Welcome to my 2nd chapter of this story :D now just a heads up, I did mention the story will get dark at times, so sensitive subjects may be touched upon so this is your fair warning (it may pop up here maybe not just a heads up). Also thanks to evolution for reviewing! It always motivates me to keep going when I get feedback on my work. And to mr. Mastermind technically he's not a Sith lord by definition per say since he adheres to some bits of the light side, he walks the middle path of neither yet I guess its an accurate description since my revan prefers dark to light for reasons that will be evident later. I'll do my best to keep the KOTOR storyline in tact but I may need to take some liberties so the story fits correctly. Also this takes place after the teams had been formed in Episode 8 players and pieces but before episode 9, with that out of the way I hope you enjoy! Also from now on ' ' means inner thoughts unless specified otherwise from context.

Emerald Forest

The skies remained clear, the sun shone brightly across the cloudless sky; which is why to those who heard it many found themselves surprised by what seemed to be the sound of mighty thunder roaring from the heart of the woods. None of the students had any reasons to be in the woods and the instructors had no causes to keep the area monitored, as such when a small crater was formed by a ball of energy in the middle of the Grimm infested woodland, none were present to witness the spectacle.

Feeling like he'd been trampled by a Rancor, Revan sluggishly brought himself upright to take in his surroundings. His last memories had been waiting for the embrace of death as the ship exploded around him, the blast reaching the top deck before his memory went blank. Ignoring the pain echoing across his body, the Sith found himself surrounded by lush forests healthy with vegetation and fauna. His first thoughts was that he was dead, and this was some sort of afterlife, but those thoughts quickly departed from his mind since he knew he would be forced to atone for the blood he had spilled as there would be no redemption for him.

While taking in the life filled woodland around him, he saw something else lying down in the crater he found himself in. The object in question turned out to be the corpse of Commander Wolfe, the holes in his chest evident from the blades that had pierced him, yet he seemed finally at peace after so long at war. The best assumption Revan could make is that whatever had sent him here had also grabbed the Republic officer due to their proximity, if only it could have somehow saved his life.

"Damn you Wolfe, even in death you cause me no end of trouble" the Lord chuckled to himself quietly, he refused to leave the man's corpse out in the wilds to be feasted upon by some scavenging beast.

With the carefulness as one would take lifting a wounded child, Revan picked up his fallen foe and proceeded to walk admittedly aimlessly through the forest. His survival training kicking in, he knew that such lush green vegetation meant this area had a steady supply of water somewhere in the vicinity and where there was water there was civilization. Noting the sun's direction in the sky (the only one he could see at least) it was roughly middle of the day meaning he had plenty of time before dark.

'I wonder how I got here. There's no way anyone had time to get me to an escape pod before the explosion. Maybe I'm simply hallucinating? Doubtful, I've had visions that were more outrageous than this. Interestingly enough this seems nothing like most worlds I've come across, it's quite rare to see such natural beauty untouched by industrialization, a primitive world perhaps?'

His thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of nearby bushes rustling and fallen branches crunching under something heavy. After gently lowering the deceased commander to the ground, Revan lowered his hands parallel to the lightsaber hilts he had holstered on his waist. The standoff didn't last long as slowly from the shadows of the forest, beasts with fur as black as a starless night sky and bone like armor that covered their skin emerged from the bowels of the wood. 'Interesting, they don't seem to exist in the force, but that should be impossible as they're clearly organic. They seem quite interested in me… and not simply for food, this is more than some primal survival instinct.

I feel… darkness emanating them, they feed off the Dark side perhaps?' He notes that more emerge from behind him, some resembling large bear like creatures with spikes emanating from their hides while others retain their werewolf like stature. 'Different species? Working in cooperation? I don't see great intelligence in these things, but it does support the fact they're drawn to the dark side in some manner… regardless It seems I'll have to analyze their corpses.' Activating his blades, he put himself in a defensive stance, never straying from his fallen nemesis, things were about to get very interesting.

Headmaster Ozpin's office

While no footage or surveillance of the anomaly was available, the sound it produced was more than enough to gain the attention of many. With teachers still organizing classes and the students getting settled in with their new teams, the staff had some spare time before the semester started in earnest. Using this window of opportunity, Ozpin had called the teachers together to discuss the potential threat to the academy.

The headmaster sat in his chair with his coffee mug in his hand as always, his calm demeanor overriding any sense of panic or shock that ran through many in the school.

"Do we have any idea what created that sound? Is there any remaining cameras or surveillance drones in the area for visual conformation?" His calculating eyes swiftly turned to his head assistant and combat instructor at the school Glynda Goodwitch.

The instructor was obviously highly stressed, not in panic but scrambling to try to find any indication on what had happened. "I'm sorry sir but nothing, it doesn't match any kind of Grimm roar we've heard before nor do we have any remaining visual devices in the area after the students finished testing." She seemed disappointed as well as irritated by the lack of information regarding a possible threat so close to the school.

"I don't like charging in blind Ozpin, but if there is something dangerous out there we need to identify and possibly destroy it before matters get out of hand." Professor Port echoed what many were thinking in the room, it was their duty as Hunters to protect humanity from any and all threats.

"I must agree *sip* such an event is unprecedented in academy history *sip* we've cataloged every species of Grimm within a twenty mile radius *sip* such an anomaly must be investigated and recorded." As usual Professor, or as he preferred to be addressed "Doctor" Oobleck rapidly gave his opinion while drinking what always seemed was an endless supply of coffee from his thermos. Being a history teacher he was obviously intrigued at such an occurrence and couldn't wait to document what he found.

"Very well, this could be a simple random occurrence or a grave threat, as such I'm sending all of you to investigate this. I refuse to take any chances just as school is preparing to begin so be on your guard." Ozpin was uncomfortable about such an unexpected event so close to a pivotal time of the year, as his staff exited the room

he felt that great change was coming and this was only the beginning.

Twenty minutes later, Emerald Forest clearing

The tide of monstrosities had yet to wither no matter how many met their end at the hands of the outsider, on the opposite the waves of beasts only seemed to slowly grow in strength as time grew on in a war of attrition. Revan was a master fighter in his own right, arguably his mastery of the force is unparalleled across the galaxy without even mentioning his proficiency in lightsaber combat; but even he had his limits. 'Damn pests, his body will be a skeleton by the time I kill them all. Although I guess my theory was right, they're drawn to the emotions that feed the dark side like moths to a flame, which means this could be a very long battle.' Revan's mind began to attempt to figure out some sort of escape plan or theory on how to disperse the horde so he could continue.

The issue with both ideas is he had no idea where he was or where he was going and he had no information on his opponents other than they had no regard for their own lives and cared little for the losses of their kin. He was sure he could keep this up for at least up to an hour since he didn't really need to use any advanced stratagems or high focus force powers to slay the mindless beasts, yet their numbers seemed limitless and their tenacity unmatched. As he prepared to strike down another creature that dared draw to close, what seemed to be beams of energy emerged from the forest to grapple the beast, soon after crushing it. It seemed he had company.

Emerald Forest moments earlier

The team had set out immediately after speaking with Ozpin, avoiding students whenever possible so as not to raise suspicion when they left campus grounds. No words were spoken during their travel, all three members equally focused on the task at hand. While initially moving slowly to attempt a stealthy approach, the sounds of trees being uprooted and crushed beneath massive weight forced them to rush forward throwing caution to the wind. It took several minutes for the group to reach the source of the disturbance, but the battle was still very much underway. This was evident by when the group grew closer to the sounds of battle, an Ursa flew past them crashing into multiple trees before finally stopping and dissipating.

After rushing through the woods and slaying the few stray Grimm that weren't embroiled in the current battle, the group appeared at the clearing seeing a darkly clothed figure surrounded by the Grimm. He seemed to be guarding something as he never left his position but they couldn't see what, Glynda decided if they wished for answers they'd need this person alive and launched an attack to help fend off the growing dark tide.

Revan took a moment to analyze the attack, it was very visual with its bright display of color and physical form so it couldn't be the force. He never had dabbled in Sith sorcery much so it could've originated from a master of those arts, yet he felt no anger or any strong emotion as the assault was launched against the beast meaning this wasn't powered by the force at all. His eyes taking a moment to glance where the spectacle originated from, the view caught him by surprise. A blonde woman with emerald eyes covered lightly by glasses had her riding crop pointed outward, an obvious source of the strike.

Her attire is what mostly confused him, he was used to seeing women fight on the frontlines all the time yet she seemed totally out of place here. She wore a black business skirt on her lower body while the top was covered by a long white sleeved suit that covered most of her up. She seemed prepared to teach a classroom of children rather than go monster hunting, although he would learn soon enough these would go hand in hand.

On her right was a portly man, not overly large but rounder than the average man. He wore a double buttoned burgundy suit with gold buttons matching his dress pants tucked into his boots. His weapon seemed the most bizarre out of the three, somehow combining a blunderbuss gun with axe blades on the frontal edge. It was a simplistic design and most likely efficient.

The final piece of the trio would stand out in any crowd, the man had messy green hair and a much disorganized appearance. His full white shirt tucked half tucked into his pants while his collar remains raised as well as brown and black shoes with seemingly opaque glasses shielding his eyes. He wielded a thermos as if it were a standard weapon, although since the others brought such strange things to a battlefield, Revan wasn't about to question its effectiveness without firsthand experience.

The dark lord wasn't simply taking in their looks, he could see them cautiously eyeing him, curious and weary of his obviously out of place presence in such a region. The woman who acted as a leader also continued to glance at his weapons, obviously his armament was unique here especially considering their forms of combat. Deciding to sort this out at a later time, His only communication to the new "allies" entering the field was a quick nod before rejoining the fray as a Beowolf attempted to sneak up behind him earning a swift decapitation.

Taking this as a somewhat non-aggression pact, the teachers immediately bolted into the opening and went on the offensive, while the darkly clad figure simply remained where he stood refusing to leave his self-assigned post. Even in the midst of combat Glynda made sure to keep an eye on him at all times, if he turned out hostile in the end they needed to know what they were dealing with. During the ensuing melee she found herself surprised, and almost fearful of this newcomers abilities.

His strange blades that seemed to have nothing within them but light carved through trees and Grimm as if they were butter, he also seemed to have some sort of telekinesis as he tossed several Grimm with mere hand gestures. What truly shocked her is when an Ursa attempting to crush the man under its weight, it found itself floating in air as if held by some invisible force. Seconds later the beast roared in a mixture of pain and fury as with the motion of two hands separating, it was literally torn in half right down the center.

With the four of them combined, the horde had eventually been wiped out yet concern was evident amongst the team. Grimm had often taken residence within these woods yet they never congregated in such numbers before, especially not to hunt down a single target. Their gazes turned to the figure as his swords (as they simply referred to them) somehow disappeared, slowly returning to the metallic hilts that held them.

The man (or she assumed he was by his physical appearance) simply returned to where he had begun the battle, picking up something very carefully before rising to standing once more. It was obvious as he walked towards them it was a body, not one they recognized yet the uniform signified importance of some kind. Glynda felt tension growing as he neared them, still having not spoken a word and proven he was quite capable in combat. Only when he was mere feet with them did he engage in communication.

"Cemetery" Was his only word, his voice cold and unfeeling. It made his request seem more like a command.

The team exchanged glances with one another, while they had no idea who this person is and certainly didn't trust him his request was genuine enough in their eyes. Their gazes met his and accepted his request with simple nods, the stranger making a short bow of thanks in return.

The trip back had been a very quiet one, neither side willing to begin a conversation especially as one of them held a fresh corpse in his arms. Glynda took a moment to open her Scroll and send a message to Ozpin.

'Target found, meet us at the cemetery with a casket prepared, deceased seems to be of high importance to guest and uniform suggests military service, Will explain later.' Her fingers danced across the virtual keyboard as she typed out her message, after receiving conformation from Ozpin she returned to her task of guiding them back to civilization. As the journey continued she took a moment every now and then to glance back at their guest, they doubted he could do much with both his hands occupied, but she wasn't taking any risks. Her thoughts began to wander as they drew nearer to their destination. 'Whoever he is, he obviously knows his fallen friend quite well. The man's uniform suggests military service… but I've never seen any of the kingdoms use such outfits. The man's cloak obscures practically everything about him, even during the fight I couldn't catch as much as a glimpse of his face beneath it.

Perhaps they were comrades in arms during their service, but that begs the question when did they serve and whom? There hasn't been a war for many years now and the officer seems far too young to be able to have fought in the Great War. There's no way a Grimm was that… "Tame" in the killing of someone and I don't know of any weapon that could cause such harm to a person, so the cause of death is also unknown.

As they found themselves entering the outskirts of the city, she cataloged her thoughts for later during the inevitable questioning of their guest. Wishing to avoid suspicion, they sidetracked main roads and later arrived at a private burial site on the outer edges of the city. By now the sun had begun its descent across the horizon, clouds had come to cover the empty sky darkening the land as it draped its shadowy blanket across the city. The burial ground had come into view, a small steel fence door guarding the honored dead within. Stone walls guarded the areas around the graveyard, ensuring no wild animals or roaming Grimm disturb the peaceful slumber of the departed.

After reaching the gate and ignoring the squeak of the bars as it opened, Ozpin sat plain in view next to an open casket and a neutral expression marked upon his face. If the time had been appropriate, one of the professors may have snickered at the fact he didn't have his signature coffee cup with him as he always did, only his cane beneath his hands. Keeping a respectable distance between the two groups, Glynda, Oobleck, and Peter stood aside for the figure to move forward. As he neared the casket, Ozpin stood aside and backed away a respectful distance. As Revan lowered the body of his former comrade gently into his final resting place and lowering it into the freshly dug hole, he prepared himself mentally for what would come next.

'It doesn't matter what they see or hear, whether they recognize me or not. He would've done the same for me.' With a calm sigh he cleared his mind of all irrelevant thoughts, the sound of faint thunder echoed as the sky itself began to cry fountains of tears for the lost Wolf. The Sith ceremonially lowered his cloak, revealing his obsidian hair that rivaled the darkness of an empty void, he could feel the people behind him observing him keenly yet he cared little. He grabbed his mask, slowly removing it from his face and attaching it to his side for later. He could feel the curiosity practically flooding from the natives behind him, and signaled them to join him in laying his friend to rest simply to keep their desires from distracting him.

All kept a respectful distance away, each taking a moment to take in his facial features. His azure eyes glimmered brightly even in the darkness, yet the inner iris' resembled a far darker shade like the depths of the deepest ocean. A great scar caused by a blade marred his face from the top right vertically down to his chin. It was obvious by how he carried himself and by his posture and looks he had seen many hardships and suffered greatly during his time amongst the living.

As the droplets danced across his form, he decided to begin.

"Commander James Mercer Wolfe, as long as I've served and fought we'd been friends. I remember when we first met, you were just a corporal then barely out of basic. Then again I was barely even considered a Knight by the order, yet we were both sent to fight against the fiercest threat the galaxy had seen in a long time." He took a moment to collect his thoughts. "I remember the stories we'd tell, how I'd be the first one to slay a Rancor bare handed while you were so determined that you'd kill a hundred Mandalorians on the first day. Ah we were so young, so innocent to the horrors the galaxy prepared for us.

But I guess we learned that at Cathar didn't we? Even back then, before all the promotions and praise you gained as a hero you were the same man you were when you died. You only gave respect to those who earned it, your soldiers were not merely numbers or last names to be listed; but comrades in arms… family. I remember when we were at that Cantina on Naboo where you met this pretty young Twi'lek barmaid who you just couldn't tear your eyes from." A nostalgic smile worked its way across his face, remembering the joy of the old days.

"Ah I laughed so hard when she slapped you for trying to flirt with her, you were such a klutz back then. Yet persistence paid off, and a year later I had the privilege to be your best man at your wedding. I still remember the smell of those freshly cooked Gorba meats, and the juicy taste of Banzon at the banquet." As if reliving the experience, he closed his eyes and sniffed the air remembering the delicacies from so long ago. His smile immediately vanished, his willpower almost crushed as he remembered something he wish he could've told the commander while he was alive.

"I just remembered something… I meant to tell you you're going to have pups! That's right, Shaya's pregnant she…she wanted it to be a surprise for when you came home. I promised you I'd look after your family no matter what, I know you weren't the biggest fan of me keeping an eye on them but hey! It's useful now isn't it?" His false joy easily detectable through his slowly breaking speech.

I wonder what she'll name it, you two used to always argue about that… I know that even from beyond you'll watch over them as you did me so long ago. At least now you'll join your pack amongst the stars, I'm sure they miss you." His composure slowly regaining itself, he knelt down and picked what seemed to be a medal in the man's pocket and placed it on his hands that were joined on his chest. "Do you remember what you wrote back then? Before our final mission together?" Silence answered, as if awaiting the answer to the question.

"Everything that was asked of us we've done, every night we lay in a filthy foxhole… hoping the enemy won't slit our throats. Every day we spent crawling through the dirt and mud while blasters fly all around. This is the enemy's last stand, when we take Malachor, we go home, all of us." The words recited as if they were burned into his memory from birth, he held the man's dog tags firmly within his grip. "Go to sleep great Wolf, your pack awaits you amongst the stars. You can finally go home, all of you.

" 'If only the war had ended then, if only fate was not such a cruel mistress.' His mind echoed, yet he ignored it. After a moment of silence for the fallen hero, Revan closed the casket and looked to a nearby shovel, while such menial tasks were beneath him in title he would never dare dream of leaving the duty to someone else.

The silent audience began to move towards him to possibly help, but he held a hand up to motion for them to stay back. "No. he was my comrade, my nemesis, my rival, and my friend… my brother in arms earned in blood. I must commend him to the earth." With that, he shoveled piece after piece of dirt into the slowly filling grave in utter silence save the rain falling against the ground. As he finished filling spot where his friend lay, and placing a tombstone over his grave he remembered none would know what to place on his final resting place. With complete focus and precision, Revan used his lightsaber to carve a final memorial to the fallen soldier.

'Here lies James Mercer Wolfe,

Hero of the Republic

A loving Husband, and a true Patriot

May he find peace at last

3990-3420

Leaving a space between his lifespan and the end of his memorials, Revan carved the Signature Wolfe insignia the man had painted on everything he used with a small phrase below it.

A leader who watched over his pack

After finishing all sat in silence for what felt like hours, all losing track of the time. Checking his cloak he pulled out the same Vibroblade Wolfe had used to fight him, honoring a pact he made with the commander "Your legacy will live on through me, I swear it." Before sheathing it once more. He took one final moment to look to the sky, clearing his mind. Satisfied he donned his mask once more and brought up his hood to cover his face, looking at the somber faces around him.

"I guess it's time for answers" His cold and calculating demeanor returning as he addressed them, Ozpin nodded solemnly and the group took off to the academy. If one were to look closely enough, and could see past the sheets of rain and the darkness of the cloak, they could see it was not only raindrops that watered the earth as they left.