from the table, as if carried by an invisible hand, circling around each other. The crystal floated between the pieces, the powercell hovering above, the emitter connected with the lens, and drifted towards the powercell, now containing the crystal. The metallic casing locking around the inner workings of the lightsaber. Sira raised her left hand, pulling the lightsaber toward it.

Divesius took a step toward his apprentice. "The crystal is the heart of the blade. The heart is the crystal of the Jedi. The Jedi is the crystal of the Force. The Force is the blade of the heart. All are intertwined: The crystal,The blade,The Jedi. You are one."

"I haven't thanked you for everything you've done for me, Master. Since you found me on Iridonia, I'm sure I've been nothing but a pain. But I just wanted to let you know how much I appreciate everything you've done for me in the last ten years."

"I know, Sira. I will admit, there were times where training you was frustrating, but it has proved to be worth it. The bond that develops between Master and Apprentice is a difficult thing to describe, but ours is strong." Divesius motioned for Sira to give him her lightsaber, she obliged.

He held the hilt away from his padawan, and pressed the activation plate, the azure blade growing to a full three meters. Divesius just as quickly deactivated it. "Excellent, your training is nearly complete. When the time comes, and you are ready, you shall face the Jedi Trials." Sira retrieved the lightsaber from her master.

"Thank you, Master. I'm pleased you think so. If you will excuse me, however. I wish to gather some things for our mission. I sense something important is approaching, something dangerous."

Divesius looked at his apprentice, "I know what you mean, padawan. I feel it too, the darkside is growing, it surrounds this planet. Alright, gather your things, I will return in an hour."

"May the Force be with you, Master." Sira stated, bowing her head as a sign of respect.

"And also with you."

Star Forge: Control Center

Zeego moved his hands across the console, trying to familiarize himself with the Star Forge. He managed to learn how to monitor the production, and activate the Star Forge. Now if only he could just figure out how to shut down the production. He tried entering a series of keys in an attempt to plot it's navicomputer.

Dooku stood up as the alarm began to blare, blast doors sealing.

"Well that's not it." said Zeego as he tried to reverse his mistake. The alarm slowed until silence, the blast doors unlocking. "That's better."

"Maybe you should take a break, let Revan show you how to do it." Dooku suggested.

"Probably right, but if we're going to be stuck on this thing alone for at least a few hours, I'd like to know what I'm doing." Zeego answered.

"Fair enough." Dooku replied.

Zeego deactivated the console. "So, what's your story?"

Dooku gave him a puzzled look, "Story?"

"Yeah, how'd you end up here?"

"It's a very long, dull tale."

"We've got time." Zeego encouraged

"Very well," Dooku relented, "I was a Jedi Master who abandoned the Order and became a Dark Lord of the Sith. I was born into a noble family on the planet Serenno, and the heir to vast wealth and the noble title of Count. I was taken by the Jedi Order as a child and apprenticed to Thame Cerulian. As a Jedi Knight, I took Qui-Gon Jinn as my first Padawan, and later trained Komari Vosa. I became known as a respected instructor in the Jedi Temple and one of the most renowned swordsmen in the galaxy, on par only with Masters Yoda and Mace Windu."

Zeego leaned against the wall, paying close attention to Dooku's words. "And since you became a Sith?"

"I led the CIS in terms of Politics, and was the figurehead of the Seperatists, I've killed more than my share of my former friends, most of which I regret. I served my master faithfully until he sent me after you, and Revan."

"Your master?" Zeego questioned, "You mean Darth Plagueis?"

"No, Darth Plagueis had trained my master, Darth Sidious." Dooku responded.

"And this Darth Sidious, what do you know about him?"

"Information that does not prove useful to us as of yet." Dooku retorted.

"Very well, I won't pry any further."

"And you? What's your story, Zeego?" Dooku asked

"That's only fair. Alright, I was born on Cato Neimoidia, my parents were high ranking dignitaries in Neimoidian politics. I ran away once I came of age, I didn't want to have to live up to my parent's way of and I wasn't into all the political stuff I had to deal with while growing up. Instead, I bought my first ship with some of my parent's fortune, and starting smuggling for some of the more seedier families of the galaxy. Although, there was this one incident a few years back, a job went bad the Jedi came and saved my ass. After a time, I moved to Dantooine, and bought myself a nice little cantina, and a private hangar. I lived out of my ship for a few years, until a Jedi came into my cantina one day. He wanted passage to Coruscant. I agreed to it, eventually I learned of his true identity, and became one of the first from this age to join the Revanchists."

Dooku nodded, "Interesting. I'm surprised your family let you leave so easily."

Zeego let out a slight chuckle, "Are you kidding me, they didn't know until a week or so after I left."

"Really? So they were the kind of parents who were too busy for their children?"

Zeego nodded, "Now you know why I left."

Dooku stood slowly, "Regardless, we have a new duty with the Revanchists. I'm going to go rest for a little bit, good luck with figuring out how to work this place."

Revan entered the turbolift, and scanned the different levels of the Star Forge. There was his personal quarters, the control center, the production level, as well as droid assembly, and the armory. If HK was anywhere, it was in the armory. He entered the command, and the turbolift doors closed. He heard the hum of the Star Forge as the Turbolift descended several kilometers toward the armory.

The elevator slowed to a halt, the turbolift doors opened afterward. HK stood over a workbench, working on his favorite sniper rifle, while two pistols were attached to his mechanical legs, and a blaster rifle strapped to his back, and his knuckle plated vibroblades, and his toxin emitter, and his flamethrower. So much overkill in Revan's opinion.

Revan approached his most trusted droid, "Wow HK. Don't you think you're armed enough without all this extra stuff?"

"Mocking Statement: Fully armed? Master, one can never be armed *enough*."

Revan laughed, "Sometimes I ask myself if I should change some of your personality quirks."

"Worried Declaration: No Master! Please never do or joke about something like that. Do as you wish, but I refuse to allow any modifications to my behavior core."

"Very well, HK. And you can relax, I wouldn't consider it at all." Revan gave HK a quick inspection. His droid was still as menacing as he was the day Revan first activated him. "HK? Tell me about when I added 'meatbag' to your vocabulator again."

HK set down the blaster barrel and the fusion cutter. and focused his red photoreceptors on Revan. "Mocking Query: You never get tired of hearing the story, do you Master?"

"Of course not! It's still as entertaining as when it actually happened." Revan replied with a slight grin.

"Statement: Very well Master. I shall recite it yet again. Recitation: Your pupil once asked me what I thought of him and I informed him of his meatbag status. He was unimpressed, but you found the reference to be humorous."

Revan smiled, shaking his head slightly. "I still find it to be so."

"Continuation: You changed my programming so that I would continue to use the term. It drove your pupil to extreme lengths of frustration."

Revan removed his lightsabers from his belt and set them on the workbench. "I still love the idea of Malak as the original meatbag."

"Observation: Of course you do, Master. I did then as well."

Revan lowered his gaze to the disassembled E-17D sniper rifle on the workbench. He never understood HK's desire to shoot things from long distances. "HK, how do you plan to carry out your mission?"

HK reassembled his sniper rifle, and inserted a fresh power cell. "Explanation: I plan to track the location of the Death Watch's starship. Whether or not if it is in transit will determine the course of my mission. Should the ship be in transit, I may simply blast it out of the sky, however that contains no finesse."

Revan stared puzzled, "Finesse, what do you mean 'finesse'?"

"Explanation: When I kill, or dispatch a target, it is about finesse, function. Doing more with less It is an art of a sort. While I may enjoy it, I don't always choose wanton slaughter. There is no challenge, therefore I gain nothing aside from the enjoyment of terminating a meatbag."

Revan nodded his head, "Interesting. But, back to your plan."

"Continuation: Should the ship be in transit, I shall disable it's communications, and board the ship, and engage my stealth protocols. I would then find and eliminate the target, and escape without notice. If the ship is landed somewhere however, I shall take the opportunity of long range, and dispatch him with a single well placed shot."

"And witnesses?" Revan questioned

"Answer: All witnesses shall be terminated, no one will ever become aware of my presence." HK strapped his sniper rifle to his back, and extended his vibroblades, grinding them against the multi-hone sharpener sparks began to streak through the air around them.

Revan smiled, "Excellent. And Spar?"

"Answer: I shall retrieve the mandalorian unharmed."

"Define unharmed, HK."

"Explanation: Nothing too serious, Master. A few broken bones or punctures, possible loss of a limb.

Revan frowned at his droid, "Bring him unharmed, and when I say unharmed, I mean unconscious, with no bodily damage. Understood?"

"Disappointed Response: Understood, Master."

Revan nodded, and retrieved his lightsabers. "Excellent." He approached the intercom, "Zeego? Lock in a course for Tython, HK and I will be departing shortly. The Star Forge is yours to take care of... and don't scratch the paint."

Zeego's voice echoed through the armory, "No promises."

Revan returned his gaze to HK, "Head to the hangar when you're ready, HK. There should be a shuttle for you."

"Statement: I shall leave shortly, Master." HK retracted his vibroblades back into his arms.

"Alright, HK. I'm leaving now, I'll see you soon."

"Statement: If you are gone for long, I'll come looking for you Master."

"Wouldn't be the first time now, would it?"

"Retort: No Master, it would actually be the seventh time." HK replied.

"Sixth time, HK. That incident on Qiilura doesn't count."

"Statement: Believe what you want, Master."

Revan shook his head, and entered the Turbolift. "Well, time to go meet a Sith Lord."

AN: And so ends Chapter Eight! This one was enjoyable but somewhat annoying to write. Now then, the introductory arc is coming to close, and next we get to see the return of Darth Plagueis. Now then, I am also opening a contest. Revan has chosen to attempt an alliance with the Mandalorians, how might he gain their loyalty? And who else might he recruit for his army? I would also like to thank Forcystus5 for being a tremendous help in both ideas, and agreeing to beta this story. I'm not sure I would have gotten very far without your help.

-CaptainCakeless117