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a long time ago in a galaxy far far away…

3981 BBY

Teth, Baxel Sector, Outer Rim:

Revan did not know why his mother was running, or what the blue laser sword in her hand was but Revan trusted his mother as any other 4-year-old would and held on.

“Be strong my dear,” Revan’s mother said, “I do not have much time left. They caught me off guard, I thought they would not follow us all the way out here. I underestimated Mandalore the Ultimate’s desire to avenge his former.”

They continued running. “Do not worry my child,” Revan’s mother said, “the jedi near. I sense them, we will be safe soon.”

A red light came streaking past and hit his mother’s shoulder. This knocked over his mother onto the ground, and as she got up, he could hear strange noises getting closer.

“It’s too late, my child,” Revan’s mother said, as a tear rolled down her cheek, “My dear child Revan, you are destined for great and unfortunate things. The force has told me, you will make the decision when no one else will. Go now, go and hide.”

Listening to his mothers’ orders Revan scrambled off to hide in some bushes. A few moments later, several men in armour wearing masks and jetpacks landed, surrounding his mother. A larger man walked into the circle.

“You are unable to run any further, Mirax Kallea,” the larger man said, “we have tracked you down and we will kill you, just as we killed your husband. But it was not your husband who killed Mandalore the Indominable, it was you. You have led yourself away from civilization, where no one will hear you scream. I will enjoy this.”

The man pulled something off his belt and pressed a button. Suddenly a black laser hissed as it was ignited.

“I’m sure you will,” Revan’s mother said, “just as no one heard Mandalore the Indominable scream in the jungles of Dxun.”

Revan’s mother readied herself. The man charged bringing down the black laser. Revan’s mother blocked it with the blue laser. The lasers clashed a few more times before Revan’s mother jumped back. Rope came out of the large man’s arm, and it wrapped around his mother’s wrist. She cut it off with her laser, but using his jetpack, the large man launched himself forwards. Their lasers clashed some more, but Revan’s mother was thrown off balance and the large man jammed his laser into his mother’s stomach.

Revan expected her to scream, but she smiled and spoke, “You will make me proud, my child. The force has told me so.” She shut her eyes, and her body vanished.

 “Noooooo,” Revan screamed. He ran out of his hiding spot and suddenly his arm was outstretched, and the large man was choking himself.

As the other men went to shoot at Revan, a woman jumped down and blocked them with her own laser. But hers was green.

“How far the once great Mandolorian’s have fallen,” the woman said, “reduced to trying to murder children and killing injured opponents. I thought your culture was all about honour”

Revan let go, and the large man collapsed to the group, breathing heavily. “You will leave this place,” the woman said, “you may be warriors, but that is inconsequential in comparison to the power of the force.”

The large man took one last look at Revan before they flew off with their jetpack’s. “Are you hurt, child,” the woman asked.

“N…no,” Revan said, a tear trickling down his face as he looked at the black robe that was left of where his mother once stood.

“Ahhh,” the woman said, “your mother was a jedi, one of the bravest there was.”

“A…a jedi,” Revan sniffled, “like the wizards from Coruscant?”

“Yes,” the woman said, “your mother was one of them, I am one of them. We are called jedi.”

“J…jedi,” Revan asked, “I…I’m a jedi?”

“Yes,” the woman said, “if you come with me, you will have the proper training to become a jedi, you could be just like your mother.”

“Ok,” Revan said, “I’ll go, but what’s your name.”

“I am jedi master Arren Kae,” the woman said, “what is your name child?”

Revan spoke, and it would change the fate of the galaxy forever, “My name is Revan.”

The Ashes of Varl, Gamor Run, Hyperspace:

“I want my mother,” a little girl with blonde hair and blue eyes spoke.

“That ain’t my problem little girl,” the guard said, “you’re here because your parents were paid by the Huts, likely sold you in exchange for credits.”

 The little girl huffed before going to sit back down. “Where are we going,” the little girl asked another man.

“Nal Hutta,” the man replied, “there they’ll decide what to do with you, if you’re lucky you’ll get shipped out to Kessel, or Ryloth, maybe if you’re lucky you’ll stay here, or only go to Nar Shaddaa. But if they really don’t like you, they’ll ship you off to Tatooine, or Delacrix. If you’re unlucky, they’ll ship you off to Teth.”

 “What’s wrong with Teth,” the little girl asked.

“Other than being a part of Hutt space,” the man responded, “it’s nearly completely cut off from the rest of the galaxy, located at the edge of the known galaxy it is. Right near Wild Space”

The little girl was silent for a while before speaking, “so are we just expected to wait here before arriving at Nal Hutta before going off like good slaves?”

“Not all people were sold into slavery, by their guardians or whatever,” the man said, “I chose to serve the Hutts to serve my debts.”

The little girl was about to respond before a noise broke her out of her thoughts.

“If you don’t bow to me, it will be treated as defiance to the Hutt grand council,” a different guard said, aiming a blaster pistol at a woman on the floor.

“I would rather die on my feet than to live on my knees,” the woman said.

The man said nothing, just smiled. An evil, sadistic smile. A blaster shot went off and the woman collapsed.

The little girl rushed to the dead woman’s side.

“Get away little girl,” the guard said, “or you’ll join her.”

“No one should have the power to control someone else just because they are stronger,” the little girl said defiantly.

“The Hutts shall remember that,” the guard said, “you will rot out here forever.”

“I would rather die on my feet that live on my knees,” the little girl repeated the woman’s words.

As the blaster went off, the little girl shut her eyes, waiting for the blaster bolt to hit her. But nothing.

The little girl opened her eyes to see the blaster bolts had stopped mid-air, inches from her face. The guard was frozen in place, seemingly struggling.

 A young woman walked in, she was wearing brown robes and had red hair.

“Hello child,” the red-haired woman said, “I am here to collect you.”

“Collect me,” the little girl asked.

“Yes, you are force sensitive,” the woman said, “you are to be brought to the jedi temple on Coruscant for training.”

“Jedi,” the little girl asked confused, “like the space wizards from the stories.”

“Yes, but we are not wizards,” the woman replied, “we serve the will of the force, it is an energy field that binds all living beings, yet so little is actually known about it.”

“I can be a jedi,” the little girl asked.

“If you come with me,” the woman replied, reaching out her hand for the little girl.

She took it, being pulled along. The blaster bolt finally struck where it was supposed to, but the little girl had moved, so it hit the wall behind where she once was.

The woman disarmed all the guards, before throwing their weapons at the captured slaves. Some chose to take up arms and attack the guards, while some refused, like the man the little girl had spoken to.

“Why didn’t you just kill all the guards then free the slaves,” the little girl asked, confused.

“You can only help those who wished to be helped,” the woman responded, “now, I believe we need to be introduced. I will go first, I am Vima Sunrider, Jedi Knight, servant of the Force.”

“My name is Meetra,” Meetra replied, “Meetra Surik.”

Kessel Trading Hub, Kessel, Kessel Sector, Outer Rim:

As always, as Anaka slept, she dreamt.

Before, it was always just one of those laser swords that the funny space wizards from Coruscant have. Usually a green one, sometimes a blue one. Never any other colour.

This time the dream was different. First, she saw a man in a black cloak and a mask, the man went to remove the mask, and the scene changed.

Now, she saw a blonde, faceless woman walks through the halls of a temple, while other faceless, robed people all looked at her, all while a single word was echoed into her ears. “Exile.” “Exile.” “Exile.”

 The scene changed again, and Anaka looked at herself standing in front of a mirror, she blinked and the woman standing there was nearly unrecognisable if not for the hair and the eyes.

The woman’s hair was longer than Anaka’s was now, straight as can be. The same dark brown as Anaka’s. The same light blue eyes stared at Anaka. Anaka knew what she was looking at.

She was looking at herself.

The woman in the mirror had a brown cloak on, but clearly visible was silver armour on her body. She also saw a laser sword, strapped to a belt. The same one she always dreamt about. Mirror Anaka blinked, and the scene changed.

In front of her was a darkened room, where clearly sitting was a red skinned man, sitting on a throne.

Anaka looked down and she saw herself, or how her reflection had looked in the mirror, the silver armour, the brown cloak. In her hand she held the same laser sword.

She looked to her left and there was the blonde woman from her dreams. As she looked at her, she could hear the words again. “Exile.” “Exile.” “Exile.”

She looked to her right to see the black cloaked, masked man. Anaka woke up.

“You’ve already slept far too long,” a voice yelled, “how am I supposed to do my job, if you can’t even do your simple job of being a servant.”

Greetant was her master.

It was usually unorthodox and looked down upon for a human to serve another human as a slave. But this was the Outer Rim and the Hutts didn’t care, as long as they were on top. And in the Outer Rim, whatever the Hutts said was law.

“I’m sorry Greetant,” Anaka muttered.

“Well, hurry up,” Greetant replied, “we’ve got customers to serve.”

The first customer walked in, a robed woman, and on Greetant’s orders, Anaka walked to the back to get something.

As she was coming back, she tripped and fell. She realised what that would mean.

As Greetant came to the back and saw her on the ground, and what she was collecting with her, he yelled, “you can never do anything right, you stupid child. That is 5 lashes.”

 “Please sir,” Anaka cried, “I didn’t mean to.”

“Silence,” Greetant said, “come out and let a customer witness your inferiority.”

They went back out the front and Greetant got the whip out. An orange light whip from Zygerria. Anaka braced for the agony that was to come, but nothing.

Greetant was frozen in place, the whip as well. “What is this,” Greetent cried.

“Are you ok,” the robed woman asked her, “are you hurt?”

“N…no,” Anaka responded, sniffling.

“Do not worry child,” the robed woman replied, “you are safe now.”

“Y…you’re one of those wizards from Coruscant,” Anaka said, “the jedi?”

“I am a jedi,” the woman said, “and so can you. If you come with me.”

“When do we leave,” Anaka asked.

“Right now,” the woman said, “if you truly wish.”

Anaka walked with the woman. The woman freed Greetant. He said nothing, just looked at her before escaping into the back.

“Why didn’t you kill him,” Anaka asked, “he was abusing, you saw how he was going to whip me.”

“Because everyone deserves a second chance,” the woman replied, “I once didn’t give someone a second chance and took all they had from them. No matter how evil, or what they have done, everyone deserves a second chance. Even your slave owners, let us go to Coruscant. But first, what is your name?”

“Anaka,” Anaka said, “Anaka Skywalker.”

Anaka and her new jedi friend walked out of what had been the only home she could ever remember, just in time to witness the Kessel sunrise.

“With the rise of the sun, your life will never be the same,” the robed woman explained, “are you ready?”

“Yes,” Anaka said with conviction, never more sure of anything in her life.

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3980 BBY

Jedi Temple, Coruscant, Corusca Sector, Core Worlds:

Revan had been at the temple for a full galactic year, and he had learned much.

His mother and father were both Jedi. When he spoke to Grandmaster Nomi Sunrider, she had spoken fondly of them. Telling him that they had served together during the Great Sith War, the one that was fought against Exar Kun.

She had called them some of the finest Jedi ever, and that she was proud to call them her friends. While Grandmaster Nomi Sunrider defeated Ulic Qel-Droma, and helped stop Exar Kun, his mother and father fought the savage Mandalorians.

Grandmaster Nomi even telling Revan that his mother, Mirax Kallea, had killed Mandalore the Indomitable, the leader of the Mandalorians, a warrior race who sought combat as a kind of glory.

“Your mother hunted down Mandalore to Onderon’s moon, Dxun. Mandalore was likely trying to return to a base they had set up on the world,” Nomi Sunrider had said, “Your mother found him first, before cutting him down for his crimes against the Republic. 10 years later you showed up to the temple with your mother’s robes and lightsaber. Many speculated what had happened, after all your parents were banished due to the council finding out about their secret marriage. You showing up reinforced the council’s beliefs that they should have been banished.”

“That doesn’t explain what happened to my parents, or why they were killed,” Revan had responded.

“No,” the Grandmaster had replied with, “but Master Kae had filled in the blanks. Your mother had been killed by Mandalore the Ultimate, their new leader. And due to the absence of your father, he had likely died earlier.”

“So, the reason my parents are dead is because of the Mandalorians,” Revan had replied angrily. “Yes,” Nomi Sunrider had responded with, “but you must remember Revan, revenge is not the jedi way.”

3979 BBY

Jedi Temple, Coruscant, Corusca Sector, Core Worlds:

In his two years spend at the temple, Revan had made one friend. A tall boy named Alek, 3 years older than Revan.

It had been nice, Revan did not think he had ever had a friend before. But right now, Revan did not know where Alek was.

Revan wandered around the temple, in his small size no one really paid attention to him.

He came to a stop in the room of a thousand fountains, where he had been a frequent guest, but this time he spotted a girl with blonde hair, around his age looking into the fountain.

“You’re in my spot,” Revan said bluntly.

“Am I,” the girl asked, “do you have a monopoly on looking at the fountain?”

“Yes, I do,” Revan responded sarcastically.

“I don’t suppose this can be both of our spots,” the girl asked.

Revan pretended to think about it for a minute before replying with, “I suppose the Jedi thing to do would be to share.”

“How lovely,” the girl said, “what’s your name? I think I’ve seen you around with Grandmaster Nomi Sunrider. You know, her daughter brought me to the temple.”

“I’m Revan,” Revan said, “and I didn’t know that the Grandmaster had a daughter. What’s your name?”

 “Nice to meet you Revan,” the girl said, “Master Vima Sunrider is Grandmaster Nomi Sunrider’s daughter. I’m Meetra Surik.”

“Nice to meet you too Meetra Surik,” Revan said, “that’s too long, I think I’m just gonna call you Mee.”

“I guess if you’re giving me a nickname, I should give you one as well,” Meetra said, “I’m gonna call you Rev.”

“That’s find by me Mee,” Revan said. Unbeknownst to both, their lives would be forever intertwined from that moment onwards.

As always, Anaka found herself back in the forge.

It was nice for once, to be alone.

The Jedi masters always pestering her due to her visions. Apparently, it was not common for Jedi to have apparent visions of the future.

She hit a hammer down onto a piece of metal again. When she was back at the workshop, when she wasn’t helping serve customers, usually selling equipment to the spice miners, she was forced to make things.

Whatever it may be, she found it sort of relaxing to be able to do it on her own accord.

And here, the masters left her alone. No one ventured into the forges. What was the point when you could use the force to do anything?

From her distractions and the loud noise of a hammer clanking against metal, she did not hear someone else enter the forge.

“What are you making,” a boy asked.

Instead of responding, Anaka asked, “what are you doing here?”

 “I’m allowed to be here,” the boy replied, “and my friend, Mee said I should go meet the forge girl.”

“So, your friends with blondie that keeps bothering my work,” Anaka asked, “tell her to leave me alone.”

“I don’t think she would if I asked,” the boy said, “besides, you didn’t answer my question. What are you making?”

“Nothing,” Anaka said, “just hitting metal with a hammer.”

“That’s not nothing then,” the boy said.

“I suppose not,” Anaka replied, “what’s your name, friend of blondie?”

“Revan,” Revan said, “I guess you can call me Rev, and blondie’s name is Meetra, but call her Mee. Mee’s not annoying, she’s just doesn’t want you to be lonely because she doesn’t think anyone deserves to be alone.”

“I’m Anaka,” Anaka said.

“Come on Anaka,” Revan said before grabbing Anaka’s hand, “I’m going to introduce you to Mee properly, and to Alek.”

“Surely you felt it too mother,” Vima Sunrider said.

“I did,” Nomi said, “a force bond has been created between Revan Kallea and Meetra Surik. A powerful one.”

“When I found her, I sensed something of the sorts,” Vima said, “I wasn’t sure what it was then, but I know now for certain. She has an unusual affinity for creating powerful force bonds.”

“There is more,” Nomi said, “All three of them have unexplored force potential, far greater than anyone else. Greater than you and I, greater than anyone on the council. Dare I say greater than Exar Kun.” 

“That is not all of it, no,” Vima asked.

“No,” Nomi confirmed, “I found Anaka Skywalker as a slave on Kessel, but what she told me on the trip to Coruscant was interesting. She had seen visions, of lightsabers. Something she said she had never seen outside her visions, nor did she even know the names of it.”

“So, what do you think,” Vima said.

“I’m not sure,” Nomi admitted, “it is no coincidence that these three all arrived at the temple mere months apart, less than a year in between their ages. The will of the force is in motion, now we wait to see what it wills.”   

3978 BBY

Jedi Temple, Coruscant, Corusca Sector, Core Worlds:

“Can any of you recite the Jedi code for me,” Master Vima Sunrider asked the newly made padawans, Revan, Meetra and Anaka.

 Meetra’s hand shot up.

“Yes Meetra,” Master Vima asked.

“There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. There is no passion, there is serenity. There is no chaos, there is harmony. There is no death, there is the force,” Meetra recited.

Revan and Anaka clapped sarcastically.

“Well done padawan,” Master Vima said, “you three are dismissed for the day.”

They walked out of the make ship classroom together.

“I’m gonna head down to the forge if you two wanna join me,” Anaka said.

“Nah, we’re good,” Revan said, “me and Mee have some business with the room of a thousand fountains, don’t we Mee.”

“That we do Rev,” Meetra replied.

“They know it’s you who’s keeps dying the water,” Anaka said, “you two are just Grandmaster Nomi’s favourites.”

“Whatever do you mean An,” Revan said, “do you have any idea what she’s talking about Mee?”

“No clue, Rev,” Meetra responded.

“Well, have fun not getting in trouble,” Anaka said.

“We will,” Revan said, “have fun playing with your droids and hammers.”

3975 BBY

Jedi Temple, Coruscant, Corusca Sector, Core Worlds:

“Master Kae,” Revan said.

“Yes padawan,” Kae replied.

“Just how does studying the Sith help me become a better Jedi,” Revan asked.

“By knowing our ancient enemy, we can begin to understand them,” Kae said, “after all the…”

“The Sith were a faction of 12 Jedi banished from the order after the Hundred Years Darkness,” Revan finished for her.

“Well done apprentice,” Kae said, “you are learning much.”

“Master Vima,” Meetra asked, “what happens when a Jedi dies?”

“An interesting question,” Master Vima said, “it is believed that your spirit passes on to become one with the force. Although you can appear in the mortal world as a kind of ghostly spirit. But it has only been written about, I have not seen any force spirits.”

"How would one go about doing this," Meetra asked.

"Planning an untimely death," Master Vima joked, "I do not know but your friend, Anaka, has been granted access to the masters only section of the Jedi archives. Perhaps you can ask her to help you research?"

"Ok master," Meetra replied brightly, "thank you for your assistance."

“Master Nomi,” Anaka asked, “what was the point in exiling Ajunta Pall and his followers?”

“They followed the dark side and created many abominations,” Nomi Sunrider replied, “the dark side is inherently evil and anyone who uses it is selfish and evil.”

“Ok, sure, dark side bad or whatever,” Anaka said, “but how could the old Jedi Order have not seen that exiling the original Lords of the Sith would create millennia of conflict. We are the cause of the existence of our ancient enemy, if we didn’t exile Ajunta Pall and his followers, and had simply left them to their own devices they would have destroyed themselves, as is the nature of the dark side, destruction.”

“That is an interesting opinion to have,” Grandmaster Nomi said, “but I suggest you do not tell the other masters that, they are much more conservative when it comes to their opinions.”

“Ok,” Anaka said, “but also, by banishing the original Sith, don’t we take away from the Forces nature of balance?”

“Yes,” Grandmaster Nomi admitted, “Balance must be maintained by both aspects of the force.”

“But also, with the nature of the force and balance,” Anaka began, “the Sith will always exist if the Jedi do, and the Jedi will exist if the Sith do. So, the only way to truly destroy our ancient enemy would be to destroy ourselves as well.”

“That is also an interesting opinion,” Grandmaster Nomi said, “what has got you thinking about this?”

“Thanks to you giving me access to the master’s only section of the archives, my study material has broadened,” Anaka said, “it has been refreshing to be able to study lots of different topics with Revan, Meetra and Alek.”

“I am simply glad to be able to help,” Grandmaster Nomi said, “on another note, have you been having visions again?”

“Master, I’ve told you before, I don’t like the other masters questioning me about them,” Anaka said, “you have always been good at not pestering me about my possible visions.”

“I know, I would not do this unless something is wrong,” Grandmaster Nomi said, “but I sense a great darkness coming, I would like to know if the force has shown you anything? You do not have to share what you have seen if you do not wish to.”

Anaka was silent and Nomi was unsure if she was going to speak.

“I saw a man with a mask, the same mask I saw in my vision the day before you found me, but this time he was holding a red lightsaber,” Anaka began, “I saw the galaxy on fire, I saw the force bleeding, I saw a red skinned man, laughing, before he spoke the words ‘I want to exist’. Then I saw oblivion.”

“I see,” Nomi said, “this is concerning. I am sorry Anaka, but I will have to discuss this with the council. And please tell Meetra and Revan to stop colouring the water in the room of a thousand fountains”

“I will try Master,” Anaka bowed her head as the Grandmaster walked off.

3973 BBY

Jedi Temple, Coruscant, Corusca Sector, Core Worlds:

Both Revan and Meetra stood over the fountain.

Revan holding a vial containing red dye, while Meetra stood next to him giggling uncontrollably.

Revan was about to pour it in before a voice stopped him.

“You shouldn’t do that Padawan Revan,” a feminine voice said, “it is disrespectful to the Jedi Order by colouring this sacred fountain.”

“Hello to you too Atris,” Revan said.

Atris was a Jedi Knight older than them. She was even older than Alek.

“Stop spoiling our fun Atris,” Meetra said, “you’re always such a busybody.”

“Yea Atris,” Revan said, “stop ruining our fun.”

“Just go, Padawan Revan, Padawan Meetra,” Atris said.

“Fine,” Revan said, “let’s go Mee, Atris is bringing down all the fun.”

Meetra sighed loudly, “fine I guess we should leave.”

She walked forwards and ‘accidentally’ bumped into Revan; Revan dropped the red vial of dye.

“Oops,” Revan said before grabbing Meetra’s hand and running off, both their laughter echoing through the room as the water turned red.

3972 BBY

Jedi Temple, Coruscant, Corusca Sector, Core Worlds:

When Revan walked into the high council chambers for the first time since he was brought to the temple, Meetra was already there.

Revan, of course knew something was wrong. He had not seen her all day and they usually did not go without causing mischief together for a few hours.

And of course, he could feel her terror.

He always could feel what Meetra was feeling.

Meetra turned her head to reveal a tear-stricken face.

“Welcome Revan,” Master Vandar greeted.

“What do you want with Meetra,” Revan asked sullenly.

“Your fear for her is unnecessary,” Master Vandar replied, “we only wish to speak. As I am sure you are aware, Meetra is an exceptional young lady.”

“That is your opinion,” Master Vrook grumbled.

“Do not be so fast to dismiss what you do not understand,” Master Vima said, “no one sent for Revan, yet here he is.”

“That proves nothing, as we are all aware, and as Jedi Knight Atris has told us, these two are frequently up to mischief, sometimes accompanied by Padawan Skywalker,” Vrook said, “she is perhaps not suited for the life of a jedi, emotions run high in her.”

Revan could sense Meetra’s distress, but when he looked over, she was unnaturally still, burning a hole into the floor with her stare.

“She is an exceptionally promising padawan, she is suited for the life of a Jedi,” Grandmaster Nomi Sunrider said, it was the first time Revan had heard her speak this whole time, “you may have your opinions on her, but for all intents and purposes many of us here find those opinions to be incorrect.”

“The two of them are exceptionally close,” Revan heard his master, Kae, speak for the first time, “it is not befitting for a Jedi, perhaps it is for the best.”

“Revan,” Grandmaster Nomi Sunrider spoke, “what is your opinion on the subject of Meetra possibly being transferred to the Jedi enclave on Dantooine?”

“And where will I be,” Revan asked.

“You will remain here, on Coruscant,” Grandmaster Nomi said, “where you will remain under Master Kae’s tutelage.”

“I do not know why you ask,” Meetra said, her voice small, “you wish to send me away and you have made up your minds, even after hearing Anaka’s pleas for me to remain.”

 “Does the whole council wish to send Meetra away,” Revan asked.

“It is only myself, Master Vima and Master Vandar who are of different opinions,” Grandmaster Nomi said.

Revan glanced at his own master, whose name was absent from that list. Her eyes stared back at him, seemingly piercing his very being. Revan looked away.

“I hope you understand apprentice,” Kae said, “there has not been any force bond in history as strong as the one between you and Meetra, ever, in the history of our order. We fear if you remain close, it will grow out of hand. This is done for the benefit of the both of you.”

Revan turned slightly seeing Meetra’s lips quiver as she glanced at him.

“I am sorry Revan,” Grandmaster Nomi said, “you are both dismissed. Meetra, pack your things, you leave for Dantooine tomorrow.”

Revan and Meetra walked out of the council chambers.

Grandmaster Nomi leaned over and whispered something to Master Vima. Master Vima mouthed ‘no’ back. Grandmaster Nomi sighed.

“Something to add Grandmaster,” Vrook asked.

“It is unwise to separate the two of them,” Nomi said, “they will both come to resent us, just as Anaka will.”

“Resentment is not a Jedi trait,” Vrook replied, “they will get over it.”

“Council adjourned,” Nomi sighed. All the masters cleared out, until only Nomi and her daughter remained.

“It was foolish to let them be separated,” Vima said.

“Yes,” Nomi agreed, “yet there was nothing we could do. It was the will of the force.”

“What do you mean mother,” Vima asked.

“Anaka saw this exact event in a vision,” Nomi said, “she told me as soon as it happened, it was also why she showed up nearly as soon as the meeting was called.”

“Do you think it could be the force itself showing her,” Vima asked.

“Perhaps,” Nomi said, “but if the force wanted this to happen, then I am also sure that the force will not keep Revan and Meetra from each other for too long.”

Revan and Meetra walked out of the council chambers silently, walking together. When they passed a corridor that they both knew didn’t have any cameras, they turned.

“So,” Meetra said, a tear rolling down her cheek, “I guess this is goodbye, I never see you again after this.”

“Don’t think you can get rid of me that easily,” Revan said, “we’ll figure something out.” Revan hugged her, wiping the tear rolling down her cheek before kissing her other cheek.

The next day, Revan stood next to Anaka and Alek as they watched Meetra board a shuttle before disappearing into the Coruscant skies.

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3971 BBY

Jedi Temple, Coruscant, Corusca Sector, Core Worlds:

“You were warned Master Kae,” Master Vandar shouted, “and now we find you are teaching your pupil dark side techniques.”

“Is it any different from Grandmaster Sunrider letting her pupil study the ancient Sith,” Kae replied calmly.

“There is a difference Master Kae,” Nomi said.

“The difference is that you are the Grandmaster and therefore can get away with anything,” Kae said.

“No,” Nomi shot back, “the difference is that I let my pupil study the ancient Sith and the dark side to better understand them, because our ancient enemy will return one day, and she wishes to be ready for that inevitable outcome.”

The council room was silent as the Grandmaster spoke, not a sound.

“While you actively teach and encourage Revan to learn dark side techniques,” Nomi continued, “for force’s sake, Master Vima walked in on you trying to teach Revan force lightning.”

“I have my way of teaching just as you have yours,” Kae said, “as the Grandmaster, you must respect that.”

“I cannot and will not respect it when you are trying to corrupt the one of the most promising students we have seen in a millennia,” Nomi shouted, “remind me how many of your former pupils fell to the dark side, remind me how many?”

“I did not make them fall to the dark side,” Kae said calmly, “they chose it.”

“No one chooses the corruption of the dark side,” Master Zhar said.

“Do your pupils even matter to you,” Nomi asked, “you do not even seem to care for them.”

“I care for all my pupils, no matter what befalls them,” Kae said, “perhaps Revan more than others, but I do care for all of them.”

“Exar Kun was your student for less than a year and look what he did to the galaxy. You claim to care but do not clean up after yourself,” Nomi said, “I have had to. Exar Kun left the galaxy burning, I was the one who tirelessly fought to stop him. Not you, me and the other Jedi. Not you, never you. For force’s sake, Master Mirax Kallea died because of the war you inadvertently caused. She would despise you for what you are trying to turn her son into.”

“When Exar was under my tutelage I never denied him knowledge,” Kae said, “just as I have never denied Revan knowledge. And when I had taught Exar everything I could, I pointed him to where he could find more knowledge.”

“You pointed him to Yavin 4 and Korriban,” Nomi said, “and the galaxy paid the price and now you will too.”

 Nomi took in air after her outburst.

“Not only that,” Nomi said, calming herself, “but your affair with the Republic Military Officer, Yusanis, and the result of it have not gone unnoticed by this council.”

“Why should that be relevant,” Kae questioned, “the result of your affair sits among us, yet no punishment has been levied against you, Grandmaster.”

Vima looked ready to draw her lightsaber on Arren Kae.

“There is a difference,” Nomi spoke with such quiet fury, all the other council members could do was listen, “I was married for one, I was not a Jedi when I birthed Vima, it was not a simple night of passion and lust, which are strictly forbidden in the Jedi code, and I did not commit adultery. Or did it slip your mind that Yusanis was already married with children?”

Arren Kae stared back at Nomi Sunrider furiously but said nothing in resignation.

“All in favour for the immediate exile of Master Arren Kae from the Jedi Order,” Nomi said.

Every hand in the room shot up.

“In unanimous decision, former Master Arren Kae, you are stripped of your title of Jedi Master,” Nomi said, standing up, “you will never return to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, you will never return to the Jedi Enclave on Dantooine, you will never be a Jedi again. If you do the Jedi Order will be forced to act.”

Nomi was now standing in front of Kae, staring her down, looking down on her.

“I have one request,” Kae said, “I wish to bid my apprentice farewell.”

“Denied,” Nomi said immediately, “you have already corrupted Revan with your teachings enough, you will leave and speak to no one.”

“I do not wish to teach him,” Kae said, “I simply wish to inform him of my departure.”

“No,” Nomi said forcefully, “Temple guards, escort Arren Kae to a shuttle.”

The Jedi Temple Guards entered the building, Kae glanced at the Temple guards before facing Nomi again.

“You know what I see Grandmaster Sunrider,” Arren Kae spoke with venom, “I see your death. And I see it will be your greatest pupil’s fault.”

Nomi did not react.

“You are no longer welcome in the Jedi Temple,” Nomi said, “leave.”

Disgraced former Jedi Master Arren Kae was escorted out of the Jedi high council chambers.

3970 BBY

Jedi Temple, Coruscant, Corusca Sector, Core Worlds:

Revan entered the Jedi Council chambers looking for Grandmaster Nomi Sunrider, as his Master Zhar had instructed.

Zhar had claimed that he had nothing left to teach Revan, so it was best to seek out the Grandmaster for personal tutelage.

Yet as he entered the chambers it was empty. For all but one chair, his former Master Kae’s seat.

Now sat there was a blonde woman in white Echani robes.

 “Hello Master Atris,” Revan said.

“Padawan Revan,” Atris replied, “is there something I can help you with?” “

I see you’ve taken my former master’s seat,” Revan said.

“Yes,” Atris said, “there always has to be 12 master’s on the council and with my loyalty and dedication to upholding Jedi traditions I was granted this position, one which I am eternally grateful for.” “

Yea, ok,” Revan said, “I don’t really care, but good for you. Have you seen Grandmaster Sunrider?”

“I have not,” Atris said.

Just as she said that the council chamber doors opened and in walked Grandmaster Sunrider.

“Master Zhar has informed me that you seek further tutelage,” Nomi said, “I will happily take you on as my apprentice.”

“Thank you, Grandmaster,” Revan bowed his head.

 3969 BBY

Jedi Temple, Coruscant, Corusca Sector, Core Worlds:

“Is this all you do down here,” Alek asked, looking on with Revan as Anaka swung down on another piece of metal.

“It’s not just hitting stuff with a hammer Alek,” Anaka said, “it is much more than that.”

 “Oh really,” Alek said, “such as?”

“I am creating,” Anaka said, “right now, I am shaping it.”

Anaka swung down again.

“What’s the point in hitting stuff with a hammer, when anything you make is inconsequential compared to the force,” Alek asked.

Anaka picked up the molten frame with a giant pair of two-handed tweezers before dunking it in water.

It made a great hissing noise when it contacted the water before Anaka pulled it out.

“Because” Anaka said, “force users expect you to attack with the force or a lightsaber, not this.”

Using the force, Anaka flung the dagger she had just created towards Alek, stopping it right before his face.

“I think you made your point Anaka,” Revan said, “but what’s the point?”

“It helps distract me,” Anaka said, “it helps my head remain clear.”

3968 BBY

Jedi Temple, Coruscant, Corusca Sector, Core Worlds:

“Um, excuse me,” a young girl tapped on Anaka’s shoulder, “Jedi Knight, Anaka.”

Anaka turned and looked down to see a young girl, no older than 8.

“Hello youngling,” Anaka said, “what can I do for you?”

“Um, the Grandmaster sent me to tell you to meet in the Jedi Council chambers in 30 minutes,” the little girl said.

“Ok,” Anaka said, “and who might you be?”

“I-I’m Bastila, “the little girl stuttered, “Bastila Shan. And I’m an apprentice, not a youngling.”

“So sorry,” Anaka said, “usually apprentices aren’t taken until the student is 11 or 12.”

“I’m a special case,” Bastila said proudly.

“I’m sure you’re very special,” Anaka muttered, getting more annoyed by the minute.

“All the other apprentices speak about how you are friends with Revan,” Bastila said, “apparently he’s the best lightsaber duellist in the order, is that true?”

“First time I’ve heard that,” Anaka muttered, “well I’m going to go speak to Master Vima about something, so you go scurry off and go speak to someone else.”

Anaka needed to leave before she threw this padawan across the room.

3966 BBY

Jedi Temple, Coruscant, Corusca Sector, Core Worlds:

“Jedi Knight Revan, Jedi Knight Alek,” a voice said.

Revan and Alek turned to see a little girl chasing after them.

“What can I do for you,” Revan asked, “um, what’s your name?”

“I’m padawan Bastila Shan, I’m the new apprentice of Master Vrook Lamar,” Bastila said.

“That explains a lot,” Alek muttered to Revan.

“Tell me about it,” Revan whispered, “imagine having Vrook as your master. I think I’d go insane.”

“Hey,” Bastila said, “Master Vrook is a very good master, he is teaching me in all aspects of the force.”

“What do you want, Padawan Shan,” Revan asked.

“The Grandmaster sent me to tell you that your excursion to the enclave on Dantooine has been approved,” Bastila said.

“Oh,” Revan said, “thank you, but Alek and I will have to be going now.”

Jedi Enclave, Dantooine, Raioballo Sector, Outer Rim:

Revan remembered coming here once as a padawan. But since then, the enclave had seemingly expanded.

“Jedi Knights Revan, Alek and Anaka,” Master Vandar greeted them, “welcome to the Jedi Enclave on Dantooine, although nowhere near as grand as the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, it serves its purpose. Come now, I believe there is someone who wishes to see you.”

They got to the main part of the enclave.

That’s when Revan saw her.

Meetra.

She was talking to another Jedi, one that looked around their age.

“Jedi Knight Surik, there are some people here to see you,” Master Vandar said before stepping out of the way.

Meetra turned and locked eyes with Revan.

 “Hey Mee,” Revan greeted, “long time no see.” Meetra flung herself forwards, embracing Revan in a tight hug.

She pulled away and steadied herself.

“Sorry,” Meetra muttered, “it’s just… it’s been so long.”

Meetra hugged both Anaka and Alek.

“Come on, I’ll show you where my room is,” Meetra said, before leading them away.

They walked into a room; bigger than the rooms they had on Coruscant.

“This is my room,” Meetra said.

This time Meetra gave them all proper hugs; she kissed Revan on the cheek.

Anaka and Alek glanced at each other.

“What is it like here,” Revan asked.

“My stay on Dantooine has been… isolating,” Meetra said, “out here, we’re far away from all the people in the temple. I miss it.”

“Yea, it hasn’t been the same without you there,” Anaka said.

“So, what’s happened since I’ve been away,” Meetra asked.

“Kae was banished from the order,” Revan said.

“Really,” Meetra said surprised, “for what?”

“She was teaching me dark side techniques,” Revan said, “which I asked her to. I guess it’s the fact that many of her other students fell to the dark side. But I’m not like them, I’d never fall to the dark side.”

“Say Meetra,” Anaka said, “how about we show you our ship, and forget that you were still on it when we leave.”

“Say Anaka,” Meetra replied, “I’d say that’s a good idea.”

Grandmaster Nomi Sunrider had laughed when she saw Meetra with them, and said “it’s good to see you Meetra.”

Master Vima Sunrider had said she expected them to pull this stunt sooner.

The rest of the council were not pleased to say the least.

But Grandmaster Nomi and Master Vima had managed to convince them to just leave it as it was.

“So here we are,” Alek said, “the gang is back together.”

“That we are Alek,” Revan smiled, “that we are.”

3964 BBY

Senate Chamber, Coruscant, Corusca Sector, Core Worlds:

“When will you Jedi do anything,” Supreme Chancellor Tol Cressa said, “Vanquo and Flashpoint have already fallen. It’s been six months, and Taris remains under siege. You are sworn protectors of the Republic; you are sworn protectors of peace. Yet you and your council do nothing.”

“It is my council who protected you in the previous war, Supreme Chancellor,” Grandmaster Sunrider said, “although the Mandalorians are attacking, the Jedi Council will decide for all Jedi, and it has not been decided yet. I will speak to them as soon as I am back at the Temple. Good day Supreme Chancellor.”

Jedi Temple, Coruscant, Corusca Sector, Core Worlds:

“They are slaughtering billions of innocent people,” Revan shouted, “how is that not promoting peace?”

“Control your emotions, Jedi Knight Revan,” Vrook said.

“Does the council expect us to do nothing,” Revan asked, “the outer rim burns, and we sit here, doing nothing. Who do you think the Mandalorians will come for next after they are finished crushing the Republic? Who? They certainly aren’t going to co-exist with us. Do you think they aren’t bitter after losing the Great Sith War?”

Revan turned to walk out of the chamber.

“Revan,” Grandmaster Sunrider said, “please think through what you are about to do next.”

Revan paused.

“I have Grandmaster,” he said, before walking out.

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3964 BBY

Cathar, Quelii Sector, Outer Rim:

Revan stepped outside onto the barren surface of Cathar.

“This planet feels empty,” Meetra said, “what happened here?”

“I’m not sure,” Revan admitted, “the Jedi are trying to hide something. And it has something to do with this planet, the Cathar and the Mandalorians.”

They had taken a shuttle without the council’s knowledge. Revan, Meetra, Anaka and Alek were joined by 6 other Jedi Knights and Padawans.

Those who thought similarly to them, that the Mandalorians were savages burning down the Outer Rim who needed to be stopped.

Revan led them around, not exactly sure what he was looking for.

They came to a stop at a body of water.

Revan spotted something laying in the sand, suddenly a shuttle descended upon them.

“The council,” Anaka yelled, igniting her lightsaber, “do not engage, but be ready for a fight.”

The others drew their lightsabers.

The shuttle blew sand as it landed.

The docking ramp was lowered and the first person to walk out was the Grandmaster, followed by Master Zhar, Master Vandar, and Atris.

Several more Jedi Knights stepped out of the shuttle quickly surrounding them.

“When I said think through what you were about to do next,” Grandmaster Sunrider said, “this is exactly what I didn’t want you to do.”

“When have we ever listened to whatever anyone said to not do,” Alek said.

“I suppose you are correct,” Nomi relented, “please just come back to Coruscant, much of the council including Vrook want you banished for disobeying orders. I do not want to have to banish any of you. I promise you Revan, the Jedi will help. We just need to wait.”

“Wait,” Revan yelled, “wait for what? For the enemy to land on the doorstep of our temple. I will not wait Grandmaster, not when people are suffering.”

Revan picked up what he had found.  

A Mandalorian mask.

Suddenly, all the Jedi were engulfed in a force vision.

The Mandalorians, let by a man in yellow Mandalorian armour attacked viciously.

The Cathar people were forced back nearing the sea.

 Many of them nearly submerged.

“Mandalorians,” Cassus Fett yelled, “fir…”

“Cassus, wait,” a Mandalorian woman cut off Cassus Fett, standing in front of the Cathar, “they’re defeated. We don’t have to do this.”

“They are beneath us, the purpose of the weak is to serve the strong, they couldn’t even give us a worthy fight,” Cassus yelled, “you are standing with the enemy. Obliterate them.”

It was over, they were alone on the beach, where the Cathar had been driven from land. But they had seen what the Cathar had seen. And they had felt the unspeakable cruelty, the death of a species, left to rot in the oceans.

Revan realised that he was holding the Mandalorian woman’s mask.

“I don’t know your name,” Revan spoke quietly, “but I take up your cause. I will not remove your mask until there is justice.”

Revan ignited his lightsaber, before raising it over his head.

“Until the Mandalorians have been defeated once and for all,” Revan yelled, “so swears Revan.”

Jedi Temple, Coruscant, Corusca Sector, Core Worlds: 

“Have you lost your mind Grandmaster,” Vrook shouted, “you wish to grant sanctuary to those who defied the orders of the council.”

“Yes, Vrook,” Nomi said, “I do. What we saw, the Mandalorians wiping out an entire species. Are we not protectors of peace?”

“Are you sure your favouritism towards Jedi Knight Revan, Surik, Alek and Skywalker are not the cause,” Atris asked, “after all you have let them get away with much in their short time at the temple.”

“You were there Atris,” Nomi said, “if you still do not believe that the council , you have failed to understand the Jedi code.”

“You dare,” Atris yelled standing up.

“Sit down Master Atris,” Master Vima yelled.

Atris complied.

“I understand that there are those in the order who do not wish to get involved,” Nomi said, “so the solution will be that any Jedi may join the war, free of fear of exile. It will be under the banner of a Republic Mercy Corp, any Jedi; Master, Knight or Apprentice may choose to assist in the war effort. It is not required, and you will be able to leave at any time. I will have no compromise. Understood?”

Vrook and Atris grumbled but ultimately agreed.

“Master Vima, would you please inform Revan and his followers of this,” Nomi said.

“Of course, Grandmaster,” Vima said before walking off.

“What do you think will happen when the Mandalorians arrive on Coruscant’s doorstep,” Meetra yelled into a crowd of listening Jedi, “you think they will leave us alone? No! They already massacred the Cathar people because the Mandalorians believed the Cathar to be a lesser species than them, what do you think they dream of doing to the people who stopped them and killed their former leader. If we don’t fight, the Republic will fall and then, the Mandalorians will come for the Jedi. Join me, join the Revanchist. Let us make a difference. Join us!”

All the Jedi in the crowd joined them, all but one.

A brown-haired young girl who couldn’t be any more than a padawan.

“Well done, Meetra,” Revan whispered.

“Jedi Knight Revan, Jedi Knight Surik,” Vima Sunrider’s voice rang out.

“Master Vima,” Meetra said, “what can we do for you.”

“I am here to inform you that you and your followers are sanctioned to join the war,” Vima said, “but only as a Republic Based Mercy Corp. There are still those in the order who do not wish to involve themselves. You may recruit anyone you like, and anyone is free to join without fear of exile.”

“Thank you, Master Vima,” Revan said.

“There are likely many in the order, eager to join you, who didn’t because they feared the wrath of the council,” Vima said, “let us stop these murderous Mandalorians.”

Yet again as she slept, she dreamt.

The first thing Anaka saw was Meetra standing before the council.

“For your crimes you are hereby exiled from the Jedi Order,” the words rung in her brain.

“Exile.” “Exile.” “Exile.” Rung in her brain.

 She remembered back to the vision she had the day before the Jedi found her.

The blonde woman, and the word exile.

The scene shifted, now she saw Revan with his mask on lying on the floor of a Republic capital ship.

How had she not made the connection before?

Her visions had predicted Revan’s mask. She had seen it years ago.

The scene shifted again and now she saw Alek dead on the floor, his lightsaber on the floor next to him.

She awoke.

So perhaps Grandmaster Nomi was right when she told her that her visions were ones predicting the future, and that perhaps the force is showing her.

It had to be, she had seen Revan’s mask in her vision nearly 2 decades ago.

“How is this possible,” Anaka muttered.

“Anaka,” Meetra opened the door, “we’re leaving, are you coming?”

“Why me,” Anaka muttered, “why did it pick me?”

“Anaka,” Meetra asked, worried.

This seemed to take Anaka out of her trance.

“Meetra,” Anaka said, “what are you doing here?”

“We’re about to leave to join the Republic,” Meetra said.

“I… I will join you later,” Anaka said, “I need to speak with Grandmaster Nomi about my force visions.”

“Oh,” Meetra said, “did you have another one.”

“Yea,” Anaka muttered, “but I’m started to think they’re more than just visions. Sorry Meetra, I’ll see you soon. I…I need to see the Grandmaster, excuse me.”

3963 BBY

Dxun, Japrael Sector, Inner Rim:

Meetra could not have predicted the slaughter that awaited the Republic troopers under her command.

They had landed on Onderon’s largest moon, Dxun last. Her mission was to set up orbitat defences on Onderon’s four moons in preparation for for the inevitable Mandalorian invasion of Onderon.

Dagri, Evas and Suthre had proven to be uneventful, but her forces were spread thin. Having spread out between four moons, her men were tired and there was little of them still with her.

Queen Talia had assured them that Dxun had been deserted by the Mandalorians after the battle of Onderon in the Great Sith War.

She was wrong.

They had come from the trees, the bushes, the land itself.

Like Dxun was actively trying to conceal the Mandalorians.

Hundreds of Mandalorians had caught them off guard as she found herself fighting an enemy they could barely see.

They appeared, attacked briefly, before disappearing into the thick jungle.

It had been twenty, maybe thirty minutes and she had lost over 50 men, and they hadn’t even inflicted a single casualty.

“We need immediate evac,” Meetra yelled into her commlink, “the enemy is here, hundreds of them. They’re using some form of cloaking device to blend in with the trees.”

Then came the onslaught, as Republic gunships descended to rescue them.

The enemy revealed themselves, charging at Meetra and her unit.

Meetra force pushed several back, but she knew Dxun was lost.

“Fall back,” Meetra yelled.

She used the force to collapse several large trees on the advancing Mandalorians.

The Republic gunships were nearing, they would soon be out of this hellhole.

The Basilisks came out of nowhere.

They appeared and destroyed several of the Republic gunships.

The burning gunships flew and crashed near her position, blowing up and killing dozens more of her men.

“We need immediate reinforcements,” Meetra yelled into her commlink,

“Alek! Alek! We’re pinned down, send air reinforcements.”

“Understood Meetra,” Alek replied.

Another burning gunship flew over her head.

The jungle burned around her giving Dxun the look that they were fighting in hell.

Dxun had lived up to its moniker of the Devil Moon.

Republic fighters approached and engaged the Mandalorian Basilisk War droids.

Several gunships descended and hovered over their position.

“For Mandalore,” a Mandalorian yelled.

Meetra looked over and saw the Mandalorian ground troops had returned.

“Go, go,” Meetra yelled, helping push soldiers onto the gunship.

She jumped up and they had escaped.

“Return to the fleet,” Meetra said, “Dxun is a lost cause.”

Iziz, Onderon, Japrael Sector, Inner Rim

“Queen Talia, perhaps it will be best if you leave Onderon,” Revan said, “Dxun has fallen back to the Mandalorians, even after the Republic invasion, from what General Surik told me, the Mandalorians slaughtered them. Only a few managed to escape. They will move to take out our defences on Dargi, Suthre and Evas. After that, they will come for Onderon, and they will come for you.”

“I will not abandon my people, Master Jedi,” Queen Talia replied, “my people have endured worse. The rule of the Sith Lord Freedon Nadd, the Beast Wars and the Freedon Nadd uprising. We will persevere.”

“Very well Queen Talia,” Revan relented, “but when the Mandalorians come, and they will, if I tell you to leave, you do. You are much more important to your people alive.”

 “Very well, Master Jedi,” Queen Talia responded, “but it will not come to that.”

“Meetra, Meetra, come in,” Revan spoke into his commlink.

“What is it Revan,” Meetra asked.

“Prepare yourself,” Revan said, “I sense the Mandalorians near.”

Just as Revan said that several Mandalorian war ships jumped out of hyperspace, Basilisk War Droids poured off Onderon’s four moons.

“Queen Talia,” Revan said, “it is time for you to return to your chambers. Yusanis, escort the Queen to her chambers and guard her.”

“Understood Revan,” Yusanis said before marching off with the Queen.

Revan looked up; the planetary shields were doing their job. The space battle was limited to space.

“Alek,” Revan said into his commlink, “what’s the situation up there?”

“It’s worse than we anticipated,” Alek replied, “we’re sustaining heavy losses, perhaps it’s best if we pull back.”

“Wait, Alek,” Revan said, “not yet. Hold on.”

The Basilisks poured into the skies of Onderon raining fire down onto Iziz.

Orbital cannons shot several out of the sky.

“Launch the fighters,” Revan yelled.

A fleet of Republic and Onderonian fighters launched into the skies.

As the sky burned, Mandalorians rained down onto the Republic position.

“Hold your position,” Revan yelled.

Several Troop carriers neared the ground.

“Attack,” Revan yelled as Mandalorians charged at them.

Revan led the charge, his blue and purple lightsabers carving a bloody hole through the Mandalorian line.

“For Mandalore,” several Mandalorians yelled as they engaged the Republic troops.

Revan force pushed several away, sending them flying.

The city burned around him as fire consumed the streets of Iziz.

“Revan,” Meetra yelled into her commlink, “Alek and I are ordering a retreat, we’re sustaining too many loses and aren’t making any ground.”

“Wait,” Revan said, “cover the Queens retreat, she must escape here for the future of Onderon.”

“Very well,” Meetra said, before yelling out commands, “hold the line. We must ensure that Queen Talia escapes the planet.”

“Yusanis,” Revan said into his commlink, “retreat, get the Queen out of there. We will be with you shortly.”

 “Very well Revan,” Yusanis said, “may the force be with you.”

“Talon,” Revan said, “we’re retreating. Lead the troops to the ships, I’ll cover your retreat.”

“Very well General,” Talon Rayth said.

“Fall back,” Revan yelled to the Republic troops.

Just then, the Mandalorians surged forwards reinvigorated by the news that the Republic was retreating.

Revan charged into the fray of thousands of Mandalorians swinging and slicing.

He grabbed the crevice between a Mandalorian’s helmet and head before yanking hard, the Mandalorians head coming clean off.

Blood covering his cape and armour.

Revan jumped over several before landing and sending a force shockwave knocking the Mandalorians back.

Revan sliced one of the Mandalorians jetpacks before force pushing them away, making them explode taking out several Mandalorians.

More kept coming and Revan was growing tired.

Revan used the force to throw his blue lightsaber in a deadly arc slicing killing all Mandalorians caught in its path instantly.

Revan swung down, decapitating two Mandalorians.

More kept coming.

His hand was shot with a blaster, and Revan dropped his lightsaber in pain.

Revan force pushed several more Mandalorians away.

More took their place.

Revan’s lightsaber that he dropped was lost somewhere under all the bodies.

He recalled his other lightsaber, cutting down several more Mandalorians as it made its way to Revan’s hand.

Revan was wrapped by several Mandalorians shooting the wrist ropes as Revan liked to call them.

He used his lightsaber to free himself before ducking as a Mandalorian shot their flamethrower at him.

His hands were restrained causing him to drop his lightsaber and was forced to his knees.

“Well, well, Master Jedi,” a man in yellow Mandalorian armour said, it was the man Revan saw in the vision on Cathar, “Demagol wanted more Jedi, but he’ll be more than pleased to get Revan the Butcher himself.”

Revan looked up and saw the ships escaping before he blacked out.

Alderaan, Alderaan Sector, Core Worlds:

“Taris has fallen and now so too has Onderon and Dxun,” Admiral Dodonna reported to Meetra Surik, “Admiral Saul Carath has moved to reinforce Serroco but it does not appear that much will change.”

“Very well,” Meetra said, “thank you for the report, Admiral, I’ll speak to you soon.”

Yusanis walked onto the bridge of Meetra’s capital ship.

 “Yusanis,” Meetra greeted, “what are you doing here? I thought you were with Revan.”

 “General Surik,” Yusanis greeted, “sorry for unexpected appearance, but Revan didn’t make it off the planet. He covered our retreat, but no one’s seen him. The last person to see him was the Jedi Knight Talon Rayth.”

“Thank you Yusanis,” Meetra said, “you are dismissed.”

Yusanis bowed as he left the bridge.

Meetra walked off and found the survivors of the ground battle.

She quickly found Talon Rayth.

She remembered him from the temple.

He was a few years younger than her and Revan; he was also one of the Jedi who came with them to Cathar.

“Talon,” Meetra greeted, “where is Revan?”

“I…,” Talon swallowed.

“Yusanis told me that you were with him when he ordered the ground retreat,” Meetra said calmly, “is that correct?”

“Yes General,” Talon said, “Revan ordered me to lead the troops to the ships and covered our retreat. The last thing I saw of him was him charging at the Mandalorians. Do you think he was… I can’t sense him.”

Meetra shut her eyes and concentrated, searching through her force bond.

She found him, faintly.

But she could feel his heartbeat. He was alive.

“He’s alive,” Meetra said, “but he’s been captured.”

“We have to go save him,” Talon said, “but where would be start.”

“I know where he’ll be taken,” Meetra said, “Flashpoint station.”

“Ok, but we can’t just abandon the war to go look for him,” Talon said.

“We won’t,” Meetra said, “because we won’t leave the front lines.”

“Uhh, General,” Talon said, concerned, “if we stay on the front lines, we won’t be able to find and rescue Revan.”

“We won’t be retrieving him,” Meetra said, “I know someone who hasn’t joined the war. She’s a good friend even if she hasn’t joined.”

“Who,” Talon asked. “Anaka Skywalker,” Meetra replied.

Jedi Temple, Coruscant, Corusca Sector, Core Worlds:

Meetra walked through the halls of the temple.

It seemed empty compared how it was before the war.

But the person she was looking for wouldn’t be found in these halls.

Meetra began her descent to the forge.

She saw Anaka on the other side of the room, a welding mask on her face, welder in one hand and hydrospanner in the other.

Meetra waited another five minutes before Anaka took her mask off and placed her tools down, wiping the sweat off her forehead.

Anaka turned and noticed Meetra.

Anaka sighed loudly.

 “I’ll tell you the same thing I told you before, Meetra,” Anaka said, “Grandmaster Nomi has advised me against joining the war because of my visions. I’m not joining no matter what you….”

“Revan’s been captured,” Meetra cut her off.

“Where” Anaka asked instantly.

“Flashpoint Station,” Meetra replied, “but you’ll be on your own. We can’t afford to lose any more ground than we already have.”

“Very well,” Anaka said, “meet me in the room of a thousand fountains, I’ll go get my stuff.”

Meetra watched Anaka walk in.

She was wearing full silver battle armour, her arms and legs covered, her brown Jedi robes now more akin to a cape, like Revan.

 “You like it,” Anaka asked, “I made it ages ago, but I never got to use it.”

“Get me a pair,” Meetra said jokingly.

“That can be arranged,” Anaka replied, “Revan actually got me to make his armour, just after I have Revan, you’ll get yours.”

They walked to the shuttle and took off before jumping into hyperspace and re-joined the fleet stationed at Alderaan.

The capital ship launched itself into hyperspace.

“Where to now,” Anaka asked.

“We’ll have to drop you a few systems out, as to not make the Mandalorians thing we’re sending an invasion force to Flashpoint station,” Meetra said, “just get in, get Revan and get out.”

“Where will you go now,” Anaka asked.

“I will go to Serroco to reinforce Admiral Saul Carath,” Meetra answered.

The capital ship exited hyperspace above Corsin.

“You’ll be on your own from now,” Meetra said, “good luck, may the force be with you.”

Anaka nodded as the docking bay to the shuttle shut.

Flashpoint, Meerian Sector, Outer Rim:

Anaka approached the planet. It looked dead.

“Flashpoint is devoid of any life,” C2-Z5 said, “due to its proximity with its star, the stellar radiation makes it impossible for it to sustain life. Many years ago, the Republic would construct Flashpoint Stellar Research Station, using an artificial magnetic field to protect from the radiation. One year ago, the Mandalorians captured it. Their reasoning for capturing it remains unknown.”

 The ship landed and no alarms went off.

“I can only sense a few people,” Anaka said to herself, “should be easy.”

Anaka slipped out of her shuttle.

She came across a Mandalorian guarding an entrance.

Using the force, she moved a rock letting it bang against the building.

The Mandalorian looked, facing away from Anaka.

Anaka used force speed to get to the Mandalorian before igniting her lightsaber through his back before putting it away.

She caught him in her arms, laying him against the wall as to not alert the base.

She entered the research facility.

It was eerily quiet, except for her shallow breathing.

Files on Jedi littered the table she walked past.

She recognised some names; Zayne Carrick, listed as escaped.

She went deeper into the base.

She saw several monitors displaying deceased jedi, with TS and a number displayed on each monitor. TS likely meaning test subject.

It made Anaka sick.

 She came across a door being guarded by two Mandalorians and she could hear a voice from behind the door speaking but she couldn’t hear what it said.

She used the force to pull the unsuspecting Mandalorians to her and impaled them on her lightsaber.

She entered the door.

“Ah, Master Jedi,” the Mandalorian inside said, “what a surprise, I was just about to run some tests on your friend here.”

He gestured onto a surgical table where Revan lay, restrained.

“Let him go,” Anaka said, “let them all go. I know you’re keeping other Jedi here.”

“Most of the other Jedi have proven to be unreliable,” the man said, “but I hope your friend will prove different. If not, I have the younglings taken from your enclave on Dantooine.”

“They will all be returned,” Anaka said forcefully.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, as science had called and the force is very fascinating,” the man said, “but where are my manners. I am Demagol, Mandalore has tasked me to study you jedi and your force. What makes you different and how to best combat it.”

“You cannot combat the force,” Anaka said, “it is above us all.”

“Yes, yes,” Demagol said, “I’ve heard that before. But unfortunately, if you are here to rescue the jedi, I cannot let you.”

He pulled out a blaster and shot at Anaka.

Anaka dived out of the way before using the force to remove Demagol’s mask and then jam all his surgical equipment into his face.

He collapsed, screaming and writhing in pain as blood poured out from his eyes where there were surgical needles sticking out.

She freed Revan before sitting him up.

“Revan,” Anaka said.

“Anaka,” Revan asked groggily, as his eyes adjusted.

“Demagol’s dead,” Anaka said, “I’m here to rescue you.”

“Why though,” Revan asked, “I thought you swore off joining, and I thought Grandmaster Nomi forbid you particularly from joining.”

“I’ll explain later,” Anaka said, “where are the other Jedi?”

“There are none,” Revan said, “Demagol was bluffing, all the other Jedi are dead. The younglings were rescued two weeks ago. Just before I was put here.”

“Let’s get you back to the ship then,” Anaka said.

Anaka pressed a few buttons before transferring data from the computer onto her datapad.

“Looks like Demagol’s research is exclusively on force sensitives,” Anaka said.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” Revan muttered, “can we go? I don’t want to stay here any longer than I must.”

Revan picked up his lightsabers which lay on Demagol’s desk.

They returned to the shuttle where C2-Z5 greeted them.

“Let’s blow this infernal base,” Revan said before they took off.

The shuttles turbolasers tore down the facility as it went up in a ball of fire.

Alderaan, Alderaan Sector, Core Worlds:

“Good to have you back, Revan,” Alek said as they returned to the Alek’s fleet currently stationed above Alderaan.

“Good to see you too, Alek,” Revan said, “where’s Meetra?”

 “She’s returning here soon,” Alek said, “Serroco was lost, according to both her and Admiral Saul Carath, the Mandalorians glassed the planet. They had to retreat.”

“Very well,” Revan said, “Yusanis?”

“Yes, Revan,” Yusanis asked, “shortly after General Surik arrives, we will be moving out. Ready the troops.”

“Understood sir,” Yusanis said.

“Are you sure you won’t stay,” Revan asked.

“There’s a reason I’ve stayed out of the war,” Anaka said, “I wish I could, more than anything be able to fight with you. But Master Nomi has ordered it, I am to remain at the temple even if she doesn’t. You know how boring it is? Being stuck at the temple with Bastila? At least she got transferred to Dantooine a week ago.”

“You will not wait for Meetra to get here,” Revan asked.

“No,” Anaka said, “better let you have your privacy with her. I’ll see you when all this is over, Revan. May the force be with you.”

“And you,” Revan responded.

Jedi Temple, Coruscant, Corusca Sector, Core World:

“Again,” Nomi Sunrider said looking down on her.

Anaka groaned before pulling herself up from the ground.

“Remind me, why are we doing this,” Anaka asked, readying her lightsaber.

“You disobeyed me,” Nomi said simply, “and it was not a little thing, you joined the war. You actively engaged the enemy, you know why I forbid you from doing so.”

“And you returned here immediately,” Anaka muttered bitterly, “to babysit me. Was it not you who said any were free to join without fear of punishment, without fear of exile?”

“Grow up Anaka,” Nomi said.

“Excuse me,” Anaka asked, growing annoyed.

“You heard me,” Nomi said, “you are like a child, running off doing whatever you want. You never stop to think. Ready.”

 “I saved Revan, he was going to be the Mandalorians newest test subject,” Anaka said, “set.”

“You have let your emotions control you,” Nomi said, “Surely this time you can beat this old woman. Go.”

Anaka charged her lightsaber clashing against her opponents.

She swung down but Nomi had already moved.

Nomi swung her lightsaber at Anaka, but Anaka blocked before pushing her back.

Anaka swung up and Nomi blocked.

Anaka swung again and Nomi blocked again.

“Sloppy,” Nomi commented.

Anaka growled before swinging down.

Nomi had already moved and had her lightsaber at Anaka’s neck.

“You have let your emotions unbalance you, Anaka,” Nomi said.

“I thought you said that the Order was wrong to try and eradicate emotions from students,” Anaka muttered.

“They are, the difference is I said to control your emotions, not let them control you,” Nomi said.

“You came all this way just to teach me a lesson,” Anaka asked.

“Yes, this was my last lesson to you Anaka,” Nomi said, “when you understand this, you will be a far greater Jedi Master than anyone on the council.”

3962 BBY

Alderaan, Alderaan Sector, Core Worlds:

“We will hold the line here,” Revan yelled to his troops, “below us lies the beautiful planet of Alderaan, this planet will not burn because we will hold the line here. Do you want to go home to your families? If we don’t win here, there is nothing else. The Mandalorians will devastate the Core and soon Coruscant will fall, we will not let what happened at Myrkr, Eres III and Duro happen here. We will avenge our comrades who fell at Serroco, Onderon and Taris. For the Republic!”

“For the Republic,” the millions upon millions of soldiers chanted.

“Gear up, and get ready,” Revan yelled, “fight for your families. Fight to return to them. And fight for those who couldn’t return to their families.”

“So,” Meetra said, “this is it huh, we lose this we lose the war.”

“We will not lose,” Revan said with so much confidence, she was compelled to believe him.

“We will drive them back to Mandalore,” Revan said, “I will not rest until the Mandalorian people are broken and scattered.”

“And I will be with you until the very end,” Meetra said softly, almost too softly considering what they were speaking about.

“Go get ready,” Revan said, “one way or another, the war will be decided here.”

“Revan, we have a transmission from Grandmaster Nomi Sunrider,” Yusanis said.

“Put her through,” Revan said.

“Hello Revan,” Nomi said.

“Hello Grandmaster,” Revan greeted her, “what can I do for you? I thought you were helping Alek to try and break the Siege at Taris.”

“I was,” Nomi said, “but I also have duties as Grandmaster, I shall return to Taris in 2 days. But that wasn’t why I have called you, I am informing you that Master Vrook Lamar and his apprentice Bastila Shan will be joining your fleet in the battle.”

“This place is about to be a battleground and Vrook wants to bring a padawan who has no field experience,” Revan said.

“Vrook’s hubris is blinding for him,” Nomi sighed, “I tried to convince him to stay put at the Jedi Temple, but he was insistent on showing his padawan the horrors of war and what it does to the most promising Jedi Knights.”

“I hope you at least defended me for that,” Revan joked.

“I told him that accusations on the morality of the war were unnecessary,” Nomi replied, “and I was accused yet again of playing favorites.”

“Back on topic,” Revan said, “It’s not a good idea, but I can just station them on Admiral Dodonna’s flagship.”

“That will not work for them, Revan,” Nomi said, “they have insisted on being stationed with you.”

Revan was about to protest but Nomi cut him off.

“I know you have had your differences with Vrook,” Nomi said, “but try not to take it out on his padawan, she is still a child. Just be civil, remember Vrook may be a Jedi Master, but you hold all the power in this situation as a Republic General.”

“Thank you for the information, Grandmaster,” Revan said, “but I really must be going.”

“Of course, Revan,” Nomi said, “may the force be with you.”

The transmission cut off.

“Yusanis,” Revan said, “we will be having two Jedi from the order join us. They are Master Vrook Lamar and Padawan Bastila Shan, inform the crew of The Malice and the whole of the second and third battalion stationed on it that they are to at no point to listen to the orders of Vrook or Bastila and if the Jedi are giving them trouble to come to me about it.”

 “Very well, let us return to The Malice first,” Yusanis said as they entered the shuttle.

The Malice:

“Move all ships into defensive formation,” Revan said, “and inform General Surik of the Jedi’s arrival on my ship. Let’s go greet them Yusanis.”

They walked off the bridge in silence, with only their footsteps and the occasional trooper who ran past and saluted them.

“Has the crew been informed,” Revan asked.

“Every person on this ship knows to follow your commands and not the Jedi,” Yusanis said, “but if you ask me, they already knew that before you got me to tell them.”

They walked in silence to the hangar where there was now another shuttle.

Revan watched as Vrook and Bastila emerged from the shuttle.

“Vrook,” Revan greeted, “Bastila Shan.”

“That’s Master Lamar to you Revan,” Vrook said cockily.

“That’s General Kallea to you Vrook,” Revan shot back.

 Vrook glared at him, Revan just glared back.

Vrook sighed and relented, “Show us around, General Kallea,”

Vrook sounded like he had a hard time saying that.

“Of course, Master Vrook,” Revan replied sarcastically, “this is my second in command, Yusanis of Echani. If you have any questions and I am unavailable, you may ask Yusanis. If we both are unavailable, your question can wait. I am needed on the bridge, Yusanis will escort the both of you to your rooms.”

“They have the whole planet locked down,” Alek told Revan over commlink, “no one gets in, no one gets out. We’ve been here for nearly a full standard cycle and nothing really has changed.”

“After we drive the Mandalorians back from Alderaan, Meetra, Admiral Dodonna and I will reinforce you,” Revan said, “stop any Mandalorian ships from leaving the sector. Just wait them out, the Mandalorians will starve, and they will grow desperate.”

“So will the people, Revan,” Alek said, “we have Fireteam Noble planet side. They are the only thing keeping this blockade together, disrupting comms, assassinations, destroying or stealing Mandalorian supplies. But they won’t be able to hold out much longer.”

“We will repay their suffering by liberating their planet,” Revan said, “May the force be with you.”

“And you Revan,” Alek said.

“Send a transmission planet side for Senator Organa,” Revan said.

“As you wish,” Yusanis said.

“Master Jedi,” the senator said, “what can I do for you?”

“I’m sure General Surik has informed you of your role,” Revan asked.

“Activate the planetary defences,” Senator Organa said, “and protect my people. I will do anything for my people.”

“Good,” Revan said, “the Sixth army is stationed planet side, they will help with the defence of Alderaan. Jedi Knight Talon Rayth is also stationed planet side as your bodyguard. Your planet will not fall, I promise you that senator.”

“Yusanis,” Revan said, “what is the status of the Jedi aboard?”

“They have been shown their rooms and informed that an attack is coming,” Yusanis said, “they have also been made aware where the training grounds are if they wish to train.”

“Good,” Revan said, “have food brought to their rooms.”

“Very well,” Yusanis said before walking out of the bridge.

Revan stared out into space.

This war had already taken much, he would end it here.

He had to, before he lost himself.

The bridge was nearly empty, most people asleep or preparing for the inevitable battle.

“I wish you were here,” Revan said to himself, “but I fight for your memory, the Mandalorians took you from me and I will destroy them for it.”

“The dark side is a dangerous path,” a voice said.

Revan turned and found nothing, but a presence filled the bridge.

A familiar presence.

“Mother,” Revan choked on his words.

“I am sorry for my absence,” Revan’s mother said, “but nothing can be done about that now.”

“Why are you here,” Revan asked.

“To warn you,” Revan’s mother said, “this war will take much from you and those around you. The force is clouded, do not let it blind you. You may walk the line between light and dark, but don’t let it consume you.”

“The Jedi of old were foolish to banish the original Sith,” Revan said, “the dark side isn’t inherently bad. The Dark side can be used for great things just as the Light side can be used for terrible things.”

“Those who think they can control their inner darkness are always consumed by it,” Revan’s mother warned, “but the Mandalorians are not your true enemy.”

“They killed you, they killed father,” Revan yelled.

“I knew what I was doing when I hunted down and killed Mandalore the Indominable. I knew they would come for me,” Revan’s mother said, “heed my words, in time you will see.”

Revan’s mother's presence vanished.

“There is no emotion, there is peace,” Vrook said, “you must keep this in mind.”

“Yes, Master Vrook,” Bastila said.

“Is there something on your mind, apprentice,” Vrook asked.

“Yes,” Bastila admitted, “I know you and Revan don’t get along, but you are both Jedi. I thought that you adhere to the code?”

“Revan Kallea is a great Jedi,” Vrook admitted, “a prodigy that the Order has never seen and perhaps will ever see. Only matched by Jedi Knight Skywalker and General Surik. But he does not follow the code, none of them do. That is not the worst of it. His two most influential masters on his were former Master Arren Kae and Grandmaster Nomi Sunrider. Arren Kae taught Revan the way of the Dark side and the Sith before she was banished and Grandmaster Sunrider let Revan ignore the code at a whim, she let him do what he pleased, she let him disregard Jedi traditions.”

“I thought she was the Grandmaster,” Bastila questioned, “why would she let him ignore the code?”

“The Grandmaster does not always adhere to the code, apprentice,” Vrook said, “the proof of this also sits on the council in Master Vima Sunrider. But Arren Kae’s assessment that when she met Revan, it was like staring into the heart of the force was correct. Everyone on the council felt how powerful he was in the force, no one denied it. But that also makes him dangerous.”

“How so,” Bastila asked.

“Revan has formed attachments to those around him,” Vrook said, “he is involved in an extremely powerful force bond with Jedi Knight Meetra Surik, but his attachments to her, and to his friends Jedi Knight Anaka Skywalker and Republic General Alek make him susceptible to the Dark side. This war has clouded the force, much is unknown to us. I must meditate on this, remain here and work on your battle meditation.”

Bastila walked back to the training grounds and discovered it was now occupied by someone else.

As Revan trained, he was awe inspiring.

He moved with such grace, his technique flawless.

He easily dispatched the training droids. His blue and purple lightsabers contrasting against his bare skin.

That’s when Bastila noticed that he was naked from the waist up.

His black armour and mask lay on the floor nearby.

“Meetra,” Revan said into his commlink, “see if you can find out what’s going on. We’ve been stationed above Alderaan for nearly a week and nothing. We would know if they attacked somewhere else. The only news is that the Mandalorians still remain on Taris.”

Revan put away his commlink before wiping the sweat from his forehead, brushing his black hair out of his face.

“Padawan Bastila Shan,” Revan greeted, not even turned to look at her, “what can I do for you?” “

Um… I was training,” Bastila said, “I went to get something from my room, I spoke to your second in command, Yusanis and now you’re here.”

“With the Mandalorians still not attacking, I have resorted to training,” Revan said, “I was never that good at listening to the force, not like Mee and especially not like An.”

“Mee… An,” Bastila said confused.

“Meetra Surik and Anaka Skywalker,” Revan said, “nicknames.”

“Nicknames,” Bastila repeated, “why not just call them by their actual names?”

 “Because we’re friends,” Revan said, “and that’s what we’ve called each other since we were younglings at the Temple. Mee, An, Al and Rev.”

“Friends,” Bastila said, “what’s it like to have a friend?”

“You always know you can always rely on them no matter what,” Revan said, “they will be there for you no matter what. Don’t tell me you’ve never had a friend?”

“Attachments are forbidden,” Bastila said, “I grew up on Dantooine as a youngling, the masters kept me isolated there. I never really interacted with the other younglings at the enclave. They told me I was special, that my battle mediation made me special. Told me I was destined for great things.”

“We all have a destiny,” Revan said, “yours is unknown, but you will find it.”

“Launch the fighters,” Revan commanded, “the Mandalorians are here.”

Revan watched out the window as Mandalorian ships flooded the area.

“Yusanis, order senator Organa to raise the planetary shields if he hasn’t already,” Revan commanded.

Revan watched as Republic ships poured out and engaged the Mandalorian ones.

“General Surik,” Revan said into the commlink, “stay in position.”

“Yes, yes,” Meetra replied, “I know Revan.”

Revan watched the battle rage on, the sky burned.

Mandalorian and Republic ships alike.

But the Mandalorians were making ground.

Revan was shaken out of his thoughts when one of the capital ships exploded.

“Mee,” Revan yelled into his commlink, “are you ok?”

“I’m fine,” Meetra said, “that was Captain Chabis’ cruiser.”

“Yes,” Revan said, “they’re advancing, we need to do something.”

“I’m calling Al to tell him to abandon Taris,” Meetra said, “we need his fleet here. You said yourself; the war will be decided here.”

“Wait,” Revan said, “I have another idea, just hold on.”

“Lieutenant Yusanis,” Revan said, “get me Bastila and just Bastila.”

“Yes, General Revan,” Yusanis said before running off.

“Let’s see how powerful your battle meditation is, Bastila,” Revan muttered to himself.

“Revan,” Meetra said into her commlink, “what are you doing? We’re taking too many casualties; we need to call Alek.”

“They are casualties of war,” Revan said, “wait, just trust me. I have it under control.”

“General,” Yusanis greeted, “Jedi Master Vrook insisted that he come to the bridge with his Padawan.”

“Not a word Vrook,” Revan said, “I’m the General, and there is a battle I need to command. You may remain on the bridge, but you will not protest at anything anyone here does or says or you will be removed.”

 Vrook said nothing.

 “Padawan Bastila,” Revan said, “I need to know how powerful you think your battle mediation is?”

“Um…,” Bastila said, “I’m not sure, I’ve never tried it with large groups.”

“Well, you’re about to get some field experience with it,” Revan said, “do you think you can project it to the whole Republic army.”

“I can try,” Bastila said, “but I’ve only ever done it with a few people at a time, much less millions.”

Vrook began to protest.

“Shut up Vrook,” Revan said, “Yusanis, have him removed.”

 Vrook left the bridge in a huff.

“Revan,” Meetra yelled into the commlink, “whatever you are doing, hurry up. We’ve lost another flagship and the Mandalorian fighters have breached the planetary shields. Alderaan is in danger.”

“I’m working on it,” Revan said back, “just hold on.”

Revan could feel Meetra’s anger, at him no doubt.

But more than that, she worried for him and for everyone in the battle.

He felt her heartbeat, in sync with his.

 “It’s now or never Bastila,” Revan said, “I need your help.”

“Ok,” Bastila said, “I’ll try.”

Bastila began to meditate.

It was like a switch was flicked.

Suddenly, the Republic began pushing back the Mandalorians.

Then a Mandalorian capital ship was destroyed.

“I don’t know what you did Revan,” Meetra said, “but I could kiss you. We’re pushing them back.”

“The battles not over,” Revan said, “we need to see this through.”

Revan watched as the Republic steamrolled through the Mandalorian fighters.

Compared to how much they were struggling before; it was like night and day.

“General Revan,” Senator Organa’s voice played on a transmission, “the Mandalorians ships have all been pushed off Alderaan, the ships stationed there are joining the battle.”

“Thank you, Senator,” Revan said.

Just as Senator Organa said, tens of thousands more Republic fighters poured out into the battle.

“They’re retreating,” Yusanis yelled.

“Onwards,” Revan yelled as the Republic capital ships pushed forwards.

Another Mandalorian capital ship exploded.

The remaining Mandalorian forces managed to escape, disappearing into hyperspace.

“Sir, they escaped,” Yusanis said.

“Yes,” Revan said, “but they will not return to Alderaan. Now we move to liberate Taris. Order the fleet to return to The Malice.”

“Yes General,” Yusanis said.

“Meetra, Admiral Dodonna,” Revan said into his commlink, “recall your fleets, we must go reinforce Alek at Taris. Soon we will be in the Mandalorian heartlands.”

“Yes General,” Admiral Dodonna said.

“Are you sure it is wise to move straight for Taris,” Meetra questioned, “we should give the fleet time to recover.”

“We will recover after Taris is liberated,” Revan said, “we will repair the fleet when we move on Mandalore.”

“Very well,” Meetra said, “I’ll see you above Taris.”

“Alek,” Revan said into his commlink, “Admiral Dodonna, General Surik and I have successfully defended Alderaan,” Revan said, “we move to reinforce you so that we can take Taris.”

“Very well,” Alek said, “I shall await your arrival before attacking.”

“Bastila,” Revan said, “are you ok?”

She was on the ground breathing very heavily.

“I didn’t think I could do that,” Bastila muttered, “but we won right? I was glad to be able to help you, Revan.”

“Yes, we won,” Revan said, “but you will return to Coruscant with Vrook.”

“I will go with my master when he departs,” Bastila said pulling herself off the ground.

“Well,” Revan said, “see you around kid.”

He hugged her before she left the bridge.

Revan watched as her shuttle disappeared into hyperspace.

“Chart a course for Taris,” Revan said.

The Malice disappeared into hyperspace.

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3961 BBY

Taris, Ojoster Sector, Outer Rim:

“It’s been months sir,” Yusanis said, “are you sure it was wise to come straight to Taris? The Mandalorians have shown no sign of surrender, and the people starve. We must do something soon.”

“The Mandalorians we have under siege are led by Canderous Ordo according to Alek,” Revan said calmly, “Mandalore is not here, and the Senate has just been made aware of the war crimes committed by Cassus Fett at Jaga’s Cluster. He will not risk capture by coming here. Mandalore’s fleet was all but obliterated above Alderaan. They will rebuild in preparation of an inevitable Republic incursion into Mandalorian space.”

Revan stared out at Taris below him, he could see the destruction the Mandalorian invasion had brought the planet.

“The Mandalorian people view failure harshly,” Revan continued, “Ordo will not surrender, he would be disgraced and shunned by his people. The Mandalorians want conflict, and we shall give them conflict.”

“We’ve been stationed here for over a year General,” a trooper said, “just waiting. It’s been months since the last attack.”

“I know Colonel Corwes,” Alek said, “Taris is important, at least according to Supreme Commander Revan.”

“That’s new,” Colonel Corwes said, “didn’t know the General was promoted.”

“Supreme Chancellor Tol Cressa promoted him after a nearly unanimous decision after Alderaan,” Alek said, “we once began with just a leader and a purpose, now it is so much more.”

Alek gazed out, looking down at the suffering people of Taris.

A necessary sacrifice for the greater good.

“General,” Corwes asked, “do you think the war will be over soon?”

“I am not sure,” Alek admitted, “we are yet to even attempt to venture into Mandalorian space, we do not know what resistance waits for us there. They already had turned Mandalore into a fortress during the Great Sith Wars, Concordia is the same. They are likely doing the same to planets like Gargon, Concord Dawn, Krownest and Ordo. We expect to find extremely heavy resistance, but that is irrelevant right now. We have a duty to the people of Taris, and they are our focus.”

Meetra closed her eyes as she felt everyone.

She could feel Revan, louder than everyone, as usual.

She felt Alek, she felt Admiral Dodonna and Admiral Saul Carath.

She felt the people below her, on Taris.

She felt them suffering, starving, dying.

They had to do something soon, but Revan had forbidden them from attacking first.

The slaughter they had inflicted on Alderaan had crippled the Mandalorian fleet, Revan had claimed that they would not come for Taris.

So, they waited above the planet.

Waited for the Mandalorians to strike first, after all the Republic could sustain as long as they needed to.

Yes, Onderon and Taris suffered.

But everyone suffered in war, Revan had claimed.

The queen had made it off Onderon, that’s what mattered Revan had said.

Even after he had gotten captured.

Meetra frowned.

Revan’s ideology was starting to sound increasingly Sith.

This war had taken so much from the Galaxy.

She swore it would not take Revan. 

Jedi Temple, Coruscant, Corusca Sector, Core Worlds:

As usual, Anaka’s research had distracted her.

Although, her research was not nearly as controversial in the eyes of much of the council compared to what she researched as a padawan.

Compared to studying the old Sith, Sith Pureblood culture, Sith beliefs and prominent Sith lords.

Her research had taken her from King Adas when the Sith were just a species, to Naga Sadow and the death of the old Sith Empire.

And in between she had studied the fallen Jedi Exar Kun, Freedon Nadd and the original 12 Sith Lords and studied how and what made them turn and swore she would never end up like them.

But she could also learn much from them.

As could knowledge be taken from the True Sith Lords.

She learned how the ancient Sith thought from Marka Ragnos, believing them to be superior in every way to the Jedi, believing that they controlled the force and not the other way around, a foolish notion in Anaka’s eyes.

She learned the nature of the ancient Sith from Ludo Kressh, and how when push came to shove, the Sith only had themselves and that was all they would ever have, the Sith would destroy themselves before the Jedi ever could, after all, it was Ludo Kressh who had crippled the Sith fleet of Naga Sadow when they returned to Korriban, ultimately leading to the destruction of the old Sith Empire.  

From studying and learning from Tulak Hord, she gained a much greater proficiency in lightsaber combat, and it helped that, like her, Tulak Hord was a master in form II, Makashi.

But she also studied much of the other forms of lightsaber combat from him.

She suspected Revan had as well, as shown by his proficiency with a lightsaber.

After all they were all but condemned by most on the council.

According to most on the council, namely Atris and Vrook, why should they let a child onto the council.

She couldn’t care less.

If Grandmaster Sunrider asked her to be on the council, she would accept but she would not ask to be placed on the council or ask to be made a Master.

Even when they were Padawans still at the Temple, most of the masters seemed to hate Anaka, Revan, Alek and Meetra for what they represented and for it, they socially outcasted all of them.

It was not their fault that they happened to all be some of the best duellists the order had ever seen, they were all the best at what they did.

Which is why when Anaka, Alek and Revan all took to more aggressive styles of lightsaber combat, they feared them.

But because of her master, Anaka had all but free reign of the temple.

Which lead her here, where she now studied ancient force users.

When the Jedi were the Je'daii Order.

“Hold the line,” Revan yelled, “don’t let them through.”

Below, the battle had just begun.

The Mandalorians had grown desperate and tired of waiting.

Canderous Ordo must have grown tired of waiting, and in moments all the remaining Mandalorian ships had attacked.

But they were outnumbered 5 to 1.

Revan cared not about casualties of troopers; sure he wouldn’t needlessly let millions of men die.

But this wasn’t needlessly.

Revan understood war; he understood war the same way the Mandalorians did.

And he was willing to let a thousand Republic troopers die if it meant he would kill a hundred Mandalorian soldiers.

The Dark side had consumed all involved in this brutal war, but Revan embraced it.

Embraced the darkness.

‘Strike them down. Make them pay,’ it whispered in his ear

“Sir,” Yusanis said, “the planetary shield has been destroyed by Fireteam Noble. Would you like me to begin an orbital bombardment?”

“No,” Revan said, “the enemy will not go down easily, an orbital bombardment will not accomplish much except for destroying much more infrastructure and killing needless lives. Target the Mandalorian ships, force them to land.”

“As you wish sir,” Yusanis said, “Fire!”

Revan watched as many of the ships were destroyed, Republic and Mandalorian.

Most of the Republic ships got out of the way, while the Mandalorians retreated into planets city.

“Yusanis,” Revan said, “keep the ship in orbit, don’t let any Mandalorians escape. I will go down there myself.”

Alek watched on as the turbolasers tore the ships in the battle below to shreds.

The Mandalorians retreated towards the city on Taris’ surface.

“Launch the gunships,” Alek ordered, “land troops in the city.”

Alek watched on as the gunships descended towards the surface.

The Mandalorians were all but broken, now was time for the final blow.

“Alek,” Revan’s voice played on the commlink, “I’m a part of the invasion force, Meetra, and the Admirals will hold the line.”

“Understood,” Alek said, “I’ll be down shortly.”

Alek watched as the first wave of Republic soldiers landed and engaged the Mandalorians who were still in the upper city.

The superior Republic numbers destroyed them.

“Sir,” Captain Onasi said, “your shuttle is ready for your departure.”

“Keep us above orbit,” Alek ordered, “and shoot any Mandalorian ship trying to escape off world.”

“Yes General,” Onasi replied.

“General Surik,” Yusanis’ voice came onto her commlink.

“Yes, Lieutenant Yusanis,” Meetra replied.

“Supreme Commander Revan and General Alek have joined the invasion force,” Yusanis reported, “he wants the ships to remain where they are.”

Meetra thought for a moment, “Launch all remaining troops,” Meetra ordered.

“Yes General,” Yusanis said.

Meetra watched as thousands more ships poured onto the surface of Taris.

The sky below her was covered in republic fighters and republic gunships.

After today, the Mandalorians would have no presence on Taris.

The Mandalorians would pay for what they had done and soon the galaxy would be liberated of their filth.

Meetra froze.

What had happened to her.

‘The galaxy would be liberated of their filth,’ she scolded herself.

“All beings deserve life,” Meetra reminded herself.

When had she started to think like that?

Like… Revan.

She had started to sound like Revan.

“Alek,” Revan yelled into his commlink over the explosions and blaster fire, “take your troops and move towards the Jedi Tower. I’ll take my troops to chase the Mandalorians to the lower city.”

“Understood,” Alek replied, “good luck.”

Revan moved to where his troops were pushing towards.

 “Mandalorians, fall back,” Revan heard a voice yell.

“Don’t let them escape,” Revan yelled.

More explosions rippled through the area.

“Follow them down,” Revan yelled.

When Revan came into the middle city, he came witness to a bit of a chaotic situation.

The first wave of republic troops had followed the Mandalorians down immediately and now they fought against both the Mandalorians and the Exchange, an intergalactic criminal organisation, like the Hutts.

“Hold the line,” Revan yelled force pushing some Mandalorians back before into the fray.

All he saw was fury, fury for what the Mandalorians had done to the galaxy, fury for what they had taken from him, and it was being unleashed against them.

10, 100, 1000. More kept coming and more fell to Revan’s blade.

He force pulled several Mandalorians to him before throwing them back at their fellow Mandalorians.

A rocket whizzed past him at it hit several Mandalorians, scattering them.

“They’re retreating,” a Republic soldier yelled from behind him.

The Republic troops surged forwards as the Mandalorians and Exchange thugs scurried to escape to the lower city.

“Captain,” Revan said to the Republic captain with him, “secure the middle city, I will chase the remaining Mandalorians to the lower city.”

Meetra watched as what few ships the Mandalorians had left were being obliterated in front of her eyes.

Many had tried to run and failed.

“Prepare orbital cannons,” Meetra ordered, “but don’t fire yet.”

She felt force energy dissipate as they were destroyed.

She shut out the voices as they screamed in agony.

They had waited, but now all that was left of the Mandalorians on Taris were but a few thousands left after millions had already perished.

Left to rot by Mandalore and Cassus Fett.

For how they believed so much in a culture, an order, yet that something had abandoned them when they needed it.

Dedicating your life to something just for them to toss you aside like you’re nothing.

She pitied them.

She watched as a single ship streaked past, in between Admiral Dodonna’s and Admiral Cararth’s flagships, before disappearing into hyperspace.

Someone had escaped.

“Attack,” Alek yelled.

Explosions burned around him as his men charged forwards.

Alek could now see what was left of the Jedi Tower, broken, scarred, tainted by the Mandalorians.

Alek pushed forwards.

He lost count of how many he had cut down.

It had become a blur, the slaughter.

 He had become numb to it, the loss of life deemed necessary.

Alek force pushed part of a wall at some Mandalorians who were crushed under it.

His men pushed on, Alek leading them.

They were at the base of the tower now.

Alek had a choice to make.

The jedi tower was now useless, it no longer served a purpose.

Using the force, Alek collapsed the tower, crushing the remaining Mandalorians inside.

He heard their screams, as their breath was taken from them.

He revelled in their suffering.

A single Mandalorian crawled out.

Alek walked to him, picking him up by the hand.

“Where is your leader,” Alek asked.

“You mean Mandalore the Ultimate,” the Mandalorian replied sarcastically, “probably on Mandalore, are all Jedi this slow?”

“You are making an awful lot of noise,” Alek replied, “but that’s not who I meant, where is Canderous Ordo.”

 “Even if I knew,” the Mandalorian panted, “I’d never tell you, what are you gonna do? You Jedi are all the same, you won’t kill an unarmed prisoner.”

“You are right to assume I will not kill you now,” Alek said, “you are wrong to assume that I have such weaknesses such as not killing unarmed foes, after all who’s to say you won’t run off and just rejoin the other Mandalorians. Now speak.”

“You don’t scare me, Jedi,” the Mandalorian spat.

“No,” Alek questioned, Alek dropped the Mandalorian to his knees before ripping the Mandalorians helmet off and getting eye to eye with the Mandalorian.

Alek’s eyes shone gold.

Sith eyes bore into the Mandalorians green.

The Mandalorian lurched forwards trying to headbutt Alek.

The Mandalorian was frozen in the spot.

“W-what have you done to me,” the Mandalorian cried out, fear laced in his voice.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Alek spoke with resolve, his hand gripping the back of the Mandalorians head, his thumb hovering over the Mandalorians right eye, “I am going to ask you some questions, and if you don’t give me the right answer…”

Alek gestured at where his thumb hovered over the Mandalorians eye.

“Where is Canderous Ordo,” Alek asked.

“Jedi dog,” the Mandalorian spat.

“Wrong answer,” Alek said before pressing his thumb down firmly.

The Mandalorian screamed in pain, writhing in the spot. Only kept in place by Alek

“Are you going to speak,” Alek asked.

The Mandalorian said nothing but spat on him.

Alek increased the pressure, feeling the Mandalorians eye crush beneath the weight of his thumb.

The Mandalorian cried in pain clutching at his bleeding eye socket.

“Would you like to try again,” Alek asked.

The lower city was a mess of filth and scum.

The exchange ran this part of Taris, and with them allying with the Mandalorians it would be beneficial to depose of them.

“Keep marching forwards,” Revan ordered, “I will watch our flank.”

It was quiet, too quiet.

Explosions rippled through the floor, and Mandalorian and Exchange thugs charged.

Revan was going to go join the front lines but suddenly, more Mandalorians and Exchange thugs came out in front of him.

“For Mandalore,” one Mandalorian yelled before charging.

Revan force pushed him through a wall.

There was a reason they called him Revan the Butcher and he would show them.

Now mostly separated from his men, he dispatched the Mandalorians, while the Exchange thugs ran off.

Revan gave pursuit, finding himself in the heart of the Exchange base.

Finding it mostly abandoned, Revan force pulled several of the remaining thugs that had run here.

He flung them away, watching them hit a nearby wall.

Revan glanced over, in a cage there was a Cathar girl.

Revan approached her.

“Hello,” Revan greeted, “what’s your name, I’m here to help.”

“I-I’m Juhani,” Juhani said.

“Stand back Juhani,” Revan said, reigniting his lightsaber before cutting a hole in the bars holding the Cathar.

“T-thank you sir,” Juhani said, “are you a Jedi?”

“Yea,” Revan replied, “we’re here to liberate Taris. Perhaps try to get to the upper levels, there still may be fighting on this part of the city.”

“Revan,” Alek said into commlink.

“Yes,” Revan replied.

“Canderous Ordo escaped,” Alek said, “the Jedi tower was destroyed in the battle, but the upper and middle city are secure.”

“Very good,” Revan said, “we have the Mandalorians and the Exchange on the run down here, it will not be long before Taris is liberated.”

Jedi Temple, Coruscant, Corusca Sector, Core Worlds:

“You’re all back,” Anaka asked.

“Yea,” Revan said, “Taris was liberated, all the Mandalorians there were all but destroyed.”

“We thought we’d visit,” Meetra continued, “after Taris, the wars come to a standstill. Admiral Dodonna is still stationed at Tairs, just in case a retaliatory force is sent there. Admiral Carath is keeping an eye on activity on Onderon.”

 “Our damaged fleets are being repaired,” Alek finished, “Revan and I have business on Dantooine tomorrow, but Meetra will be here until we need to return to war.”

“What are you doing on Dantooine,” Anaka asked.

“Recruiting,” Revan replied simply.

“Ahh,” was Anaka’s reply, it all made sense.

“You’re here to recruit me,” Anaka said, “you don’t have to lie to me, but I will not spare your feelings in the fact that I’ve already been forbidden from joining your war.”

“One stronghold remains that is outside of Mandalorian space,” Revan said, “Onderon and Dxun. We need your help; Alek and I attack Mandalorian space. With Taris being recaptured, the heart of Mandalorian space is exposed. Alek and I captured Concord Dawn, a strategical planet of the Mandalorians before moving inwards towards Mandalore. After you and Meetra capture Onderon, you can return to the temple while Meetra will approach from Taris.”

“We just ask for your help for one battle,” Meetra said.

“I will consider it,” Anaka relented, “it is smart, to attack Onderon while also attacking Mandalorian space.”

“I am surprised to see you have all returned,” Grandmaster Sunrider’s voice said.

“Master,” Revan greeted.

“Grandmaster Nomi,” Meetra said.

“Grandmaster Sunrider,” Alek replied.

“It is good to see all of you,” Nomi said, “but why are you here? Is there not a war going on?”

“The war has slowed down,” Revan said, “our fleets are being repaired, we thought we’d drop by. Alek and I leave tomorrow for Dantooine, but Meetra will be here until our fleets are repaired.”

“I’m sorry to interrupt, Master Skywalker, Grandmaster Sunrider,” a familiar voice said, “but the council has requested both of your presences at the meeting occurring.”

“Of course, Padawan Shan,” Nomi said, “we’ll be right there. Do try not to be too late, Anaka. It was good to see you all again.”

 The Grandmaster walked off.

“Master,” Meetra teased, “when did that happen?”

“Yesterday,” Anaka muttered, “not that I had much of a choice, Grandmaster Sunrider insisted, refusing to take no for an answer.”

“Well, ‘Master’,” Revan said, “you may outrank us, but you’re still a little kid.”

“I’m not even a year younger that you Revan,” Anaka laughed.

“Master Anaka,” Bastila said again, insistently.

“Oh my force,” Anaka snapped, “you are dismissed, I know where to find the Council chambers. I do not need you to take me there.”

Bastila looked like she wanted to say more but wisely chose to leave.

“But she was right,” Anaka sighed, “the council will not be happy if I’m too late, I’ll catch up with the three of you later. Do try not get into too much trouble.”

“Council in session,” Grandmaster Nomi said.

There was a pause, before Vrook began speaking.

“We are gathered here to discuss the ongoing war,” Vrook said.

“We have discussed this before and in depth,” Nomi said, “regardless of what you and members of this council think, the Mandalorians remain a danger that the Revanchist are dealing with. Without Revan’s aid, the Republic would have crumbled by now.”

“We have been dragged into this conflict that has clouded the force,” Atris spoke, “I believe that any who followed Revan, Alek and Meetra to war should be exiled.”

“We would be exiling majority of the Jedi Knights then,” Master Vandar replied, “and half of this council. Exiling them is not an option if we wish to preserve the order.”

“What do you think Master Skywalker,” Zhar asked, “you have witnessed the brutality of war from the frontlines but have also been one of the few Jedi to not go to war. Would you not wish to join your friends on the frontlines?”

“The war has killed many,” Anaka agreed, “but it is necessary. If we did nothing, the people would have lost faith in us. To them it would look like we were leaving them to die. I would also advise against exiling the Revanchist following, the court of public opinion is firmly with them. If we were to exile them, the Jedi would look like the villains, exiling the heroes of the war.”

“It sounds like you are trying to protect them,” Atris accused, “you are friends with the leaders of the Revanchist movement, Jedi Knight Revan, Jedi Knight Alek and Jedi Knight Meetra.”

“Call it whatever you want Atris,” Anaka snapped, “the people would turn on us if we were to exile Revan.”

 “Keep your accusations to yourself Atris,” Vima said, “what would you suggest us do, Master Skywalker?”

“They are still Jedi,” Anaka said, “they should be able to return as such. But the war is not over, and we do not know how it will end. Do not be hasty in such decisions.”  

“So,” Anaka said, “what are you doing on Dantooine, other than recruiting?”

“Just recruiting, Anaka,” Revan said, “there’s nothing else, no greater purpose, no greater plot.”

“Nothing is that simple with you Revan,” Anaka said, “what are you planning?”

“Is it not that hard to believe that for once I am doing exactly what I said I am doing,” Revan asked, “is it that hard to believe that everything I do isn’t some nefarious scheme.”

Anaka narrowed her eyes but stayed silent.

“What was the council meeting about,” Meetra interrupted, clearly wanting to change the subject.

“The war,” Anaka sighed, “there is still infighting within the council about the war. Vrook and Atris are the most vocal anti-war sentiments. Obviously, war is bad, we understand that, but them and some others don’t seem to get that war is somewhat necessary.”

 Revan, Alek and Meetra were silent as she spoke.

“The masters who have joined the war believe the war is somewhat justified,” Anaka continued, “although, much of the council has mostly returned to Coruscant or Dantooine. Master Jaina fights, but she believes you to be wrong in the way you wage this war. Letting lives die when you should try to save everyone.”

“It will save even more lives if we end the war faster,” Revan countered, “sacrifices have to be made.”

“She is staunch in her beliefs,” Anaka sighed, “Grandmaster Nomi has returned to the temple as she doesn’t believe that you need her assistance any longer and her time is better served at the temple. Master Vima is the same. To be honest, most of the council believes the war needs to end and supports you, even if it is support from a distance. It is only Master Vrook, Master Jaina and Atris who oppose you.”

“That is most surprising,” Alek said.

“I suppose,” Anaka agreed, “just end it soon, Atris, Vrook and Jaina grow more and more vocal with their opposition.”

Jedi Enclave, Dantooine, Raiballo Sector, Outer Rim:

“It’s been a while since we’ve been here Alek,” Revan said, “but Dantooine hasn’t changed.”

“What are we really doing here Revan,” Alek asked, “Anaka was right when you said we weren’t just recruiting.”

“There were whispers from Jedi of the enclave that locals found ancient ruins nearby from the enclave,” Revan admitted, “I wish to explore them, find out what lies within.”

 They walked out of their shuttle to find Master Vandar waiting for them.

“Welcome back to the Dantooine Enclave, Jedi Knight Revan, Jedi Knight Alek,” Master Vandar greeted, “I understood you were on Coruscant yesterday, perhaps you spoke to Anaka after the council meeting.”

“We did Master Vandar,” Revan said, “Meetra is still at the temple with her, but we wished to visit Dantooine. Meetra is not fond of Dantooine, after the council forced her here.”

“I imagine she wouldn’t be,” Vandar agreed, “if you wish to recruit, you will find many in our ranks who are eager to hear the famous leader of the Revanchist speak.”

Vandar began to walk, and Revan and Alek followed him further into the enclave where they found many Jedi padawans and Jedi Knights waiting.

“I present to you, Jedi Knight Revan,” Vandar said, “leader of the Revanchist.”

Many cheered for him as he stepped forwards.

“My brothers, my sisters, the great gift of your applause is not for me, no. It is for yourselves,” Revan greeted, “I come before you, not as leader of a greater cause but simply as I once was, Revan Kallea. And I am here, not to force you to join me, but to inform you. The true enemy is out there.”

Revan pointed out to the sky.

“The Mandalorians, if they had their way, will destroy the order,” Revan yelled, “they will destroy the Republic, they will subjugate the people of our galaxy. We will not let them get away with the slaughter they have inflicted, we will not let them walk free of their crimes. Who’s with me?”

Revan ignited his purple lightsaber over his head.

The crowd of Jedi had grown, but the cheers grew louder and louder, spreading throughout the enclave.

“Revan, Revan, Revan,” the crowd of Jedi cheered.

“Join us brothers and sisters,” Revan yelled, “with your help, Mandalore will fall, and the galaxy will know peace once again.”

 The cheers got even louder, with the crowd of Jedi chanting his name.

“Revan,” they cheered, “Revan, Revan, Revan.”

The Bloody Sword, Hydian Way, Hyperspace:

Hyperspace swirled around them as they headed east of the Galactic centre.

 “Those ruins,” Alek said, “they were the ruins of an ancient empire.”

“Yes,” Revan agreed, “the Infinite Empire, an entity that was destroyed long ago. Well before the time of the Old Sith Empire. I believe what we found was a map, it named other planets as well. Tatooine, Kashyyyk, Manaan and Korriban. If we include Dantooine in this, we can assume that the Infinite Empire ruled much of the Outer Rim.”

“Those ruins though,” Alek said, “it was tainted by the Dark side, stronger than the one site of the massacred Cathar people.”

 “Yes,” Revan agreed, “I have not felt anything like it. But we cannot speak of this to anyone, not Anaka, not Meetra, especially not the council.”

“Agreed,” Alek agreed, “but where to now?”

“I found an ancient battleground,” Revan said, “one that the Mandalorians fear, but since we are coming out here, I thought we could stop off at the Sith home world, Korriban. The star map we found spoke of Korriban.”

Valley of the Dark Lords, Korriban, Sith Worlds, Outer Rim:

“This planet screams of war and death,” Revan said, “the Dark side here is the strongest I’ve ever felt.”

“Perhaps we should leave before it corrupts us,” Alek asked.

“This war has already destroyed us,” Revan said, “we have a mission here, learn unknown information on the Ancient Sith and find the star map located here.”

They walked on the scarred surface, Korriban nothing more than a desolate wasteland of sand, rock and ruins.

Revan read some writing on a tomb wall, written in the Ancient Sith dialect.

“Dark Lord Naga Sadow,” Revan read.

“How did you read that,” Alek asked.

“I have done much study on the Ancient Sith,” Revan said.

They entered the tomb.

Malachor V, Chorlin Sector, Outer Rim:

“This is the planet I was talking about that the Mandalorians fear,” Revan said, “there is an Ancient Sith academy on the surface, it would be beneficial for us to study from it.”

“Are you sure that is wise Revan,” Alek asked, “from this, studying Sith techniques on an Ancient Sith world, there would be no return for us.”

“There was no return a long time ago,” Revan said.

They entered orbit.

“I believe this planet could serve as a place to destroy the Mandalorians,” Revan said, “lay bait that they cannot resist. I have hired an iridonian to make us a weapon, it is here that we will end the war and break the Mandalorians.”

Jedi Temple, Coruscant, Corusca Sector, Core Worlds:

“It’s been 6 months,” Meetra yelled, “where have the two of you been, the fleet has been ready for over a month, but we had to wait for the two of you to return from wherever you disappeared off to after Dantooine. Republic scanners picked up your shuttle near Korriban of all places, what in the force were you doing on Korriban of all places. I felt you, remember. Or have you forgotten, I felt an overwhelming darkness, then nothing. I thought you had died, I-I thought you were gone.”

Meetra felt a tear roll down her cheek.

“Leave us,” Revan whispered to Alek.

“Can we speak about this in private, Mee,” Revan asked quietly, “there are eyes watching.”

Meetra let Revan lead her away.

“Look at me,” Meetra spoke quietly, “please take the mask off.”

Revan did nothing, but did not stop Meetra from removing the mask and dropping it to the floor.

Deep brown met bright blue.

Revan’s face was as it had been before the war, the mask he wore protecting it.

 Both had seen much, too much for how little they had lived.

The pain in both their eyes unmistakable, the scars of war had not escaped either of them.

Meetra’s face hardened.

“What happened to you,” Meetra said.

“The war has changed me,” Revan replied coldly, “it has changed everyone.”

“Don’t you think I know that” Meetra snapped, “I can feel everyone.”

“Then you should know better than anyone,” Revan said.

Meetra glared at him.

“I don’t recognise myself,” Meetra said, “the war has destroyed me.”

“Are you that ignorant that you wish to stay the same forever,” Revan asked.

“You are twisting my words,” Meetra said, “we were taught that all life is sacred, yet we have become the same as our enemy. You are no better than the Mandalorians you so vehemently oppose.”

“How dare you,” Revan yelled, “I am nothing like those savages, you were there at Cathar, you were at Serroco. You saw what they did.”

“I saw what Mandalore the Ultimate and Cassus Fett did,” Meetra countered, “many of the Mandalorians have done terrible things, but a lot of them were just following orders.”

“They still chose to follow those orders,” Revan replied, “they are a warrior race who thrive off conflict.”

“So, we be better than them,” Meetra said, “don’t go to their level.”

“There is no being better than them,” Revan responded coldly, “there is only victory or defeat, and I will win no matter the cost.”

Chapter Text

Concord Dawn, Mandalore Sector, Outer Rim:
The battle before him raged on, the Mandalorians on the backfoot.
Concord Dawn itself seemed to burn, the beginning of the battle had ravaged the surface with multiple capital ship crashing into the planet, fragmenting the planet.
Now what remained of that part was nothing more than an asteroid field trailing off the planet.
Mandalore the Ultimate was here, Revan could sense him.
“Concentrate fire on the centre,” Revan ordered.
Revan watched as another Mandalorian capital ship exploded before it’s remains plummeted towards the surface of the broken planet below them.
Another explosion, this time a Republic flagship plummeted to the surface.
“Sir, we’re in range for orbital bombardment,” Yusanis reported, “would you like me to begin?”
“Do it Lieutenant,” Revan ordered.
Green turbo lasers shot forwards, hitting the Mandalorian ships, many being destroyed.
“Alek,” Revan spoke into his commlink, “they’re retreating. Trail them.”
“Understood,” came Alek’s reply.
Revan watched Alek’s ship stop firing and lurch forward, going after the retreating Mandalorian ships.
The turbo lasers continued their assault on the surface, leaving nothing but a burning, half broken planet.
Revan watched as the Mandalorians disappeared into hyperspace, likely returning to Mandalore.

Mandalore, Mandalore Sector, Outer Rim:
In hindsight, Revan should have seen this coming.
The battle at Concord Dawn was a little too easy, but Mandalore himself was there, and the Mandalorians weren’t known for their cunning.
Even before they had gotten past Concordia, their fleet was in shambles.
“Evasive manoeuvres,” Revan ordered, “orbital cannons, ignore Mandalorian capital ships, fire on Concordia’s surface.”
Another Republic ship exploded.
The Mandalorians sensed blood, and they surged forwards.
“General Alek,” Revan called into his commlink, “keep the bulk of the Mandalorian capital ships from me, I have a plan. You just need to trust me.”
“Understood Supreme Commander Revan,” Alek responded.
Revan watched as Alek’s portion of the fleet moved to engage Mandalore the Ultimate’s fleet head on.
Revan looked on as Republic and Mandalorian fighters flew around, explosions ripping through the ranks of ships.
“Sir,” Yusanis said, “if we fire now, our fighters will be caught in the crossfire.”
“I didn’t stutter, Lieutenant,” Revan asked, “did I?”
“No Supreme Commander,” Yusanis answered, “fire.”
The orbital cannons ripped through the fighters, Republic and Mandalorian ships alike caught in the crossfire.
Revan watched as the defences of Concordia were razed.
Nothing more than rubble remained on the surface.
Revan returned to look at where Alek and Admiral Dodonna had engaged Mandalore the Ultimate’s fleet.
Their fleets were all but destroyed.
“Retreat,” Revan yelled into his commlink, “rendezvous at Alderaan.”
Revan disappeared into hyperspace, leaving nothing but death behind.

Onderon, Japrael Sector, Inner Rim:
“Launch fighters,” Meetra ordered, “concentration fire on their centre.”
The Republic ships carved a bloody hole through the Mandalorian resistance.
“Target fire on central ships,” Meetra ordered, “attack while they are scattered.”
Meetra watched as Anaka’s and the ground forces broke through and made their way to the ground. “Launch bombers,” Anaka yelled, “don’t let them reorganise.”
She watched as the battle unfolded; she could feel the death.
Whether it be republic or Mandalorian.
Whether it be in a burning ship or by blaster fire.
“Ma’am,” a Republic soldier came up to her, “Master Skywalker has engaged the Mandalorian ground forces below.”
“Good, good,” Meetra muttered, “it will be done soon. Ready orbital cannons.”
What was left of the Mandalorian space fleet was a burning, scattered mess.
Just as they had planned, with the attack on Concord Dawn, Mandalore the Ultimate had recalled most of his fleet to defend Mandalore leaving Onderon isolated.
“Fire,” Meetra ordered.
The green laser bolts shredded through a broken fleet.
The remnants falling onto the planet below.
“Prepare my shuttle,” Meetra said.

Anaka watched and waited.
If watching and waiting could be called butchering dozens of Mandalorians at once.
But she waited for one Mandalorian, retribution for the Cathar.
One she knew was hiding down here, the coward.
Her men surged forwards, overwhelming the remaining Mandalorian force.
Outnumbering the Mandalorians five to one.
She stabbed her lightsaber through another, her silver armour stained in blood.
Her lightsaber hilt covered in it.
She swung out, taking one’s head off before swinging down and killing another.
As she raised her head, she found her target.
A Mandalorian in yellow armour.
“I do not know you Jedi,” Fett said, “It was here that I bested Revan the Butcher in combat, he’s said to be the greatest of you all. Of course, he lived because Mandalore was a fool, but I will be sure to rectify his mistake by killing you here.”
Anaka said nothing, just stared at him.
She needn’t say anything.
The path of death she had carved through his army spoke volumes, he would fear her.
“Nothing to say Jedi,” Fett taunted again, “have I paralysed you in fear?”
“You will meet your destiny,” Anaka said simply, pointing her lightsaber at Fett.
Her eyes showing indifference, she had not made a threat.
She had stated fact, the same way that one might say that the sun will set.
Fett fired his twin blasters at her, Anaka rolled out of the way.
Fett shot into the air using his jetpack.
Using the force, Anaka pulled him towards her.
He shot fire out of his flamethrower.
She force pushed him away.
She rolled out of the way of another round of blaster fire.
She grabbed him with the force before slamming him down.
Some Mandalorians soldiers rushed forwards from behind her.
She force pushed them away before charging, cutting one down before force choking another.
She force pulled the last one towards her and impaled him on her lightsaber.
She went to turn, but ropes shot from behind her and grabbed her wrists.
“Jedi scum,” Fett spat, “you should never have joined the war, for that, your order will burn.”
She cut herself free before jumping at Fett and grabbing him by the throat.
His arm shot out to use his flamethrower.
Anaka was faster, cutting his arm off.
She watched it lie next to where he kneeled in front of her.
Fett gasped in pain but remained kneeling in front of her, she made sure of that.
“Nothing more to say,” Anaka asked, “before you perish?”
“I am already dead,” Fett choked out, “whether by you, or by Mandalore.”
Fett rose to his feet, discarding his helmet and body armour.
“You gave us the fight we wanted,” Fett gasped, “for that my people thank you.”
Fett eyed her lightsaber, still humming in her hand.
“For Mandalore,” Fett said stepping forwards.
He impaled himself on Anaka’s lightsaber.

“Master Skywalker,” Revan’s hologram spoke, “what can I do for you?”
“Onderon has been taken and Cassus Fett has been killed,” Anaka reported, “most of the Mandalorians who were in the sector have all either been killed or fled.”
“What do you mean most,” Revan asked.
“Stragglers still remain on Onderon’s moons,” Anaka explained, “mostly at Dxun.”
“Well deal with them,” Revan ordered, “Queen Talia is on her way to Onderon, we cannot have them trying to assassinate her.”
“I cannot,” Anaka said, “I have been ordered to return to Coruscant by the Jedi Council.”
“So, you just go along with it,” Revan questioned, “just like that?”
“I serve the Jedi Order, Revan,” Anaka sighed, “I’m not a part of the Revanchist, this was a favour to an old friend, that’s it.”
“The Order you serve is as corrupt as the senate,” Revan said, “they are both supposed to serve the people, yet the Jedi Order was fully willing to let millions die just to stay out of the war. The senate no better, the politicians would rather use funds for their own agenda rather than helping the people.”
Anaka frowned.
“Much of the Council has returned to Coruscant because we feel our assistance is no longer needed,” Anaka explained, “unlike you, I still follow Jedi principles. I remain a Jedi.”
“Are you saying I am no longer a Jedi,” Revan questioned.
“You have been responsible for the deaths of millions of Mandalorians,” Anaka sighed, “and you have revelled in it. You have revelled in the death. The force is… clouded by the dark side. My visions have not revealed anything in some time.”
“Are you saying that I’ve gone dark,” Revan asked, “that I’ve fallen?”
“I said the dark side has clouded the force,” Anaka said, “you have come to your own conclusions.”
“I have touched the dark,” Revan conceded, “there is emotion. The Mandalorians killed my parents.”
“He who learns the dark way will become infected with darkness,” Anaka said quietly, “that’s what my master always says, she knew Exar Kun and Ulic Qel-Droma before they fell. Just… be careful.”

Jedi Temple, Coruscant, Corusca Sector, Core Worlds:
“Why exactly did you summon me,” Anaka asked as she walked into the council room.
She glanced into the middle of the room, there stood a female togruta, she couldn’t be any older than 14.
“Hello Master Skywalker,” the togruta greeted.
Anaka ignored her.
“What is this,” Anaka demanded, “what have you done, master?”
Nomi sighed deeply.
“I told you all that she would not take this well,” Nomi said regretfully, “she will not want to teach.”
“Teach,” Anaka cried incredulously, “what are you talking about?”
“It is not up to her anymore,” Vrook spoke harshly, ignoring her,“she is a Jedi Master, it is her duty to teach the next generation.”
“Next generation,” Anaka cried, “this padawan is not even 10 years younger than me. How is that the next generation?”
“Master Anaka,” Master Vandar spoke softly, “why do you not wish to take on a student? After all it is unusual to be a Jedi Master but have no apprentice.”
“I am an unusual Jedi. There are many things about me that the council would consider to be unbecoming of a Jedi, especially a Jedi Master. Would you wish me to pass this onto my student,” Anaka began, “my tutelage was already different to most Jedi. The unpredictability of my force visions. I do not know how to teach anyone anything. I believe that my student could come to resent me for failing as a master.”
“It is unbecoming of a Jedi to be resentful,” Atris reminded her.
“So, you say,” Anaka muttered, “yet here I am.”
Atris glared at her.
“Unfortunately, Anaka,” Vima said, “the council’s decision is final.”
Anaka stared, stared at everyone in the room before her eyes came to rest on the Grandmaster.
“Master, I wish to speak with you,” Anaka said.
“Very well,” Nomi sighed, “council adjourned.”
The master’s that were there got up to leave while the holograms of masters who were off world disappeared.
“You can leave as well,” Anaka said, “I need to talk to my master.”
The togruta bowed before making her way out.
Anaka looked at her disgusted before turning her eyes on the Grandmaster.
“What have you done, Master,” Anaka asked.
“The council doesn’t matter, they have their opinion, but as your master I have a large say in you taking on an apprentice,” Nomi said, “and I think it is beneficial for you to have someone who relies on you. You need something to do, all you do when you at the temple is either snoop around the archives or spend the whole day in the forge.”
“Your daughter was the one who told me knowledge is power,” Anaka reminded her, “she trained under Ulic Qel-Droma.”
“Anaka,” Nomi said tiredly, “please don’t be difficult, and don’t take your anger out on your padawan. I believe this will be good for you.”
“How would I even start,” Anaka demanded, “how do I even teach? The council nearly unanimously dislikes me or believes that I should never have been put on the council. And there are reasons for that, studying lightsaber combat from ancient sith, youngest Jedi Master to ever sit on the High Council. And that is not even getting started on my supposedly outrageous opinions on everything. I am an outcast, and unlike my friends I am nearly always confined to this temple.”
“Teach her what you believe is important for a Jedi to know, to understand,” Nomi said, “that is what makes every Jedi unique.”

Onderon, Japrael Sector, Inner Rim:
“I have decided to leave Onderonian space,” Meetra began, “invading the moons would be pointless, and cause needless loss of Republic life. Most of the Mandalorians fled after Onderon was captured, those that were shot down and ended up on Dxun or Onderon’s other moons are likely stranded and will die shortly. Fireteam Noble is dealing with the stragglers.”
“It is not about the Mandalorians, you are right. Those who are on Dxun and the other moons have been left behind and will serve little to no threat,” Revan agreed, “but we must show the people of Onderon that we are driving the Mandalorians out of their system, and they will not see that without an invasion of Dxun.”
Meetra was silent, for once he was unable to feel her.
“So that’s what this is about,” Meetra said sharply, “you’re playing politics.”
“I’m showing the people of the galaxy that we are liberating them,” Revan said, “if Republic lives are sacrificed… so be it.”
“There is a reason that the Jedi do not serve the senate,” Meetra said quietly, “if we did, we would become as corrupt as they are. Sending off soldiers to die, simply to do a senator’s bidding even when they are in the wrong.”
“You will go through with this invasion and that is final,” Revan spoke firmly, the communication cut off.
Meetra screamed.
Revan collapsed in pain as Meetra’s scream echoed into him through their force bond.

Jedi Temple, Coruscant, Corusca Sector, Core Worlds:
“Come on, apprentice,” Anaka said, “let me teach you.”
“What will we be doing master,” Anaka’s new apprentice, Ahe’a Kaffa asked.
“Learning,” Anaka said, “I have always thought, ever since I was a padawan as you are, that our ancient enemy is still out there, waiting.”
“When I was a youngling, the master’s always said to not worry about the Sith,” Ahe’a explained, “if our training was not a failure, then we would not become the new Exar Kun.”
“Of course, much of the council would be under that impression,” Anaka muttered, “let me explain a common misconception that many of the Jedi have. Exar Kun, is a Sith, in the fact he follows their ideologies, their beliefs, their code. Same with Freedon Nadd, a Sith Lord who lived over 400 years ago as the king of Onderon. But they are different to the ancestors of the original Sith, the 12 Dark Lords of the Sith who were exiled from the Jedi Order.”
“How are they different, master,” Ahe’a asked, “are they not all just fallen Jedi?”
“Yes,” Anaka agreed, “Sith like Exar Kun and Freedon Nadd are fallen Jedi. Even Ajunta Pall and the original Dark Lords of the Sith were fallen Jedi. But what many Jedi seem to forget is that the Sith are also a species, originating from Korriban. The original Dark Lords and the Sith species would connect in some way and form the Sith Purebloods. This spawned an entity named the True Sith, spawned directly from the original Dark Lords. They were believed to all be destroyed after the Great Hyperspace War, but the Sith do not stay dead. I believe they are out there somewhere, in the ruins of their empire.”
“How do you know,” Ahe’a asked.
“I don’t,” Anaka said, “and I don’t plan on travelling beyond Korriban to test my theory.”

Dxun, Japrael Sector, Inner Rim:
“Begin orbital bombardment,” Meetra ordered, “target every known Mandalorian encampment… leave nothing but stone and fire.”
“Yes general,” someone said, Meetra wasn’t sure who, she wasn’t paying attention.
She looked out the viewing window as death rained on Dxun.
5 minutes passed.
The forests burned, Dxun truly had become hell.
10 minutes passed.
The thick jungle collapsed in on itself, destruction poured onto the moon.
“Targets have been neutralized general,” one of her men reported, “all known Mandalorian camps have been razed.”
“Good,” Meetra muttered, “launch fighters, search for any stragglers and execute them.”
“Very well general,” the same officer replied.

Jedi Temple, Coruscant, Corusca Sector, Core Worlds:
“Again,” Anaka ordered.
Her apprentice groaned from her place on the ground.
Ahe’a Kaffa rose before calling her lightsabers to her.
Two blue blades buzzed to life.
One shorter than the other, a shoto blade.
Meanwhile, Anaka’s lightsaber remained attached to her belt, untouched.
Ahe’a got into position, ready to attack.
“Go,” Anaka ordered.
Ahe’a jabbed forwards before swinging down.
Anaka avoided both strikes easily.
Ahe’a swung from the side, Anaka grabbed her hands before swinging her and pulling her down onto her shoulders forcing her to drop her lightsabers.
Anaka called them to her.
Ahe’a took in laboured breaths as she looked up at Anaka.
“This is no fair,” Ahe’a cried, “you are the best duellist the order has, how am I supposed to compete?”
“It is not about fairness,” Anaka said, “there will be many duels where the situation is not fair. The Sith will not play fair. And I’m not teaching you to be as good as me, I’m teaching you to be better. If I didn’t, I will have failed as a master. Remember, be very mindful of your surroundings, being especially mindful of your opponent, but most importantly, a Jedi is never defenceless. Again.”
Ahe’a rose and Anaka threw her, her lightsabers.
Blue sabers buzzed to life again.
“Go,” Anaka ordered.
Ahe’a jabbed forwards, Anaka dodged.
Ahe’a swung, Anaka dodged.
“Remember,” Anaka said as she dodged another swing, “you have two lightsabers, act like it. Stop pretending to have one.”
Ahe’a swung one, quickly followed by a jab by the other before swinging one from each side.
Anaka jumped over, behind her but Ahe’a quickly turned before swinging down.
Using the force, Anaka called her lightsaber to her and a green saber ignited and clashed against the twin blue ones.
Anaka pushed her back before in a few quick strikes, Ahe’a was disarmed again.
“Well done, apprentice,” Anaka said, genuinely proud, “we can make a Jedi out of you yet.”

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3960 BBY

Jedi Temple, Coruscant, Corusca Sector, Core Worlds:
Anaka sighed.
Council meetings were always mentally taxing, but the more the war dragged on the worse it became.
Vrook and Atris being especially bad, and Jaina was a spy on the frontlines for the in all but name.
“As we’ve discussed before,” Nomi said calmly, “the decision has been made, Revan and his followers are free to continue their involvement.”
“Yes but…” Vrook tried to interject.
“So, you would have innocent people be killed,” Anaka asked, “just let the Mandalorians burn the outer rim to the ground? I thought it was our duty to protect people.”
“We’re keepers of the peace, not soldiers Master Skywalker,” Atris smugly pointed out, “and conflict is a path to the dark side.”
Anaka rolled her eyes, of course Atris would say that.
“Yes, the dark side is corrupting by nature,” Anaka admitted, “but isn’t it only corrupting and evil if you relish in killing? If you enjoy it? Most people wouldn’t call killing the Mandalorians murder, but justice.”
“It is not your place to decide what is corrupting and what isn’t,” Vandar said.
“It is quite obvious why you of all people have these opinions,” Atris said.
“Why? Because you think I’ve fallen or will fall,” Anaka demanded, “every Jedi in this order has the capacity to fall to the dark side, same as me.”
“Not just that, you disregard the code. Just like your friends,” Vrook said, “can you even recite the code?”
“If I had fallen, like you claim, I would not be here, in this pointless council meeting,” Anaka snarled, “If I had fallen, I would have killed most of you.”
Anaka took in breaths as all the Jedi stared at her.
Nomi gave her a look.
Anaka sighed.
“There is no emotion; there is peace. There is no ignorance; there is knowledge. There is no passion; there is serenity. There is no death; there is the force,” Anaka repeated in a robotic voice, “there. I know the code. Are you happy?”
“It is not just about knowing the code, Anaka,” Nomi spoke softly, “it is about following it as well.”
“Like you have any right to lecture me on following the code, Master,” Anaka snapped, “the results of that are sitting on this council.”
Anaka met Nomi’s gaze evenly.
She felt terrible, but she would not apologize.
Not now, at least.
She would not show weakness in front of the likes of Vrook and Atris.
“The Revanchist will still be able to operate as they have,” Nomi said, “and that will not change. Council dismissed.”
Anaka got up and walked out with the other masters.
“Anaka, a word,” Nomi’s voice cut through her ears.
Anaka sighed before turning around.
Vima gave her a look as they passed each other but Anaka ignored it.
“Yes master,” Anaka asked, “would you like an apology?”
Nomi sighed, the way she would whenever Anaka asked her questions as a child and teenager that would horrify the other council members.
“I realise I was in the wrong,” Nomi conceded, “it was hypocritical of me to tell you to follow the code. As you pointed out, I also have trouble following the code.”
“I did not mean to snap at you,” Anaka said, “it’s just, every council meeting I must defend myself and my friends because they think they’re doing the right thing. The council thinks they are evil for it, and I’m stuck here defending them.”
“But you won’t stop,” Nomi asked, “you won’t stop defending them?”
“No,” Anaka said, “not for this.”

Anaka fidgeted with C2-Z5.
Hydrospanner firmly gripped in hand, mask firmly over her eyes.
“Master Anaka,” C2 said, “I appreciate your care with the repairs, but you’ve been going at it for the past 2 hours. Perhaps a break.”
“I don’t need a break, C2,” Anaka snapped, “council thinks I’m gonna turn. How? I’ve been cooped up here nearly the whole war, that’s more likely gonna cause me to fall.”
“Thought I’d find you here,” Meetra called out.
“When’d you get back, Mee,” Anaka asked.
“I arrived at Foerost a few weeks ago, there were some things Republic intelligence wanted to go over with me,” Meetra said, “got to the temple about an hour ago. Caught Master Vima after the council meeting.”
“Ah. Where’s Revan and Alek,” Anaka asked.
“They’re still at Fondor, I think,” Meetra replied, “their fleet was a lot more banged up then mine.”
“Fondor,” Anaka spoke in thought, “that’s the new shipyard, right?”
“Yea,” Meetra confirmed, “I think they also wanted to stay out there. Neither of them can relax.”
Meetra looked out sadly.
“This war has taken much from everyone,” Anaka agreed.
Meetra smiled.
A sad, distant smile.
“You and Revan had a fight,” Anaka said simply, “are you ok?”
Meetra was about to answer before an interruption ran in.
“Master Skywalker, someone has dyed the room of a thousand fountains,” Ahe’a cried, “they dyed it green! Master Atris was there; she looked angry. Oh, I didn’t know you had a guest.”
Anaka let her brain catch up with what Ahe’a had said, sometimes forgetting that Ahe’a was still a child.
“Someone dyed the room of a thousand fountains,” Anaka asked for clarification.
“Master Skywalker,” Meetra questioned, “Master Sunrider finally convince you to take on a padawan?”
“More like forced me to,” Anaka muttered, “Ahe’a, this is General Meetra Surik, Mee, this is my apprentice, Ahe’a Kaffa.”
“Master Anaka,” C2 asked, “can you please remove the hydrospanner from my head.”
Anaka yanked the hydrospanner out.
“Go find out how much time I have before Master Nomi gets me to continue with Master duty,” Anaka ordered.
“I’m not a protocol droid,” C2 muttered while walking out.
“Loose the attitude,” Anaka called out after him.
“I remember when your master was, what, 5 years old maybe,” Meetra began, “I met her here. She told me and I quote ‘kriff off blondie.’ Mouthy child your master was.”
“I’ll still tell you to kriff off if you really want me to, Mee,” Anaka replied.
Meetra smiled.
“You you’ve known each other since you were younglings,” Ahe’a asked, “that’s so cool. Master, your friend is way cooler than you are.”
“Thank you for the vote of confidence Ahe’a,” Anaka laughed.
“Master Surik,” Ahe’a said, “you know someone dyed the room of a thousand fountains.”
“I know,” Meetra said, smiling.
Ahe’a gaped.
“It was you,” Ahe’a laughed.
Meetra winked before her commlink buzzed.
“Sorry, duty calls,” Meetra said, “you’re a much cooler padawan then the ones I’ve met. Just be glad you weren’t stuck with Bastila Shan.”
Meetra smiled at Anaka before walking out.

Trayus Academy, Malachor V, Chorlian Sector, Outer Rim:
“Are you sure it was wise to return here Revan,” Alek asked, “if the council discovered what we were doing, they would banish us. Not even Anaka would be able to save us.”
“The gears of war are shifting Alek,” Revan replied, “the council cannot stop us because they no longer have any authority over us. Anaka was right, we are no longer Jedi. Face it, we were Jedi no more when we chose to go on this bloody campaign against the Mandalorians.”
Revan walked on and Alek followed.
“Tell me,” Revan asked, “what do you feel when you sense this planet?”
Alek thought for a moment.
“It is unsettling,” Alek replied, “not like Korriban which reeks of death and destruction, this is something different. I don’t know how to describe it.”
Revan looked up at the looming building that stood in front of them.
“How has anything survived on this planet,” Alek asked.
“No one was looking for it,” Revan responded, “likely, your assessment was correct. The ancient Sith appear to have built it but must have left some time before their collapse.”
“What makes you say that” Alek asked.
“The Mandalorians know and fear this place,” Revan explained, “but the Jedi archives make no mention of a Sith planet called Malachor V or any of the surrounding planets. According to the archives, the closest planet to our location is Zygerria. And the infrastructure is remarkably intact for being a Sith world. Did you see how Korriban seemed to be nothing but ruin, likely the Sith abandoned then forgot about this world meaning it was safe when the Republic purged Korriban and Ziost.”
Revan and Alek walked deeper into the temple.
“This appears to be the academy you spoke of,” Alek noted.
Revan nodded in agreeance.
“As I said last time we were here, this is where I wish to end the Mandalorians for good,” Revan explained, “but there is more for us here.”
“What do you mean,” Alek asked.
“Knowledge,” Revan said, “face it Alek, we’ve fallen, there’s no return for us. Being banished would merely be a formality, learn the secret of the Sith so if they ever return, we will stop them. Join me.”
Revan held out his hand.
Alek took it.

Jedi Temple, Coruscant, Corusca Sector, Core Worlds:
“They grow up so quick, don’t they,” Nomi sighed as she watched Anaka instruct a group of younglings.
“It was not that long ago where you were watching me instruct Anaka, Revan and Meetra, mother,” Vima replied with a smile, “it seems like a lifetime ago.”
Nomi looked out into the distance.
“I remember what it was like before I was a Jedi,” Nomi spoke softly, “what it was like to be free. The order has shackled us to Coruscant.”
Vima frowned, “what are you talking about mother?”
“Anaka said to me that the order is broken,” Nomi said, “I remember a little girl who had big dreams of fixing the galaxy, of fixing the strife and corruption. Once she was like Meetra and looked to fix what was broken, that is why your apprentice is perhaps the best among us. She saw the poison and wished to purge it from the order but did not have the power to. Revan and Alek chose to leave before the poison suffocated them, but my apprentice would now let the order burn and leave it ruins.”
Vima stared at her mother.
“You think Anaka has fallen,” Vima asked.
“No,” Nomi replied, “if she had fallen, she would have left, to fall alone. She has never needed anyone or anything other than the force.”
“What is this about mother,” Vima finally asked.
“Anaka has stayed with the order all this time because she didn’t wish to disappoint me, I am her mother in all but name. She was three when I found her, she wanted love, she wanted more,” Nomi explained, “more than the order could give her. More than I could give her. She needed it. I thought by giving her an apprentice it would give her a greater purpose, but I think I did it because I could not bear to see her leave. You were my daughter before you were a jedi, but Anaka, she thinks she is nothing except a Jedi. She thinks that is all she ever was and all she ever will be. We as Jedi are encouraged to love, it is our nature to be loving. Anaka confided in me that she did not even know what love was, she was 11 at the time. After this war, I will be ready to let her go. I will tell Anaka she can leave the Jedi Order to go live.”

Bastila made her way through the temple, looking for someone.
She had come to a realisation.
One that had been building since her time on The Malice.
She was in love with Revan.
Completely and utterly.
So, she would find the person at the temple who perhaps knew Revan the best.
The only problem was that she could not find Anaka.
She had already confirmed that Anaka was planet side, which meant she only had to check the few spots that Anaka frequented.
The forge, the archives and her quarters, yet she was not at any of them.
It was of vital importance that she speak to Anaka and only Anaka about this.
The other masters would not understand.
That’s when she found Ahe’a.
“Padawan Ahe’a,” Bastila began, “I am looking for your Master, you wouldn’t happen to know where to find her?”
Ahe’a regarded her before scoffing and kept walking.
“I know that we have had our differences, Ahe’a,” Bastila began, “but this is of vital importance.”
That made Ahe’a stop.
“Why don’t you tell me, and I’ll be sure to pass the message onto my master,” Ahe’a said coldly.
“Bitterness in a Jedi is pointless,” Bastila said snobbishly, “it is against the Jedi code to hold resentment.”
Ahe’a laughed.
“You want my help, to find my master,” Ahe’a began, “and then lecture me on the Jedi code. Didn’t your whole childhood at the temple consist of you telling people how much of a prodigy you are, couldn’t that be seen as arrogance?”
“That is not the same,” Bastila cried.
Ahe’a made a gesture with her hand to tell her to leave.
“I literally cannot tell you because I don’t know,” Ahe’a said, “she disappeared this morning with Grandmaster Sunrider, Master Sunrider and General Surik. Haven’t seen her since. Just ask Master Vrook or Vandar whatever you want to know.”

“I am sorry I could not stay for longer,” Meetra said sadly.
“Do not fret my apprentice, you will be back here before you know it,” Vima smiled sadly.
“I hope so, master,” Meetra replied, “not to worry. Revan has… assured me that the war will be over soon.”
“It will be good to have you back at the temple, Meetra,” Nomi smiled, “perhaps you can have a padawan like Anaka here.”
Meetra smiled.
Anaka frowned.
“Come on mother,” Vima said, “I believe that Anaka wishes to speak to Meetra alone.”
Vima and Nomi walked back into the temple.
Anaka and Meetra watched them go.
Only when they were out of sight did Anaka face Meetra.
“How exactly do you plan to end the war,” Anaka asked.
“That I do not know,” Meetra sighed, “according to Yusanis, they left Fondor shortly after they got there. They haven’t been seen since, but they’re alive. I would have felt something.”
Anaka looked out into the Coruscant sky, more ships than she could count littered the sky.
“I used to dream of being out there, among the stars,” Anaka spoke softly, “what it would be like to be set free. Free to choose to do whatever I want.”
“Sometimes I feel the same,” Meetra agreed, “I think about what my life would be like without this war.”
They both stared out into the distance.
“Your argument with Revan shook you,” Anaka said, it was a statement of fact, not a question, “are you ok?”
Meetra looked out in thought.
“I don’t think either of us want to face the truth,” Meetra spoke with conviction, “Revan and Alek are not the same men as they were at the start of the war.”
“No,” Anaka agreed, “Revan and I had a spat on whether or not he had fallen. It was like he was trying to justify if he ever fell, like he’s prepared for it or it has already happened.”
“You must promise me that if Alek, Revan or I fall to the dark side,” Meetra said quietly, “that if this final battle corrupts us beyond repair, you must kill us. Do not let us inflict the same pain the Mandalorians have inflicted on the galaxy.”
Anaka said nothing, just nodded.
Meetra got up and walked towards her shuttle.
“Good luck, Mee,” Anaka said softly.

Fondor, Tapani Sector, Colonies:
“Where is the iridonian, Lieutenant Yusanis,” Revan asked, “has he created the weapon that was asked of him?”
“Yes, Supreme Commander,” Yusanis answered, “it is awaiting your orders for transport.”
“Very good, have it transported to these coordinates and installed into the planet there,” Revan responded, handing him a data pad, “prep the fleet for rendezvous with General Surik at Alderaan in 3 days’ time. Make sure that everyone knows that this battle will end the war.”
Yusanis bowed before barking out orders to those around him and into his commlink.
“Alek,” Revan said, “help Yusanis prep the fleet. I will speak to our friend.”

Revan weaved his way through the chaos of running soldiers and supply droids.
The soldiers always finding time to either bow or salute him.
He made his way deeper into the complex.
Revan entered the room.
“It was done like you asked,” the Iridonian said, “usually that technology would be used to pull ships from hyperspace but scaling it up have proven ingenious. I believe that it will be sufficient to your needs, supreme commander.”
“How does it work,” Revan asked.
“The machine itself will be stationed on the surface of a planet, as you were informed,” the iridonian explained, “when activated remotely it will create a gravitational anomaly which will pull everything caught in the vicinity to the surface of the planet, similar to how ships that travel in the Maw that are not careful are pulled in by the black holes. Although I have some concerns, supreme commander.”
“Go on,” Revan urged the man.
“You plan to have your final battle wherever you place the machine,” the iridonian explained, “I believe that using it during a naval battle will be highly risky and likely end in many of the Republic ships being caught in the vicinity of the pull.
“You do not need to worry, iridonian,” Revan said, “you worry about operating the machine, I will worry about winning the war.”
“You wish for me to join you for the final battle,” the iridonian asked.
“You will be stationed on General Surik’s flagship, The Judicator,” Revan ordered, “you will follow General Meetra Surik’s orders as if they were coming from myself.”
The iridonian nodded in agreeance.
“Oh, and one more thing,” Revan asked, “the machine, does it have a name?”
“Yes,” the iridonian replied, “the Mass Shadow Generator.”

Chapter Text

Jedi Temple, Coruscant, Corusca Sector, Core Worlds:
With Meetra having left Coruscant, Anaka returned to the forge, C2-Z5 in tow.
“Master Skywalker I must protest,” C2 said, “my functions are perfectly fine, and I do not wish to be something for you to hit while you let out your anger. May I suggest the training room?”
“I’m not angry C,” Anaka sighed, “I am frustrated if anything.”
“And bored,” C2 suggested.
Anaka glared at the droid.
That’s when Ahe’a walked into the room.
“Master,” Ahe’a greeted.
“Ahe’a,” Anaka replied, “what have you done now?”
“Nothing,” Ahe’a replied, “Bastila Shan is looking for you.”
“Is she,” Anaka asked, “and you didn’t do anything to her?”
“No,” Ahe’a said, defensively, “she kinda lectured me on the Jedi Code though.”
Anaka sighed.
That’s when Bastila Shan walked into the forge.
“Speak of the devil,” Ahe’a muttered.
“Master Skywalker,” Bastila began, “I need to speak to you."
“I have been made aware of that,” Anaka said.
“I found my master,” Ahe’a said, mockingly.
Anaka pinched her lekku.
“And please do not lecture my padawan on the Jedi Code,” Anaka spoke calmly, “that is my job.”
Bastila ignored that.
“Speak then, Padawan Shan,” Anaka said.
“I would rather not in front of Padawan Ahe’a,” Bastila replied, “or your droid.”
“C has kept much more vital secrets I assure you,” Anaka said, “and Ahe’a won’t say anything.”
Anaka glanced at Ahe’a who made a face.
“Ahe’a probably won’t say anything,” Anaka corrected.
“Ok,” Bastila sighed, “here I go. I need advice.”
“On,” Anaka questioned.
“Jedi Knight Revan,” Bastila replied.
“Ohhh,” Ahe’a chorused.
Anaka pinched her lekku again.
“Ow,” Ahe’a cried, “master that hurts.”
“Let Padawan Shan speak,” Anaka said.
Ahe’a grumbled some curses at Anaka.
Anaka ignored her.
“It’s Supreme Commander Revan, not really a Jedi anymore,” Anaka corrected, “but you need advice on Revan.”
“I’m in love with Revan,” Bastila said quickly, “and…”
Ahe’a burst out laughing.
“Ahahahahahahahahahahahaha,” Ahe’a laughed, “that is the last thing I expected you to need my master for. Ahahahahahaha.”
Anaka froze her in the spot using the force, the laughing stopped.
“Ahe’a is… correct,” Anaka admitted, “that is not what I expected you needed.”
Anaka unfroze Ahe’a.
“C, just keep Ahe’a quiet,” Anaka ordered.
“Gladly, Master Skywalker,” C2 replied.
Anaka looked back at Bastila, who looked like she had just sucked on a lemon.
“You are in love with Revan,” Anaka repeated, “and you came to me with this, why?”
“You know Revan the best out of anyone at the Temple,” Bastila responded quietly, “and I wanted to know what you thought, and possibly if there is a chance he feels the same way.”
Anaka sighed.
“When was the last time you even saw Revan,” Anaka asked.
“Aboard the Malice, during the defence of Alderaan,” Bastila said quietly.
“That was two years ago,” Anaka responded bluntly.
“And I’ve had a lot of time to think about it since then,” Bastila said defensively.
“C,” Anaka said calmly, “please take Ahe’a and go and fetch my Master, and tell her to bring Vima with her.”
“Of course, Master Skywalker,” C2 responded, dragging Ahe’a off.
Bastila looked like she wanted to protest.
“Unlike me,” Anaka said, “my Master actually knows what love is, and Vima is the result of that love.”
Anaka sat down, her head in her hands.
C2 and Ahe’a returned 10 minutes later.
“Anaka what was so important that you needed my help this instant,” Nomi asked, “and why was Vima required as well.”
Anaka removed her head from her hands, Ahe’a and C2 came to stand next to her.
“Padawan Shan,” Anaka began, “would you be so kind as to repeat what you told me to my master and Master Sunrider.”
“I’m in love with Revan,” Bastila said quietly.
Anaka sighed.
Nomi just stared at Bastila.
“Oh dear,” Vima said.
“Oh dear indeed,” Anaka muttered.
Nomi force pushed the chair out from under her.
“Last time I remember you and Revan having interacted would have been, the defence of Alderaan,” Nomi spoke slowly, still in shock.
Bastila nodded meekly.
“That was… two years ago,” Vima said.
Bastila nodded again.
“Good job Master,” Ahe’a patted her on the back, “you made Bastila Shan mute, I’m saved.”
C2 pinched Ahe’a on the arm.
“Attachments are forbidden,” Anaka said.
“But Grandmaster Sunrider had a husband, and she had Master Sunrider from that,” Bastila exclaimed.
“I did not become a Jedi until my husband was dead,” Nomi explained calmly, the lines in her forehead more pronounced, “and I was stuck with Vima from then onwards.”
“Thank you, mother,” Vima muttered.
“Anyways,” Nomi continued, “Revan is not an… orthodox Jedi.”
“Not much of a Jedi these days,” Anaka muttered.
“Yes, well I have noticed that” Nomi replied, “and ever since I became a Jedi, I have been looked down upon by the other Jedi.”
“But you are the Grandmaster,” Bastila responded, “if they didn’t like you, why would you have been made Grandmaster.”
“I was made Grandmaster due to my efforts during the Great Sith War,” Nomi explained.
“The same will happen to you just… worse because you are not Grandmaster,” Vima said, “I suggest you decide what is more important to you. Revan or the Jedi Order.”

Malachor V, Chorlian Sector, Outer Rim:
Meetra Surik, aboard the Judicator, and with a small portion of her fleet, were stationed above Malachor V.
The planet below felt ancient.
The archives made no mention of Malachor V.
Where the planet was located, the archives made no mention of anything.
There was no mention of Malachor V ever existing in the archives.
Like someone wanted it forgotten.
“General,” the captain of the bridge said, “the Mandalorians are inbound in 3 hours.”
“Warn the fleet,” Meetra ordered, “prepare the men.”
The captain nodded and saluted her before running off.
Republic spies had reported that every remaining Mandalorian ship and soldier was on its way to Malachor V.
This minute fleet would not be enough to take on the Mandalorian force.
But it was the perfect bait.
The perfect trap.
As soon as she had let it leak spies reported the Mandalorians had left Mandalorian space for Malachor.
As soon as that happened Admiral Forn Dodonna had moved to capture Mandalore, meeting no resistance, finding it all but deserted.
Meanwhile Revan, Alek, and Admiral Saul Carath had begun to approach Malachor V but were slowed by being intercepted by Vrook Lamar who was given their location by Master Jaina.
Master Jaina was a part of Meetra’s small force currently at Malachor V, in command of the Reconciliation.
Vrook had managed to delay Revan and Alek’s approach by six hours, giving the Mandalorians a thorough head start.
Meetra looked out into space, sensing a disturbance.
Thousands of ships at that moment came out of hyperspace.
The Mandalorians had arrived.

The battle raged on outside, outnumbered at least three to one.
“General, we’re taking heavy losses,” the captain reported, “we’ve already lost three of the squadrons.”
“Acceptable losses,” Meetra said calmly, before scolding herself.
She was not Revan.
“They will be remembered,” Meetra corrected, “all we can do is wait for Supreme Commander Revan’s arrival.”
“Surik,” Master Jaina’s voice screamed through the commlink.
“Yes, Master Jaina,” Meetra said calmly, reminding herself not to curse the Jedi Master.
“The Mandalorians are slaughtering us,” Jaini yelled, “I am ordering a full retreat.”
“No, you are not,” Meetra snapped, “we need to wait for Revan.”
“We have no time,” Jaina yelled again.
“No retreat,” Meetra said calmly before cutting off the connection.
Meetra looked out.
They really were getting slaughtered.
She felt every death, every Republic death and every Mandalorian death.
“Captain make sure the entire fleet knows,” Meetra ordered, “no retreat, no surrender.”
“Understood general,” the captain said.
“Where are you Revan,” Meetra wondered aloud.
They were down to five to one.
“General, the Reconciliation has lost power,” someone reported, “we’ve lost contact with Master Jaina.”
“Retreat closer to the planet,” Meetra ordered, “let them come to us.”
The remaining Republic fleet moved to position themselves with Malachor V behind.
The Mandalorians remained where they were, the Basilisks returning to the fleet.
“Order squadrons back for repairs,” Meetra said, “and give me a channel to Mandalore the Ultimate.”
She looked out at the Mandalorian fleet.
In between sat the Reconciliation, dead in space.
Mandalore’s hologram flickered to life in front of her.
“General Meetra Surik,” Mandalore greeted, “have you come to accept your surrender?”
“The only surrender I will be accepting is your unconditional one,” Meetra said calmly.
“Then let me give you an appetiser for what will happen to your fleet,” Mandalore replied.
A third of the Mandalorian fleet moved forwards, surrounding the Reconciliation.
The bombardment started.
With its shields down, the Reconciliation didn’t stand a chance.
All that remained was debris floating in space.
Meetra had felt Master Jaina perish.
That was on her.
“Have you reconsidered,” Mandalore asked cockily.
“I will discuss it with command,” Meetra said calmly.
“Very well, Jedi,” Mandalore spat, “you have one hour.”

“General Surik, you can’t actually be considering surrendering,” a ship admiral cried, the only one remaining, “you know what surrendering to the Mandalorians means. Utter annihilation.”
“Do not worry Admiral,” Meetra assured him, “I am not actually considering surrender, Mandalore has given us valuable time that he does not realise he does not have.”
Meetra glanced out the bridge, the third of the Mandalorian fleet remained at where the Reconciliation once was.
Meetra sent a plea out through her force bond, urging Revan to hurry up.
“Bao-Dur,” Meetra said.
“Yes General,” the iridonian asked.
“If it comes to it, the superweapon may have to be activated early,” Meetra said, “to cover our retreat. Its purpose is to disable ships is it not?”
Bao-Dur hesitated before responding, only for a moment but Meetra noticed.
“Yes general,” Bao-Dur said, “that is its purpose.”
He was clearly lying but Meetra did not have time to question him.
“Mandalore the Ultimate is hailing us,” the captain said.
Meetra returned to the bridge.
“Your time is up Jedi,” Mandalore said gleefully, “and so your surrender?”
“I suppose all we can do is surrender,” Meetra feigned disappointment.
“A wise decision Jedi,” Mandalore said.
Meetra looked out as the fleet that had destroyed the Reconciliation moved to her position and another third of the Mandalorian fleet moved forwards from Mandalore the Ultimate’s position.
That’s when she felt Revan’s heartbeat.
Tens of thousands of Republic ships jumped out of Hyperspace.
“What is the meaning of this trickery,” Mandalore demanded.
“You will find no surrender,” Meetra snarled, before beginning to force choke Mandalore.
“Cut the connection,” Mandalore wheezed out as the hologram faded.
Revan had arrived.

Admiral Carath moved to defend Meetra’s diminished fleet from the oncoming Mandalorian fleet, while Revan and Alek had encircled Mandalore’s fleet.
“Admiral Carath,” Revan ordered, “destroy the fleet moving into General Surik’s position, Alek deal with Mandalore’s fleet. I will board his capital ship.”
The Mandalorians were now outnumbered ten to one.
Alek’s fleet had punched a hole through Mandalore’s fleet much of it already destroyed due to squadrons not being deployed.
“Move the Malice to Mandalore’s ship, Lieutenant Yusanis,” Revan ordered.
“Yes, Supreme Commander,” Yusanis responded.
Revan looked out as the Mandalorian fleet burned.
‘Good,’ Revan thought, ‘they deserve it.’
“Launch boarding parties,” Revan ordered, “and tell Fireteam Noble to prepare to join me for boarding.”
Revan watched as troop carriers were launched and entered the ship.
“You have the bridge Lieutenant Yusanis,” Revan said, before walking off.

“Fireteam Noble reporting for duty,” the fireteam’s commander saluted.
The other five followed immediately.
“General Alek speaks of your squads’ valiant actions on Taris during the siege,” Revan commented, “I hope he was not mistaken.”
“He wasn’t sir,” the commander said, “I’m noble one. Two, three, four, five, six.”
He pointed to his other squad members.
They boarded Mandalore’s ship.
Republic bodies littered the docking bay, some with lightsaber burns.
Something was wrong.
“Noble One,” Revan ordered, “take your squad and deal with the stragglers, I will head for the bridge.”
“Understood sir,” Noble one replied, “Noble move out.”
Revan moved deeper into the ship.
More Republic bodies littered the halls, and a few Mandalorians.
Mandalorians moved to intercept him as blaster fire littered the hallway.
Revan force pulled them towards him before decapitating the group of them.
He moved forwards.
As he neared the bridge Resistance increased.
A Mandalorian lobbed a grenade at him, he used the force to throw it back.
A group rushed him, shooting their flamethrowers at him.
Revan used the force to repel the flames before grabbing the group with the force and throwing them into the hallway walls a few times.
He moved forwards.
He reached the bridge which was guarded by three squads.
He force pushed them into the wall before they were picked off from a different hallway.
Fireteam Noble had arrived at the Bridge.
“Sir, we’ve dealt with those we could find,” Noble one reported, “but there may be some who still lurk.”
“That is fine, one,” Revan said, “guard the door, let none through.”
Revan forced the door open.
Mandalore the Ultimate stood waiting for him.

“Revan the Butcher,” Mandalore greeted, “you have been a worthy adversary.”
“Mandalore the Ultimate,” Revan replied, “you have not.”
They stood glaring at each other.
None remained on the bridge.
It was just Revan and the Mandalore.
“We have been opposing each other this whole war,” Mandalore said, “it is a shame we never met before today.”
“You’re saying you don’t remember,” Revan asked.
“Remember what,” Mandalore asked.
“We’ve met before,” Revan explained, “once.”
“When,” Mandalore demanded, “I would remember meeting Revan the Butcher.”
“Do you remember that Jedi you killed on Teth,” Revan asked, “Mirax Kallea, she killed your predecessor. And in turn for that, you killed her husband and her.”
“Yes,” Mandalore cackled, “she was a worthy opponent. She deserved what happened to her.”
“Mmmh,” Revan agreed, “there was a child there that day.”
“Yes,” Mandalore remembered, “then another Jedi came and saved the boy.”
“Yes,” Revan said calmly, “that was me. I am Revan Kallea.”
Time seemed to stop.
“Well, husband, wife and son can all fall to this blade,” Mandalore pulled out a lightsaber before igniting it.
The black lightsaber.
“Three corpses in one tomb,” Mandalore laughed, “this lightsaber belonged to the Mandalorian Jedi, Tarre Visula. We kept it when he returned to Mandalore.”
Revan said nothing, just igniting his lightsaber with a snap-hiss.
Revan attacked ferociously.
Revan swiped up.
Mandalore blocked.
Mandalore swung down; Revan dodged before swiping up.
Mandalore jumped back; Revan jumped forwards.
Mandalore shot his flamethrower at Revan.
Revan ignored it before swiping up, Mandalore blocked but he staggered back.
Revan blocked a few more attacks, now toying with Mandalore.
Mandalore charged forwards; Revan grabbed his hand before jamming it into a gap in Mandalore’s armour.
Mandalore roared in pain before collapsing on the floor in a pool of his own blood.
“That was for my mother and father,” Revan snarled.
Mandalore lay on the floor, coughing blood.
He looked pathetic.
“J-Jedi,” Mandalore gasped, “there is something you should know. They tricked me. We were never meant to win this war. They used me and my people to test the Republic's strength.”
"Who used you," Revan asked.
"The Sith," Mandalore gasped, "a red skinned woman approached me, speaking about a glorious war waged by my people, where we would destroy the Republic."
Mandalore gasped again, coughing more blood.
"Go to Rekkiad and find the Twin Spears," Mandalore coughed, "there you will learn the truth."
With a gasp, Mandalore stilled.
Revan collected Mandalore’s mask and the Darksaber before opening a channel to all ships in the battle.
“Mandalorians, this is Supreme Commander Revan of the Republic Military,” Revan said, “I have slain Mandalore and taken his mask for myself. That makes me Mandalore. I order you to lay down your armour and weapons and surrender or you will be annihilated."
The channel was silent for a moment.
“No outsider will ever rule Mandalore,” a voice cried through the channel.
“Then you will be destroyed,” Revan said before cutting the channel off.
“General Surik,” Revan said into his commlink, “you may activate the superweapon.”
Revan watched in sick fascination as Mandalorian and Republic ships were pulled to Malachor V’s surface and crushed.
The Mass Shadow Generator turned off.
Revan collapsed to the ground in pain.
Revan knew his plan for Meetra Surik had not worked.
He watched as the remaining Mandalorian ships fled.

The Judicator:
Meetra sat slumped against the front of the bridge, looking lost.
Her eyes unfocused.
Revan turned to the iridonian.
“You have done well,” Revan put his hand on the man’s shoulder.
The iridonian looked shell shocked but nodded before departing from the bridge.
The bridge was empty, save him and Meetra.
Meetra’s eyes focused on him.
“You lied to me,” Meetra said quietly, “you said the superweapon would disable their ships.”
“It did,” Revan said simply, “I simply left out the part where it would pull them to the surface.”
“How naïve I was to believe you of all people wouldn’t lie to me,” Meetra laughed.
“Indeed,” Revan said simply.
Revan felt for her in the force, finding nothing.
Their force bond was gone.
Having someone occupy part of your mind for so long just for it to be cut off.
He felt empty.
But that wasn’t all.
Where Meetra sat, he felt nothing.
All there was where Meetra Surik sat was a void in the force.
Meetra stood up; still leaning against the window of the bridge.
“I was a fool to ever love you,” Meetra declared, “I was a fool to think you every actually cared for anything more than what I could do for you.”
Revan took his mask off; it clattered to the floor.
Meetra stumbled forwards.
Revan caught her, putting a hand on her cheek.
She leaned into it.
They kissed.
She pulled away.
Revan put his mask back on.
He handed her the Darksaber.
“You are to return to Coruscant with Admiral Carath,” Revan ordered, “return that Lightsaber to the council, it once belonged to the Jedi.”
“And what about you,” Meetra asked, “where will you go?”
Revan hoped she wouldn’t ask to join him because he didn’t think he could say no.
“To finish the Mandalorians,” Revan said, “once and for all.”
Meetra nodded before turning away from him.

Coruscant, Corusca Sector, Core Worlds:
Anaka dreamt again.
A blonde woman walked through the Jedi temple.
“Exile, Exile, Exile,” echoed through the halls, “Exile, Exile, Exile.”
A shadow followed the woman.
“Exile, Exile, Exile,” the words echoed again.
The scene shifted.
“I christen us Darth Revan and Darth Malak,” a familiar voice said, “born anew as Dark Lords of the Sith.”
The scene shifted.
She stood a different room, but still in the temple.
Where Jedi are buried when they die.
And below her lay her master; eyes shut, unnaturally still.
Her master’s eyes shot open.
“You could have saved me,” she rasped.
The scene shifted.
She saw Meetra, frozen in carbonite.
Eyes wide and mouth open, in a silent scream.
She saw Revan, trapped in a stasis field.
He looked in pain, like he was being tortured.
The scene shifted.
“The circle closes,” a voice hissed, “the end begins.”
Anaka was engulfed by darkness before she shot up, gasping.

Meetra Surik had returned to Coruscant.
Her battered fleet taken to Foreost for repairs.
Reports had come in from Admiral Dodonna that the remnants of the Mandalorian fleet had returned to their home planet.
They either surrendered or were killed.
The Mandalorians were broken.
Stripped of their armour and forbidden to return to Mandalore.
But a fate too kind to be what Revan ordered of them.
Which means he did not return to Mandalore.
She didn’t know what to make of that information.
But she was glad he had not asked for her to go with him, because she did not know if she could have refused.
When she landed, no one was waiting for her.
She walked through the temple.
Jedi looked at her and seemed in pain.
She marched on.
Opening the door to her master’s chambers, she found her meditating.
Vima opened her eyes.
“Meetra,” Vima greeted, “I could not sense your return.
“I suspected not,” Meetra agreed, “I do not know what happened, but I cannot touch the force.”
“Oh dear,” Vima paled, “let us find the Grandmaster.”

“You heard Revan’s voice pronounce them Darth Revan and Darth Malak,” Nomi asked Anaka.
“I am certain that it was Revan,” Anaka confirmed, “they have been missing since Malachor V, it could have already happened. It’s been six months since Malachor V.”
That’s when Vima burst in.
“Mother, Anaka,” Vima greeted, “Meetra has returned.”
“Grandmaster,” Meetra said quietly, “I do not know what is wrong with me, I cannot feel the force.”
“Oh, my dear,” Nomi said, consoling Meetra, “I am sorry.”
“Mother,” Vima said, “the council will want to know of her return.”
“So, tell them,” Meetra said quietly.
“There will be judgement,” Anaka said softly, “and we will not be able to protect you.”
“They will have their judgement regardless,” Meetra whispered, “no matter if it’s now or whenever. I am prepared to face whatever punishment awaits me.”
“Oh, my brave padawan,” Vima said proudly.
Meetra smiled at her.
“The council has already been informed of what occurred at Malachor V,” Anaka informed her, “they are… horrified.”
“I did not know,” Meetra whispered, “Revan lied to me. He lied to me.”

“Master Jedi,” a Republic commander ran into the High Council chambers, “Foerost has been attacked.”
“By the Mandalorians,” Anaka asked.
“No,” the Republic commander said, “it appears to be by the Malice and the Leviathan.”
Anaka sat stunned.
“Thank you, commander,” Nomi said, “you are dismissed.”
“This is undeniable truth that while we have been here discussing what to do about Meetra Surik’s actions at Malachor V, she has had contact with Revan, who has clearly fallen and orchestrated an attack on Foerost,” Vrook said.
“Meetra has not had contact with Revan since Malachor V,” Anaka spat out, “how would she have had contact with Revan? She’s been locked away ever since she returned. And we don't know who actually attacked Foerost.”

“Clearly as she has fallen, she has been using a dark side technique to remain in contact with Revan,” Vrook said.
“Oh my force shut up,” Anaka shot angrily, “how do you even stand your own voice?”
“Anger is the path to the dark side,” Atris said smugly, “clearly you have fallen just as far as Revan and Alek.”
“I’ll show you dark side,” Anaka snarled, pulling her lightsaber to her hand, igniting it with a snap-hiss.
“Master Skywalker, Master Atris, Master Lamar,” Nomi yelled, “that is quite enough.”
“This just proves we have to act on Meetra Surik’s transgressions now,” Vrook said, “she should be tried immediately.”
Anaka glared at Vrook who did not look at her, the coward.
“Those who are in favour of having Meetra’s trial now, raise your hands,” Nomi said.
Every hand shot up besides Anaka’s, Nomi’s, and Vima’s.
Nomi sighed.
“Master Skywalker,” Nomi said, “will you please go felt Meetra.”

“Do you know why we have called you here,” Vrook asked Meetra, who stood in the centre of the council chambers.
“You have called me here to answer for my crimes on Malachor V,” Meetra responded quietly.
“As Revan summoned you,” Kavar said, “so have you come full circle to return to the Jedi.”
Why did you defy us,” Zez-Kai Ell asked, “The Jedi are guardians of peace and have been for millennia. This call to war undermines all that we have worked for.”
“Is Revan your master now,” Atris asked, “or is it the horror you wrought at Malachor that has caused you to see the truth at last?”
“The truth is the Mandalorians had to be stopped, or countless more would have died,” Meetra said.
“You refuse to hear us,” Zez-Kai Ell said, “you have shut us out, and so you have shut yourself to the galaxy.”
“We feel that your true understanding of what happened at Malachor V will only happen in time,” Kavar said, “and it cannot happen here, near the battlegrounds where you fought.”
“Have we any suggestions for Jedi Knight Meetra Surik’s possible punishment,” Nomi asked.
“I suggest execution,” Atris said, “after all, she did cause the death of Master Jaina.”
“Jedi do not execute prisoners, Master Atris,” Anaka said, “but I would forgive you for forgetting that, after all, you were never a very good Jedi.”
Meetra smiled at her.
Anaka smiled back.
“How dare you, Master Skywalker,” Atris yelled.
“Meetra Surik will not be getting executed,” Nomi said, “that is final, Master Atris.”
Meetra stood still in the middle of the room.
“I suggest exile,” Vandar said, “she will not be allowed to return to the temple, and she will cease being a Jedi.”
“I suggest nothing,” Vima said, “she did what she believed was right with the information she had, and she saved countless more lives by stopping the Mandalorians.”
“Of course you would be of that opinion, Master Vima,” Vrook said, “you have always protected your padawan.”
Nomi sighed again.
“Those in favour of no punishment befalling Jedi Knight Meetra Surik, raise your hands,” Nomi said.
Only Anaka, Vima and Nomi raised their hands.
Those in favour of exile raise your hands,” Nomi said.
Every other Jedi raised their hands.
“You are exiled,” Lonna Vash said, “and a Jedi no longer.”
“There is one last thing,” Vrook said, “your Lightsaber. Surrender it to us.”
"You can have that one," Meetra said, tossing the Darksaber onto the floor, "kept by the Mandalorians, I return it to the Jedi Order."
"Enough games," Vrook snapped, "the Lightsaber you constructed."
“This lightsaber,” Meetra asked, igniting it with a snap-hiss before stabbing the ground and walking off.
Anaka ran after Meetra.
Nomi and Vima followed, but walking.
They had reached her shuttle.
“I am sorry we could not do more, apprentice,” Vima said sadly.
“We could have done more,” Nomi said.
“You did all you could Masters,” Meetra said, “that is all I could ask for.”
Meetra hugged them both.
“Be wary of Revan and Alek,” Meetra said quietly, “I believe the council was right in their assessment that Revan and Alek have fallen.”
Anaka stood silently.
Nomi and Vima left, leaving Meetra and Anaka alone.
“Does your promise still stand,” Meetra asked, “will you do it?”
“I will, I will kill Revan and Alek if it comes to it,” Anaka said quietly, “and I will make the council regret this.”
Meetra smiled sadly.
They hugged.
Meetra entered her shuttle.
Anaka Skywalker watched as Meetra Surik disappeared into hyperspace.

Chapter Text

Rekkiad, Chorlian Sector, Outer Rim:
“Are you sure it was wise to leave the fleet at Malachor,” Alek asked.
“What we are doing out here should remain between us,” Revan said simply, “no one else needs to know.”
“And what are we doing out here,” Alek asked.
Before them stood two spear like structures, jutting out of the frozen planet.
“Mandalore said something, about the Sith,” Revan answered, “I’m looking for confirmation.”
“Exar Kun died less than 50 years ago,” Alek replied, “it would not be farfetched to assume his teachings persisted. And if that’s what we’re looking for, why aren’t we on Yavin 4, where he’s said to have died?”
“Mandalore said as he died that a red skinned woman had approached his about starting the war,” Revan explained.
“A Sith pureblood,” Alek guessed.
“That is what I assume,” Revan agreed.
“He could have just sent us out here on a fool’s errand hoping we would die,” Alek suggested.
They had arrived at the two spears.
“Should we split up,” Alek asked.
“We don’t want to get separated,” Revan said, “and we don’t know what nasty surprises have been left for us.”
They entered.
Before them stood a single tomb
“Here lies Lord Dramath the Second, son of Lord Dramath of Medriaas,” Alek read aloud.
“The True Sith,” Revan said.
Revan opened the sarcophagus.
The body was missing.
All that lay in the tomb was a datacron.
He activated the datacron.
The words were mostly ineligible, but it mentioned a planet.
Nathema.
Their next destination.
Revan placed Mandalore the Ultimate’s mask in the sarcophagus before closing it.
“So the Mandalorian clans may never be united again,” Revan said quietly.
“If this is supposed to be a tomb,” Alek began, “where’s the body?”
“This sith died after the Great Hyperspace War,” Revan said quietly.
“The only people who know about this world is Mandalore, us and the Sith,” Alek replied.
“If this sith didn’t die until after the Great Hyperspace War,” Revan muttered, “only someone else who knew about this planet could have taken the body.”
“So, Mandalore was telling the truth,” Alek said.
“Did you really think his last words would be a lie,” Revan asked.
“Now what,” Alek wondered.
“We have our proof. The Sith are not extinct,” Revan answered, “they have to be stopped.”
“What about the Mandalorians,” Alek asked.
“Without the mask, they are nothing,” Revan replied.

Nathema, Chorlian Sector, Outer Rim:
They approached the planet, Nathema, a barren wasteland.
The planet colourless, without life.
But something felt off.
Landing on the surface of the planet, Revan realised what was wrong.
The planet was devoid of the force.
Utterly and completely.
Whatever had happened had stripped the force from this planet.
“What… happened to this place,” Alek asked, “Malachor after the battle felt dying, this place feels… empty.”
“I do not know,” Revan replied, “but we can’t stay here long.”
“What are we even looking for,” Alek asked, “there’s nothing here to find.”
“We go looking for something that’s left over,” Revan replied, “from whatever happened here.”
They found a datacron hidden in a chest under rubble.
It spoke about Dramath the Elder, the ruler of Medriaas.
It spoke of his rule over Medriaas and the old Sith Empire.
It spoke of a boy, who came to rule Medriaas after Dramath seemingly vanished.
That seemed no coincidence.
It spoke of the end of the Great Hyperspace War, and the Republic’s purge of Korriban and Ziost.
Then the call.
All the remaining Sith were called here.
By the ruler of Medriaas, Lord Vitiate.
And now the planet was devoid of the force and abandoned.
Forgotten.
“Whatever happened here,” Revan began, “we must assume that Vitiate did it, why, I do not know, but we need answers. Answers that we aren’t finding here.”
“This happened over a thousand years ago,” Alek said, “I doubt this Vitiate is even alive, or anyone who can give us answers.”
“No matter,” Revan muttered, “this place is not safe for us to stay on. We should leave.”
“Where would we even go,” Alek asked, “this place gave us no heading, nothing.”
“Ziost,” Revan replied, “it was the old capital before the Old Sith Empire was destroyed, if the old Sith Empire lives, Ziost is a start to look for it and find out where it went.”
“Or we could find a Sith presence on Ziost,” Alek muttered, “I’d feel better if we brought our fleet with us.”
“Whatever we find we keep between us,” Revan said, “we’ll just have to be discrete.”
Alek looked unconvinced.
“Look,” Revan said, “we know they’re out there and must be stopped. I doubt they’d risk having anything more than a minor operation on Ziost. The Republic knows about the world after all, they wouldn’t risk exposure.”
“How would we even find Ziost,” Alek asked, “it’s not like the Sith capital is public knowledge.”
“Saul Carath has been updating me of events on Coruscant. Meetra returned, the council is apparently debating what to do with her,” Revan explained, “but after Rekkiad, I got him to send all known coordinates of old Sith worlds. Ziost was one of them.”
“So that’s it,” Alek asked, “we’re just off to Ziost, to stop the remains of an ancient, dead empire?”
“We’ve already saved the Galaxy once,” Revan replied with a smirk, “after this we’ll have to start charging for our services.”

Ziost, Sith Worlds, Outer Rim:
“What a nice place,” Alek muttered as they exited the ship.
Ziost is a frozen wasteland of ruins and death.
The entire planet, frozen, frigid.
It felt like death and destruction.
It felt like Korriban.
Revan looked up and saw a giant warship overhead.
“They’re here,” Alek said shocked, “we need to leave, now.”
“We’ll be spotted,” Revan replied, “we can’t.”
Revan and Alek watched as Sith ships came into atmosphere and landed at a nearby structure.
“We need to investigate what they are doing here,” Revan said, “and find out where they came from.”
“We’ll have to wait,” Alek said, “we’ll be spotted instantly if we approach, even in the cover of night.”
Revan nodded.

Alek rested while they waited for the Sith to leave.
Revan did not.
He returned to what he had begun building in his free time since Malachor V.
Thanks to Anaka, he understood mechanics.
The body was nearly done.
He was making a droid.
An assassin droid.
He made sure that many of his opposition in the Republic died on Malachor, but what he was making, he hoped, would be able to slowly get rid of the rest of his opposition.
Whatever the war had turned them into, there was no return.
No one could ignore what had happened at Malachor, Revan had made sure of it.
Revan left the room, leaving the unfinished droid.
The sun was out and the Sith were gone.
They began the trek towards where the Sith had landed.
The cold air piercing through them as they walked.
Revan kept glancing up, half paranoid that the Sith would return.
They did not, and Revan and Alek had arrived at the structure.
It was a settlement, Revan realised.
“This looks too new to be left over from the Great Hyperspace war,” Alek muttered.
“It’s been over a thousand years,” Revan agreed, “this village should be in a state of complete disrepair or completely destroyed from the weather.”
Revan walked around, careful not to touch anything.
“They’re rebuilding,” Revan realised, “that’s why the Sith were here. They’re rebuilding Ziost.”
“What do we do now,” Alek asked.
“Return to the ship,” Revan said, “we got what we came for. They’re not based on Ziost; they likely came from where their new capital is.”
“How would we even follow them,” Alek asked, “need I remind you, we don’t know where this capital is, and I don’t want to go looking around every Sith world on that list Carath gave you.”
“We won’t need to,” Revan said, “as they’re leaving, we’ll magnetically attach the Bloody Sword to the hull magnetically as they’re leaving.”
They returned to the ship and Revan rested while Alek kept watch.
The Sith had returned by nightfall but landed in a different spot.
They were building multiple settlements.
The Sith warship still loomed imposingly above.
As the sun began to rise again, the ships began their return.
Once they had all returned, Revan and Alek began their approach.
Buckled in, Revan flipped the Bloody Sword.
“Activate in three, two, one,” Revan said, “go.”
The Bloody Sword attached onto the Sith warship and not five seconds later, the Sith warship disappeared into hyperspace, with them in tow.

Dromund Kaas, Sith Worlds, Outer Rim:
When they came out of hyperspace, what stood before them was a dark world, covered in storms.
The Sith ship began its approach and as they entered atmosphere, Alek detached them, and they landed in the swamp.
“Mark the coordinates,” Revan ordered.
Revan looked out through the swamp.
In the distance, he could see a giant spire in the distance.
It was the city near where the Sith warship was going to dock.
“What now,” Alek asked.
“I’ll go find out what I can,” Revan said, “stay with the ship.”
Alek wanted to protest.
“It’ll be easier to move as one person,” Revan explained, “and if anything goes wrong, this is our trip off this planet.”
Alek nodded, in acceptance.
“Watch for my comm,” Revan ordered, “be ready to go at moment’s notice.”
Revan descended into the swamp; his mask left behind.
The city was reminiscent of Coruscant.
Skyscrapers littered the skyline, with the vibrant lights the only thing keeping the city bright compared to the rest of the planet’s darkness.
And in the distance, above them all was a giant spire, overlooking the city.
As he skulked around, he realised he could be less inconspicuous.
Humans were few and far between, but they were still there.
No one gave him a second glance, his dark robes and armour made him fit right in.
The citizens seemed unaware that they were on a Sith controlled planet, or just didn’t seem to care.
They would fit right in on a core or inner rim planet, other than majority of them being Sith purebloods.
He caught brief parts of conversations and could now identify this planet as Dromund Kaas.
Deeper into the Sith city he went.
More brief conversations he caught seemed innocent enough, so he paid them no thought.
As he realised it was getting late, he snuck into one of the skyscrapers before finding an empty room and barricading himself inside.
Windows and doors locked, curtains pulled shut, door barricaded.
He pulled out his comm.
“Alek, its Revan,” Revan spoke into the device.
“Revan, what’s happened,” Alek asked, “are you ok?”
“Keep it brief,” Revan said.
Alek knew exactly what that meant, comms may be being monitored.
“I’m staying put,” Revan said, “you do the same. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone for, but I’ll update you in person.”
“Understood,” Alek said, the comm hissed as the connection was cut.
Revan first looked around for security cameras.
Finding none, he sat down, finally able to take the breath he hadn’t realised he had been holding in.
He would’ve felt right at home on Coruscant even if he hadn’t been there in a long time and ignoring that he was now deep in enemy territory, with little idea how to proceed.
He knew the Sith had to be stopped, but he had not seen anyone acting distinctly, Sith like.
It wasn’t like he could go around blowing up the city.
His distinct lack of information was unnerving.
All he knew for fact was that he was on the planet Dromund Kaas, a planet he did not know existed until today and that it was controlled by the remnant of the Old Sith Empire.
There was someone called Vitiate and they had maybe caused what happened at Nathema, everything else was a mystery to him.
He turned on the holotelevision and flicked the channel a few times before coming to a news channel.
It spoke of a Dark Council, who ran this remnant of the Sith.
Perhaps the Lord Vitiate he had learned of on Nathema was apart of this Dark Council.
He was getting nowhere going over the half knowledge that he had.
Revan showered before resting for the night, his lightsabers within arm’s reach.
When he awoke, he moved quickly, no need to get changed, he had slept in his armour.
Returning everything to how it had been before he arrived.
Only being on the second floor, and fearing that unlike when he had arrived, there may be sentients in the lobby, with no one below he jumped down to the ground.
Glancing around, he was satisfied that he had not been spotted.
He advanced deeper, his only heading the spire in the distance.
He spend two months doing this, learning what he could about this remnant of the Sith.
As he settled in for the night, there was a knock at the door.
Grabbing his lightsabers, he opened the door and a Sith pureblood woman stood outside.
“May I come inside,” the woman said, “I’m from next door, I thought I’d introduce myself.”
She was lying but she didn’t have to know Revan knew that.
They stepped inside.
“May I get you something to drink,” Revan asked, playing her game.
The woman’s eyes scanned the room.
Revan stood, tense, waiting.
“I know why you are here Jedi,” the woman said.
Revan’s lightsabers immediately flew to his hands.
The woman eyed his curiously.
“That is not necessary,” the woman spoke calmly, “I wish to help you.”
Revan was not expected that response.
“And why am I here,” Revan asked.
“You with to destroy Emperor Vitiate,” the woman said, “I am here to offer you my help and answer any questions beforehand.”
Revan placed his lightsabers onto the table, the woman did the same with hers.
“Who are you,” Revan asked.
“I am Yarri of the Imperial Guard,” Yarri introduced herself.
“How is your Emperor still alive,” Revan asked, “he lived during the Great Hyperspace war, where the Sith were said to have gone extinct.”
“Emperor Vitiate used an ancient ritual to sustain his life force,” Yarri explained, “at the cost of Nathema and the Sith who still followed the way of Naga Sadow.”
Revan swallowed.
A whole planets force energy, engulfed, to sustain one’s life.
If he was unsure if this Emperor Vitiate had to be destroyed, he was resolute in that fact now.
“Why help me,” Revan asked, “why betray your people and your emperor?”
“To the average citizen, Vitiate is a myth, a shadow,” Yarri explained, “the only people in direct contact with him is the Imperial Guard which I am apart of, and the Dark Council.”
“So he hasn’t been seen in a long time,” Revan asked, “and now you want to kill him?”
“He will destroy us all to satisfy his desires,” Yarri said, “the rest of the Imperial Guard is in agreeance. He must die. They are waiting for us within the Imperial Citadel. We have no time to waste.”
She grabbed her lightsaber off the table, Revan did the same.
They approached an open courtyard and before them lay the Imperial Citadel.
“Alek, come in,” Revan spoke into his comm, “Alek.”
No response.
“I’m afraid your friend is indisposed at the minute,” Yarri said before seemingly vanishing into the shadows.
Revan looked back out to the courtyard, where a red skinned man in battle armour and a black cloak stood.

Alek did a routine check of systems again.
He had not heard anything from Revan in two months.
He was tempted to comm him.
But if they were possibly being monitored, he did not want to risk it.
The swamp seemed off today, like it was trying to tell him something.
He exited the ship and three Sith purebloods stood, waiting for him, lightsabers drawn.
They had been discovered.
Alek ignited his lightsaber.
The three charged.
Alek on the defensive as the three Sith pushed forwards.
It had become like second nature to him.
Swing, block, force push, repeat.
Alek swung down, force pushing one into a tree before blocking another one.
Alek ducked as one swung where his head had just been.
Alek jumped back as one stabbed their lightsaber where he had just stood.
Swing, block, force push, repeat.
Alek force pushed one away, saber locking one and grabbing one by the throat.
One of them elbowed him in the nose, Alek staggered back as blood gushed from his nose.
Alek grabbed a tree with the force and threw it.
Two managed to dodge but one was crushed against another tree.
They advanced, fighting even more ferociously with the loss of their comrade.
Alek roared in pain as a lightsaber tore through his side.
Alek force pushed them away before collapsing to his knees.
He hissed as he placed his hand on the wound.
The Sith advanced.
Using his pain, he grabbed them with the force, throwing them against the Bloody Sword.
Alek stood up before moving the Bloody Sword with the force, crushing one under it, while the other had only their legs crushed.
Alek moved the ship back finding one dead and one crawling away with their legs mangled.
Alek advanced.
Lightsaber in hand, he kicked the Sith’s lightsaber out of their grasp.
Alek swung down, the Sith’s head rolling away from their limp body.
Alek stumbled back into the ship to find his comm buzzing.

Revan cautiously approached the man.
“Are you Emperor Vitiate,” Revan yelled, lightsabers in hand.
“I am Darth Varel, apprentice of Darth Vitiate, the Sith Emperor,” the man replied, “you are here to destroy my master. I will not let you.”
“Yarri and the Imperial Guard were more then happy to help me destroy the emperor,” Revan shot back.
“The Imperial Guard are bound to my master’s will, she was sent to lure you out into the open,” Darth Varel laughed, “she is useful. She was the one who manipulated the Mandalorians into war with your Republic. On Emperor Vitiate’s orders of course.”
Revan swallowed, hard.
“My master has known of you and your friend’s presence for a long time,” Darth Varel continued, “since your trip to Nathema. It took you longer than he anticipated for you to get here. Had a little excursion to Ziost, did you?”
Revan said nothing, just ignited his lightsabers with a snap-hiss, violet and blue blades hung at his side.
“Very well,” Darth Varel conceded, “I’ve always wanted to kill a Jedi.”
Darth Varel ignited his own lightsaber, a crimson red blade.
They circled each other, slowly getting closer.
Varel struct first, Revan blocked before jabbing forwards.
Varel blocked before swinging down.
Revan jumped back before swinging down with both lightsabers.
Varel blocked before kicking one of Revan’s hands, making him stumble back, a lightsaber falling out of his hand.
Revan blocked Varel’s next few swings before force pushing him back.
Revan used to force to shatter the windows on a nearby building before throwing the shards at Varel.
Varel managed to shield his eyes, but a few shards embedded themselves in the gaps in his armour, one giving him a nasty gash on the side of his forehead.
Blood flowed down the side of Varel’s face.
He snarled and jumped at Revan.
Revan blocked before stabbing forwards then jumping back.
As Revan jumped back, Varel swiped up, nicking Revan’s cheek.
Varel jumped at Revan again, bringing a shard of glass with him before throwing it at Revan, embedding itself into the cut on Revan’s face.
Revan blocked before swiping up forcing Varel back.
Varel turned off his lightsaber before extending his hands and a torrent of red force lightning shot forwards.
Revan barely had time to drop his lightsaber and catch it using tutaminis.
He tried to advance but found he couldn’t, but neither could Darth Varel.
The power built up before releasing and knocking them both back.
Revan and Darth Varel both rose, ready to continue as blood poured from both their faces.
“That is quite enough,” a chilling voice rang out.
Walking down to them was a man.
Not quite as imposing as either Revan or Varel, but Revan knew exactly who he was.
Revan clicked on his comm, letting Alek track him.
“Master,” Varel began, bowing.
The man held his hand up and Varel silence immediately.
The man turned to face Revan.
Revan suddenly found he was unable to move and was being lifted into the air.
Arms and legs spread, his armour was forcibly removed, clattering to the floor before the man tossed Revan.
Revan went flying before crashing into the ground.
Revan rose, ready to face whatever the Sith Emperor had for him.
Suddenly he heard a ships thrusters as the Bloody Sword came to a stop in the air.
Revan jumped, using the force to propel him higher before stumbling into the ship.
“Go,” Revan yelled, “go, go, go.”
The Bloody Sword teared out of Dromund Kaas’s atmosphere before disappearing into hyperspace.
“You let them go master,” Darth Varel asked.
“I did not need them dead yet,” Vitiate explained, “their fears will manifest into our benefit. They will destroy the Republic for us, now we will wait.”
Varel rose from his position on his knees, bowing.
“You have done well apprentice,” Vitiate said calmly, “you may return to your family.”

The Bloody Sword, Kamat Krote, Hyperspace:
Revan stumbled into the cockpit before collapsing into a chair.
“What… was that” Alek asked, holding a hand onto his side.
“The Sith Emperor Vitiate,” Revan coughed, “it was worse than we thought, he alone was the cause of Nathema. He drained the force essence of the planet to preserve his life.”
Alek looked grim, starring out into hyperspace.
“They knew we were here from the moment we landed,” Revan continued, “I fought his apprentice. I could’ve maybe won. But then Vitiate appeared.”
Revan pulled the smaller shards of glass out of his cheek.
“He picked me up like I was nothing,” Revan shuddered, “tossed me around like I was nothing.”
Revan took in a deep breath.
“The Republic is not ready for a war on the scale that the True Sith will bring,” Revan said quietly, “especially not after the Mandalorian wars.”
Alek contemplated Revan’s words.
“So…” Alek began, “what do we do?”
“The Republic needs to be remade into a machine of war that can stand a chance,” Revan said, “we must become our enemies to defeat them. We’ve already fallen. And we made so many bask in the death and destruction of Malachor V. Jedi must be converted to the Dark side. That way they are ours rather than Vitiate’s.”
“Make heading for Kashyyyk,” Revan said, “we need to find the rest of the Star maps and the Star Forge.”
“We become Sith to destroy the Sith,” Alek asked.
Revan nodded.
“You saw what they can do,” Revan said, “we have to destroy them, for the greater good. Will you join me?”
“I have never doubted you, Revan,” Alek said, “and I never will. We have no choice. For the greater good.”
“I christen us as Darth Revan and Darth Malak,” Revan spoke with conviction, “born anew as Dark Lords of the Sith.”

Chapter Text

Jedi Temple, Coruscant, Corusca Sector, Outer Rim:
Anaka sighed as the council informed her of her mission.
“We sent Jedi Master Seryn Kallor to investigate what happened at Foerost but we lost contact,” Zhar explained, “whatever happened there, whoever or whatever attacked the shipyards left quickly with most of the ships at Foerost.”
“Contact was lost yesterday,” Anaka said, “she’s hardly missing.”
“You will do as you are told Master Skywalker,” The hologram of Vrook grumbled.
Anaka rounded on him.
“If this is so important, why don’t you get off out of your chair and go do it yourself,” Anaka asked.
“My presence is required on Dantooine,” Vrook replied.
“Anaka,” Nomi asked, “will you, do it? If not, we can find another Jedi to complete this mission.”
“No, I’ll do it,” Anaka conceded.
“You will be joined by your padawan,” Nomi said, “and Lieutenant Yusanis of the Republic Navy. He is waiting for you at your shuttle. I trust it and C2-Z5 have served you well thus far?”
“C2-Z5 has been an invaluable asset,” Anaka answered.
“Collect your padawan and meet Lieutenant Yusanis for immediate departure,” Vandar ordered.
Anaka said nothing, just stood up and left the chambers.
Anaka found Ahe’a having an argument with Bastila Shan.
Anaka cleared her throat, getting both their attention.
“Master,” Ahe’a cried innocently.
“Master Skywalker,” Bastila greeted.
“Ahe’a we are leaving immediately,” Anaka said.
“Thank force,” Ahe’a muttered before glaring at Bastila and skipping to catch up with Anaka.
“So,” Ahe’a asked, “where are we going?”
“Foerost,” Anaka replied, “we’ve been tasked with investigating an attack, the disappearance of the fleet at Foroest and the radio silence of Jedi Master Seryn Kallor.”
“We’ve actually getting out,” Ahe’a asked, excited.
“Yes Ahe’a, we get to leave Coruscant,” Anaka said.
They arrived at the ship.
“Lieutenant Yusanis,” Anaka greeted, shaking the man’s hand.
“Master Skywalker,” Yusanis replied, “I am glad that it is you who will be joining me. I heard of your heroism when Onderon was liberated.”
“I’m no hero,” Anaka said, “I just did what any Jedi would have done.”
Yusanis glanced at Ahe’a.
“And who might you be,” Yusanis asked.
“I’m Ahe’a,” Ahe’a greeted brightly, “I’m Master Skywalker’s padawan.”
“C,” Anaka yelled into the ship as they boarded, “prep the shuttle for launch.”
Anaka sat down as C2 flew them out of the hanger.
“Where to Master Skywalker,” C2 asked.
“Foerost,” Anaka replied, putting her legs up.

Foerost, Foerost Sector, Core Worlds:
“Foerost command,” Yusanis commed, “this is Lieutenant Yusanis of the Galactic Republic Military, please respond.”
No response.
“I repeat. Foerost command,” Yusanis repeated, “this is Lieutenant Yusanis of the Galactic Republic Military, please respond.”
No response.
“It wouldn’t be that easy,” Anaka sighed.
They passed the sensors.
“Someone disabled the sensors,” Anaka observed.
Anaka and Yusanis looked grim.
They both knew what that meant.
“What does that mean though,” Ahe’a asked, “couldn’t they have broken them in their attack?”
“The sensors are undamaged,” Anaka explained, “which means they had the correct codes to disable them.”
“The codes are changed every week,” Yusanis continued, “which means, someone on the inside leaked the codes.”
“C,” Anaka ordered, “bring us down into the hangar.”
They made their approach.
Republic bodies littered the shipyards.
“C, guard the ship,” Anaka ordered.
There was a few men in silver armour, also dead.
They went deeper into the shipyard.
More Republic bodies littered the place, and a few more of the soldiers in silver armour.
Yusanis removed one of the soldiers in silver armour’s helmets.
He dropped it and jumped back.
“What the kriff,” Yusanis cried.
“What,” Anaka asked as she and Ahe’a ran up to where he was.
“That’s… we served together on the Malice,” Yusanis explained, “last time I saw him was when I left the Malice to return to the Republic.”
“The Malice was sighted over Foerost,” Anaka muttered, “we need to find out what happened here.”
They entered the next room.
A broken shuttle was all that was in the room, as well as more bodies.
“Ahhh,” a voice yelled, lightsaber drawn.
Anaka drew her lightsaber before pushing back their attacker with the force.
“Oh,” the woman said, “Master Skywalker, you frightened me.”
It was Master Seryn Kallor.
“Master Kallor,” Anaka replied, “you didn’t comm the council back. They suspected the worst.”
“I apologise for not comming,” Master Kallor said, “I’ve been cleaning up the bodies.”
“What happened,” Anaka asked.
“Remnants of the Mandalorians attacked,” Master Kallor explained, “and made off with the fleet at Foerost.”
Something was not adding up.
“The Malice and the Leviathan were sighted above Foerost,” Yusanis added.
Seryn Kallor frowned.
“I assure you the Malice and the Leviathan were not sighted here,” Master Kallor said, “the Rebublic Intelligence Bureau likely has incorrect information.”
Master Kallor was lying.
Ahe’a started walking around the room.
“The men in silver armour,” Yusanis began, “who are they?”
“They attacked the base with the Mandalorians,” Master Kallor said, “my guess, they are either mercenaries or new armour for the Mandalorians.”
Something was very wrong.
Anaka glanced at Yusanis.
He nodded back.
“Yusanis said that he recognised one of the men in silver armour,” Anaka said, “that he served with him on the Malice.”
Seryn Kallor frowned again.
“Um, Master,” Ahe’a called out, “I found this.”
She was holding a lightsaber.
It was not hers.
“Give it to me Padawan Kaffa,” Master Kallor ordered.
Ahe’a glanced at Anaka.
“Ahe’a,” Anaka began, “ignite it.”
The lightsaber hummed to life with a snap hiss.
A crimson red blade.
“The truth if you will Master Kallor,” Anaka ordered.
Anaka’s hand hovered over her lightsaber.
“The Sith attacked Foerost,” Master Kallor began, “the Malice and the Leviathan were here and stole the fleet.”
“Why lie,” Anaka asked.
“The return of the Sith will cause the galaxy to erupt into chaos,” Master Kallor said, “if we do not let this information leave Foerost, there will be no conflict. The galaxy will be spared another war.”
Anaka laughed; Master Kallor was insane.
Her logic was nonsensical.
“You clearly know nothing of our ancient enemy,” Anaka snapped, “if you really think that the return of the Sith will not cause war.”
“If the information does not leave then there will be no war,” Master Kallor countered, “peace will preserve.”
“This is information I cannot ignore,” Anaka said, “this will go to the Jedi Council and the senate.”
“This information cannot be allowed to leave this place,” Master Kallor said, resolutely, “you are an enemy of peace. You must be silenced.”
Yusanis was force pushed into the hull of the ship and Ahe’a was sent flying into the next room, crashing through the wall.
Anaka ignited her lightsaber.
“You must be silenced,” Master Kallor yelled, before igniting her lightsaber and attacking.
Anaka blocked before slicing Master Kallor’s hand off in one motion.
Anaka jabbed her lightsaber through Master Kallor’s torso.
Master Kallor collapsed as Anaka removed her lightsaber.
“Ahe’a,” Anaka yelled, running through the Ahe’a sized hole in the wall.
Anaka felt the back of Ahe’a head and immediately removed it as her hand was covered in something wet.
Blood.
Anaka picked her up.
She checked on Yusanis who was now sitting up.
“Are you ok,” Anaka asked.
“Yea,” Yusanis muttered, “just a concussion.”
“C,” Anaka commed.
“Yes Master Skywalker,” C2’s voice replied.
“There are soldiers in Silver armour,” Anaka began, “I need to you ID them, and check what flagship they served on during the Mandalorian wars.”
“Understood Master Skywalker,” C2 replied.
“I need you to go to the control room,” Anaka spoke to Yusanis now, “check all the security cameras, find out what actually happened here.”
“Understood,” Yusanis said, “I’ll report back when I find something.”
Anaka nodded and Yusanis ran off.
Anaka placed Ahe’a on the ground before concentrating.
She had managed to stop the bleeding, but the wound was still there.
That would have to do for now.
Ahe’a groaned as her eyes opened.
“Hey master,” Ahe’a muttered, “what happened? I feel like I got hit by a speeder.”
Anaka sighed in relief.
“You got sent through a wall,” Anaka explained, “I was able to stop the bleeding.”
“Oh,” Ahe’a groaned, “that explains that.”
Anaka went back and clipped the red lightsaber Ahe’a had found to her belt.
“I’m taking you back to the ship,” Anaka said, “rest, while Yusanis, C and I sort out this mess.”
“Master,” Ahe’a frowned, “I’m fine. I can help.”
Ahe’a tried to stand, and surprisingly managed to do so, before stumbling.
“You are resting in the ship,” Ahe’a said, “that’s an order.”
Ahe’a sighed before letting Anaka help her up, and will an arm around her, they walked back to the shuttle.
Anaka set her down on one of the beds before going to find C2.
“C,” Anaka said, “report.”
“They are all some form of Republic soldiers,” C2 said, “the common denominator between them is that they all served in the battle of Malachor V and remained with the fleet after the battle.”
Anaka frowned.
“Anaka,” her comm buzzed as Yusanis’s voice came through, “I found something. You might want to see this.”
“Understood,” Anaka replied, “I’ll be there immediately.”
“Keep checking the background on the soldiers in silver armour,” Anaka ordered before running off to find Yusanis.
Anaka entered the room.
“What did you need to show me,” Anaka asked.
“If you will look here,” Yusanis said.
A video began playing.
It was the security cameras of the proximity sensors.
Which had not gone off.
The Malice and the Leviathan appeared out of hyperspace, along with what was left of their fleet after Malachor.
But there were more ships, that were strikingly, not Republic.
“They were here,” Anaka muttered, “Revan and Alek were here.”
Yusanis changed the view.
Now the video was inside the base.
Those soldiers in the silver armour littered the video.
A group of Republic soldiers stood, disarmed and in a group.
“Darth Revan and Darth Malak have ordered us to leave no survivors,” one said, “execute them.”
The Republic soldiers were slaughtered.
The video cut off.
“C,” Anaka said into her comm, “I need you here. Now.”
“I am not finished evaluating all the soldiers in silver armours origins,” C2 replied.
“Forget it, we got what we needed to know from them,” Anaka said, “I need you here.”
C2 appeared five minutes later.
“What do you need me for, Master Skywalker,” C2 asked.
“Download the parts of the camera feed,” Anaka ordered, “Yusanis will show you.”
After downloading the parts of the video they needed, Anaka returned to collect Master Kallor’s body before they departed Foerost.

Jedi Temple, Coruscant, Corusca Sector, Core Worlds:
Anaka sat in her chair, with C2 standing by her side.
“Report Master Skywalker,” Vima said.
“There was an attack on Foerost that the Malice and the Leviathan were involved in,” Anaka reported, “there were soldiers in silver armour. C2-Z5 was able to ID the soldiers. The common denominator is that they are Republic soldiers who fought in the battle of Malachor V, and went missing the same time Revan and Alek did.”
The council began murmuring between themselves.
“C2-Z5 downloaded relevant security footage from the attack,” Anaka said, “C, play it.”
A hologram of the footage came to life.
The Malice and the Leviathan visible in the attack.
“There is more,” Anaka continued, “C, play the other one.”
The scene shifted to within the Foerost shipyards.
The group of Republic soldiers disarmed and taken prisoners visible.
“Darth Revan and Darth Malak have ordered us to leave no survivors,” one said, “execute them.”
The video cut as the Republic soldiers were fired upon.
“They have fallen,” Nomi said, “and are now Dark Lords of the Sith.”
“That seems to be the case,” Anaka agreed.
“Thank you, Anaka,” Nomi said.
“And what of Master Kallor,” Vrook asked.
Anaka sighed.
“Master Kallor wished to cover up what had happened in a misguided attempt to prevent war,” Anaka explained, “when she realised that Padawan Ahe’a, Lieutenant Yusanis and I had no intention of hiding this information, she attacked us. I had no choice to cut her down in self-defence.”
“Your actions… were justified,” Vrook conceded.
Anaka didn’t believe it.
Vrook had just agreed with her.
A Republic officer came rushing into the council chambers.
“What is it officer,” Zhar asked.
“Republic worlds have been attacked,” the officer said.
“Where” Anaka asked.
“Roche, Axxila, Gizer and Randon,” the officer said, “the Malice was sighted above Randon, and the Leviathan was sighted above Axxila.”
“Thank you for the report,” Nomi said, “you are dismissed.”
The officer bowed before exiting.
“I will converse with the Supreme Chancellor on this,” Nomi said, “but it appears that Anaka’s information and assessment are correct. We are at war. Dismissed.”

Senate Building, Coruscant, Corusca Sector, Core Worlds:
“Welcome Grandmaster Sunrider,” Supreme Chancellor Tol Cressa, “please, take a seat.”
Nomi sat down across from Supreme Chancellor Tol Cressa.
“I’m sure Lieutenant Yusanis has given you an update of what he and Master Skywalker discovered on Foerost,” Nomi asked.
“Former Lieutenant Yusanis,” Tol Cressa said, “after what he told me occurred. I spoke with Admiral Dodonna and we felt it best if he was discharged. He will continue getting paid, but…”
“You thought there would be a conflict in interest,” Nomi surmised, “with what he reported. With Revan.”
“I… yes,” Tol Cressa conceded, “that was part of it. But I want to hear the story that you got from Master Skywalker.”
“The footage Anaka showed the council, displayed the Malice and the Leviathan above Foerost,” Nomi explained, “footage inside the shipyards identified the leaders of the assault as Darth Revan and Darth Malak.”
Tol Cressa paled.
“You mean,” Tol Cressa asked.
“Yes,” Nomi spoke quietly, head down, “Revan and Alek are Dark Lords of the Sith.”
“After Foerost, the fleet was put on standby,” Tol Cressa explained, “but we didn’t think another attack would come so fast. Their fleet has become much larger than what remained after Malachor, even before Foerost.”
Nomi sighed.
“I do not know,” Nomi conceded, “Anaka noted that many of the ships were distinctly not Republic.”
“And what of the Jedi Order,” Tol Cressa asked.
“We are mobilizing for war,” Nomi said.

Fondor, Tapani Sector, Colonies:
“Lord Revan, a Republic fleet is on route here now,” an officer reported.
“Have Lord Malak intercept,” Revan ordered, “the siege is going well. Even after a week.”
“Understood,” the officer said.
The orbital shield was still up.
“Are the civilian transports ready for launch,” Revan asked.
“Yes Lord Revan,” the officer said.
The Republic fleet came out of Hyperspace.
Moments later, Malak’s fleet appeared out of hyperspace ramming into the fleet.
“Prepare the troops for landing on the surface,” Revan ordered.
Minutes later the transports launched.
“Reposition us in position to attack the Republic fleet,” Revan ordered.
The Republic fleet was obliterated and before long they had retreated.
“Malak,” Revan said into his comm, “go to Corellia, commence the attack.”
“Yes Master,” Malak replied before his fleet disappeared into hyperspace.
The planetary shield had come down.
“Launch the fighters,” Revan ordered.
Fondor had fallen.

Corellia, Corellian Sector, Core Worlds:
“Why were we sent here,” Noble Four asked.
“To prevent Corellia from declaring Contemplanys Hermi,” Noble One said.
“They won’t secede,” Noble Four replied.
“It’s not secession,” Noble One explained, “they recall all their galactic operatives in the government. Senators, soldiers, things like that. During war time or great crisis and close their borders.”
“What so we kill a few people, frame it on terrorists or the Sith,” Noble Five asked.
“We’ll do what we’re ordered, what’s required of us,” Noble One replied, “what’s necessary.”
“Just like we’ve always done,” Noble Two’s voice came through the comm, “Six and I are in position.”
“Noble Three,” Noble Three’s voice came through, “I’m in position. You want me to target a… school.”
“We’ve been tasked with preventing Contemplanys Hermi from being declared, any means necessary,” Noble One replied, “are you having second thoughts?”
“I will do what’s necessary sir,” Noble Three answered, gripping the rocket launcher tighter in his hands.
The Leviathan and a giant Sith fleet appeared in the skies above Corellia.
Fighters came out in waves.
“Stay hidden Fireteam Noble,” Noble One’s voice ordered.
“You want me to take the shot sir,” Noble Three asked.
“Wait for the landings,” Noble One replied, “their people will not let them declare Contemplanys Hermi if they think the Sith bombed a school.”
Then the landings came down.
Sith troopers swarmed the city.
The silver armour reported on the Foerost shipyards.
“Noble, hold attack,” Noble One ordered.
They watched as people ran through the streets screaming, as the Sith troopers mowed them down.
“Sir, are you sure,” Noble Two asked.
“Yes Two,” Noble One said firmly.
The Soldiers approached the school.
“Three,” One said, “take the shot.”
Noble Three steadied his hands before pressing down on the trigger.
A building went up in flames.
Three reloaded.
Another building went up in flames.
And another.
And another.
The school was nothing but fire and rubble.
“Fireteam Noble, you are being ordered to evacuate Corellia,” Admiral Hedsard’s voice rang through the comms, “you are being deployed to Onderon, there are Darth Revan sympathisers there. Deal with them.”
“Understood sir,” Noble One replied, “we’ll get there as soon as we can. One out.”
The Sith was all over the city.
“Noble we have our orders,” Noble One said, “rendezvous at the hanger.”

Eshan, Eshan Sector, Inner Rim:
“Goodnight dad,” Brianna whispered.
“Goodnight, dear,” Yusanis whispered, pressing a kiss to his daughters’ forehead, “when you wake up tomorrow my baby girls gonna be twelve.”
“I know when my birthday is dad,” Brianna laughed.
Yusanis smiled.
Ever since his… affair, the rest of his family had abandoned him.
And now with him being discharged, he could focus on Brianna.
He poured himself a drink and sat down on the couch.
Tol Cressa and Forn Dodonna could think whatever they wanted.
He was not compromised; he would never join Revan.
Not now.
Not with what Revan had become.
How had he never seen it?
He had spent four years in close proximity with Revan on the Malice.
Maybe he just never wanted to see it.
Never wanted to see what Revan had become.
He had ignored it during the war.
But some of the things Revan and Alek had done during the war was inexcusable.
General Surik had tried to contain them, tried to prevent unnecessary bloodshed and look what happened to her.
She had been made to fire the weapon at Malachor V, lost her connection to the force and exiled from the Jedi Order.
Perhaps he could have helped her.
Done more.
Yusanis sighed.
This was doing no good.
Yusanis closed his eyes for a moment.
There were footsteps and Yusanis’ eyes shot open.
He went to his daughter’s room first.
Red glowing eyes stood next to his daughter’s bed.
“My old Lieutenant,” Revan’s voice called out, “come. Sit.”
Yusanis turned.
There stood Revan, his mask on, in new armour.
“What are you doing here Revan,” Yusanis asked, reaching for the blaster behind the door.
“That is not necessary Yusanis,” Revan replied, “HK-47, stand down.”
The droids’ arms went limp, by its sides.
“Can I get you a drink, Supreme Commander,” Yusanis asked.
“That will not be necessary Yusanis,” Revan replied.
Yusanis pulled out a glass and the vibro knife stashed behind the glasses and stashed it on his belt.
He poured before drinking in one gulp.
“What do you want Revan,” Yusanis asked.
“I want you to join me,” Revan said.
“You’ve murdered people, caused so many unnecessary deaths during the Mandalorian wars, killed so many people at Foerost, Randon, Fondor and Corellia. The Revan I knew was not that man, you are Darth Revan. Even during the Mandalorian wars, I just didn’t want to see it,” Yusanis shot back.
“We are reshaping the galaxy,” Revan explained, “rebuilding it into something that is ready to face what is to come.”
“Ready to face what is to come,” Yusanis asked, “what are you talking about?”
“Will you join or not Lieutenant,” Revan asked.
Yusanis glanced at Revan, his hand at his side.
If he didn’t know Revan as well as he did, he would think nothing.
Revan was prepared for his answer.
“No,” Yusanis said firmly, gripping his vibro knife in his hand.
Revan ignited his lightsaber with a snap hiss.
Crimson red glowed against his black armour.
Yusanis stepped out from behind the kitchen counter.
“Then I’m sorry old friend,” Revan said.
Yusanis gripped the vibro knife tighter.
Yusanis charged.
Revan grabbed his hand before impaling him on his own vibro knife, then pushed his lightsaber through his torso.
“It didn’t have to be this way,” Revan muttered, “lets go HK, we’re done here.”

Senate Building, Coruscant, Corusca Sector, Core Worlds:
“You wanted to see me Supreme Chancellor,” Anaka greeted as she walked into the Chancellor’s office.
“Master Skywalker, please, sit down,” Tol Cressa replied kindly.
“What is this about, Supreme Chancellor,” Anaka asked.
Tol Cressa’s smile faltered.
“I need your opinion on something,” Tol Cressa explained.
Anaka gestured for her to go on.
“Last night Yusanis was murdered in his home,” Tol Cressa spoke quietly.
Anaka closed her eyes.
It had felt like yesterday when her, Ahe’a, C2 and Yusanis had travelled to Foerost.
Anaka felt tears coming but forced them back.
She would not show such weakness.
“What did you need my opinion for,” Anaka asked.
A holo recording started playing.
There was Revan, in new armour, standing in the shadows.
Yusanis, standing behind his kitchen counter.
Red eyes and an orange body stood rigid on the other side of the room from Revan.
An assassin droid.
They were speaking to each other, but the sound was muffled.
Yusanis stepped out, gripping a vibro knife.
Revan stepped forward; lightsaber ignited.
In one motion Yusanis was dead on the floor of his home.
The holo recording ended.
“So what do you want to know,” Anaka asked.
“You are the person that we have available that knows Darth Revan the best,” Tol Cressa replied, “he wanted Yusanis to join him, but he had to have known the security cameras were there.”
Anaka thought for a moment.
“Revan is… arrogant and prideful,” Anaka spoke quietly, “he is so sure of himself, he doesn’t care if we know what he does. Arrogant but not stupid. He wants to send a message that no one is safe. He killed Yusanis, who served with Revan for the entirely of the Mandalorian wars, not just as a soldier, as his second in command on the Malice. We cannot share in his arrogance.”
“Thank you, Master Skywalker,” Tol Cressa replied, “and what of the Jedi Order? Your master, Grandmaster Nomi Sunrider told me that the Jedi Order was mobilizing for war.”
“Many Jedi have already left for war,” Anaka explained, “Master Vima is staying behind with the younglings. My padawan and I will be leaving for Iridonia soon.”
“Thank you, Master Skywalker,” Tol Cressa said, “may the force be with you.”
“And with you, Supreme Chancellor,” Anaka replied.

Telos IV, Kwymar Sector, Outer Rim:
“Lord Malak if I can,” Saul Karath asked.
“You may speak Admiral,” Malak replied.
“I would be better served as I have been so far, a spy in the Republic military,” Saul explained, “I gave you to codes to bypass the proximity sensors at Foerost, I have kept you updated on the movements of the Jedi Order and the Republic fleet. And of course the codes of the security scanners that enabled you to disable the fleet here.”
“And you have been useful Admiral,” Malak answered, “but the Republic discovering your treachery is inevitable. You are too useful to allow to fall into enemy hands.”
“Thank you, Lord Malak,” Saul Karath said, “I have been successful in recruiting many into defection from the Republic. But I believe if I am allowed to return, I will be able to get more to defect. Including Republic operative Carth Onasi. I spoke to him before I left Coruscant, he could be useful.”
“That will not be necessary,” Malak replied, “more will defect without your influence. They will see the Sith Empire for what it is, greater and more powerful than the Republic and the Jedi Order.”
“Of course, Lord Malak,” Saul Karath asked, “but why have you called me out here?”
“You are here to prove your loyalty to myself and the Sith Empire,” Malak explained, “Telos IV will not survive today. You have the bridge, Admiral.”
“Are the turbolasers ready,” Saul Karath asked the bridge crew of the Leviathan.
“Yes, Admiral,” one of them replied.
“You may fire when ready,” Saul Karath ordered.
The sky above Telos lit up with turbolasers.
Thirty seconds.
One minute.
Two minutes.
Five minutes.
Ten minutes.
Twenty minutes.
Thirty minutes.
One hour.
Nothing remained of Telos IV, but a smoking hole in the planet.
Malak handing him a datapad.
“Well done, Supreme Commander Saul Karath,” Malak spoke, “follow these coordinates. There you will find an ancient superweapon. The Star Forge. The source of our strength. We will leave a bloody hole in the Republic. We will do what is necessary to those who may resist. For the greater good.”
"Thank you Lord Malak," Saul Karath replied, "for the greater good."

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3959 BBY

Malidris, Iridonia, Glythe Sector, Mid Rim:
Ahe’a stared up at the Republic fleet overhead Iridonia.
The Republic militia scattered across the planet, along with small groups of jedi.
Of course with her master being probably the greatest warrior the Jedi had, they had been tasked with defence of the capital city, Malidris.
It was a fact that Anaka was the greatest warrior the Jedi had at their disposal.
With her only equal being newly appointed Dark Lords of the Sith, Darth Revan and perhaps, Darth Malak.
Her Master didn’t really speak about her past, with Darth Revan or Darth Malak.
She knew that Anaka was once close friends with them, when they had been younglings, apprentices, and Jedi Knights.
When Darth Revan was just Revan Kallea and Darth Malak was Alek.
But then, they went to war against the Mandalorians, and her master didn’t.
Early into the war, she had once asked Grandmaster Sunrider, her master’s master, about why Anaka didn’t like speaking about Revan or Malak.
The Grandmaster had gotten a distant, melancholy look, and had shared her thoughts on the matter.
“The Jedi forbid attachment, but they were as close as could be,” the Grandmaster had said, “perhaps Anaka had felt betrayed or a sense of responsibility for what they became. She knew them from a young age, and she feels she bears the blame for not stopping them. Anaka has never been good at processing her emotions, so she just bottles them up. Perhaps, in that regard, I failed her.”
The Grandmaster had gotten a sad expression, so Ahe’a had left.
When she first found out she had been appointed to train under the great Master Anaka Skywalker, she had been terrified.
From a young age, it had been drilled into her that there was no emotion, but she could never fully supress her emotions.
Not that she would ever admit to it, but her and Bastila Shan were the same in that regard.
When she first met her master, Ahe’a had stood unnaturally still, projecting everything she had learned about being a Jedi.
She had gotten to know Anaka and found her, still slightly terrifying, but her Master was kind, compassionate, understanding, and patient.
To most of the other Jedi, Master Anaka Skywalker was still the cold, aloof warrior of the Jedi Order.
But Ahe’a could happily say she was part of the few that knew the true Anaka Skywalker.
Everything had slowly changed after Foerost.
When the attack on Foerost had been reported to the Jedi Order, word quickly spread that Anaka refused the idea that her friends had been behind the attack.
Then came the anger.
Ahe’a watched from a distance, as her master lashed out at the Grandmaster and Master Sunrider.
Anaka had wanted to come alone, but the Grandmaster had forced Anaka to bring Ahe’a along.
Things were different now.
During the Mandalorian wars, Anaka appeared happy, content.
Now, she appeared cold, angry.
She glanced over to where her master stood, speaking to a Republic captain, giving them orders.
There stood Anaka Skywalker, Jedi Master, cold and aloof.
Ahe’a did not approach, she didn’t want to be on the end of one of her master’s outbursts like the Grandmaster and Master Sunrider had.
So Ahe’a observed, Republic soldiers littered the city.
Republic intelligence had reported that Iridonia was a target of Darth Malak’s, so the council had sent them here.
Ahe’a looked up again, the Republic fleet above, waiting.
It was at that moment another fleet exited hyperspace.
The Sith Empire had arrived.

“Launch fighters,” Malak ordered, “target the smaller ships.”
The battle raged on before him, landing shuttles had landed and the battle on the surface raged simultaneously.
He had sent Lord Bandon, once the Jedi Knight Talon Rayth, to lead the attack on the Iridonian capital city.
The Sith Empire had punched a hole through the Republic fleet, who were barely holding on.
Malak smiled cruelly, the suffering, the death.
It was satisfying.
Malak froze.
He sensed something.
No, someone.
“Have a shuttle prepped captain,” Malak ordered, “Admiral Varjak, you have the bridge.”
Malak left the bridge, heading for the hangar.
The captain following him.
“Lord Malak, your presence is unnecessary on the surface,” the captain spoke rapidly, “the battle had only just begun. You are…”
The man began to grip his own neck as he was lifted into the air.
“I am going hunting for a Jedi,” Malak said, coldly, “but you are relieved of your duty captain.
Malak snapped the man’s neck before continuing to the hangar.
Anaka Skywalker was on the surface.
Revan would want her to see reason, to join them.
Malak wanted no such thing.
Anaka was possibly the most uncompromising Jedi in her beliefs, she would not turn.
Revan was weak to believe that she could be useful.
And he wasn’t a fool to see what Anaka joining the Sith would mean for himself.
Anaka Skywalker would meet her end on Iridonia.

Anaka cut down another Sith, and another and another.
Whatever was sent her way, met their end on her blade.
The Sith swarmed the city, fires raged in the streets.
Anaka glanced at Ahe’a who cut down multiple Sith soldiers.
Across the burning streets she spotted Alek and Talon Rayth.
Approaching her position.
“Ahe’a,” Anaka called out, “take the Republic militia and retreat.”
Ahe’a glanced at Anaka, then at the approaching Sith.
“Captain,” Ahe’a said into her comm, “take your men and retreat to a more fortified position.”
Anaka sighed, Ahe’a never listened.
“Anaka Skywalker,” Darth Malak laughed, “imagine my surprise when I discovered you were here on Iridonia.”
“Darth Malak,” Anaka greeted her old friend, “I can’t say the same. Republic intelligence had reported your planned attack on Iridonia weeks ago.”
“Of course they did,” Darth Malak replied coldly, “I had it leaked. All this death and destruction, I revel in it. Because unlike Lord Revan, I want you to resist.”
Anaka’s hand crept towards her lightsaber.
“Talon,” Anaka greeted the other man, “or do you go by something else now?”
“It is Lord Bandon,” Talon snarled, igniting his now crimson double-bladed lightsaber with a snap hiss.
Sith Troopers had surrounded them.
“Pursue the retreating Republic force,” Malak ordered, igniting his own crimson lightsaber, “the Jedi are mine.”
“Ahe’a,” Anaka snapped, “go.”
“Yes, run little Jedi,” Darth Malak laughed, “listen to your master. Or do you take after your master? Will you stand and die?”
Ahe’a ignited her two blue lightsabers.
Anaka sighed, Ahe’a had never been good at following orders.
Anaka ignited her own green lightsaber with a snap hiss.
Talon lunged at Ahe’a while Malak charged at her.
Anaka met him.
Malak swung down; Anaka blocked before pushing him back.
Anaka glanced at Ahe’a who was being pushed back by Talon.
“You need to focus on yourself,” Malak laughed, swinging down again.
Anaka rolled out of the way before force pushing him back.
Anaka force pushed Talon away from Ahe’a.
“Ahe’a go,” Anaka yelled, “that’s an order.”
Anaka was engulfed in pain as Malak attacked her with force lightning as her back was turned.
Ahe’a charged at Malak who flicked his wrist and Ahe’a went flying.
It gave Anaka time to get on her feet.
She lunged at Malak who managed to block but stumbled back.
She swung down but Malak caught her wrist.
She kicked his chest, releasing his grip.
She glanced back, not seeing Ahe’a or Talon.
“I told you,” Malak snarled, swiping up, “you need to focus on yourself.”
Anaka blocked before swinging down.
Malak blocked, getting them into a saber lock.
Malak headbutted her, sending her stumbling back.
She touched her face, blood poured from where she had been struck.
Anaka snarled, charging.
She threw her lightsaber, knocking Malak off balance.
He spun around, swing at Anaka’s side.
Anaka blocked before kicking Malak’s hand, making him drop his lightsaber.
Anaka hit him in the eye with the butt of her lightsaber.
Malak dropped to his knees, clutching his eye which now had blood pouring from the socket.
Anaka pointed her lightsaber at Malak.
She had him at her mercy.
She could do it.
End him.
Stop this war.
She couldn’t.
“Stop this,” Anaka pleaded, “come back. It’s not too late.”
Darth Malak laughed.
“You kill me, you can’t save you precious little padawan,” Malak laughed.
Anaka glanced back.
Talon, no, not Talon, Bandon, Anaka reminded herself, was duelled Ahe’a again.
But she was holding her own.
She looked back at Malak.
He gripped his lightsaber before swinging across at Anaka.
Anaka managed to avoid the attack, but her lightsaber was caught, split in half.
Malak threw her through a building with the force, hitting a metal pole supporting the building.
The buildings integrity had been damaged during the battle, the metal pole Anaka had just been sent into the only thing keeping it up.
The building collapsed onto Anaka.
Malak moved onto the padawan.
Anaka could only watch as she tried to compose herself as Ahe’a began fighting for her life against Bandon and Malak as they toyed with her.
She managed to knock Bandon back before Malak picked her up by one of her lekku’s before slamming her to the ground.
He picked her up again.
Anaka was up now, running towards Ahe’a and Malak.
Anaka felt like she was moving in slow motion.
Ahe’a and Anaka locked eyes as a thousand words left unspoken were conveyed in the brief moment.
She watched as a red lightsaber pierced Ahe’a abdomen.
Ahe’a cried out in pain before going limp in Malak’s grip.
Malak dropped Ahe’a, laughing at her lifeless body.
“No,” Anaka roared.
Bandon was sent flying into a Sith transport ship which exploded on impact.
Anaka sent the strongest wave of pure light side force energy she could conjure at Malak.
He was knocked back, flying through several buildings behind him.
Anaka cradled Ahe’a’s lifeless body in her arms.
Her sworn oath as a Jedi Master was to protect and teach her apprentice.
She had failed at both parts.
Anaka had failed.

Jedi Temple, Coruscant, Corusca Sector, Core Worlds:
Anaka stared intently at the spot where Ahe’a lay with a Jedi robe covering her body.
Vima’s arm around her, Anaka felt a tear roll down her cheek.
She let it fall, but it would be the only one she let fall.
Her master, who had returned, to speak at Ahe’a’s funeral.
“You need me right now,” Nomi had said.
Her words now were blurred into the background.
Iridonia had fallen, with her leaving after Ahe’a’s death, she expected that much.
More news had come back in her six-month absence from the war after Iridonia.
Ord Mantell, Mygeeto, Kuat, Hosnian Prime and Corsin had fallen.
This news just fuelled her anger.
Scipio, Axaxes and Alderaan had been defended, spurred on by Bastila Shan’s battle meditation.
Apparently, she was the only thing keeping the war effort from completely collapsing.
Other reports had come in on an orange droid with red eyes assassinating prominent senators.
The same one that had accompanied Revan to Yusanis’ home.
She came out of her thoughts.
The funeral was over and Ahe’a had been put to rest.
All that remained was Vima, her arm still around Anaka in comfort and Nomi.
Nomi hugged her and Anaka broke down in her arms.
Nomi guided her to the floor.
“This is my fault,” Anaka cried, “I could’ve prevented this.”
Nomi wiped a tear from Anaka’s face.
“You did all you could dear,” Nomi spoke softly.
“I-I had Malak at my mercy,” Anaka sniffled, “I could have ended it. I could have ended this all. But I hesitated. And now Ahe’a’s dead.”
“You should never fault yourself for being merciful Anaka,” Vima said kindly.
It did nothing to give Anaka peace.
“You failed,” Nomi said, “but the war isn’t over. We can make sure that Ahe’a didn’t die in vain.”
Anaka rose.
“You’re right master,” Anaka said.
Nomi smiled.
“That is my job,” Nomi laughed softly.
“They are still out there. I will make them pay, I will make them suffer,” Anaka said resolutely, “I will never hesitate again. I will never again show mercy. They will all die.”

New Cov, Churba Sector, Mid Rim:
Bastila Shan concentrated as the battle raged on.
Traitor, Saul Karath led the battle on the Sith Empire’s side.
Her battle meditation keeping the Republic from complete collapse.
They could not afford to lose New Cov.
It would give the Sith a foothold in the Southern part of the galaxy.
She concentrated harder, feeling the Republic soldiers in the battle.
She had been sent here because intelligence had reported that Revan would be coming for New Cov.
But Revan did not show up.
Saul Karath had, and he was losing the battle, thanks to Bastila.
No matter what he did, he could not seem to get the upper hand over the Republic.
“Ignore the Republic ships,” Saul Karath ordered, “target civilian populations on the surface, then prepare for retreat.”
Turbolasers tore through the capital of New Cov, Ilic, and the surrounding jungle.
Just like that, Ilic was razed, and the Sith retreated.
Bastila collapsed, breathing hard.
They had won, but at what cost?
“Was this all worth it,” Bastila muttered.
“There was nothing else we could have done,” the bridge commander of the Endar Spire assured her.
Bastila looked out at the carnage.
The Sith had disappeared into hyperspace and left death and destruction in their wake.
“What,” the Republic commander cried in outrage.
“What is it commander,” Bastila asked.
“Master Skywalker is still at the Jedi Temple,” the commander snapped, “no wonder the Republic is barely holding on. It’s been over six months since she was last involved in an engagement.”
The Endar Spire disappeared into hyperspace, heading back to Foerost.
“She… should be doing more,” Bastila conceded, she had problems with Anaka, but she had lost her padawan.
But so many other people had lost people during the war.
Not that she’d ever say that to Anaka’s face.
Anaka was terrifying.
She only spoke to her when she absolutely needed to, ignoring the time she asked Anaka for advice.
She refused to think about that time, or what she had asked.

Jedi Temple, Coruscant, Corusca Sector, Core Worlds:
Anaka awoke with a start.
Another vision, another sleepless night.
Soon after Ahe’a’s funeral, her master had returned to the war while keeping Anaka at the temple until she ordered her to return to the frontlines.
Anaka sighed, heading for the forge.
She sensed something was wrong.
She stalked through the halls of the empty Jedi Temple, heading for the archives.
There in the far corner stood the red eyed, orange droid.
The one she had seen accompany Revan to Yusanis’ home.
Anaka had left her lightsaber in her room.
The droid spotted her.
“Observation: witness spotted,” the droid spoke, “witness must be terminated.”
Grenades were thrown; Anaka rolled out of the way.
Anaka hid behind a shelf as she heard the mechanical clanging of the droid as it walked towards her.
As the droid approached where she was Anaka force pushed a desk at it.
The droid pushed the desk off of itself before opening fire.
Anaka dived out of the way but was hit in the shoulder.
Anaka hissed as she pressed her hand to the burn on her shoulder.
Anaka took a glance and immediately moved back as the droid opened fire again.
Anaka force pushed part of the floor, knocking the droid’s blaster out of its hand.
Anaka glanced at the droid again, now gripping a vibro knife.
Anaka exited her spot behind the shelf.
The droid charged, lunging at Anaka.
Anaka stepped back before grabbing the droid’s knife hand.
It grabbed her by the throat with its other hand forcing Anaka to let go.
It stabbed at her chest, Anaka grabbed the blade to prevent it, crying out in pain as blood dripped from her now cut hand.
The droid forced Anaka onto her back, one hand on her throat, one hand trying to stab her with the vibro knife.
Anaka kicked out at the droid’s leg, breaking one.
Anaka forced the knife to the floor with both hands.
The droid went to choking her with both hands.
Anaka tried to push the droid away with one hand while the other felt around for the dropped vibro knife.
She found it and gripped it in her bloody hand before jamming it into the centre of the droid’s head.
The droid collapsed onto her, releasing its grip.
Anaka gasped and coughed taking in deep breaths, clutching at her neck.
Anaka pushed the droid off of her before passing out.

Anaka awoke with Vima Sunrider standing over her.
“Why are you on the floor Master Skywalker,” Vima asked, “and why is there a broken droid next to you? Is that blood?”
Anaka glanced at her cut hand, covered in dried blood.
There was a bloody spot on the floor where her hand had laid.
“Found the droid snooping around the temple,” Anaka explained, “I took it out.”
Vima glanced at the droid.
“Where is your lightsaber,” Vima asked.
“Left it in my room,” Anaka said, “I have to go. Figure out what the droid’s purpose was here.”
“Anaka,” Vima replied, “are you ok?”
“I’m fine Master Sunrider,” Anaka snapped, picking up the droid before walking out of the archives.
“After all this time, you can call me Vima,” Vima muttered, “and I wasn’t talking about your physical wellbeing.”

Anaka hammered the droid’s leg back into shape before welding in back on.
She now worked on the head, where she struck it with the vibro knife.
She tore off the head, leaving the electrical circuits raw to the air.
She hammered and welded the head back into shape before moving on to the electrical part of the droid.
She stepped back as the droid came online.
“Statement: I am ready to serve master,” the droid said.
“You will answer any and all of my questions,” Anaka stated.
“Statement: of course master,” the droid said, “my objective is to serve my master to the best of my ability.”
“What is your designation,” Anaka asked.
“Statement: I am HK-47, assassin droid,” the droid replied.
“Who is your master,” Anaka asked, already knowing it was Revan but seeing what the droid would answer with.
“Statement: you are my master, master,” HK-47 replied, “or would you prefer mistress?”
The droid was either lying or had its memories wiped, either way she was cautious around an assassin droid, so her hand hung by her lightsaber.
“What happens to your memory core when you are compromised,” Anaka asked.
“Statement: when I am compromised, my memory core is erased to prevent my master’s secrets from falling into possible enemy hands,” HK-47 said.
Anaka sighed.
“Power down, HK-47,” Anaka ordered.
The droid’s eyes dulled and the droid’s head slumped forwards.
She was right, the droid’s memory was wiped and served no use to her.

More news had come back, this time good news.
Victories were won at Mon Gazza and Lannik, keeping large parts of the outer rim in Republic hands.
Victories had also been won at neutral Rodia and Mon Calamari, causing them to join the Republic and the war effort.
Likely targeted as they were neutral and housed shipyards.
But she was still cooped up in the Jedi Temple.
Like she had been during the Mandalorian wars.
Her master thought she needed time to grieve.
She didn’t.
She needed to get out there and make the Sith pay.
Make them pay for killing Ahe’a.
A child, too young for the battlefield.
Yet, Ahe’a was always looking for adventure.
She had been so excited to get off Coruscant.
Her childish innocence had always managed to bring a smile to Anaka’s face.
Ahe’a was the one good thing that happened to her during the Mandalorian wars.
Snuffed out by someone she had once considered a friend.
Darth Malak would die, and she would enjoy it.

Onderon, Japrael Sector, Inner Rim:
The mood in Fireteam Noble was sombre.
The war hadn’t felt real until recently.
The Mandalorian wars hadn’t felt real.
They had been dispatched sparingly.
On a Mandalorian occupied Taris, they had felt invincible.
Then in the liberation of Onderon and finally Malachor V.
They had been tasked with infiltrating Mandalore the Ultimate’s flagship.
They had come out of the encounter battered and bruised but with Revan’s presence, they never felt in any real danger.
That had changed on Corellia.
They had done what was ordered of them.
Then the Sith arrived.
Ordered to leave the planet and travel to Onderon to eliminate Sith sympathisers was made difficult with a Sith fleet looming overhead.
They had spent six months behind enemy lines disrupting communications and sabotaging the Sith platoons stationed on the planet.
When the Sith fleet finally left they made their escape.
They had made their way to a hanger to steal a ship and escape Corellia.
They found heavy resistance waiting for them.
Noble Six had been severely injured in their escape and had elected to stay behind to cover their escape.
All of Fireteam Noble watched as Noble Six and the Sith platoon had gone up in flames as Six blew up the hanger.
They didn’t even have a body to bury.
It made them feel mortal, disappointingly human.
Something their trainers had tried extensively to remove.
Human emotions were an anomaly to any of them.
They could not afford to have weaknesses such as doubt or empathy.
Made to do a mission, follow orders blindly, unquestionably.
Kill whoever they were tasked with, no matter what.
But whatever they felt now, it was alien to them.
Whatever this alien emotion was, they did not have time to process it.
“Noble One, Noble Five in position,” Noble One commed in.
“Noble Two, Noble Four in position,” Noble Two commed in.
“Noble Three in position,” Noble Three commed in.
“You have your targets Noble,” One ordered, “take them out. Leave no witnesses.”
Noble Three adjusted the scope, zooming in.
His hand steady, unshaken.
A husband and wife of Sith sympathisers.
It would be more accurate to say they were Darth Revan sympathisers.
Darth Revan had nearly died for their world during the Mandalorian wars, they perhaps saw no difference to General Revan of the Galactic Republic and Darth Revan of the Sith Empire.
They were sitting down for dinner, with two children sitting with them.
No older than seven.
He focused in on the husband.
The Republic report had said he served in the Onderonian liberation army, while the wife had been part of a terrorist organisation during the Mandalorian occupation.
He pulled the trigger.
The husband lay lifeless, a gaping hole in his forehead.
Before the wife could react, he eliminated her.
He zoomed in on the children, frozen in fear, crying.
He hesitated for a moment.
‘No witnesses,’ Noble Three reminded himself.
He opened fire on the children.
There were no witnesses.

3958 BBY

Hapes, Hapes Cluster, Inner Rim:
Darth Malak moved onto the Hapan capital world, Hapes.
He had already decimated several worlds in their society.
Yet they still refused him.
They had refused the Sith Empire passage through their territory and now they were being shown the price of resistance.
The Hapan’s had played on their isolationism and the fact they had previously denied the Republic access through their space earlier into the war.
Malak did not care.
The Hapan fleet was pathetic compared to the armada the Sith Empire had access to.
The Hapan’s had thrown everything they had at him during the sacking of Maires.
In a decisive victory over the planet, the entire Hapan fleet was destroyed.
The Republic was not coming, they could not afford to come to the defence of an isolated, neutral world, which had done nothing to help the Republic.
His fleet surrounding Hapes prevented anyone from escaping the surface.
Any who tried were swiftly destroyed.
The planetary shield had remained up.
Malak had been bombarding it for the past two hours.
He grew impatient.
“Get me a line with the king,” Malak yelled.
“Darth Malak,” the king’s voice rang through the commlink.
“You have a choice,” Malak snarled, “take down the planetary shields and Hapes will become a vassal state of the Sith Empire, or you and your society will be destroyed.”
“We have sent an envoy to Coruscant,” the King replied, “the Republic will be here any minute.”
“The Republic is not coming,” Malak laughed, “they cannot afford to come to the aid of a neutral territory that does not offer them anything.”
The king swallowed.
“What will it be,” Malak asked.
The king appeared in thought for a moment.
“After… careful consideration,” the king said, “we have decided our best course of action is to take down the planetary shields.”
“Smart choice,” Malak replied.
The link ended with a hiss.
The planetary shields began to disappear as they came down.
“Launch fighters,” Malak ordered, “have them target the shield generators and prepare the fleet for orbital bombardment.”
The fighters went down and any Hapan defence was destroyed.
The fighters returned to the fleet.
“Begin bombardment,” Malak ordered.

Alderaan, Alderaan Sector, Core Worlds:
Bastila looked out at Alderaan.
After the fall of Bilbringi, reports had come in that the Sith would try another attack on Alderaan.
This time a joint attack by Darth Revan and Darth Malak.
Admiral Hedsard and his fleet had joined the Endar Spire and the Republic fleet that was with her at New Cov to Alderaan.
Alderaan, one of the most important core worlds politically and strategically.
If Alderaan fell, it would give the Sith three different paths straight to Coruscant.
Whatever happened here could be decisive in ending the war.
Grandmaster Sunrider and Master Skywalker as well as a few dozen Jedi masters, knights and padawan were on the surface.
Sith sympathisers were becoming a problem for the Republic.
Admiral Hedsard had promised that he would soon have people onto it.
Whatever that meant.
The Malice and the Leviathan had arrived.
Republic and Sith fighters launched and began the battle.
Bastila began concentrating.

“Charge,” Anaka yelled, pointing her blue lightsaber at the approaching Sith troopers.
She jumped into the fray, killing anything she could get her hands on.
She swung down at one, before force pushing a group away.
Several of the Jedi Knights under her command tore through the Sith soldiers.
Anaka grabbed a Sith trooper by the back of their neck before slamming them down on the floor.
Blood pooled out of their helmet.
Anaka threw her lightsaber in a deadly arc, cutting down any who were caught.
She grabbed a group with the force before slamming them into the ground.
Her lightsaber returned to her hand and swung, decapitating four troopers that charged her.
She deflected a few blaster bolts, returning to sender.
The platoon was all but defeated, as she went to finish them off.
They had dropped their weapons and raised their hands in surrender.
Anaka did not care.
Picking up the remaining group with the force, she slammed them once, twice, thrice into the ground.
Their mangled, broken bodies laying on the floor, blood pooling out of their armour.
Anaka glanced up, both the Republic and Sith fleet badly damaged from the battle.
Revan’s tricks seemed to be ineffective against Bastila Shan’s battle meditation.
That was the most praise she would ever give that girl.
“Master,” Anaka said into her comm, “my position has been defended.”
“My position is secure,” her master replied, “the Sith have been routed. Shuttles are inbound to collect us.”
Anaka glanced up at the sky.
The Malice and the Leviathan as well as the rest of the Sith fleet had disappeared into hyperspace, while the crippled Republic fleet hung above Alderaan.
The battle had done nothing to satiate her anger, it still remained.

Kashyyyk, Mytaranor Sector, Mid Rim:
Grandmaster Nomi Sunrider and Master Anaka Skywalker stood at the edge of the Kashyyyk forest, while the four Republic platoons waited in the shadows of the forest, hidden by the giant trees.
The Wookiees, prepared for battle in their cities.
They had seemed on edge, but Nomi just put it down to the war coming to their planet.
She glanced at Anaka, off to the side, twisting her lightsaber in her hand, leaning against a tree.
The new lightsaber constructed after the destruction of her old one.
Designed specifically for combat, to kill.
Using the kyber crystal of Ahe’a’s lightsaber.
In that way, Ahe’a would always be with Anaka.
Nomi would be lying to herself if she said she wasn’t worried about Anaka.
It was hard not to worry about the small things to do with Anaka.
She had found Anaka when she was a small child, she had been an angry, impressionable child.
Not helped by her being a slave when Nomi had found her.
She had worried about Anaka during the Mandalorian wars.
Anaka’s visions were dangerous, so she did not want Anaka involved.
She had watched as Anaka slowly lost faith, cultivating in Meetra Surik’s exile.
She had come to terms with the fact that Anaka would leave the Jedi Order.
Anaka did not even know what it meant to love, to be human.
Nomi had tried her best, but what the order had become and how Anaka was treated by most of the other Jedi did not help.
The Jedi Order had forgotten what it meant to be a Jedi.
She could do nothing but watch.
She had tried her best to prevent it, but with most council sessions being Nomi, Vima and Anaka verses the rest of the council it was hopeless.
Then Ahe’a had perished on Iridonia.
Slain at the hands of Darth Malak no less.
Ahe’a had been a light in Anaka’s life.
She had made Anaka take a padawan to give her someone who relies on her.
She had failed to account for what would happen to Anaka if Ahe’a died.
And she did.
Anaka was all anger and rage.
Fuelled by a singular desire to kill any Sith sent in her path.
She had kept Anaka at the temple to try and get the anger to dissipate before she returned to the war.
It didn’t help, instead of dissipating her anger, it gave Anaka time to stew in her anger.
Fuelled by anger and revenge.
She glanced at Anaka again.
Bright, her presence in the force was very bright.
Anaka had always been extremely good at amplifying or supressing her force presence.
Nomi and Anaka along with the rest of the council had devised a plan to lure Darth Revan and Darth Malak out into an encounter.
Malak wanted Anaka dead, that was no question.
What Revan wanted was still a mystery to Nomi.
But he would come.
A strong Republic ally, far from the core made the incentive for the Dark Lords of the Sith to come even stronger.
So Anaka amplified her force presence while Nomi supressed her force presence to the best of her ability.
It was intense.
Every force sensitive in the galaxy would be able to sense where Anaka was.
Even non-force sensitives would be able to feel Anaka through the force, even if it were faintly.
The Malice had arrived.
But Nomi could sense Darth Revan and Darth Malak up there.
A shuttle came down as well as troop carriers.
They landed at the edge of the water.
She refused to look back at the Republic soldiers, hidden by the trees.
Something felt wrong.
Blasters went off but the Sith Soldiers had not opened fire.
The Wookiees had betrayed them.
The Sith Soldiers charged, going straight past them.
Anaka pushed off the tree, holding her lightsaber.
Nomi gripped her lightsaber tightly in her own hand.
They met the approaching Sith Lords.
Anaka’s eyes cold.
Darth Malak’s eyes burned sith yellow.
Darth Revan’s eyes hidden behind his mask.
Lightsabers were ignited; two crimson, one purple, one green and one blue, and the battle began.
Nomi attacked Malak, not letting him or Anaka go at each other.
She let Malak go on the offensive.
Nomi simply blocking each and every attack, letting him tire himself out.
Anaka and Revan attacked each other ferociously.
No words said between the old friends.
Anaka did not let him speak, not wanting to hear a word out of his mouth.
Attack after attack, the other blocked.
Neither having an advantage.
Anaka jabbed her lightsaber at him.
Revan knocked it away before swinging down.
Anaka brought her lightsaber around, blocking.
Anaka force pushed him away before whipping up a sandstorm with the force and throwing it at Revan.
Revan pulled water towards him with the force and threw it at the sandstorm.
They charged at each other again getting into a saber lock while Anaka grabbed his other hand.
Revan headbutted her.
Anaka kept hold of his hand to prevent her from stumbling back.
She grabbed his mask before tearing it off his face.
His eyes were strikingly as they always had been.
Not sith yellow like Malak.
Blood poured down both Revan and Anaka’s face.
Revan snarled before shooting force lightning at her.
Anaka caught it before sending it back at him.
Revan rolled out of the way, the redirected force lightning exploding behind him.
Anaka glanced at her master, her and Malak were off to the side.
Nomi’s greyed hair catching in the sunlight.
She would appear fine to most, but Anaka knew the truth.
Age was catching up to her.
She was in her early seventy’s now.
Her prime as a Jedi left behind her.
Anaka looked back to Revan.
He swung down with both lightsabers.
Anaka blocked before kicked his chest making him stumble back.
As he fell back Anaka swung out, slicing his purple lightsaber in two.
Revan dropped the pieces of his broken lightsaber.
He snarled before charging forwards.
Anaka blocked.
Revan grabbed her head before slamming her to the ground.
He stood over her but appeared to hesitate.
Anaka took the hesitation to force push him back, watching him slam into a tree.
Republic ships had started to land to bring the retreating Republic troopers off of Kashyyyk.
Anaka took another glance at her master.
She had been disarmed, blood pouring from her forehead, on her knees.
Malak had a cut on his face, millimetres from his left eye, face bloody.
Nomi had caught Malak’s lightsaber with tutaminis.
Anaka ran forwards, but yet again she felt like she was running in slow motion.
Malak grabbed Nomi by the hair before throwing her to the ground.
He slammed his foot into her head.
He picked her up by her hair.
Nomi smiled softly, as Anaka kept running.
Darth Malak’s crimson lightsaber piercing through her, but she did not cry out in pain.
Nomi Sunrider disappeared into the force as her cloak fell to the ground.
“You are going to die,” Anaka screamed, lightsaber ignited.
She swung, knocking Malak off balance before swinging down on his right arm, slicing through it.
Darth Malak’s arm fell to the floor.
Sith troopers swarmed the area at they attacked the retreating Republic troopers.
“General Skywalker, we need to go now,” one yelled.
Anaka ignored them.
Malak snarled; his lightsaber gripped in his left hand.
Anaka swung down; Malak blocked.
Anaka spun around before swinging again.
Malak blocked, getting into a saber lock.
Malak headbutted her.
Anaka stumbled back.
Malak swung up as Anaka stumbled back.
Her left arm was severed right before her elbow.
Anaka ignored the pain before force pushing Malak away.
She moved to follow him before Republic soldiers grabbed her.
The area had been overwhelmed by Sith soldiers.
“No,” Anaka cried, “I’ll kill you. I’ll kriffing kill you Malak. You hear me. I am going to make you suffer.”
The Republic ships left, and Anaka passed out.

Coruscant, Corusca Sector, Core Worlds:
Anaka awoke.
She glanced at her left hand.
A mechanical prosthetic attached where her hand had once been.
Her injuries healed.
But she felt nothing.
She felt empty.
She had failed another person close to her.
Possibly the closest person to her.
The one who had always been there.
She had found her twenty-three years ago in that wretched shop on Kessel.
Her mother in all but name.
She was gone because Anaka failed.
Failed yet again.
Anger filled her.
All that was left of her broken soul was anger.
She exited her room in the medical wing.
“Trooper, how long has it been since Kashyyyk,” Anaka asked a passing trooper, “and where are we?”
“We just arrived above Coruscant, General Skywalker,” the trooper said, looking grim, “you spent the week trip unconscious. In bacta, then you had a prosthetic attached.”
Anaka nodded.
She took a shuttle and headed for the Jedi temple.
She stumbled through the Temple, needing to see one person.
She found her teaching a class of younglings.
“Anaka,” Vima said, confused.
Anaka didn’t dare look Vima in the eyes.
“All classes for the rest of the day are cancelled,” Vima said to the younglings.
They all cheered as they rushed past Anaka.
“Anaka, what happened,” Vima asked, worried.
Anaka collapsed to the floor, leaning against the wall as tears rolled from her eyes.
She tell them fall.
“Nomi’s dead,” Anaka whispered, “I couldn’t save her. It was my fault.”
She watched as a tear rolled down Vima’s cheek.
Vima joined her on the floor.
“It’s not your fault,” Vima said softly, “she knew what she was doing, and what could come with it.”
That did nothing to make Anaka feel better.
“You know what I remember about mother,” Vima asked, “a conversation we had. There was a force sensitive child reported on Kessel. Twenty-three years ago. After she returned, many things were said.”
Anaka remained silent.
“A strange angry child, just wanting to leave a cruel place,” Vima continued, “later, she once said to me that she loved you. That she considered you her daughter, just as much as me.”
Anaka smiled sadly.
“So we are here, as the two daughters of Nomi Sunrider,” Vima said, “grieving our mother.”

Anaka sensed a familiar presence in the temple.
How dare he, how dare he come back here.
How dare he come now.
Anaka walked into the Jedi Council chambers, floor still cracked from where Meetra’s lightsaber had been stabbed.
Revan sat in the Grandmasters seat.
Anaka gripped her lightsaber.
“I’m not looking for a fight, An,” Revan said.
“How dare you,” Anaka screamed, “complicit in the murder of my master, now here you are sitting in her chair. What? Do you want to mock her? Come to gloat?”
Revan removed his mask.
He looked defeated, sad.
How dare he.
How dare he be sad about Nomi Sunrider’s death.
“I… I didn’t want it to be like this,” Revan whispered, “she meant a lot to me too.”
Anaka laughed.
A humourless, cruel laugh.
“You cared about her,” Anaka laughed, “don’t lie to me Revan. You never cared, you only cared about what she could do for you.”
Revan looked down.
“No matter what you think, An,” Revan replied, “I did. I didn’t want it to be this way. It didn’t have to be this way.”
“You have no right to call me that,” Anaka snapped, “not anymore. Especially not now.”
Revan looked up at her.
“I just wanted to return her things to you Anaka,” Revan said quietly.
He threw Nomi’s Jedi robes and her lightsaber on the floor in front of him.
“Go to hell Revan,” Anaka snarled.
Anaka ignited her lightsaber.
Revan said nothing, igniting his lightsaber before using it to shatter the window and jumping out.
A shuttle was waiting to catch him.
Anaka watched Darth Revan, once her friend, leave Coruscant.

Star Forge, Rakata Prime, Unknown Regions:
Malak stood, waiting for him.
“Where have you been Master,” Malak asked, a metal arm replacing where his organic arm had once been.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Revan snapped.
Malak’s eyes glowed Sith yellow.
He had tried to prevent either of their corruption by using the Star Forge sparingly, but clearly Malak had failed to heed the Rakatan’s warnings.
“Nomi Sunrider’s death was not part of our plan,” Revan said.
“She would never have joined us, she had to go,” Malak replied.
“No she didn’t,” Revan snarled, “she could have been useful.”
Malak laughed.
“You are weak, master,” Malak growled, “weak for our former friends. Soft for a pretty face. Weak for a woman with blonde hair and a pair of blue eyes. Weak for one lone Jedi who refused to follow you. Clinging to the memory of the one who would not follow you over the edge. What was it I asked when HK-47 was made? She could be a threat; she should be eliminated. What did you say to that?”
“Without the force, she’s already dead,” Revan said quietly.
“Perhaps when I am the master, I will go and kill her myself, I will enjoy making her scream,” Malak laughed, “how did you explain the Sith? There should be only one master and one apprentice. One to embody the power and one to crave it.”
Malak ignited his lightsaber.
Revan did the same.
Once this activity may have been fun for them.
Back at the temple when they would spar.
But there was nothing fun about this.
White hot anger coursed through him.
Malak charged.
In one decisive blow, Revan had cleaved Malak’s jaw off.
Malak collapsed to the floor, groaning, and writhing in pain as blood spilled out of the wound.
‘Do it,’ the dark side whispered to him, ‘finish him.’
Alek had once been his equal in combat.
Bested twice by Anaka in combat thoroughly, that was no longer the case.
He hesitated because he had wanted Anaka on his side, but after Kashyyyk and her reaction to him in the Temple had proven that was impossible now.
He looked down on where Malak lay on the floor.
It was just one more death upon the millions that Revan had killed.
But this man had once been Alek.
Revan remembered back to the temple when they were children.
In the forge, Anaka worked, while Revan and Meetra would chase each other around and Alek would stand and laugh at them.
Alek, who would act foolishly, purposely bump into people or things to get a laugh out of Revan, Meetra, and Anaka.
He could have killed one more time to protect the woman he loved.
Even if she probably didn’t love him anymore.
She would be disgusted in him.
But she would not want his death.
Even if Alek had been lost a long time ago and all that remained was Darth Malak.
“Remove him from my sights,” Revan snapped, “he still has use.”
He remembered when they were kids, he and Meetra staring out into the Coruscant skies.
They would make shapes with their hands and ignore whenever their arms would brush up against each other.
A war that seemed a thousand years away had come to destroy their relationship.
Malachor V had been the end.
She was meant to die at that wretched planet.
Get rid of the last piece of his humanity, the last thing holding him back.
Her absence left a hole in his heart.
Perhaps it was better this way.
So he wouldn’t have to see her die in his arms.
After Malachor V, he considered asking her to join him.
But he didn’t.
She followed him to the abyss, and if he asked, she would have joined him.
But he loved her too much to ask that.
She followed him to the end until she could go no further and only then did, she walk away from him.
Perhaps with her by his side, the war would already have been won.
They would have been unstoppable.
But she wasn’t.
And if she could turn her back on the war, the Jedi and him, then he could see this out to the bitter end.

Jedi Temple, Coruscant, Corusca Sector, Core Worlds:
The funeral of Nomi Sunrider was a grim event.
All the Jedi recalled to the temple to pay respect to the Grandmaster of the Jedi Order.
Anaka did not speak.
She did not think she could.
Her voice hoarse and her eyes having no more tears left to cry.
Vima spoke, but her voice was shaky.
Vima was stronger than Anaka ever was.
Her mother was dead, and she spoke because Anaka refused to.
She hated herself.
Watched her apprentice die right in front of her because she showed mercy.
And because of that, now her master, her mother was dead.
Her hands closed into fists.
Her nails digging into her palms.
No body to bury, Nomi Sunrider had faded into the force upon death.
At Ahe’a’s funeral all she had felt was anger.
Here, she just felt emptiness.
The anger was there, but she just felt empty.
She had left her lightsaber in her room, because she feared that if Vrook or Atris said something she might actually kill them.
No Nomi Sunrider to placate her anger towards them.
Every Jedi went to pay their respects to Grandmaster Nomi Sunrider, a warrior, a kind soul.
Death did not deserve her, she was too good a person, a jedi, a human being, to die.
All the Jedi cleared the room, all that was left was Vima and Anaka.
Anaka collapsed, no more tears left, but she cried.
For the loss of her master, her mother, taken too soon.
She felt Vima lead her out of the room, and they made their way to Anaka’s room.
“I… Revan was here a few nights ago,” Anaka said quietly, “he returned mothers cloak and her lightsaber. I thought you should have it Master Sunrider.”
“Please, it’s Vima, after all this time, and especially now,” Vima said softly.
Vima took Nomi’s lightsaber but gave Anaka the cloak.
“One thing each for the daughters of Nomi Sunrider,” Vima spoke sadly.
Anaka pulled Nomi’s cloak over her armour.
“I’ll always be here for you Anaka,” Vima said, “you know that right?”
“I… thank you,” Anaka replied, “Vima.”

Sernpidal, Dalonbian Sector, Outer Rim:
Bastila tried to ignore the battle as the Jedi strike team successfully infiltrated Darth Revan’s flagship, the Malice.
From what the Jedi strike team had told her, Anaka was leading the battle, as well as Admiral Hedsard.
A little deceit from Anaka had left the Sith unprepared for her involvement.
Admiral Dodonna had taken the Judicator and Anaka’s fleet to Alderaan, as there had been terrorist attacks from Sith sympathisers.
While Anaka had taken Admiral Dodonna’s fleet to this battle.
When the Judicator was reported above Alderaan, the Sith thought Anaka was preoccupied.
Admiral Hedsard, had again, assured her and high command that his people would deal with it.
Then, now Supreme Commander Saul Karath had arrived above Alderaan.
They met heavy resistance, as Bastila and the other Jedi that had accompanied her cut down the Sith as they made their way to the bridge.
A Republic platoon that had joined them had spread out and were securing the Malice.
They moved deeper into the Malice.
She had immediately agreed to the mission.
She thought she was the best option for the mission, besides Anaka Skywalker.
But the council did not elaborate on why Anaka would not be joining them on the Malice.
Bastila had to remind herself that she had to be prepared for anything, she was dealing with a Sith Lord.
She would not let her ego get the better of her like it had many times.
She cut down a sith acolyte.
They had arrived at the bridge.
Revan was force choking a Republic soldier.
He glanced at them before snapping the soldier’s neck.
Revan ignited his lightsaber.
He attacked.
He knocked her off balance before force pushing her away.
The other Jedi were massacred.
Revan stabbed one in the chest, decapitated another.
He dodged and rolled out of the way of another attack.
He used force lightning on another, scarring their body with horrible burns.
He jumped at another, blocking before jamming his lightsaber through the Jedi’s head.
He was forced back.
Bastila rejoined the battle.
“You cannot win Revan,” Bastila cried.
He moved his lightsaber into a defensive position.
The Malice was rocked by turbolasers.
Revan collapsed and the four Jedi left around Bastila were all killed.
The Leviathan had fired on the Malice.
Malak had betrayed Revan.

Chapter Text

Alderaan, Alderaan Sector, Core Worlds:
They landed on the surface of Alderaan, hidden in the wilderness, on the outskirts of Aldera, the capital.
“We’re dealing with more Sith sympathisers,” Noble One explained, “reports of sabotage on the rebuilding efforts after the Second Battle of Alderaan.”
Fireteam Noble moved through the wilderness.
“We’ll deal with the civilian sympathisers, they were reported on the outskirts of the city,” Noble One said, “then we move into the city to take out Senator Organa. He’s an alleged sympathiser himself. Any questions?”
One looked at Noble Three.
Three said nothing.
“Good,” Noble One said, “we’ll deal with any witnesses when it comes to it. We are ghosts as Admiral Hedsard has reminded us, several times.”
They kept walking, keeping a wide berth from each other, keeping hidden under the trees, to avoid being spotted.
The existence of Fireteam Noble was one of the Republic Military’s closest guarded secrets.
Little knew of their existence, General Alek and General Revan had known, as well as Admiral Karath.
Supreme Chancellor Tol Cressa, Former General Surik, and Admiral Dodonna.
Only Admiral Hedsard and their former trainers knew how Fireteam Noble was created.
War orphans given a chance to serve, with grand promises of avenging their dead families, of revenge.
Noble One’s family slain by Naddists, a cult who followed the way of the former Dark Lord Freedon Nadd, in the Freedon Nadd uprising, he had been born 41 years ago.
Noble Two’s family slain by followers of Exar Kun, shortly after the end of the Great Sith War, she had been born 39 years ago.
Noble Three’s family slain by Mandalorian’s on Dxun, after being part of a group led by Jedi Master’s Kallea, that had hunted down Mandalore the Indomitable, he had been born 38 years ago.
Noble Four’s family killed by sympathisers shortly after the end of the Great Sith War, in a terrorist attack, he had been born 36 years ago.
Noble Five’s had perished in a freak accident on the very planet they now walked, later proven to be caused by the Mandalorians and the Sith, he had been born 42 years ago
Noble Six’s had died in the attack over Coruscant by the Sith and the Mandalorians, he had been born 38 years ago.
Only Admiral Hedsard, who was the one person they took direct orders from knew their true purpose and their origins, having all been recruited by him personally, back when he was a Republic Commander.
Deal with threats to the Republic, by any means necessary, no matter who or any caught in the crossfire.
Admiral Hedsard’s belief was that any threat to the Republic, internal or external, had to be dealt with quickly and efficiently, nearly any sacrifice deemed necessary to preserve the stability and integrity of the Galactic Republic.
That had been the Mandalorians during the Mandalorian Wars, and then the Sith in the outbreak of the war they were now fighting.
It had transformed into Sith sympathisers like they had done on Onderon, and preventing internal issues like they had done on Corellia.
They had arrived at the sight of the reported sympathisers.
A few dozen houses, on fire, corpses littered the area.
“Noble, spread out, survey the area, find survivors,” Noble One ordered.
Blaster burns littered the ground and the buildings, the ground lay barren, nothing but dirt.
“One,” Noble Two yelled, “you need to see this.”
Noble One ran over.
He studied the burns that Noble Two pointed to.
“Lightsaber burns,” Noble One asked.
“Yea,” Noble Two muttered, “the Sith are here.”
“How could this have happened without the Republic knowing,” Noble Four questioned.
“They’ve probably been here since the Second Battle of Alderaan,” Noble Five said, “hiding. Maybe even being helped by Senator Organa.”
Noble One looked out towards the city of Aldera.
Suddenly, a Sith fleet appeared above Alderaan.
Fighters and Trooper dropships headed to the surface.
The planetary shields remained down and the Alderaanian defence fleet had suspiciously been called into repairs today.
That was enough proof of Senator Organa’s betrayal.
Or at least would let Admiral Hedsard justify Organa’s execution.
“We’ll go to Aldera, and deal with Senator Organa’s treachery,” Noble One ordered.
Moments later, the Judicator appeared above the planet.
The Sith fleet outnumbered the Republic three to one.
The battle was brief, the Republic fleet being badly damaged.
Fireteam Noble moved closer to the capital city.
The Republic fleet had been obliterated, the Judicator, badly damaged had managed to flee with the remaining fleet.
Fireteam Noble and the few scattered Republic soldiers who had managed to get onto the surface were alone.
“Noble come in,” Admiral Hedsard’s voice rang through their comms.
“Noble One Admiral,” Noble One reported in.
“What is the situation on Alderaan,” Admiral Hedsard asked.
“The Judicator and the Republic fleet fled, most of the fleet was destroyed” Noble One reported, “Alderaan is all but lost.”
“I will head there from Sernpidal,” Admiral Hedsard replied, “the Jedi Council’s ploy worked. Darth Revan is dead.”
Fireteam Noble were silent at that information.
Many in the Republic would think that would mean the war would turn in the Republic’s favour.
“What are our orders,” Noble One asked.
“Eliminate Senator Organa,” Admiral Hedsard said, “evacuate his brother, he is staunchly pro-Republic. Continued Alderaanian existence may only be possible with his help. Hold off the Sith until my arrival then wait for further instruction.”
The comm cut out.
“We’ll move to eliminate Organa,” Noble One ordered, “then we figure out how to best deal with the Sith.”

Jedi Temple, Coruscant, Corusca Sector, Core Worlds:
Anaka felt numb.
Darth Revan had been assassinated above Sernpidal, the Malice going out in a giant fireball.
She had seen Malak fire on the Malice.
Bastila Shan had been the only survivor.
Her hatred of Darth Malak grew.
After all Revan had done, why did she still care?
Sure Revan had been complicit in the murder of Nomi Sunrider, but he didn’t strike the killing blow.
He had spared her life in the battle.
He had hesitated.
She didn’t know what to do with that information.
A new hatred of Bastila Shan grew.
She had disliked the girl when they were both younger.
She hadn’t thought much of Bastila Shan when they first met.
Bastila had been an arrogant, annoying child.
A child prodigy, much like Anaka, but where Nomi Sunrider had made sure Anaka had no ego, the same could not be said for Bastila Shan.
Ahe’a had vehemently hated Bastila.
Anaka now shared in her former apprentice’s view.
If Anaka knew what Bastila would end up doing, she would have ended her where she stood when they first met.
Her hatred festered.
Of Darth Malak, for killing her master and apprentice, two of the few people she had left that she truly cared about.
Of Bastila Shan, for killing Revan, someone who had once been a dear friend.
Of the Jedi Council, for exiling Meetra Surik, for sending Ahe’a and her mother off to their deaths.
But most of all, her hatred of herself.
The only common denominator between everything was Anaka.
She should have done more to protect Meetra, from the council, from Revan, from everything.
She had spared Darth Malak, and he had killed Ahe’a for her lack of action.
She had not been good enough and Darth Malak had struck down her master, her mother.
She had seen the events that transpired on the Malice the night before she had left for Sernpidal.
Bastila Shan standing over a dead Revan, the bridge of the Malice burning.
And she had done nothing.
After everything, she still cared.
She hated herself for still caring.
She had somewhat managed to mentally separate Alek, the boy who used to make Anaka laugh by acting like a fool, and Darth Malak, the Sith Lord that had murdered millions.
She had never fully been able to separate Revan Kallea, the boy she had met twenty-one years ago in the forge when she had been a small child, and Darth Revan, the tyrant, the scourge of the Republic and the Jedi Order.
Revan Kallea, Jedi Padawan, her best friend, Revan the Butcher, bane of the Mandalorians and Darth Revan, Dark Lord of the Sith were the same person.
No matter how hard she tried, she could never fully separate them.
It must have been always in them.
People don’t change.
People can’t change.

Aldera, Alderaan, Alderaan Sector, Core Worlds:
“Noble in position,” Noble One asked.
“This is Noble Two and Noble Five,” Noble Two replied, “all exits from the Organa estate are blocked. You and Four are cleared to pursue Organa.”
“This is Noble Three,” Noble Three commed in, “Senator Organa and his family are inside, but I do not have a visual.”
Noble Three zoomed in his scope, trying to spot the Organa family.
“That’s fine Noble Three; the glass is most likely reinforced. Do not take the shot,” Noble One said, “and the Sith?”
“They’ve increased patrols, but they seem to be leaving the Organa building alone,” Noble Three answered, “our only way out of the city most likely is Organa’s shuttle.”
“Understood,” Noble One said, “Two, Five I need you up here.”
Noble One got a grunt as an affirmative.
A minute later Noble Two and Noble Five came out of the elevator.
“Jam it Two,” Noble One ordered.
Noble Two pried open the panel and messed with it a bit before the elevators went slamming down to the ground floor.
“Noble Three, any visuals,” Noble One asked.
“Only brief glimpses,” Noble Three answered, “they’re preparing to leave.”
“Understood,” Noble One said, “Five, blow the door.”
An electronic charge was placed on the door.
It went off with a small pop.
Electricity engulfed the door before it slammed open.
They entered the building, Noble Five leading, Noble One and Noble Two in the middle with Noble Four bringing up the rear, watching behind.
“Three,” Noble One said into his comm, “watch the door to the landing pad. Open fire if they try to leave.”
“Understood sir,” Noble Three answered.
They went deeper.
Noble One gestured for them to stop.
They had come across their first separate room.
“Two, open the door,” Noble One ordered, “Five, get the concussion grenades ready.”
Noble Four still watched the rear, Noble One now watching the front, while Noble Two and Noble Five got in position.
The door swung open and Noble Five threw a concussion grenade in, Noble Two quickly shut the door.
“Nothing,” Noble Two muttered.
“One, the Organa’s are in the living room,” Noble Three’s frantic voice came through the comm.
Noble One, Noble Two, Noble Four and Noble Five quickly rushed to intercept the Organa’s.
“Freeze senator,” Noble One said coldly as Fireteam Noble fixed their blasters on the Organa family; Senator Organa, his wife, and two children, a boy and a girl not any older than six years old.
Senator Organa put his hands up in surrender.
“Grab the wife and kids,” Noble One ordered, his blaster rifle still fixed on Organa’s chest.
Noble Two, Four and Five grabbed one each spreading them out across the room.
Noble Two, gripping the daughter’s arm tightly in one hand, blaster pistol in the other hand, pressed firmly against the girl’s temple.
Noble Four, holding the son in place by his hair, vibro knife resting against the boy’s cheek.
Noble Five, arm firmly around the wife’s neck, holding her against his chest.
“Camera’s,” Noble One said, before Fireteam Noble took out all surveillance.
Noble One turned to face Senator Organa again.
“Sit down,” Noble One ordered, pointing to the couch.
“Y-you want money,” Organa stammered, “I have loads. Anything, i-it’s yours.”
Noble One looked down in disgust.
“You can do something for me,” Noble One said coldly, “where is your brother?”
That was not what Senator Organa expected to hear.
“My brother,” Organa asked, “I don’t know.”
Noble One sighed.
“Noble Five,” Noble One ordered.
A blaster went off.
Laying at Noble Five’s feet was Senator Organa’s wife, with a smoking hole in the side of her head.
“Mama,” both children cried out, trying to break free of Noble Two and Noble Four’s grip.
Senator Organa just stared at the spot where his wife lay.
“Do you want that to be your children,” Noble One asked coldly, “try again.”
Senator Organa spared a glanced at his children.
“It’s going to be ok kids,” Organa spoke softly.
“It most certainly will not,” Noble Two muttered, “unless you tell us where what we want to know.”
“Where is your brother,” Noble One asked again.
“The Sith took him when they arrived,” Senator Organa said shakily, “all I know is they took him off world.”
“Where,” Noble One asked.
“T-they wouldn’t tell me,” Senator Organa said.
He was a very bad liar.
Noble One sighed again.
“Noble Four,” Noble One ordered.
Noble Four pressed his vibro knife into the boy’s neck.
Blood spewed out, spraying against Noble Four’s armour.
He let the boy fall.
“All of this could have been avoided if you told me what I need to know when I asked the first time,” Noble One muttered.
The boy still twitched and spasmed at Noble Four’s feet as blood covered the spot where he lay.
Noble Four bent down to remove the bloody vibro knife from the boy’s neck.
“Off world,” Noble One asked, “where?”
“They said a black site prison, off the books,” Senator Organa said, “that is all they told me. I swear on my life.”
Senator Organa really was a terrible liar.
Noble One did not sigh this time.
“Noble Two,” Noble One ordered.
Noble Two hesitated, her grip faltering before she pulled the trigger.
Another blaster went off and Organa’s daughter lay at Noble Two’s feet.
“You know,” Noble One commented, “you weren’t a part of our mission. It was simple extraction. Find your brother and bring him to Coruscant. It didn’t matter to Admiral Hedsard what happened to you. If you told us what we need to know, you would be sitting pretty, with an alive family, on a most likely Sith controlled Alderaan. Well, sitting pretty until the Republic inevitably win this war.”
Noble One’s comment on Organa not being part of their mission was a lie.
Admiral Hedsard’s command had specifically included eliminating Organa.
Fortunately, Noble One was an exceptional liar.
“Shall we try again,” Noble One asked.
“T-they mentioned the planet Mustafar,” Senator Organa stammered.
At last, Organa was telling the truth, and his usefulness had come to an end.
It was time to finish the mission.
“So you’ll let me go,” Senator Organa asked hopefully.
“You see Senator Organa,” Noble One said, “I lied before. You were our first mission objective. Your elimination. I just needed information on where your brother was. But your family’s death was not part of the mission. Their blood is on your hands. Admiral Hedsard sends his regards.”
Noble One pressed down on the trigger and Senator Organa was dead.
“Lets go Noble,” Noble One ordered, “head for Organa’s shuttle.”
Noble One exited first, followed by Noble Five, then Noble Two and finally Noble Four.
“One have we got an update on directives from Admiral Hedsard,” Noble Two asked.
“Negative, Admiral Hedsard’s been radio silent since the Sith arrived,” Noble One replied, “they might be blocking comms off world.”
“We should try get a comm out,” Noble Two said, “update him and ask for new orders.”
They ran down the path, heading for the landing pad.
“Three, we’re coming to you, prepare for extraction,” Noble Two said into the comm, “then we’ll…”
A blaster bolt tore through the side of her head, dead instantly.
Noble Four caught her and she fell.
“Two,” Noble One yelled.
Fireteam Noble fired on the Sith dropship where the sniper had shot from
The ship began to fly away, taking Noble Two’s killer with them.
A blaster bolt shot across the sky, the Sith sniper stumbled before falling out of the dropship.
“I got him Noble,” Noble Three’s voice rang through the comm, “for Two.”
“Stand by for extraction,” Noble One said, “we’ll be with you as soon as possible.”
“Affirmative,” Noble Three replied.
Just then, Sith Soldiers burst into the Organa residency.
“Five,” Noble Four asked, still holding Noble Two’s body in his arms.
Noble Five, towering over the rest of them took Noble Two’s body.
They ran for Organa’s shuttle right as Sith Soldier’s came onto the landing pad and began to fire at them.
Noble Four entered the shuttle last before slamming his hand on the emergency close button.
“Four, Five on the guns,” Noble One yelled, “Two, I need you to…”
Noble One’s voice trailed off.
They made it to the building where Noble Three was perched.
He jumped onto the shuttle before Noble Four slammed his hand on the close button.
Three and Four gave each other grim looks.
A sinking feeling settled into the hearts of Fireteam Noble.
Noble Six had sacrificed himself on Corellia to allow them to escape the planet.
Without it, they all would have been killed by the Sith stationed there.
But Noble Two?
Noble Two’s death, it felt avoidable.
If they moved faster, if they worked faster.
If they had been better.
“We’ll give it back to them tenfold,” Noble Four patted him on the back.
The gesture felt empty, to both of them.
Noble Two was dead.
No great sacrifice, no last stand, no tragic goodbyes.
Just… gone.

They had parked the shuttle in a crevice in the mountains of Alderaan.
They had buried Noble Two here, leaving her damaged helmet over her buried body.
“Admiral Hedsard, this is Fireteam Noble, respond,” Noble One spoke into his comm, “I repeat. Admiral Hedsard, this is Fireteam Noble, respond.”
The static of the comm filled his helmet.
Noble Three and Noble Five played around with the ships comm, coming to the basic Republic soldier channel.
Noble Four sat in the corner, sharpening his vibro knife again.
“This is a message to any Republic personnel on Alderaan,” the comm spoke, “High command has declared Winter Contingency. I repeat, high command has declared Winter Contingency. Alderaan is lost. I repeat, Alderaan is lost.”
The comm fizzled out.
“So that’s it,” Noble Four asked, “Winter Contingency. They’re just going to leave us here to rot?”
“We find our own way out,” Noble Five said, “like we always have.”
“We’re not leaving,” Noble One said firmly, “we still need to wait for orders.”
“You want us to stay,” Noble Three cried, “did you not just hear what was said? Alderaan is lost. The Sith own it now.”
“We need to wait for orders,” Noble One replied, “Admiral Hedsard will come.”
“You think he’ll come,” Noble Three laughed, “you think he still cares? We’re a weapon to him. Republic property. All he’s ever cared about is how much we can do for him. We were an investment. It’s not worth coming to Alderaan to save a broken squad. Not to him.”
“Do you forget,” Noble One yelled, “Hedsard raised us. He’s the only consistency we’ve ever had in our lives.”
“Hedsard raised us to be weapons you mean,” Noble Three shot back, “Hedsard raised us to be killers. Enough critical thinking to survive a combat situation, not enough to ever do anything other than follow his orders.”
“Hedsard made sure we knew our purpose,” Noble One replied, “he made sure we could complete the mission. That is the most important thing. Completing the mission.”
“Our mission,” Noble Three laughed again, “How many innocent people are dead because of our actions? Because Admiral Hedsard ordered us to. Because he believed that people doubting the Republic is enough for a death sentence.”
“If a few innocent people die to preserve the integrity of the Republic and the galaxy,” Noble One said, “that is a sacrifice I am willing to make.”
“It shouldn’t be our place to make that decision for people,” Noble Five said quietly.
Noble One groaned.
“Do you have secretly treacherous thoughts you’d like to share with us Noble Four,” Noble One asked.
Noble Four stopped sharpening his knife.
“You do realise that most declared protocols and contingencies from High command usually are from Admiral Hedsard,” Noble Four spoke slowly.
“I am aware Four,” Noble One replied.
“That means that there is a high chance that Hedsard just signed our death warrant,” Noble Four said.
Noble One’s helmet clattered out of his hand.
“Winter contingency is declared when a planet is lost,” Noble Four continued, “to signal to the Republic military to not return to the planet.”
“Kriff,” Noble One yelled, kicking his helmet across the room.
Noble One stood in the centre of the room, breathing heavily.
“So now what,” Noble One finally asked.
“We blow the Sith to hell,” Noble Three said, “and get off this planet.”

Jedi Temple, Coruscant, Corusca Sector, Core Worlds:
As the war dragged on, it seemed like she was in council meetings just as much as she was on the frontlines.
Nearly all of the councillors being holograms, on account of not being on Coruscant.
The only ones on Coruscant were Anaka, and Vima.
And it had come to light that Atris and Vrook were subtly recalling padawans from the frontlines.
Vrook and Atris sit comfortably while Jedi blood is spilt on the Outer Rim.
They speak of peace from afar.
Vrook from his fortress on Dantooine.
Atris, from behind her ice walls and doctrine.
They sit in comfort while Iridonia burns, while children bleed out in the soil of Onderon.
She hated them.
It would be fine; Anaka was to return to the frontlines immediately after this council meeting.
She would show them the fury of newly appointed Jedi Battle master, Anaka Skywalker.
No mercy.
No regrets.
She remembered back to her first council meeting.
She had not wanted to be a councillor, but she thought she could truly do good from it.
How naïve she was.
Now she could barely stomach its sanctimony.
The council meeting was a blur to her, barely paying attention.
They were talking about the increased Sith offensive after Sernpidal.
Malak had increased the Sith’s brutality, and the Jedi and Republic were spread thin.
Admiral Hedsard off at Scipio to protect the intergalactic banking clan and make sure that the Sith did not gain control of the banks.
Admiral Dodonna off at Fondor, trying to retake the shipyards.
Winter Contingency declared on Alderaan did not matter to her.
It was a gift.
A Sith occupied world.
Ripe for the taking by her.
“Master Skywalker,” Atris’s voice interrupted her thoughts.
“Can I help you Master Atris,” Anaka replied, face stone cold.
“We started discussing what both the Republic Military soldiers and Galactic citizens have begun calling you,” Atris said.
“And what would that be,” Anaka asked, knowing what the populace had titled her.
The title gifted to her after the Second Battle of Alderaan.
“Anaka the Bloody,” Atris replied with glee, “one might think that this would come about from your brutal tactics.”
“And what is wrong with my tactics,” Anaka asked.
“There is a line between justice and vengeance, Master Skywalker,” Atris said coldly.
“And there is a line between caution and cowardice,” Anaka replied with turning her head.
Atris glared at her but wisely chose not to speak further.
Vima seemed uncomfortable by the exchange.
Kavar and Zez-Kai Ell had held their tongue for majority of the meeting.
“After Sernpidal, raids over Coruscant have begun and the public is increasingly losing faith in us and the Republic,” Zhar said gravely, “Planetary governors are negotiating with Sith envoys rather than Jedi or Republic representatives. The Sith offer order while the Republic is offering promises.”
“After this meeting I am travelling to Foerost and leaving to the frontlines with my fleet,” Anaka reported.
“If there is nothing else, council dismissed,” Vima said.
The holograms disappeared.
Anaka went to leave but stopped when Vima spoke.
“You always carry the war on your shoulders, Anaka,” Vima spoke softly, “remember. There is more to a Jedi than war. There is compassion.”
“Compassion has no place on the battlefield,” Anaka said emotionlessly before leaving.
Vima glanced at Anaka worriedly.
“Your heart is not a weapon, Anaka,” Vima said, “don’t let them sharpen it for you.”
“Let them,” Anaka did not turn back.
There was no peace.
There was no ignorance.
There was only war.
And she was its last answer.

Alderaan, Alderaan Sector, Core Worlds:
Noble Three and Noble Five made their approach to Saul Karath’s flagship cautiously.
Clearance codes transmitted; they were cleared for landing.
Noble One and Noble Four left behind on Alderaan, trying to contact someone, anyone who would hear them.
Noble Three and Noble Five hoped to be able to transmit to Admiral Hedsard from Saul Karath’s ship and take him hostage.
They had landed.
Noble Three and Noble Five exited the ship.
“It’s nearly deserted,” Noble Five observed.
“Majority of the Sith are likely on the surface,” Noble Three replied.
They moved deeper into the ship.
It really was deserted.
The halls should be crawling with Sith.
They moved like ghosts, approaching the bridge.
It was guarded by four Sith soldiers.
They quickly dispatched them.
A smoke grenade went into the bridge before they entered.
Quickly dispatching the bridge crew.
All except the captain.
“Where is Karath,” Noble Three demanded.
“He got recalled by Lord Malak,” the captain gasped, clutching the wound in his side where Noble Five had shot him.
Noble Three sighed before ending the man’s life.
Noble Three fiddled with the ships comm system before getting to Hedsard’s secure channel.
The comm crackled to life.
“Admiral Hedsard, this is Noble Three,” Noble Three said.
There was a pause.
“Noble Three,” Hedsard’s cold, calculating voice came through, “report.”
No relief at their survival.
No, just report.
“The Sith own Alderaan, Organa’s dead,” Noble Three reported, “Karath’s not here.”
“And Organa’s brother,” Hedsard asked.
“Taken to a Sith black site,” Noble Three said, “Mustafar.”
“Your next orders are to extract Organa’s brother and take him back to Coruscant,” Hedsard ordered.
“Two’s dead,” Noble Three snapped.
“That is… regrettable,” Hedsard said, “but you all knew what was required of you when you joined Fireteam Noble.”
“Required of us when we joined,” Noble Three laughed, “you stole us. Used us. Kriff you. I’ll make sure that everyone in the Republic knows what you’ve done.”
“You are discharged Noble Three,” Hedsard spoke coldly.
The comm fizzled out.
Three glanced at Five.
“You heard that,” Three asked.
“Loud and clear,” Five responded, “for what it’s worth, I agree with you.”
Noble Three nodded in thanks.
“We’ll head for the hyperdrive room, blow the ship from there,” Noble Three said.
Five nodded before they both ran out of the bridge.
They came to the hyperdrive.
Noble Five planted a thermal bomb onto the hyperdrive reactor.
“I have good and bad news,” Noble Five said, “the good news is that it will work.”
“And the bad news,” Noble Three asked.
“The mechanism is damaged,” Noble Five explained, “only way to blow it is manually.”
“That’s a one-way trip,” Noble Three exclaimed.
“We all make it someday,” Noble Five replied.
“There has to be some other way,” Noble Three said.
The hyperdrive hummed around them, seemingly alive.
“You’re the rebel, the revolutionary,” Noble Five answered, “make sure Hedsard does not get away with this.”
Three nodded.
They clasped forearms.
Noble Three backed away slowly before running to the shuttle.
He sat down and threw his helmet off before taking off.
He quickly made it off the flag ship.
He watched as the ship went up in flames, cracking in half.
Three felt a tear roll down his cheek.
Noble Five’s sacrifice would not be in vain.

Jedi Temple, Coruscant, Corusca Sector, Core Worlds:
Anaka walked through the empty halls of the Jedi Temple, her boots echoing against the polished floor like distant blaster fire.
It was quiet.
Too quiet.
Not the peace of serenity, but the stillness that followed devastation.
The stillness of a mausoleum.
She returned to the forge one last time before she returned to war.
C2 was there when she arrived, ever the loyal droid.
“Master Anaka,” C2 said, voice bordering on concern.
“C,” Anaka greeted, “I am returning to the frontlines. In my absence you will assist Master Sunrider in anything she requires.”
C2 nodded mechanically.
“Whatever happened to that assassin droid you killed,” C2 asked.
“Fixed it and dumped it in the undercity,” Anaka replied, “it didn’t have the info I wanted from it.”
“Oh,” C2 said, “are you… okay, Master Anaka?”
“Yes C,” Anaka snapped, “I am fine. You are dismissed.”
C2 glanced worriedly, lingering for a moment before trudging out.
Anaka pulled out her lightsaber.
The new one she had crafted after Iridonia.
Crafted from the kyber crystal of her fallen student.
A protectors blade.
A student’s promise.
A child’s light.
It was no longer a Jedi’s weapon.
It was an executioner’s.
She left the forge.
She came to a stop in the room of a thousand fountains.
The mist still rising from the waters, though no one had meditated here in weeks.
The war had taken them all.
Even the fountain sounded tired.
So many memories in this room.
With Revan, with Meetra, with Alek, with her master, with Ahe’a.
All of them, gone.
Revan’s and Meetra’s mischief.
Alek’s playful foolishness.
Her master’s kindness.
Ahe’a’s childlike innocence.
She remembered once trying to lift the fountain’s streams all at once.
Revan had bet her she couldn’t.
Meetra cheered her on.
Alek had fallen in from laughter, Jedi robes soaked.
Nomi had smiled from afar, watching in silent pride.
She had managed to hold it for five seconds.
She was eleven at the time.
They had clapped like it was a galactic miracle, and she made five credits from it.
That sound had been joy.
Now all she heard was silence.
Echoes of the past rung through the room.
She stared into the waters of the fountain.
Her hair perfectly charcoal black, as always.
That was the only thing she recognised about the reflection before her.
A scar on her face, courtesy of Darth Malak.
Her prosthetic hand flexed unconsciously, cold and silent.
The girl she once was, bright, curious, fierce, hopeful.
She missed the girl she once was.
But that girl was dead.
Killed on Iridonia.
Buried on Kashyyyk.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you,” Anaka whispered.
She didn’t cry.
Her tears had been burned away in fire and guilt.
All that was left was anger, bitterness and regret.
Anaka Skywalker died on Iridonia.
She was all that remained.
Anger in a lightsaber’s hilt.
Grief wrapped in Jedi robes.
A storm wearing a face.
The force stirred uneasily around her, subtle, faint.
As if warning her of something yet to come.
Or mourning something already lost.
She stood silently, eyes steeled.
She turned her back on the fountain, walking out in silence.
There were no Jedi waiting in the stars.
No peace to be brokered.
No truth to be spoken.
Only war.
And she would be the one to set it.
The galaxy would not remember her name with reverence.
No, it would remember her name with blood.

Foerost, Foerost Sector, Core Worlds:
The hangar smelled of scorched metal and oil.
The sky over Foerost was a roiling sheet of grey, starships blinking in and out of the mist like ghosts.
The embers of Fondor still clung to the reports streaming through the fleet’s comm channels.
The shipyards below her feet, once the pride of the Republic, were half rebuilt, half ruined.
Foerost had once been a bastion of strength, a symbol of the Republic’s might.
Now it was a corpse the Sith hadn’t bothered to finish off.
Crews worked without rest, without hope, without pause.
Anaka walked the hangar with purpose.
Each step echoed like a death knell on the durasteel plating.
Her dark cloak dragged behind her, heavy with moisture and ash.
She didn’t look at the crewmen saluting her.
She didn’t need to.
They knew her face.
Everyone in the Republic military knew it now.
"Anaka the Bloody."
The name followed her like a shadow.
Like a curse.
She boarded the Judicator.
Scarred from Iridonia and Alderaan.
There were no banners here.
No ceremonies.
No farewells.
Jedi didn’t get to grieve.
Not anymore.
Not that she could be called much of a Jedi anymore.
“Set course for Alderaan,” Anaka ordered.
The stars stretched and vanished.
The hum of the hyperdrive filling the silence.
Anaka remained in place at the bridge, staring out as hyperspace swirled around her.
Alderaan.
Another name to carve into memory.
Another tomb waiting to be etched into history.
She could still see the faces of the soldiers lost in the Second Battle of Alderaan.
The Judicator had barely escaped.
The Sith had bled the world dry and claimed it like a butcher’s prize.
Winter Contingency had been declared.
Meaning: no reinforcements, no rescue.
Her and her fleet were all alone.
Anaka hadn’t cared.
A Sith-occupied Alderaan was not a warning to her.
It was an invitation.
She sat in silence, the hum of hyperspace roaring against the void in her chest.
The cold of space never touched her anymore.
The warmth had been stripped from her on the day Ahe’a died.
Her apprentice, her little sister in all but name, torn from her by the crimson blade of Darth Malak.
She had not forgiven.
She would never forgive.
She had stood over too many graves.
Her robes still smelled of ash.
Her hands still remembered the way Nomi Sunrider had disappeared into the Force, peacefully, gently, as if she had welcomed death while Anaka screamed her name.
There would be no peace for her.
Not in this life.
Not in any.
She reached down and unclipped her lightsaber from her belt.
The weapon hissed as it ignited.
A blade of blue light, not the green she had once carried with pride.
This one burned colder, sharper.
The crystal had once belonged to Ahe’a, cracked from the duel on Iridonia, recut and reforged with Anaka’s own blood.
It was her apprentice’s legacy.
It was her vengeance forged in kyber.
She closed her eyes and let the sound wash over her.
There were whispers in the Force, always now.
Cries.
Screams.
Ashes.
She ignored them.
The only voice she longed to hear had died on Iridonia’s broken streets.
The Jedi Council would call her a weapon.
The Sith would call her a monster.
She no longer cared what either called her.
She was coming for them.
All of them.
Alderaan awaited.
And it would know her fury.

Alderaan, Alderaan Sector, Core Worlds:
Noble Three made his return to Fireteam Noble’s hiding place.
The shuttle coming to a stop.
Three put his helmet back on before exiting the shuttle.
One and Four were waiting for him.
“Where’s Five,” Noble Four asked.
“He didn’t make it,” Noble Three replied sombrely.
Noble One aimed his pistol at Noble Three.
“You’ve been marked for death by Admiral Hedsard,” Noble One said.
Noble Three responded by drawing his pistol and aiming it at One.
“Hedsard left us to die,” Noble Three responded, “he never cared about us. Useful tools until we thought too hard.”
“I’m sorry Three,” Noble One said, “Hedsard said you were a traitor to the Republic.”
“It came from Hedsard,” Noble Three laughed, “he left us to die, used us.”
“Don’t make this more difficult,” Noble One said, “Four, back me up.”
Noble Four stopped sharpening his knife, strapping it to his holster on his forearm.
He drew his blaster rifle and aimed it at Noble One.
“Three’s right, Hedsard used us, discarded us, left us to die,” Noble Four said, “I will never do that mans bidding again.”
“One,” Noble Three said, “don’t do this.”
Noble One glanced at both of them before dropping his weapon.
“Kriff, kriff, kriff,” Noble One yelled, “I was so happy to get a comm from Hedsard because it meant I was right, I didn’t even stop to think what the orders were.”
“We’re not his puppets anymore,” Noble Three said, gripping Noble One’s shoulder.
Noble Three glanced outside.
The Judicator and a Republic fleet appeared from hyperspace.
Republic drop ships came to the surface.
“I thought Winter Contingency was declared,” Noble Four spoke with confusion.
“No matter,” Noble One replied, “we have our way off world. We’ll head to the extraction point.”

Anaka tore through the Sith as the streets of Alderaan burned around her.
Embers riding the wind like spirits of the dead.
The skyline was broken by flames and smoke, punctuated by the shrieking descent of starfighters above.
Buildings that once stood above as monuments to democracy now lay in ruins.
The battle in space raged above.
Her fleet barely holding onto the open extraction lanes.
A quarter of her men left to secure an extraction point to get civilians off world, ships already making the trip, guarded by Republic fighters.
A quarter of her men had joined her into the inferno that was Aldera.
The remaining fought in the stars, dying anonymously in flame and steel.
Anaka had made a promise.
Sith blood.
And she will have it.
She tore through wave after wave of Sith.
Lightsaber swinging down on one.
Ripping up the ground from a ground before tossing it at another group.
She threw her lightsaber, tearing through the Sith caught in its arc.
Manipulating the fire with the force, unleashing it like a tidal wave of light.
Screams followed.
She didn’t flinch.
She didn’t hesitate.
She was not here to liberate.
She was here to eradicate.
She stabbed the ground where a Sith lay, followed by decapitating another.
Her men surged forwards, mowing down the Sith with their blasters.
Anaka jumped forwards.
Landing with a shockwave, flinging half a dozen Sith away.
She force pushed a group away.
To the Republic soldiers who had witnessed Anaka’s combat prowess first had, it was mesmerizing and awe inspiring, it was terrifying and brutal.
“Stars,” one Republic soldier whispered.
“She’s not a Jedi,” another muttered, “she’s a kriffing war machine.”
“No,” the first replied, “she’s Anaka the Bloody.”
And she was.
She was a force of nature, none standing in her way.
She gripped a nearby building with the force, not just the surface, but the very structure of the building and ripped it down, toppling onto a group of Sith.
Debris rained down around her like divine judgement.
Her men moved forwards, executing any that had survived with clean, practiced shots.
A Sith acolyte jumped at her through the smoke, igniting his crimson blade with a scream.
Anaka didn’t flinch.
Anaka stepped back avoiding the swing across her body.
Anaka jabbed forwards.
The Sith blocked before swinging down.
Anaka blocked before force pushing the Sith away.
He charged at her, throwing a piece of debris at her.
Anaka cut it in half before blocking the Sith’s strike.
The Sith swung down again.
Anaka blocked before kicking the lightsaber out of the Sith’s hand.
Anaka pulled the Sith forwards before hitting him with the butt of her lightsaber.
The Sith crawled away, hands bleeding, fear in his eyes.
Anaka advanced slowly, calmly.
Anaka stepped on the Sith’s leg, bones cracking under her boot, preventing him from crawling away.
Anaka picked the Sith up with her mechanical arm, metallic fingers digging into the man’s flesh.
He roared in pain.
She dropped him before picking him up with the force and turning him to face her.
The acolyte floated helplessly before her.
Anaka forced her metal arm through the man’s torso, exiting through his back.
The sound was wet, final.
She pulled her arm back, letting the man fall like a ragdoll.
His blood stained Anaka’s face and armour, soaked in the fractured joints of her prosthetic hand.
She shifted her lightsaber to her off hand, also covered in blood.
No pause.
No remorse.
The force pulsed around her like a storm.
She ran to go butcher more Sith.
The troops behind her followed wordlessly.
Some with reverence.
Some with dread.
To follow Anaka Skywalker was to walk behind death itself.
She had become the embodiment of vengeance.
She had become the fury of the Republic made flesh.
With every strike she remembered Meetra’s smile, Ahe’a’s voice, her master’s kindness.
Each and every memory another reason to never stop.
Another Sith squad dropped nearby.
Anaka charged; saber drawn.
She would show them, why the galaxy named her Anaka the Bloody.

Fireteam Noble made had left their alcove in the mountains.
They had nearly immediately been ambushed by a Sith drop ship.
Noble One threw his helmet off as he groaned in pain as he piloted.
Shot in the shoulder, through the shuttle’s front view.
“Three, Four,” Noble One said, “I’m not going to be able make it all the way to the extraction point. You’ll have to go the rest of the way on foot.”
“Understood sir,” Noble Four said, opening the shuttle’s exit ramp.
They were flying close to the ground, pursued by two Sith fighters.
“On my mark,” Noble One said, “three, two, one. Go.”
Noble Three and Noble Four jumped out, bracing for impact.
They crashed against the side of a cliff before sliding down.
“You okay,” Noble Four asked.
“Yea,” Noble Three muttered, “let’s move.”
They kept going on foot, as they saw Noble One circle around and take out the Sith fighters.
“Kriff,” Noble One said into the comm, “weapon systems are damaged.”
They came to an opening and before them stood a Sith battalion.
“That’s a kriffing army,” Noble Four muttered.
“Leave that to me,” Noble One said.
“Sir, you don’t have the firepower,” Noble Four said.
“No,” Noble One agreed, “but I’ve got the mass.”
“There has to be another way sir,” Noble Three spoke with haste.
“We don’t have time,” Noble One said, “finish the mission.”
The shuttle came around again, aiming at the Sith battalion.
“You’re on your own Noble,” Noble One said, “One out.”
The Sith below opened fire.
Cannons ignited the sky.
Bolts tore through the shuttle.
The shuttle and the Sith battalion went up in flames.
None remained.

They had made it to the extraction point.
Civilians and Republic soldiers alike littered the area.
Jagged cliffs protruded out, stained with smoke and blood.
The bones of once proud buildings now offered nothing but cover.
“Who are you,” a Republic captain demanded, aiming his blaster at Three and Four.
“Fireteam Noble,” Noble Four said, “or at least what’s left of us.”
“Who,” the Republic captain asked.
“Ghosts,” Noble Three said, “we’re on the same side.”
The captain dropped his blaster.
“When is the next transport coming,” Noble Three asked.
“Due in five minutes,” the captain replied.
“Get all the civilians on it,” Noble Three said, “the Sith are on their way here.”
“Understood,” the captain said.
The Republic transport arrived and there were no more civilians left to evacuate.
The mood of the Republic Soldiers at the extraction point was tense.
They were all waiting for the inevitable.
The Sith arrived.
Nearly double the size of the Republic force.
Noble Three, ever the marksman, hung back, hiding behind cover picking Sith off from a distance.
Noble Four, ever the combat enthusiast, jumped into the fray.
The Sith and the Republic troopers tore each other to shreds.
Blaster fire lit up the area.
Sith and Republic troopers alike falling to friendly fire in the chaos of the battle.
Soon there was just Noble Four and Noble Three left.
Noble Four glanced at the dead Republic captain, lying motionless next to him.
Noble Three moved back to higher ground.
Noble Four, lobbing thermal detonators into the fray.
More and more Sith came.
All falling to the remnant of Fireteam Noble.
Noble Three reloaded his energy pack.
Noble Four, out of thermal detonators, aimed his rifle and tore through waves and waves of Sith troopers.
Noble Four yelling out jabs and insults to the oncoming Sith.
More and more took their place.
Charging through a bottleneck in a gap in the cliffs.
Three threw another thermal detonator, while Four tore more and more to shreds with his blaster rifle.
A Sith acolyte jumped through at Noble Four.
Noble Three pulled the trigger and ended the Sith.
More and more waves came and fell before Fireteam Noble.
Another Sith acolyte jumped at Noble Four, this time from behind.
Noble Three missed it.
The Sith knocked Noble Four from his spot behind cover.
“Republic scum,” the Sith laughed from above.
Noble Four’s blaster rifle tore through the Sith acolyte.
Another one came.
“Ahhh,” Noble Four cried as he stumbled away.
Another came.
Noble Three took this one out, their body falling limply to the floor.
The waves of Sith had slowed down.
Less and less coming out each time.
A Sith jumped at Noble Three this time.
Noble Three rolled onto his back and ended the Sith’s life, with a blaster bolt to the skull.
Another came for Noble Four.
Noble Four pumped him full of blaster bolts.
The endless stream of Sith acolytes seemed to end.
Noble Three and Noble Four taking in deep breaths.
A lightsaber pierced Noble Four’s chest.
Noble Four roared in pain, dropping his blaster.
He drew his vibro knife.
“At least I went out fighting,” Noble Four laughed, “burn Hedsard for this.”
The roar of a Republic transport ship descended, cutting through the smoke like a blade.
Too late for the dead.
Too late for all but one.
“Of course it shows up now,” Noble Four muttered.
Noble Four laughed in defiance; lightsaber still pierced through his chest.
“I’m ready,” Noble Four yelled, “how bout’ you.”
Hands shaking, he drove the knife into the Sith’s neck before collapsing with the Sith.
Noble Three rushed down to where Noble Four lay.
Ripping Four’s helmet off he felt for a pulse.
Nothing.
Noble Four was dead.
He remembered Noble Four laughing over sabacc, eyes full of mischief.
The same look was frozen on him in death.
Noble Three used the butt of his sniper rifle to dig a grave for Noble Four.
Ground scorched, just like the rest of Alderaan.
There was no relief, no sense of victory.
No longer a weapon for Hedsard.
He had thought breaking free from Hedsard meant they would all get to choose a life they wanted to live.
All he felt was emptiness.
In one of Noble Four’s rare moments of introspection, he spoke about wanting to own a bar in the undercity of Coruscant.
He said he wanted to own something that exclusively belonged to him.
The chaotic nature of bars and the undercity would have suited Four.
That dream now lay in the dirt, with Noble Four.
Placing him in the ground before covering him up and placing Noble Four’s helmet over its owner’s dead body.
There had always been orders.
Always been a mission.
Now there was just dirt under his nails and a ghost buried in it.
He glanced at where Noble Four’s helmet lay.
“No more orders left,” Noble Three muttered.
Noble Three took off his helmet, looking into the visor.
Battered and bruised, heavily damaged.
That’s what both he and his helmet were.
Noble Three placed his helmet a metre away from Noble Four’s.
The Republic transport had arrived.
Smoke choked the sky.
The wind didn’t carry a sense of victory, only the scent of scorched bodies.
And silence.
Silence that only came after slaughter.
Noble Three stumbled to the ship before collapsing to the ground as he entered.
He looked out to the stars, gripping his dog tag.
A Republic insignia burned on a nearby comm tower.
“Who the kriff is that,” he heard someone mutter.
“Don’t ask,” another whispered, “just be glad he’s on our side.”
“He’s one of them,” another spoke quietly.
The ship left with a roar of its thrusters.
He heard muttering nearby of “Anaka the Bloody” and her brutality through the streets of Aldera.
Noble Three left Alderaan not a soldier, but a survivor.
On a world choked in ash, where justice never came and mercy never landed, Fireteam Noble had made their final stand.
And now, Fireteam Noble was dead.
Wherever the shuttle was taking him, it was better than Alderaan.
There was no plan.
No Republic.
No vengeance.
Just a life he didn’t know how to live.
He remembered Noble One’s final words.
Now he truly was alone.
No more orders.
No more ghosts.
There was just Noble Three.
The last ember of something long extinguished.

Chapter Text

3957 BBY

The Endar Spire, Taris, Ojoster Sector, Outer Rim:
Avner awoke with a start.
The sounds of explosions rocked the ship, sharp and disorienting, like thunderclaps in a metal tomb.
The floor trembled beneath him, and overhead the lights flickered—pale, flickering reminders of structure amidst chaos.
He blinked several times, trying to orient himself.
A strange fog blanketed his thoughts.
He didn’t know where he was.
Or why.
But one thing rang clear and sharp in his mind like a distant memory: his name.
Avner Aellak.
A Republic Navy Soldier.
From Kabal.
He remembered joining the navy, eager to do more than just survive.
But beyond that—nothing.
A chasm of memory loss, courtesy of what he vaguely recalled had been a combination of a concussion grenade, a thermal detonator, and some particularly unforgiving terrain.
Everything else… gone.
He pulled himself upright from his bunk.
The metal creaked beneath him.
Another explosion sent sparks raining from the ceiling.
Suddenly, a man burst into the room.
White-haired, red-faced, breathing hard like he’d sprinted through half the ship.
He looked like someone always braced to run—or to fight.
“We’ve been ambushed by a Sith fleet, the Endar Spire is under attack,” the man blurted, words tumbling over one another, “hurry up, we don’t have much time.”
“Who are you?” Avner asked, instinctively scanning the room for a weapon.
“I’m Trask Ulgo, ensign with the Republic fleet,” the man said quickly, gesturing toward Avner’s locker, “I’m your bunkmate here on the Endar Spire. We work opposite shifts, I guess that’s why we haven’t seen each other before.”
Trask gulped down another breath, then pointed toward the hallway.
“Now hurry up, we have to find Bastila. We have to make sure she makes it off this ship alive,” Trask said.
“Who’s Bastila?” Avner asked, opening the locker and grabbing his combat gear.
“Bastila’s the commanding officer of the Endar Spire,” Trask explained, clearly growing more agitated with each delay, “Well, not really an officer. But she’s the one in charge of this mission.”
The ship rocked violently beneath them.
Another explosion closer than before.
Avner heard the unmistakable shriek of metal tearing somewhere down the hall.
“One of our primary duties is to guarantee her survival in the event of an enemy attack,” Trask continued, “you swore an oath just like everybody else on this mission did. It’s time to make good on that oath.”
Trask moved to the door and glanced back.
“I’ve heard all about your reputation: elite combat training, top of your class,” he said, “it’s no wonder you were picked for this mission. Word is the officers haven’t seen a recruit with your potential in twenty years. But all that potential doesn’t mean a thing if you can’t deliver when it counts. We’re soldiers; we’re trained for combat. Bastila’s going to need men and women like us at her side during this attack.”
Avner, now fully suited up, grabbed his blaster rifle.
“Okay, I get it,” Avner said, “let’s go help Bastila.”
“Good,” Trask nodded, “so hurry up and grab your gear. You need to suit up so we can get out of here.”
“Ok, ok,” Avner muttered, doing another quick sweep of the locker before turning to follow Trask.
“Let’s move out,” Trask said, “we should stick together. We’re more likely to make it out of here that way.”
Another explosion thundered down the corridor.
“Because of the attack, the Endar Spire is under lockdown,” Trask explained, “hold on. I’ll unlock the door.”
He quickly tapped into the panel beside the door, fingers moving expertly despite the stress.
The door groaned and then slid open.
Smoke billowed through the corridor.
Overhead, exposed wires sparked, and emergency lights flashed red.
The whole ship felt like it was moments away from collapse.
“This is Carth Onasi,” a voice rang out in their earpieces, “the Sith are threatening to overrun our position. We can’t hold out much longer against their firepower. All hands to the bridge.”
“That was Carth contacting us on our portable communicators,” Trask said, “he’s one of the Republic fleet’s best pilots. He’s seen more combat than the entire crew of the Endar Spire put together.”
The floor lurched again.
“If he says things are bad, you better believe it,” Trask said, “we have to get to the bridge and help defend Bastila.”
“Ok,” Avner replied, “let’s move out.”
They pushed forward down the corridor.
The lights overhead flickered and went dark.
The entire hall was dim, lit only by the soft orange glow of warning signals and intermittent blue flashes from power surges.
They reached another locked door.
“The door’s locked, and I don’t have the codes to unlock it,” Trask said, pulling a tool from his belt, “step back, I’ll slice into the security panel to open it.”
Avner stepped aside.
Trask worked with rapid precision, pulling open the panel and connecting wires.
Sparks flew.
A moment later, the door slid open.
Blaster fire erupted immediately.
They ducked behind cover as two Sith troopers gunned down a Republic soldier in the next room.
“These Sith must be the advanced boarding party,” Trask growled, raising his blaster, “for the Republic!”
They popped out from cover, returning fire.
The Sith troopers fell, smoke rising from their chests and limbs.
“I’ve got a feeling that won’t be our last battle with the Sith,” Trask muttered grimly.
The battle continued across the decks.
They fought through scorched corridors, exchanging blaster fire with Sith units, dodging grenades, and picking their way over the bodies of fallen allies and enemies alike.
Each step forward was a battle.
Each room, another skirmish.
The Endar Spire groaned and buckled under the relentless bombardment.
Still, they pressed on—toward the bridge, toward Bastila, toward survival.

Anaka stalked through the halls of the Endar Spire like a predator.
A shadow.
Any who saw her fell to her blade.
Anaka the Bloody.
A moniker earned not through myth or exaggeration, but by the brutal truth of her deeds.
Sith and Republic alike whispered her name, some with awe, others with dread.
She had become legend and warning in equal measure.
Blood dripped from her armour, steaming slightly as it met the chill of the failing ship’s environmental systems.
The lights above her flickered erratically, casting brief, sharp glows along the durasteel walls as she walked with measured, merciless steps.
Her presence seemed to command the metal itself to tremble.
Her blue saber hissed as it cleaved through another squad of Sith troopers.
She didn’t pause.
Didn't glance back.
She was a force, propelled only forward.
Purpose defined her now.
Survival was not a goal—it was merely a byproduct of her wrath.
After Alderaan, she had been reprimanded.
Her methods had been called "unorthodox," "excessive," "cruel."
Winter Contingency had been declared: Alderaan was to be considered a loss.
No further reinforcements.
No rescue.
A black mark on the map.
But Anaka hadn’t listened.
Or perhaps she had, and simply didn’t care.
She had led her fleet in direct defiance of orders, driving deep into the Sith-controlled system, carving her way through their ranks like a storm given flesh.
It had cost her almost everything.
The Judicator, her flagship, limped away with only scraps of its once-proud crew.
A ninety-eight percent casualty rate.
Not a victory.
A massacre.
And yet she had held her ground.
She had made the Sith bleed.
She should have died with them.
Should have died on Alderaan.
But instead, she had been pulled back.
Reassigned.
Hidden.
Muzzled.
Babysitting duty.
Bastila Shan.
There was no greater insult the Jedi Council could have delivered.
It wasn't just that Bastila had once been a rival to her padawan, or that Bastila and Ahe’a had many disagreements during their time at the temple together.
It was that Bastila had delivered the killing blow.
The final betrayal.
The death Anaka couldn’t forgive.
Could never forgive.
Revan.
Bastila had stood over Revan’s broken body as the Malice burned, her saber still hissing in the smoke.
Anaka had seen it.
Had seen the explosion rock the Malice.
Had seen it go up in a magnificent fireball.
And she'd felt the world tilt under her feet.
And now, she was told to protect her?
No.
If the Sith took Bastila… well, the galaxy would be worse for it.
But Anaka wouldn’t shed a tear.
She ripped a chunk of the Endar Spire’s corridor plating from the wall and hurled it at a group of Sith rounding the corner.
It struck one square in the chest, crushing him instantly.
The others opened fire, red bolts searing toward her.
She didn’t slow.
Her saber snapped to life, a brilliant slash of blue.
It deflected the blaster fire with casual, almost disdainful precision.
She closed the distance between her and the remaining soldiers in three long strides.
They died before they could even think to retreat.
The ship shuddered beneath her feet.
Explosions rocked the lower decks.
The Endar Spire was dying.
Its death throes echoed through the structure in warbled sirens and flickering lights.
She pressed on.
The sound of combat, distant and constant, rang behind her.
She’d heard that the rest of the crew—those few not yet dead—were trying to get Bastila off the ship.
Let them try.
Let them throw their bodies between her and her fate.
It was a fate Anaka would no longer share.
She paused briefly at a shattered viewport, peering down at the blue marble of Taris below.
A planet she’d never cared to see.
Another world full of corruption and complacency.
Another world waiting to burn.
Another opportunity.
She resumed her march.
A pair of Sith commandos came into view ahead, their armour gleaming with rank.
They raised their rifles.
Too slow.
She raised her off-hand, fingers splayed wide.
The Force rippled outward in an invisible shockwave.
The soldiers were lifted from the ground, their weapons torn from their hands.
They flailed as if caught in a windstorm, then were slammed into opposite walls.
Bone cracked.
Helmets split.
Silence.
She exhaled slowly.
Not from effort. But from patience.
She was getting close now.
She reached the final hallway, the lights above strobing with emergency red.
The hum of the escape pod doors unlocking greeted her like an old friend.
Behind her, the ceiling buckled.
Fire licked through the seams of the ship’s structure.
Screams and sirens echoed.
Somewhere, a Republic soldier called out for help.
She ignored him.
She had her own war.
She reached the pod and paused only briefly.
Her thoughts flickered to Malak, to Bastila, to the Jedi Council.
To Revan’s final breath.
Then she stepped inside.
The door sealed behind her.
The pod launched.
Gravity disappeared.
Flame turned to stars.
And Anaka the Bloody, fell toward Taris.
Not a guardian.
Not a saviour.
But a storm.
She was here to end Darth Malak and the Sith.
And the galaxy would tremble.

As they rounded the next corner, the sounds of a fierce battle echoed from the far end of the corridor.
Blaster bolts hissed, and the hum of lightsabers was unmistakable.
Avner and Trask froze, then crept forward, peeking through the shattered remnants of a security door.
A woman and a bald man were exchanging blows, their lightsabers clashing in blinding flashes of red and blue.
The woman was fast, her movements sharp and precise.
The man fought with brute force, hammering away at her defences with relentless strikes.
"It’s a Dark Jedi," Trask whispered, eyes wide, "this fight is too much for us. We better stay back—all we’d do is get in the way."
They watched the duel unfold.
The woman landed a solid kick to the man’s jaw, sending him stumbling.
The Dark Jedi retaliated by flinging a piece of debris at her, but she cleaved it in half midair.
In one fluid motion, she stepped in, swiped upward, and plunged her blade into his torso.
The man crumpled.
Before they could move, another explosion shook the corridor.
A burst of flame engulfed the Jedi woman, and she cried out before collapsing.
"That was one of the Jedi accompanying Bastila," Trask muttered, "damn, we could have used her help."
Avner knelt beside the fallen Jedi.
Her robes were scorched.
Her lightsaber still hissed faintly where it had fallen beside her.
Another tremor rolled through the floor.
They kept moving.
"The bridge is just beyond that door," Trask said as they approached a heavily reinforced blast door, "you better use your vibroblade. There isn’t much room on the bridge, and it’s suicide to use a blaster in close quarters."
Avner nodded, sheathing his rifle and drawing the vibroblade from his belt.
"What if they have lightsabers?" he asked.
"Republic standard vibroblades are made with a cortosis weave," Trask replied, "it’s strong enough to stand up to anything—even a lightsaber."
The door hissed open, revealing two Sith soldiers armed with vibroswords.
The pair lunged forward.
Trask fired a quick shot, taking down one.
The second came at Avner with a downward swing.
Avner blocked, then countered with a jab.
The Sith parried and swung again.
They locked blades, gritting their teeth.
Avner kicked out, breaking the deadlock, and drove his blade through the man’s chest.
There was something familiar about the motion.
Something automatic.
Muscle memory without memory.
He didn’t know why he could fight like this.
“Bastila’s not here on the bridge,” Trask said after a quick scan, “they must have retreated to the escape pods.”
An explosion nearby made the floor lurch.
“The Sith want Bastila alive, but once she’s off the ship there’s nothing stopping them from blasting the Endar Spire into galactic dust,” Trask muttered.
They turned back down the hall.
“There’s something behind here,” Trask muttered, approaching another door.
The lights above flickered violently.
Before either could react, the doors flew open.
A towering Sith warrior stepped through, wielding a red double-bladed lightsaber.
His armour was scorched and cracked; his eyes wild with fury.
“Damn, another Dark Jedi!” Trask shouted, “I’ll try to hold him off. You get to the escape pods—go!”
Without waiting, Trask charged, vibroblade raised.
An explosion ripped through the corridor.
The blast doors slammed shut, separating them.
“Trask!” Avner shouted.
Nothing.
The hallway was silent save for the distant rumble of the ship’s dying engines.
Avner stood still for a moment.
Trask had saved his life.
Twice now.
And he’d done it without hesitation.
A voice crackled over the comm.
“This is Carth Onasi on your personal comm,” Carth said, “I’m tracking your position through the Endar Spire’s life support system. Bastila’s escape pod is away. You’re the last surviving crew member on board. I can’t wait for you much longer—you have to get to the escape pods now.”
The urgency in Carth’s voice gave Avner no choice.
He sprinted through the remaining halls, cutting down any Sith who stood in his path.
The ship was falling apart.
Bulkheads buckled.
Fire sprayed from ruptured conduits.
He reached a sealed door.
“Be careful,” Carth said again over the comm. “There’s a whole squad of Sith troopers on the other side of that door. Try slicing into the terminal to use the Endar Spire’s security systems against the Sith.”
Avner stepped to the terminal.
‘SYSTEM OVERRIDE ACCEPTED. ENTER COMMAND.’
His fingers hovered over the keys, then entered the command to overload the power conduit.
The security camera flickered on—just in time to watch the terminal explode in a burst of lightning and flame, taking the Sith squad with it.
The door opened.
Smoke and silence.
Sith and Republic bodies lay strewn across the floor.
Avner stepped through and continued onward.
At last, he reached the escape pod bay.
Carth Onasi stood by the last functioning pod, eyes tense but focused.
“You made it just in time,” Carth said, “there’s only one active escape pod left. Come on, we can hide out on the planet below.”
“Who are you?” Avner asked.
“I’m a soldier of the Republic, like you. We’re the last two crew members of the Endar Spire left,” Carth said, “Bastila’s escape pod is already gone, so there’s no reason for us to stick around here and get shot by the Sith. Now come on, there’ll be time for questions later.”
Avner didn’t argue.
They climbed into the pod, and Carth sealed the hatch behind them.
The engines roared.
The escape pod launched.
Through the tiny viewport, Avner saw the Endar Spire explode in a bloom of fire, debris scattering into the black void.
They descended toward the shadowed surface of Taris.
To whatever awaited them next.