Theron's former crew was hard pressed in their battle against him, even with the Grand Master of the Jedi Order aiding them. He moved like a flash of lightning, beyond even what the Force sensitives in the group could understand. His red blade always parried the attacks of his former allies, and it was all they could do to keep him from brutally murdering Master Horn. As it was, he was still inching closer and closer to destroying her.

Theron twisted nimbly between the opposite shots of Ana and Van's blasters before locking blades with Rhen. As soon as the red and green touched, however, Theron was already gone, flipping over the Twi'lek and at the Grand Master. Her purple doublesaber deflected each of the brutal blows at the last second, but it was clear that doing so was already having an effect on her. Theron's saber passed her defenses for the first time, and she was barely able to move out of the way in time. Behind her, a section of her robes drifted to the ground, edges burnt. It hit the ground just as Rhen's viridian saber spun through the air where, just a half second earlier, Theron's head had been.

The maskless warrior bent backwards, avoiding the spinning plasma with space to spare. When he brought the red plasma of his own saber up to stop the spinning, he also lashed out with a back kick that sent Van flying across the room. Then he turned his attention back to Horn, striking quickly and using every trick in the book to disarm her – both in weapon and in body. Still, though, Ana and Rhen were able to keep him at bay with the assistance of the Grand Master and, as he recovered, Van.

The dance of death went on, the music accompanying it was silence punctuated with the hissing of sabers clashing or the grunts of exertion from the four combatants. Van narrowly ducked beneath a heavy wooden chair that Theron had thrown with his mind, only to again be knocked out of the fight, this time by a blast of concussive energy loosed by Theron. "Why are you still with her!?" Theron screamed as soon as Van hit the wall, falling unconscious, and the quickly Falling warrior had more room to breath. He deflected a blow from Ana's shoto and grabbed her wrist as soon as their sabers magnetic fields locked together. "She killed my family! She covered it up!" He wrenched Ana downward and delivered a savage punch to her face.

"Theron, you need to calm down!" Rhen shouted, going in to attack his old friend. The red and viridian clashed once more. "Look at what you're doing! Look at who you are hurting!"

Theron roared at his friend and charged his saber with Force Lightning. The energy channeled down the blades of the Twi'lek and he stumbled backwards, his skeleton showing from the effects of the supernatural lightning. "I was going to forgive all of you!" Theron shouted at Rhen, anger and sadness filling his voice.

Rhen met his friend's red eyes as their sabers locked again and Rhen felt himself being pushed back. "For what!?" Rhen asked as he struggled to remain upright. Soon, Horn had arrived and landed a front kick on Theron's side, ending the struggle he and Rhen had been locked in. "For trying to keep you from doing something you would regret?"

"I don't regret killing Moff Gann," Theron retorted as he deflected the twin strikes of Rhen and Horn with his single blade. "And I won't regret killing her."

"And us!?" the Twi'lek asked and he pressed forward on the red saber. "Will you kill us, too?"

Theron's strength faltered and his eyes went wide as he heard that, giving Horn and Rhen just enough time to deliver a joint kick on his midsection and send him flying into Ana's grip. She looped her arms beneath Theron's and placed her hands together behind his head, limiting his movement. "Are you ready to do that?" Rhen asked his friend.

Theron breathed heavily for a moment, then turned his red eyed gaze towards his friend's face. "Then I guess I'll have to be careful not to kill any of you," he said darkly. He arched his hand towards his own body and a streak of white lightning flooded from his hands and hit his own body. The lightning continued through his body and into Ana's, causing the woman to shriek in pain until she finally let go of him. Theron turned and gripped her with the force before throwing her into Van's recovering form. Theron's two former allies tumbled together across the floor until they hit the wall. They laid there, sprawled and unconscious. Theron turned his attention back to Rhen. Theron reignited his red saber and sighed."Maybe after we all get out of here, I'll still forgive you."

Rhen saw his friend tense up and decided not to give the black clad man any chance to attack. Rhen rushed forward before Theron did and his viridian saber was stopped inches from Theron's head. Theron smirked in victory then stood to his full height, forcing the viridian blade upwards as he did. Rhen struggled against the force holding his saber, to no avail. Theron deactivated his saber again and landed punch after punch into his friend's midsection. Finally, he delivered a Force imbued blow to his friend and the Twi'lek felt the wall greet his back. He groaned and found he couldn't push himself up to his feet.

Theron turned to the Grand Master, who stood alone. Her purple double saber was held in front of her body, ready to defend against whatever it was that Theron next did. She was surprised when Theron placed his saber on his hip and reached out with one hand. "You're going to show me everything," he said threateningly, causing the Jedi to arch her brow in confusion.

Then the assault began. Horn dropped her saber, causing the blades to deactivate as the hilt clattered uselessly against the floor. She could feel Theron's claws digging into her mind, tearing it down until it would submit all of its secrets to her. She fell to her knees and clutched at her head, afraid the pain that was running through it would rip her skull in two. Theron's next words seemed to echo both within her mind as well as from his own mouth. "I want to see what you did. I want to know everything you know. Everything you've ever believed you would take to the grave," he said as he tunneled further and further into the memories that Horn had long ago decided she would rather not dwell on. Every failure, every pain, every loss.

Theron half turned his attention to the three now conscious warriors gathered around him before he dove in to Horn's mind completely. "If you stop what I am about to do, she will die by your hands," he said simply, then he grabbed Horn's head with his hand and entered her mind.

SWSWSWSWSW

Theron waded through the dirty memories of Grand Master Sylven Horn, finding himself subjected to flash after flash of her most repressed memories. Her first love. Their daughter. The thoughts of pure hatred she had once felt for her sister. Her trials when she had nearly acted upon those feelings of hatred, nearly failing her family and being cast out of the Order. Then he found what he was looking for. He suddenly found himself in that room, the room he had seen oh so long ago. The room that he had buried, the room that Horn and Gann and Soon had convinced him was a sign of psychosis. A fevered dream of a child who could not come to grips with being orphaned. But now, he knew it was real. He stood where Horn had stood, where she had gazed into his room. Her vibroblade had already been bloodied with the lifeblood of the Emperor; his last words had been to ask why. Why would she, his old friend, take it upon herself to end his life? Why would she threaten the life of a child she had known from his birth? She merely looked into his eyes and said, "You know why." At that he had spat at her, cursing her. Hoping she would die for assaulting his family. Then she had slashed her blade through the Emperor's throat and he was no more.

Horn turned back to the rest of the assassination crew. They gazed at her through their black stealth suits with eyes of fear and doubt. Were they doing the right thing? She wasn't entirely sure herself, but she hoped that history would vindicate the terrible evils she was being forced to unleash. As a Jedi, she had to believe that the greater good – even if it meant doing terrible things – took precedence. That did not make it any easier to gaze into the eyes of her friend and slit his throat, however. "We need to move on," she told the rest of the group, a combination of Jedi, Imperial Knights, Stormtroopers, and Republic Soldiers loyal to her, Gann, and the current Chancellor. "The sooner we do it, the sooner it's over."

The group murmured amongst themselves, convincing themselves and one another that they had to do what they were doing. They had followed the future Grand Master of the Jedi to the room, and that was where Theron was looking through her eyes once again. He could see the child that he had been, a fifteen year old boy whose life he could barely remember anymore. With that child – with Theron was a woman, no older than forty-two. She and her husband had met young and fallen in love almost immediately. Once they had known that, neither had believed in waiting for their family to drop into their lap. Barely two years after they had met, and one year after Jag had been crowned Jagged III, they had welcomed their son into their lives. Theron could see the memories that Horn hid of meeting the infant Theron Fel, named such after one of the Empress's ancient, heroic ancestors.

When Horn fired the blaster bolt, the first one, Theron saw his mother twist and fall to the ground with a smoking shoulder. Theron was only a boy at the time, and he was quickly apprehended by the assassins. "What do we do with him?" one asked. Another opened the box and gasped. "And...this?" The assassin showed the contents of the box to Horn, whose eyes widened in fear and surprise. The Mask of Revan – the family had indeed found it.

Still, Horn had to make a decision. She stared at the boy, whose eyes were filled with both rage and fear. Kaera shrieked on the ground, reaching for her son. The boy struggled against his captors, desperately trying to reach his mother. Sylven Horn groaned sadly. She did not want to hurt the boy... more than she already had. "Shado," she said, causing one of the assassins to turn to her. "You have a grandson about his age, correct?"

Shado Vao nodded. "Why?" he asked. He was much older now than when he had been part of the group fighting Darth Krayt, and it was visible. His face had deep wrinkles, and the cartilage between his bones had begun to compress, shortening him.

Horn sighed. "Wipe Theron Fel's memories of the night, save a few," she told the Jedi among their ranks. "He can't remember who did this. One day he could stabilize the Empire once again, but for now..." Horn shook her head at the disapproving stare coming from Shado. "As for the mask... it may have its uses, one day. Hide it, we'll decide later."

The assassins looked at each other, but did as they were told. Theron was dragged away from his mother, screaming at his kidnappers. A swift blow to the child's face, and he was unconscious. Horn turned to Kaera Satele Fel and shook her head. The Empress merely glared at the Jedi Master with contempt. "So, I guess my husband and I should have watched our friends more closely," she mumbled, holding up surprisingly well despite the hole in her shoulder. "Tell me, is Gann involved as well?"

Horn stared emotionlessly back. "Why did you ally yourself with the Sith?"

Kaera threw her head back and laughed. When she looked back at Horn, her gray eyes and black hair were wild. Her gaze was full of fire. "When it came right down to it, Sylv, we knew someone inside the Triumvirate was going to try this. Didn't think it would be you, of course," Kaera explained. Her face became dead serious. "Besides, this whole feud of yours is outdated. The Jedi, as you have proved, are just as liable to betray those they care about. Especially if it's in the interest of their vaunted 'greater good.'"

Horn sighed and drew the blaster at her hip once again. "I'm sorry it happened this way, Kaera. I hoped to know you for many more years," she apologized. Horn leveled the blaster at Kaera Fel's heart and tears welled in her eyes. "I'm sorry to you, and your husband." Then she pulled the trigger, and Theron screamed. He was adrift once again in her memories, flashes of her experiences running through his mind.

"These... visions," Horn said to a holocommunication of Rhen, Ana, and Van. "You are sure they happened."

"Yes," Van said. "I... well, I didn't see them, but I felt them. He saw something."

Gann sighed and shook his head. "You can never acknowledge them."

"What!?" Ana shrieked. "He's our friend!"

"So quickly have you four bonded?" Soon asked. "Are your loyalties to the Triumvirate or to him?"

Theron's crewmates glared impotently at the Triumvirate for a moment before giving in. "Fine. Fine, we'll... we'll convince him he's crazy," Van acquiesced.

That was the breaking point for Theron. He felt the rage running through his mind and he reached out with the talons of his mind to grip everything. Horn knew she was about to die, Theron told her as much. "If there is any mercy left in your heart, Darth Revan, do not tell her," Horn begged. "Don't tell me daughter who -"

Theron laughed dryly. "I won't. But only because, that way, you will die knowing that she will never miss you. Never think of you. Never care," he spat. "You will die cold, alone, and broken... the way that my mother did." Then Theron tore it all out, burning away the memories of Sylven Horn and taking in whatever he deemed useful. She had feared the Empire would fall to the Sith? Well then, he would give Sylven Horn the Sith that she had feared. The conquest that she had killed her closest friends to prevent. Every fragment of Triumvirate secrets that she knew, he stole for himself. Every bit of knowledge on the Force and the Jedi, he stole for himself. Finally, there was only a small piece of the woman left, the darkest parts of her were all that he left. He watched her anger, her rage at her sister nearly boil over in the Jedi Trials once again. Then, finally, he extinguished that as well. When he exited her mind, Theron Fel was no more. Darth Revan had Fallen.

SWSWSWSWSW

Theron's saber had ignited before Horn's body even hit the floor. When he assaulted his friends once again, they understood that he had been holding back whenever they attacked during his bout with Horn. Gone was the desire to leave them alive. Absent was any care in his flaming red gaze that, somehow, managed to be as cold as steel. There was only hatred and pain and rage. Powerful, unholy rage that would burn away anything that opposed it, even the only people that could ever calm it. When Theron's saber was brought against Rhen's, the human screamed in rage. "I trusted you all!" he screamed, battering the blade down again and breaking Rhen's defense. Only Ana jumping in at that moment and deflecting Theron's blade prevented the death of the Twi'lek. Theron snarled and turned his attention to the woman. He deflected an incoming blaster bolt from Van without looking then proceeded to grab Ana's head and bash her face into his knee. Blood flew from her mouth as he did it again before throwing her away. "I thought you were my friends!"

"What are you talking about, Theron!?" Van asked as he fired another blaster bolt at his friend, who swatted the energy away with the Force.

"You can never call me that again," Theron said coldly before blasting the pilot with Force Lightning. "I am Darth Revan! You three killed Theron Fel!" He looked at each of his former friends wildly as he electrocuted Van into unconsciousness.

Rhen jumped in to save the normal human, using his spinning blades to draw the lightning into a vortex, which he unleashed back at its caster. Darth Revan barely even felt the electricity pass through his body; it barely affected him at all, really. He merely walked through the vortex and towards Rhen. "I was going to leave with you three," Revan stated as he approached Rhen. He grabbed the Twi'lek's saber as it spun and pulled it from his hands. He tossed the deactivated blade into the air and slashed it through with his own saber. Revan then backhanded the Twi'lek and turned again to Ana. "And you... I... I could have loved you, once. I thought..."

She looked up at him brokenly with her broken nose and bruised eye. Blood streamed down her face. At that, Revan faltered for a moment. Then: "But that doesn't matter anymore," he said coldly, advancing on her once again. "I guess Nihl was right: I'm going to kill all of you."

Ana closed her eyes to wait for the end. "I think I could have loved you too, Ther," she said quietly, causing Revan to stop in his tracks.

Then the rage returned to his eyes as he remembered how they had betrayed him so many times. Revan advanced on Ana again and tore the silver saber from her hand, destroying it as he had Rhen's. "Well, I don't deal in may have beens, Schutta," Revan snarled. He picked her up by the throat with one hand and brought his fist to her face over and over again. When he finally heard her jaw snap, he threw her down to the ground, where she landed on her back with a thud.

Theron, stop, the voice begged.

Darth Revan replied coldly, saying, I am not Theron Fel. I. Am. Darth Revan.

The voice went quiet at that as the knowledge that it, the first Darth Revan and savior of the galaxy, had failed. History had repeated itself. The child of both his and Darth Vader's bloodlines had Fallen to the Dark Side with more rage filling his heart than either could have ever mustered... because it was righteous. He deserved to be angry, to hate those he had once loved. But that did not change things for the long dead Sith.

As Theron grabbed Rhen's incoming punch and threw the Twi'lek across the room, away from the unconscious and brutally injured Ana and Van, the first Revan finally did as he knew he had to. "Then I have to stop you," Revan said, causing Rhen's eyes to widen in fear. There, standing in the middle of the room, was the Force Ghost of the first Darth Revan. His purple saber extended from his hand, and his black and bronze armored robes accented his warlike power. He looked over his shoulder at Rhen. "Run."

"NO!" the husk of Theron screamed. He blocked the Twi'lek's path and landed a brutal blow to the blue man's face, sending him into a stupor before Revan could even react.

"Sithspit, you're fast," he told his descendant as he placed his mask on his face and readied his blade. "Surrender now. You can't win this one."

"Exactly what I was about to say," the man once known as Theron Fel said as he did the same. The two looked like mirrors, opposite paths of what could have been. Dark and Light. When their fight began, it was too fast for any Jedi or Sith to truly see or understand. The two were more than a match for one another, with every attack deftly deflected by a lightsaber and every block quickly morphing into a counterattack of its own. The red and purple blades clashed in brilliant light, with the fire in both men showing in each flash.

"You can't defeat me, Theron," the Ghost said. "I'm already dead."

"Force Ghosts have been killed before, Old Man," the new Revan spat as he delivered a sharp blow to the Ghost's saber. The sabers continued to clash as the battle continued and neither combatant showed any signs of weakening. Until, finally, the long dead warrior lashed out with his foot and his descendant fell to one knee.

"Surrender," the ancient warrior said, saber at his descendant's throat.

The Sith looked up, the hatred clear even behind his mask. "Never," he hissed before raising both hands and electrocuting his ancestor. The Ghost screamed in pain as he felt his connection to the physical world disappear. Theron was what held him there, at first, but now he was being returned to the Force by all the hatred and rage his descendant could muster. The Force Lightning, a combination of white and purple energy, ran through the Ghost until, finally, he was gone, leaving behind only a scream of anguish and pain.

Darth Revan stared at the spot where the Ghost had been for a few moments, then turned his attention to back Ana and Van. "Now for you to die," he told the stunned woman.

"Not yet," Rhen said from behind Revan. The masked warrior turned to see that, during Revan's fight with his namesake, the Twi'lek had used the Force to grab Nihl's discarded lightsaber. He held it before him, ignoring the blood seeping into his eye. Rhen looked past Revan. "Get to one of the escape pods."

"But he'll kill you!" Ana shouted, her words lisped by her broken jaw and nose.

"Just go!" Rhen shouted. "You and Van are in no shape to fight. And the Triumvirate needs to know what's happened. Run, I'll hold him off."

Ana glanced between Van and Rhen, then tearfully nodded. She struggled to her feet and began to drag the man with her to the nearest pod. Revan laughed. "Fine, then. I guess you'll die first," he told his one-time brother in arms. He rushed forward to kill Rhen, but was surprised when the Twi'lek flipped over him and rushed towards the escape pod that Ana and Van had entered. He shoved the injured man into the pod after Ana and began to climb in himself. "Oh, no. Not yet." Revan reached out with the Force as he advanced on the escape pod and pulled Rhen out. The Twi'lek landed with a "huff" on his back, but quickly sprung to his feet.

"Go," he told Ana over his shoulder. She shook her head. "YES!" Rhen turned from Revan and slammed his fist on the button to launch the pod.

"Fool," Revan said as he slashed his blade through Rhen's wrist. "You maybe could have died quickly. But now..." Revan smiled as he remembered his vision from Nihilus' mind. "Oh, now I have other plans for you." Revan then twirled behind his former friend and slashed his blade diagonally through the Twi'lek's lekku. Rhen screamed in pure agony as fragments of his brain were slashed away, as his very being was destroyed. He fell, prone, to the floor and twitched uncontrollably.

"You'll lose, you k-know," Rhen said as the world began to fade around him.

"I doubt that," Revan replied before kicking his former friend in the face.

"My Lord! My -" The Sith that ran into the room, no doubt alerted by the launching of an escape pod, froze as he saw Revan standing over the broken forms of both Darth Nihl and Rhen. The Sith ignited his saber. "What did you do!?"

Revan turned, bored, to the Sith. "I'm in charge now," he told the Sith.

"Like hell!" the Sith replied.

Revan sighed and broke the man's neck with a flick of his wrist. "Any other takers?" he asked the honor guard that had run in. The black clad warriors looked between each other for a moment, then all fell to their knees and bowed to their new master. Revan pointed at one of the Sith. "You there. Take this Twi'lek filth to a surgeon. I'm not done with him yet." The Sith quickly moved to comply with his orders, and soon the nearly dead form of Rhen Vao was gone. "Now, the rest of you, spread the word: I will not be challenged."

The rest of the Sith ran off to their task, uttering, "Yes, my Lord," or "Yes, Lord Revan," as they went. Revan then turned to the window into space, gazing out into the galaxy he would soon hold dominion over. He would have to deal with threats to his power within the Sith first, of course, but that would be easily solved. They worshiped strength and he was the strongest in the galaxy. Then he would reclaim the Empire the Jedi had stolen from his family. Then the galaxy. It was the only way he could trust to defeat the Rakata that would soon invade. Ultimate Power did not make the deal any less appealing, of course. For now he would leave his former friends to drift in space, to take the message that he would soon overtake the galaxy to their corrupt, foolish masters.

The War was about to begin.

SWSWSWSWSW

Ana stared sadly at the white lightsaber crystal she had taken from her pocket. Its glow was gone, just as she was sure any hint of Theron was as well. They had made sure of that, she supposed. He could have forgiven them once, but twice? Thrice? She knew that it was all her fault that Theron was destroyed. He had cast her from his Empire, and it was likely that he would take her home from her as well. This meant, of course, that there was only one place for her to turn.

Ana gazed sadly out of the viewport of the escape pod as she activated the distress beacon on a Triumvirate frequency. The Jedi were the only ones who would not all Fall with the Fels as soon as the truth came out that Theron was indeed the last of the Fels and that the Triumvirate had been responsible for the Fel Assassination. Her father's identity would also likely count against her in the Empire as it would soon become. She had no choice... the prison, or vision perhaps, she had been placed in within Nihilus' mind would become her future. She would join the Jedi.

With a heavy sigh, and an even heavier heart, Ana returned the crystal to her pocket and accepted that the man she had once known was gone, replaced by a being with his face but none of his heart. Still though, she was not sure she could get rid of the crystal and the constant reminder of the man she had once known. She was not even sure she could bring herself to kill him. But she couldn't worry about that, at the moment. She looked down at Van, who was deeply injured from the lightning storm he had endured at Revan's hands. The two of them had to make it home to warn the interim Triumvirs what was going to happen. The War was about to begin.

AN: Hey everybody, that's it. I really hoped you all liked the story. A quick shout out to Kane, my most prolific reviewer: this story would not have been the same one without you. To JumpingToaster: I definitely agreed about Theron's mental episodes being annoying, but I wanted to highlight how deeply the relationship between him and Rhen had been injured, even to the point Rhen would accidentally kill hundreds using Theron. To HK Target Shooter: I hope that the reunion satisfied your interest. Cerberus Agent 0001: Like I said, Theron definitely did not end up going back with his friends to the Jedi; I hope that I made his Fall to the Dark Side a memorable and worthwhile read. To everyone who followed or favorited the story, I want to say thank you again, cause this story wouldn't exist without people reading it.

Also, I'm not quite sure what the name will be for the next story just yet, so I'll be sure to post that in this story as soon as I can along with the first chapter. I hope that it will interest all of you just as much as this one, if not more. Thank you all, and may the Force be with you.