AN: I'm back, after months and months of inactivity I am back, with a new chapter!
I hope that this is to your liking, if not, tough.
Enjoy!
En route to Tatooine saw the crew of the Ebon Hawk in the main hull of the ship for a meeting.
"Ok everyone here's the game plan, we're going to make a small pit stop on Tatooine to acquire my droid HK-47 then I'm leaving again straight away for Koriban. Now with that said we will have to come back here for the Star Map so a few of you are going to have to stay behind to gather Intel on the Star Maps location, from the hazy memories of my time there on Tatooine it's in a massive cave out in the Dune Sea and there's currently only one settlement on the planet anyway so that will help narrow the search significantly. Any takers on staying on Tatooine for the foreseeable future?" Revan asked lightly.
"Well I don't feel that I should go, as I am the one that Malak has pursued throughout the galaxy for, so I will stay." Bastila said first.
"I'll go with Bastila, I don't want to be around when people start to die left right and centre." Mission stated.
[I will stay with Mission.] Zaalbar growled out.
"If there is a fight on the horizon then I fight it with you." Canderous declared.
"I'm going with you to Koriban." Carth said bluntly, Revan wasn't going to even think of arguing with Carth on this so he let it drop.
"I'm going with you, I want to be with you when you turn Koriban inside out," Akana paused. "It should also prove to be very entertaining, as well as educational." Akana added hastily when Revan narrowed his eyes on her.
"I too will venture to Koriban with you, this will provide an invaluable learning experience for me, one that I cannot pass up." Juhani decided.
"Very well then. T3 you're staying with them as my means of communication with those that stay on Tatooine, we don't know what will appear and we need to stay in contact if anything untoward happens, send them via subsbace static bursts, HK will pick them up." Revan instructed the droid. T3 beeped an affirmative as Revan left the room for the cockpit, the others departing to the various sections of the ship moments later, making preparations for the split.
Touching down at Anchorhead in the docking bay Revan left the ship to be confronted almost immediately by what Revan knew to be a Czerka Corporation stooge, Bastila and those accompanying her during her stay on Tatooine when Revan was to depart following close by.
"Welcome to Anchorhead, potential customer." he said, his voice so slick it almost made Revan choke him on the spot. "Czerka Corporation stands ready to serve, after some formalities, of course. First, your ship is not on our list of planned arrivals for today. There is a docking fee of one hundred credits because of this." The greed in his eyes almost palpable.
"I do not need to pay the fee." Revan declared, dominating the Czerka grunt with the Mind Trick.
"You know... I don't think you need to pay the fee. We'll let it go, this time." The man's voice now distinctly vacant as if in a trance.
"Well, that was easy. I sure wish I had special mind-affecting Force powers." Mission commented with no small amount of awe in her voce.
"This will cover any future landings as well." the Czerka fool said absently, completely missing what Mission has said and the fact that Revan had just blatantly refused to pay him. "It's like a registration, so we can serve you better when you return. Now, as a customs officer, I can provide information on services. Is this visit business or pleasure?"
"None of your business, scram!" Revan spat, his patience with dealing with this Czerka worm reaching its end quickly.
"As you wish. If you need anything else, I'll be here." He replied, still under the effects of the Mind Trick, before departing.
Revan made quick to leave the docking bay and away from the dodgy mechanics sitting around. Leaving the bocking bay and walking a short distance Revan was greeted by the sight if a very irate Duros that was at the door of what Revan could deduce to be the Czerka Corporation's Anchorhead Kiosk.
[You'll be hearing about this, you Czerka puppet!] he yelled. [[I'm not going to let this drop! You can't just murder a whole village! And don't tell me to take my concerns to your corporate kiosk! I know when I'm not wanted!] before marching in an angry rush. Revan was quick to catch up to him.
"What's going on, what's got you so upset?" he asked keenly.
[I'm done talking in this office!] the Duros yelled. [They aren't interested in listening to me. I doubt they will even acknowledge I was here. Typical corporate evasion. That's what happens when they own everything. No accountability. Don't even bother bringing it up.] with that he stormed out. Revan blinked at the retreating Duros for a moment before redirecting his attention to the Czerka rep.
"Can I help you?" she asked sharply, "These are the offices of Czerka Corporation. I trust you have business with the company? If this is about employment, I'm afraid all regular mining positions are full. And before you ask, we are also no longer selling hunting licenses." Revan sighed forcefully, really getting annoyed quickly with the Czerka crap he was seeing.
"Tell me everything you can about who you sold your last few Hunting Licences to." Revan demanded, using the Mind Trick to completely dominate the Czerka reps mind.
"The last person to be issued a Hunting License by Czerka cooperation was a twi'lek by the name Griff." Mission gasped sharply, her brother was here! Sensing the elation of this news from Mission Revan decided to change his questions to ask about Griff.
"Tell me everything you can about Griff." Revan commanded.
"Can you spare me a few moments? I have something I want to get off my chest." she said, her voice now hushed as if to say something not to be overheard but also because Revan had loosened the effects of his Mind Trick on her. "I want to tell you about one of our workers. His name was Griff. We hired that Twi'lek some time ago. Not a good worker according to his crew chief: always complaining and faking injuries to get out of work. He entered false time sheets and slept through his shifts. We even suspected him of stealing Czerka Corporation supplies, although we could never prove it."
"Yep, that sounds like Griff alright." Mission's mood soared along with her voice.
"We would've fired him but we needed workers." the Czerka woman explained, "It would have been better for him if he had been fired. Then the Sand People wouldn't have gotten him." The soaring hope Revan could feel from Mission crashed to the floor.
"You mean he's dead?" Revan asked quickly.
"He was lost in a Sand People raid we suffered not too long ago. There were prisoners taken, but our rescue parties never found anyone alive. In the end it just wasn't cost effective to keep searching. All miners sign a waiver absolving Czerka Corporation of liability in these circumstances." The Czerka rep explained.
"In other words, you don't know shit." Revan deadpanned, watching the expression on Mission's face plummet.
"We didn't find his body so we have to assume he was taken prisoner. Whether he's still alive, I couldn't say. That's all I can tell you. I shouldn't even have said this much; this is all privileged corporate information. I could lose my job!" she said desperately. Revan glared at the corporate puppet in front of him.
'Only interested in her own dilemmas and not giving a damn about anyone else, if I could get away with it I'd fry her right now but I don't need to draw attention to myself of my travelling party by killing her.' Revan thought angrily.
"So your workers are all expendable as long as you can keep your job?" it slipped out before he could stop himself.
"Czerka Corporation cares deeply for all of its employees. That's why we've started a bounty program to thin the Sand People numbers." Revan wanted to decapitate the woman for that bold faced lie but restrained himself, taking a moment to take multiple deep breathes to calm his adrenaline rush.
"I want to ask about Hunting Licences." Revan said through gritted teeth. The Czerka rep, still under the Mind Trick didn't notice this, and Mission and Bastila who were closest to him had steppd back a bit at the look he was sporting.
"As I said, we are no longer selling them." She answered flatly. "There are too many people cavorting about outside the walls as it is."
" Is there no way to get a license?" Revan asked almost at his wits end, if things didn't change soon, consequences be damned, he'd kill this woman at her blatant disregard for all but herself and the bloody company she worked for.
"Well, normally we charge two hundred credits, but I could make an exception if you agreed to perform a task for us. It's similar to hunting." Bastila quickly pulled Revan's lightsabers to her with the Force as Revan made a move to do a Slice'n dice on the Czerka rep.
"That depends on what you want me to do." Revan literally spat.
"The Sand People are becoming a problem." she said calmly, completely missing Revan's 'I want to kill you slowly and painfully' aura "They destroy our sandcrawlers and kill our miners. One particular tribe is the worst. It's as if their chieftain has decided to wage a war against us. I would like their attacks... terminated. Bring me their gaffi sticks as proof. If you agree to do this, I'll give you a hunting license now and pay a bounty for each stick later. I'll give a bonus for the chieftain's." Revan's body went still. This Czerka bitch wanted to use him to kill a whole village of Sand People. On the other hand he could use HK-47 to fuck with Czerka royally for making him do this, after he turned Dreshdea inside out of course. So Revan agreed.
"Excellent. Now, just so we understand each other, this is an enforceable contract. Czerka Corporation takes this very seriously." Revan was an instant away from killing the wench in front of him. "Here is your license, and a few directions. We believe one of their enclaves is in the far south of the Dune Sea. You might try following one of our sandcawlers. They are regularly attacked. I wouldn't mind you escorting them."
"Sandcrawler. Ok." Revan muttered.
"Very good. Czerka Corporation looks forward to your future business." No sooner had she finished saying that before Revan blew out of the office.
[Don't you believe a word of what Czerka Corporation said in there, there is always a peaceful solution to conflict. They are just lazy.] the Duros who had been yelling at the Czerka rep. moments before said as Revan stormed out of the office like the Duros in front of him.
[You don't have to tell me that, I was this close to mauling that woman for the crap she was spewing. I will find a way, if only so I can fuck Czerka over for having me do this.] Revan said, switching to the Duros' language.
[Perhaps you can help me, then?] the Duros asked hopefully, [The Sand People aren't animals. I've watched them, and they are intelligent. There must be a way to peacefully stop the attacks... I know it. But no one will try, of course. You can't even leave the city without Czerka approval and they want the Sand People dead.]
[Well I've acquired approval from that shrew of a woman, I convinced her that I'd stop the attacks by the Sand People, but just as you've said, there is a way to resolve this peacefully and any way I can do that will help me screw over Czerka.]
[I believe you. It may be possible to negotiate if a translator were available. I'm sure I heard Yuka Laka say that he had a droid that could speak a Sand People dialect. Although he'd say rust is gold to make a sale...]
[I will look into it. I hope you are right.] Revan replied, having a really good idea what droid the Duros was talking about. Revan turned to explain the byplay of what happened between him and the Duros, as none of Revan's present company understood Duros.
"We're going to go get HK, go to Koriban and get back here as soon as possible, I don't want to have Czerka hovering over my head about the Sand People or I might just kill them for making me do this; actually right now I want to find something evil to kill to release this frustration." Revan said as they walked down the main street of Anchorhead towards the Droid Shop when they almost literally slammed into a trio of Dark Jedi.
"Lord Malak was most displeased when he learned you had escaped Taris alive! He has promised a great reward to whoever destroys you." The Dark Jedi declared with a smugness that made Revan actually laugh.
"This is too perfect, thank the Force that you showed up, I needed to kill something." Revan said with an all too wide grin, and gripped two of the three dark Jedi's necks and clenched a fist, breaking their necks quite loudly in several places.
"You don't even know who you're dealing with, do you?" Revan asked the third remaining Dark Jedi, who was looking at the scene in front of him, completely stupefied..
"All I need to know is that Lord Malak wants you dead." Though his words were tough Revan could hear the fear etched into his voice.
"I'll give you a hint before I end your life." An image of Revan's armour as a conqueror flashed in front of him before the Dark Jedi's neck was twisted right round. Revan stood there a moment as the actions of the last few moments played through his head.
'Emotion yet peace, passion yet serenity.' He recited mentally several times before looting the three corpses of anything useful and moving on.
"The Force can be a terrible, terrible weapon sometimes Mission, never forget that. Know this though, I'll never do anything to harm you, I only mean to cause harm to those that deserve it, like the people that run Czerka." Revan said to the quiet blue twi'lek before they entered the droid shop. Immediately the salesmen, an ithorian, Yuka Laka had sighted him and was moving to introduce himself, Revan however was looking at the unmistakable visage of the rust red droid armour of HK-47.
[What's this, a customer I don't recognize? Perhaps you bring off-world money to Yuka Laka?] instantly Revan could tell this ithorian was greedy as hell.
"My money is none of your business unless you have something interesting to sell me." Revan deadpanned.
[You are lucky to have come at this time then.] he started, [I have one droid ready to go. I just took possession of it. An HK-47.] Revan grinned. [It's a fine protocol translator. I think it's been modified. It claims to understand the Sand People dialect, and also has some armour mounts. Combat ready, perhaps?] Revan stifled a snort, HK-47 was prone to events that resulted in wanton slaughter. Now that he thought about it Revan wanted to know exactly how HK-47 got on Tatooine of all places.
"Where did you get this HK-47?" Revan inquired.
[I acquired the droid from a friend that manages an off-world Czerka warehouse. It was in trade for a debt he owed. He said no one would miss it. Might have been surplus. It doesn't look like it was Czerka-made though.]
'No shit.' Revan thought.
"What functions have you tested, other than its protocol and translation skills?"
[I haven't examined its programming, but I have made some observations.] the Ithorian explained, [It has obvious protocol and translation skills like I said before, including Sand People dialects, apparently. Surprisingly, it also handles weapons exceptionally well. I'd even say it's seen combat, but it won't tell.] he sighed, [Stubborn thing. It needs to sell itself better. Two moisture farmers have been in, but it just stood there.] Revan held back a loud snort, good ol' HK-47, the ages hadn't changed it at all, brilliant.
"Stubborn?" Revan asked with a barely susceptible smirk.
[The unit has been a little uncooperative. They get that way when they go too long without a memory wipe.] he explained.
Revan smiled, time to cheat this guy out of some credits.
"I'm interested. Let's talk price."
[It's a very solid machine, in good shape. I can't let it go for less than five thousand credits.] Revan's eyes dimmed as he stared at the ithorian making the alien sweat, HK was well worth that much but Revan had no intention of paying that much.
"That's a bit steep." Revan deadpanned, obviously intimidating the shop keep.
[Four thousand! Not a credit less!] he said quickly. That was more reasonable but Revan wasn't going to pay that big a sum either.
"That was quick. Desperate to sell?" Revan asked with a raised brow, allowing a sharks smile to cross his face.
[Ah, no, not really, but the first figure really was a little high. You never know, the occasional person bites right away.] unfortunately for him, Revan wasn't the occasional person.
"Perhaps I can convince you to go lower?" Revan inquired, while not greedy Revan was going to buy his droid the cheapest he could, he was buying his own machine back after all.
[Lower? How low are you expecting me to go? These are difficult times. The debt the droid covered was a large one.] Yuka Laka replied guardedly. Revan dosed him with a subtle Mind Trick.
"You will lower your price. I deserve it."
[I will lower my price for you. You are deserving. Two thousand five hundred credits. No lower.] he said, with finality. Revan grinned at the ithorian and fished out the correct credit chips.
"Two thousand five hundred credits then. I'll pay it." Revan said handing the shop keep his money.
[Well, thank you very much. Just go on over and talk to it. I'll deactivate the restraining bolt when you take possession.] Revan was quick to talk to his old bodyguard and moved to stand nect to the red eyed assassin droid.
"HK-47 I am taking possession of you now." Revan commanded.
"Statement: I see you have purchased me, master. I find this a satisfactory arrangement. My restraining bolt will be deactivated when you take possession of me. Am I to accompany you now? Shall I kill something for you?" Revan smiled a secret smile at hearing these words, he didn't know till just then how much he'd missed this bloodthirsty droid.
"Travel with me now." Revan commanded.
"Statement: I will enter into your service now, master. I am certain you will make adequate use of my primary functions. My gears are practically quivering with anticipation."
"Very good." Revan said moving to thank the ithorian who was clutching the credits Revan had given him.
[Hello again! It is unfortunate, but I have nothing new in droids to show you right now. Things are very slow. But, since you purchased that worn out HK-47, you will get excellent prices as soon as I am restocked.] Revan turned to watch his red armoured droid explode at the comment.
"Objection: Worn out?" HK-47 demanded loudly, "Listen, you talentless organic meatbag... one word from my master and I will pull you apart limb from useless limb!"
[Err... you've gotten a little hostile there, droid, haven't you?] the salesman asked nervously.
"I have always been hostile." HK-47 said with glowing red eyes. "Now that I need no longer rely on you and your primitive maintenance skills I do not need to hide it."
[Yes, well... just keep away from me, then. I'm just an honest businessman.]
"I just wanted to say thank you for selling me this droid." Revan said innocently, "Goodbye."
[Good luck, and thank you for shopping in Anchorhead.] the salesman said pleasantly.
"Query: Can I kill him now, master? I would like ever so much to crush his neck. Just a little. It is a long-time fantasy of mine." HK asked immediately after they headed for the door. Revan paused to look between the ithorian and HK. Deciding to play with the salesman a bit he smirked.
"Maybe later."
"Threat: You hear that, meatbag? I will be back!" HK-47 said with no small amount of glee in his vocabulator. Immediately after clearing the shop Revan moved to an empty street before addressing the droid.
"HK-47 I am your creator Revan, activate homing systems and perform diagnostics immediately."
"Commentary: Homing systems have been activated. Identity confirmed. It is good to see you again, master."
"It is indeed HK, now we're headed off world in a few hours, we'll gear up and ship out to Koriban as soon as possible." Revan instructed. "We also need to set up lodgings for those staying behind when I leave with the Hawk, I don't fancy those staying on Tatooine to become street peasants."
After stocking up on weapons, supplies and setting up accommodations Revan and those accompanying him to Koriban left the Anchorhead port.
"Alright everyone listen up!" Revan addressed those remaining. "Koriban is a sith world and is likely to be the home of an entire legion of sith soldiers and apprentices and other diseased filth, so unless I expressly say so you will follow my lead to the letter, anything else will make this short stay on Koriban very unpleasant."
"Commentary: I look forward to blasting all the meatbags that dare to harm you, Master. There are sure to be quite a few where we are headed, especially now that the Sith are taking orders from the former apprentice meatbag of yours, I very much look forward to this mission Master."
"Alright then, if we're all clear on that then we can all prepare ourselves. I myself am in the midst of recreating my robes from when I was out fighting in the last war. Sadly the mask I was using is lost so I'll have to fashion myself a new one."
"Where did you get your last mask anyway?" Akana asked curiously.
"When I was gathering evidence to take before the Jedi council during the war with the mandalorians I was on the planet Cathar that had been razed by the Neo Crusaders, the Force showed me, and those with me at the time, the events of what happened via a Force Vision, how a female mandalorian was shot by her own people for trying to prevent the actions of Cassus Fett, who ordered the genocide of people of Cathar. I swore then, after I saw that vision, that I wouldn't remove that mask until the mandalorians had been defeated. Now without that mask it will be that much harder to convince the people on Koriban that I am who I say I am, it's for this reason I have purchased HK-47, the assassin droid I created to help guard me, his presence will help with what I'm planning on doing. Expect a fight, for the sith will not be happy to be told what to do from their previous master."
"Gleeful Statement: Then they will feel the burn of blaster fire for their lack of respect." HK said eagerly.
"Because of how fast the Ebon Hawk is compared to the Republic standard freighter ships we should be coming up on Koriban shortly, maybe half an hour to one at most, so be ready."
Landing at Dreshdea Revan quickly exited the ship with HK, Mind Tricked the docking officer out of a fee of a handful of credits.
"HK go to the academy…let yourself in and wait for me." Revan commanded his assassin droid before moving onward, coming upon the sight of an egotistical sith wannabe.
"Force forbid, you're a power hungry fool." Revan muttered not at all subtly. The Sith student turned sharply at Revan's words, ignoring the sith hopefuls he's been torturing a second ago.
"What did you say, Jedi scum, I dare you to repeat that!" he said warningly, sparks of electricity jolting from his hands.
"Ever since Alek took over this place has gotten even more pathetic than before I was here, you sith have no brains." Revan said just as Shaadran unleashed a torrent of Force Lightning at Revan, when it was over Revan stood completely unharmed.
"What? How?" Shaadran gaped in wonder. Revan smirked darkly at the young man in front of him.
"That was pathetic. Here, I'll show you how it's supposed to be done." Revan said before frying Shaadran with his own lightning, in seconds Shaadran dropped to the ground in a smoking heap.
"That, is how you use lightning you fool, so much pain that it overloaded your brain to the point where it shuts down completely, killing the target, or leaving them vulnerable to further attack." Revan said condescendingly. Revan turned to the group of hopefuls that had been sucking up to the moaning pile of limbs moments before.
"All of you want to leave this planet and never return." Revan commanded, essentially brainwashing them. Without even so much as a word they all scampered off. Revan turned back to Shaadran who was twitching like mad trying to regain his basic motor functions.
"Let me pose to you a hypothetical situation, a man arrives on a planet and a stranger gets his ass handed to him, ends up a heap on the ground. The beaten man asks for mercy from that who just thrashed him, what should the man do, spare him or kill him?" Revan asked.
"Gahg…" Shaardran tried to answer but his tongue wasn't working yet. Revan rolled the man on his hide, looting him of his valuables, some credits and a Sith Medallion.
"People like you shouldn't touch the Force…you infect it with your filth." Revan spat leaving the man on the floor to choke and die on his own spit.
"Look here, my dear friends." A sith said suddenly as Revan passed through the colony, a haughty blonde human female. "We have a newcomer to the colony... a Jedi, no less. I don't believe I've seen him before, have you?"
"I hate Jedi... and these fallen ones are worse!" one of her group complained. "They always get into the academy, and they think they're better than the rest of us!"
"Well it can't be hard to be better than scum now can it?" Revan said smirking. "And your mistaken, I'm no Jedi, haven't been one for a great many years."
"Those are very brave words for such an insignificant person." Lashowe said, "Do you not realize how many Sith are here in Dreshdae?"
"No matter how many of you there are, trash is still trash." Revan retorted folding his arms, taking the Sith Lord Stance.
"Why you…!" Lashowe said angrily moving for her lightsaber when one of the other hopefuls started laughing stopping her.
"Ha ha! Looks like this one's not afraid of you at all, Lashowe." one of the other Sith said, sniggering. She whirled around onto him, anger in her eyes.
"Are you going to let us be insulted?" Lashowe snapped at him.
"What? You can dish it but you can't take it?" Revan quipped jovially.
"Enough! I don't have time for this." Lashowe snapped. "I'll deal with you later." She said in a way trying to be threatening but Revan just waved her off. He turned to the other two that were with her.
"If you're smart you'll leave with her, if not I'll snap you like a twig." Revan threatened. They bolted after that leaving Revan to himself in the hallway. With that out of the way Revan made his way to the canteena where he instantly sighted a twi'lek sith in the corner. She turned to look at him with a curious gaze for a moment before Revan approached her.
"Is there something you need, human? Make it good, for I have little patience." she snapped. Revan grinned at her temper, this just might be fun.
"You're with the Sith, aren't you?" Revan asked. The twi'lek laughed.
"You must not have been on Korriban for very long. Either that or you have been feeling your way about blindly. Luckily for you, I am in a charitable mood." She said with a grin. Revan cocked a brow.
"A charitable sith? Didn't think there was such a thing…" Revan said with a smirk. The tei'lek scowled but continued on.
"I am Yuthura Ban, second only to Master Uthar of the Sith academy here in Dreshdae. I am the one who decides which few of the many hopefuls who travel here to train actually become a Sith. Why? Is it your desire to enter the academy? Is that why you are here?" she queried.
"I want in, yes." He wasn't going to say not to join them however.
"Ahhh, so you are just another hopeful after all. Or are you?" she asked poking around Revan with the Force. "There is something odd about you that I cannot place... I sense... that you are very strong in the Force. That you have already honed some of your abilities. Jedi training, is it?"
"Amongst other things, yes. What difference does it make?" he said defensively.
"Perhaps none. Perhaps all the difference in the world. Either way, you possess enough raw power to intrigue me greatly. With that kind of power, you could become a great Sith. Perhaps... if I let you. Does that interest you?" she asked.
"It is one of my goals, yes."
'If only to get into the academy so I can tear it apart.' He added mentally.
"Ah, good. Exactly the sort of answer I was hoping for. I will take you to the academy and we shall see if you are ready to join the ranks of the Sith." She said decidedly.
"Lead the way."
Coming up to the entrance of the Academy Revan was privy to the sight of corpses littering the ground, the hopefuls and the guard at the front, the guard with a blaster wound on his head.
'That's HK's work no doubt, meaning he's inside somewhere…good.' Revan thought as he and Yuthura entered the academy. Entering the main hall of the academy Revan was introduced to the headmaster of academy 'Master' Uthar.
"Greetings, prospective students." The bald man said calmly. "It appears we have a late entry. Who do you bring before me, Yuthura? A young human, bristling with the Force?" the bald man asked.
"A human that has had some training, it seems, Master Uthar. Very promising, I think."
"That I'll judge for myself, thank you." He said coldly. About to quiz Revan Uthura interrupted him.
"I also have to report that someone has infiltrated the Academy, assassinated the guard at the front." Yuthura said calmly. Uthar's eyes widened a fraction at this news but showed no other signs of surprise.
"Indeed? That will have to be looked into. But to the matter at hand, human... what do you know of the ways of the Sith? What preconceptions has your mind been polluted with?" he asked.
"I know all I need to, the Sith are powerful and I want in on that power. Now we going to move this along, there are better things is could be doing with my time than standing around talking to you." Revan said, having no intentions to declare himself outright, he didn't want to get blood on his shoes.
"Likely it is more true than you realize. Allow me to speak of the deeper matters at hand. The Jedi equate the light with goodness and strength and the dark with weakness and evil. That is their tradition and it is truly no surprise that they cling to it for comfort. We, however, do not treat the Force as a burden. We treat it as a gift, a thing to be celebrated."
"We use it to acquire power over others... and why should we not? Because the Jedi say we should not? We are as the Force is meant to be. The Jedi would hide that from you... they would tell you the dark side is too quick, too easy, all so that they need never challenge the passions that lie within them."
"Joining with us means realizing your true potential." Uthar said proudly. Revan had to fight the urge to laugh at the bad man's words, one could not realize their full potential by only using small parts of a larger whole.
"It means not stifling yourself solely for the sake of hide-bound shamans and their antiquated notion of order. Be what you were meant to be." he turned to a familiar snobby female Sith Revan recognised from the colony. "What say you, Lashowe? Are you ready to learn the secrets of the dark side? Dare you?" Uthar egged her on.
"I dare, Master Uthar! I am ready!" she said proudly.
"Brash and fiery, as expected. Turn that passion to your advantage, child. What of you, Mekel? Are you ready?" Uthar asked a boy with the beginnings of a goatee growing on his face.
"I am, Master. More than ready." the boy answered.
"I sense much anger within you, young one. That is good. That will provide you power. And Shaardan... what of you?" Uthar asked the last one. Revan's eyes recognised him from earlier.
'That's odd, he didn't choke to death, someone must have saved his life by moving him, what a shame. Oh well, next time I won't leave it to chance.' Revan thought. Shaardan looked at Revan quickly before lowering his head in a bow at Uthar.
"I am always ready!" he declared, though Revan could tell his confidence was forced.
"I see. You had best gather your wits for the trial ahead, boy, or you will not last." Uthar warned. Lastly he turned back to Revan.
"And you, young human? Does this interest you? Are you ready to learn more of what I speak?"
"I'll destroy anyone and anything that gets in my way!" Revan said resolutely. Uthar scrutinized Revan once again, trying to peer into Revan's mind and soul.
"Is that so?" Uthar asked, raising an eyebrow. "I can see into your heart, young human, and I see a dark kernel that is there. If it is ready to sprout remains to be seen. And so shall it be." he smirked evilly.
"Now, then. All of you five recruits have shown a degree of facility with the Force... you all have the potential to become true Sith. Only one of you, however, will succeed. The one who succeeds will be admitted to the academy as a full Sith. All others must wait until next year and try again... if you survive." the cruel glint in his eyes implied it was more than likely that only one of them would survive. "My pupil, Yuthura, shall be your teacher and master while you attempt to prove yourselves. Heed her words." Uthar droned.
"As Master Uthar said, none of you are true Sith YET." Yuthura said, "For that to occur, one of you must do enough of worth... gain enough prestige... to be selected. What is an act of worth? You must learn that for yourselves. Remember that you are competitors, here... fight for your destiny, or go home."
"If you wish to gain a lead over your competitors, the first of you to learn the Code of the Sith and tell me of it will be rewarded." Uthar noted, "The rest is for you to discover. Welcome to the dark side, my children... your one chance at true greatness lies here."
"Your one chance at true greatness lies here. What a crock, the galaxy will be thankful when I strip that pompous moron of his life." Revan declared in his quarters within the academy. Sensing someone out of his traveling party close by Revan added. "Wouldn't you agree Yuthura?"
"You are what some might consider to be brave, or very foolish, human; throwing threats like that around these halls." Yuthura said condescendingly.
"When you're me, you'll find you can do almost anything. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Revan." Revan said with all the seriousness he could muster.
"Really?" Yathura asked in a tone that conveyed that she did not believe him in the slightest.
"Really really. Tell me Yathura, how familiar are you with my background, with all the gossip that's been floating around within the academy you've had to have some idea by now." Quipped Revan.
"As familiar as anyone that has heard of Revan's exploits, my joining the sith was just after Malak usurped the title of Dark Lord from him." Yathura answered.
"Ah so you are as talented as I thought, to rise so quickly in the ranks of the sith at your age. I also sense that you are far more versatile in your education of the Force than what is taught here on Koriban, as far as I am aware. It must have been that aforementioned talent that got you this far. In any case, I've decided to let you live past this point instead of killing you." Revan said airily.
"Oh really? And pray tell, Revan, how would you have accomplished that?" Yathura sneered. Revan cocked his head to the side a fraction.
"Not me, him." Revan said indicating to the visage of HK-47, whom was standing right behind Yathura. Yathura jumped when she noticed the droid towering behind her.
"Plea: Master can I shoot her, blow her head off her meatbag shoulders?" the assassin droid asked.
"Allow me to introduce you, Yathura, to my personal assassin droid, HK-47. You'll have to forgive him, he can be quite bloodthirsty." Revan said jovially, shaking his head at HK.
"HK-47?" Yathura gaped.
"Oh so you are familiar with him. It seems your reputation precedes you, HK." Revan quipped.
"Sarcastic statement: Oh joy." HK deadpanned.
"Ok, now with that out of the way, let's get down to business; I am looking for the Star Map that leads to the Star Forge, and you will help me get to it." Revan revealed.
"What's in it for me?" Yathura asked shrewdly.
"Well I was thinking about taking you under my wing and teaching you about aspects of the Force that will set you far apart from the sith trash on this planet, including that idiot Uthar. What do you say, are you interested?" Revan asked with a raised brow.
"What could you possibly have to teach me? Malak beat you, you are no longer the strongest, anything you have to teach is not worth learning." Yathura countered.
"Oh come now, that's not very nice. Malak saw a cowards chance to kill me and went for it, firing on my command bridge during my fight with the Jedi strike team. Out of the two of us he knows I am the stronger, so he chose to betray me from afar. When I see him next, I will kill him, along with those siding with him. So again I ask, do you wish to learn the power the Dark Lord knows not? Or will I have HK blow your brains out?" Revan asked again.
AN: what will happen next?
I want to hear some theories.
Till then, may the Force be with you.