Theron Fel had landed the Eagle in a clearing a few miles away from Kaas City, with the trek to the city going through dense forest. Jungle creatures, twisted from eons of stewing in the Dark Side – much like the ones that Theron had fought with his allies on Korriban – had blocked his path. As he had walked through the jungle and its ancient Sith ruins, he had killed many and encountered many more. The fights and the air had seemed to fill Theron's mind with thoughts of rage and hate.

Theron walked calmly into the open gates of the magnificent, terrible Kaas Palace. His red saber glowed eerily brighter than usual, as if the Dark energy in the air was amplifying its power. The air around him seemed to crackle, the energy in his body increased even more than that which amplified his lightsaber. I don't like this, Revan muttered.

"Like I do?" Theron asked. He gazed up at the facades of ancient, long dead Sith. Revan listed off their names as Theron went: Vitiate, Kallig, Nox, the Emperor's Wrath, Marr, Marka Ragnos, Naga Sadow... the list seemed to go on for quite some time. "It seems... odd that the Sith have existed for so long. I mean, I knew that they were old, but..."

But eons old? Revan finished. Kid, the Dark Side has been around since before the Republic or the Jedi.

Theron sighed. "Will killing Nihl even help?"

"The master said you would come," a voice called. Theron turned to the source of the voice and snarled behind his mask. Standing in the shadows between the gargantuan statues of Vitiate and Nox was a Sith. He was about a two meters tall, Cerean, with a long black ponytail and goatee. Two lightsabers, both a bloody bronze, illuminated the stone figures with dull light. "Though it would seem he was wrong. You are no Sith, and you are not loyal to the One Sith even if you were."

"Wow, you could tell that from what I said? You must be one of his genius lieutenants!" Theron mocked back. He walked towards the Cerean Sith, not making any move to attack the Sith. Still, the Cerean raised his sabers in fearful defense. "Tell me where Nihl is, and perhaps I'll spare you."

"You are weak if you would offer mercy," the Sith responded as he twirled his sabers into an offensive stance. "I cannot believe Lord Nihl tasked me with leading you to him. I suppose your head will have to do." With that, the Sith leaped towards Theron, bringing the full force of his weight behind his sabers.

Theron sighed and allowed the Sith to assault him, each time barely deflecting the blow. The Cerean Sith pushed Theron back, inch by inch towards the towering facade of Lord Marr. Filled with amusement, Theron recalled his fight with that Togrutan Sith, in which he had allowed himself to be pushed back in the same manner just so he could have a challenge. A... a year ago today, isn't it? Revan asked. Theron didn't respond. Just as I said then: this is a bad idea.

Theron laughed at that, drawing a confused and angry look from the advancing Cerean. "What do you laugh at, fool!?" the Cerean snapped as he feinted with one saber – a move Theron saw through before the attack even occurred – and slashed with his other. Both blades saw contact with nothing, Theron having easily twisted out of harms way. "Do you think of this fight as a game!?"

Theron laughed again. "Honestly, yes," Theron replied as he deflected another blade. He turned his saber off and grinned behind the mask. "Come and get me."

The Sith roared at the insult of Theron's nonchalant attitude and brought both blades down at Theron's face. Theron raised both hands slowly and channeled the Force through his palms, creating pockets of Force energy within his hands that absorbed the impact and energy of the two bronze blades. Almost without any difficulty, Theron shoved his arms outward and forced the Cerean to stumble backwards. Theron reignited his saber and slashed twice; the Cerean's hands fell to the ground with sabers still in the fists. The Sith roared in pain and fell to his knees.

"For the record, I offered you 'mercy' before the fight because I am strong," Theorn said, his voice like steel. He raised his red blade above his head. "I gave you a chance because you are so weak I am not afraid of you. Now, tell me where Nihl is and your death will be swift."

The Cerean stared up at the being standing above him and saw only what could have been described as a storm of the Force itself. He felt the fear overtake his heart and he handed Nihl's location over to Theron: "There is a shuttle bay awaiting you at the end of this hallway. In it you will take any shuttle – they are all pr-programmed with Lord Nihl's location." The Cerean's head fell to his chest. "Please don't kill me." The red blade separated his head from his neck moments later.

Revan began to admonish Theron for taking such a harsh path, but Theron quickly interjected. "I couldn't have him warning anyone," he said as he unleashed a volley of Force lightning at the corpse, the white energy charring the flesh and bone until it eventually crumbled to dust. "Getting where I need to go is going to be harder – not much, but harder – if everyone is trying to kill me."

At that, the ancient General could only give in to logic.

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Nihl watched the screen with a dispassionate face, though Wyyrlok by his side could see the manic excitement present in the Sith Lord's eyes. As Theron carefully sidestepped every attack that Darth Gaufin had thrown at him as if he was a Sith fighting a mere child. Nihl noted that the boy took an almost perverse pleasure in humiliating his enemy, going so far as to deactivate his saber and use pure Force energy to dissipate the plasma present in the bronze blades. Nihl chuckled gleefully to himself as he saw that, and even more when he saw the boy brutally cut off Gaufin's hands. When the boy destroyed the Sith's corpse to such an extent that it became ash, Nihl knew that he had found the next Lord of the Sith.

"He is certainly powerful, my Lord," Wyyrlok noted. The Sith sighed and shook his head. "But he is searching for you so he can kill you. Perhaps that is why Kralle is not present – she is aiming the blaster, if you will."

Nihl laughed darkly. "No, I do not sense the witch," he said without taking his eyes off of Theron on the viewscreen. "The boy has not fallen yet, contrary to what I believed, but he is close. The air of Dromund Kaas is calling him in, tempting him, seducing him with the power of the Dark Side. His actions are his own."

"He still means to kill you."

Nihl glanced over at Wyyrlok. "You are too protective, Wyyrlok," Nihl said before turning his attention back to the viewscreen. Out of the corner of his eye he glanced movement. "It seems the boy's Jedi friends are here – and with Horn as well."

"Do you wish for our guards to dispose of them?" Wyyrlok asked, his hand already on his communicator.

"No," Nihl muttered. He grinned with terrible evil and malice. "No, I have a much better idea. Have our forces stall them. The blade that pierces their hearts will be that which turns Theron Fel into Darth Revan."

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Horn frowned as the crew approached the entrance to Kaas palace. The city was deserted, there had been little true resistance on their way to follow Theron from where he had landed the Crimson Eagle, and Horn could not help but feel that they were being watched; something terrible was on its way. The children – No, those three are no longer children, she admonished herself as she thought on their victories and failures. The warriors Horn traveled with could even feel the foreboding evil hanging in the air, growing in strength with every step they took towards their friend.

Horn stared up at the statues of the ancient enemies of the Jedi, all their names lost to the ravaging of eons of time. She walked on, looking for danger only with her Force perception. When the ground crunched beneath her, that perception flooded outward in surprise and fear. She could sense the warped bone fragments beneath her feet, smell the odor of burnt flesh. After a quick struggle, she pulled her perception back inward and focused her eyes on the mess beneath her feet. "What is that?" Ana asked.

Horn shook her head and raised a warped rib. "Not Reva – Theron. Not Theron," she said, changing what she called the boy as she saw the look present on all three warriors' faces. Fear at the death of their friend. They were not aware that the mess on the ground instead revealed the incredible darkness that was growing within Theron – if Theron Fel even still existed. Horn shook her head and extended her perception again, looking for any sign of the boy.

"This way," Ana said, her subconscious connection with Theron and the draw of the white crystal in her pocket calling her to follow him. Horn watched the girl pass her and hoped that those connections to Theron Fel would not lead the girl to follow Darth Revan into the darkness.

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After walking through a long hallway containing a veritable honor guard of Sith who pounded their chests in salute as he passed, Theron stood face to face with the Sith Chagrian he had seen Ana fighting at the Hapes Palace. He stared at Theron with both blades extended outward, guarding the entrance to his master's throne room. "My master has been expecting you," the Chagrian told Theron. The lightsabers guarding the doorway did not move.

"Yes, I got that message," Theron said. His left hand was dangling above the same hip where his saber sat.

"Why is Darth Kralle not with you?" the Chagrian asked.

Theron laughed dryly. "Well, before I say anything, you should know the Zeltron was planning on betraying your master," he said.

The Sith examined Theron with cold eyes. "Yes, that sounds about right," he noted. One lightsaber deactivated and the hilt disappeared into the Chagrian Sith's robes. The other stayed at attention. "But you also plan on killing Lord Nihl."

"So?"

"He is stronger than any – that is why he rules the Sith," Wyyrlok stated.

Theron shrugged. "Then I guess he's in no real danger," he said. "So let me through... unless you want to tell Darth Nihl you think he's weak."

The Chagrian glared at Theron for a moment, then deactivated his other saber. "Go through, then," he told Theron, who nodded and walked past the Sith. Behind him, Theron heard two snap-hisses as the sabers reignited. He smiled to himself – so Ana and the others really did follow him. Theron felt his mind wander back to Ana, Rhen, and Van for a moment. He wanted to see them.

Unfortunately, he had to shove those thoughts from his mind. He stood, now, in a nexus of dark power. Clear plasteel windows showed the surface of the moon outside of Nihl's bunker, and the man himself stood before them with blade in hand. Theron barely had time to note the escape pods present at the edges of the bunker's main room before the entrance slammed shut behind him. Theron took a deep breath and glared at the Sith across the room. Nihl raised his wrist to his face. "Wyyrlok, see to it we are not bothered, but do not ignore my earlier orders," the Dark Lord of the Sith commanded. He let his wrist drop and grinned. "Come closer, Theron Fel. Come closer and taste of the Dark Side." Nihl raised his arm, and a torrent of purple lightning rushed towards Theron.

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Horn, Ana, Van, and Rhen stood in the moon bunker glaring at the Chagrian Sith. Behind them, more than a dozen Sith stood with ignited sabers to prevent retreat. "Hello, Imperial Knight," the Chagrian said with an evil grin. "I have dreamed about getting a chance to fight you once again. I have been learning your style since we last saw each other. I am no master, yet, but when we fight once again I shall learn so much more."

Ana glared at the Chagrian. "Let us through," she commanded as she felt Theron's presence through the door, in danger.

The Sith laughed. "No, no I don't think so," the Chagrian said. He pointed his sabers at Ana. "I was told to keep you out here."

Ana ignited her sabers angrily and the Sith behind them began to rush forward. "No!" the Chagrian snapped, freezing the Sith. "No, I think there is a way this could work." He smiled at Ana. "If you win, you enter. When you die..." the Chagrian shrugged.

Ana snarled. "Fine by me," she said, then she slashed forward with her silver blade. The Chagrian laughed and blocked the attack. Ana shot a commanding glare over he shoulder at her crew. "Get back. He's mine."

The dance then continued. The two masters of Jar'kai picked up their duel where it had left off on Hapes, as if there had been no gap in time between the two moments. Their blades slashed through the relative darkness of the bunker, colliding in brilliant flashes of light and noise. "Come now, Little Moff, surely you can fight better than this," the Chagrian taunted, lazily blocking each blow that Ana unleashed against him. "Where is that fire I saw during our Hapes duel? What, are you afraid for Lord Nihl's newest apprentice?"

Ana growled. "Shut up," she snarled, bringing her orange shoto around to collide with the red-orange of the Chagrian's blade. The lightsabers shivered in the air as both combatants poured as much force into the saber lock as possible. Ana then released the strength in her arm and spun with the push of the Chagrian. Her silver blade ran through the air, just centimeters from the Chagrian's head.

"You almost got me, Little Moff," the Chagrian taunted. "You are so close to seeing the fall of your friend."

Ana pushed her rage down and continued fighting, fighting against the Dark Side presence in the air to remain in the Light. "You don't know him," Ana told the Chagrian as she lashed out with her leg.

The Chagrian jumped over the kick, flipping over Ana as he went. He slashed at her head with his sabers as he flew through the air, but she rolled forward to dodge the attacks. "No, I believe it is you that does not know him," the Chagrian said. He slashed at Ana again with his sabers and Ana brought her blades upward. The lightsabers magnetic fields locked the plasma together and the Knight and Sith began to push against each other with all their might. "He will Fall, and you will die."

"Think whatever you want," Ana replied with a grin.

"What do you find so funny?" the Chagrian asked.

Ana kept smiling and pushed the hilts of her sabers forward so that her sabers and body were between both of the Chagrian's. "You let yourself open there, little Sith," she said. The barrel of the blaster on her saber was pointed at the Chagrian's head. She pulled the trigger. "Bye bye."

The Chagrian's corpse fell to the ground and a hushed quiet came over the Sith guarding the escape route. Ana deactivated her sabers and looked over to Horn and the others. "Let's head in," she said as she noticed that the Sith made no move to kill her. "It looks like we've been stalled long enough."

Horn nodded and walked forward, leading the group through the door. Ana gasped as she saw a figure's corpse on the ground with a red saber floating above it. The mask of Revan gazed at Ana as she entered, obscuring Theron's face from view. At his feet, Nihl was dead. "Took you long enough," he said as he took off his mask. His gray eyes were filled with happiness at seeing his friends again. But then his gaze fell on Sylven Horn. "YOU!" he screamed. His irises became blood red, matching his lightsaber. With murder in every movement, he charged the Grandmaster of the Jedi Order.

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Theron found that the assault of Darth Nihl was much different than the one he had endured during their duel on Hapes. Rather than full of overwhelming power and speed that threatened to end Theron's life at any moment, Nihl seemed... slow and weak. Theron was not sure if it was due to growth in his own abilities and power or if the Sith was finally showing his age.

Theron ducked beneath a slash from Nihl and stabbed out with his own saber, a move that was barely dodged by the Sith. Theron pressed his advantage of speed, spinning like a mirror to Nihl and landing a savage backhand into the Sith's midsection. The Sith doubled over and slashed wildly at Theron, who subtly redirected the Sith's attacks so he could more easily dodge them. Theron planted his foot on Nihl's chest and channeled Force lightning through his foot as he pushed off the Sith, flipping through the air and kicking the Dark Lord in the face with an electrified foot. Nihl's head snapped back from the blow, but he found the strength to remain standing. "W-what happened to you?" Nihl asked. He coughed and spat blood and a fractured tooth out.

Theron ignored the question and rushed towards Nihl again, deflecting Nihl's next lightsaber blow upwards. Theron jammed his first two fingers into Nihl's right eye, deciding to see just how far he could get in this fight without truly damaging the Sith Lord. Nihl screamed in pain and lashed out with his fist blindly, a blow that was barely blocked by Theron's forearm.

Theron swept his leg out, kicking Nihl's legs and causing the Sith Lord to fall on his back. "You are supposed to Fall!" Nihl cried out as he rolled with the fall and came back up to his feet. With only his left eye open, the Sith Lord slashed at Theron again. This time the blade caught the tail end of Theron's coat, nicking off a small section of cloth from the jacket. "Really? These are my only kriffing clothes left!" Theron snapped, sidekicking the Sith in the gut before handspringing off of the Sith's back.

"What has happened to you!?" Nihl shouted, slashing his saber wildly again. Theron merely laughed in response and deflected the saber. The Sith Lord screamed and brought his saber back at Theron, who flicked his wrist. His saber ran through Nihl's arm; hand and saber went flying into the air, separating as they flew. Theron reached out to grab the other saber, jumping over Nihl as he went. Theron grabbed the saber midair and flipped, sending both spinning blades into Nihl's back. The Sith stiffened for a moment, causing the plasma to drag further through his body. Theron pulled the two blades from Nihl's back and dropped the Sith Lord's saber next to his corpse. He had won.

He looked up from the body as the entrance flew open once more, revealing the three people he was most happy to see. His gaze remained stuck on Ana as the crew walked in and he couldn't help but smile behind his mask. For a moment, he felt as if he could begin to forgive them. "Took you long enough," he said as he slipped off his mask. Then he saw Horn, and what he saw as his friends' betrayal stung all over again. He felt rage flood through every pore of his body, from the Dark Nexus around him and from the rage in his soul it came. "YOU!" He rushed forward with his lightsaber at the Grandmaster. He was going to kill her.

AN: Hey everyone, there it was: the penultimate chapter in The Second Revanfall. Only one chapter left, now. First off, thank you to everyone who has supported this story or offered their own ideas, especially Kane. Secondly, to everyone who has followed/favorited the story, thank you – Cerberus Agent 0001, HK Target Shooter, JumpingToaster, S.R.457, Three Finger Jim, alucard32, eonhazuie, gwojo, page693, themytick, BallastedList, Bluesnowman, ElectroVenik, Gachmara, USS Explorer, and Wolfshark. I hope that the reunion and ending of this first Act of the Second Revan's life has been entertaining and that, if it has, the sequel I have in mind will be as well.