Ok, another weird one for you guys. This one came around thanks to a certain video game that I've found myself playing again, that being Star Wars: The Old Republic. Why play this many-year-old game? Well, it's one of the few MMOs that my brothers and I all play together. Currently, we're rocking two Sith Juggernauts and an Imperial Agent (me). Personally, the Agent's story is probably one of the best in the Vanilla game. And as I've found myself playing this game, I started having the following thought once more about a certain fan favorite "grey" Jedi: Revan.

Who is Revan? To many (myself included), he is considered one of the top fan favorite characters from the old Expanded Universes content. He was up there with Thrawn and Mara Jade. Very well liked. Why did I go on this little intro? Well, I'm throwing him into this really odd story idea. As mentioned before SWTOR is something I'm playing and at the end, it gives a final end to Revan's character. I'm not going to spoil that entirely because it was a decent story. Not the best, but it was entertaining and the Revanites were certainly... interesting.

What's the prompt for this one? Revan thinks his job is done at the end of "Shadow of Revan", but he isn't done. The Force has other plans for him.

Title: Death, yet the Force

Rating: As this is HSOTD, bare minimum at T+ if not M for just the violence alone.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except my desktop and my copy of MS Word. Star Wars belongs to Disney and High School of the Dead belongs to the estate of Daisuke Satō. I only own this crazy concept. See the foreword for the full disclaimer.

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"And in the end, as the darkness takes me, I am nothing," a man made a mirthful laugh. "Now I know how you felt, my friend," he rasped out.

This man was no ordinary man, at least to those that knew of him. He was Darth Revan, a legend of the galaxy to many. To some, he was feared. To others, he was respected both as a war hero and a warrior. In the words of Malak, the former apprentice of Revan, "Savior, conqueror, hero, villain." He was all things in his long life extended by the torture of Darth Vitiate who kept him alive just to cause him pain. He had opened him up to the Force multiple times over his incarceration at the hand of the Emperor, to feel the deaths of both his son and his wife, to feel the despair of living longer than them.

But in the end, he was victorious, he made the Emperor vulnerable once more at the expense of his own life. It was a sacrifice that well-meant, although there were many dead bodies along the way. Some caused because of him, others caused by the interloper in his plans, ironically himself. But now, he was dying in peace, both his body and spirit rejoined once more to rejoin the Force as he was meant to many hundreds of years ago. His eyes slowly closed as he became one with the Force, them landing on his grandchildren. Well, great and then some. He disappeared his mask and lightsabers along with him. To those that watched on, they thought this odd but figured it was the Whill of the Force to ensure such objects couldn't be used to really radicalized factions once more.

As for Revan? He knew nothing. Well, at least for a little while. After all, when one becomes one with the Force, time becomes meaningless. And time apparently was short as he felt himself slam into permacrete, or some substitute of such with an audible "oof". He picked himself up and immediately noticed something was off. There much more death than there should have been. It was like a Wound in the Force. The screams of the deceased screamed out in terror, agony, and pain at him. It was almost too much to bear. But he had been at Malachor V, he had felt death on this scale before and had means to push it to the back of his mind, to use it later.

He moved slowly up the street, making sure that all of his equipment was intact, he wished that he had HK-47 with him. That insane droid made good company. The first sign that something was going to go down was the sound of groaning. Not the kind that was in pain, but like that of an animal. He rounded a corner to see a human, ghastly in appearance. Bloody from bites and missing limbs. The former human reeked of the Dark Side in a way that he had felt only once before around the Rakghouls of Taris, foulness of the Muur Talisman.

"I'm sorry this happened to you," he said as he drew his purple bladed saber and ignited it. The former human turned immediately at the sound of the snap-hiss of the blade and immediately turned to him as well as three of its companions. With one fling of his wrist and manipulation of the Force, he removed each of their heads, the smell of seared flesh in its wake. The saber returned to his hand and he extinguished it in the same action.

The tactics minded person he was, he started to analyze the actions of the former humans. They acted purely on instinct alone. The moment they heard his lightsaber, they turned and blindly attacked despite being approached by someone with a weapon. They had no cognitive thought. He did notice that they did act as though they were meant to be working together as a swarm, overtaking that which was not them. That brought up some interesting ideas. The first was 'Was this a military weapons attack or test that went horribly wrong?' and the second was, 'How far spread is it?'

He took a better stock of his surroundings. He was in a residential area on a pre-spaceflight civilization. The biggest keys as to why this would be was the smell of petrochemicals in the air that was synonymous with worlds that had not achieved higher levels of power generation in both their daily lives and transportation worldwide. Although the ground vehicles would also have been a giveaway as well. There were no signs of higher technology, holograms and so on. Even farming colonies had some semblance of technology that either the Sith Empire or Republic had. This made him ask why the Force thought that it was a good idea for him to be dropped here. Was it because of this... zombie outbreak?

He continued to walk the road, as he did the frequency of zombies that appeared became more frequent. In order to be silent among them, he used the Force to silence his footfalls as well as snap the necks of any that either looked towards him or figured would come back to annoy him later. Where he passed, bodies of the dead piled up. He must have walked for a kilometer before he heard a scream of terror and a pull from the Force to move that way. Not hesitating, he moved with haste enhanced by the Force. He wielded both of his lightsabers, swinging at any undead he came across. One flick of the wrist and they were down. They were, as HK used to say, meatbags.

A few more minutes passed as he hopped across the brick fence that made up this suburb neighborhood until he came across what the Force wanted him to intervene on. In front of a house were younglings facing the horde in front of a house. In the house, he could feel those inside willing to sacrifice them to save themselves. Subtlety be damned, he decided. He targeted every foul imprint in the Force and let loose his rage. Torrents of chained Force Lightning leaped forth from his hand and bore its way into each of the undead. Their brains fried from the current going through them, they fell to the ground once more, dead as they should have stayed. There were a few that managed to escape his torrent of destruction. They were nothing that his lightsabers couldn't clean up. The smell of cooked flesh filled the air, those around him were disgusted by the smell.

He approached the survivors outside. He saw that the first on the ground was critically injured and that there was no saving him even with the power of the Force. It was one of the many times he wished he had studied the ways of healing with the great healers of the Temple. But alas, he was a warrior. He leaned over the man, he had been stabbed just below the heart, the blade which had laid him low had nicked an artery and the tissue of the heart itself. He had only a few minutes to live at best.

He stepped over the man when he did, he was threatened by a little girl and a young adult male in a language he did not understand, both humans. He reached through his mind and pulled the native language from his mind.

He looked up to Revan. "Thank you for saving my daughter," he said weakly.

"It is no problem," Revan replied in fluent, albeit heavily accented Japanese. "Such horrors should not be inflicted upon someone so young."

The man nodded but groaned in pain. He knew that he did not have long. "Please, keep her safe."

Revan took his hand and grasped it, this was the man's last will and testament. "Upon my honor as a warrior."

"Thank you," he gasped out as life left him.

"May you go peacefully in the Force," Revan said as he closed the man's eyelids.

[SWTOR OST – Occupation of Balmorra, 2:45]

Revan stood up and grabbed both of his lightsabers and approached the door. "What are you doing?" the boy asked.

Revan said nothing and approached. He ignited both sabers and stabbed them into the door. He heard someone yelp in surprise and felt their presence move away from it. He called upon the Force and enhanced a kick that sent the door inward so hard that it smashed the back, glass patio door. "You would be so quick to judge one so innocent and kill her guardian?" he said menacingly. The same man that had stabbed the girl's father had attempted to stab Revan, but he held up his blade so that the entirety of the weapon was caught in the plasma blade's current. What was once a formidable ranged weapon was now slag on the floor with ashes of the wooden handle that accompanied it. "As you have passed judgment on them, I pass judgment on you all. Your panic has become your own undoing." He said as he extinguished both of his sabers.

All but the man who had killed the girl's father started to grasp at their throats as if someone was strangling them. The boy, he saw what was going on, or at least put the pieces together. As they started to choke, Revan had his hand extended cupping some unseen drink or a throat. They all fell to the ground dead by asphyxiation.

"You killed them," the murderous man had whimpered. "You demon!" he spat.

"You don't know the suffering you've caused, and so you will take it upon yourself," Revan replied. Lightning immediately leaped out of his fingertips and started to slowly kill the man, allowing him to feel all the agony transmitted by the girl through the Force. It lasted more minutes than the boy wanted to admit was needed. Sure, those animals deserved to die for what they put his young companion through, but this was overkill. The man screamed out in agony and pain until he was charred and curled up into the fetal position, finally dying pitifully. He then turned to the boy and girl standing in fear behind him. "You need not fear me. I assume you have shelter from this pandemic?" he asked cordially.

The boy nodded, not wanting to tempt the monster of a man in front of him wearing a mask. "Y-yes, my group has a shelter just up the road here at that apartment complex," he pointed at the multistory, high rise complex.

"Good, lead the way." They heard more growls of the undead and the girl grabbed her puppy that had been keeping a comfortable distance from Revan. "Let us be quick." The boy didn't seem fit to argue, in fact, he agreed that they should get out of there as soon as possible. As they left, Revan used the Force to snap the deceased father's neck, no need for a child to be scarred twice by having to kill an undead mockery of her kin.

They moved quickly towards the complex. Any undead was quickly slain by Revan providing protection in return for shelter. They eventually came to a gate and got inside with little problems. Revan noticed that even as they were safe, the boy had yet to divulge his identity to the former Sith Lord. Understandable from how he saw it. From what it looked like, Revan was either some kind of sorcerer or dark magic wielding entity that could kill him at a moment's notice. They approached the door and the boy turned around, "Let me do the talking."

The boy walked in first taking the girl with him. Inside Revan heard, "Takashi, that was insane, who is that guy with you? He destroyed all of Them like they were nothing!" Revan associated the boy that he had encountered with the name of Takashi.

"As impressive as he is, Kohta, he's dangerous. He killed an entire group of survivors because they killed Alice's father," Takashi replied.

"Part of me doesn't feel sorry for them at all. They all elected to kill someone just on the assumption that he was infected as well as leaving his daughter to die."

Takashi sighed, "I heard what happened near the end, he wanted them to take in his daughter and they declined; you saw what happened after that?" Kohta nodded. "Masked man, you can come in now," Takashi invited.

As Revan walked in, he saw one other human. A heavy-set young adult male with a vision enhancing apparatus to assist in a vision-based defect. As he was the only one in the room, Revan associated with the name of Kohta. As he associated this name with the young male, others started to come in. The girl he had now associated with the name of Alice as Takashi had referred to her. And the vocal patterns were male instead of a female youngling.

The thing that all but one of them had in common was that they were in uniform and female. However, the thing that stood out was that they were not combat uniforms, so uniforms for scholastic functions? That was one function that passed through Revan's mind. It did make sense, despite the fact that Kohta was holding a slugthrower. The first female had long strawberry-blonde hair. The second had a dark aura around her akin to that of the temptation of the Dark Side taking hold in her, she also had long purple hair bordering on raven. The third was shorter than the previous two but had vision correcting headwear as well and had pink hair in two separate tied up portions. Bantha tails? Revan was not a fashion expert. That would be something that Mission would know more about. The last person was the only different one in the group who happened to actually be an adult with blonde hair. The one thing these women had in common was that they were uncommonly attractive for their respective age groups. The Force had brought them all together. Whether it was because of some sort of manipulation on the two boys or random chance was a debate for another day.

"Takashi, who are these two..." the strawberry-blonde's eyes traveled to Revan in his heavy robes that served as his combat armor, "people?"

He leaned down to Alice. "Rei, this is Alice. She recently lost her father," Takashi introduced the girl. He then turned to Revan. "I actually don't know your name."

"I have gone by many names over my lifetime, but you may call me Revan," Revan introduced himself.

"What's with the mask? And the robes?" Saya asked.

"The mask is of a fallen warrior that I took as a symbol of vengeance against a vile extremist whom I later killed. My robes serve as my attire. Some it is more decorative than for some specific purpose," he admitted.

"A fallen warrior?" This caught the attention of Saeko, being a budding swordswoman herself. "Who were they?"

"A Mandalorian who stood against Mandalore the Ultimate, the leader of their forces. She stood against his wholesale slaughter of innocents and was killed herself along with the innocents she attempted to defend. I took up her mask in her stead in the tradition of her people." It was then Revan realized that he let slip things that those without knowledge of the greater galaxy wouldn't know and would just confuse them with irrelevant information, assuming he was even in the same galaxy, or time. Therefore, he decided to change the subject. "Where did this pandemic start? And when?"

"We're not sure exactly when or where it started, but we noticed it yesterday afternoon at our high school," Rei replied.

"How far away from here is that? Do you have a map?"

The buxom blonde wandered off and returned with a metro area map which she placed on the kitchen table. "Thank you...?" he trailed.

"Shizuka," Shizuka replied.

He turned his attention to the group as a whole, "Where on the map is your school." Takashi pointed out where it was on the map. "And where is this complex's location?" Shizuka pointed to where they currently were. Revan estimated that it was no more than five kilometers away.

"I saw the first of them wandering in from this side of the road," Takashi pointed out.

Revan started to start thinking on the modes of transportation used, the habits of what the younglings dubbed as 'Them' he himself had observed and the rate of human movement speeds, both walking and sprinting. "And when did reports start going out about odd behaviors in humans before this all started?"

For once, no one knew. It was widely known that in school you technically weren't allowed to use cell phones unless you had some excuse logged with the staff such as some kind of emergency reasons like relatives being in the hospital or a student having a medical condition in which any student or staff member could use the phone to call for paramedics. It was one of the worst kept secrets that the students of many Japanese high schools constantly used their phones during class to both send messages as well as surf the web.

Surprising all of them, it was Saya who spoke up, "I saw a report on both an American and Japanese news site stating irregular activity by several humans in multiple different cities maybe three hours before what happened at our high school happened." She then saw everyone that she went to school with staring at her. "What? Even I break that rule from time to time."

"And I'm glad you did. How many have heard of the 'Rule of Threes'?" Revan asked. The all shook their heads. Revan chalked it up to maybe a cultural difference that he was unaware of. "Once is happenstance, twice is a coincidence, three times is a pattern." He let that soak in.

"So, you're saying-?" Rei asked, uncertain about what this assumption was.

"Either this was a deliberate attack that was meticulously planned, or a deliberate infection for reasons outside our current understanding," Revan concluded.

Saya spoke up, "What about a natural phenomenon?"

"Do you know of anything natural that would cause this?" Revan countered. The only 'natural' thing he could think of was the corruption of the Dark Side influencing whatever was going on. When he got no response, he continued, "If it were natural, you would have seen a gradual growth of the infection from one portion of the world until was exposed to all life. Popping up in several places in order to accelerate whatever infection this is? No, this is something different."

"What do we do then?" Saeko asked.

"For now? We rest, gather our strength, gather supplies. Anything to survive long term. As for me, I will meditate," Revan replied.

"Meditate?" Kohta asked.

"Yes. There have been many developments over the last few hours. This will allow me to organize them." He didn't say anything more before he sat in the middle of the living room floor and placed the hilts of his weapons in front of him.

Everyone else consigned themselves to just letting the dangerous man, and possibly insane, man be. Hijinks would happen that night after Alice and Zeke were put to bed between the high schoolers that may have involved alcohol, but they were still sober enough to not disturb the mystery man named Revan.

The next morning, Takashi walked out of his 'assigned' bedroom to see the most interesting thing. Well, something that the entire group was in attendance for. The saw parts of the two things that Revan had on his person floating around him like he was the center of a star and orbiting him were two crystals, one red and one purple, around them the parts were rotating in both chaotic yet preordained courses like rocks in an asteroid field or rings around a gas giant. Finally, the parts began to slowly piece themselves together once more until they matched what Revan had set in front of him the night before. The group was unsure whether what they just saw was a figment of their imaginations, sleep leaving their systems and therefore seeing something that was not there; or if what they saw was real. It was too unreal to not be some kind of show, and there was no machinery in the rafters to imitate what they just saw.

As for Revan? The Force had shown him much, but yet also hidden as much as it had shown. One development was that the 'Them' that the younglings had survived were truly dead, there was nothing to save. As for the disease itself that caused it, it felt eerily familiar to him. The Force would neither confirm nor deny it was the same or similar to what caused the Rakghoul transformation. If it was, then he could cure it, he had done it once before and he could do it again. Given the right equipment and time, of course. He found ground zero of the plague, but it was many kilometers away, but on this same island nation called Japan by the younglings. He could feel the Dark Side emanating from it like a festering sore or other blemishes. But the Force did not tell him why. The reasons for this plague was unknown, but if he was going to help these people in any way possible, he needed to move quickly. The billions of beings on the planet already had been culled well over twenty-five percent in the last day alone. To him, it felt like the Force was weeping.

Revan held out his hands and both of his sabers dropped into the waiting palms. He ignited the blades filling the room with their signature snap-hiss that many of the galaxy either found to be a comfort that a Jedi was near, or fear that a Sith was about. Of course, the opposite true if the sides were switched. Satisfied with their functionality, he extinguished them and placed them on his belt. Without breaking stride, he stood up and walked to the map from the other day. He let the Force guide him, and the location that he had sensed in his meditation was not on this map. No, it was far outside it.

"Does anyone have a map of the nation?" Revan asked the gawking gaggle of younglings behind him. They realized that he had known they were there the entire time. Kohta was the first to bring him a map of the entire nation, and then some. Allowing the Force to guide his hand once more, he pointed to a city on the map. "Here."

"Here?" Saya asked. "What's 'here'?"

"The source of the outbreak."

"How do you even know that's the source?" Takashi asked.

"The Force tells me it is there." They all looked at him as if he were a crazy person. "You saw what I had done before." He pulled out a knife from the knife block clear across the room and summoned it to his hand before causing it to float a full inch above his hand. "This is not a sleight of hand trick. The Force exists around and in all living things, even inside all of you." He turned back to the location on the map. "What is the location that I pointed out?"

"That's Kobe."

"Anything of note there?"

"Nothing really." She stopped for a moment when an idea popped into her head. "Supposedly Shido-san's father owns some kind of pharmaceutical company there, or at least a very large share of it."

"How much of a share?" Revan pressed. He had seen things like this with the Czerka Corporation where majority shares, or shares plus friends that add up to majority shares, equal total control of the company.

"I'm not sure, but rumor is that it's enough to impact major choices that the company does."

"Now that you mention it," Saeko spoke up, "Shido-san always did seem unnaturally calm about this whole outbreak situation, even back on the bus leaving the school."

"This warrants investigation, then," Revan stated, more out loud than he was intending.

"There's an entire army of Them out there!" Takashi shouted, grabbing the man by some of the loose cloth that was on his wardrobe. "We're not going to just go with you and put ourselves into danger just to look at some kind of hunch that may not even be true!"

Revan calmly removed the young man's hand and replied, "And I'm not asking you to. Statistics show that during any kind of outbreak of disease, the further away you are from populated areas, the more likely you are to survive said outbreak. I believe this applies as well." He looked at the map once more. "If you want to escape this tragedy, you would take this route into the mountains." He drew a line from their current position to the turnpike where one part of the road led to Kobe, and the other led into the mountains. "If you take me with you in your... vehicle down on the ground level, then you can drop me off at this point. I can handle it from there."

The children, to say the least, were gob smacked. A single man, facing an endless army of tens of thousands of the undead? It was pure insanity. "We need to find our parents, we need to see if they're still alive," Rei countered.

"Very well, then. Once you rendezvous with your parents, we will move out of the city."

"And what will you do when you get there?" Shizuka, who had up until now been silent.

"Kill everyone who stands in my way and bring those responsible to pay for their crimes. And then I will begin to develop a serum to hopefully end this insanity." And with that, he removed his mask, allowing all of them to see just what laid beneath the mask. A scarred man who had seen his fair shares of battles.

To be continued...?

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And with that, another pilot is done. Now, you may be wondering why this is coming on the heels of a pilot that I just pushed out. You can thank an 18-hour round trip drive from my location to my parents' place and back to mine for Thanksgiving. Why I didn't choose to work on anything else is anyone else's guess. This is why I always say to read my post-chapter notes because they're written well after the pre-chapter notes were written. But to this story.

So, what do I want to accomplish in this little fic should it continue? The first is Revan being his badass self, killing and decimating the forces of the zombies like nothing. The other thing is that there aren't much cannon resources for HOTD (for unfortunate and obvious reasons), this will be following the main locations seen in both the anime and manga. That means that yes, Shido may either get the ever-loving shit kicked out of him or outright killed just because he's such a stain on humanity, same with his father. The next thing is, of course, Them. There's been a bit of a well-known conspiracy theory that states that the Shido family was in the know if not completely behind the zombification of the entire planet, I'm going to use that theory because it's fun. I was also toying with the idea of Revan becoming a bit of a father figure to Alice since she's lost her father and Revan never got to be a father in the first place. So, that's an idea as well.

But that's all I have for now. Onto the next thing I'm working on.

See you next time in whatever I do next!