AN: Good day everyone! Sorry for the delay, between the holidays, and just busy schedules, and various things coming up, this one took a little longer. But, we have added a third writer to our team, and we are happy to have him along. Please, everyone give a welcome hand to Commisar Admiral Kordoshky as he joins us in bringing you Revan's tale! Enjoy the chapter!

Mandalore's Surface – Royal Palace

Zeego and the others stepped into the conference chamber, the rest of the flight back to Mandalore had been a particularly silent one, aside from HK-47 and Fi arguing over what the best type of sniper rifle was in a jungle environment. He was a little surprised that they could find a possible talking point, but he should have expected that if there were any cultures that HK-47 could get along with, it would be the Mandalorians.

Mandalore was already standing at the head of the table with two mandalorians. The older man was dressed sand gold armor with a face covered with creases and short-cropped gray hair while the other was a much younger man with dark hair and a well-trimmed beard dressed in green armor. Zeego focused on the lightsaber hanging on his belt. Before Zeego could address Mandalore, Omega Squad members rushed past him, embracing the two newcomers. Zeego quickly put together that they were was Kal Skirata and another of his sons based on what he had learned from the Nulls.

"Niner, Darman welcome home, lads." He said with a shaky voice, "Don't you dare think about running off again like that any time soon!"

"I'm sorry, buir. Where's Kad?" Darman asked impatiently.

"He's resting at Kyrimorut. Once we're done here we'll hurry home. Bardan has been teaching him some stuff." Kal said smiling at the others. Mandalore took his mask off and stepped into the group before they could continue their conversation.

"Sorry to interrupt the reunion, Kal. But we should get back to the task at hand," he nodded to Zeego and HK. "This is Zeego Vimrk and HK-47. Zeego, HK? This is Kal Skirata and his son Bardan." Kal stepped forward and shook Zeego's hand.

"I never thought I'd say this to an outsider, let alone a Neimoidian. But, thank you for bringing my boys home."

Zeego smiled, "You're welcome, Kal. But I can't take all the credit. I was just the driver. Your boys handled the hard stuff."

"Still, Ordo told me about the maneuver you used to get them on planet. That was some clever thinking. Tell me, did you come up with it? Or did Revan?"

Zeego blinked, casting a glance at Ordo, "Well, I guess the nerf is out of the sack. I should have expected he contacted you about it." He wanted to say something but he knew that in a room of nearly a dozen mandalorians, HK-47 might not be enough to protect him.

"Don't worry, Zeego. I already told Kal about Revan when we requested his aid a few weeks before I found the Mask," Mandalore said. "Although he didn't believe me at first, and clearly Ordo didn't either but I'm glad we're all on the same page now." Zeego nodded at the Resurrector, refusing to question the leader's decisions, although he did wonder when the best time to bring up Yana-De would be. Zeego had asked her to wait outside the room until they could devote their attention to her.

"So, what happens now?" Zeego asked.

"Now, I keep my part of the deal. I've spoken to Jedi Master Altis, he and his surviving Altisian Jedi are hiding in the Seswenna sector of the Outer Rim. I told him to wait there until he received word from your order."

Zeego grunted in response. Dooku had only summarized the Altisian Jedi for him once, but from what he remembered, they were a more radical splinter group of the Jedi led by Master Djinn Altis who allowed masters to train more than one Padawan at a time and to have families. They were probably the most likely to make a smooth transition into Revan's order.

Ordo pulled the relic from his belt before approaching Mandalore, "That's not all though. We have something for you, Mand'alor."

Mandalore's eyes went wide as he took the ancient hilt in his hands, "Where did you find this?"

"We picked up a potential ally while we were on Coruscant," Zeego explained. "She gave that to us as a token of good faith. What is it anyway?"

Mandalore took a step back before pressing the ignition plate, "This is the Darksaber," he began. "A symbol of the leader of House Vizsla, and later, the organization known as Death Watch."

"I didn't know the Mandalorians created a type of lightsaber." Zeego stated, his eyes following the black energy blade.

"We didn't," Kal interjected, with a tone of surprise in his voice as he stared at the relic. "This was one of a kind. Legend says it was created over a thousand years ago by Tarre Vizsla, the first Mandalorian to be inducted into the Jedi Order. After his passing, the Jedi kept the saber in their temple. At least until members of Clan Vizsla snuck into the temple and liberated it. They used the saber to unify Mandalore and strike down their enemies. At one time, they ruled all of Mandalore with it."

"This saber is a very important symbol for House Vizsla and respected by the other Clans, especially by the ones most closely tied to the Vizsla's, like Clan Wren and Clan Gedyc." Mandalore commented. "And it could be remarkably useful leverage to keep their most troublesome members in line until our political situation is more stabilized." He looked at Zeego with a curious expression. "Who do I have to thank for returning this priceless piece of Mandalorian heritage and for making my job easier?"

Zeego tilted his head in the direction of the doors and the head of state signaled his guards to let the visitor enter. When the female alien entered, she removed the hood over her head for security reasons, which made the ones gathered there react with curiosity to her appearance, as they had never met a member of her species before. Out of the corner of his eye, the Neimoidian noted an increasing amount of interest in the expression of the lightsaber wielder he saw earlier besides the leader of the planet. He wondered if he was a representative of the Altisian Jedi aside from Skirata's adopted son but his thoughts were cut short when the Voss visitor started addressing her host in the local language.

"Bic's an ijaat at urcir gar, Mand'alor, ner gai cuyir Yana-de."

The eyes of those present widened somewhat and the sovereign leader smiled as he moved to give her a handshake.

"Your pronunciation is excellent," He noted with an approving nod. "But if you don't mind, I would prefer to switch this conversation to Basic so that my other visitors don't feel left out."

The woman gave him a sheepish grin. "No problem at all, to be honest I only started learning Mandalorian a last week so it's probably for the best."

The Mandalore chuckled. "I appreciate the effort nonetheless. At any rate, I have to thank you; you have quite a good taste in gifts."

"You are most welcome, Mandalore."

After inviting her to sit down, everyone turned their undivided attention to the off-worlder and Yana-De took that as her cue to speak. She began by telling them a brief background of her species like she did with Zeego and the others back in the Ebon Hawk and summarized the events that lead to her presence in the meeting, such as her visions about Revan.

"…then I gave Ordo the valuable Darksaber as a gesture of good faith and they finally agreed not to throw me out the airlock and arrange a meeting."

"I see," the head of state said after a pondering pause. "Well, you have my thanks for helping my people escape the Imperial Capital. But tell me, what message do you have that is so important you went through such lengths to get here?"

The Mystic took a deep breath as she gathered her thoughts. "In some ways, my Benefactor has a lot in common with you, Mandalore," She began. "He is not currently the sovereign of his planet but he has held the position in the past and, as things stand, if he backs a candidate as a successor to the throne a large percentage of our society and the noble houses would accept said candidate as the one with the most legitimacy."

"However," she went on, "There has been some…internal strife…in our political arena these last couple decades. Nothing particularly well known to off-worlders, mind you, but the tension between the major houses has been there. And it is for this reason that our world became one of the few major planets that decided to stay as neutral as we could be during the Clone Wars: we were afraid our world would be plunged into a civil war with one faction backed by the Separatist Alliance and another faction supported by the Republic. And while our nobles may have been more open to power plays in the near past, we ended up agreeing that the sheer damage of such a potential conflict would far outweigh the benefits it could bring the winning side, even with foreign backing."

"Hmph," The leader of the system grunted as he analyzed what the Voss said, "I must say, that's the most valid excuse I have heard when it comes to a planet deciding to sit out the Clone Wars. But are you are not really answering my question, you know."

"Apologies," Yana-De said quickly. "I just wanted to give you some background of the situation first. But to answer your question, the short version would be that one of Revan's companions could be the key to a great alliance between Revan's anti-imperial cause, my Benefactor's world and, should you wish it, Mandalore as well."

That statement was followed by a deep and pondering silence in the conference room as every Mandalorian and off-worlder, organic or otherwise, carefully considered her words. Suddenly, Mandalore straightened even more in his chair and looked at her with a stern gaze.

"An alliance with a major power in its own region of the galaxy could be very beneficial," He acknowledged. "Especially considering I may need more bargaining power in the fast approaching negotiations with the Empire. But even in this age of empires and more interconnections between planets, I am very interested in preserving as much as I can of Mandalore's autonomy. So, be sure your Benefactor is aware of that when you contact him again."

The Voss Mystic paused for a moment before nodding her head. "I will certainly make that clear."

"Good, now tell me the names of your Benefactor and his planet," He ordered.

Yana-De took a deep breath, then addressed her audience. "My benefactor is the most powerful Duke in the Empress Teta System. His name is Vrael Keto and he is also the most senior descendant of the founder of the Teta-Keto Dynasty; of which our solar system is named after."

Mandalore's eyes widened in surprise. "You are offering an alliance between Mandalore and the most powerful world in the Deep Core? One of the few regional powers in the whole Galaxy that could compete with Coruscant in terms of influence, industrial capacity, exports and projection of force in the Pre-Clone Wars era?"

"The one and only," The Voss confirmed with a smile.

The Mandalorians in the room exchanged glances at the magnitude of the implications, then returned their complete attention to the emissary.

"All right, my interest has most certainly peaked," The head of state declared. "What does the duke want?"

"Well for starters, he wants to meet with Lord Revan and his long lost relative that he rescued from the Jedi Purge, Serra Keto herself," The Mystic declared. "But mainly? He wants to use his considerable influence to install Serra on the throne," She explained much to Zeego's surprise.

"Oh," The Neimodian interrupted as he put two and two together. "So, that's what Revan meant at that other meeting when he was talking about gaining a powerful planetary ally that could rival Coruscant."

Yana-De tilted her head to look at him. "So, Lord Revan is already aware of Serra's enormous significance?"

"Based on what you have said and what I remember from his vague comments on the topic, yeah, I think so," Zeego confirmed.

"Splendid," The Mystic said in a low voice. "That may accelerate the duke's plan."

"So, let me see if I got this straight," The sovereign said as he stared at the Voss visitor. "You want to find a way to convince this long-lost Keto to return to the Deep Core and rule its defacto capital system as its queen. After which point, she would be able to make a formal alliance with Mandalore, is that correct?"

"For the most part, yes," She replied. "There is however one important condition Lord Revan would have to accept but I would prefer not to mention that until he hears it first and from my benefactor at that."

"Well, is there any more information you would be allowed to share?" He pressed.

The female alien stayed silent for a moment then looked at Skirata. "Duke Keto also bankrolls an off-the-books facility full of medics and scientists that have been making a lot of innovative progresses when it comes to easing the negative effects of aging, to put it mildly. We hadn't quite tested our newfound success with clones that age faster than normal due to genetic engineering, like the Kamino clones, but based on what I have seen of their work, I am sure they could at the very least buy your adopted children a couple more decades of life than they would have otherwise."

The room fell completely silent at that. Skirata looked especially shocked at the sudden comment and soon approached the mystic. "Are you serious? You could help my boys defeat that kriffing condition those soulless Kaminoans designed in their genes?"

"Well, maybe not completely but yes, they could certainly extend their lifespan considerably," Yana-De confirmed. "Let's just say for now that Duke Keto has a bit of a pathological fear of death and so he finds their research and technological progress on the area to be money well spent."

The leader of the planet frowned a bit at that as he considered her words, his hands scratching his chin. Looking at Zeego for a moment, he nodded. "Very well then, you may use the most secure terminal on this planet to contact your Duke and tell him that we will take him to Revan. As it happens, we have a secret base in the Deep Core so he wouldn't be too far out as soon as we decide to meet him. Having said that, Revan and Serra are currently taking care of some business in the Outer Rim so he may have to wait a day or two."

"That's acceptable," The red skinned humanoid responded as she gave the head of state a brief bow. "I can't thank you enough for listening to what I had to say."

The Mandalore, once known as Spar, grinned. "Well, you made a very interesting case. It was a pleasure to meet you."

And with that, a couple of guards accompanied her to the communication's center. The leader of the system crossed his arms as he pondered the information he learned in the meeting. Then he looked at Zeego. "You'll have to wait here until we receive word that Revan is done with his little mission to Dathomir. That way you can take Yana-De back to her boss before meeting back at the secret base. Until then, you are welcomed guest here in Mandalore, Zeego Vmirk."

That was apparently Skirata's cue to pat him on the shoulder and offer him food back at Kyrimorut. Darman brightened at the comment immediately as that meant he would be seeing his son soon. The Neimoidian smiled at that and told them to lead the way.

Hyperspace - En route to Dathomir

Serra Keto saw Dooku return from the restroom again, the awkwardness of the situation returned to her mind. Still, she motioned towards him and offered the elderly man a glass of water. Dooku frowned somewhat at the olive branch but he shrugged after a moment of consideration and sat across from her. As soon as the Count quenched his thirst, he stared pointily at her.

"So, what's on your mind?" He asked her as he placed his glass down.

"Well," Serra said with some hesitation, "strange as it may sound, I have been wondering how are you doing. Learning that Qui-Gon is still around, in a manner of speaking, must have left an impression."

The former Head of the Confederate Senate sighed deeply. "You are not wrong. One of the multiple factors that pushed me to the Dark side was the death of my best Padawan on Naboo after that puppet of a chancellor, Valorum, illegally commanded the Council to send a Jedi team to try and resolve the crisis with the masters accepting. To learn that Qui-Gon may have been able to closely watch my actions in the Clone Wars…well…I wouldn't blame my former pupil if he gave up on me and yet he asked Revan to tell me that he will always be at my side one way or another."

Serra nodded slowly as he trailed off. "That must have given you…mixed feelings, to say the least.

Dooku shrugged. "For sure. But what's done is done. I will just have to move forward and try not to disappoint him much more."

"Hmm," Serra muttered, "now that's one Jedi teaching I never quite agreed with."

The count looked at the knight curiously. "You mean not dwelling in the past?"

"You could say that," Serra admitted. "Mostly because I have come to believe that what's done is never done; simply because we are what our actions have made of us and as a result, our past can influence our mindset in the present, even if just subconsciously."

The former Sith Lord raised an eyebrow at that. "That's an interesting way of looking at things, though not one I would have expected from someone raised at the temple."

Serra smiled wryly. "One of my first solo missions as a Jedi Knight involved protecting the democratically elected leader of a world called Lothal from a greedy mining cartel and as it happens, he was a psychologist before winning the election. We had a lot of enlightening conversations that made enough sense for me to request the Jedi Council for us to have psychologists we could trust on the temple so that we Jedi could deal with our own private problems," She said with a growing frown. "And now that I think about it, maybe Skywalker would have benefited from such sessions. The traitor clearly had abandonment issues for some reason."

Dooku eyed Serra with outmost attention before nodded. "I don't disagree and I have to say, that one of the best reformative suggestions I have heard that the council clearly turned down," He said before pausing to frown deeply. "Who knows? Perhaps even I could have benefited from such program."

Serra tilted her head as she looked at the count "You mean, after Galidraan?"

The knight could literally sense Dooku tense at that and so she tried to explain carefully. "I read the entry you left on the Great Holocron before submitting your resignation and taking your place as one of the lost twenty Jedi Masters. And while I wasn't there, I can imagine the realization that you and the others were made out to be pawns of criminals and corrupt politicians and that you charged blindly must have been…a very loud wake up call, to say the least."

Dooku's interlocked fingers relaxed a bit after her explanation. "I must say, you are more insightful than I originally gave you credit for."

Serra rolled her eyes. "Yes, yes, Master Drallig made me aware of all the disagreements on lightsaber combat you two had. I suppose some of that disdain of yours would have passed on to me since I was his only Padawan to master all forms but I can assure you, I did not neglect my Force training for the sake of improving my skills with a lightsaber. Or my use of logic, by that matter."

"I believe you," The Count said after a pause. "Still, I did have a point in my discussions with your former master about the dangers of dividing your focus among all the lightsaber combat forms. What you gain in enormous versatility you lose in unrelenting momentum when you could be consider a high master of a single form, like Kenobi's use of Form III or Master Yoda's use of Form IV. After all, neither of you could overcome Skywalker and his overwhelming use of Form V when he led the attack on the Jedi Temple."

Serra scowled but didn't contradicted him. "Yeah, that…wasn't one of my finest moments."

"That may be, and yet you survived," Dooku pointed out. "Perhaps only because Revan rescued you but your survival can grant you the opportunity to learn from your defeats."

"A very valid point," Plagueis suddenly said after stepping into the living room quarters.

They turned to look at the elder Muun, with Serra's expression admittedly tenser with him. Shrugging at that, he decided to expand on the Count's comment. "Are either of you familiar with the work of Shassium, an ancient republic philosopher?"

Serra said no while Dooku nodded affirmative at the same time. "Although, I am only familiar with his most famous quote: "We are all two-faced beings, divided by the Force and fated for eternity to search out our hidden identities"

Serra raised an eyebrow at the quote. Definitely food for thought from what she could tell. But then she gestured him to go on, wondering what point Sidious's former master was trying to make.

"Wise words indeed," The yellow eyed Muun said with a nod. "But there is a lesser known quote of his that is very relevant to your discussion."

Serra and Dooku glanced at each other before showing the Muun that he had their undivided attention.

"Shassium also said that what made a government endure longer than most of its rivals wasn't the ability to achieve constant victories but the ability to suffer military defeats over and over again without fading into irrelevance. And the only way to get to that point is learning from defeats and find a way to emerge stronger for it."

Serra's eyes widen in dawning realization. "That's…a remarkably accurate way to describe the Sith. And come to think of it, the Jedi Order's current situation should we manage to rise again."

Plagueis chuckled and looked at Dooku. "You are right, she is insightful. Maybe there is hope for her yet."

Serra wasn't entirely sure how to take the backhanded compliment from the elder Sith but before she could make up her mind, Revan emerged from the cockpit. As if on cue, Sira, who had been sitting quietly in a corner of living room quarters since her conversation with the time displaced Force user, snapped out of whatever pondering mood Revan had clearly instilled in her and gave him her entire focus. The Knight frowned at that, now wondering what exactly did her savior tell the young Zabrak to change her demeanor but she decided to just let Revan address them without interruption.

"We should be reaching Dathomir within the hour," He stated. "In the meantime, I should probably be bringing you up to speed."

"Alright, let's hear it," Count Dooku said as he straightened his posture on the chair. "What exactly did my dead student tell you?"

Revan opened his mouth to explain but before he could utter a word Plagueis turned sharply at Dooku and interrupted his trail of thought. "Your dead student?" He asked in disbelief. "Do you mean…Qui-Gon Jinn!?"

"Oh, that's right," Sira said with a look of dawning realization. "Plagueis arrived late at that meeting. We hadn't filled him in yet."

Revan only needed a quick look at Dooku to understand that he wasn't particularly interested in personally informing the elder Sith of the situation, so he took it upon himself to summarize his exchange with the spirit of the late Jedi Master in the Tythonian Jedi Temple. When he was done, the Muun looked more stunned than when Revan had caught his red lightsaber barehanded during their first confrontation.

"Force ghosts are actually real then? Are you serious?"

"As a heart attack," Revan confirmed. "They were not a particularly common sight even back in my era, however."

Plagueis rubbed his chin in an almost involuntary manner as he processed that latest cultural shock. Then he snorted after a brief shake of the head. "And here I thought all that time I spent searching for the ghosts of the ancient Sith Lords in Valley of the Dark Lords was a waste of time," He said before offering Revan a brief nod of respect. "Still, I thank you for bringing this forgotten piece of information to my attention."

Revan shrugged. "You're welcome, although I can assure you Korriban used to hold a few spirits of long dead Sith Lords. However, spirits eventually fade from the material world even if it takes them centuries. And while I am not entirely sure what technique allowed Qui-Gon to manifest his consciousness after death, I am convinced it was different from that of the ancient Dark Lords. They could hardly, if ever, leave the confines of their tombs. Dooku's former student was certainly not bound by such restrictions."

"At any rate," He went on. "I promised you I would explain more about my visions on the way to Dathomir. And how you all fit in the larger picture."

His Force using companions glance at each other before turning back to him and voicing the obvious question. Revan nodded in understanding before chuckling briefly.

"Yeah, I did leave you on a cliffhanger, didn't I?" He noted in a placating tone. "Sorry about that but there was no time to waste. Anyway, it has come to my attention that there are two prophecies involving Dathomir that have not been fulfilled yet. Through the visions I saw back on Tython, I saw another path to one of those prophecies; fragments of how it was originally meant to be fulfilled. The possibilities have widened, however, since I arrived in this era."

"What do you mean?" Serra asked him.

"As you are aware, there are many possible futures out there, a myriad of possibilities available until we narrow down our choices and thus the possibilities ahead. Even then, true prophecies inspired by powerful Force visions are a rare thing that must be treated with caution. Not only do they tend to always come to pass even if the unexpected is required to get to that point, they usually also have a much smaller scale of possible futures that can effectively influence their outcome," The former Sith Lord explained.

"For instance, just a look at the Prophecy of the Chosen One I keep hearing about," He continued. "The old Jedi Council essentially placed all their money on one horse and they lost the bet when Skywalker betrayed them. That's not to say he may not have any role to play in said prophecy, but until we know more this example should be a cautionary tale about the dangers of placing all your eggs in one basket where prophecies, especially those of great importance, are concerned.

There was a long silence as they considered his words and Revan could sense them agreeing with his position for the time being. Nodding almost imperceptibly, he looked at Plagueis.

"Likewise," He went on, "based on what you have told me about Darth Bane developing the Rule of Two from data he learned from my Holocron, his subsequent actions to supplant the entire Brotherhood of Darkness, and the results his now Emperor of an heir has produced, I am as sure as I can be that Bane was fulfilling the prophecy of the Sith'ari," He added, which increased the interest in the expressions of the former Sith in the room. "After all, he was the most powerful Sith of his time, he destroyed the entirety of the Sith Order by manipulating them into triggering the devastating Thought Bomb and then he rose the Sith from death with his Rule of Two system and, as we can see from the current state of affairs in the galaxy, succeeded in making the Sith stronger than before through this system."

"A very well-placed argument," Plagueis acknowledged.

Dooku just nodded while Sira looked morbidly fascinated. Scratching her chin in deep thought, Serra frowned. "I don't disagree, but I am assuming you are telling us all of this background information for an important reason."

"Quite right," Revan replied with a curt nod. "You see, while prophecies may the closest thing to events set in stone, our choices can alter the details. And now that my unexpected presence in the timeline has brought us all together, we can begin to alter those details to the benefit of our cause."

There was a moment of silence. Then Sira stared at him a lot of interest. "Alright, I will bite: how?"

Revan paced the room for a few seconds before turning back to his audience. "Have you ever heard of a Jedi vessel known as the Chu'unthor?"

"I have," Serra Keto replied automatically. "Master Drallig told me about it a long time ago. It used to be a mobile Jedi academy for groups of Padawans; the biggest the Order ever had. Unfortunately, it crash-landed 3 centuries ago on… Dathomir," She said with even wider eyes.

Revan smirked at that. "Exactly. From what I could gather of my visions back on Tython, the last official Grandmaster of the order, Yoda, went to Dathomir to rescue the people and to recover the vast amount of educational data tapes but that was when he first became aware of the power of the so-called Witches of Dathomir.

Serra nodded slowly. "I remember that part of the story as well. I understand that Yoda had to come up with an agreement with the locals after fighting their group to a draw. I don't really know the details, though."

"Qui-Gon explained them to me," Revan noted. "Long story short, while on the Force-strong planet, Yoda received a potent vision from the Force that he shared with the Singing Mountain Clan. And it was that one day, an apprentice of his would come back to Dathomir to retrieve all the data from the Chu'unthor in exchange for destroying most of their mortal enemies; the Nightsister.

"From what I could glimpse in my visions," Revan continued after a moment's pause, "this prophesized event could happen a couple decades from now. However, because of my actions in your era, Dooku survived getting replaced by Skywalker in the eyes of the Emperor and as a result, he is a potential candidate to fulfill this prophecy now because of your role in orchestrating the destruction of the biggest Nightsister clan during the Clone Wars and your past training under Master Yoda."

Dooku was quiet for a long moment and considering the topics of their conversation, the others decided to respect his silence. Eventually, he sighed before looking at Revan.

"It's good to see I can still matter to the Force," The count replied with a note of relief in his voice. "And this certainly seems like an elegant way to diffuse possible hostilities with the other clans on Dathomir. After all, just because they tend to be more Light-sided, it doesn't mean they trust off-worlders that much. However, I have a feeling you will have to be a lot more persuasive than that to convince them to join your order on Tython."

Revan grinned as if he was waiting for that response. "That's where I come in. Plagueis, did you bring Mother Talzin's pseudo religious text about the Force with you as I asked?"

The Muun nodded and handed him the Wild Powers book from the table besides him. Revan flipped through the pages until he found the information that he had seen on his visions. Then, he showed it to the assembled Force users and they leaned in to take a better look.

"Most of the other clans have a problem with Talzin's teachings, thinking of them as perversions. But there is one prophecy that was made by Allya, the founder of the witches, centuries ago that was so important to all the clans that even the Dark side leaning Nightsisters couldn't omit it from their most important text: that of the arrival of an extremely powerful being will be able to embody the balance between the Winged Goddess and the Fanged God…or as we call it, the Light side and the Dark side."

"By the Force," Serra said with wide eyes and an impressed tone. "Then that would make you the closest thing to a candidate for that prophecy in this era."

"Two related prophecies that could be fulfilled on the same day and benefit our cause at the same time," Dooku said in a ponderous tone. "Looks like the Force is on our side today."

Sira just smiled radiantly at that comment, happy that things were starting to look up. Plagueis, on the other hand, shrugged.

"I have never really been a strong believer in prophecies," He admitted. "I have had my moments of doubt of course, such as when events aligned in such a way that Skywalker's candidacy to the Prophecy of the Chosen One almost seemed like it was ordained by divine intervention. His conversion to the Dark side, however, made me want to dismiss it as another fairy tale. But you already proved me wrong about my preconceptions regarding Force Ghosts, Lord Revan," He said with a bow of respect. "I have a feeling you will find a way to prove me wrong yet again. And trust me, that's high praise coming from me."

Revan smiled slightly, feeling relieved, and admittedly a little proud, that he could get them all to forget their previous animosity towards each other and join forces for a common goal. Suddenly the ship jerked out of hyperspace and he knew they had arrived.

"Well, let's get to work."

Tython's Surface – The Tythonian Jedi Temple

Barriss Offee dismissed the Twi'lek from Kalikori that insisted on serving as her guide through the temple. True, she enjoyed the sightseeing and the information they were providing after nearly a few hours she found a room that resembled the most peaceful area of the Coruscant Jedi Temple, the room the thousand fountains. And suddenly, she decided that this was the best place she was going to find to meditate within the Force strong planet.

Once she was alone, she sat down cross-legged on the recently cleaned floor and she closed her eyes. Slowing down her breathing, she tried to quiet her thoughts, which had been reeling because of revelation after revelation since she was rescued from the Citadel. Out of the corner of her mind's eye, she could sense that the Force was stronger here than anywhere else she had ever been, a Force nexus the likes of which she had never sense before. In no time, she realized why the Old Republic Jedi made their temple in this location instead of anywhere else on the planet.

And then, she let out a gasp as visions flooded her mind at the speed of thought. At first, she could barely process them but eventually she started to make sense of the images. She saw…a shelter, behind a waterfall. She saw…a secret passage way that lead to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. She saw…an old woman jumping from a balcony and igniting her lightsaber against an Utapauan Dark sider…she saw desperation in her features as she was getting backed into a corner. She saw…her left hand gripping an holocron very tightly…a holocron she recognized. She saw…an armored cyborg about to cross paths with the elder Jedi, his dark presence terrifying her senses. And she heard the woman's voice, clear as a bell.

"Whoever is seeing this…is up to you now. Don't let our deaths have been in vain."

And then…silence.

The Mirialan breathed heavily as the implications from the visions started to sink in. "Madame Jocasta, the custodian of the knowledge of the Temple Archives, is still alive," Barriss muttered as she wiped sweat off her forehead. "Not only that but she has the holocron that contains the list of every known Force-sensitive child in the galaxy that Cad Bane once stole."

Her eyes widened. "And with all the others away on their missions, if I don't do something Vader is going to kill her and take the holocron to the Emperor," She said in a small voice.

The Mirialan passed a hand across her face in clear distress. "I can't wait for Revan to return. This is too time sensitive and important to ignore. But I don't have the piloting skills to get past the imperial blockade on Coruscant. What can I do?"

Maybe it was the Force or just her analytic mind, but a flash of inspiration coursed through Barriss and she suddenly knew the only option she had that would at least give her a fighting chance. She grimaced but nodded slowly.

"That will have to do," She said with more conviction than before.

The chamber was quiet for a few more seconds as she organized her thoughts. Then she stood up and headed towards her shuttle that would take her to the Star Forge, vowing to herself that she would prove Revan her worth with this solo mission.

Mandalore's Surface - Kyrimorut

Zeego stepped off the speeder and took a moment to study Kyrimorut. Located in the dense Veshok forest of Mandalore's northern hemisphere, Kyrimorut was fringed by massive trees and sat near a wide lake. The nearest settlement was a small trading outpost somewhere to the south. They had passed through it around twenty minutes ago. The main building was a large circular structure, partially submerged in the ground, and possessing a grass roof that camouflaged it from the air.

Among the compound's most notable features was the large armory, and various other buildings. Designed to be secluded and hidden, Kyrimorut was mostly self-sufficient. Across from the main building, Zeego could see what resembled a memorial with a wooden plaque carved into the base.

Rejorhaa'ruetiise meg'oyacyi jrcu mhi r'asham

Zeego grunted, recognizing that he wouldn't be able to read it. Fi stepped over to him and translated.

"It says 'Tell the outsiders that they lived because we died'."

"I'm guessing the outsiders are the Republic?"

Fi chuckled, "You know, you're pretty smart for a Neimoidian."

Zeego sighed in embarrassment, "Yeah, I get that a lot." He glanced at the memorial, blinking for a moment before taking deep breath and bowing his head in respect. Skirata called out to them from across the yard, beckoning for them to join him. Fi made a bad joke about his adoptive father and Zeego simply smiled and forced a chuckle while the two sauntered over to see what was going on.

Skirata was talking to a younger woman as she hung onto Ordo's arm. From the small piece of the conversation he heard, she was Ordo's wife, and apparently two more of Skirata's sons had taken off on something urgent, but they were expected to be back soon. As if on cue, Zeego could hear the hum an approaching ship overhead. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Darman stepping out of the main hut holding a little boy in his arm as the child clung to him with a level of affection he could only have for his father. If Zeego didn't know better, he would wonder which of the clones the boy belonged to, his features resembled his father immensely.

The mandalorian ship touched down in a concealed hangar bay across the yard. The boarding ramp lowered and out stepped a trio of clones. The two to step out first had short cropped hair like their brothers and were dressed in traditional Mandalorian armor. The third however, had his hair buzzed, still wearing his military-issue armor adorned with blue accents, a shoulder pauldron, and waist-cape. He held his helmet under his arm. Above the visor was a pair of jagged markings that Zeego couldn't identify. Skirata waited where he was. One of the clones stepped off toward Darman and hugged him while other two joined Zeego, Fi and the others.

"Kal'buir, we've got another one. He wants out of the army," the veteran explained, before giving Zeego a curious glance.

Skirata nodded toward Zeego, "Udesii, Jaing. This is Zeego, he brought Dar and Niner home. He's welcome here," he paused. "So, who do we have with us?"

The newcomer stepped forward. "The name's Rex. Captain of the Five-Hundred and First. And I need your help."

AN: Well, there you have it. Chapter 26 is complete, and we'll be starting work on the next chapter immediately. Thank you all for reading, feel free to review, or PM me with any questions. I'll answer what I can without giving anything away. Until next time!

-CaptainCakeless117