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Chapter 3: Plans and Expectance

The trap was set, permission was granted, and all that was needed was a victim.
Someone who is a sith apprentice, older than him, prideful. Practically everyone.

Revan sat on rock next to the ramp that led to Dresdae, the Sith Academy's front door looming ahead, with rock statues next to it. Next to Revan sat a pile of balloons, filled with a watery substance. Malak was at a designated area, where Revan was supposed to lead the victims to. Malak questioned if Revan could find the place again, without getting lost, after much argument Revan compromised and in the end relocated the location. Revan's master Kreia had sneaked off, to find more intelligence on what had happened and the current war.

After waiting for a quarter of an hour, victims appeared; four students exited the entrance of the Sith Academy and were walking towards Revan's location. They paid him no heed, since he looked like an idiot teenager. The four were armed with lightsabers and one was tossing a medallion in the air. The medallion glittered and flashed as it reflected from the sun. Revan carefully gathered up the water balloons and with great accuracy threw them at the victims. The victims did not even know they were being attacked until the projectiles hit them. They were covered with a warm milky substance.

Pandemonium ensued. They reached to a conclusion of what the liquid was and in unison glared at Revan. Revan merely stuck his tongue out, blew a raspberry and ran for it. This further enraged the group and they gave chase. Revan ran towards the hanger, looking back to make sure they were following him.

Revan ran quickly towards his ship, turning and following the ship's outline. The four pursued him, anger blinding reason. They followed and stopped when a huge looming human blocked their way, their prey gone.

Crack…Ack..Ouch…Ahhhh…Ugh….Thump

Revan landed on the ground next to the pile of Sith. He had jumped and clung on the rungs outside of the ship, out of site. Malak was holding a shock stick and tossed it aside.

"It worked, Malak told ya so." Revan said beaming to his friend.

"It did," said Malak. He bent down, touched the milky substance, and in horror jumped back.

"Revan….Did you…..Wha…..Revan." Malak exclaimed in shock. The milky substance was coated on gloved fingers.

Revan shrugged nervously," No. Its white powder and preheated water. That's all. I promise."

"Promise"

"Uh, Huh"

Malak let out a sigh of relief; he picked up the medallions from the unconscious Sith and pocketed them.

"Does Master Kreia know?"

"Yeah, I just contacted her."

"Well, let's go."

They tied up the group and sticking them into a dark corner, out of site.

Pulling their hoods over their faces, the duo walked towards the Cantina. After a bit of exploring Malak found out that hopeful have to talk to a Academy instructor in order to get in, or impress one of the Sith.

A Master Uther likes to hang out in the Catina. The plans was to show the medallions, weasel in then leave. Master Kriea gave them four hours; after the time is up, they have to meet at the ship.

Malak strode forward, with Revan trailing slightly. Since Malak was imposing and Revan was not, it was decided that Malak did all the talking. Besides Revan may have not changed that much, and the instructor may know how he looked like.

"Don't disturb me Jedi." Said the tattooed man. The word Jedi was spat out, in distain.

He then saw the medallions clenched in Malak's gloved hand.

"Ah, you have medallions, how curious. May I ask where did you get them."

"Got them from some students."

"Hm, I see. Do you wish to be a Sith. After all, that is why you are here, are you not?" Uther glanced at the shadowed figured behind Malak's giant frame.

"Who is your companion?" He gestured at Revan.

"A friend."

"Ah, Jedi padawans?" He had seen the braid that ran down Malak's shoulder and that of Revans.

"Yes."

"I see, ….Do you both wish to be Sith?" Uther had no problem with having Jedi padawans, sometimes the students had their master killed and they fall after such a traumatic event. To have two of them was …interesting.

"Yes." Was the answer from the tall figure.

"And you, young man?"

The young man shifted uneasily, "I don't know, Mac….are you sure?"

Mac, the big figure, nodded.

"Yes." The smaller figure said softly.

Uther noted that the smaller figure seemed shy and unsuited for the Sith lifestyle, but he felt the power that radiated from the smaller figure dwarfing the bigger one.

"So, are you ready?"

Both figures nodded. Uther stood up and walked towards the Academy. The recent batch
was completed with this duo.

He lectured the group of hopefuls, told them only one will pass this year, how to pass and then dismissed them.

The mystery of the younger person confused him, why was that person so familiar?

Beep Beep

Uther glanced at the console in his room and noted a message from Lord Revan. He hastily answered the message.

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Revan and Malak were shown two rooms, side by side. After the guard left, the two visibly relaxed.

"Dang, Revan….this is really bad." They were in Revan's room.

"Yeah, I know," said Revan downcast. Seeing all this future Sith in training, and the feeling of the darkside made Revan ill.

"Revan, how much time do we have left?"

"Two hours, want to scout around a bit?"

"Sure,….wonder why they didn't want us to cut our braids?"

Revan shrugged and the two parted ways. Malak went one way, Revan the other.

Revan walked around, counting all the students and guards. Many of the students barely had a drop of power; they had anger but no power.

However, the darkside that surrounded this place was clouding his vision, and his ability to listen to the force. Before he knew it, he was lost.

Revan turned his head and tried no to look confused. He was at a secret hanger. Different from the spaceport Czerka had, more personal.

Hearing the sound of an engine, Revan almost fled, but remembered that he was a 'Sith' and had authority.

Guards emerged from the ship and walked by him, they saluted but ignored him.

Then more guards dragged some people down with them.

They were Jedi, one was a male twi'lik. He looked like master Zhar but defiantly was not him. Two knights followed, one male and one female, both human. Then a smaller figure was dragged after them. A padawan, just like him. No more, came after the padawan.

The Jedi were bruised and unconscious, but relatively alive.

Revan watched as they were dragged away, his heart thumbing a mile a minute.

Quickly contacting his master, he relayed the situation to her.

"What are we going to do?"

"Nothing."

"What! Why?"

"We cannot interfere."

"Yes, we can. We have to."

"No, you cannot Revan.'

"Yes, we could set up a distraction and get them to safety."
"That plan is flawed, it's too dangerous."

"I know, but….Master."

"Revan…you will probably do it anyway."

"Sorry master but as a Jedi I have to save my fellow Jedi. No matter what."

"Very well, I'll be ready to take of; you have to make a reliable plan with Malak. When you get one, tell me."

"Kreia out."

Revan held the communicator and sighed. First, he needs to find Malak, then a reasonable plan. Revan sighed again, this was bad he thought. The Jedi that were captured will probably get tortured and all sorts of bad things. Who knows what will happen?

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