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  Sith Reborn: Path of the Fallen
June 26, 2008 10:25:48 PM    View the profile of Sicario 
Disclaimer:
The following story is not intertwined with the VE time line or story continuity. Thus it will have no effect on the VE unless decided other wise by Kadann & the VE High Command.

This story is a branch off of the KOTOR games for the xbox, and is a compilation of ideas and original happenings put together by myself and Verkur.

As of right now, myself and Verkur are the only ones participating in this story. If enough people express interest, there is a strong possibility that we will allow others to join as well. If you are interested, please send a PM to either myself or Verkur.

Regarding the Force: The final word on the force will be determined by myself and Verkur. Since the following rendition does not deal with the Vast Empire, we will not be using our VE characters, and thus will be creating brand new characters. Most characters will be original, Jedi fighting in the war and such, while there will be cameos from the game as well.


Story:

This is to clear confusion, since this story is very different from the games once it gets going. It's non-canon, and will follow a made-up path of two Jedi Knights whom battle in the Mandolorian War alongside Revan (aka Arkelaus Epicurus), and end up falling to his dark words, becoming his personal Dark Jedi assassins.

It will trail off on Revan defeating Malak, and re-becoming the leader of the Sith. He will order his assassins to hunt down the remaining Jedi, an original look on the first Jedi Purge.

Meanwhile, surviving Jedi, along with Carth Onasi, form the new Jedi Alliance. The Exile will defeat Kreia and reassemble her deadly fleet at Malachor V, and then rebuilt Jedi Alliance will face off one last time against the rebuilt Sith, in a final, climatic lightsaber to lightsaber, star fighter to star fighter, star ship to star ship battle.

The first post will be active in the coming days, and the story will begin. Please do not post here prior to PMing either I or Verkur about it. Hope you enjoy, I had a lot of fun fleshing this out.

Important Characters:

Jolee Bindo - Not in the Mando-War, but will be a key member in reorganizing the JA.

Salamis Lachoneus - A Jedi Master
Laman Mustafa - Jedi Master, fights in Mando-War
Carth Onasi & Saul Karrath
Cassus Fett
Alek Squinquargesimus - Malak
Krynda Draay - Jedi Seer (available on wookiepedi)
Bao-Dur
Bastilla Shan - Jedi, soon to be Revan's apprentice
Forn Dodonna - Republic Admiral


If any questions are to be had, Verkur will be creating a discussion thread. Hope you read and enjoy, may this new chapter be a fitting one in the Alternate Universe.
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  RE: Sith Reborn: Path of the Fallen
June 27, 2008 11:13:00 PM    View the profile of Sicario 
OOC:
Here it is, the opening of SF: PotF. Hope you like it, it took a hell of a lot of research. A lot of work went into this tiny post, but it's merely introductory. All characters now have freedom to post, you are the ones who will provide substance to my posts, creating the ground for my posts to stand on. Have fun with this. I will progress the story a bit after you guys post some. Enjoy, let's have fun with this, it'll be really long, so I hope you all stick around.



Sith Reborn: Path of the Fallen

Perilous times! With reasons layed deep beneath the end of the Great Sith War, the Mandalorians have destroyed billions of lives, and conquered many planets in search of worthy foes. They have conquered and wiped out the Cathar, and sent ripples of death throughout the Force.

The Republic has put their best fleets forward, lead by Saul Karath and Tarn Fal, yet are still recovering from the Great Sith War. They have put up their best effort, but have suffered many casualties. The Republic's cry for help to the Jedi has gone unaccepted, and they seem doomed withouth assistance.

There is still hope. One honorable Jedi believes this war has gone far enough without Jedi assistance, and plans on convincing the Jedi Council to lend a helping hand to the endangered, damaged Republic. Without the Jedi, the Republic will soon be lost...



Jedi Temple – Coruscant
Jedi High Counsel Meeting
Council members present: Atris, Zez-Kai Ell, Kavar, Lonna Vash, Vrook Lamar, and Vandar Tokare via hologram.



“With all due respect, masters, I firmly believe that the Jedi Order should take an active role in the Republic’s war effort,” Arkelaus Epicurus, an up and coming Jedi Knight, stood before the Council.

Arkelaus was powerful, and quite charismatic, and his words vibrated throughout the Force. His black Jedi robes clung loosely to his muscular frame, his silver light saber hung from his hip. His words, as strong as they may be, didn’t even begin to shudder through the Jedi Masters. His goal at this meeting was to convince them that the Mandalorian threat grew increasingly dangerous, and that the time had certainly come for the Order to aid the Republic.

He continued, “If, as Jedi, our goal is to keep peace among the galaxy, then should we not intervene in this war? Should we not be a prominent party in restoring peace? It’s been two decades since the Great Sith War, and the Republic still struggles to rebuild itself. If we fail to lend our hand at this time, I fear the Republic will never fully heal.”

Arkelaus’ eyes glanced from one Jedi Master to another, grasping firmly to their attention. He felt their disbelief, and further attempted to influence them.

“My Masters, I have gathered support from fellow Jedi, namely Alek Squinquargesimus, that believe in my assumptions,” Arkelaus was abruptly cut off by Master Lamar.

“And that’s all you have, young one, assumptions. If we listened to every single assumption, we would never have time for action.” Vrook Lamar’s tone was a bit mocking.

Arkelaus grew tired of the Jedi Order’s lack of understanding, and particularly Master Lamar’s ever so mocking sense of words. It’s as if he were suspicious of Arkelaus’ true reasoning behind his thoughts, as if Lamar contemplated Arkelaus’ stance with the Jedi. Lamar was stern, and Arkelaus had grown a spot of discontent toward the Master.

“Do you honestly believe you are the only Jedi with assumptions and opinions?” Vrook asked, “That mediocre Jedi with her lust for power is the exact same way. You’re all the same now, Arkelaus, you all are young and naïve to how things get done in the galaxy. How dare you come to the Council acting as if you are as wise as us.”

Arkelaus’ face shed his emotions, those of dislike, and annoyance. Master Vandar chimed in.

“Master Vrook, the actions of this so called mediocre Jedi, are of none of your concern. A natural leader she is, a powerful Jedi she will become.” Vandar shifted his eyes towards Arkelaus, “As for you, young Knight, your words will be pondered upon, alone the Council must now be left.”

Arkelaus reluctantly bowed his head, “I only hope you can learn to see things as I do.”

He turned to his Jedi friend, Alek, and motioned for him to follow his leave. They marched side by side, once they exited the Council, Alek felt Arkelaus’ mind speeding through thoughts.

“What is it?” Alek asked.

“The Council will not budge, I can feel it. The Republic’s numbers dwindle, they will come to the Jedi to seek help, I sincerely believe it will not be given,” Arkelaus’ words were dripping with sincere confidence, and venom as will, “Now is the time to make our move.”


-Back at the Council-


“Due to Master Vandar’s vision, I don’t feel too confident in this war either,” Master Zez-Kai Ell voiced.

The entire council had looked a bit tired from all the conversing that has accumulated since the war began, and they all desperately needed a conclusion to be found. Master Vrook input the final word.

“It’s settled then, the Jedi Order will not lend support to the Republic, and we will remain confident with this decision. Council’s adjourned.”


-Meditation Chamber-


Arkelaus sat, legs folded, as he meditated on the days events. He calmed his mind and opened himself to the Force, searching his feelings.

Why, he pondered, why is the Council so naïve? Why are they blind to the terror, the evil that is upon the galaxy? It can be so easy to restore peace, to stop this war and let order settle back into place.

Arkelaus’ eyes popped open, he rapidly stood, speed walking out of the chambers. His strides were so long; he might as well have been running. He turned corners, his robes flying behind him. In his meditated state, he felt it. Felt the denial. He would not stand for this. He couldn’t. He would not continue to argue for the Jedi intervention, he was going to intervene.

He came to a stop in the lounge, where a hologram news reporter stood in the middle of twenty or so young Jedi.

“…sent a petition to the Jedi High Council for aid in the war, however the Jedi quickly denied lending any support. Even after learning of the Carthar extinction, the Jedi still stand firm in their decision.”

Arkelaus’ emotions vibrated throughout the Force, red hot hatred and resentment. The young Jedi all turned their eyes towards him, they looked up to him, understood his cause. He knew this was the time. He had to step up. The Jedi were supposed to protect, and that’s exactly what they would do.

“This is naïve,” Arkelaus exclaimed, “This is malice. How can the Council just sit back and allow the billions of death throughout the galaxy? How can they not intervene? Is that not why we became Jedi, to protect the people of the republic? My fellow Jedi, this is the time to step in and protect the galaxy, to due our duty as Jedi. Serve the Republic!”

Arkelaus’ words sharply cut deep into the minds of the Jedi. Alek stepped to Arkelaus’ side as he marched through the corridors of the temple. Within minutes, fifty other Jedi, some young padawans, some old Knights, stepped behind them and marched along. Master Vrook shouted out.

“Stop this at once!” He exclaimed, “Do you dare defy the Council?”

Arkelaus stopped, his Jedi followers looked to him as he turned his head towards Vrook, “Do you dare allow the Republic to crumble, the galaxy to lose species, the Mandalorians to conquer and destroy planet after planet? We are merely doing what is morally right. We are doing, that which we believe Jedi were meant to do.”

Arkelaus turned back and marched out of the Temple, he felt the many souls following closely behind. A hundred Jedi, marching out of the Temple.

“Revanchists! Traitors! They should all be exiled for following that menace!” Vrook Lamar fumed out towards the other Masters.

Master Atris’ white hair gleamed in the Coruscant sun light that seeped it’s way through the Council’s windows, “I must agree.”

Master Vandar spoke calmly, “Master Vrook, a bit too far you go. They are young, naïve, but certainly should not be exiled.”

Master Dorak’s hologram spoke in a static tone, “I concur with Master Vandar, these Padawans and Knights are all just trying to do what they feel is right, they will come to learn how wrong they are.”

“Oh, come now,” Master Vrook commanded the room, “If I feel it, you all must. The dark side has planted its seed in Epicurus’ mind. He’s dangerous, and now look! He has gained one hundred fellow Jedi in his evil cause. He should be exiled, if not all of them, him.”

Master Vandar shook his head, looking over to Krynda Draay, the Jedi Seer, whom spoke without needing to be told, “I see,” she paused, staring into nothingness that was everything, “Arkelaus Epicurus shall drive back the Mandalorians. The Republic will gain strength.”

“And so,” Master Vandar said, “We wait. We watch what is to become of this war.”

As we always, so ignorantly do, Kreia thought to herself. All of her trained Padawans had followed Revan, the council seemed to look at her with even more suspicion. As we always do.


-Aboard the Courageous-


Saul Karath stood at the viewport, gazing at the war which surrounded his ship. He felt strongly about how it would turn out, he was always confident about his abilities. When he pulled the strings, the music played beautifully.

“Fleet,” Karath called up his most trust worthy Lieutenant.

“Yes sir?” The Lieutenant saluted behind Karath.

“I want you to send Jaq down to the fight; he should be more than ready now.” Karath commanded.

“Aye, aye Sir.”

“And Onasi,” Karath spoke.

“Sir?”

Karath turned and smiled, “Keep up the good work, this war will only get worse, and competence is a virtue that is hard to be found.”

Carth “Fleet” Onasi saluted, turned on his heal, and walked off with a solid face.


-Kashyyyk-


In the deepest part of the Kashyyyk woods, an old, graying hermit was cooking his dinner. As he stirred the soupy liquid, he suddenly felt a strong tug on his heart. It wasn’t pain, no, it was something confusing. As if an entire planet had broken to pieces, only to be rebuilt and life to be restored. What did this mean? What was he supposed to get from this?

Bah, old age must be gettin’ to me.


-Aboard the Maurader-


Cassus Fett slowly approached the newest Mandalorian Commander, smiling through his helmet.

“And so it appears the young Canderous Ordo is slowing moving up our ranks.” Cassus mocked.

Canderous shook his head, “Don’t you have a war to win?”

“Don’t you?”

Canderous smiled, “It’s going better than I thought, I just can’t wait to get down there myself.”

Cassus turned around and walked slowly away, muttering sarcasm, “Well good, you’re heading back down to the battle grounds.”


-Coruscant-


Alek sat in a cantina, awaiting orders from Arkelaus, as he was joined by a grieving Kaylee Tessa, a fellow Jedi Knight.

“I can tell the tragedies of the outer rim have put their emotional weight on you.” Alek said carefully, if he could recruit one of the more powerful up and comers, Arkelaus would be most pleased.

“ It’s just so terrible,” Kaylee began, “So many lives, billions, thrown away by war hungry Mandalorians, and all the Council will do is sit idly by and rest their aging heads.”

Alek recognized this as his biggest opportunity, “I too, feel your pain, Kaylee. It’s so outrageous.” Alek’s words were careful, caring, yet influential, “That is why I left the Temple with Arkelaus, he gave up on convincing the Council, and is now taking action.”

Kaylee was still unsure, “Something the Jedi should’ve done from the start, but,”

Alek cut in, “But they didn’t, and he did. Vrook called us Revanchists. Can you believe that? All we want to do is protect the galaxy; our minds are not set on revenge. Arkelaus is a visionary; he believes it is our duty to serve the Republic, to serve the civilians whom have lost loved ones. Billions and billions of loved ones Kaylee, don’t you want to help them as well?”

Kaylee looked up from her drink, her grey robes started to weigh too heavy on her.

“Yes.” 


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June 27, 2008 11:20:43 PM    View the profile of Blue-Leader 
Command Deck, the Harbinger


Jedi Knight Tavon Esan stood on the Harbinger's metal Command Deck floor. His large leather boots clanked against the floor, Esan moved his thoughts deeper into the force. Searching the force Esan sensed nothing but darkness, the approaching Mandalorian fleet would bring nothing but destruction, the same thing they brought to every other world they went to. Esan had faith in the Senate, and the Republic as a whole. But one thing he didn't have faith in was their ability to defend, the Republic Fleet had already lost enough engagements and the senate had failed to address the matter. Suddenly a hologram popped up on the Bridge's main HoloPort-it was Master Vrook-this was bad.

"Master," Esan said as he moved over to the hologram, and let out a long bow. "Taris' situation is drastic, the Council should send more arms to Taris immediately. A mandalorian fleet approaches through Hyperspace, Taris doesn't have a vast amount of time left under the Republic, the clock is ticking, Master."

"Tavor, the Council has decided not to fight in the Mandalorian Wars. But as the Jedi Enclave on the Council still needs to be evacuated, but once the enclave is evacuated I want you and all of the other Jedi stationed in this battle cluster to leave the battle immediately. Understood?" The Master's balding head showed some sweat, and Esan wondered why they had decided not to fight. But he respected his master's decision, it was final.

"Yes, Master. Captain, ready my shuttle. Good day, Master." Esan bowed to his former Master, who he respected greatly. The hologram ended and Esan turned to the ship Captain. "We must evacuate the Jedi Enclave, it is of the upmost importance. I want you to signal the fleet to send Shuttles to the Enclave, then evacuate them to the Harbinger, asap!"

"Yes, sir." The Captain said, moving over to a COM station. And then he relayed a signal to the fleet, telling them to send all of their shuttles to the Jedi Enclave. He also ordered the onboard shuttle, the Resentment to prepare for immediate debark.

Mandalorian Fleet Detected,
Aboard the Resentment


"Frak," the pilot of the Relentless screamed as eighty-four Mandalorian ships dropped out of hyperspace. The Relentless was far away from the front lines, but now everyone aboard the shuttle-Jedi Knight Xaset Terep, Jedi Knight Cariga Sin, five Republic Troopers, and Esan-saw as laserfire began to be exchanged, the Hammerhead-Class Cruisers at the front lines began to get beat to a pulp, as the Aurek Starfighters of the Republic zoomed towards the enemy.

"Time to get tactical marines!" The leader of the Republic Troopers inside the shuttle yelled as they neared the Jedi Enclave.

"Captain!" Esan screamed, turning towards the veteran captain of the troopers. "Stay and Defend the shuttle, we don't want to lose our only mean of transportation. We will help-!"

"Go, go, go, go!" The Captain screamed as the shuttle hit the surface-hard. The rear hatch opened, and the lift began to open up. "Bosley take up the rear! Zevaz take point!"

"In the name of..." Fellow Jedi Xaset Terep muttered as he ran out of the shuttle. He was first, and he immediately grabbed his lightsaber hilt off of his belt and ignited it, showing a violet blade. The Jedi Enclave in front of him was in a state of chaos, and behind it a thousand landing craft were about to hit the ground. Shuttles began to land in a line, and scientists, Jedi, and droids began to run out of the Enclave.

"Kill, kill, kill!" The Trooper Captain screamed as a Mandalorian Fighter swooped over the shuttles and then proceeded onto the enclave. A group of troopers that proceeded up the gleaming steps of the enclave were turned into dust, and a huge crater were they had been.

"Master Kavar!" Esan screamed as he ran out of the shuttle, igniting his green lightsaber. Master Kavar ran along the stairs, and then took a huge leap down the rest of them. He then ignited his blue lightsaber. "Troopers, 6 o'clock!" Esan screamed that, as a troop transport-a Mandalorian troop transport-landed on the ground behind them, Esan turned just in time to see the Mando Troopers exit the transport.

"Yes, we need to evacuate this Enclave now!" Kavar screamed as he dodged a laser bolt. Esan did the same and then deflected another, shots rang everywhere. The transport line began to take off, and Mandalorian troopers began to invade the area.

"Hyah!" Terep screamed, ducking from a Mando blade and then regaining his footing in time to stab the Mandalorian invader.

"Now!" Esan screamed, and everyone filed into the shuttle. The shuttle began to take off, and Esan looked out the window of the ship. Five other transports lifted off in unison, and now a Mandalorian Fighter swooped down and shot at the shuttle closest to Esan's. The shuttle flew out of the sky and hit the surface-hard. The Resentment then flew into space, and the G force was felt all throughout the Cabin. "Pilot! Get us to the Harbinger!"

"Yes sir." The pilot screamed back, and the Resentment docked up with the Harbinger. The ship had already been given the orders, and it just had to execute them. It jumped into Hyperpsace, to Coruscant.

High Jedi Council Spire
Two Days After the First Battle of Taris


"Taris is lost." Vrook exclaimed to the group, Esan stood in the middle of the room, staring at his master with the utmost attention. Following leaving the Jedi Enclave on Taris, Esan departed with the Harbinger to Coruscant, and now he was here-in the Jedi Council-briefing them. "Tell us, do you find this mission a success?"

"No, as Master Kavar probably knows-" Esan nodded to the middle aged Council Member, Kavar. "-we lost a huge number of Jedi, of all ages. The Republic Navy exhibited a tactless evacuation of the Enclave. That is why I suggest that we, as Jedi support the War, we support the Republic."

"The council has already decided on these matters," the hologram of Dorak spoke. "We have decided not to engage in any battles this war may bring."

"Other rogues, Revanchists have already left the Jedi! To go join the Republic fleet and battle the mandalorians! Do you defy us like them?" The Coldest one on the Council, Master Atrus spoke to Esan. Esan had trained under her as an apprentice, he was then picked up by Vrook.

"No, Master. I will not follow..." Something hit Esan, Revanchists. Revan. "...Revan?"

"Yes, Revan. Revan is leading a group of about 100 Jedi to their dooms, day by day more Jedi go off to join him." Vrook stated the facts, Revan was now the evil one.
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***Command Deck, Republic Command Ship Alaric***

Vice Admiral Tarn Fal stood on the bridge of his personal flagship, the Inexpugnable-class tactical command ship Alaric. The Alaric was of a new class of ship, fresh off the line from the shipyards that orbited his home planet of Corellia. Well built and well designed, the ship promised to serve the Republic well. He was proud to have the ship under his command.

Surveying the rest of his fleet from the command deck of the Alaric, Tarn felt a sense of overwhelming pride. He was the last in a long line of commanders for this particular fleet, the 6th Republic Battle Group, and he hoped he could prove that he was worthy of such an honor.

A voice from behind him snapped him out of is reverie. Turning, he faced the speaker. “I’m sorry Captain, what did you say?” Tarn asked, his voice apologetic.

The Captain of the Alaric, Cordyn Vess, didn’t look at all perturbed by his commanding officer’s lack of attention. “I said that nearly twenty Jedi have arrived, Sir. One of them has requested a meeting with you.”

Tarn nodded absently. He had been informed nearly a week ago that several tens of Jedi had decided to join the Fleet. He didn’t know the details, but he was happy for their assistance. “Very good, Captain,” he said after a moment. “I will meet with…him? I will meet with him in my chambers.”

The Captain nodded, saluted, and moved off to a communications station. Tarn himself moved off towards the lift, and from there to his chambers. He was looking forward to meeting with the Jedi.


***Some time later, in the Admiral’s chambers***

Tarn sat across the desk from the two Jedi. Both were fairly good sized, although shorter than Tarn himself. Still, he could feel the power emanating from the two men. They wore respect like a second skin, and power like a well-worn jacket. They were dominating figures, both, but Tarn had no qualms as to which of the two was in charge. The bald man on the left, who had introduced himself as Alek, had taken nearly all his cues from the man on the right, who Tarn knew as Arkelaus Epicurus; Arkaleus was obviously in charge.

Shaking his head, Tarn drew his attention back to the bald-headed man, who had been giving a speech for the last few minutes. With a sigh, Tarn interrupted him.

“Listen, friend Jedi,” the Vice Admiral said, “you don’t have to convince me. The wars have been bad enough on the outer rim that I’m willing to accept any help you can offer. But I am NOT going to turn my fleet over to you, and I doubt the other Fleet Commanders will do any different. I have been ordered to accommodate you both with official ranks as Generals, and the Jedi you’ve brought with you will be given commissions as Commanders, but you will still take orders from ME. Understand?”

The younger man, the bald one, seemed to be quite upset at Tarn’s words. The senior naval officer couldn’t work up the gumption to be afraid; he was far too tired, and far to war fatigued. Leave it to the Jedi to refuse to give aid, then come in and expect to be in charge. No, they would do things his way, or he would do without.

The other man, Arkelaus, didn’t seem to mind, though. In fact, he looked quite pleased. “Agreed, Admiral. Now, shall we tour the troops?” he said.

Tarn nodded, somewhat uncertain. He wasn’t sure what had just happened, but he knew it probably wasn’t what he had wanted or expected out of the exchange. Still, they were Jedi. That ought to be enough.


***An hour later, aboard the Alaric***

Vice Admiral Tarn Fal walked between the rows of troopers that had been gathered in the main staging area aboard the Alaric. It was an impressive sight. Along with the Marine garrisons aboard each ship the Alaric itself housed a thousand assault troops, six thousand marines, and nearly twenty thousand war droids held in specially designed racks.

The commander of the Republic 6th Fleet was flanked by two Jedi Knights. The three struck an impressive sight in the eyes of the troops gathered before them, the Admiral no less than the Jedi.

For the first time in months, the Republic troops felt hope.


***The next day, tactical control room aurek***

Tarn sat, surveying the scene before him. On his right were the senior fleet commanders, Commodore Tersarch and Commodore Illings. Both were experienced fleet commanders, and both had served under Tarn for quite some time.

On his left sat the commander of the 6th Fleet Infantry Corps, Major General Eli Vis. Another experienced commander, he had also been with Tarn for quite some time. He was in charge of all the infantry, Marines and Assault, as well as the Droid Corps aboard the Alaric and throughout the 6th Fleet.

Past Vis sat Senior Captain Rix Tride, commander of the Starfighter Corps aboard the 6th Fleet. He was new to his position, but showed much promise. Tarn hoped he would perform as well as his recommendations said he would.

And finally, at the end of the long table, sat the two newest command officers: the Jedi Alek and Arkelaus. Tarn hoped it wasn’t a mistake allowing the two to sit in on this particular briefing, but he had little choice. The Jedi were very influential.

Standing, Tarn spoke. “Let’s begin,” he said politely. With his words a holographic image of a Mandalorian fleet appeared in the center of the table. “We have our new orders. We are to ambush and cripple, if not destroy, the 3rd Mandalorian Assault Fleet.”

With his announcement whispers broke out throughout the room. Tarn didn’t notice; he had eyes only for the Jedi. Both were grinning.

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June 29, 2008 5:24:32 PM    View the profile of Verkur 
***Two days earlier, the Jedi Temple on Coruscant***

Kyle made his way through the empty halls of the Jedi Temple, his brother Andrik at his side. The light thud of their boots echoed around them. The two brothers were walking at a modest pace, a determined presence emanated from Kyle. Kyle and Andrik were discussing the happenings of the past few days.

“So brother, what do you think of Arkelaus and his plans?” Andrik asked Kyle.

“Truthfully, I think he is right. The council has sat and done nothing for far too long. The Jedi are supposed to keep peace and protect the galaxy from evil. If the Council waits any longer, there will be nothing left to protect.” Kyle answered, his tone dripping with annoyance for the Council and their stubbornness.

“Yes. All they do is talk. They never take action. So then, what are your plans Kyle?” Andrik queried, wondering what his brother would say.

“I am not sure just yet, though I think……” Kyle started, but was cut off as Master Vrook stepped out in front of the brothers.

“What is it exactly that you think Kyle? You would not be so foolish as the others to follow Revan to war against the Mandalorians do you? The Council has decided not to go to war, all Jedi must not fight.” Master Vrook said, annoyed that so many Jedi had already left to follow Arkelaus.

“Revan? Who are you talking about Master Vrook, we know no one by the name Revan.” Andrik chimed in, confused about this new name.

“Arkelaus, the Council calls him Revan now, after the term Revanchists. He must not be followed to war, the Council will not allow you to leave.” Vrook stated, his temper rising.

“My apologies Master Vrook, but your Jedi Council is weak. No longer will I sit by and watch as innocent lives are taken by the Mandalorians. I am going to follow Arkelaus, or Revan as you call him. I will follow him, and I will help the Republic in its time of need.” Kyle replied, his own anger and hate towards Master Vrook steadily rising.

“I see. What about you Andrik? Will you follow Revan and your brother to war?” Vrook added, turning his attention to Andrik.

“I have always followed my brother when he decides to go somewhere, and he has always done the same for me. So to answer your question, yes, I will follow my brother and Revan to war. Besides, it is wrong that the Council just sits and does nothing. Something has to be done about the Mandalorians.” Andrik explained to Master Vrook.

“So be it. You will see the error of your ways, you will see.” Vrook said, and with that he turned and left the Tavaris brothers alone once again.

The two looked at each other and laughed and continued their walk through the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. They continued to their chambers.

“I think it’s time we left the Temple Andrik. Let us gather our things and find Revan.” Kyle said, his thoughts on the coming war.


***Aboard the Alaric, Sparring chambers***

Kyle stood in the perfected stance of Djem So, the fifth form of lightsaber combat. His orange lightsaber firmly grasped in his right hand. His other lightsaber, which could be attached the the end of the one in his right hand, hung loosely on his belt. Across from him was his brother Andrik, his own lightsaber glowing in his hands.

Andrik lurched forward, swinging his saber high, only to connect with Kyle’s. Kyle quickly countered, as was the routine with the Djem So style, counter then attack. The two sparred for several minutes, until Kyle grabbed his second blade, a second beam of orange entering the fight. The fight was quick, their movements fluid and precise. Halfway through the fight, Kyle jumped back breathing heavy. He stood straight and smiled at his brother.

“You wouldn’t? I hate it when you do this.” Andrik said from the other side of the sparring mat.

Kyle just laughed as he lifted both his lightsaber’s, and touching the bottoms together, connected his two blades, into a single double hilt. A small crowd had encircled the pair, ensuring they had enough room so that no one was struck accidently by the deadly weapons. Whispers began to spread through the crowd as they saw the double-bladed weapon, its blades a menacing orange.

Kyle leaped forward, twirling his blade above his head, and then striking to connect with Andrik’s blade. The fight continued, and the two sparred, for quite a bit, drawing a hefty crowd. When the fight was finished, both brothers stood next to each other, sweaty and laughing.


***Alaric Command Deck***

Kyle and Andrik stepped through the main bulkhead doors leading to the Command Deck of the Alaric. Up ahead they saw Vice Admiral Tarn Fal, Alek, and Arkelaus. The Tavaris brothers quickened their pace to meet up with the Jedi and Vice Admiral. When they reached the small group, the three turned around to meet the new comers.

“Ah Kyle, Andrik, glad to see you two had decided to come along. I knew the Council would not keep you two in place.” Arkelaus said to the brothers.

Both Kyle and Andrik bowed.

“You both know Alek, but should be introduced to this gentlemen, and Commander of this ship. Kyel, Andrik, this is Vice Admiral Tarn Fal. Vice Admiral, this is Kyle Tavaris, and his brother Andrik Tavaris. Both well trained Jedi. They will be most useful in the coming battles.

Kyle and Andrik bowed to the Vice Admiral.

“It is good to be here Arkelaus. It is about time someone decided to break away and help the Republic. I would hate to see it fall to the Mandalorians. Oh, by the way. Before we left the Temple, Andrik and I unluckily met Master Vrook in the halls. He and the council have given you a new name for your actions. They now call you Revan. Personally I like it.” Kyle said, letting out a small chuckle.

The five continued to talk for some time, when nothing was left to be said, Kyle and Andrik said their goodbyes, and with a final bow, left the three men to their plotting and planning.


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As Isa'ack walked behind Aristoa, he thought about the consequences of the war.

They got into there Jedi starfighter and took off in the planned cordinates.

"Master?" asked Isa'ack. "yes" he replied. "Master, what are we supposed to do with these two starships, after all we are only two Jedi?, how much can we actaully help?"

"Two Jedi, in starships giuded by the force can be as lethel as an entire sqaudron of fighters" answered Aristoa calmly.

Isa'ack felt a wave of confidence eminating from his master.

They took of and left the planet behind they hooked their ships with a hyper ring and took of.

Isa'ack thought of the upcoming battle and he smiled, for once he was going to be able to use his real skill, all he had done in the temple was merely trianing and he yearned for the battlefield.

Isa'ack was thinking of all the upcoming battles when his thoughts were interuppted

"Isa'ack?" it was Aristoa

"Yes" answered Isa'ack

"Are you ok? I felt a shimmer in the force and you were silent" asked Aristoa

Isa'ack was confused he hadn't felt anything but again, his master had more experiance, so he answered "I am ok master"

For a while everything was silent Isa'ack was enjoying just being in hyperspace, then Aristoa broke in "Prepare to exit hyper space"

Isa'acks thoughts raced. What would they find? would they find a huge fleet, or the destroyed remnants of ships?

Thats when he rememmbered he hadnt asked his master where they were going.
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Supreme Chancellor Kiat Filto's Office


Supreme Chancellor Kiat Filto, a Muunilinst Muun sat in front of seven Jedi: Master Vrook, Master Atris, Master Dorak, Master Zez-Kei Ell, Instructor Zezep, Jedi Knight Terep, and Jedi Knight Talvon Esan-the four masters sat in the four chairs while the other three stood upright and ready. Talvon's sandy blonde hair stood out from Terep's black hair and short mustache. The two stood right behind Master Zez-Kei Ell, while Intructor Zezep stood directly behind Vrook, and the eight discussed the war with eachother.

"Well I am afraid the Jedi Council has decided not to do to war, we are afraid of the consequences would be to large. We are confident in the Republic's ability to handle this situation, and we are steadfast on our decision." Vrook spoke with utter confidence, no word left his mouth that he did not mean. Talvon thought the exact opposite, the Republic's ability to handle the war was going terrible, they needed more support. "We are aware of a small faction of rogue Jedi that have clung to your 6th Republic Battle Group, and are lead by a rogue Jedi named Arkelaus Epicurus. They are exiles, they are rogues, they-"

Vrook was cut off by Master Dorak. "What Master Vrook is meaning to say, Chancellor is that these stray Jedi have gone against the best wishes of the Jedi Order, and our council. They are stray, and they currently are doing what they think is right, if we may-"

"They are doing what is right." Filto cut into Dorak's speech, and he moved his long Muun fighters over his gently shaven chin. He now pressed both his hands down upon his desk. "The Jedi Council is not fighting in this war, I realize that. We are losing my friends, the dear Republic that I have served for countless years is crumbling while in my grasp. This cannot happen, it has stood for thousands of years and will hopefully serve the galaxy for thousands more. The Senate has repeatedly requested help from the Council, with no avail."

"With all due respect Chancellor, the Senate does not control the Jedi Order, nor do they have any right to command us." Master Zez-Kai Ell spoke for the first time, Talvon searched through the force for Revan and the other Jedi. "The Council has come to a verdict, and as you already know that we are staying out of this war. You already have a pocketful of rogues, and one of them happens to be my padawan. We are making the right decision, wether you like it or not."

"This meeting is adjourned!" The Muun's tall figure stood up, his voice began to rise. "The Republic is falling, and you weak minded sorcerers are going to nothing about it."

"So it is." Atris said, her gleaming white hair shone on the Coruscanti sky as she, and the other three Masters stood up. They began to walk down the stairs leading out of the office, the Chancellor was obviously furious with the Jedi. A trickle of sweat moved down his face, and Talvon was the last to leave striking a bow and walking down, he followed the other Jedi out the automatic door. Walking out into the hallway that lead to the Senate Rotunda and the landing pad they had came from.

"This is madness, I am already hearing reports of Revan in the Outer Rim Sieges. The HoloNet can't stop talking about the 'Hero of the Republic'. Please-" Master Vrook spoke in his usual stubborn tone, but was cut into by Terep.

"Maybe the Chancellor is right, and maybe Revan is as well. Maybe we should go to war, we are the defenders of the Republic!" Terep spoke with fury at the balding master.
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-Aboard the Marauder-

Joshen Skirata was wondering aimlessly along the decks of the ship in full Mandolorian armor. He found it to be secure. It wasn't that he didn't have anything to do, it was the fact that he had a lot on his mind. It seemed that whenever Joshen had a lot of things on his mind, had to move to clear his head. That was some of the reason he had such amazing stamina because most of the time on Mandalore, he ran because he had a lot of space to do it, but on the deck all he could do was walk, which didn't help as much as running did. As he walked he drummed a rhythmic beat with his fingers on his yellow leg armor. It must have been catchy because soon other people walking by started to do it.

This is stupid. All I want to do is be on Mandalore. But no, I have to put up with this war. I doubt we will even win. We'll have to crawl back home with our tails between our legs. This is just to much for me right now. I'll think about it when I actually have time to.

Striding down the deck toward his quarters, Joshen was a menacing figure despite the fact that he was wearing yellow armor. When he got there, he grabbed his gear and left. His next destination was the hanger, to board a landing craft. On the way to the hanger, he passed many blue-armored Mandolorians, but he was troubled by the lack of red or yellow armor. Blue armor was the sign of a new recruit, while red signified a Rally Master and yellow armor was worn by higher ranking warriors. Rally Masters oversee and train new recruits which was troubling because since there was a very high number of new recruits, there should have been an equal number of Rally Masters. Also, if there weren't many of the high ranking warriors like himself, then the ground force of this fleet was mainly new recruits, many of which probably haven't even been in a skirmish, much less a battle. He put it out of his mind until he had entered the hanger and settled in the pilots seat of the sleek landing craft.

-Aboard the landing craft-

This is bad, very bad. We can't have just these... noobs... fighting for us. We'll be killed. I know. I'll ask Canderous about it. He'll know for sure because he is the frakkin Mandolorian Commander for... woah, would you look at that.

It was the beautiful, yet strangely terrible planet beneath him that had interrupted him. He put the craft on auto pilot and relaxed as he looked at the sight. Then, something happened. His vision swam and something appeared before him.

A hooded man with a red beam of light replacing one of his arms was standing in front of a kneeling figure clothed in Mandolorian armor. They briefly conversed and the hooded man silently decapitated the kneeling figure. The head flew off in a slow motion and it seemed to be flying toward Joshen. Somehow it was dark and Joshen couldn't see who it was, but right before it entered into the light, everything faded away.

Joshen woke up on the floor of the landing craft in a cold sweat. As he got up and settled back into the pilots seat, he couldn't help but wonder.

What was that about? Who were those men? Who and why was that man that was killed?
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Andrik and his twin brother Kyle hovered a foot above the floor of their quarters aboard the Alaric. The room’s lights were turned off, and the two meditated in complete darkness, legs crossed, arms folded. For this meditational state, speech was not needed; the brother’s conversed through the Force. It was odd how their relationship worked, Kyle always inputted his thoughts on big decisions, Andrik would follow. However, when it came to teaching, Andrik seemed to be the teacher in some cases.

“Brother,” Andrik spoke through to Force, the room remained eerily quiet, “Calm your senses, relax all your worries. Don’t think so much about thinking, just do it.”

Kyle’s Force aura was finally still, calmness suddenly ensued through his body. Then, both brothers opened their eyes and stood, turning the lights on. A knock came, it was Admiral Tarn Fal.

“Jedi,” Fal started, “Your first mission has arrived.”

The two Tavaris brothers smirked to each other.

Fal continued, “The Mandalorians have attacked the planet of Vanquo, and our help is needed. You two will be our lead in ground defense. The Mandalorian warriors are extremely skilled, prepare yourselves, your shuttle departs in one hour.”

-An hour later-

Andrik Tavaris threw his gray hood over his head as he slid his black gloves on. He took his seat directly behind his brother in their shuttle, strapping himself in. He concentrated on the mission at hand, which was quite simple but would prove to be difficult.

Kyle turned his head, checking in, “Brother, remember, we get down there, fight our way through the Mando shocktroopers, make our way to the outpost and secure the hostages.”

Andrik finished strapping in, and sent in his affirmation, “Sounds like a plan.”

Andrik rubbed his bearded chin, focusing strongly on his thoughts.
Jolee, he vibrated through the Force, this is what you would do, right? This is the right thing? I know it is, I know you would. I will make you proud, old friend.

The shuttle entered the Vanquo in atmosphere, Andrik and Kyle took in the sights of the once gorgeous planet, its beauty being raped by the streaks of blaster fire, the countless dead bodies that fed the ground. It was painful, sending tremors through the Force. Then the physical tremors came. The shuttle shook once, then again. They were too low for it to be turbulence, and Andrik knew that wasn’t the case. They were being fired upon.

“How’s the damage?” Kyle exclaimed, met by no reply from the pilot.

“Not good,” Andrik replied, as he unstrapped himself from his seat and inspected the dead pilot.

Kyle still sat and clung tightly to the seat’s arm rest, “Can you land this safely?”

Andrik equipped his lightsaber, igniting the purple blade. With both hands held tightly to the hilt, he began to slice through the roof of the shuttle, as it began to fall faster to the ground, now merely ten meters from the ground. Andrik, with the assistance of the Force, leaped out of the hole he created.

“Apparently not,” Kyle said to himself as he quickly unstrapped himself.

Kyle was always the lesser aggressive of the two twins. Even in lightsaber combat, he calmly watched over his opponents every move, and took his surroundings into account. Andrik on the other hand, wasn’t as much of a thinker, preferring to strike quick and hard and always play the offensive. Kyle struggled with his straps, they weren’t coming undone.

Oh, this won’t be good.

The shuttle rapidly descended to five meters, the crash would certainly kill Kyle.

-Ground level-

Andrik hit the ground, rolling head over feet to help lessen the impact. As he rolled he swiped at the legs of three Mandalorians, cutting their ankles clean off. He stood to his feet, quickly threw his robe off, and began deflecting blaster shots. A dangerously beautiful array of purple light interacting with the red and blue bolts of laser made the battle look almost peaceful in a way. If they weren’t trying to kill each other, the colors would blend to form a magnificent rainbow like display of bright colors bouncing off one another.

-Shuttle-

Three seconds. Three seconds is all the time Kyle had before the shuttle would crash onto the forestry that lay beneath. His straps were stuck, and he knew death would be imminent if he couldn’t break free. Which he could not.

-Ground level-

Andrik had reflected blaster bolt after blaster bolt, and with the help of the Republic soldiers, he managed to calm the Mandalorian attack down a bit. He suddenly felt a hard tug on his heart, on his mind. All of a sudden his confidence and cockiness was abruptly replaced by fear and anxiousness. The Republic soldiers had progressed deeper, giving Andrik some time to calm his mind. He thought deeply, using the Force to search out the creator of these new feelings. It was his brother, plummeting to his death. Andrik controlled his thoughts, his emotions, and pushed the Force throughout the atmosphere.

-Shuttle-

Kyle felt a sudden nudge in the Force, then a tight grip on himself. It had been his brother, sending help through the Force. The Tavaris brothers weren’t the strongest Force users alone, but when the two combined, used their Force bond to its highest potential, they could seemingly accomplish any feat. Kyle focused, he had two seconds, maybe. He took in all concentration on the Force, centered himself on it, and basked in the power. He pushed outward, giving support beneath the Republic shuttle, steadily slowing its finishing descent. The shuttle slammed against the ground, but with more than half the amount of pressure it had originally. Instead of dying, Kyle merely felt a strong shudder. His lightsaber had fallen from his belt, rolling into the cockpit. Kyle reached out with the Force, switching the light saber on and pulling it into his right hand, slicing through his straps. He straightened up his Jedi robes with a sigh.

Could have been worse, he mused.

He waved his hand in front of the shuttle’s door, and it lifted open.

-Ground-

Andrik reopened his eyes, and witnessed as his brother – whose appearance was much cleaner than Andrik’s pirate like beard – walk slowly from the crashed shuttle.

“Well,” Andrik said, “there goes our get away vehicle.” He ran his hand through his rough beard in ponderment.

Kyle and Andrik’s meeting was soon interrupted by cries for help as the Republic soldiers struggled against a newly landed group of Mandalorians, including a massive Basilisk droid, menacing over the soldiers. 

“Not good, retreat!” A Republic commander exclaimed.

Andrik ignited his purple saber, “No time, take cover and aim for the footmen, we’ll handle the droid.”

“We will?” Kyle asked half jokingly as he attached the second end of the light saber, igniting the orange blade.

The Republic soldiers hid behind large trees and personnel carriers, cutting down and being cut down. The Mandalorians were as fierce as they come, but it seemed as if the Republic’s resolve was strengthened merely by the appearance of the two Jedi, and strengthened even farther by how battle ready said Jedi were. The Republic soldiers were impressed, and a bit intimidated, but they were prepared to fight along side the helpful Jedi warriors, and so they will.

The two twin Jedi, light sabers at the ready, deflected blaster shots as the moved toward the scarily powerful Basilisk droid. The Mandalorian riding the droid made it charge at the Tavaris brothers.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” Andrik exclaimed through the roaring of the droid.

Kyle, on the other hand, was already in action. He had taken in his surroundings, and knew just how to cut down the Basilisk. Kyle began to run deeper into the forest.

“I’ll be the bait!” Kyle yelled back to his brother, “Get that Mandalorian down and surge all power!”

Kyle used the Force to help energize his legs, giving him the strength and will to run faster as the Basilisk droid’s engines roared loudly behind him. Kyle feared that if Andrik wouldn’t get there fast enough, the Basilisk will begin to fire its missiles, which probably wouldn’t bode well for the Jedi Knight.

Andrik ran close behind, also using the Force to help push his strides longer and faster. He disengaged his saber, strapped it to his belt, and Force leaped aboard the Basilisk. The Mandalorian rider didn’t even know what had happened when a purple laser sword entered in from his back, out of his chest. Andrik pushed him off the droid, and dug his purple blade into the Basilisk’s control panel, rending it useless. Andrik let out a sigh of relief as he re-strapped his saber onto his belt, and jumped down from the Basilisk. Everything was ok.

The sight that lay ahead of them, however, was not. The Vanquo forest ended replaced by a camp site the size of the Jedi temple in width. It was layered with small barracks and control offices. It was the Mandalorian outpost they had been sent to destroy. The Jedi Knights were horrified. They knew that hostages of the Republic were present, but not like this. Mandalorians had those hostages lined up in a row, all four of them, stripped naked. They bled from every pore it seemed, with despair in their eyes, looking as though they’ve been begging the Mandalorians to kill them, instead of continuing the torture. The Mandalorians present were few, but were armed powerfully. The Jedi’s goal was to defeat the armed patrols, question the two commanders, and ultimately free the hostages, and return them to the fleet for medical analyzing. They weren’t, however, allowed to kill the commanders, or their innocent families that slept within the barracks. The goal simple, the execution understandable.

The two Jedi waltzed into the outpost with light sabers at the ready, faces full of hatred. The beaten hostages looked up from their position on their knees, arms tied above their heads. The Mandalorian patrolmen, all four of them, stood with their backs to the Jedi, laughing and murmuring towards the hostages. The right most Mandalorian fell, his legs cut off at the knees by a purple blade. The Mandalorian to the left of that one had his torso removed by that same purple blade, all the disembowelments happening in one smooth motion. The left most Mandalorian was in the process of turning his head as it was lopped off by an orange blade, the warrior to his right managed to life up his blaster rifle just before he was force lifted three meters above the ground, then force choked until his last ounce of air left him. Kyle did the lifting, Andrik did the choking.

Kyle then put away his saber, getting back into his contemplative state which had happened ever so often. Kyle was the thinker of the two, Andrik preferred quicker action, and they worked well together. As Andrik walked over to the gagged hostages, calmy untying them, he spoke.

“What is there to think about?”

Kyle’s face had yet to shift from its pondering state, “Andrik, you know you feel it as well as I do, you just push the feelings away.”
Andrik untied the second hostage, “Because no sense comes from them. Why think when you can act? Isn’t that why we’re here? The Council has done nothing but think, Arkelaus finally gets action in place, and here we are.”

Kyle began to gaze at the above sky, lit up by battles, “That’s different. They thought about war without going into action themselves, I’m thinking about a feeling. Feelings aren’t wars, action needs not be placed immediately, rather careful thought and consideration.”

Andrik untied the third hostage, the two that were untied began to cloth themselves with the strands of clothing the Mandalorians didn’t burn, “You’re always thinking.”

Kyle grinned, “And you’re always on the move.”

The fourth and last Republic hostage had been made secure, and Kyle had called in for a medic, which came aptly and applied assistance. Kyle did all the talking.

“Tell me what happened,” he said to the Republic captain.

“We received a distress call eleven months ago; the Republic sent just the four of us down here. It was awful,” the Captain winced at the memory, “As soon as we landed, we were over taken by fifty, sixty warriors. They stripped us, tortured us, made us fight for our lives against their younger warriors for their training. Long nights. Almost a whole frakin’ year. I owe you our lives, or what’s left of them.”

Andrik looked on with anger, hatred. If the Council would have done something sooner, these courageous men would still have their dignity. Andrik grew a deep seeded hatred towards the old hags on the Jedi Council. If it were run by Arkelaus, things would be different, the war would already be over, and the Mandalorians would be slaves for the Republic. Whispers of hate and anger came through the Force.

“We’re merely doing what is right, Captain,” Kyle announced, “Now follow Medic Karpee to his shuttle, you’ll be heading back up to the Fleet for more inspection.”

The Captain saluted, “Godspeed men.”

The two Jedi were left alone. Kyle couldn’t help but sense the red hot feelings emanating in the Force from his brother. He felt them too, not only did he personally agree with Andrik, but the Force bond they shared allowed them to feel each other’s emotions just as the creator of such emotions felt them. It had its good times, and it’s bad.

“I understand, brother,” Kyle muttered softly, “And I agree. But let’s not hate them yet, they may have good reasoning towards their lack of action.”

Kyle didn’t even believe that, in no way would Andrik, “Millions of lives tortured and destroyed? The only reasoning for lack of action, my old friend, is cowardice.”

“Agreed,” Kyle admitted, “But we have time for discussion later, we have a job to complete.”

Just as Kyle began to search the outpost with the Force for the two Mandalorian Commanders, out they came from their huts. No weapons, no armor, they must have not heard the deaths of their comrades. As they finally gazed upon the two angered Jedi in the middle of the camp, next to the warm fire, they were startled, even immediately surrendered.

“Cowards,” Andrik spoke, words dripping venom, “Pure cowardice.”

Kyle commanded calmly, “On your knees, hands on your heads.”

The two commanders did so, and even though the surrendered, they spat upon the Jedi’s boots, honoring their Mandalorian pride. Andrik didn’t take well to the unappreciated spit shine, and delivered a fierce blow to the eldest commander’s chin with his spat on boot. The commander groaned in sincere pain.

“Calm yourself, Andrik, we need his jaw for him to speak,” Kyle eyed the two commanders, “Now, information please. What are you planning? What cities will you plan to invade next?”

The commanders wouldn’t budge, spitting again at the Jedi.

Andrik couldn’t help it, “You’re killing innocent lives just for a good fight, you’re naïve to the strain the galaxy now has, and you made the mistake of torturing Republic soldiers, good men.”

The commander spat again, and Andrik was finished. He speed walked towards the hut the two commanders came from. When he returned, two wives, and three children were in tow. He lined them up in the same way as the tortured Republic soldiers were, full with tie’s and gags. Kyle stood by, breathing in the hot hatred.

“Easy, brother,” Kyle said, however making no attempt to stop him.

The family was tied up directly in front of their commander fathers, husbands, facing each other. The family screamed through the gags, and the commanders, for the first time, began pleading.

“Wait, don’t do this, I assure you you’ll regret it,” The younger commander said.

Andrik spat out venom, “You dare threaten me? Do you not see who is in charge here?”

“Easy,” Kyle whispered, his eyes now closed in Force basking.

“Tell us your plans, our face death,” Andrik exclaimed.

“Go space yourself, Jedi. My clan will destroy you and your puny brother. Oh, and we’ll go after your friends, your fellow Jedi, your beloved Republic, and sure enough your family,” The eldest commanded threatened.

“Yours first.”

After Andrik spat out his venom weaved words, his purple light saber ignited, he beheaded the two wives, and decapitated two of the three children. He quickly strided over to the elder commander, knelt to his level, and tightly grabbed a hold of his face as the remaining child screamed and wailed.

“See this? See what you have created? Things could have gone so well, now look. May acid rain down upon your clan as your family weeps and wails as they witness light saber after light saber destroy their lives.”

Andrik spat out, and heard his brother’s orange blade emit its energy. He glanced backward, the orange blade slicing through the child’s chest, ending his short lived life. Andrik finished off the two commanders, not with his furious blade, but my setting them near the fire, throwing their bodies in the vast flaming pit. They screamed and yelled for in pain as their lives slowly burned away. When the screaming ceased, the two Jedi walked away.

-Republic Shuttle, heading back to the Fleet-

The brothers sat there, in deep meditation.

Did we go too far, Andrik pondered; did we do the wrong thing? No, no. They had to feel the pain they’ve put on the universe.
Andrik turned to his intellectually higher powered brother, Kyle, “Brother, what did we just do?”

Kyle, without breaking his meditation, claimed, “The right thing…”

---Aboard the Alaric---

A sharp feeling broke Arkelaus free of his sleep; it was an odd sensation that satisfied Arkelaus in a well known way, as if his thirst had been quenched by the coldest water. He felt as though the twin suns of Tatooine had crashed down on the planet itself, sending the three massive spheres downward into darkness. As if something, or someone, had done something to, or will do something, to plunge the galaxy in darkness. Maybe not someone, but someones…


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Hammerhead-class Cruiser Right to Reply
Courascant system


Captain Kale Tyrol watched silently from the centre of the bridge as the crew took his ship through a series of manoeuvres.

The Right to Reply had spent the last few weeks in spacedock undergoing a retro-fit. After 4 years spent watching the Mandalorians along what would become the infamous Jebble-Vanquo-Tarnith line, Kale had figured they were overdue.

But was a few weeks ago. Now Kale was just eager to get back to the Admirals and do his part. Unfortunately for him, he was stuck serving out the minimum “training” period required for new crewmembers.

Fleet Regulations: Chp 12:4:22.6

After a retro fit, if more then 25% of the crewmembers of any given section are replaced, the Captain is to require at least one week’s grace period to allow for orientation and training of these new members. This can only be overridden by…


The 4 years had taken its toll on the ship and crew. They had only had a partial refit after the ambush that killed Captain Keyes, and earned Kale his promotion. No crew had been replaced apart from a handful of volunteers, and ever since then the Reply had just been in one skirmish after the next.

Yes…it’s been one hell of a ride…

Kale stood silently as his XO came and stood beside him. Like him, Lieutenant Faye Valerie had been promoted when the Captain had died, filling the vacant XO spot left by Kale when he assumed command. The two had been assigned to the Right to Reply at almost the same time, and had seen a lot together.

“What do you think sir?” she said as she stood at attention.

“Not bad Lieutenant. The Mandalorian’s are going to wish they’d never messed with the Right to Reply now.”

This was a staged display that the two officers had worked out earlier, to heighten morale. They’d done it a couple of times before, so some of the older hands might recognise it – but it wasn’t for them anyway.

Lieutenant Valerie leaned forward and spoke into Kale’s ear.

“Orders from Command sir, we’re being assigned a couple of Jedi.”

That made Kale turn around.

“Jedi?”

“Yes sir, from the council. There concerned about the renegades who joined the war against their orders. Spies, sir.”

Kale sighed. Despite being away from the Core for nearly 8 years, he had kept up with all the news and happenings. Being raised as a social elite often left you with an un-healthy appetite for ‘gossip’.

“I heard about that. A bunch of them went and joined the 6th fleet over Vanquo. Being led by some guy called Revan or something.”

“Yes sir. And now the Council want to spy on him.”

Fantastic…

Kale had never really liked the Jedi. Many had come to Taris to try and solve the social problems that plagued the planet, but they only ended up making things worse. Now they were arguing over something as simple as helping the institution that they co-exist with…

All they do is cause trouble.

“I suppose there’s no way out of this, is there?”

“We could assassinate them sir.”

Kale looked at her.

“Accidents happen all the time sir.”

Kale chuckled, “When are they getting here?”

Before she could answer, the communications officer spoke up from his console.

“Captain Gaunt, a shuttle is hailing us and is requesting a docking solution. They’ve got no authorisation codes and no ID. Said you should be expecting them.”

Kale frowned. Bloody Jedi.

“Unfortunately Ensign, I am.”

Kale picked up his communicator from his belt, and accessed the Ship-wide channel.

“Attention, this is Captain speaking. Stand down, repeat, stand down. Cancel all Manoeuvres, go to condition 2. Would a guard detail please meet me at the starboard docking hatch.”
He turned to the bridge crew.

“Well done ladies and gents. Helm, take us back towards Courascant. Steady as she goes.”

He turned back towards his XO.

“Let’s go meet our guests.”

“Actually, I thought I’d stay here and hold the fort. Sir.”

Kale gave his XO a long hard stare.

“I hate you sometimes Lieutenant.”

“I know you do sir.”

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“I trust you’ll keep the true nature of our mission a secret, Captain Tyrol.”

Kale leaned back on his chair and studied the two women with a weary expression. As much as he enjoyed the company of females, having two female Jedi onboard was bound to cause problems. It didn’t help that they acted all superior either.

Upon arriving on the ship, they had marched straight to the conference room which incidentally was only a few paces away from the docking hatch.

Kale had stared at them for a full minute before deciding to dismiss the detail and follow them.

He had only just gotten through the doors when one of them used to the force to shut it behind him. Trying to keep calm, Kale sat down and ordered them all some refreshment whilst the younger Jedi paced the room, as if looking for something.

Kale was already half way through his tonic before the pair were satisfied he wasn’t trying to bug them.

And through-out it all, they hadn’t said a word, until now.

“I’m sorry?”

“Our mission. Surely you don’t think we’re going to announce to Revan that we’re from the council.”

Luckily, Kale had managed to skim-read his new orders before the Jedi had turned up. He hated been caught off-guard.

“Well miss…?”

He also hated it when people didn’t introduce themselves.

“Veila. Jedi Veila. And this is my apprentice, Bastila.”

“Well Miss Veila, luckily for you I didn’t get this position because I have have influential parents.”

That brought on another superior, and knowing, smirk.

“You didn’t?”

Someone’s being doing their research.

“No. I didn’t. I got into the academy because I had influential parents. The years since are all thanks to my competence and hard work. Now, I’m aware that you’ve been sent by the Jedi Council to spy on the Revanchists, and I also know that you’re cover story is that you yourself are so-called rebels-”

“They are rebels! They defied the Council, they betrayed the Jedi, and they betrayed themselves!”

Kale looked up at the apprentice, Bastila. She looked angry, but she was also blushing from her outburst.

Veila gave Kale what almost looked like an apologetic smile.

“Be mindful of your feelings my padawan, otherwise you will be no better then them,” she nodded towards Kale. “Continue Captain.”

Kale nodded a polite thank you, and brought up some read-outs on his console.

“The Right to Reply is nearing the end of it’s mandatory re-orientation period. Once complete, we will probably be re-deployed to the JVT line, but I can’t guarantee it will be to the same system as this Revan.”

That brought another scowl from Bastila. Veila remained unperturbed.

“If that happens, I will do all I can to discreetly transfer you to wherever they are.”

And it won’t be a moment too soon.

Veila smiled. It was a nice smile, for a Jedi. “Thank you ,Captain.”

But Kale wasn’t finished.

“Now, You’re going to be assigned some quarters, and I expect you to familiarise yourself with the vital areas of the ship. Furthermore-”

Obviously, this was getting too much for Bastila.

“And just who do you think you are? Giving orders to us!?”

Unfortunately for her, Kale had had enough as well.

“I think I am the Captain of this vessel, and per your cover story, you have been assigned to me. Whilst you are on my ship, you will follow my instructions. Is that clear, Apprentice?”

Bastila looked like she was going to argue, but Veila stepped in.

“Bastila, he’s right, this is his ship, and if we are going to fit in, we have to act like the other Revanchists. Just be thankful we haven’t been given a commission yet.”

That made Kale smile. In order to accept the services of the renegade jedi without offending the Council, Naval Command had given every Jedi a field commission, and integrated them into the armed forces. That meant they had to take orders from the military.

If only I was so lucky…

“Now, go grab the gear and find the quarters we’ve been assigned. I’ll see you there soon.”

Bastila gave Kale another scowl and stalked off towards the turbo lift.

Veila watched her go, and then turned back towards Kale.

“Tell me Captain, with such a heritage as yours, it puzzles me that you do not think much of Jedi.”

That made Kale frown. Heritage?

“What do you mean?”

Veila’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, “You mean you don’t know?”

“Know what?”

Before she could answer, Kale’s comlink beeped.

“Kale here.”

Lieutenant Valerie’s worried voice came in over the speaker.

“Sir, you better get over here, something’s happened.”

“What is it? Has something happened with the ship?”

“No sir, it’s back at fleet command. We’re picking up a lot of erratic chatter. Another Hammer jumped in a few minutes ago.”

“Can you tell what’s going on? Who’s the Hammer?”

“It’s the Harbinger sir, part of Admiral Veltraa’s fleet…”

Veltraa? Last I heard she was stationed at…

He stopped dead in his tracks.

“Faye… What are they saying?”

The Lieutenant took a long time to answer.

“It’s Taris sir. We’ve lost Taris.”

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Accompanied by Lonna Vash and Xaset Terep


The Council was in session, and in the center of the room was Talvon Esan, Xaset Terep, and Lonna Vash. While Masters Atris and Zez-Kai Ell were briefing the three on there new mission. Master Vrook sat in his chair in quiet contemplation, listening to the entire conversation. The Jedi Swordmsman Master Kavar watched the briefing, but was not listening, instead he was thinking through the force on the Mandalorian Wars. Today Dorak's hologram was not present, instead his actual body was he sat on the edge of his seat, listening intently.

"We are sending you three to the Hammerhead-Class Cruiser Adjacent, it is planned to meet up with the 6th Fleet. The 6th Fleet means  Revan, Revan means Revanchists, and so on so forth. Once the Adjacent meets up with the 6th Fleet we want you to report immediately. We then want you, Terep, and Vash to request a meeting with Revan." Atris said, her usual cold voice was present. The rest of the council nodded in agreement. And Master Zez-Kei Ell opened his mouth to speak.

"We hereby promote Jedi Knight Talvon Esan, and Jedi Knight Xaset Terep to the rank of Jedi Investigator. And Jedi Master Lonna Vash to the rank of Counsellor, your first mission as a Counsellor will be to investigate Revan." Master Zez-Kei Ell finished his speech, and then nodded to Master Dorak.

"You are dismissed, Council adjourned." Master Dorak spoke with his clear voice, and the three Knights bowed and walked out of the Council Chambers. Talvon drew a smirk onto his face, he was a Jedi Investigator. The three Jedi then set off down the vast hallways of the Jedi Templte to the shuttle that they would take to the ship, this was going to be a long, long mission.

In Orbit above Coruscant
Shuttle Sole Purpose
En Route to the Adjacent

The three Jedi assigned to the Adjacent sat in the shuttle Sole Purpose, a banging noise was heard inside the shuttle as the docking tube from the Adjacent joined with the Sole Purpose. Talvon had been assigned as the 'leader' of the group of Jedi that the Council was using to spy on the Revanchist Faction, the other two Jedi were Xaset Terep, and Lonna Vash. The thwi knights and the accompanying Master sat ready for the shuttle hatch to open, and the Captain of the Adjacent greet them. The three had already been briefed on Ka Tyzia, and they knew to keep a low profile aboard his ship. The hatch then opened, and four Republic Troopers and a Republic Captain all in their red uniforms stood there, waiting for the Jedi to board the Adjacent.

"Captain," Talvon was the first to speak, he stood up and moved towards the five Republic Officers. He moved his hand out to shake it with Captain Tyzia, and Tyzia's hand resisted for a moment, and then shook Talvon's hand. "I am Jedi Investigator Talvon Esan, these are my companions Jedi Investigator Xaset Terep and Counsellor Lonna Vash who is in a member of the High Council. We have been appointed by the Jedi Council because of the renegade Jedi that have joined the 6th Republic Battle Group, once the Adjacent meets up with the 6th Fleet we will request a meeting with Revan. We will stay as long as necessary."

"Its good to meet you to," Tyzia said, it was noticable in both the Force and the way his tone that he was not happy about the Jedi that had been sent to his ship. And Talvon respected that, he knew that the Republic needed help. "Let me put this down for you: you, and your Jedi friends are not in Command of this ship, understood?"

"Understood." Esan replied, he then eyed the four Officers accompanying the Captain. "Have you heard any news of the Sixth Republic Battle Group?" The two began to walk down the hallway that connected them to the ship, followed by Vash and Terep. Vash took the rear, while Terep took up one of the wings, the Republic Officers took the last wing.

"Vice Admiral Fal has accepted the help from these 'rogue Jedi' of yours, and I believe the are aboard the flagship. But by no means will I be your spy, they are doing what is right, you are sitting and waiting, you are doing what is wrong, you are doing what will kill the Republic eventually." Tyzia said, a manner of coldness in his voice.

"Yes, sir. We will step into this conference room, please inform us when you form up with the Sixth Fleet." Esan stepped into the Conference room that was a pace away, followed by Terep and Vash. They closed the door, and the Captain walked away unhappily, followed by his Security Entourage.
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Hammerhead-class Cruiser Right to Reply
Couruscant Space dock
Two days after the First Battle of Taris


Kale paced up and down the conference room, looking at read-outs, tactical information, and listening to the voice of Commodore Corbec. Some of the more eccentric members of his crew considered him the God of multi-tasking.

“It’s a mess. The latest reports from Taris show that the Mandalorians have the planet under siege, Veltraa’s dead, and Sommos has been sent to Wayland. Apart from the 3rd Fleet, we never really held a major presence there because of all the social problems, they probably won’t last long.”

Kale brought up the latest report from the Sidewinder, a Lightening-class corvette that was an off-shoot of the Hammerhead design.

“Are we planning on mounting a counter-offensive?”

Cobec sighed.

“We can’t. The 6th fleet is tied up at Vanquo, and we may not even win that. Meanwhile, there’s scattered reports of Mandalorian scouts near Jebble and Tarnith. The JVT-line was only ever meant to be theoretical, a show of force – looks like the Mando’s called our bluff.”

“Mandalorians always call bluffs.”

“Tell that to the genius in TacCom. Anyway, we’re heading to Serreco – it’s a backwater world. No real strategic value, but it’ll let us re-group whilst the Mando’s are busy with Taris and the rest of the JVT.”

Kale sighed. From what he could see, everything was starting to unravel.

“How did this happen?”

“We think they came via Onderon.”

“Onderon?”

“Yes, we haven’t heard anything from them for weeks now.”

“But we never hear anything from them. They hate us.”

“I know, but the hate has been unusually quiet lately. We also lost contact with our spies within Iziz.”

“Ah.”

Kale looked at another report.

“The Right to Reply is fully stocked; we can leave whenever you need us.”

Corbec was talking to someone off screen.

“Good, I’m sending a flotilla, with you as its lead, ahead to Serreco to make sure it’s secure. We’ve sent the Sidewinder on to Vanquo, so the 6th will join you there. I’ll try and get what’s left of the 3rd ready ASAP. Attached to your orders are a separate set for Vice Admiral Fal and Admiral Karath for when they arrive, see that they get them.”

Kale turned towards the screen and saluted the Commodore, before turning the screen off.

“Sounds like quite a predicament.”

Kale jumped and turned around. Viela was standing in the doorway to the conference room, dressed in a plain Jedi robe.

“How long have you been standing there?”

She gave another one of her knowing smirks.

“Long enough, are we moving out?”

“Yes, we’re heading to Serraco. The 6th should be joining us there. You should be able to infiltrate the Revanchists then.”

She bowed her head. “Thank you Captain, you’ve been most efficient.”

Kale didn’t know whether or not to take that as a compliment.

“Thanks…I think.”

He walked past her and headed to the bridge. Viela followed just in step behind him, but remained silent.

Kale stepped onto the bridge, and found Lieutenant Valerie leaned over the communications desk. She turned towards him and saluted.

“Everything’s ready Captain. Fuel reserves are loaded, munitions have been restocked, and the extra soldier compliment has been housed. We’ve also had the engineers fine-tune the batteries a bit. FleetCom has given us authorisation to skip the last day of orientation.”

“Good. Let’s get this show on the road. Helm, take us out of space dock and set a rally point for the flotilla. XO, plot us a route to Serraco.”

Docking clamps disengaged, the Right to Reply slowly backed out of its birth. The Helmsman manipulated the controls with a trained efficiency, using the ships manoeuvring thrusters to perform at 180-degrees turn. Engaging the Ion engines once more, the Reply headed towards the gathering flotilla heading to Serraco.

Kale stood at the centre of the bridge, watching the crew go about their tasks, and watching as the Right to Reply formed up with the fleet.

“You actually enjoy all this, don’t you Captain?” Viela said from behind him.

“Yeah,” he replied, without turning around. “I do.”

“Ships are more then just hunks of metal that take us places. They’re safe-havens, sources of strength, even home. Like a Master craftsman with his tools, a Captain must know his ship inside out- its strengths, weaknesses, capabilities. And the same goes for his crew.”

Viela smiled, “I guess there really is more to you then I first thought Captain.”

Lieutenant Valerie spoke up from the navigational computer.

“Sir, the flotilla is assembled, and we’ve plotted a course.”

“Right then. Transmit it to the others, and then engage the hyperdrive.”

He turned towards Viela.

“Let’s see if we can’t catch up to your friend.”
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-Aboard the Alaric-

Tarn Fal paced back and forth, weariness was his current emotion, but his face shone plainness. He tried to stay calm, but the battle down on Vanquo was practically lost. The Mandalorian Basilisks were overpowering the Republic’s grounded soldiers. Fal knew there was nothing left to do, you had to take the losses. It was a part of war. His pacing came to a conclusion in front of the Alaric’s viewport, as Arkelaus Epicurus marched behind him.

“You summoned me, Admiral?” Arkelaus asked.

“Ah, Arkelaus,” Tarn Fal turned and faced the powerful statured Jedi, “The Alaric is transferring to Omnoroth, I believe you’ll be of more help there, rather than at Serroco.” Fal announced, a bit relieved he’d be ridding himself of the Jedi, but felt a bit weary about losing someone he somehow felt would become a powerful ally.

“And so I see, Admiral, good luck on Serroco.” Arkelaus said with a smile, turned on his heels, and began to prepare himself to be transported away with the Alaric.

“Wait,” Fal said, stopping Arkelaus in his tracks, “Why did you defy the council?”

Arkelaus stood, his back toward Fal, “I did not defy the Council, the Council defied the Republic. My allegiance is to the Republic, therefore it is my duty to fight.”

Fal was beginning to admire the Jedi, “I understand, the Republic thanks you.”

“No, there is no thanks needed. You are the Republic, Admiral, as well am I, and every other citizen. It is simply right to defend it, to defend us.”

With that, Arkelaus continued with his stride. Tarn Fal faced the view port.

Tarn Fal finally blinked after several seconds, takign in the battle they were losing. He turned on his heel, and began to leave for his shuttle, to make way for Serroco. The Mandalorians were already on their way.


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Hammerhead-class cruiser Right to Reply
Serraco orbit

Kale was once again in the conference room. It had been one standard hour since the flotilla had arrived at Serraco, and he had spent the entire time reading up on the system.

“It’s funny, 8 years in the service and we’ve never been there.”

Kale looked up as Lieutenant Valerie walked through the door, carrying a mug of Caf.

“We’ve never needed to,” he said as he took the offered mug. “It’s of no real importance. It’s just there. The Illustrious was posted permanently here anyway, so it’s not like there wasn’t anyone patrolling.”

“The Illustrious…wasn’t she an old-model Hammer?”

“Yes, from the Exar Kun war. This was supposed to be a reward for good service.”

“So, now that we’re here, what’s next?” Valerie sat down next to Kale, activating her own console and checking the latest intelligence reports.

“The 6th fleet is currently en route to Serraco. The Alaric and some escorts are going to take the ‘Revanchists’ towards Omnoroth and Duro, and try and halt the Mandalorians there. Meanwhile, Fal and Karath are going to try and hold the line here.”

Valarie sighed, “Guess that means we will have to entertain our ‘guests’ for a while longer.”

Kale nodded, “It won’t be so bad. They may be of some use during the coming battle. Go coordinate with the captains of the Carriers. Have them set up a patrol screen until the 6th get here.”

“Aye aye sir.” The Lieutenant saluted and headed for the door. Kale watched as she passed Viela on her way in, so he managed to catch the look his XO gave the Jedi Knight. So did she, as it seemed.

“I sometimes think the Lieutenant doesn’t like me.”

“She likes you enough.”

“Do you and her have a…history?”

Kale looked up again, and saw Viela giving of one of her knowing smiles.

“There’s nothing going on between me and the lieutenant, if that’s what you mean.”

“I don’t need to be a Jedi to know you’re leaving a lot unsaid.”

Kale sighed, and leaned back on in his seat.

“We’ve been there, but that was in the passed. We decided we preferred being close friends. Besides, at the moment I think she’d probably prefer you over me.”

That made her speechless.

Heh…I bet that brought on some unusual imagery for her…

“Er…I see.”

Kale smirked. “I thought Jedi didn’t care about such attachments anyway.”

Viela regained her composure.

“We don’t, but that doesn’t mean we’re not people. We still have a … curiosity, over such things.”

Kale chuckled, and decided to do them both a favour and move the conversation on.

“Was there something you needed, Jedi Viela?”

“I was just wondering if you had any more news on when the Revanchists will arrive?”

“I’m afraid they won’t. There was a message from Vice-Admiral Fal waiting for us when we got here. The Revanchists, along with the Alaric and some support ships, are heading to Omonroth to support the republics efforts there. I’m afraid you’re going to be with us for a while longer.”

“I see. Well, I could think of worse company. Thank you Captain.”

She stood up and left. Kale could see Bastila waiting for her outside of the conference room. She glared at him as the two went back to their quarters.

Kale shook his head and went back to his reports.

The Mandalorians were coming, he could feel it.

It was only a matter of time.

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Me and jeg are just going to throw up some scene setting posts, and then we'll get right to the action. Sit back and enjoy.
"I'm no Physician, but there appears to be a dagger through my chest."

- Innocence is the cost of Justice

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Viper Squadron
Squadron Commanding Officer
We fly, you die

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