AN: Good day everyone! I hope everyone is enjoying the summertime. Nothing else to say really. Enjoy!

Shuttle en route to Star Forge

Plagueis rose from his chair as HK dropped the shuttle out of lightspeed. The Star Forge rapidly came into view with the rest of the Tython system. The colossal station was breathtaking in a way. Whoever controlled it had access to potentially limitless power, with a never-ending fleet all but guaranteed to bring total victory. And yet, something continued to peak his interest. If the Star Forge was created by the Ark, then why did the history texts discuss the creation of it on the surface of Rakata Prime during the Infinite Empire? What wasn't Revan telling him?

He understood some of Revan's reservations. But there had to be some level of understanding between allies. While they had their individual agendas, their overall goals remained the same. When Plagueis told Revan he would gladly work with his Jedi Order, he meant it. But the greatest of allies could one day become a man's worst fear for problems as simple as lack of communication.

Regardless, Plagueis needed to begin his work on his own plans; undoubtedly Revan was laying plans for the future Jedi Order. He needed to begin sharing his wealth of knowledge with a student, and eventually a partner. He looked down at Barriss as she sat in the rear of the shuttle. She had been meditating since leaving the Citadel.

The escape from the planet worried Plagueis. He was certain that wouldn't be the end of those soldiers' hunt for them. Especially if they suspected Barriss of being accompanied by Jedi. The possibility of being tracked back to Tython, as minimal as it was, remained a clear and present threat. While Tython's location had been lost to the years, the possibility of someone finding a way existed. Darth Bane had in fact sent his student into the heart of the Jedi archives, and from the contents allowing her find the planet.

And while the Archives had been destroyed, Sidious was no fool, Plagueis had trained him to be far better than that, and he was certain that the new Emperor possessed copies of that original data. Not that the archives would still have the coordinates of Tython but with someone as clever as Sidious in possession of all that ancient data who knows if he could actually make an educated guess of the system's coordinates if he were to suspect his enemies where hiding there.

He looked out the viewport as the shuttle entered the hangar. The low, ambient lighting of the Star Forged provided little illumination. The loading ramp extended as the shuttle touched down. HK shut down the power systems and grabbed his rifle, slinging it over his shoulder as he left the ship.

Barriss opened her eyes, pulling herself out of her trance. She looked around the shuttle, finding only Plagueis standing near the ramp, waiting for her. She spoke as she stood.

"Where are we?"

Plagueis crossed his arms, "The Star Forge. This system is our safe haven for the time being."

Barriss gazed out the MagCon field at the solar system beyond, "You wouldn't hide something like this in the known galaxy. I'm assuming we're in the Unknown Regions? Beyond the Outer Rim?"

"You are partially correct. No, we wouldn't remain in known space. However we are not in the Unknown Regions. We're in the deep core. Tython to be exact."

"Tython? Impossible, the coordinates were lost a long time ago."

"Maybe to us. But Revan memorized the astrogation charts." Plagueis refuted.

Barriss looked into the emptiness of space once more; HK-47 joined the two as they stood there.

"Statement: My master has called a meeting in the Conference room. He requests that you join us, Muun. Addition: The former Jedi will be escorted to her quarters by a team of assault droids."

Plagueis nodded at HK-47 before gesturing for Barriss to follow them out of the Hangar.

Star Forge - Conference Room

Revan stood at the head of the conference table as the others filed into the room. Bringing Spar into the command structure this quickly may have been a foolish move, but Revan needed to demonstrate a level of understanding with the Mandalorian. After all, he remembered how little Carth liked being left out of the loop, and while Carth hadn't been a Mandalorian, he was an intelligent soldier.

Revan smiled back at Zeego when he entered the room but raised an eyebrow at the blue-colored vibro-blade strapped upon his belt. "Huh, that's a nice model," He said. "Where did you get it?"

The nemoidian grinned at the question. "One of the twi'leks from the Kalikori settlement gave it to me after I saved him from a flesh raider on the way back from the old Jedi Temple. It seems that in their isolation from the rest of the galaxy the Kalikori weren't exposed to the updates made in vibro-blade technology and design so while this archaic beauty is relatively new it still looks like from a model from millennia ago. Quite a good souvenir."

"It sure looks similar to the models of my time," Revan recognized. "Anyway, let's get the introductions out of the way so we can begin this conference. Zeego, this is Spar, a clone of Jango Fett and through the inheritance of his template's memories, the de facto heir of the True Mandalorians due to the near-annihilation of the ancient cultural group during the Battle of Galidraan. Spar, Zeego is a smuggler who took me in when I first arrived to this time period and didn't hesitate to join my cause when I let him know who I really was. I hope you two can get along."

The nemoidian shook the mandalorian's hand and smiled. "Nice to meet you."

"Likewise," Spar replied.

The mandalorian looked mildly surprised when he recognized Count Dooku as he entered the conference room. He approached him immediately while the count remained passive yet alert.

"I have to say, I wasn't expecting to see you here but since you are let me tell you that I have no problem with your separatist ideology," Spar said as he nodded his head to him in respect. "I always thought the Republic was hypocritical to the core for not letting systems that are sick and tired of the Senate's corruption leave if they thought it was in their best interest. That's hardly in synch with the principles of liberty they claim to support and using a slave army of clones instead of their own citizens further proves the Republic has degenerated too much and must be reformed; hence why I left the clone army. I always thought your cause had solid foundations so you could say I have come to respect you. And besides," Spar added with a smirk, "anyone that can successfully humiliate Pre Vizla from the trice damned Death Watch in front of his troops deserves a standing ovation. So well done, Count."

Dooku analyzed Spar's words for a few moments before nodding and shaking his hand. "On behalf of the remnants of the Separatist Alliance, your words of support are most appreciated.

Spar nodded and returned to his seat not noticing that Revan had been looking intensely at the exchange as he pondered the implications of Dooku's figurehead status with the average galactic citizen fed up with the Republic in transition to become an empire. His thoughts were cut short, however, when HK entered the room along with Plagueis.

"Statement: Mission accomplished, Master," HK announced.

"Excellent," Revan said as he noticed Dooku startled look when he spotted the legend who trained his own Sith Master. "And yes, Dooku, that is indeed Plagueis himself."

Dooku bowed in respect to the mighty muun. "It's an honor to formally make your acquaintance."

"And I am glad we are finally on the same page," Plagueis said with a nod as he shook his hand. "Well meet, Count."

The two elderly Force users took their seats from the table and looked expectantly at Revan.

"All right," Revan said. "I called this conference to discuss our options in order to decide how best to approach our goals both on the short term and for the long term. So let's bring everyone up to speed on the results of their respective missions so we can start outlining our priorities. Zeego, Dooku could you please share your details about your recon mission to Tython?

"Of course," Zeego began. "When the Count and I arrived on Tython we were greeted by the local natives known as Flesh Raiders. Now yes, they posed a challenge, but thanks to Dooku's powerful command of the Force, they were eliminated. Which brings me to my next point."

The others in the room listened intently as Zeego continued to recite the mission on Tython. He explained the village of Kalikori and its Twi'lek inhabitants, emphasizing how resourceful they seemed for having such limited technological access to the rest of the Galaxy, including the Matriarch's offer of aid should they receive it in turn.

Dooku cleared his throat to speak, "May I add that during my time on the surface, we encountered a pair of twi'leks; a father named Hastan and his daughter named Isael. They were strong in the Force. The father has the makings of a Jedi Guardian within him I believe. The daughter I am not entirely sure but her connection to the Force is certainly above average among Force-sensitives."

Revan nodded, "Potential apprentices, excellent. Have they been trained in any way to harness the Force?"

"Well, from what I gathered the Kalikori Settlement is ruled by a council of elders that were quite successful in their respective professions when they were younger," Dooku began. "Those members change over time depending on merit with one exception: the one that holds the title of Matriarch or Patriarch of the Force at any given time. Based on what I heard, that hereditary position can be traced all the way back to a few years before the Jedi left Tython because a female Twi'lek Jedi that was trained well chose to stay with the Kalikori and married the sole Force-sensitive chieftain of the settlement of the time. Apparently their descendants became the keepers of whatever knowledge of the Force they could remember or figure out on their own so they could train whichever twi'lek was born with the ability to harness the Force; a job they maintain to this day. However, the Father and the daughter also told me that a few centuries ago a Flesh raiding party ambushed the Matriarch of the time and killed her when she was only half-way through the education of her successor and the generations born since have been denied the knowledge of several Force techniques that were lost."

"So to answer your question, I guess Hastan and his daughter could be described as Force adepts," Dooku said after the background information. "They may have a higher than average connection to the Force but they are not diversified when it comes to techniques. Hastan seems to have an affinity with Force sense in order to react against the Flesh raiders better than most of his fellow village protectors while his daughter's innate talent seems to be to use the Force to move objects. Neither is good at the other's talent so it's obvious their education is limited at best."

Revan nodded slowly as he analyzed everything the Count shared. "That will have to be rectified. Now what of the Jedi Temple?"

"The twi'leks have been maintaining the Temple since the Order returned to the Coruscant in case they ever needed to abandon the Settlement," Zeego answered. "Now while inside, we did come across a few things of interest." He set a nerf-leather satchel on the table and reached inside, from the confines he pulled out several lightsabers. "A member from the Kalikori guild that specializes in looking for Jedi relics lead us to a restored temple vault where they keep most of their archeological findings and gave us these lightsabers they found a while ago as a gift. When I told him it was certainly appreciated but asked for a motive behind gift, the twi'lek said and I quote that we could consider it "a sign of good faith from the people of Kalikori and to show our willingness to negotiate a partnership with the leader of your cause", Zeego recited. "At any rate, the twi'lek relic curator said these lightsabers were clearly from long ago, yet much more recent than when the Order was here. He estimated them at around one-thousand years ago."

Plagueis grunted, "They are all that remains of a Jedi strike team who sought out to destroy Darth Bane."

"Darth Bane?" Revan asked.

The Sith legend nodded, "At the end of the Sith Wars, Darth Bane conducted a ritual known as the Thought Bomb, eliminating the Sith as a large army, instead choosing to turn them into a hidden order based on the Rule of Two. A principle which, as I understand it, he learned from your Holocron, Revan." He continued, "Bane travelled to Tython seeking the knowledge required to construct his own Holocron, but he and his apprentice were pursued by a team of five Jedi. Bane and Zannah killed each of them."

"Hmm, did Bane ever leave a record stating where exactly did he found a holocron made by me?" Revan asked the most knowledgeable person in the room about recent Sith history.

"As a matter of fact he did," Plagueis said with a nod. "He found it on Lehon."

Revan's eyes widen. "Ah, now I understand how Bane made such a resilient legacy after reducing Sith population to one. That was the best holocron I made during my reign as Dark Lord back in the Jedi Civil War. I certainly outlined a lot of Force techniques and Sith ritual within it, including the Thought Bomb and I definitely highlighted the importance of training a single worthy apprentice if you aim to be a Sith Master. Did you inherit that old holocron of mine by any chance?"

"I am afraid not," Plagueis replied. "Bane destroyed it after memorizing everything to ensure it wouldn't fall into the hands of rival Sith lords."

Revan nodded in understanding, then looked at the lightsabers resting on the table, "Zeego I'm going to ask that you take those to the Armory when we're finished here, lock them in one of the DNA coded lockboxes."

Zeego nodded in response to his friend.

"And HK, Plagueis? What did you find on Lola Sayu?" Revan asked.

"Recitation: The mission was a success, Master. The former Jedi known as Barriss Offee has been liberated from the Jedi Prison. Addition: However, imperial troops arrived in orbit before we had evacuated. As a result I recommend we do not leave this system for the time being unless it is using the Ebon Hawk, as they are undoubtedly searching for the shuttle model we escaped in."

"Noted." Revan responded. "Next, we need to discuss the situation regarding our newest ally, Spar."

Spar gave Revan a curious look, "What could I offer in all this?"

"As I said before, you are one of the few remaining true Mandalorians. And I guarantee you, with no strong leadership in place, Palpatine will take direct control of Mandalore if he can, your beskar ore is too valuable for him to let it slip through his fingers."

Spar caught onto what he was leading to, "You plan to make me Mandalore, don't you?"

"Yes, we must give the Mandalorian people something to rally behind, a leader to return them to their true ways."

"There are others that would rather be Mandalore. Ask it of them."

"Yes but while there are others, none of them will trust an outsider such as myself. Besides, the name of the True Mandalorians carries a lot of cultural weight in their society. A temporary pacifist government in power isn't enough to shake their long held cultural beliefs to the very core. Parents are bound to have taught the code of the Resol'nare to their children in secret while this Dutchess Satine I have been reading about was in power." Revan said confidently.

"Moreover," He continued, "if my sources aren't wrong, then Jango Fett was only infamous with Jedi sympathizers after he killed several of their number in single combat in Galidraan. Mandalorians on the other hand pretty much adored him after that. If he had actually won the battle I am sure he would have gotten the domestic support he needed to become Mandalore himself. Circumstances prevented that but now that you inherited your template's memories a second chance could be granted; which is why I need it to be you."

Spar stared hard at Revan as he pondered his words for a few moments. "I'll certainly consider it." He promised. "But…if we're to go through with it, there are some others I have to talk with about it."

"Then who?" Revan asked.

"An old training sergeant from Kamino, he raised a lot of the Commandos who made up Republic SpecForce division. His name is Kal Skirata and he's been running a deserter settlement on Mandalore. A place for clones to go to if they ever wanted to leave the army."

"I've heard of him," Dooku interjected, "I also know he has no love for Jedi."

Spar shrugged. "So? Why exactly are the Jedi supposed to be universally loved all the time?"

"Point taken," Revan said with a calming tone. "Now before we start discussing about potential allies to recruit is there anything anyone wants to ask?"

"Well, now that you mention it, how did your mission to Courscant went?" Plagueis asked. "Did you found what you were looking for?"

"Did I found the Jedi from my vision? Yes," Revan confirmed. "Have I figured out yet why exactly did the Force urge me to rescue her out of all Jedi being hunted galaxy-wide? I have a mild suspicion but I had rather not talk about it until I ask her a few questions her DNA results placed in my head. I may be really wrong in my assumptions."

"And if you are not?" Plagueis asked curiously.

Revan remained silent for a few moments as he considered his response. Then he looked at his new Revanachist in the room around him with resolution in his gaze. "Worst case scenario where we take advantage of the fact, we got ourselves a few extra allies even if not that many. Best case scenario? We got ourselves a planet capable of rivaling Courscant."

Now THAT got the undivided attention of everyone in the room.

"That certainly sounds relevant to me," Zeego said impressed. "In that case, should we put this meeting on hold until you know your answer?"

Revan tilted his head as he considered the question. Then he nodded as he stood up. "Might as well. This is information could be crucial when it comes to planning ahead. Feel free to take a break. And Spar, if you intend to contact that friend of yours, be sure to use one of the secure lines from the Star Forge's communication terminal and not to reveal our coordinates."

The others nodded as they watched Revan left the room. He looked at the results in his portable holopad one last time and then he went look for Serra Keto.

AN: A bit short but it turned out to be a wonderful bit of exposition. I hope everyone enjoyed. Keep an eye out for Chapter 17! Until next time,

-CaptainCakeless117