Star Wars: The Dark Empire
Episode 2 - Jenesis
Part 4 - The First Massacre
Telrahvin, Bruban city
On the top of one of the tallest buildings in Bruban, a black-cloaked creature growled as she let her senses scour the surface of the planet. Her left-sided limbs were all mechanical, her arm long enough to reach the floor with its tripod grip. She was clothed in black cloth and silvery metal plates. Her face was half covered in a half mask, half of the one that had originally belonged to Darth Nihilis. The left eye underneath was covered in black cloth, she obviously could not use it. The right side revealed that she might once have been a woman of striking beauty, but what dark side ravages had not covered, burns had. Her remaining eye glowed with yellow irises, a few strands of her bleach-white hair hung in front of it.
She was Jezebel Torin, the Jedi exile. A woman who had given up her connection to the Force at the climax of the Mandalorian War, in order to save her life. She had later discovered that she had the ability to feed off the deaths of those she killed, absorbing the Force through them. This ability meant that she could grow far more powerful than any other normal Force user ever could, no matter their potential. That power that she would use to extract her revenge; against the one who had made her like this, Revan. Her only weakness was that her power slowly bled out of her, a problem that had been worsened by her terrible wounding at the self-destruction of the traitor GOTO.
Revan might know techniques for hiding his Force signature, but none could hide from her. She could shatter the most intricate Force-weaves with negligent ease. If he was on this planet, or in this system even, she would know soon enough. But there was no sign of him. Jezebel felt the rage boiling up from her stomach, this had been another false lead. She threw back her head and screamed.
Jaq Rand, the leader of her followers, came running out of the Ebon Hawk. "Milady, there's someone attempting to contact us on our secure line."
Jezebel frowned, the Ebon Hawk was a smugglers vessel, and outfitted with countless parts by its various shady owners to make it more useful for their nefarious purposes. The secure line could not possible be accessed without the proper codes, Jezebel herself had not been able to use the line. The only one who could possibly have activated it was the one who had set the code in the first place. And she had a strong suspicion who that was. She walked quickly back to the Ebon Hawk.
She passed a few of her newest recruits on her way to the ship, they quickly scrambled out her way, bowing in deference. Since her recovery she had come to value being able to rely on underlings to do her killing for her, and so had launched into a vicious recruitment campaign. She would hunt down Force-sensitives, and kill them if they would not join her. Her numbers had increased so substantially that there was now not enough room in the Ebon Hawk to accommodate them all, she would have to find other craft. Entering the ship, she went straight to the holo-generator.
The blue projected image of a robed man stood before her. Although his only his chin and mouth were exposed though his hood, Jezebel knew precisely who it was. "Revan," she growled, "where are you?"
Revan gave a smile, it looked forced. "Far away from you, Jez. But my name is Never, Revan is someone who I once was, but not any more. Speaking of names, have you changed your name to Darth something-or-other yet?"
"Cute," Jezebel snorted, "Remember Revan, it was you who invented that title." The former Dark Lord started to deny it, she cut through his protests with a loud "You may call me 'Milady'. How long must we continue this game Revan, you know how it has to end."
"Then so long as I keep on playing, I live," he said simply.
"Then I will simply have to corner you," said Jezebel, "or take someone you love hostage. I know all about your Bastila, Revan, I heard she even bore your child." Although his face remained impassive, the sudden stiffness in Revan's posture gave away a weak point. "I'm tired of chasing your shadow, Prodigal knight," she sneered at the title, "you can either come out and face me, or watch those you love die."
"You'll never get to them," he said, trying to sound confident, his voice though was wavering with uncertainty. Ever so slightly, but Jezebel's highly attuned senses could pick up more than the most highly trained Jedi Masters.
"Won't I," said Jezebel, suppressed rage dripping off every word. "You'd be amazed at what I can do, after what you did to me on Malachor V."
Revan looked genuinely pained as he tried awkwardly to apologize. Jezebel cut him off, "Silence, Revan. You don't mean any of it, and don't tell me again that you've changed, because even if you have; I don't care. We both know that you are only trying to scavenge survival for your scrawny hide. You discarded me with the rest of the garbage then, all I'm doing now is returning the favour."
"Jezebel, there is a threat approaching the Republic far greater than the Mandalorians, far more terrible and powerful than anything we have ever faced."
"You will refer to me as 'Milady'. And why should I care about the Republic either, what did they ever do for me?"
Revan's voice was gaining in volume, and desperation. "The true Sith are coming, they are the ones that made the Mandalorians invade. And now they come to bring in an era of absolute darkness."
"Then if they cross my path, I will destroy them as well," Jezebel stated bluntly. "And even if they manage to kill me; which is highly unlikely; I don't really care, as long as I get you first."
He shook his head sadly, giving up. "Then you are vengeance incarnate, there's nothing I can do or say to reason with you."
"Finally, some sense out of you," said Jezebel dryly, "Now why don't I show you what I'm capable of. Be sure to watch holo-net tonight. Because this will be happening everywhere I go until you present yourself to me."
"What are you going to do?" said Revan in quick alarm, but Jezebel had had enough of talking to him, and switched off the holo-generator.
"Visas, Jaq," she called, "Get the others ready, we have work to do. And unshackle Hanharr, he'll enjoy this."
--
Bruban city shook as yet another massive blast sent speeders and sentient beings flying and buildings toppling. Everywhere was mayhem and destruction, hundred story buildings ripped up from their foundations and smashed into others. Bodies lay everywhere, scattered like broken toys around and in the rubble. Mad laughter once again shook the city. The power flickered, and then went out, the heat of the city immediately dropping while everything went totally black.
The explosions continued though. The survivors huddled together in the cold, and prayed for the demon to go.
--
Mid-rim space
Never shook with shock and horror as he stared at the holo-generator. He could see initial reports of what was happening on Bruban city, things did not look good. Already there were an estimated five million dead. Five million, killed by just one person! It was horrific, and knowing Jezebel's vampiric abilities she would have sucked the life force from every one that she had killed, and likely have more than doubled in power as a result. If the combined might of the Jedi could have defeated her before, they certainly couldn't now. The only ones who could take her on now were the Sith empire, but knowing Jezebel's disposition she was as likely to side with them as ignore or fight them.
He felt so useless as he watched the numbers of confirmed deaths slowly rise. It had already climbed over the one million mark, and Jezebel had only left Telrahvin just over an hour ago. Apparently she had also taken over a score of prisoners, and two extra small frigates besides her original. Her reasoning was obvious, her captives had enough Force-potential to bind to her, and the extra ships were because she couldn't house them all on the Ebon Hawk. Jezebel was building her own private Elite army, all bound absolutely to her will, and trained in the Jedi arts.
His holo-generator flared beside him, and Never breathed with relief. Finally he was receiving a response. The images and statistics of Bruban winked out, replaced by a blue image of Marka at the centre of the generator, somewhat smaller than life-size. Never knew that in reality Marka was only a shade shorter than him, while being slightly more solidly built. His scratch-scars on left side of his face were the only immediately noticeable difference between his and Never's face.
"I trust there is a good reason why you contacted me at this hour, Revan," said Marka coldly, scowling at him. He was wearing a gown, and looked as though he'd been woken up.
Never took a deep breath to calm himself after being addressed like that. It didn't help that he was already stressed from his conversation with Jezebel. Marka still seemed to react very much like a Sith when he was in a bad mood. His action wasn't lost on the other, who sighed and also seemed to get his displeasure under control.
"Call me Never, I'm not Revan anymore. Have you seen the recent reports?" Never asked.
"Its my last night with my wife before I leave," said Marka, "She almost didn't let me take your call."
Never's jaw clenched as he processed the other man's statement. A sharp sense of jealousy threatened to rise to the surface; he hadn't seen his wife for nearly six years. Thinking about her made him remember what Jezebel had threatened, and the fear returned. "Did Bastila make it to you, is she safe?" he asked anxiously.
"I haven't checked, she should have arrived a few hours ago," said Marka grumpily, "Please tell me that you didn't just call to check if she…"
"Marka, Jezebel leveled a city on Telrahvin." he cut in.
The other man was silent for a moment, "Is it bad?"
"Is there such thing as a good attack? Perhaps five million dead. That's not all, Jezebel seems to be building a private force."
Marka shrugged, "They are of no consequence. My apprentices will cut right through them."
"She already has thirty or more, by the time face her she could have over a hundred. Regardless how good your apprentices are, they can't fight so many."
"Then I'll just need support."
"Are you seriously still planning to go after her?" Never's jaw twitched. It had been his idea for Marka to do it, but seeing now what she was capable of he didn't think he would even stand a chance. "Even if you had a hundred Jedi at your back, it wouldn't make a difference"
Marka's eyes widened at Never's statement, the blood draining from his face in an expression of absolute shock. Then he shook his head, seemingly regaining his composure. "Nevertheless, she must be dealt with. And don't doubt that this task is no harder than the one I set you."
"Korgul," said Never, "Was it him on Alderon?" Something about his last statement had hit Marka, hard, what was it?
"Either him or an imitator. It would have to have been good one too, as a Sith master's apprentice I studied his style. Everything about the attack matches him, the explosion was a bit extravagant but he has been known to do that in certain situations. But nobody in the Republic has ever heard of Korgul, so it must be either him or one of his Phantoms pretending to be him. Either way, Korgul is definitely here and active."
Hugas had appeared in the room. Never beckoned him closer and showed him Marka. "This is Hugas, my apprentice. He'll be guarding my back when I take on Korgul."
Marka looked him up and down critically, "He's rather large for a Jedi,"
Hugas growled, Never placed a hand on his shoulder to stop him from saying anything. "He has come a very long way, Marka, and could well surpass even me with Force-power." His blue eyes were hard as ice as he defended his padawan.
Marka was nonchalant. "That will not help against Force-dead assassins, I hope he's good with a lightsaber."
To that Never had no answer. He knew that Hugas would never be a blade master, no matter how hard he tried. It just wasn't in him. Understanding flickered in Marka's eyes, and his expression darkened.
At that point another image joined Marka's, it was a stunning young woman with long curling hair dressed in an identical gown to Marka's. Hugas' eyes widened as he let out an audible gasp. Never had noticed during their time together that Hugas had a massive weakness for pretty women, far more than most men. Sadly, he was basically an ugly man, and would be lucky to attract any woman to him. Never couldn't help but pity him. He discreetly pushed him out of the sensor range of the holo-generator, he didn't want Marka to see Hugas ogling his wife.
He recognised the woman with Marka as Kaya from his descriptions of her, he had never seen her before. She was undoubtedly lovely though, Marka was a lucky man. Doubly lucky to be bonded to her, able to know her as he knew himself. She had wrapped her arms around his chest from behind, he gave the first relaxed smile Never had ever seen from him. Nearby Hugas was scowling at the display.
"He really does look a lot like you," said Kaya, comparing the two men. Shrugging it off she said, "Will you be keeping my husband all night? He has important business to be attending to."
He couldn't be sure through the holo-image, but Marka seemed to be blushing mildly. Never could guess exactly what 'important business' she was referring to. Hugas was grating his teeth with jealousy. Never though was pleased to see the two of them together, she made Marka altogether more human, more happy. It reminded him of his time with Bastila before he had left her five years before.
Their meeting was basically over. But before they parted, Never gave a last parting plea, "Marka, I implore you. You know how much you love your Kaya, that is how much I love Bastila. Keep her safe, for me."
The other man nodded once before the image winked out. The holo-generator immediately flicked back to the reports on the Bruban massacre. The confirmed death toll had just risen over the two and a half million mark, with the estimated deaths now at five and a half million.
Never looked sadly at the numbers, which were steadily rising. He wondered sadly how many more innocents would die before it was over.
--
Coruscant, Underground safe-house
"Where could they be?" Darth Lignance was pacing, something he only did when he was stressed.
"Patience, Master," said one of the lesser Sith behind him. His other retainer smartly said nothing.
Lignance growled, turning to him threateningly. The other backed away immediately. He reframed from any violent act though, there were only just over a score of the hidden Sith, and it could take him years to train a replacement for that fool. Years that they did not have. It was a good thing that Lignance had to masquerade as a high-ranking Jedi most of the time, he was used to exerting iron control over his emotions.
The trapdoor above them opened, and the sound of steps down the stairway could be heard. Soon a tall slender man in black robes stood before him, flanked by two Sith retainers.
"Darth Feasance," Lignance acknowledged, looking up into his face. "What took you?"
"Just taking special care of some of my puppet senators who thought to break away in the last vote," Feasance said, casually disrobing and throwing his cloak to one of his retainers. "Its been a while, Darth Lignance."
Lignance nodded. Together they had seized the mantle of the Sith after the fall of Darth Traya just over a year ago. They hadn't seen each other since. "I have news of the true Sith."
Feasance laughed. "WE are the true Sith," he scoffed.
He seemed about to continue, but suddenly he was flying and falling backwards, landing hard on his back. His retainers immediately drew their lightsabers in alarm, but Lignance's harsh command prevented them from igniting. On the ground, Feasance gasped for air. A figure materialised, crouched above him with one hand at his throat. His entire body, even his head was covered a shimmering silver suit.
"Wrong," the suited man hissed softly in his face, "you are not even close, amateur. You may have some use to the Master, but only if you do what you're told."
"I never even felt your presence!" Feasance gaped and gasped for air, "That's impossible."
"Darth Feasance, let me introduce to you Korgul Juglur, the Dark Lords left hand." said Lignance.
Korgul straightened, and began to fiddle with something below his chin. "You two will refrain from ever referring to yourselves as 'Darth' ever again. There is only one who bears the title, the one who created it. And if he ever hears your blasphemy even I will not be able to save you." Lignance was quick to agree on their behalf.
Feasance got up, tested his neck and wincing. "How is it possible, I can't even sense him. And I should have sensed his stealth generator as well."
Lignance answered softly, "He's Force-dead. And I don't think he's using a stealth generator, its something else."
Korgul had plainly heard, and nodded, "Smart, I may have some use for you, despite your height." He removed his head covering, and all in the room made noises of shock. He was noticeably handsome, with smooth skin, a good jaw and short sandy hair. But his eyes were what caught their attention. They would have expected natural blues, greens and browns, or even Sith yellow. But they were totally unprepared for his blood red irises.
"Force, your eyes," exclaimed the Sith who had smart mouthed Lignance before. Before the sound of his voice died, blood splattered across the room, and Korgul was wiping his sword. The head bounced on the floor at that moment. Lignance shivered, the whole incident had taken less than a second, Korgul had moved too fast for them to see. Again, they hadn't felt a thing through the Force. It occurred to him that if he wanted Korgul could dispatch them all in seconds, by the expressions on the other Sith's faces they had also realized it. Korgul sheathed his sword, finished with cleaning it.
For the next few hours, Korgul mercilessly interrogated them about everything that they knew, and their position within the Republic and Jedi order. He seemed surprised that the attack on Alderon was being pinned on him, but did not dwell on it. In the end he decided that they were well placed, and could do a great deal to help the pre-invasion attacks.
"You will be my intelligence," he concluded, "You will make it your business to keep informed, and keep me informed. Nothing else, I don't want you to draw attention to yourselves. But I do want you to organise that war that you planned, I will reinforce the aggressors myself. When the true Sith take the galaxy you will be rewarded according to your performance. But be warned, every high level traitor in the empire's head has been severed by my hand, and every one of them was far more powerful than either of you. So don't get any ideas."
Hours later, when Korgul had left and they were finally convinced that he was gone, and not invisible in the room, Feasance said, "Do you think perhaps this alliance was a mistake?"
"It's not like we had any choice," sighed Lignance.
"Dammit, we had it all figured out," Feasance shouted suddenly, "With me controlling the politics of the Republic and you making the Jedi follow that sterile, emotionless path while destroying them from within; there would have been none who could have challenged our power."
"Things change," said Lignance evenly, "We just have to move with the times." It was true, his leadership position in the Jedi had been one of the major causes of its disbanding after the Jedi Civil War.
"I'd have conjured up that war with the Hutts to make the people follow me and give me an excuse to rearm," Feasance raved, "With Military might none could have opposed us, save the Jedi. And with their current reputation, even if they had reformed we could have accused them of some treachery and taken them all out."
Lignance had to agree, but in a different light. If it hadn't been for the 500 ex-Sith's coming to the Republic, the Jedi order would never have returned in force, if at all. Even if they had, Lignance would have slowly crumbled them into nothing like he had done before. If it hadn't been for the warnings of Marka and his cronies, the Republic would have never started pulling together on its own, there wouldn't be the massed reconstruction efforts. If it hadn't been for him, they would have absolute power in the Republic right now. They could take over the Republic even now, but then their ambitions would be exposed and the Jedi would lead an unstoppable rebellion.
In a sense though he had done them a favour. If they had been in power when the true Sith invaded they would have been overthrown and lost everything. At least now they could scavenge some scraps of power by going along with this 'Korgul' assassin. And they still had their contacts with the Hutts, which Korgul intended to use. Perhaps when the inevitable conquest of the Republic was over, they could both take steps to expand their power. Lignance smiled as he imagined himself as the emperor of both the Republic and the Sith empire. With Feasance as his apprentice of course, they both knew he was the more powerful of the two.
But first the Republic had to fall.
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Mid-rim space, the Ebon Hawk
"Jaq, Visas," said Jezebel "We have a come to a crossroads. We could either go to this planet where the Star Forge used to be, now that we have all the co-ordinates, and see what information about Revan we can dig up. Or we could go to Coruscant and attempt to abduct the Jedi Bastila, and use her as bait to reel him in. Let me hear your thoughts on the matter."
Visas raised her covered head, surprised that her opinion was being asked for once. "Milady, if we should take Revan's woman captive it would be very easy to lure him to us. But it may prove difficult, by all accounts she is one of the most powerful Jedi in the Republic, nothing on you of course, Milady. But it may take a while to infiltrate Coruscant, and she would most likely flee. It is very difficult to track a single sentient in a galaxy with trillions of them."
"That's where I come in," said Jaq boldly, giving a sweeping bow, "Milady, you are infinite power beyond compare. But you're rather conspicuous in your new attire."
He was referring to her robotic left side, a sore point for Jezebel. She felt her anger begin to rise, despite his extravagant compliment.
"Fortunately, I have just the skills you need," Jaq continued, "Give me one of the ships, and I shall hunt down Bastila myself, and bring her to you alive. You meanwhile will be free to explore this 'Star Forge' world."
Jezebel nodded after thinking about it, "That could work. Visas, stop twitching your neck and tell us what's on your mind." Visas had a habit of doing that when there was something she wanted to say.
"Bastila could overpower Jaq and use him to extract your location so that the Jedi could hunt you down," said Visas.
"They'd die," Jezebel said, shrugging. "There's none who could face me."
"Even still, I think I should go with Rand, just the two of us. Together, Bastila would stand no chance against us, and my Force-sight would be very useful in tracking her down."
Jezebel smiled. Those were all valid points, and because they had been with her so long she wasn't afraid to let them out of her sight, now that they were so tightly bonded to her. But she knew the true reason they wanted to go together was that they had become lovers during her incapacitation. While upon finding out she had seethed with rage and jealousy, in the end reason prevailed. Despite her power, she still needed both of their skills. She couldn't really blame Jaq, with her disfiguring injury there was no way that they could come together as a man and woman, and Visas had most likely felt lonely. They had been cooped together for a very long time, alone except for the mad wookie Hanharr, so it was only natural. Since it bound them even more tightly to her, she permitted their little deception. She didn't have to like it though.
"Very well then," she allowed, "but if you do not succeed, the consequences will not be pleasant." she gave a short laugh, "For you, that is."
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The Intangible, Coruscant Orbit
Korgul strode down the line of twenty-four Phantoms, who stood smartly to attention in full battle gear. Although every one of them was dressed in the same skin-tight grey uniform and armour and each had the same .03 Bystander sniper laser-rifle slung over their right shoulders, every one was equipped with different close-range weapons.
At his command, they presented them, in combat position. Some bore blaster pistols, all of different caliber; most had opted for swords or bladed staffs. A few had axes and daggers, one muscular phantom even carried a massive sledge hammer, with a spike fitted on its head. Four had truly exotic weapons, perhaps not as effective as the conventional ones, but useful since most opponents would have no idea how to face them. One bore large wrist-blades, they followed the length of his forearm and extended a further half meter. The second had what appeared to be a staff with spikes on either end, those spikes could be fired off at high velocity at a flick of a switch, and the staff stored plenty of reloads inside. Another carried a bunch of large serrated circular blades, when shot through the launcher mounted on his arm in confined area's they would bounce from wall to wall until they imbedded themselves into something. The last had possibly the strangest armament, two half-moon blades about forty centimetres in length that he gripped in the centre. He also carried a selection of smaller poisoned half-moon blades in his belt, those were for throwing.
Satisfied that all were ready, Korgul put them at ease and addressed them. "Our plans have changed. I have contacted our potential allies, and they are amenable. They do have a few conditions though. Instead of eliminating our targets on Coruscant, we will be giving them some time. They have given us the locations of the various academies that they still know the location of," Korgul snarled with anger, "Unfortunately for us, they are in the process of moving most of them to other planets, and the only ones with the complete list of the new academies is the one who came up with them, Laman, the one we now know was the Equilium of the Greys; and a woman called Bastila, who is the Grandmaster of the Jedi. The hidden Sith in the council has no way of getting access to them."
"The only other one who could have it is the traitor Marka, who apparently has been given the rank of Battlemaster of the Jedi, and is overseeing the new academies. If at all possible, we must take one of these three captive. If we can destroy these academies, the coming invasion will be unstoppable, so this must take highest priority. At the same time, remember, our mission is to eliminate Marka Cabanic; but his capture could be even more beneficial to our cause in light of this. So his capture of higher priority, but only if we can't get either of the others.
The anger had been dripping off his voice when he had talked about Laman and Marka, casting a meaningful look at his twenty-four subordinates Korgul finished.
"We are to draw the Jedi into the open when we attack the academy. Our first stop is the polar reaches of Telos."
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A/N: So there they are, the antagonists of Jenesis. Korgul Juglur - the Dark Lord's left hand, his personal assassin. Jezebel Torin - The Jedi Exile, a Force-vampire with almost unlimited power. Feasance and Lignance - The leaders of the hidden Sith.
Well, I'm sure you can see by now that I am working towards a climactic finish. For the sake of clarity, I am now going to list all the original KOTOR and KOTOR2 characters, and how they fit into my story. (VI) very important character, probably a main character, there is a lot of focus on them in the story. (I) important character, there is some focus on this character. (N) negligible importance, this character will be in the background and have almost no focus shifted upon them. (D) dead/destroyed.
KOTOR
Revan's crew
Revan (VI)- Revan currently goes by the name of Never Oneiro, for reasons that will be explained later in the story. He left the Republic six years ago to combat the threat of the true Sith, and succeeded in creating a lot of friction there by inspiring a rebellion against Sith oppression. After the rebellion was crushed, he used his contacts to help Marka to escape Sith space, and returned to the Republic. He is still in hiding though, because Jezebel is out vengeance for what he did to her on Malachor V. He has made a pact with Marka to hunt down Korgul, in exchange for Marka doing the same thing to Jezebel.
Bastila (VI)- Bastila married Revan before his departure, and bore him a son after he left, who remains to be seen in the story. She trained Kaah Ohtok, Dustil and Mira Onasi during her time in hiding, and was instrumental in the Rescue of O'Dus. She is currently the grandmaster of the Jedi order.
Carth Onasi(I)- Carth featured in 'Exodus' as the Republic admiral who led the fleet that rescued the ex-Sith from O'Dus. He was unofficially ousted by the more capable Florien Lorn, and was bitter about that. Both men have yet to be seen in 'Jenesis'.
Mission (I)- Mission is married to prominent Jedi master and Council member Kaah Ohtok. They have a young son, Valor, who has yet to be seen. She took part in the Rescue of O'Dus, working as the chief technician on the flagship 'Archon', and was responsible for one of the battle's greatest turning points. She has yet to be seen in 'Jenesis'. Her rank in 'Exodus' was captain.
Zalbaar (N)- Has yet to feature.
Jolee Bindoe (N)- Has yet to feature, this hasn't been mentioned yet, but he has been serving as a Jedi Master in one of the academies, and will become the master in charge of the new Kashyyk academy.
Juhani (D)- Never received information stating that she was killed on Dantooine by Jezebel or one of her supporters.
Other Characters
Dustil Onasi (I)- The only son of Carth. He was trained by Jedi master Zez-kai Ell on Nar Shaddar some time after being redeemed by Revan. After his masters untimely death at the hands of Jezebel, he healed Mira's wounds, and later married her. The two of them were trained by Bastila, and later involved in the rescue of O'Dus. Mira was killed by Jadan during the fight on the surface, and since then Dustil has been consumed by grief and anger, driving him to extremes in his training in the hope of killing as many Sith as possible. He was seen as something of a liability as a trainer, with his short fuse, and was sent to specialized training under Ramon Naj.
Vandar Tokare (I)- Vandar is one of the few original members of the Jedi council that survived. He still commands a great deal of respect from other Jedi, few would dare challenge him on anything.
Forn Dodona (N)- After retiring from her prestigious position in the military, Dodonna entered the political arena. That she was successful is evident, for she now holds the position of Minister of Defence. In this trying time though, it is unlikely to be an easy role to fill.
Yuthora Ban (N)- After wandering the galaxy for many years, Yuthora returned to the Jedi order upon its reforming, and was given the position of Council member. Her influence there is very muted though, looked down from one side for having fallen to the dark side, and looked down from the other for not having been a true Sith. Her position was given mainly to help persuade the Dark Jedi who had followed Darth Malak to return to the order.
KOTOR2
Exile's crew
Jezebel Torin (VI)- The Exile has been wrecking destruction wherever she goes, determined to exact her vengeance on Revan. She has taken to looking for the Star Maps, in the hope of finding some clue to his whereabouts. Due her destructive rampage, she was betrayed by some of her crew, most notably by GOTO. His self-destruction destroyed her left side, and burned the rest of her body. She was healed and made mechanical parts by Suvam Tan, in gratitude she killed him. Since her recovery she has redoubled her efforts to hunt him down, and decimated the city of Bruban to make a point. It is likely that this massacre will be the first of many.
Mical Aurain (VI)- Mical was the only one to escape Jezebel's influence. He did so with the help of Bao-Dur, who was killed during their escape. Mical took his blue lightsaber as a memento, it now makes up half of his double-bladed lightsaber. He founded the Telos polar Jedi academy with Brianna, after saving her life. He was also involved in the Rescue of O'Dus, he made the most decisive difference of any of the Jedi there besides Bastila, managing even to kill a Sith during the fight on the surface. Since the reform of the Jedi order he has been appointed as a Council member. He is currently investigating the possibility of Sith insurgents in the Chancellors box, and wishes to make his feelings known to Brianna.
Atton 'Jaq' Rand (I)- Jaq is the leader of Jezebel's followers, still retaining most of his personality even after being bonded to her for so long. He was Jezebel's lover during 'Exodus', but ever since she took terrible damage at the hand of GOTO it has been physically impossible for them to come together, and Jaq has moved on to Visas. He has currently been tasked with abducting Bastila.
Visas (I)- Visas has followed Jezebel for a long time now, totally swearing herself to the other's cause. She has recently begun a relationship with Jaq, and will accompany him in abducting Bastila.
Hanharr (N)- The mad wookie is still with Jezebel. He is mostly restrained until it is time to kill.
Canderous Ordo, Mandalore (N)- Has yet to feature.
Bao-Dur (D)- Bao-Dur was mortally wounded by HK-47 while he attempted to escape Jezebel with Mical. He did manage to destroy the killer droid before he died in Mical's arms.
HK-47 (D)- The assassin droid was destroyed by mortally wounded Bao-Dur while attempting to halt their escape. His legs and retractably-clawed feet, the largest part of him remaining, were taken by Mical. They are now Marka's artificial legs.
T3-M4 (D)- The droid was destroyed in a fit of rage by Jezebel. Ironically, if she had taken the time to investigate him properly, he contained many of the clues about Revan's whereabouts that she was tearing the galaxy apart to find.
GOTO (D)- GOTO came to the (correct) conclusion that Jezebel was destabilizing the Republic by her actions. He tried to kill her, and was badly damaged. His proton detonator went off as a result, destroying him and nearly killing Jezebel.
Other Characters
Brianna Kae (I)- Brianna survived Jezebel's assault on the Telos, and recovered under Mical's care. She founded the Telos academy with him later, and took part in the Rescue of O'Dus. She was promoted to Jedi Master some time after that, and is currently the second in charge of the Telos academy.
Mira Onasi (D)- Mira was killed by Jadan Iscarn during the Rescue of O'Dus.