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Chapter 26

Revan and his companions were led to a large cabin by the Wookiee Guard. The place was made entirely of wood what meant that Czerka didn't participate in building it, even though many employees of the Corporation were in there, as well as the Wookiees, of course.

At the far end of the cabin was standing a tall, dark-haired Wookiee who had a double-bladed vibroblade hanging on his back. He was wearing some kind of a necklace that was made out of feathers and some metal objects that resembled coins. They were of a dull gold color and had a visible discoloration on top.

There were also many Wookiee Guards in the cabin. Their fur was mostly of a brown color but few of them had darker or lighter shades of brown. Every one of them was wielding some kind of weapon, from a vibroblade to the crossbows and bowcasters.

The Czerka Guards were also present there. They stood in the room's corners with their blaster rifles resting against their legs. Every one of them had a bored expression. It was visible that they hated their job, especially when they could be sitting at the cantina in the spaceport area. But they had to follow their orders.

Revan and the rest were now standing in front of the dark-haired Wookiee. The former Dark Lord noticed that Zaalbar kept his head hanging low, avoiding the gaze of the other representative of his species.

"Step forwards and address mighty and wise Chuundar, outsider" the dark-haired Wookie roared in his native dialect. "I don't always allow visitors of your kind."

"You are flanked by Czerka slavers!" Zaalbar roared back, suddenly finding his courage. "Are they not outsiders? Or have you sold all of Kashyyyk to them?" he growled. Even if Revan didn't understand a Wookiee dialect perfectly, it was obvious that Zaalbar was infuriated, to say the least.

"Ah, brother Zaalbar" Chuundar growled, noticing the Wookiee. "You've been exiled a long time ago. You shouldn't speak in that tone. Things are different now. You are a mad-claw without honor. You have no voice amongst your own people. I, on the other hand, am Chieftain."

Revan now understood Zaalbar's sudden outburst. This what the Wookiee has said back on the Kashyyyk's spaceport has finally started to make some sense. His brother, the exile, and all the rest were now unitizing. And, despite how little time they actually had, he couldn't stand the thought of letting Czerka continue their work here.

"Ignore him, Chuundar," the former Dark Lord said, earning the attention of every Wookiee in the cabin. "You are dealing with me now."

"I would watch your words if I were you" the dark-haired Wookiee roared. His expression visibly angered, as he watched the young man.

"I would say it's you who has to watch the words" Revan replied. "If you've made deals with slavers, the truth will get out eventually."

"You may talk, but no one will believe you. I've had a long time to guide what my people think. They trust me, the mighty Chuundar. Even with my brother insane and father enslaved, I rose to protect my people despite it all."

"Farther was enslaved?" Zaalbar interjected. "'Mighty Chuundar'? What are you talking about? You were the runt!" he roared with anger.

"I am no runt!" Chuundar roared back, hitting the brown-haired Wookiee, causing him to fall to the floor. "Like I said, Zaalbar, a lot has changed in your years away. We will discuss this soon enough."

"Is there a point to this?" Revan interjected, stepping forward. "If this will lead o a fight, I'd like to get to it."

Revan's words got the never-ending attention of the Wookiees gathered with their chieftain. They let out a series of growls and roars to express the anger, the Revan's words drove them into. The haired humanoid creatures prepared their weapons and began their advance, but they were called off by Chuundar. The Wookiee chieftain let out a loud roar that caused the walls of the cabin to tremble. The effect was immediate. The other inhabitants ofKashyyyk went silent and stopped their advance.

"You are brave, human" Chuundar said in the Wookiee dialect. "Not many have the courage to talk like that to the chieftain. It speaks good of you, as a warrior."

"I know who I am, Chuundar, and I don't need to hear it from you" Revan replied, straightening his posture. It made him look few centimeters higher than he was in the reality. It also made his appearance slightly more intimidating. "I've come to Kashyyyk for a specific purpose, and certainly not to mess into your relations with your brother. I need to get to the Shadowlands, to the surface of Kashyyyk. And in order to do so, I need your permission, chieftain."

The dark-haired Wookiee gritted his teeth. It was unusual for an outsider to speak like that to the chieftain. The man seemed not to care about the fact that he was amongst the Wookiee tribe where Czerka didn't protect the off-worlders. But the man had the posture of a warrior – something the Wookiees respected. This spoke well about the outsider in the Jedi robes.

"And why do you think that I will allow you to go down to the surface?" Chuundar growled after thinking about the man's request.

"Because we were sent here on a very important mission" Bastila interjected, stepping forward. "We ask you, Chieftain, allow us to go down."

"And what is this mission?" Chuundar asked.

"We must find an ancient device that will help us stop the Sith, and save the Galaxy."

"This war between the Republic and the Sith is none of my concern. Kashyyyk is neutral, and I'd rather keep it that way. I do not have to help you in your quest, and I don't intend to do so. Now leave before I lose my patience, but the mad-claw will stay here."

"What?!" Mission exclaimed with anger. She tried to make her way towards Zaalbar as he was being taken away by the Wookiee guards. "You cannot take him, he's my friend!" she tried to get to Zaalbar but was effectively blocked by the guards.

"The mad-claw belongs in here," Chuundar said, ignoring the blue Twi'lek's yells. "His place is in here, amongst his own people. Take them out!" he ordered to other Wookiee guards. The crew of the Ebon Hawk was led outside while Mission tried to get back to the cabin, screaming in the process. She was scratching the doors in order to enter the throne room again.

"You can't take him from me!" Mission yelled, hitting the wooden doors, but it was pointless. The entrance wasn't giving in and no one on the other side replied. She was punching the wood, but with every hit, her strength was fading, and after a brief moment she was leaning against the doors, sobbing slightly.

"Come, Mission," Revan said softly, as he put an arm around her shoulder. He tried to lift her up, but the blue Twi'lek was clinging tightly against the doors.

"No! I'm not leaving him!" she replied.

"There's nothing we can do for him now. Come" Revan said softly, using the Force to lift her up. The blue Twi'lek gave up to the gentle grasp that enfolded her. She allowed the invisible force to lift her up. She didn't protest as she landed in Revan's arms. "We'll find the way to save him. I promise" he whispered softly at her. Mission slowly drifted to sleep in the man's arms, due to the tiredness that surrounded her.

"Let's go back to the ship. There we will decide what to do next" Revan said to the rest of the group. They silently complied.


Revan laid Mission gently on the bed in her quarters after they reached the Ebon Hawk. The blue Twi'lek was now peaceful, but still, the trails of tears were visible on her face. The girlnow tugged herself to the mattress, her expression relaxing visibly.

The former Dark Lord walked out from the Mission's quarters, and, just as during their arrival on Dantooine, he stumbled upon Bastila. She had a worried expression. Her arms were crossed on her chest and her brows were furrowed as she was looking at the blue Twi'lek who was laying on a bed in her quarters. Her grey eyes expressed a deep concern about the girl's current status.

"What are we going to do with her, Revan?" she whispered to the man who walked out from the Twi'lek's room.

"I don't know yet" he replied in the same tone, letting out a small sigh. He certainly wasn't going to abandon Zaalbar, even if that meant a delay of their mission. He truly hated Czerka and, if that was possible, he would do everything to make their business here on Kashyyyk much more difficult.

They entered the interior of the ship where the rest of the crew was gathered. Their first day on Kashyyyk was completely wasted. They've arrived when the sun was setting down and had accomplished nothing – they've only lost one hundred credits and the member of their small team. Revan surely couldn't call it a progress.

"We're done for today" he announced. Eyes of everybody gathered in the interior rested on him. "It's not wise to wander on Kashyyyk after the sundown. We wait until morning, and with the first rays of the sun, we continue our mission. Go get some rest."

With that everyone went to their own quarters, leaving Revan and Bastila alone in the interior. The former Dark Lord was thinking intensively about the events of the past day, and the woman was watching him carefully. Any thoughts about 'satisfying herself' abandoned her in that moment. Despite how much she wanted it, she couldn't just allow her passion to take over when the success of their mission was uncertain. She could wait a while longer. She was capable of that.

Revan was studying the map of the Rwookrrorro village that T3 has managed to download when they were amongst the Wookiees. Except for the lift that was located in the Upper Shadowlands, there was no other way to the surface of Kashyyyk. At least no legal way.

"Do you have something on your mind?" Bastila asked gently after a moment of silence. Revan let out a deep sigh and turned away from the holoprojector.

"I must find a way to get to the surface" he replied softly, rubbing his eyes. Even if he was sleeping not that long time ago, he was somewhat tired. "The Star Map is located there, and without the lift, we don't have much of a choice on how to get there."

"And how exactly have you got there the first time?"

Revan smiled widely at the memory.

"I had a crash-landing" he replied with a small laugh that escaped his lips. "I and Alek crashed somewhere on the surface. It took us a good week to locate the Star Map. Many times we found ourselves walking in circles."

Bastila laughed slightly at that. She could imagine her beloved one and his former best friend wandering across the giant forest that covered almost the entire surface of Kashyyyk.

"And just how exactly have you left the planet?"

"Our fleet was in this system. We have simply sent a signal for a ship to take us from Kashyyyk. If nothing has changed, our crashed ship is still somewhere on the surface."

"Alen?" a voice, coming from the hall that was leading to the cockpit, interrupted them. Revan looked up to see Wolfie. His right eye was gazing intensively into him.

"Relax. She knows" he replied. He didn't have to clarify what he meant – the pilot understood immediately, though it didn't cause him to relax.

"We have a problem."

"What is it?"

"The Czerka Corporation found our ship intriguing."

"What do you mean?"

"When you were out I've noticed many of the employees watching the Ebon Hawk. At first, I thought it was nothing, but more and more of them were coming. They had prepared the nets and harpoons. I think that they have found interest in few members of our crew."

Revan nodded slightly at that. It was as he feared it may be. How could he be so stupid! It was sure that such corporation as Czerka would be interested in potential slaves, and such species like Cathars, Twi'leks, and Wookiees were the perfect opportunity. Even Bastila was in their eyes a potential prey, due to her impressive woman physicality. Her young age, her matured body, and exotic appearance made her a perfect candidate for a sex slave. The Hutts especially would be very interested in her. And the Hutts could pay a lot of Credits.

"What is it, Revan?" Bastila asked quietly, a small trail of fear was heard in her voice.

"You're not safe here."

"Wh… what do you mean?"

"I'll explain it tomorrow. Wolfie, make sure to lock the ship for the night. No one is allowed to enter the Ebon Hawk without my permission. And if someone does, you are allowed to slay him. Understood?"

"Yes, my Lord" he replied and gave a military salute. With that, he turned back to the cockpit to execute Revan's orders.

"What's going on, Rev?" Bastila asked again, using the nickname she gave him years ago.

"There will be a change of the plans. I'll go to the Shadowlands without anyone" he replied, looking at her with worry in his eyes. Bastila's orbs widened in shock at that.

"What?! Are you mad? You can't go alone!"

Revan smirked at her and patted her shoulder.

"I won't be alone."


Atris was eyeing the faces of the fellow Jedi Masters, gathered in the Council chambers. She has summoned them in the serious matter, Vrook told her about. Thankfully, all of the Masters answered the call.

The only one missing was Master Vandar, though he was on his way. His age made him walk slower than he used to over a century ago.

A quiet clinging of a wooden stick hitting the marble floor interrupted the silence. Atris, just as she expected, saw a small green alien making his way towards his sit.

Now they were all gathered here. All twelve Jedi Masters have answered the call. They could begin.

"I haven't summoned you without reason" Atris began. "I've received words that Revan has regained his memories, and is fully aware of who he truly is."

This caused other Jedi Masters to look on concern at each other. The only one gathered in the Council chambers who didn't look surprised, except Vrook of course, were Master Vandar and Master Nomi.

"Vrook has told me that he is sure of it. The question is: what are we going to do with Revan?"

"And why are we supposed to do with him anything?" Master Nomi asked.

"Because he is a threat" Atris replied. "As long as he lives, he is a potential danger towards the Galaxy. He must be dealt with."

"I think there is a more personal thing in you about dealing with Revan than only the potential threat he might be, Atris," Master Vandar said. This caught the attention of every Jedi Master in the chamber. The small, green Jedi rarely spoke anything during the Council meetings.

"And what is that supposed to mean, Master Vandar?"

"You know what I mean, Atris. When Revan was put in a trial before us I didn't sense a Dark Side in him, and I bet none of us did. In my opinion, you're holding a personal grudge towards Revan, you and Master Vrook. You hold it against him that he set to the Mandalorian Wars, that he did what he thought was right."

"Do you hear yourself, Master Vandar? Do you hear what you're saying? You know that the Mandalorian Wars brought nothing, but another war, led by Darth Revan. You know what he did to the Galaxy, to Telos IV. If he didn't face the Mandalorians, the horrors he brought upon us would not have happened. Countless Jedi Knights would be still alive, and would be loyal to the Code!" Atris exclaimed with anger.

"All of us know that it was Malak who ordered the bombardment of Telos, not Revan" Vandar replied calmly. "And if he didn't stop the Mandalorians, we would most likely be having this meeting of the Council in the Mando'a."

"Do you mean that you approve Revan's actions during the Mandalorian Wars? That you approve the aggression he showed towards the Mandalorians?"

"I don't, but face the facts, Atris. Revan's crusade against the Mandalorians saved the Republic. Without him, the Core Worlds would have fallen. His actions, even if based on emotions, have saved the Galaxy from the conquering nature of the Mandalorians. The Republic owes him freedom."

"I don't believe my ears. Revan's actions during the Mandalorian Wars brought nothing, but more destruction and death. If his crusade was stopped before it has even begun, countless lives could be saved. Countless Jedi could be saved both from the Dark Side and death. There is no justification for his actions! We must put an end to Revan, while we can!"

"I thought that the Code says something about the sanctity of all life" Vandar muttered softly. "Now I see that it does not count for certain persons?"

"How dare you speak to me like that? Years ago we've agreed that Revan must be punished!"

"And we did punish him."

"And what of it?" Vrook interjected."He is somewhere out there with Bastila, looking for this what he found after the Mandalorian Wars. And the Force alone knows what is going to happen when he finds it. Perhaps he will turn on us once again, and will bring yet another war, far more destructive, than this one."

"And what actual proof do we have that Revan is someone who poses any kind of threat towards all of us?"

"I've found this message when Revan left Dantooine" Master Vrook replied calmly, taking out a small datapad from inside of his robes. The small device was commonly used to send a text message or a recording of the holoprojection. Vrook turned it on. The Council chambers were filled with a blue hologram that resembled Revan.

"Dear Master Vrook, the image of Revan said, I must congratulate you. I haven't expected you to find out the truth so quickly. But sending an assassin for me? Really? Is this a Jedi way? I highly doubt that. Nevertheless, I hope that Nemo is now one with the Force. I truly regret killing him – I'd rather duel you, at least I wouldn't feel any remorse if I killed you. But unfortunately you decided to send someone to do the dirty job for you, but he failed. I think that you have to take the matters into your own hands and fight me personally. I'll be waiting for you patiently. And may the Force serve you well, Master. Oh, and one more thing. I must congratulate your ability to pass the knowledge. Your apprentice is as arrogant and shortsighted as you are. Well, she used to be until I convinced her to follow me. I must admit that she has quite soft lips. See you soon, Master Vrook. I'm sure that we shall meet one day. I'm looking forward to this."

The Jedi Masters were silent when the holoprojector went dead. Everyone had their own thoughts about the message. The members of the Council who were sympathetic towards Atris' reasonwere interested in what the projection of Revan said about Nemo, Bastila and the official Sith farewell.

The rest of the Council, though there was no more than two members of them, were intrigued by Revan's mentioning about Vrook sending an assassin on the former Dark Lord, even if that was Nemo. If that was true, it was an obvious proof that Vrook has broken the Jedi Code plainly.

The Council was still silent. They were torn apart by Revan's message. None of them knew what to do or say in this matter. Everyone was thinking about the hologram they've just seen until Vrook decided to break the spell.

"Just as you've heard, Revan is fully aware of who he is, and, what's even worse, he has Bastila with him," Vrook said, ignoring all the rest of Revan's message. "We must do something with him, and I disagree with Master Vandar about his case. If we do not stop Revan today, he will come back to haunt us tomorrow. He is a threat towards the Jedi Order, the Republic and the entire Galaxy itself! As the swore protectors, we must do something to eliminate the potential threat he is."

"The swore protectors?" Vandar replied. "We did nothing when the Mandalorians invaded the Republic that every one of us promised to save. When we were knighted a part of our oath was to do everything to protect the Republic."

"And that is what we will be doing right now" Vrook interjected.

"I agree with Master Vrook," Atris said. The other seven Masters nodded their heads in agreement. The only ones to not agree were Master Vandar and Master Nomi. "Someone must take care of him, and it has to be done quickly."

"I will do it," Vrook said with a confidence written on his face. "I've been waiting for this for a long time."

"Good. Then I think that the meeting is over" Atris said calmly, standing up to leave. The others followed her lead.


"That's not good," Vandar said when he and Nomi were walking through the corridor of the Jedi Temple.

"Definitely. But what are we going to do about it?" the red-haired woman asked, as they were passing by other Jedi Knights.

"Vrook is not going to stop. Revan must be warned" Vandar replied after a moment of silence. "I'll see to it."

"And just how exactly Vrook is going to know where Revan is? We know that he is on Kashyyyk right now, but later what? He won't know."

"He will. He sent someone with Revan, someone that reports his every move. Vrook knows everything about his doings. And that is why I must warn him."

"You seem to be so sure about Revan's case. Why?"

"Back on Dantooine, he has told me something. Something we didn't know. Basing on his body language, and his behavior, I can say he was speaking the truth. And at the very same day, he asked me to do something incredibly difficult."

"And what is that?"

"He asked me to make the Republic step aside."


"So, murderer, why were you sent to Dromund Kaas?" a man called Vaklu asked for a hundredth time that day. Despite the lack of answers, his patience wasn't growing thin. His hand ran across Atton's body, and new cuts were forming on the spots where his knife met with a skin.

"I've… I've told you already" the man pinned to the interrogation table, nicknamed Jaq, replied. "I have no idea what you're talking about" he lied. Only I know where you go. And it must remain that way, Revan's words echoed in his skull, even if his body was broken to the point where he didn't feel pain anymore.

"You're lying, Atton. You were sent to the Unknown Regions by Darth Revan on a special mission, not on vacation. Now you have come back, thinking that you will report your progress to Darth Revan, but here is some news for you to catch up with. There is no Lord Revan here anymore, there is only Lord Malak. And if you are still loyal to the Empire, then you will surely tell what you were going to your master. And if you have betrayed the Empire, you will quickly learn that it would be best for you to stay on Dromund Kaas."

"You think you can threaten me? I was an interrogator, and I know how to endure the interrogation process, I came up with."

"You were the interrogator, that is correct. But you've missed one thing. You served under Revan, and I serve under Malak. That's a big difference. You think that because your neurons are not noticing pain now is going to protect you? You're sorely mistaken. I'll show you that nothing can save you from suffering that will come to you unless you tell me why you were sent to Dromund Kaas."

"I'm not afraid. And when Lord Revan comes back…"

"And here is something you don't know yet. Lord Revan is not going to come back to rescue you. Not today, or any other day for that matter. There is only me, you and Lord Malak. And I'm sure you know his reputation when it comes to dealing with the prisoners?"

Vaklu now noticed this what he wanted. A trail of fear on Atton's face. Revan was cruel, but he had some sort of self-control when it came to interrogating the prisoners. But Malak didn't have even that. Every prisoner that was at his mercy was turned into a shell of a living being, thanks to Malak's methods. It was something everyone in the Empire knew, including Atton.

"So, you are afraid after all. Good. I'm sure it will help us, and I think that it will make you more… cooperative. So, I ask you again. Why were you sent to Dromund Kaas?" Vaklu asked. This time though, Atton didn't reply in any way. He was dead silent. The interrogator smiled widely at that. He was very close to breaking the man. "I see you want it even the harder way than before? So be it."

With that he pressed some buttons on a console that was standing not far from the table, Atton was laying on. Immediately, the man's body stretched from the enormous pain he felt. And then, the blackness took him again.


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