Chapter 2- Malachor V
When I tell this story, if I tell this story, I am probably gonna leave this bit out. Alright, so in short I may or may not have fallen asleep in the cockpit. I know, right. But in my defence, it was a really…good…dream. The Horizon was top of the line but was poorly manufactured. While it had a thick hull, broad build and superb engines the Violet Horizon's Hyperdrive needed to be manually disengaged. I was asleep, so I almost missed my cue. It was likely that if I didn't wake up, the lives of both the Dark Lord and myself would forever be lost. Even in death he'd find a way to kill me again, painfully. Of course there was always a chance (though I wouldn't be willing to try it), that due to the ship's speed, size, weight and trajectory that upon impact with Malachor V it may too have been destroyed along with us. Luckily, I woke up and exited Hyperspace just before we entered her atmosphere. I was lucky I didn't blow Malachor into space dust! Revan was my hero, my mentor too perhaps. But I feared the man just as much as the rest of the galaxy did.
We touched down and I found Revan already waiting by the ramp. He was eager to show me where we were, eager to lead. The atmosphere of Malachor V was foggy. The fog meant I couldn't see a damn thing from the cockpit. Malachor V, I hated it. Not straight away, but I did over time. And in the coming years that hate would drive me to what I was told would be greatness and strength and justice. They lied. It led to weakness and torture and corruption. Who knew the girl I would one day love, truly love, would destroy Malachor. She destroyed it all, my true place of birth. Of course we have nothing to do with that place now, but I'm sure the topic will come up again before this mission's over.
I'd shut the viewport so no one could see into my ship, but that meant I couldn't see out. Revan welcomed me to Malachor, my new home. She was a beaut. Malachor V contained Yavin's green forests, Alderaan's waterfalls, Corelia's comforting breeze, Ziost's large mountain ranges, Dagobah's thick cloud coverage, Peragus' abandoned touch and Courscant's exotic market smells. Revan assured me there were more Sith inside, as if to comfort me. And it took me quite a few minutes to realise that he meant that there more Sith other than me, not other than him. So, Atton Rand the Sith. I had a feeling that if I really was a Sith, I should've been on Korriban or something; no, Revan was planning something. He was planning something big. I wasn't going to be a soldier, something else.
He took charge and led me inside a large me crevice in the side of a mountain which incidentally led to a massive Sith Academy complex. Suddenly I was no longer intimidated, I was comforted, this really was my home. There we're plenty of Sith inside. Scores of them, and I was sure there were hundreds more deeper inside. All these men, they were all made up of super mega elite soldiers or important Sith Lord Instructors. This academy was no ordinary place.
"Welcome to the Trayus Academy." said Revan, "Ancient centerpiece of Knowledge." I was led up to steps where I joined forty other men. Revan left me there and stood a few more meters higher than the others atop the staircase. He addressed us.
"Welcome students to Trayus Academy. Here you shall train, you will become warriors and assassins who will lead the Sith to victory. Amongst you stand cut-throats, thieves, slaves and ordinary people. You are all equally given this opportunity. The Galaxy is a dark place. This world will become your home. There are no sides to this war, all are light, but we embrace the darkness in order to show the light. Your training will be harsh. Most of you won't survive. You who survive will be mine, you will work under me, me and only me. You will be trained in elite arts that will teach you too survive, you will be given special rights as Sith captains, captains who command no one but yourselves. You are weapons, you will be weapons, you will be Jedi Hunters."
He turned away and climbed the stairs into abysmal darkness. Suddenly I knew what to do, my orders were planted in my brain using the Force. It was dinner and we were to eat.