"They're all dead..."

Revan nudged another dead Padawan's body with his foot, frowning at the corpse from behind his mask.

"The Padawans, Knights, and even the younglings. They're all dead. So..."

Revan stepped over to the next corpse, and kneeled next to it. He stole a pouch off of the dead Jedi's belt, and searched through it momentarily, as if looking for something of value.

"Why can't I get out of the enclave?"

He ordered his conjured Sith Lords and Mandalorians to slaughter everyone inside the enclave. They did their job well. Not a single living thing-- if they could be called that-- was left standing. Even "innocent civilians" that were found in the enclave were killed. Revan even saw to it personally that the younglings were taken care of; it wasn't a particularly satisfying hunt, but he thought it necessary. He had originally believed that if he had everyone killed, the rest of his journey would be easy; that he'd be able to leave the enclave and finish further trials ahead of time so he could reveal them when he felt it was appropriate. However, killing everyone obviously wasn't the answer; it was probably best in the long run, though. If he didn't have everyone killed, everything would have become more difficult.

"Perhaps that is the difference between Malak and I...in this sense, anyways," Revan said as he made his way to the Jedi dormitories, being careful not to trip over any of the bodies. "I see the long term benefits of having my enemies eliminated, whereas Malak just sees a chance to shed more blood. In the end, he is nothing more than a fool..."

As Revan walked towards one of the dormitories, he stopped and looked inside an open room. It was full of charred skeletons, each of them surrounded by ashes that was once skin. These were the younglings Revan had slain. However, something was odd about them. It was odd because he had never seen them before in his life. It was possible that the Council had placed them there as part of Revan's prison, but for some reason, Revan didn't find that likely.

He merely shook his head, and proceeded into one of the dormitories. He walked over to the bed, and threw off the corpse that was lying on it. He sat down on the bed, and frowned a little bit as he recalled his fight with Kreia.

"I did not recall being aware of her ability to use the Force to control more than one lightsaber, nor did I know that she had a double bladed red lightsaber. In fact, I had bluffed knowledge of her apparent conversion the entire time. If she really did turn, then how would I have known in the first place?

"And Zhar...I didn't know the full extent of his prowess in combat. Of course, the Jedi could have programmed that in as well. However, that still does not explain Kreia..." He said, trailing off as he tried to find a solution to this problem. "And the younglings...I did not recognize any of them, and as for the other Jedi...I recognized most of them, though they were some of the Jedi who did not follow me to war. I didn't know how they would fight either.

"To have programmed this much information into my subconscious would have taken far too long, even for the Jedi Council," Revan said in frustration. "What are the chances the answer is staring me right in the face? Ugh...not even the Force would be able to give me enough insight to-"

He stopped and stood up as a bell went off inside his head. "The Force! That must be it! The Force flows through all living things, and binds us together. That means, by however small or large the margin may be, all living things in the universe are connected mentally, physically, and spiritually. In other words, the only way my subconscious would have information on the way others fight and behave is because we are all linked, so therefore I subconsciously am aware of...well, everything. That goes for anyone else in the universe as well..." Revan said, pausing to take a breath. "This explains so much more to me than anything else I have learned in the past. The reason Force Users can attack or defend others with the Force is because we are all connected," He paused again as a thought popped into his mind. "So, even though it is not possible, if a being was outside of the Force, not touched by it at all, they could neither be harmed by Force Powers or benefit from them....or use the Force for that matter."

Revan sighed and took a deep breath, then sat down on the bed. "Machines are not touched by the Force, so that's why only certain powers can affect them...I wonder if anyone else has ever thought of this?"

Probably.

Now it felt odd to think to himself. Since he was within his own mind, he felt no reason to be self conscious about talking aloud when no one else was around. Given this fact, he simply talked aloud to himself, unless he was not alone. Now, whenever he thought to himself, it felt almost alien to him.

He sighed and got off the bed, and walked out of the dormitory. He made his way to the Council Chambers to gather his conjured Sith Lords and Mandalorians, but when he arrived, he found them all dead. He didn't gasp in shock or anything of the sort, he just frowned. He walked over to the corpse with the freshest mark; it was a Sith Lord, obviously. He had two large gashes cut into his chest; they were caused by a lightsaber, judging from the lack of blood.

"What happened here?"

"My--my lord, we have...we have failed you..." The Sith said weakly, struggling to get the words out.

"I can see that," Revan said with a nod, noting the rest of the bodies. He noticed that one Sith Lord was missing from the slaughter. "Not all of you, however. One of yours is missing. Tell me what happened. Now."

He took in a deep breath, then finally spoke. "A...a little gray Jedi Master...he, he ambushed us. We never even saw him coming."

"Little and gray?" Revan asked. He frowned, filtering through the possibilities. "Did he have pointed ears, and look to be well over a hundred years old?"

"Yes," He said weakly. "He jumped around like a maniac...I never would have expected something like that..."

"Master Vandar..." Revan said to himself. Vandar Tokare was a small Jedi master, his race a mystery to everyone; he had gray leathery skin, several wrinkles indicating that he was extremely old, pointed ears, and a rather gruff voice that almost sounded like he was gargling when he spoke. He nodded, then stood up and began walking away from the Sith Lord.

"Wait!" He cried weakly.

Revan looked over his shoulder, and simply replied, "What?"

"S-Save me, please...I've been loyal, haven't I? Please....save me from death."

Revan merely chuckled to himself, then said, "First of all, I don't know how to cheat death. I could heal you, but you are too close to death's grip to be saved. And second of all, your loyalty means nothing to me. You are but a tool to help me achieve my goals, and you are of no use to me anymore."

With mere thought alone, he snapped the Sith's neck in half.

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Figuring out where the two of them had run off to was relatively easy: all Revan had to do was leave through the door to the courtyard that Vandar was gracious enough to leave open, and then follow the scorch marks left behind by lightsabers and stray lightning bolts.

No wonder he survived. Revan thought to himself. He was probably the most powerful of the group I created.

It seemed like Vandar chose to lead the last Sith Lord on a chase, instead of taking him out right then and there. The purpose behind this was easily read: Vandar was trying to lead Revan into a trap. Even though Revan clearly recalled what happened the last time he sprung a Jedi trap, he still intended to take the bait. There was no chance of friendly fire this time, so he had little to worry about this time around.

Dantooine was a fertile planet; it was mostly grasslands and forests, with foothills and plateaus dotting the landscape. It was a calm and tranquil planet, even in Revan's mind. He could see why the Jedi would choose this planet as a safe haven and training facility. If Malak had the gaul, he would gladly destroy this planet without a second thought. Revan was actually hoping that wouldn't happen any time soon. He didn't care of the Star Map was lost; bombarding Dantooine would do more harm than good to the Sith cause.

"I actually care?" Revan asked himself incredulously. "Wow...Arias' light side must be getting to me." He chuckled.

He followed the trail until he arrived at something all too familiar: The Star Map temple. The Jedi believed this place to be mere burial mounds, but in truth this underground structure housed an ancient Star Map that, when activated, would show what planets the other Star Maps were located on. If they were all activated, they would reveal the location of the Star Forge. These were artifacts of the darkside; therefore, this temple was seething with dark power. Vandar made a mistake luring Revan here.

Revan walked down the steep slope that led into the underground labyrinth that spread for miles. He did not fully explore the ruins when he first visited them, simply because there was not enough time. Perhaps after he finished Vandar he'd explore a little bit.

The temple was completely devoid of life and light; the walls were made of dark gray stone. Everything was exactly as he remembered it. He proceeded down a dark hallway; as he walked, he heard saber clashes in the distance. Despite this, he did not pick up the pace; the fate of his conjured Sith Lord meant little to him. He eventually came to a room with three doors: one facing east, the other facing west, and the one he was looking at, facing north. They were each made of black stone, with a large stone padlock in the middle; each of which was opened by the Force.

He moved towards the northern door; it was clear that Vandar and the Sith Lord were behind that door. He paused for a few moments, waiting for the duel to end. After a short while, there was complete silence, except for the extinguishing of lightsabers. Revan waited for a minute, then he waved his hand in front of the padlock. The indentation was depressed, and after a few seconds the stone slabs slid either up or down into their respective slots. When the door was completely opened, Revan saw the short, gray Jedi Master in the room, standing a few meters away from the corpse.

"Darth Revan," Vandar said calmly, in his usual gruff, rather gnomish tone.

"Master Vandar," Revan replied, slowly walking inside the room. It was small; only five meters wide and lengthwise; the ceiling was about medium height; just enough for someone as small as Vandar to perform the amazing acrobatics of Ataru. Then again, just about any room size could be used by him. "You survived."

"Surprised?" Vandar asked, a small tone of arrogance underlying his voice.

"No, not too terribly," Revan shrugged, holding up his hand in front of him just slightly, as if to examine his gloved fingernails. "After all, those Sith weren't nearly powerful enough to handle one such as yourself," Revan said. He looked up from his hand, and glared at Vandar from behind his mask. "But now," He said, slowly lifting his hand above his head, angling it so his fingers looked almost like the legs of a spider. "You shall experience but a taste of the Dark Lord's power."

A concentrated storm of lightning rushed from Revan's fingertips at Vandar, catching him completely off guard. The blue-purple lightning struck the impish Jedi square in the chest, sending him flying backwards as small bolts of lightning coursed through his body. Vandar slammed into a wall, then slumped to the ground, completely motionless.

It's over all ready?

Revan frowned and cautiously approached the Jedi Master, waiting for him to rise.

"Is that the best the legendary Master Vandar has to offer?" Revan mocked. "Perhaps it was best you decided not to go to war against the Mandalorians. You would have been cut down in a matter of minutes."

He heard Vandar grunt, then he slowly began to rise to his feet, glaring at the Dark Lord.

"Don't waste your breath," Revan declared. "Soon, the Jedi Order will be cut down, along with your precious Republic."

"Not if I have anything to say about it!"

Before Revan even knew what hit him, he was struck by an invisible wave of Force Power that sent him flying backwards into a wall. He managed to summon a bubble of defense just before he hit the wall, but it hurt nonetheless. He grunted and quickly rose to his feet, staring at the Jedi Master in surprise. Crap...this might be more difficult than I had thought.

"Your reign as Dark Lord is at an end," Vandar said defiantly, removing one of his shotos from his belt and igniting the blue blade. "And not short enough it was."

"You will not stop me," Revan replied, igniting his blood red lightsaber in response. "I've become more powerful in these past few days than ever before-- exiling me to my own mind has only benefitted me. And this place you have drawn me to-- it courses with dark side power. You are nothing to me now."

"Your faith in the dark side is misplaced, my old friend," Vandar replied, flourishing his weapon and aiming the tip of the blade at Revan. "Arias will serve the Light, never the Dark. His will is stronger than yours."

"Then there is much you fail to understand."

The two cried in unison, and leapt at each other, their blades clashing in midair. They landed opposite of each other, but quickly spun around. Vandar leapt at Revan, unleashing a flurry of airborne attacks. Revan parried each blow, flawlessly moving from one parry to the next. As soon as Vandar landed, Revan swung at him, but Vandar jumped into the air and executed an arial spin attack aimed for Revan's head. He ducked and rolled to the side, anticipating Vandar to go for a strike from behind as well. As soon as Revan was back on his feet, he spun around and swung at Vandar with a one handed strike. The Jedi Master leapt and parried the blow in midair, spinning at Revan with a series of spinning strikes as he released a war cry.

Revan instantly started backing up, playing the defensive and attacking Vandar with one handed counter attacks when the opportunity presented itself. But Vandar was quick and powerful; he mastered Ataru to the point where his attacks could be used as parries as well. He was basically a tornado of blades.

Revan was backed up against a low wall that stopped at roughly his calf. Beyond that was the temple's system of labyrinths. Vandar leapt, striking for Revan's head. The blow landed, but fortunately for Revan, his Mandalorian mask was lightsaber resistant; the blow only made him tumble backwards over the low wall. He landed on his back, and looked up to see Vandar crying out and spinning at Revan. He gasped and quickly rolled out of the way, deactivating his lightsaber so he wouldn't impale himself. He quickly rose to his feet, and ignited his blade.

He quickly noted a large slab of stone that slanted upwards towards a large opening in the ceiling. It led only to another level of the temple, but Revan needed some kind of escape; Vandar was too powerful to be destroyed in lightsaber combat. He needed to somehow get the upper hand on Vandar. That may be his solution.

Vandar launched himself at Revan again, but he quickly strafed to the right, and leapt on to the stone slab. Before he could proceed upwards however, Vandar leapt in front of him, flourishing his blade at Revan.

"What's wrong, Revan?" He mocked. "Is the Dark side not powerful enough to destroy me?"

"No," Revan responded, gathering his hatred and turning it into raw power. "I was just getting you where I wanted you."

Revan gripped Vandar with the Force, constricting his windpipe. The Jedi Master gasped and dropped his lightsaber, gripping at his stubby throat with his claw like hands. Revan hurled Vandar behind him towards the ground, reinforcing the throw with a wave of dark power. The attack sent Vandar into the ground, causing a crater in the stone floor. Revan smirked, and jumped to the floor. He glanced briefly at the deactivated shoto, then gripped it with the Force and crushed it. Satisfied, he walked over to the crater, and looked down upon Vandar, smirking in delight.

"Let's see your precious Light save you now," He mocked.

Once more, Vandar rose to his feet with a groan, glaring at Revan defiantly. Revan's only response was the deactivation of his lightsaber, and hurling several bolts of lightning at Vandar with both hands. Vandar must have been expecting it, because what he did was rather unexpected.

Vandar held out his hands, and absorbed the lightning with his very palms. Revan snarled and pushed harder, pouring more power into his onslaught. Vandar was put off balance, losing some of his footing. He averted his gain from Revan, looking as if he were struggling to maintain his hold. Revan sneered and let the darkside surge through his body for a moment, making the lightning ever more deadly; somehow, though, Vandar regained his footing, and slowly returned his gaze to Revan. He let out a brief battle cry, and let out a surge of Force Power. Revan shouted in surprise as he was sent flying backwards until he finally crashed into a wall several meters from where he had been standing.

"Impressive..." Revan grunted as he rose to his feet, drawing his lightsaber once more.

Vandar leapt-- no, he didn't leap out. He was levitating! As he floated in thin air, large chunks of stone rotated around him. Revan grimaced, and drew his violet lightsaber, taking up a defensive stance.

"Most impressive," He muttered.

Without a word, Vandar launched the stones at him one by one. Revan cried out and met the onslaught head on. He sped towards Vandar, slashing at the stones as he charged him. He cut one of them in half with a slanted strike, and followed up with a spinning strike that split the following stone in hand. He ducked, narrowly avoiding the next stone, and following up with a midair cartwheel, slicing two more stones in half in midair. As soon as he landed, he sped towards Vandar, quickly closing the distance. He twirled his violet blade, and swung with his red with a slanted strike, using his violet blade as an off-hand strike in case the first one somehow failed. However, before he could complete his attack, Vandar lashed out at him with a Force Push. Revan expected it, but he was still sent off balance by the attack.

He quickly regained his footing, but Vandar quickly sped into the next chamber: The chamber containing the Star Map. If it weren't for the fact that Revan destroyed Vandar's weapon, he'd be a bit concerned. Revan ran and leapt over the low wall into the Star Map's chamber, which was more than twice the size of the first chamber they were in. Revan looked around, and only saw the Star Map. Where the Hell is he?

Revan spun around when he heard a loud cry from behind him, and the blur of a blue blade. A second one!? He snarled under his breath, and lifted his violet blade over his head, and parried the blow, then twirled the blade in an attempt to sever his legs; the attack just barely missed. Just before Vandar landed, Revan swung at him with his red blade. Their weapons clashed, and the two of them held them in place.

"You've fought well, Revan," Vandar replied, pushing back on Revan's blade. "You'd make a worthy Jedi Weaponmaster. Perhaps Arias could take that position, yes?"

"Well, wouldn't that be pleasant!" Revan snarled, pushing back on Vandar's blade. For a small guy, he was rather strong. However, Revan had the advantage of size, and natural strength. Vandar was actually struggling to keep his blade at bay. Revan screamed and spun to the side, swinging his violet blade at Vandar.

The impish Jedi leapt over the blade, and over Revan. Vandar swung, but Revan ducked out of the way, spinning around to meet his foe. As soon as Vandar landed, Revan was all ready swinging his crimson blade again. Vandar leapt again, high over the crouching Sith Lord. However, he was too high to actually strike Revan, but Revan leaned back on his right fist, which was holding his red saber. He twirled his violet blade above him at Vandar; the bright purple blade seared through both of his legs, separating them from the rest of his small body. The Jedi Master cried in pain, and went tumbling forth on the cold stone floor of the temple, his lightsaber skidding away from him before it hit the wall.

Revan quickly rose to his feet and deactivated his violet blade, clipping the weapon to his belt. He slowly walked over to Vandar, who was looking up at him defiantly.

"Go on, Lord Revan, destroy me. There is no death, there is the Force," Vandar replied defiantly, reciting the final line of the Jedi Code.

"Spare me," Revan said, spinning and inverting his weapon, holding it above his head as if it were a spear. "You're not even real."

Revan cried out in rage, and plunged the blade into his enemy's chest.