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Spells or Force Powers
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Chapter 16: Collision Course
October 10th, 2007
Diagon Alley, London UK
It had been too long since he had participated personally in a raid. Now with the public's growing confidence in the Unspeakables despite the continued articles in the Daily Prophet, he needed to make his presence known once again. The situation was unacceptable, people were no longer living in fear of his name they way they were just a few months ago. Today, people would be reminded why they were right to fear his name.
"Acciter, are my Death Eaters ready?" Voldemort asked.
A tall-heavy set man dressed in the black robes and white mask of a Death Eater answered in a low gravelly voice "Yes my lord. We are ready to attack Diagon Alley as soon as you give the word."
"Excellent, let the attack begin." Voldemort said, his red eyes burning brightly with malice. He waited as heard multiple cracks, the only indication that the Death Eaters had apparated away. Now he would wait 5 minutes before he would join the attack to give the impression that this was nothing more than a typical raid and let the Unspeakables and any other rabble delude themselves into thinking they stood a chance.
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Acciter and 10 other Death Eaters arrived in Diagon Alley. Without pause, Acciter gave the signal for the attack to begin.
The attack began and spells began streaking across the alley. Explosions rocked the alley. Fire and stone tore apart store fronts. Screams fought for dominance with more explosions. But still, Acciter was disappointed, while some people were running, he and the other Death Eaters were being forced to take cover when some of the shoppers began to fight back.
The familiar cry of Avada Kedavra was accompanied by green flashes of light. The Death Eaters were no longer playing. Now the goal was to kill as many as possible. More shoppers began to fall to the killing curse. The resistance began to falter as men and women died.
Mere minutes after the attack began, the Unspeakables arrived. 3 men and 2 women arrived via portkey in a small cluster near the edge of Diagon Alley by the entrance to Knockturn Alley.
"Standard deployment, disable if possible, otherwise take them down with extreme prejudice." Ordered Marcia Masters with calm authority.
The Unspeakables moved out, targeting the Death Eaters. A flurry of light soon followed, spells flying back and forth between the groups in a blur. Fire and shockwaves echoed off the buildings of Diagon Alley. Walls crumbled underneath the onslaught filling the air with dust and littering the street with charred chunks of stone and wood.
Despite their superior numbers, the Death Eaters were fought to a standstill by the Unspeakables. Acciter was looking for some way to swing the battle back in their favor when another crack sounded above the battle signaling a wizard apparating in. A grin spread over his face when he saw that his master Lord Voldemort had arrived to join the battle.
Voldemort quickly surveyed the battle and hissed out a spell in parseltongue. His wand bucked in his hand as it spat out a shimmering orb of blue energy which soared majestically towards the pile of stone sheltering one of the Unspeakables. The orb hit the stone and spread over it like water. A bright blow glow began to emanate from the stone growing in intensity until it flashed brightly, blinding the onlookers and sending out a shockwave like a ripple in a pond. The shockwave lifted the Unspeakables body into the air and slammed it into a nearby window, his body was left bent backwards at an unnatural angle with blood trickling from his mouth.
The remaining Unspeakables didn't waste any more time and turned their attention from the Death Eaters to Voldemort. Marcia cried out "Avada Kedavra" knowing that Voldemort could probably block her other spells.
Voldemort eyed the woman with contempt and apparated out of the way of the spell and appeared behind the woman. With a slashing motion, he threw an orange cutting curse at the woman's back. The spell hit her body shield and shattered it before slicing through her spine and into her chest. A feral grin was on his face as he watched her collapse to ground already dead.
The remaining civilians fighting the Death Eaters fled quickly when they saw Voldemort easily dispatch two of the Unspeakables. Voldemort decided to let them run, they would spread the word of his power and the failure of the Unspeakables, fear of his name would once again run rampant.
He noticed that the remaining Unspeakables were retreating to a more defensible position. With a sigh, he signaled his Death Eaters to return to head quarters. Before he followed them, he cast one final spell draining much of his strength before apparating out. The purple beam impacted a pile of debris near Olivander's. A hole formed sucking in everything nearby including bodies. Wind whistled through the alley to fill the vacuum created by the hole until it reached its limit. Its limit reached, the hole inverted and detonated. The force of the blast devastated the buildings, stone and wood disintegrated under the stress, entire buildings collapsed and the ground shook for miles around. There were no survivors from the blast and few if any buildings left standing in the entire alley. The only sound was the distant ringing of muggle alarms set off by the explosion.
Voldemort's Mansion, Little Hangleton UK
Almost immediately after the attack, Voldemort signaled his Inner Circle to join him in his throne room even though he was exhausted from that final spell. It was a pity it required so much strength to use, he would not have been able to cast it if there had been more resistance fighting against him. Though he was pleased with the outcome of the raid, Voldemort knew it would not do much to hamper the efforts of the Ministry or the Unspeakables. To make matters worse, this Revan Potter was continuing to ignite the wizarding world against the Death Eaters.
Acciter was the first to arrive; he was quickly followed by the other members of his Inner Circle. With a look from Voldemort, they sat down in their appointed chairs and waited to hear Voldemort's wishes.
"Though I am pleased with our raid today, we need to do something to strike at the heart of the Unspeakables and break their ability to resist us." Voldemort began.
Acciter asked "My lord, how can we do that though? The identity of the Unspeakable agents continues to be secret and we have been unable to infiltrate the group."
"We strike at the heart of the wizarding world here in Britain. The Ministry of Magic will fall before our might."
Simon Basker, an Inner Circle member since Voldemort's second rise spoke "The Ministry of Magic, surely you're not serious?" He visibly cringed when he realized what he had said.
Voldemort's eyes blazed and he decided to take a page out of his ally's book. Silently casting, a yellow-green light shot out from his wand striking Simon's left arm.
"Ahhhhh!" Simon screamed as the light spread over his arm and sank in disappearing. The skin started to darken becoming mottled turning a dark brown as it continued towards black. Flakes of skin and muscle started to drift to the floor, his arm decaying as everyone watched. The spell didn't stop until there nothing left of his arm, only then did the pain cease.
Fighting back tears of pain, Simon gasped "I'm sorry my Lord, I spoke without thinking."
Voldemort just waved his hand negligently, ignoring the fact that he had just tortured the man. "In three weeks time, we will raze the Ministry of Magic to the ground. Without a base of operations, the only organized resistance will be the Order of the Phoenix and that fool Dumbledore."
"Will not the Order join the Ministry if we attack?" Keldin Morhead asked.
"And if they do? What has the Order accomplished? They are weak, afraid of the power they possess. The only threat to my supremacy is Revan Potter and the Unspeakables."
"My lord forgive me for asking, but have you discussed this plan with your ally?"
Voldemort reluctantly gave the man credit for having the bravery to ask such a question; however, it was not enough to save him. "Avada Kedavra" was said in a cold passionless voice. The familiar sickly green spell struck the man in the chest snuffing his life. The body slumped sideways and fell to the floor.
"No one questions my orders, not you and not my allies. Prepare the Death Eaters for the attack. You have three weeks; I suggest you make use of them." Though he sounded confident and in control, Voldemort knew that if this attack failed he would face a stiff punishment at the hands of Kael Corpus. Desperately, he fought against the shiver that raced up his spine, his resurrection had been painful beyond belief, but he knew that Kael could make that pain pale in comparison to what he would receive.
The Inner Circle glanced surreptitiously at each other before quietly leaving the room to begin preparations for the attack.
October 11th, 2007
Decimator, High Earth Orbit
Revan was sitting in his quarters. He had just gotten dressed and was getting ready to return to the planet when his door chimed. Out of habit, he checked his light saber before opening the door.
"Commander Halcyon, what do you need?" Revan asked, surprised to see the commander before his departure. He stepped back from the door to allow the commander to enter.
After entering, the door slid closed once again. "My lord, before you leave I wanted to get your approval on defensive preparations I would like to take."
Revan's eyes narrowed slightly when the commander didn't elaborate. "Commander, I don't have the time or desire to play 20 questions so please elaborate on the type of defensive preparations you are referring to."
"My apologies Lord Revan. I feel we should prepare for the worst. If Lord Malak should continue his search of this sector we may be discovered despite our diversionary tactics."
"What do you want to do?"
"Without a base of operations, we will soon run low on spare parts. I want to build facilities in the asteroid belt of this system. We can scavenge the necessary parts from the fleet until we have the first plants up and running. I would also like to begin placing gun batteries at key points in the belt to deter and forces that may arrive in the system."
Revan pondered the proposal. It made sense; it would give them an additional level of defense. "Commander, I know you are aware of the Star Forge, as long as it remains in Malak's control, we will never be able to secure this system."
"Yes my lord, but the defensive batteries will give us additional firepower if we decide to stay and should provide enough of a distraction if we need to retreat."
"It is an excellent idea Commander. Do what you can but don't strip the fleet; we need the ships in fighting condition. Keep me updated on the status of the project."
"Yes sir, thank you." Commander said and turned and left Revan's room.
Somewhere in the UK
Heto struggled to his feet as Kael his master pulled the force blade from Heto's thigh. A grunt of pain escaped his lips as he staggered upright, pain lancing up his leg. Though it wouldn't take long to heal the wound, he knew from experience that his master would not allow him to use anything to dull the pain.
A snarl filled with anger and disgust distracted him from the pain. The surprise evident in his voice he asked "Master what is it? What do you sense?"
"Your Jedi is still alive. He has just returned to the planet."
Unease and a bit of fear wormed its way through him and before he stopped himself he blurted out "Are you sure? Even a Jedi should have died from those wounds."
Kael glared at his apprentice. His eyes flashed coldly as he backhanded his apprentice across the face using the force to increase the strength of the blow. He reveled in the feeling of hand snapping Heto's head back and in seeing him crash back to the floor moaning in pain.
Anger overwhelmed Kael and he swung his foot back and kicked Heto in the stomach hard, lifting him inches off the floor with the strength of the blow. "Your failure to kill the Jedi may cost us this planet."
Heto tried to say something but all he could manage was another moan. He curled in on himself as he saw his master lift his foot for another kick. This time, the hard leather boot hit him in the chest. A sharp stab of pain ripped through his chest, a rib splintered from the blow but luckily didn't puncture his lung. Still, his breaths were labored and painful as he worked to push the pain away and stand again.
"You will have one more chance to kill the Jedi. We are running out of time here and I can't allow more of your failures to jeopardize our mission."
Finally having struggled back to his feet, Heto asked in a wheezy voice "Why is time a problem, other than the Jedi the people of this world have no idea who the Sith are or that we are even here?"
"Because you fool, I have received word from the empire. They are concerned about the Jedi presence on the planet. It is too soon to move openly against the Jedi or their Republic puppets. If we can't remove the threat, we may be ordered to abandon the planet."
"What would you have me do Master?"
"I want you to join the Death Eaters in another attack. Organize an attack on the town of Hogsmeade in the next couple of weeks. With any luck, the Jedi will respond as always giving you a chance to finish what you started."
"Yes Master, the Jedi won't survive our next meeting." Heto said this only to follow it with a cough that filled his mouth with the coppery taste of blood. Maybe the rib had damaged his lung after all.
Kael just left his apprentice standing waiting for his response. He knew that Heto was struggling to remain upright and was in great pain. Finally he answered with a threat "If he does, you had better hope you don't survive the meeting because you won't survive my punishment." There was no malice or anger in the threat just the calm certainty of the outcome should his apprentice once again.
Potter Manor, Godric's Hollow UK
The shuttle landed near the edge of the woods by Potter Manor. Shortly after touchdown, Revan, Bastila and a small detachment of soldiers that would be stationed at the Manor emerged from the shuttle. Commander Halcyon had been most insistent on the point and Revan conceded understanding his importance to the fleet. While he did not think they were needed, the additional troops would not be a detriment.
Walking quickly towards the manor, the 5 soldiers spread out around them as Bastila and Revan entered the large home. Hopefully James and Lily would not mind housing his men for the time being.
"Wait here, I will be back shortly." Revan directed the men to the side room off the main entrance where they could wait while he and Bastila went to find James or Lily.
"James, Lily are you here?" Revan called out. They had already checked the study but no one was there so they were walking towards the kitchen next. It was too late in the morning for breakfast but perhaps they were having tea.
Lily's voice called out "Revan is that you?" The tension and hope were evident in her voice. The door at the end of the hallway leading to the kitchen flew open as Lily rushed out. She was followed by a slightly more in control James.
Before either Bastila or Revan could respond though, Lily had reached them and grabbed Revan into a tight hug. Her face was buried in his shoulder as she held on as if she was afraid he would disappear on her again. Tentatively at first, Revan returned the hug.
Lily only let go when she heard James clear his throat. She stepped back, a slight blush on her cheeks showing her embarrassment. However, that did not stop her from running her hands over Revan's abdomen feeling for his injury.
Revan allowed the action but said "You don't have to worry, I am completely healed. The doctor just wants me to keep my activities light for a few days. I must thank you though; I am told that without your spell I would not have survived long enough to make it back to my ship."
Eyes blurring with tears, Lily hugged him again. "I'm so sorry for how I treated you. Seeing you fight that first day, the idea of losing you again terrified me so I wanted to push you away."
Revan was at something of a loss, he had never been an overly emotional person. He began rubbing Lily's back softly while, trying to comfort her. While he was doing this, he was sending a desperate look at Bastila for help which James caught and couldn't help but grin at.
James took pity on him though and said jokingly "Lily, if you wouldn't mind, I would like to hug my son too."
Lily blushed again as she let go and stepped back to watch James hug Revan tightly as well. Despite his tone, he had been very worried and was just as happy to have Revan back with them though he didn't have anything to feel guilty about.
Bastila having enjoyed Revan's discomfort said "Unfortunately, it will take more than that to keep him down."
James and Lily laughed, thankful for something to lighten the mood as Lily led them back into the kitchen. Tea cups were on the small table so obviously, Revan and Bastila had interrupted them. Lily cast a quick warming charm on the tea and offered a cup to Revan and Bastila. Revan declined but took a seat and Bastila happily accepted. She had quickly come to enjoy the English tea, it had a much subtler flavor to what she was used to.
Holding up his hand to stop any questions from James or Lily, Revan asked "I have 5 men with me. I was hoping that you could find rooms for them in the Manor."
Lily nodded quickly. She was actually relieved that there would be additional security available if something should happen again. Clearly the wards were not enough. "Who were you fighting that day?"
Revan's face closed off and Bastila tensed at the question. Though he was reluctant to go into it, both of them needed to understand the enemy they were facing. It was more than Voldemort and his pathetic followers, the real power would be the Sith Master and his apprentice.
After taking a calming deep breath, Revan began to explain Sith and the Massassi. He explained their society and their emphasis on the dark side of the force. Special attention was given to the fear and malice that permeated their society and fueled the need to expand their empire lest it drown in its own evil. Bastila noticed that he left out his death and torture on the Sith planet.
"You think that there are Sith here on Earth?" James asked quietly. He knew that there were enemies out in the galaxy that his son had faced but he was not prepared for such a malevolent enemy.
"Yes I do. An apprentice would never be allowed out on his own and the thing I faced was not skilled enough to be a Sith Master."
"Are there others? Will they attack again?" Lily asked.
"No it is unlikely. In my experience when they travel to worlds not in their empire, there is only one master and one apprentice. Yes they will attack again; Bastila and I are the only real threat to their plans for this planet. Voldemort is most likely a pawn for them. Based on what I have been told of his 'resurrection', I believe he was brought back using a combination of the dark side of the force and Sith technology."
"They can do that, bring back the dead?" Lily asked breathlessly. She couldn't help but be awed by the possibilities.
Revan grimaced at the memories of his resurrections before answering. "Yes they can. It is not something they do often, more often then not it is used a means of torture. With it, they can take all hope away from their prisoners for even death won't allow them to escape torture at the hands of the Sith."
James and Lily were horrified by the idea. "How can we hope to beat an enemy like that if they just keep bringing people back to continue the fight?"
"They are far from being all powerful. I have defeated my share of Sith but circumstances conspired against me when I fought against the apprentice. It is only a matter of time before they strike again."
"Isn't there any way to fight them?"
"Yes, you could overwhelm them with sheer numbers, but the cost will be high. Their fighting skills far surpass those of anyone I have seen. It is most likely because you rely so heavily on your magic that even with training you are simply not as fluid using both magic and physical attacks."
James fell silent. He had always prided himself on his fighting abilities and the fact that he did not solely rely on magic to win his battles. After training with Revan and Bastila, he came to realize how much further he could have gone, but he would never reach his full potential now. The Jedi were trained young for a reason, it wasn't so much the skills, those could be learned. Making them instinctual was the difficult part and while adults could do it, it took much more time and effort to overcome years of preconceived notions and bad habits.
A laser blast echoed off the halls and kitchen followed by some muffled yelling and another blast. Lily and James looked questioningly at Revan and Bastila not recognizing the sound. They were startled when the two jumped up and ran out of the kitchen back towards the entrance where the men had been stationed. Both had their light sabers drawn and were ready for action as they burst into the room, James and Lily were just seconds behind them.
Revan stopped at the entrance when he saw that his men had surrounded someone. "Captain, report."
"My lord, this man entered the manor but did not match any of the descriptions you gave us. He resisted our attempts to restrain him." The captain motioned to the main kneeling on the floor.
When he saw who it was, James blurted out "Sirius, what are you doing here? You can let him up, he's ok."
"James, what's going on?" Sirius practically shouted.
Revan stepped forward "You can let him up." He was about to leave himself having dismissed Sirius from his mind as irrelevant when the man called out to him.
"Revan, I need to speak with you."
"What have you come to arrest me again?" He said snidely.
"No…no, look I am sorry about the way I acted. I was embarrassed and took it out on you."
A simple nod was the only response Sirius got. He sighed; clearly it would take a while to earn his godson's trust. Still, he needed to tell him about Dumbledore's efforts towards Revan.
Lily suggested "Let's go back to the kitchen. Sirius, I can get you something to eat." James, Sirius and Bastila followed her towards the kitchen.
Revan ordered "Captain, take your men and patrol the grounds. Quarters will be assigned to you within the manor." After receiving a salute from the men, he followed the others back to the kitchen. The others were already seated when Revan arrived.
"Revan, I came to warn you about Albus Dumbledore."
Lily asked "Why would he need to worry about Dumbledore?"
Sirius took a deep breath and braced himself for the explosion when he explained "He wants me to bring Revan to him while he is incapacitated so Dumbledore can Obliviate his memories and make him into something more acceptable, meaning no killing."
James' face turned an unhealthy purple while Lily simply paled. Revan and Bastila were calmer but were talking quietly about the consequences of such an action. Finally, James growled "Who the hell does he think he is? What gives him the right to change someone's personality like that?"
Sirius just held up his hands and said "I don't agree with him, that's why I am warning you. Still, I don't think you should ignore the situation. Maybe if you confronted him with the other Unspeakables there, he would back off. As it is, he thinks this is his war to lead though he really hasn't done much of anything since Revan arrived."
Bastila spoke for the first time "I agree with Sirius, we should confront him. If he is going to be an enemy, I would rather it be known upfront than having to look to the shadows waiting for him to strike again."
"If that's what you want to do, I can speak with Martin. He has never trusted Dumbledore either."
Revan chimed in "I have never been one to hide from a fight. If he wants a confrontation, then I say we give it to him."
Sirius cautioned "Don't fool yourselves into thinking this will stop him. He still believes in the prophecy and he wants to make sure that he can control how it plays out. Confronting him may force him to act more openly if he feels that he has no chance with subterfuge."
"Should we confront him now or should we wait and see if he tries to act on his own?" Lily asked.
James suggested "Let's wait a few weeks and see if he does anything. Regardless, we can approach him before the end of the month."
Sirius grinned "Besides, it would be more symbolic if we confront him on the anniversary of Voldemort's first defeat."
October 24th, 2007
Hogsmeade, UK
It had not been a pleasant two weeks for Revan and Bastila. While there was only a single raid by the Death Eaters that was quickly crushed by two squads of Unspeakables and the ever increasing number of Revan's followers, tensions were still running high. Every day was spent in training and the nights were filled with discussions of his torture at the hands of the Sith.
The sessions were difficult for both Revan and Bastila. Every night, Bastila listened for hours as Revan described his torture and death on that forsaken planet. Revan was forced to use different words to describe the events each time so that he didn't slip into a pattern and simply repeat a rehearsed story.
Initially, the effects on Revan were not positive. In the mornings, it was obvious that he had not slept well and his eyes looked haunted. Despite this he walked into each session with Bastila with no hesitation, ready to face once again the horrors of his past.
After close to a week, Revan began to notice different aspects of his experience that he was blind to before. By reliving his experiences over and over, the pain and terror associated with them began to fade. It was definitely still there, but it wasn't as unreasoning and consuming as it had been.
Revan and Bastila were able to learn things about the Sith. It did not surprise them that based on Revan's experience, fear was their greatest weapon. Something Revan had known but had fallen prey to none the less. He realized that the longer he was in their control, the less they actually had to do to him. His own memories and fear did the rest. Certainly, they were incredibly strong in the force, but as he had seen in his first encounter before he died, he was definitely a match or superior to many of them.
This realization brought with it new found confidence and peace of mind. It did nothing to lessen his determination to rid this world of the Sith presence though. During the second week, they began to examine his fight with the Sith apprentice in addition to his nightly retellings.
It was during this time that Revan asked James to join them. While Revan appreciated the effort that Lily was making, it was James that he felt closest to. Also, James was an Unspeakable and he needed to understand the true enemy they were facing. Bastila had suggested they bring James in once Revan was more comfortable in facing his past sensing how difficult it would be.
Together the three of them dissected and analyzed Revan's torture every night. James came to understand that much of what the Sith did to his son was not that different than what he had experienced at the hands of the Mandalorians during his childhood. It made him want to scream in anger and kill the Jedi that had taken his son from him all those years ago. Even though Revan had survived and grown stronger as a result of that upbringing, he should never have had to.
James, Bastila and Revan had finished dinner on the night of the 24th and were walking towards the suite of rooms that Revan and Bastila had claimed. As they were walking down the dark hallway, Revan's communicator beeped. Surprised at the intrusion, he pulled it from his pocket and activated it before saying "This is Revan, go ahead."
"Lord Revan, this is Commander Halcyon. There has been a hyperspace incursion at the edge of the system."
Revan's body tensed and he stood straighter as he asked "Was it a probe or something else?"
"It was a light corvette class ship. It did not match any Republic design or the few Sith ships we have information on. At this point, I would have to say it was a scout for Malak."
"Were you able to destroy it?"
"No, it fled the system before we could stop it. What are you orders Lord Revan?"
"Recall the fleet immediately. We will need every ship that we can get. What is the status of our project?"
"We have established a light perimeter barrier but it will not be able to hold off much at this point, though it could help neutralize enemy fighters. The factories are not yet operational."
"Focus on strengthening the perimeter, we are going to need every advantage we can get but don't strip the ships of too many spare parts. Also, make sure the gravity well generators are strategically placed to ensure that ships won't be able to escape. If we are lucky, he won't attack with too large a force initially."
"Yes my lord. I will contact with you an update in 10 hours."
"Excellent, Revan out." The conversation over, Revan turned to Bastila and said "We can't take much more time dealing with the Sith. We won't be able to hold Malak's forces off as long as he controls the Star Forge."
Bastila nodded in agreement. "Then we should continue with our plans here. There is nothing else we can do until either the Sith or Malak make a move."
Nobody else said anything and the three completed their journey to the suite of rooms in the manor. Tonight's recitation of events was no different but there was a sense of urgency with the threat of Malak's fleet hanging over them. Revan again walked through his torture and subsequent deaths. The story had long since become old hat for the three adults. He quickly moved onto the battle with the Sith apprentice. They were no longer discussing Revan's feelings regarding the battle because he had finally understood that subconsciously the fear from his torture had come back at the sight of the Sith so once again he was fighting himself. Now they were discussing the apprentice's tactics and possible goals and future targets.
The three had been discussing events for quite a while when the clock struck 11pm. James looked up surprise on his face "We've been talking for close to three hours…" Before he could finish his sentence, the Potter Crest on is robes began to flash along with the Unspeakables badges worn by Revan and Bastila.
Revan and Bastila stood, straightened their robes and made sure that their light sabers were securely fastened. It would not do for them to come loose during the transport. James finished looking over the information on the attack. "They are attacking Hogsmeade. So far there is no sign of Voldemort but he normally does not show up until 5 or 10 minutes into the raid."
Revan and Bastila nodded and grabbed onto James outstretched arms. Without another word, James apparated the three of them to Hogsmeade. As soon as they arrived, Revan and Bastila pulled their light sabers from their belts and clicked them on. The familiar hum was barely audible above the screams and cries coming from the village.
James and Bastila moved off away from Revan as the three made their way towards the battle. They emerged from between two houses near the Three Broomsticks. Revan saw a number of Death Eaters near the end of the main street. "James, Bastila take the main group, approach them from the far side. I am going to circle around and we can catch them in a pincer attack."
Despite their age difference, James recognized Revan as his commander and understood there was a time and place to question orders. A battle was not that place, so he nodded his head and darted across the street to get into position.
Bastila paused for a second, it was clear she wanted to argue with Revan. Then, like James she realized that this was not the appropriate time or place. With a look towards Revan that promised a future argument, she followed after James to get into position.
Revan was about to move when a figure materialized across the street. He was leaning casually against the wall looking directly at Revan with a cruel smile on his face. It was a look that Revan recognized immediately.
Revan felt anticipation surge in him. Relaxed and confident he began to stride across the street, the blood red beam of his light saber pointed down. Yes, it was going to be very different this time. His fears weren't the master of him, he was their master and tonight he was going to show the Sith why they should fear him.