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The New Threat

Chapter 1: The First Wave

Disclaimer: I own nothing. The works of Halo (characters and weapons) go to Bungie, while KotOR (same thing) go to LucasArts. Some elements were used in compliance with Gipper 40's story, and that doesn't belong to me either.

Revan dove to the right, nearly oblivious to the fact he had saved himself. The red-violet rounds being aimed at him scorched the wall behind him, blackening the durasteel frame and causing flames to eat at the carpet. Revan jumped up at the vehicle, slashing a hole into the vehicle with his lightsaber. He landed inside... in a gathering of aliens.

Revan stood up, looking around. The aliens, some short and stocky while others tall and well-built;although with split-lips, were grasping their weapons, glowing of plasma. Revan's lightsaber hand twitched, but didn't show any movement.

Quickly, Revan pulled a concussion grenade from his belt, used the Force to prime it, and threw it down, jumping up through the hole he made. The aliens, startled, tried to shoot Revan down, but they all missed. The grenade set off, stunning all the aliens inside. Revan came back down into the vehicle and unleashed a devastating field of energy, sapping the lives of the aliens. They shriveled up as if decrepify-ing faster than the mind can process, then dying. Revan carried this energy and focused it in his left palm, a swirling ball of purple energy outside and jumped back to the Jedi Temple, throwing the energy mass at the vehicle.

The ball collided with the turret as it was about to shoot at Revan, resulting an a catastrophic explosion, glaring yellow before the vehicle exploded into multiple bits and pieces, falling into the depths of Coruscant. Revan walked to the edge and watched them fall before unleashing a wave of Force to smother the flames. Then he turned to the leftward corridor to his room.

A pile of short aliens soaked in neon blue blood marked his room's entrance. Revan looked inside to see T3 with his blaster pistol drawn, a stream of steam snaking from its barrel. "You did that?" Revan asked. T3 beeped in confirmation. "Yeah, you go keep my stuff safe then."

"Beep! Beep beep boop beep! Wert frotz bee..." T3 droned, causing Revan to turn around. A tall building, the Primary Communications Tower, was enveloped in a bright light, its frame falling from the blast radius. Revan's eyes grew surprised at the light.

"A bomb..." he said. "Oh, Force forbid..."

He turned running into the corridor, headed toward the Archives room. Sounds of battle grew more prominent as he neared the area; it was most likely the focal point of invasion. Revan burst through a door, startling a pack of Short-and Stockies. They started to open fire, only to have been reflected by Revan's cyan lightsaber, Mantle of the Force. The aliens were dead in seconds. Revan jumped past the bodies, forging forward.

In the other corridor, a Jedi Padawan; identified by his hair braid; was barely fending off a Splitlip alien. The Splitlip was holding a strange dual-bladed sword-like weapon, glowing and crackling with energy. When the lightsaber and the sword-weapon met, it resulted in a flash of sparks.

"Get down!" Revan called, causing the Padawan to duck down, away from a sword thrust. Revan then swept his hand, the Force pushing the Splitlip out the window with a 'raow?'.

"Thank you, Master Revan," the Padawan said. "They came out of nowhere. Many of them are gathered at the Archives room; I overheard them finding information and came here hoping to find someone who could do something."

"They're showing no mercy," Revan stated. "You go on somewhere safe, I'll deal with them." The Padawan bowed quickly before darting away. Revan walked forward, engaging into stealth mode. His body soon became transparent, only a wavy outline of his body seen.

He walked forward, stepping softly to not make any sound. He saw a Short-and-Stocky outside the Archives room, seated on the ground and mumbling to itself. "Dabrr, dabrr... how come I have to guard the outside...? At least they give me a better weapon or something. Besides, there's no one even here...!" Revan seized this opportunity to grasp the alien by the mouthpiece and shove a tanto, a miniature lightsaber knife, into its head. Revan used the Force to staunch the bleeding and close the wound. He positioned the alien to make it appear it was sleeping.

Step one... Revan told himself, kill the door guard: complete. Step two... obliterate the enemy, quietly...

He slipped inside the open doors and saw Splitlip aliens at the Archive computers, tapping away at the keyboards and taking numerous datapads. One Splitlip was delved entirely into the computer, and so Revan easily dispatched of the lone alien, the tanto's contact with the Elite pierced its shields, causing them to flicker before the Elite fell. Revan ended that procedure with closing up the wound and propping up the Elite to be looking at the computer by using the Force to change the shape of the bones in its back. There were three more instances before another Splitlip, but red and gold with a different headpiece, stepped into the room and kicked over a "dead" Splitlip. The alien hit the ground with a crack.

The Splitlip then raised his head and made a bobbing movement with its head. It seemed to be sniffing the air, because he stopped after a minute. It took a small dumbbell from its leg and brandished the double-pronged sword weapon.

"Human," it called, looking directly at Revan, "you should be flattered by my words. You have used tactics unlike the ones we have faced before. Your species is very flexible; some create bullets of an alloy we know little about, while your technology is significantly similar to ours'. But enough games: we shall settle this once and for all. Thanks to the bastard Grunt, you were able to stall us... but by having you removed, success shall come to the Covenant and the Sangheili, the Elites as called by our previous human adversaries.

"Come, Demon, and show me your dance." The Elite tossed another dumbbell-hilt at Revan. Instead of catching it, Revan disengaged stealth and cleaved it with a lightsaber thrust.

"I have my own weapon," Revan said, shifting to the opening Juyo stance. "And I am more than deserving of the title Demon." He pointed Mantle of the Force at the Elite and returned to his stance. "Now, shall we cross blades?" The Elite's lip curled, as though smiling or growling in anger of his destroyed weapon.

The two stepped forward until they were some ten meters from each other. "I have inspected your powers, Demon. They are unfair, and do not try to dishonor this battle by harnessing that."

"I can hold you to not drawing a firearm," Revan replied, launching a two-armed attack at the Elite's head. The Elite dodged the swing and brought his sword at Revan's head, only brushing against his hair. Revan swung at the Elite's legs, but was blocked by the sword, carried in only one hand. And that was augmented by the Force!

Revan jumped back, gaining distance into preparing a Djem So stance, the melee variation of the Shien stance. The Elite stomped forward, bringing the blade down upon Revan's head. Revan slightly moved to dodge it, then cut at the Elite's neck from the backside. The Elite rolled forward to dodge.

Revan, having seen his chance, shifted into the Ataru stance and started with trying to disarm the Elite. The alien focused on dodging and parrying more, trying to tire Revan out. Revan locked both hands on Mantle of the Force and used the Force to augment his attack. The Elite quickly brought his sword to block, but the results were more than what Revan expected.

When Mantle of the Force crashed into the Elite's sword, the sword blade was smashed into myriad fragments, nothing but a dumbbell hilt left. Revan only took a fraction of a second to assess the damage, then drove Mantle of the Force into the Elite's chest, singeing through the Elite's armor, skin, and heart; causing a slow death. Arcs of plasma jolted off the Elite's armor. The Elite coughed up a globule of purple blood. "Demon..." it wheezed. "This is not the end of us... The Covenant... shall have... its revenge! And my... brethren will destroy you... I may have failed... but you have lost..." The Elite lifted a small device, lights coursing around the edges. "Your world... in smoke... For our Great Rebirth!" It pushed a switch, took its last breath, and died.

Explosions rocked the floor beneath Revan's feet, him expecting the building roof to come falling down. He pulled his lightsaber out of the corpse and looked outside, multiple bursts happening at various buildings: the Republic Executive Building, the Monument Plaza, and the University of Coruscant to name a few.

But Revan's expectations of the Jedi Temple's destruction wasn't happening. He looked around, seeing the odd purple ships retreat into space, an outline of a large ship in space. He walked down the Archives room to the opposite doors to see a large, round object decorated in spikes. T3-M4 stood at the base of the bomb, whirring away. The astromech droid beeped in enthusiasm.

"You stopped the bomb from detonating?" Revan asked incredulously.

"Beeep beep!" T3 cried out.

"Time left?"

"Beep beep boop bee. Bop boop."

"Wow..." Revan thought, using the Force to hold the bomb. It was surprisingly heavy. "Well... gotta make this quick! You can let go, T3." The astromech droid retracted its access needle, and Revan pulled the bomb through the doors and tossed it out the window with a crash. Three seconds into gravity's pull, it detonated, the blast causing Revan's hair to be swept back, and he had shield his eyes from the glare. A deafening roar entered his ears.

The light dimmed although Revan's ears were still ringing. His eyes adjusted, he compensated by rubbing them. He looked at the astromech droid next to him. "Good work." T3 cried a series of beeps and boops, glad it was helpful. "Show me the schematics of the Jedi Temple. Show status areas." T3's camera visor ejected a hologram picture of the Jedi Temple, colors washing in. Green for intact, yellow for unstable, red for very unstable, and black for destroyed. Most of the outer frame was destroyed, but the meditation room, the training room, and the Jedi Council Chambers were left intact. The Archives room, some dorm rooms, and the Maps Room was shaded yellow.

"All surviving Jedi Knights and Padawans," called the voice of Kaoru Bate, the Jedi Grandmaster, over the communications speakers, "report to the Jedi Council Chambers. All Jedi Knights and Padawans."

"A gathered Jedi meeting," hummed Revan. "T3, stay here and watch for any stragglers. If you see any, take them out." T3 answered with an affirmative beep. Revan started for the Jedi Council Room, unsure of the news that awaited the Order.

AN: I'm sorry I have not updated in so long. There's all this school stuff happening, and not much time to write this Fic... for now...

I will try to write more, and will, if I find time. Please Review! That may help me get the next chapters up faster. I have many plans for this fic.

Thank you in advance,

Kai