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Where: Korriban

Landing was easy; the spaceport that was stationed on Korriban was empty. It appeared the next shipment left a few minutes before the freighter arrived.

Dressed in a cloak with their hood pulled over their head, the three Jedi walked towards the only exit of the hanger. A human greeted them wearing Czerka issued clothes.

"Ah, good evening." It was the Port Authority.

Master Keria merely nodded. As the master and highest rank of the trio, she supervised everything. She sometimes let Revan do the talking, this time however the mission went horrible skewed. The dark side swirled around Korriban like a storm cloud, waiting.

"More Jedi to come to Korriban."

Keria blinked as did her companions. Jedi came to Korriban? Why didn't anyone tell them?

"Jedi come here often?" Her voice wavered as she spoke, good thing the Port Authority did not notice.

"Yes, for the Sith Academy."

Wha? She could not hold back her shocked face. The Sith Academy was operating on Korriban? Right under the Jedi's nose?

"There is a one hundred credit fee for docking in Czerka ports. After you pay the fee you can dock anything you wish." Said the oblivious Port Authority.

"May I ask you a question?" Asked Revan hesitantly, not wanting to alert the Czerka employee of anything unusual.

"What information do you wish?"

"Tell me about Korriban." Revan was curious why the reports contradict what was happening on Korriban. Surely, the intelligence from other Jedi were not that bad.

"This is Dresdae, it is the only colony on this planet. Korriban is a Sith planet, well within their space, though it is not very well-inhabited. The Sith allow Czerka to mine and use the spaceport but otherwise the colony revolves around the Sith Academy."

"What about Czerka? What are they doing here?" Malak as well was curious, this place…made him feel icky.

"Czerka is one of the largest companies in the Core. I am surprised you have not heard of it. Czerka is interested in mining. Czerka's headquarters are here, most business are conducted here."

"And the Academy?" Revan was itching to know of the Academy. He felt multiple force sensitives, some half trained and a small margin that are trained.

"Unless you are a hopeful that wants to enter the Academy it is advised you stay away. The Sith are the law and they do what they please. It can be quite dangerous."

"I'll be on my way."

"Enjoy your stay in Dresdae."

The Jedi walked away. Walking into the hallway to the colony, the trio looked ominous.

"Master, what are we going to do? The Council must be told." Malak muttered.

"We do nothing, scout out and see what had occurred here. Meet back in two hours at the ship. DO NOT CAUSE TROUBLE!" That bit was aimed at Revan.

Keria walked away and disappeared. Leaving the duo, alone.

"So, Revan what are we going to do?" Malak asked his silent friend.

"We're going to the cantina."

"The cantina, we don't have time to drink."

"We don't need to; I suspect we can find someone to help fill us in."

Walking down the hallway to came to a room. Filled with pilots and what appeared to be a Twi'lik at a counter.

Walking up to the Twi'lik with Malak following him, Revan waited until he got the persons attention.

"Excuse me."

"Ah, hello, is there anything you need?"

"Eh, what do you offer?"

"Weapons and certain connections."

"Weapons?"

"Yes."

"I see, and what do you need those weapons for?"

"If you are staying here for long, and want to keep your limbs attached."

"From who?"

"There are a lot of Sith here, this is where they come to study. Obnoxious brats, the lot of them."

The Twi'lik lowered his voice to a conspirator whisper," Just between you and me I don't understand why everyone thinks 'dark side' and 'hooligan' should be the same thing."

He spoke louder, "Though they are dangerous, despite being annoying. Best thing to do is not to get the attention of a Sith."

Revan nodded," Thank you for your advice."

He swept away with Malak. Things were getting more mysterious. Answers only led to more questions.

After entering the cantina, he walked towards the barkeeper. After ordering a drink, he sat on a chair near the door and waited for Malak. Malak could weasel more information better than he could. Clearing his mind, he scanned within a half mile, searching for force senseitives. Approximately one hundred force sensetives. Of the hundred, only handfuls were properly trained, the rest were half trained. Moreover, the majority barely made a blip in Revan's search. These 'Sith' were no more than children with lightsabers. There was only so far you can teach a person who cannot even lift a block with their mind. The bad news was that they were outnumbered. A Jedi's only weakness was numbers and surprise. Even a Jedi cannot take down hundreds of people, it would exhaust the Jedi.

Waking from his trance, he took a sip of his green drink. Malak was coming towards him, clearly agitated and scared? With a huff, Malak seated himself by Revan muttering slightly.

Concerned with his friend's behavior he waited until Malak was composed.

"Did you know there is a war going on?"

"No, is it the Mandolorian War?" Revan kept up with the news of the Mandalorian conquests of the Outer Rim. He had not heard of an unofficial war.

"No, that one was resolved by …..General Revan and General Malak."

Revan response was to cough up his drink. Malak pounded his back until Revan stopped coughing.

"Wha?…How is that possible. I am sure to remember I did not join the navy. I would remember it. You sure he wasn't lying?"

"Yah, the Rodion barkeeper assured me it was true and told me of the Jedi Civil War."

Malak said softly, not wanting anyone to notice them.

This time Revan was ready, he choked slightly but did not suffocate. " A Jedi Civil War?"

The incredulous expression on his face and voice mirrored Malaks'.

"Yah, and guess whom the leader is?" The sarcastic tone in Malak's voice made Revan dread the answer.

"Let me guess, you and me." Revan waited for Malak to say no.

He was disappointed.

"Yah, we attacked the Republic and started a Sith Empire." The sad tone in Malak's voice made Revan's heart drop to his boots.

"We…started a Sith Empire? That is impossible. I am not a Sith Lord. I do not want to be a Sith Lord. I like my hair." The last bit was because all Sith Lords shaved their head and tattooed. Revan likes his hair, a lot. As did Malak, who had a bush for a head.

"Yeah, Darth Revan and his groupies started going after Jedi and I think from what I heard, they're winning."

"How?"

"Some of the Sith were former Jedi who followed Revan in to the war, the Jedi numbers were depleted during the previous wars. Some were turned by torture other killed by assassins."

Revan was speechless. It seemed like they were in a nightmare, with no end.

"Go to Master Keria and tell her of the news, then…." Revan then got a new idea.

A completely new twist to know thine enemy.

"Ask here for permission to join the Sith Academy." At Malak's incredulous expression Revan merely grinned.

"I got an idea."

Malak shook his head and walked away, muttering something about stupid ideas.

Master Keria sat in the cock pit examining the news. First she was incredulous, then amazed, then sad, and then anger. After a brief wrestle with her emotions she retained the Jedi calm. She didn't understand why this happened, just that they were here for a purpose.

She heard Malak and turned to face him. After a brief chat and they understood where they stood she reacted quite violently towards Revan's idea.

"Is he INSANE! He must be CRAZY!" Was only the few of the non-graphic words she used to express what she thought of his plan.

Nevertheless, she did give her permission and the expressed orders that once they get in, they leave. She figured that the Sith would be too cocky to check backgrounds and would let them in and out of their Academy as they pleased.

After this 'venture', they were going to Dantooine and get this whole mess figured out.

Therefore, this is second part. You probably recognized parts of the script came from the game it did.