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Spells or Force Powers
Chapter 11: Shadows Behind the Throne
August 17th, 2007
Ministry of Magic, London UK
Just as Revan finished speaking, the doors to the Wizengamot chamber burst open and a large force of Death Eaters charged into the room. Voldemort had decided to try and eliminate the leaders of the wizarding society and had ordered Mulciber to take 15 Death Eaters to storm the Wizengamot chamber at the Ministry. They were to kill as many of the delegates as possible and then retreat. With their contacts in the Ministry itself, they were able to disable the anti-portkey wards surrounding the chamber, but not within it.
Seconds after the doors blew inward; Dumbledore reacted and sealed him and the delegates behind a shimmering blue shield. Though he did not do it on purpose, he had effectively left Revan outside the shield to deal with the Death Eaters on his own. James tried to reach Revan but was unable to get through the shield either physically or with magic.
James glared at Dumbledore "You incompetent old fool, you have sealed us in this bubble of your and left my son out there fend for himself."
"Now James, I realize you are upset but someone had to act to protect the delegates." Dumbledore said reasonably. Secretly he hoped that Revan would be rescued by the Aurors showing the delegates that there was no need to change the law and allow the Unspeakables to act on British soil. If necessary, he would act to save Revan, after all he was their only hope against Voldemort.
"Did it ever occur to you to help fight off the Death Eaters rather than hide behind this shield and let them do god knows what to everyone else? I swear that if my son is injured in any way because of your cowardice, I will spend the rest of my life bringing you down!" At that moment an explosion echoed off the walls of the chamber and debris flew into the shield.
While Dumbledore and James were arguing, Revan had never hesitated. He pulled his light saber from his harness and flipped it on. The red beam sprang to life and was enough to stun the Death Eaters for a few seconds. Though most had read the Daily Prophet account of the last attack they did not believe or truly comprehend the descriptions of a light saber.
Most of the delegates stopped arguing when the saw Revan raise his saber above his head in a horizontal position with his opposite hand held out in front of him. Those closest to the front row could see little bolts of blue-white electricity arc between his fingers.
A hush seemed to fall over the chamber as everyone stared at Revan and Revan focused solely on the Death Eaters. He held his position preferring to let the Death Eaters make the first move so that there would be no question as to who was the aggressor. With the vote pending, anything could sway the decision one way or the other.
After what felt like hours but was really only seconds, Mulciber ordered his Death Eaters to attack. Streaks of green and crimson light flashed towards Revan accompanied by cries of Avada Kedavra and Crucio from the leading Death Eaters. The other Death Eaters further back in the group maneuvered themselves forward so that they could get a clear shot at Revan.
Revan dropped his saber arm, swinging the blade into the path of the incoming spells, deflecting them away. Before the Death Eaters had a chance to cry out their next spell, Revan dove to the side into a role away from the shield. Standing Revan once again raised his saber above his head in a ready position and threw his other hand forward. Crackling blue-white electricity coursed from his hand to the nearest Death Eaters. Two men screamed and collapsed to floor dead but still spasming violently as the electricity continued to course through their bodies.
Mulciber's body tensed with anger. This boy had just killed two of his men. Quickly he ordered his men to attack again but this time he also told select Death Eaters to aim blasting curses to either side of Revan in case he dodged. Again the green and crimson beams shot towards Revan's position. This time they were joined by azure beams as well.
In the time that Mulciber was coordinating his second attack, Revan embraced the force again and let it fill him and flow through him increasing his speed and reflexes. So that when the attack came, the spells seemed to crawl towards him at a snail's pace. Revan dove forward in a roll towards the Death Eaters and ended in a crouch, less than 2 feet away from Mulciber. The spells raced over his head to impact the spot where Revan had just been. From his crouched position Revan slashed his saber upwards at an angle as he returned to his feet.
Mulciber screamed in agony as Revan cut through his right leg at the knee and then his left leg mid-way up his thigh. Even as Mulciber collapsed to the floor, Revan spun in another attack slicing through his wand arm to leave him crippled on the ground. While the Death Eaters were momentarily stunned, he embraced the force once again and in a move that would have pleased Bastila greatly, reached out to the light side of the force and temporarily blinded the Death Eaters.
The remaining 11 Death Eaters began to panic rapidly losing what little discipline they had. Some began firing off spells in random directions. Dumbledore's shield shimmered as numerous Blasting Hexes and Reductos impacted it.
Revan simply watched from a crouched position near the Death Eaters in amusement before continuing his attack. Suddenly he sprang forward, his light saber a spinning blur as he deflected the random spells. Swinging his light saber with one hand, he decapitated the nearest Death Eater. At the same time, lightning sparked and flew from his other hand striking two more Death Eaters in the chest.
The sound of the lightning echoed off the walls and the shield further confusing the remaining Death Eaters. Two more Death Eaters had fallen after getting hit by the Avada Kedavra cast by other Death Eaters. The remaining Death Eaters had scattered further apart as they tried to retreat from Revan's attack.
As Revan was advancing on the next Death Eater, the blindness wore off. The Death Eaters blinked their eyes against the light now that they could see again. It was then that they realized that Revan had taken down more than half their numbers. At some unspoken signal, they started to retreat back through the door. The wards that were still in place prevented them from portkeying out of the chamber but if they could make it to the hall, they would be able to escape.
Revan was held back in his advance as the Death Eaters kept him too busy dodging or deflecting spells to press an attack. He smiled as he saw three of the Death Eaters disappear after stepping through the entrance. Rather than protect their comrades, they retreated immediately which left Revan with enough of an opening to press his attack once again. He reached out quickly with the force, and the three remaining Death Eaters were forcibly lifted from the floor while the last one escaped. Pausing for a second as if to consider what he should do with the men Revan then clenched and twisted his fist. The Death Eaters' heads twisted at an unnatural angle and their necks snapped.
Dumbledore frowned when he saw Revan finish off the remaining Death Eaters. It was clear that they were helpless so it wasn't necessary to kill them. Despite the potential repercussions, it may be necessary to use magic to alter his thinking if he continued to act in this manner. He would never make a suitable icon for the light otherwise. James broke him from his thoughts before he could come up with a suitable strategy.
"Dumbledore get this shield down now!" James ordered.
"Now James, your son is perfectly safe. You wouldn't want to endanger the delegates would you?" Dumbledore asked reasonably. He was hoping to stall for time and keep the delegates contained until the Aurors arrive. The Aurors may help him wrest control of the situation back from the Revan and the Unspeakables. If Revan was removed forcibly from the chamber it may swing more votes towards his side.
Another delegate spoke up, one who supported his position. "Dumbledore, please lower the shield. It is clearly not necessary. In fact, it was rather shameful that you refused to lower it to allow some of us to aid that young man in the first place." There were murmurs of agreement from many of the other delegates.
Dumbledore's frown deepened. "Very well Marcus but I fear the Death Eaters may return." Then he waved his wand and the shield shimmered for a moment before fading away.
As soon as the shield was down, James rushed over to Revan. He was soon joined by other wizards. "Revan are you ok?" His eyes followed Revan's line of sight to the unconscious form of Mulciber. James misinterpreted Revan's silence and added "He deserves everything he gets; don't feel guilty for any of this." He said with conviction. Murmurs of agreement could be heard from the other wizards present.
Revan looked at James, surprise clearly evident in his eyes. "I don't feel guilty. They attacked me after all." He said simply without a trace of guilt in his voice.
Revan pulled James to the side. "Perhaps it would be a good idea to call the vote now. With this attack and the fact that the Aurors have yet to show up, it should be a clear indication that a change is needed."
James studied Revan's face for a moment. It was a good idea but he was also concerned for his son. "Yes I agree, but you have to know that you are more important to me. You are not a method for me to get political change through."
Before Revan could react, James grabbed Revan in a tight hug and after releasing the younger man said "I love you. I spent 26 years with regrets and thoughts of what might have been. I have been given a chance at a life with my son again and I will not let it go. You may have to fight Voldemort in the end, but you won't be alone. I will be with every step of the way."
For a second so fast that James almost missed it, Revan's eyes flashed from their eerie gold color to the green he remembered so well. Then the gold was back but if one looked closely they would note a few flecks of green mixed in with the gold.
Revan was taken aback by the emotions pouring off his father. It had been a long time since he had felt such honest emotions and intentions aimed at him. He opened his mouth to speak only to close it again. Finally he said simply "Thank you."
James smiled broadly before calling out "Dumbledore, I suggest we finish this meeting. I believe we still have a vote to conduct."
Dumbledore felt his irritation rise but was able to maintain his grandfatherly façade. "Surely now is not the time for such a vote. Everyone needs time to recover from today's events."
Another of Dumbledore's supporters argued in support of the vote. "I think today's events make clear the need to vote today. Look at this mess, the Aurors have yet to arrive. You did nothing and we cowered with you behind your shield."
Dumbledore looked around and before he could respond another voice called out formally "I move that we bring the motion to a vote." The motion was quickly seconded leaving Dumbledore with no choice but to call a vote.
By an overwhelming majority, the Wizengamot voted to change the law. From that day forward, the Unspeakables had the authority to operate on British soil.
It was during the vote that a group of 4 Aurors finally arrived on the scene. Dumbledore glared at the men. Blaming them for the disastrous vote, Dumbledore glared at them and asked accusingly "Where have you been? We were under attack here, if it wasn't for my quick thinking many of the delegates could have been killed!"
Revan was highly offended by that statement. His eyes narrowed and his mouth tightened. James put a hand on Revan's should to calm him but Revan just shook it off. "Your quick thinking? Your quick thinking would have resulted in everyone's death. Would your little shield have held up under the combined attack of 15 men?"
"If it hadn't then the delegates would have fought back, but it wasn't necessary."
"It wasn't necessary because I took care of the problem for you. Those men…" Revan pointed to the scattered bodies of the Death Eaters "are no longer threats because I was willing to take action while you buried your head in the sand."
The Auror in charge, William Hart, realized that Revan was responsible for these deaths. He also recognized Revan from the Daily Prophet and knew his boss was just itching to throw the man in jail. "You, you're responsible for these men's deaths?"
"Of course I am who else was going to take care of this rabble with Dumbledore hiding behind his little shield?" Revan felt like he was in front of the Jedi Council again being faced with disapproval from those too mired in doubt and passivity to take action. Dumbledore was smirking at Revan's blunt honesty; surely it would be enough to have him thrown into Azkaban from which Dumbledore could seek to rehabilitate him.
William smirked and said "Great, I have you confessing to the crime. Aurors, arrest this man." William noticed that Dumbledore was smiling as well. Clearly he felt that Revan should be arrested.
Before James could even protest, 3 Aurors approached Revan with their wands drawn. Revan said coldly "I will kill you before I let you arrest me again. I allowed you to put me in a holding cell once. Never again will I allow you to do that."
He reached out through the force and plucked the wands from their hands. The Aurors stared at him as their wands floated quickly to Revan's outstretched hand. After releasing the force, he snapped the wands knowing that the men were virtually powerless without them. The Aurors paled realizing they were facing Revan now with no way to defend themselves.
"I find it interesting that you would even attempt to arrest a man that was simply defending himself. The Death Eaters attack me, I did not initiate anything. I believe that all of the delegates will tell you the same story."
Dumbledore spoke up. "I'm afraid I must disagree with you. You could have shown those men mercy. It wasn't necessary for you to kill them." He began to let some of his magic free in an attempt to intimidate Revan and the others into agreeing to his description of the events.
Revan answered obviously unimpressed by Dumbledore's show of power "It wouldn't have been necessary if you hadn't trapped everyone behind your shield and left me to fend off the attack alone. Unless you suggest that I should have sacrificed myself so that those dogs could have survived."
"Of course not, but no one deserves death. I'm afraid you are going to have to go with the Aurors. If you don't you will answer to me." Dumbledore said authoritatively and let the full force of his magic flare.
Revan's face lost all expression as he studied Dumbledore's display of magic. "You're pathetic old man. Those who follow you are even worse, blindly following an incompetent fool to their own destruction."
"I defeated the dark lord Grindewald. It is not for you to question the likes of me!" Dumbledore roared momentarily losing his grandfatherly persona. He drew his wand and prepared to direct his magic. A palpable feeling of power flowed off him even strong than before filling many of the delegates with awe and not an insignificant amount of fear at the display of magic.
Revan responded by embracing the force once more. As with the Aurors, he plucked the wand from Dumbledore's hand but this time simply crushed it while floating it in front of Dumbledore's face. Suddenly Dumbledore's arms and legs snapped tight to his body as Revan floated him off the floor. "What have you done since then old man? Oh wait, that's right you are a school teacher. It's a lot easier calling the shots from the sidelines isn't it?" Revan said snidely.
Dumbledore could do nothing more than glare down at Revan. Whatever power the man was using, it was more powerful than his magic. "In the name of cooperation, I will give you this one warning. Do not interfere with me or you will face the consequences. I have decided to help this pathetic world so you would be well advised to not make me regret that that decision. You don't want me as any enemy." This last was said in a voice so cold it would have frosted glass.
James grabbed Revan by the arm and led him from the room. Dumbledore continued to float helplessly in the air despite attempts by his supporters to cancel the spell. When James portkeyed they back to Potter Manor, Dumbledore was released and fell to the floor in an undignified heap.
From the back of the room, Martin of the Unspeakables had watched the proceedings with glee. Clearly he needed to speak with James. It was critical that Revan be given a position as an Unspeakable so that they could avoid these situations in the future.
Dumbledore was furious. How dare that brat treat him with such disrespect. He would need to get in touch with Lily. Together, they could come up with a way to incapacitate Revan so that Dumbledore could alter Revan's mind to better fit with Dumbledore's plans.
Potter Manor, Godric's Hollow UK
Bastila was sitting in the shade of a large oak tree near the front of the manor. While Revan and James were at the Wizengamot for the vote, she was meditating and centering herself. Since they arrived on this world, she had had to spend more time meditating, the presence of the dark side was overpowering at times. Today was different though, she had a clarity that she hadn't felt in a long time.
Contentment flowed through her. Revan had been moving slowly towards the grey. Despite the relative calm of the last two weeks, Bastila sensed darkness on the horizon. Dangers was coming, but try as she might, she couldn't penetrate the darkness to get a better sense of the threat. All she knew was that it was aimed at Revan and herself.
Her meditation was broken by the arrival of James and Revan at the manor entrance. Her hands straightened her clothes and brushed off any dirt and leaves from sitting underneath the tree. Feeling presentable, she made her way back into the manor to greet them.
As soon as she saw them talking in the entrance hall, she knew something had happened. Both men were tense and talking urgently in quiet whispers. Neither seemed injured in any way but Revan was clearly irritated with something. She walked over to them without either man noticing until she placed a comforting hand on Revan's shoulder.
She decided there was no sense in dancing around the topic and went for the direct approach. "What happened, did the vote not go as you hoped?"
James visibly tensed at the question. Clearly something had gone wrong. Bastila was surprised when Revan calmly answered "No, in fact the new law passed with a greater margin than we hoped."
Bastila let her hand fall from Revan's shoulder in confusion before asking "If the vote passed, than what happened?"
In a cold tone Revan answered "Death Eaters attacked before the vote could be taken. Dumbledore in all his wisdom" he said with a sneer, "decided to trap the delegates behind a shield leaving me to fight on my own."
Bastila felt a surge of anger and fear. The old fool had put Revan at risk. Fists clenched, she growled out "What the hell was he thinking? How many were there? Were you injured?" This last was said as she started running her hands over his body looking for any signs of injury.
Revan looked surprised at her show of concern. James was openly smiling at the normally reserved woman. Over the past two weeks, James had observed that the two had strong feelings for each other that they were either denying or were oblivious to.
James didn't bother to hide his smile as he answered "Supposedly, Dumbledore was concerned about the safety of the delegates. Personally, I think he was hoping that the Aurors would show up in time to save Revan and thus swing supporters his way."
"There were no Aurors?"
"No, they didn't show up until sometime during the vote about 15 minutes later. Of course then they tried to arrest me for defending myself." Revan said sarcastically.
"Surely they aren't that stupid, didn't they learn from the last time? How could they arrest someone for defending themselves?"
"Don't know, but they tried. Needless to say that I decided not to go with them and had a little argument with Dumbledore." Revan replied, a slight smile on his face and humor in his voice.
James snorted "Argument, sure you basically told him to go to hell. After that, I decided it would be best to make an exit and we left."
A high-pitched chirp came from Revan's pocket. Excusing himself, Revan pulled the communicator from his pocket and walked outside.
Bastila turned to James and said accusingly "Why didn't anyone help him? He shouldn't have had to face those men alone."
James sighed and responded "I know, a number of us argued with Dumbledore but he refused to drop the shield."
Face red with frustration, Bastila didn't even know what to say. The very situation was ridiculous. It was amazing that a so-called dark lord hadn't conquered them already given their insane viewpoint. Despite her anger and frustration with the situation, Bastila was concerned for Revan. "Are you sure he wasn't injured?"
"No he wasn't. It was like when I first met you. There were 15 men and Revan just mowed through. In the end 2 or 3 got away, one man survived though he may regret that and the rest are dead." James said with pride. Again, his son stood his ground and fought for a world he barely knew.
Something in James' description worried her a little. "What do you mean one may regret surviving?"
James shrugged and said "Revan cut off both legs and his wand arm with his light saber."
"That's it; he left him alive after that?" Bastila asked, hoping that Revan didn't torture the man. The other injuries were simply part of the battle and didn't concern her.
"Nope, once he was down, he moved onto the next Death Eater." James replied and was left wondering why Bastila looked so relieved at his answer.
Meanwhile outside the Manor
Revan began speaking into the communicator once he walked outside. He wasn't comfortable speaking with his men around James. There was too great a chance that once of his men could let something slip regarding his past.
"This is Revan go ahead."
A brief second of static was followed by the voice of Hetin. Hetin was fanatically loyal to Revan and had served as an engineer on his flagship for over a year. "Lord Revan, I am pleased to report that the communications array has been repaired."
"Excellent work Hetin. Program the system to emit a broad spectrum signal. I will encode it this evening when I return." Revan knew that a little praise from him was all that was needed to keep Hetin loyal. If only all his soldiers were so easy to keep in line. A frown marred his face as an image of Malak flashed from his memory.
Hetin spoke again, but this time there was a note of hesitation in his voice. "My lord, though I was able to complete the repairs, the ship does not have enough power to transmit past this system unless it is on a narrow beam."
Revan was undeterred. He had contingencies in place. He had scattered remote satellites in case he was ever in this position. After all, it isn't in the nature of a Sith to remain loyal forever. It was inevitable that Malak would betray him; he hadn't planned on the Jedi attacking at the same time though. "Fine, prepare the system for a narrow beam transmission; I will input the coordinates myself."
"Yes Lord Revan. Everything will be ready upon your arrival."
"See that it is Hetin. Revan out." Revan put the communicator back in his pocket and returned to the Manor. This evening, he would send out an encoded signal whose cipher was known only by a handful of his most trusted captains. Soon, he would have the reinforcements he may need should the Massassi emerge from the shadows before he had a chance to consolidate his position on this planet.
After dinner, Revan and Bastila led Hailey through another training session. Given her age, there was little they could teach her in reaching the force. James had joined them this evening and the four were practicing hand-to-hand combat.
Hailey was surprised to find that she enjoyed these sessions; they were not tedious as she had expected. Rather Revan was teaching her to channel her emotions into her attack. She never found out why Bastila had objected when Revan first started showing her the power her emotions could have. It was almost intoxicating at times, the freedom that came from letting herself go and using the anger and frustration she felt at being so helpless to fuel her determination and fighting.
Revan was sparring with James and keeping an eye on Hailey and Bastila at the same time. His sister had a long way to go if she wanted to be able to defend herself against a serious opponent. Her training though had given him the perfect opportunity to subtly begin moving Bastila towards the dark side. Getting both her and Hailey to use their emotions to power their attacks was just the first step. From there it would be easier to introduce Bastila to some basic uses of the dark side. However, he would take it slow, he was being far more careful than he or Malak had ever been with others. Despite his goals of moving Bastila toward the dark side, he found himself regretting the necessity of his actions.
Bastila was not a fool. She recognized some of Revan's lessons as the basic tenets of the Sith. Even with that knowledge, she found herself giving into Revan and letting him train his sister and her to use some of the basic techniques. Though she was loathe to admit it, letting go of some of her darker emotions did add great speed and power to her attacks. Still, she could not let herself proceed too far down this path because if she lost herself to the dark side, there would be no one to guide Revan on his path to the grey.
That night a brown barn owl swooped through the window of James and Lily's bedroom. James was still showering after helping out with Hailey's training session. Lily pushed the sheets off and approached the owl, wary of hidden curses or hexes. After casting a quick revealing charm, she untied the letter and watched as the owl flew back through the window. The letter was short and left her with a feeling of unease. She had a better understanding of Revan now and had come to realize that he was not a ruthless killer like the Death Eaters. Still, she would go to see Albus Dumbledore tomorrow to talk about her son as he requested, she owed him that much at least.
August 18th, 2007
Voldemort's Mansion, Little Hangleton
Kael Corpus arrived unexpectedly at Voldemort's mansion during the late afternoon. The sun was setting and the shadows were long. One hapless Death Eater tried to stop him from entering Voldemort's chamber only to be unceremoniously run through by a force blade. Blood bubbled from the man's mouth and a soft gurgling sound could be heard as he slide off the blade and fell to the floor dead.
The door flew open and crashed against the wall. Kael stalked in and used the force to the slam the door closed once again. Voldemort looked up from the papers scattered across the table. His attack on the Wizengamot had been a disaster. Only three men had managed to escape and Mulciber was lost. Worse, the fools had actually passed that damnable law. His Death Eaters would need to be much more careful if they could no longer count on the ineptitude of the Aurors. While almost eager for a distraction, Voldemort felt a shiver of fear rush down his spine at the sight of Kael.
Kael silently stood not far from the table waiting. Voldemort stood and walked over to the man and sank to his knees saying "My lord, I was not aware of your visit. You have my apologies."
Kael strode over to the table and took a seat, leaving Voldemort on his knees. "Do you have a reason for your most recent failure?" Kael asked with a cold sneer.
Voldemort started to stand when Kael abruptly added in a much quieter almost silky voice "Did I say you could rise?"
Voldemort immediately sank back to his knees. He felt an impossible force build against his back forcing him to prostrate himself on the floor once again. "You will rise when I tell you to."
"The plan was fool proof. The guards were easily overwhelmed. If it hadn't been for Potter's son my Death Eaters could have killed many of the Wizengamot members."
"Your plan was infantile both in its simplicity and its goals. Even had you succeeded, you would have done nothing more than galvanize the people against you. Have you learned nothing from the events of the last two weeks?"
Voldemort tried to raise his head but found the force pressing against him made it impossible. "The only significant thing that has happened was our successful raid on Hogsmeade." He answered, his voice betraying his confusion.
Kael lectured him as if to a child saying "And that attack played right into the Unspeakables' hands. You showed the public that the Aurors are worthless. Yesterday's attack was even worse. It probably cemented the decision against you as soon as it began."
Pride stinging from Kael's tone, Voldemort tried to defend himself "You taught me that fear is one of the most powerful weapons to use in gaining power and control. If we had succeeded, the public would have been terrified of our power."
Kael shook his head, his voice cold as he answered "You have no subtlety. Fear is not a bludgeon to beat someone over the head. Fear is a dagger to stab your opponents in the back. It is a tool of finesse to be used to twist the hearts and minds of one's enemies. Based on what I have seen, it is a tool that the Unspeakables know how to use effectively. Unfortunately for me, I am stuck with you."
"Then what would you have me do?"
"Use their own weapon against them. Aim your attacks against the media. Replace their people and get your supporters in place so that they can begin to turn the public against their new defenders. Without their mouthpieces, we can easily turn the public against them. Make them fear the Unspeakables and beg for help. When the public is at its most desperate, that is when we will step in and be given the reigns of power unknowingly by them gratefully."
Elsewhere in the galaxy
Malak was standing on the bridge of his flagship in orbit above the planet Telus. Vast fires caused by the orbital bombardment could be seen, even from space. He was broken from his observations by a young captain.
The man dressed impeccably in his military uniform sank to one knee and said "Lord Malak, we have received word that numerous ships have disappeared from the fleet."
"Is there any indication of where they may have gone or why?" Malak asked the anger clear in his mechanical voice.
Pale and sweating under Malak's glare, the captain answered "We were unable to trace a specific location but we were able to identify the general trajectory." The captain paused he was nervous about Malak's reaction to the rest of his report. "My lord, we don't know why they disappeared but an encoded signal was received shortly before their disappearance."
A frisson of fear shot through Malak. The signal had to be from Revan, his ship had escaped. He must be alive and biding his time until he would strike back at Malak for his betrayal. He should never have left Revan to those Jedi. "Were you able to decode the message?"
"No my lord, the computer was unable to decipher it."
Malak growled at the answer even though he had expected it. "Dispatch ships along the trajectory you identified. I want those traitors found and destroyed."
The captain nodded his understanding and quickly left before Malak decided to punish him for his failures.
Malak watched the captain scurry off before returning to his observation of Telus. This time his mind was on Revan and the risk he posed to Malak's authority.