Several weeks later.
Exterior: numerous battlefronts across the galaxy.
Taken aback, the Sith Empire's forces were driven to retreat when not wiped out completely by the strategic cunning of Mandalore and Revan whose forces, resources and allies were ever-increasing.
Better trained, organised and equipped, various rebel cells, resistance movements, and local militias, with their people's support, fought back hard against the Empire.
Interior: Kessel, Bruno Denturri's palace, bedroom, late evening.
Discreetly revealing his baragwin flamethrower, HK-47's eyes glowed in sadistic joy as he caught Denturri by the throat and roasted the meatbag alive, relishing the muffled screams.
"Statement: I enjoy watching you work," said HK-55.
"Appreciation: thank you."
As they walked in and froze in horror, various Twi'lek and Togruta slave women covered their mouth with a gasp.
"Assuring statement: you are not a hostile target," said HK-47, "Statement: the meatbag target is dead."
With a datapad in his left hand, HK-55 turned to the slaves, "Statement: our Master's instructions include liberating the meatbag's slave collection." before pressing a button, disabling their shock collars which fell to the floor, "Statement: an extraction transport is enroute."
As they charged in, some guards were gunned down by the two Assassin droids.
Exterior: Cato Neimodia, capitol city, palace, balcony.
Nute Gunray was shot in the throat with an untraceable saberdart before tumbling over the balcony.
Interior: Kessel, Imperial occupied spice mines, command centre.
Having reached the control room, taking out every Imperial guard they encountered on the way, SkySnips and Delta squad let R2-D2 work his magic.
Before the alarms could sound, good ole R2 shut them down along with the security, surveillance and communication systems.
Then freed all the prisoners, and removed the restraining bolts from every droid in the facility.
Interior: Kessel, spice mines, tunnels.
To the pleasant surprise of the inmates, Mandalorian and Clone commandos appeared out of nowhere, in strategic positions, and killed dozens of the guards.
Freed immediately thereafter, the thousands of prisoners rioted against their Imperial oppressors, who were outnumbered 10-1.
Interior: Nar Shaddaa, Imperial safe house.
Standing over the corpses of a dozen Sith spies and Stormtroopers, Aurra, Fennec, Ursa and Asajj retrieved intel intended for the Empire.
Exterior: Mustafar, Black Sun fortress.
A stealth-cloaked Inferno squad covertly made their exit, leaving no trace of their presence or their targets: the ruling council.
Interior: Oba Diah, Marg Krimm's stronghold, dining room.
Marg Krimm and several powerful Pykes, who'd been helping the Empire behind the Prime Minister's back, lay dead at a long, rectangular table, killed by their own poisons and spices.
Interior: Concord Dawn, Mandalorian Knights enclave, private chamber.
As he entered with Etain, Galen found Luminara, Aayla, Stass Allie and Barriss waiting for them.
"Your transmission sounded urgent, what is it you wanted to tell me?" asked Galen as they sat down, "and in person?"
"The Force is different in you.
You wield it unlike any Jedi or Sith we have on record," began Stass, "You communicate with the Force wielders of the past as easily as you would a living being."
"They guide you because you were deafened to the Force's will," continued Barriss, "You were wounded in the Force, likely when Taris was destroyed, so the Force has been healing you by evolving within you."
"How?" asked Galen, "I don't understand."
"You form bonds with the ease of a natural leader and a master empath." said Luminara, "Whether you know it or not, you use your bonds to draw on the natural excess Force energy of your surroundings and those around you."
"Galen, you syphon then share this excess Force energy, strength and power with those you're bonded with." simplified Stass, "there are thus far no known drawbacks or harmful side effects, but you must be mindful in case this changes."
"Is this why I don't seem to die?" he asked, uncertain, "Am I stealing their life force? Like Nihilus?"
"No, no, it's nothing like that, Star.
You're also like the Force's heart within a Phoenix in human form." assured Offee, "Revan was a heart of the Force, and Surik was believed to be the death of the Force.
But in you, we see the rebirth of the Force."
"So I'm not exactly connected to the Force, as we knew it.
I'm connected to a newly evolved form of the Force?
Or connected to both?"
"You are strongly attuned and connected to all aspects of the Force and this new evolution of it.
The Force's will could not reach you itself, so it evolved within you.
Making you far more powerful than we thought possible.
And allowing those who came before to guide you.
The Force has been reborn and unleashed through you."
"I have a headache from trying to understand all this." admitted Galen as he ran a hand through the back of his hair, earning a few chuckles.
"You're so cute when you're confused," mused Barriss as she gazed dreamily into his eyes.
"Not as cute as you." he countered, making Offee blush.
A few minutes later.
Interior: Concord Dawn, Mandalorian Knights enclave, training room.
As he was about to duel Luminara, Barriss and Aayla, Galen ignited an orange bladed saberstaff.
Unduli made the first move against Galen, who blocked without effort.
Blocking and countering patternlessly, Galen initiated a blade lock, keeping back Luminara's emerald blade and Barriss and Aayla's blue blades.
Sensing danger, the three lovely ladies quickly moved back before his saberstaff split into twin shoto sabers and Galen switched to jar'kai.
25 mins later.
As he disarmed them whilst extinguishing his blades, he brought Luminara, Barriss and Aayla into a hug with a gentle Force pull, Galen smiled, "That was fun."
Aayla chuckled, "You certainly like your hugs, don't you?"
"Any time we see each other could be the last time.
I'm reminding you that you'll always be loved and cherished.
That I love and cherish you.
Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum."
As her eyes lit up, Luminara smiled brightly, "Thank you very much, you darling boy."
With a big smile, Aayla said, "Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum too, my precious Star'ika."
"I love you too, Galen." softly said Offee before the hug ended.
As the door opened after a knock, Bo-Katan entered, "My Lord."
"Yes, Bo?" asked Galen.
"The Butcher is waiting for you in the courtyard, and the class is ready."
"I'll be right there."
"I don't trust him."
"Well, I don't trust him either.
He was Dar'Jetii, redeemed or not.
But I'm willing to give him a chance to earn my trust."
"Will you confront him if he betrays you?"
"If he does plan to betray me, he'd better wait until after we kill the Sith Emperor."
"Didn't you once idolise him?"
"I respect him, his story, all the good he's done for the galaxy, and appreciate his help.
He's blood, but so is my twin brother, Darth Drakkon, and I can't let that cloud my judgement."
Behind her helmet's visor, Bo-Katan's eyes widened, "Gar vod cuyir solus be te Dar'Jetii?"
"Kaysh claims kaysh cuyir Dar'vod.
Ni 'cuy a Mando'ad solus bal foremost, so I'll choose cuun ade if it comes down to it."
"Are you going to save him?"
"If there's a part of him to be saved."
Momentarily thereafter.
Exterior: Concord Dawn, Mandalorian Knights enclave, courtyard.
His helmet tucked under his arm, Revan greeted, "Hello, Galen, are you ready?"
"I'm ready when you are," replied Galen as they both prepared a Niman stance with a handful of students watching.
"This is Form VI, Niman," Galen said to his students, "a balanced blend of the younger forms with none of their weaknesses, but no special advantages," before showing them the movements in perfect sync with Revan, then began a demonstration duel.
"You've clearly faced some formidable Niman masters," observed Revan whilst they started slowly to show the students how to use the movements in a duel, "anyone I'd know?"
"Exar Kun's ghost."
"Did you win?"
"I did what I had to do," answered Galen as they began to speed up their movements whilst their audience paid very close attention, and Proxy continued to add data on the ancient Jedi to his database.
"How do we learn to fight like that?" asked one of the initiates.
"With years of training and practice, as well as focus, self-control, discipline and patience." answered Revan, "many of which my wife learned after meeting me," making some onlookers laugh.
Finishing the demonstration in a draw, Galen and Revan watched the students who paired up for practice duels with each other.
The HKs approached them, "Statement: our missions were a success, Masters."
"Good job,"
"Statement: the meatbag agents were successful as well." mentioned HK-47, "Question: do you need any meatbags within proximity killed, Masters?"
"Sorry, buddy," apologised Galen, "no targets yet."
"Dramatic exclamation: Noooooooooo!" responded HK-47, who fell to his knees and gestured with raised arms.
Approaching with a slow clap, Thrawn gave a small smile of amusement, "Bravo, and they claim droids cannot be theatrical."
Turning to the Chiss, Galen stated, "Su cuy'gar."
"Ah, I see you have a new ally." observed Thrawn as he stood in an art critic pose, taking in the details of the Revanchist's apparel, "though I must advise great caution if this is indeed the legendary Revanchist."
"So everyone keeps telling me," shrugged Marek who shook hands with the Grand Admiral, "What brings you here?"
"I've noticed a very recent decrease in the efficiency and effectiveness of the Empire's tactics." explained Thrawn, "My theory is they were using Revan's strategic brilliance in their war effort.
Now they no longer have him as an asset.
Perhaps they depended on it."
"That's one of the many things they were using me for," interjected Revan.
"What else brought you here, Grand Admiral?" asked the young Jedi Master.
"It's come to my attention that the Imperial occupation of Kessel ended, but some inmates should not have been allowed to escape." answered Thrawn who produced a hologram, "This is one of the escapees, a Crime Lord called Tyber Zann.
And my sources tell me some crime syndicates have had deaths in the family.
The power vacuum after this will leave a fertile place for Zann to rebuild his Consortium and flourish."
"I know."
"You intentionally let loose such a criminal?" questioned the Chiss.
"He hates the Sith, and he'll seek revenge by corrupting and sabotaging their Empire.
He says-" began Galen, who air quoted, "Those kriffing mystic Sith schuttas and their Imperial bastards are bad for business."
"I share the sentiment beneath the veil of his vulgar words."
Interior: Concord Dawn, Mandalorian Knights enclave, private communications room.
Answering a transmission, Galen projected a symbol, "By the twin suns of Tatooine."
"Wanderers are lost in the Dune sea." phrased an agent, "This is Fulcrum, I have information for you."
"Go ahead, Fulcrum."
The Fulcrum agent informed, "The Kiros system is in the path of an Empire aligned fleet's trajectory, but there's no strategic advantage or valuable resource there."
"There's a Togrutan colony on Kiros, pacifists and artisans."
"I'll see what else I can find, Fulcrum out."
"May the Force be with you." farewelled Galen as the transmission ended.
Momentarily thereafter.
Interior: Concord Dawn, Mandalorian Knights enclave, meditation chamber.
Sitting cross-legged, levitating a metre off the ground along with everything in the room, Galen serenely looked into a white kyber crystal whilst meditatively playing his ocarina which he'd imbued with the Force.
Mando'a translations.
Gar vod cuyir solus be te Dar'Jetii? - your brother is one of the Sith?
Kaysh claims kaysh cuyir Dar'vod - he claims he is not my brother.
Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum - I love you.
Star'ika - little star.
Dar'Jetii - Sith.
Su cuy'gar - so you're still alive.