Revan, Once More [KOTOR/SW]

[Tekomandor]

REVAN, ONCE MORE ​

The Ebon Hawk screamed through hyperspace, it's mistress holding on for dear life as sparks flooded her vision. The ship's hyperdrive, a fine tuned instrument of pure speed, was currently busying itself exploding. Her crew, fresh from their victory over Darth Malak at the Star Forge, hung on for dear life from whatever solid objects they could find. There was a tremendous boom, like a thousand thundercracks, and for an instant only perceivable by those attuned to the Force hyperspace burnt an angry red. Then the Ebon Hawk, in all it's Sith-scarred glory, came bursting from hyperspace, engines blaring with barely restrained power.

Revan looked around at the blown-out instrumentation, happy that she had somehow not been splattered across half a dozen systems just now. Being killed by a hyperdrive malfunction on your victory cruise would be rather embarrassing, she thought to herself. Mission had smashed her head on the controls, and after a little time with Revan's glowing hands of healing she was back up again, albeit in no shape to fly the 'Hawk. Which was perfectly fine, because Revan's once beautiful ship was in no shape to be flown.

What was rather more concerning was the large, triangular starship boring down on them. Revan had seen that type of ship before, in her most desperate dreams - dreams of the threat that lurked beyond the Rim. It was obviously trying to communicate, based on the garbled warling coming from the 'Hawk's communications array, but their accidental deceleration had damaged that system too.

"Master, I believe us to be under attack! We must fight back at once!" Her personal rusty-red protocol assassin mayhem droid said, poking his glowing red eyes around the corner.

"We're not under attack, HK, but I think we're about to be. Go stand watch by the cargo bay door, would you?" Revan said, deciding that the homicidal droid was too much trouble to deal with right now. She rushed to her cabin, where her lover and trusted second in command slept...

Spoiler

[x] - Carth. Paranoid, but they were really out to get him. Also a dab hand behind the controls of a starship
[x] - Bastilla. Prim, but an unparalleled partner in a fight.
[x] - Juhanni. Adorable Cathar-shaped blender blender
[x] - Canderous. FORBIDDEN LOVE!!!111!
[x] - No one. Revan was as pure as driven snow currently single

After waking said individual, Revan assembled the rest of the crew around what once was the holotable. Most of them were bleary eyed and angry at whoever had crashed the ship whilst they were all asleep.

"Where - cough - did we crash this time?" Asked Mission, looking genuinely concerned as to their rate of unintentional landings. She'd had the time to strap on her advanced fibre vest, vibrosword holster and blaster. Canderous was in his underwear, and Carth was busily putting his blaster back together whilst shucking into his armour.

"The middle of space. And as we're about to have company of the probably unfriendly kind, would someone please dress this Mando? Whatever that ship is, it's apart of some seriously bad things, and I'd hate to lose him to laziness."

"What ship?" Asked Carth irritably.

"The one eminently visible out the window. Or through the Force, as a seething hulk of malice hurtling through the void right towards us." Bastilla replied, sitting in her cross-legged meditation stance like she hadn't a care in the world.

"That ship. This is why you don't get drunk at the victory party. Something like this always happens." Carth grumbled, as he finished putting on his armour.

"Right - we can do this two ways. Option one is the direct way - we ambush them after they bring us on bo-" Revan began, only to pause as the tractor beam locked on "-ard and generally cause enough mayhem to escape. Option two, we still do the mayhem bit but all sneak out of the ship under stealth generators first." She continued. After consulting her crew, she decided to go with option...

[x] One. The direct approach would serve them best this time.
[x] Two. They needed to find out what they were up against first. A skilled general always strived to make accurate intelligence available.

As the others readied themselves, Revan returned to her cabin. With a wave of her hand, her locker opened up. She disrobed and stepped forwards, as her armour began to clad her body through no discernible physical force. It was this armour, a relic of the Infinite Empire recreated by the vast power of the Star Forge, that she had worn into battle against the Mandalorians, against the Republic and against the her wayward student. She could not simply abandon it, not when it was so potent a reminder to herself about the price of her schemes.

She felt the force swirl around her as she picked up her mask, as she felt the weight of each life she had taken. She felt the weight of Malachor, of Taris and of Telos - all those worlds she had failed. She had felt the death of each and every one, even at the ebb of her power whilst she fled Taris. Every Jedi had, for the death of billions could not be ignored by those attuned to the force. Those brief screams of terror; those futile prayers and hopes, all resounded as clear as the dawn to any Force Adept who was not so lost to the Dark Side as to be unable to listen.

Yet she felt the darkness coiling around the starship tractoring them in, the lives it had taken. It was an unmatched predator, an indiscriminate tool of order. It, like the Mandalorians and Malak before it, must be fought and she was the one to do it. Thus, her reslove found, the greatest of all the Jedi Generals picked up her lightsabre one last time. It's construction unparalleled in either beauty of power, Revan marched out of her cabin and looked down upon her....

[x] Double Bladed Lightsaber
[x] - Write in colour
[x] Single Lightsaber
[x] - Write in colour
[x] Twin Lightsabers
[x] - Write in colours

 

[Tekomandor]

Revan, Once More 1.2:

The starship that bore down on them was not a true capital ship - at only one hundred and fifty metres long, it was likely a frigate. Revan felt the dark stench that surrounded it even more strongly as it neared her, however. There was a dark force user aboard that ship, she was sure of it. And yet, through the haze of dark power that this individual was giving off, Revan could only sense perhaps two hundred lifeforms.

In her experience, many more men and women would be needed to run a ship of that size. They were not even compensating with droids - despite their lack of force presence, an experienced Jedi could sense the tiny fluctuations of energy that were the processing units of droids from some distance. They were like a distorted echo of organic life; a noise that could be picked out from the hum of hyperdrives or the roar of reactors if one simply listened.

She saw Bastila standing in the doorway, her steely calm radiating through their bond. Even back when Revan had been a lowly knight, agitating for action, the thought of Bastila had always provided her with a calm sanctuary before a battle. Now, the two fought together with frightening skill and coordination.

"There is someone - something aboard that ship. Surely you sense it." Bastila said, placing her hand on Revan's armoured shoulder. She wore her armoured robes well, and it disheartened Revan for a fraction of a second to see such a thing. She was a tool of conflict, a warrior without peer. Bastila... Revan had thought her unsuited towards conflict, she had been so relieved when her then admirer did not follow her off into war.

Yet here she was, a hero of the Republic and an emerging leader. Revan was not often wrong, but in the case of Bastila Shan; she was happy to admit to it. She had surpassed her expectations in every way, even after a brush with the dark side.

"I know. I can feel them as if they were standing right in front of me. There is power there, raw, primal - but there is no control. This is a force user used to fighting those who can not sense them; and for that I am worried." Revan replied, attaching her twin lightsabers to her belt; silvery metal hilts carved with elaborate patterns from her homeworld.

"Surely such a thing is an advantage, no?" Bastila asked.

"Perhaps. But it is not this battle that such things call into concern. It is the wider scheme of things; of planets and empires. There I find such primitive force use troubling. Can you not hear the silence in the Force? It is almost deafening." Revan said, her voice low.

"You know you have always been more in tune with the wider Force than I. But there is no more time for wise counsel or fearful whispers, my dear, for battle shall soon be upon us." Bastila said turning and walking out of their cabin. Revan followed, as she marshalled her brain for a proper plan. Soon enough the entire crew was assembled and battle ready.

Carth stood in his medium armour, the custom made suit painted garish Republic orange. Canderous stood armoured head to toe in the armour of a Mandalorian, and Revan resisted the urge to offer battle. Jolee and Juhani wore simple robes, light sabers at their hips. HK and T3 simply stood at attention, their armour plating as intact as ever. Mission carried her custom heavy blaster and vibroblade, whilst Zaalbar withdrew his traditional blade from it's careful made scabbard. They were her crew, and she would take them against any force of ordinary men in the whole damn galaxy.

"We will split into three groups and hit three different targets abroad the enemy ship. Firstly, Canderous, Carth, and HK will take the engine room. You are to prevent the enemy from scuttling the ship, as we may need it. Jolee, Mission, Zaalbar and T3 will take control of the hangar bay and ammunition storage. Finally Bastila, I, and Juhani will take the bridge. We will exit the Ebon Hawk under stealth, and are not to disengage it until you are close to your target. Everyone ready?" Revan asked, to a resoundingly affirmative chorus.

There was a nod, and then as the ship touched down in the hangar bay, all of the crew simply disappeared] from view. The ramp descended, and as men in white plastoid armour stormed the ship, it's crew were slipping out under stealth. Reven led her small team through the ship, subtle uses of the Force guiding them without tipping off the dark-sider's senses, until they stood outside the bridge. She knew that the other two teams were engaged in combat, and now it was time for the most crucial part of the operation to begin.

The three of them decloaked, and with a practiced ease Revan pushed on the blast door guarding the bridge. It was ripped clean from it's holdings, the screaming of twisted metal drowning out the snap-hiss of lightsabers igniting. Blasterfire roared through the doorway, but Revan's twirling saber's blocked almost all of it, and what she didn't get Juhani and Bastila did.

Revan gathered her power, and then as the Force suffused her body she leapt forwards in a burst of speed, angling for the force user. He made himself obvious with the double bladed lightsaber and all.

"A proper Jedi! Finally, I can make my master acknowledge me!" The man, shouted igniting his lightsaber.

"He's mine" Revan said, blurring forward to strike at the darksider, one of her blades coming in high. Orange light bounced off red, and Revan forced the darksider to jump backwards, charging into the fray once more and demonstrating her mastery of...

[x] Write in Lightsaber style.

 

[Tekomandor]

Revan, Once More - 1.3
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Revan had many masters, many teachers, and she had learnt of all the forms of lightsaber combat. She understood the speed of Ataru, the dual nature of Juyo - but it was the sixth form, Niman that called to her. Her powerful force abilities, blended with her gift for tactical intuition, allowed her to use the unmatched flexibility of the form to it's fullest extent, as did her use of two blades. The dark Jedi in front of her lept backwards, soaring as if suspended by wires. A few members of the bridge crew had tried to draw their weapons, but at the sight of Bastila and Juhani's lightsabers, they decided that their support for their master would only be moral.

She leapt into the air, following the darksider and pelting him with a rain of small force projectiles, ripped from the roof of the bridge. His dual bladed lightsaber twisted and spun in mid air, but he was soon overwhelmed by the assault. Then, Revan struck. She sent out an extremely powerful force push, slamming the darksider backwards into the wall. He was able to brace himself with the force, and so was not killed by the blow, but he struggled to stand.

"Wh-what are you!?" He cried out, and Revan walked forwards. He swung debris at her wildly, drawing deeply on the Dark Side. She deflected them, almost lazily. The bridge crew ran for cover, though her two companions kept an eye on them.

"I am a Jedi, not a half trained child as you are used to fighting." Revan said, and then she simply seemed to appear in front of the darksider, her cyan blade sweeping low. He brought his saberstaff into a vertical position to block, and he manoeuvred it to block her second blade. In the space between heartbeats, with a speed only possible by drawing heavily upon the Force, Revan deactivated her orange lightsaber for the smallest of moments. It slipped past the darksider's guard, and flickered back to life; decapitating the darksider with a powerful sweep.

Revan stood perfectly still as the man's headless body fell forward, and as the entire bridge went silent. She deactivated her sabers, attaching them to the twin magnetic hilts on her belt, then turned to face the rest of the bridge crew.

"I trust there shall be no further need for violence?" She asked, over the headless body of their once feared leader.

Meanwhile, down in Engineering, Canderous took up position with his enormous blaster, as Carth detonated the plasma mine on the security door. It was rendered into nothing but slag, and Canderous wasted no time in opening fire. Blasterfire answered him, but it simply seemed to bounce of his shields as he mowed down the men in white plastoid armour that opposed him. Carth and HK-47 laid down covering fire, the droid taking out anybody who looked important. An unarmoured officer went down first, his head exploding like an overripe melon, and then a trooper with a special shoulder guard.

Carth tossed a frag grenade through what had once been the security door, ripping through what remained of the defenders. The way to the engine room was now clear. They advanced, taking half a dozen terrified techs prisoner and securing the ship's reactor.

By this time, they also had control of the hangar bay, thanks to Mission slicing the doors closed and locking the enemy out of their own hangar bay after closing the bay doors and slicing them closed to trap any fighters or transports the ship was carrying.

Revan stood on the bridge, pondering what she had found. The man's lightsabre had been odd - it was small for a double blade, and had a circular ring around it's hilt. Neither the bridge crew nor the troopers wore uniforms she recognised, yet they bore the marks of a uniform all the same. Could this be a previously undiscovered civilization? Yet they spoke basic, and their technology, though lacking in some areas and more advanced in others, was familiar. There was something deeply off about this.

"You, the one with the hat. Where are we?" She asked, gesturing to the most important looking member of the bridge crew from what had once been the ship's command chair.

"Isolyan!" He squeaked, and Revan frowned beneath her mask. That was a mid-rim world - and a staunch member of the Republic. Something was wrong here.

"What nation do you serve, in what navy do you fight?" She asked. A suspicion was beginning to form in her mind, yet she dared not believe it. And so the man explained the existence of the Galactic Empire, the fall of the decadent Republic and the rise of a strong, new Empire. He explained how the Jedi had turned on the Republic, and cowered as he did so. Revan had been planning to simply steal a ship and return to the Republic, but there was no longer any Republic to return too. No admonishing Jedi masters, no senators and not an ounce of freedom.

All her labors, all her sins; had they been for nothing? This Emperor was a Sith, or some other kind of dark side user - she was sure of it. And yet he had not conquered the Republic by force of arms, by beating it into submission. He had been elected.

Revan kept her emotions under an iron grip in that moment, as she contemplated her next move. She felt the slithery power of the Dark Side within her attempt to slip it's bonds, but she did not let it. She would not allow it free, she could not. She felt Taris again, and Duros and Duxun and all the other worlds she had felt burn through the Force. All the lives she had felt extinguished, all the lives she had ended.

She would not allow it all to be for naught. She had fought too long and too hard to save the Republic from the menace of the true Sith, sacrificed too much, to allow it to fall to a coup. She felt Bastila's hand on her shoulder, and calmed herself. She felt the rest of the ship surrender to them, and a plan begin to form in her mind. It wasn't a true capital ship, or even a cruiser, but this ship could be a start. Surely there were others out there who opposed the Empire.

Did she dare? In the end, that was the question. She could escape, slip away and try something more subtle. But she was a commander of fleets, of armies, and with a real ship she could do so much more than she could with a stolen shuttle.

[x] - Take the ship over, send any crew who won't join you to the planet below in the escape pods and begin to try and bring down the Empire. You are the greatest of the Jedi Generals, victor of both the Mandalorian and Jedi Civil Wars and this Emperor has never faced anything like you before.

[x] - Now is not the time to act. You must not be obvious or blatant, even though this is an opportunity. There will be others. Steal a shuttle and escape the system.

 

[Tekomandor]

Revan, Once More - 1.4
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On this fulcrum, this single moment in time, the fate of the galaxy rested. On the nerve of a single Jedi. Revan took a breath, and steeled herself. She would not allow this Empire to stand, and she would not run. She had sworn an oath, between comrades in arms, to protect the Republic to her dying breath. She had no desire to betray that oath again. If in this dark future, this force-barren land, was where she was needed then so be it.

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"I intend to fight the Empire, with or without any of you. You have all seen my abilities as a warrior, as a Jedi. Many of you will think me mad, for even contemplating such an attempt. But you that it can be done, in the depths of your mind. No Emperor can rule forever, and not even a Sith Lord can hold a galaxy without a fleet. If you have even a single shred of courage left in you, a single spark of righteousness, then fight with me. But if you wish to admit your cowardness, you may run to the escape pods and wait out the war that is coming. Now, make your choice - either fight or run." Revan said, her voice booming. Her mind reached out with the force, feeling the minds of all forty of the ship's remaning crew. Most of them ran to the escape pods, sprinting through the corridors of the ship, but a few stayed and made their way to the bridge.

Revan removed her mask and lowered her hood, sitting down in the command chair. She placed her mask on the console beside it, and looked over at the ten crewmembers who had decided to stay. Like the rest of the crew, they were human. She felt no deception in them, and fear in only a few. The darksider - the Inquisitor - had clearly acted like a typical Sith when dealing with his crew. The crew of the Ebon Hawk stood to the side.

"Ma'am, whw-ho are you?" The most senior amongst the defectors, a female lieutenant, asked. Revan smiled to herself at the question.

"That is more complicated a question than you could possibly imagine. For now, it shall suffice that you know I am Revan, a Jedi Knight of old. What position did each of you hold on this ship" She asked, and got her answer. The most senior amongst them, Windburn, was the ship's astrogator. There were several ensigns and a few marines to round out the beginnings of her new crew.

Carth took the helm, whilst Canderous was placed in command of the four marines. The rest of her crew readied themselves either running the ship or looking through the archives. Revan herself returned to Ebon Hawk and changed out of her armour, back into Jedi robes.

"Windburn, what is done with dissidents in this area?" Revan asked, sitting in her command chair. She needed at least forty people to properly run this ship, and she had twenty. But soon enough she'd have far more than one ship to run...

"Insurgents that were not classified as a threat were usually only watched or locally detained, ma'am. More serious troublemakers in this area of space were taken to Je'khar, a deep space prison for interrogation and... disposal. We - I mean the Eliminator - were based there, ma'am." The woman said, trying not to meet Revan's eyes.

"What sort of defences does it have?" Revan asked.

"Three Gozanti class light cruisers, a dozen TIE fighters and some fixed emplacements. Most of it's defence comes from secrecy, ma'am." Windburn replied.

"Can you get us past their security long enough to dock?" Revan asked.

"Yes ma'am, our codes are still valid. But, uh, they'll be expecting an Inquisitor. We told them we'd been seconded to one, ma'am." Windburn said, sounding worried.

"Did you tell them which Inquisitor, Windburn?"

"Uh, no ma'am. Such things aren't really - well the Inquisitors like to keep to themselves." She replied. Revan smiled, and began to plan.

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In the control tower of the Je'Kahr Prison Complex, a group of bored ensigns and lieutenants sat at various stations, not doing much of anything. Any visitors, even scheduled ones, were so rare that control duty mainly boiled down to a chance to catch up on your sleep and/or hobbies. Command didn't care - hell, they usually joined in. Which was why it took almost five seconds for anyone to notice that the Eliminator had just exited hyperspace only a few thousand kilometres off the station.

"Sir! A ship's just entered the system - it's the Eliminator!" A bleary eyed ensign shouted.

"Well, are they broadcasting the correct security codes?" The control duty watch officer said.

"Yes sir b-" The ensign started, only to be cut off by his superior.

"Then you'll welcome them and give them landing instructions. That's an Inquisitor's ship, do you really want to delay it?"

"N-n-no sir." He said, and waved the Eliminator through. The watch officer promptly went back to his holo-thriller, and the ensign to fretting about blood-red lightsabers and hooded monsters.​

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Revan walked forward, confidant in her disguise. She had studied the personal styles of these 'Inquisitors', and used both the one from the Eliminator's personal effects and her own collection of various suits of armour and sith robes to pull off a passable imitation of an Inquisitor. Of course, the lightsaber and force powers lent the disguise a certain sheen of credibility, but Revan liked to think they were merely the desert to her disguises' main meal.

She walked through the airlock, helmet up and her own lightsabers hidden up her sleeves. She came to a security checkpoint, and her honour guard. Ten of those 'stormtroopers' standing five a side, and saluting as she walked through the airlock. Hopefully she could just walk through - no, the clearly terrified man behind the checkpoint had just asked her for her ID. He was a good one-ninety centimetres tall, fit, and with a relatively standard build. Nine seconds of gentle pressure to certain locations on his neck would be enough.

"This is the only identification I need, worm." Revan said, falling into a familiar role as she first lifted the offender off his feet with the force - a rookie mistake was to combine the lift and the choke, but really all one needed was a very small of precisely applied force. The lifting was simply theatrics for an expert. Revan closed her fist slowly, and gently reduced the flow of blood to his brain. Of course, to any and all onlookers Revan was crushing the man's windpipe, going by his frenzied clawing.

He collapsed, unconscious, and Revan carefully dropped him back into his chair. She was allowed through, and stormed onward. From here, she had two choices - she could take the prison's control centre herself, or leave that to the infiltration team crossing over from the Eliminator under stealth in spacesuits, and proceed directly to the prison block.

[x] Take the Control Centre yourself, and let the infiltration team deal with the prison block.

[x] Spearhead the attack on the prison block, and leave the Control Centre to the infiltration team.

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[Tekomandor]

1.5

Revan stalked the halls of the prison's command tower; her Inquisitorial disguise intact. The few Imperial soldiers or officers that she encountered pressed themselves against the walls as she walked past; not willing to anger one of the notoriously unstable Inquisitors. She entered the turbolift to the central command hub, and that was enough to dissuade anyone else from entering the turbolift. In a matter of moments she found herself walking out into the central command hub of the entire prison. From here, one could wreak an inordinate amount of havoc, as well as prevent any word reaching the outside world regarding the facility's status.

"Leave." Revan said, her voice modulated by the Inquisitor's helmet. Some of the staff got up and began to leave, but others were hesitant. She moved her hand towards the curious lightsaber she had recovered, slowly and with great theatricality; and that was enough motivation for the rest of the command staff. They scrambled to vacate the command hub, and Revan moved towards the hangar controls. Assigned to the prison was a trio of armoured transports - not a threat to a genuine warship, but with modifications to carry a small amount of fighters, the three of them together might equal the frigate she'd already stolen - as well as a wing of fighters. They were all currently in the prison's hangar bays, and so Revan remotely closed the hangar bay doors, and using the central command terminal's elevated access level, she shut out any other terminal save that one from opening them.

The communication system was next. Again, it was locked out from the central communications terminal, but Revan took extra precautions and took a lightsaber to it. No one was going to be transmitting from the prison or it's communications infrastructure without extensive repairs.

"We're in position and ready to strike." Came Canderous' voice over her comlink. Another confirmation came from Bastila's infiltration team. Each team would lead an attack on one end of the actual prison complex, breaking the prisoners out; with Bastila's team advancing further into the hangar bays to secure transportation for the three thousand prisoners held in the prison complex. They were going to have to use the cargo space on the armoured transports to fit them in, as well as the necessary provisions and equipment to set up some sort of base. Each of the Gozanti-Class armoured transports could carry four fighters as parasite craft; a fact Revan intended to make use of to bolster her small force. Everything else with a hyperdrive would also be taken - especially if it could carry cargo.

"I have secured the command hub. Proceed with the plan." She replied, the four thousand year old comlinks secure if only through obscurity. She sensed danger, and before the stormtroopers sent to retake the command hub from the woman who was manifestly not an Inquisitor had even arrived her lightsabers were alight. There were four entrances to the command hub - three doors, leading off into other parts of the tower, and the turbolift. The turbolift was locked down, but the prison's guards had managed to force the doors.

Stormtroopers streamed into the room, and Revan became a blur of motion. Blaster bolts stretched out in her vision as her lightsaber rent apart plastoid and flesh alike; a deadly cyan and orange blur. She pushed a stormtrooper carrying a flechette gun off his feet with the Force hard enough to send him through the closed turbolift doors. His lifeless body fell down the shaft, the sound of it's impact muffled by the ongoing violence.

Consoles exploded as panicked troopers sprayed blasterfire at Revan. The first wave of troopers were all dead, but force speed was taxing on the body. She took up a position in the centre of the room, using her twin blades to reflect the stormtrooper's own blaster bolts back at them. More and more of them steadily advanced upon her, and in what seemed a fit of madness she deactivated her lightsabers, closed her eyes; and thrust out her hands.

Dozens of stormtroopers were blown backwards; the sheer force behind the telekinetic attack instantly killing any of the stormtroopers it touched. The Force Wave contained such destructive power that even the durasteel walls of the command tower were affected. Although only a small amount of the wall was actually blown out into space, the sheer power of the wave had wrent and twisted any sections that remained. The interior floor and roof were similarly brutalised. Through the rapidly escaping air of the command tower; the sound of metal sliding on metal could be heard.

Revan opened her eyes; floating at the exact epicentre of the destruction. Her armoured feet clanged softly onto the ruined floor; and one of her lightsabers ignited in a flash of colour as she cut herself a hole in the floor. After effecting an escape from the collapsing section of the tower, Revan opened her comlink once more.

"Where are we on the breakout?" She asked. Through the Force, she sensed a large mass of beings moving towards the hangar bays; and a smaller mass retreating from them.

"We're heading towards the hangar bays now, and have secured our - GET THAT GRENADE LAUNCHER UNDER CONTROL - cargo. The secondary group have already launched all the fighters we can carry with us; and they're loading up the impounded ships as we speak." Canderous replied, the sounds of blasterfire and explosions carrying clearly over the comlink. Revan acknowledged the situation, then began to walk back towards the ship that had once been the Eliminator. She'd left HK-47 in charge of it's defence, along with Juhani and Carth.

She arrived to find that her companions had held the airlock admirably; and entered the flagship of her nascent fleet. Juhani nodded to her, and Carth spoke.

"Judging by the fact that you just casually strolled back on to - what are we calling her again? Anyway, you just walked right back the way you came - I presume that means we won?" Carth asked.

"No, a dozen interdictor cruisers have just hypered in right on top of us." Revan said. "But yes, we won. Prepare to jump to hyperspace as soon as I've addressed the fleet and the calculations T3 uploaded have been accepted." Revan continued, her sarcasm melting away into military precision. She removed her Inquisitorial helmet and armour, leaving her only in dark robes. She quickly made her way to the bridge, and began to transmit to all the ships of her ramshackle fleet.

"We are ready to transmit, Master Jedi. All navi computers have been slaved to our own." One of the ex-Imperial officers said. With a nod from the Jedi, the broadcast to the ships moving away from the prison complex began.

"Many of you, I suspect, are wondering who I am; and why my forces have rescued you. I am Revan, a Jedi Knight who has only recently returned from the dark, distant places of the galaxy. I arrived home to see the Republic I loved and fought for replaced by a tyrannical state and the Jedi Order destroyed. My companions and I may very well be the last of the Jedi. Why did I rescue you? You have all proved yourselves willing to fight the Empire, and I hoped that you would form the initial recruits of such an effort. If you wish to hide, to run, then I will not begrudge you that. Please, speak to the pilot of your ship and you will be assigned to a shuttle heading for the Rim. If you wish to fight, stay." Revan concluded, then gave the signal to jump to the first stop on the fleet's journey - an empty pocket of interstellar space.

The ex-Eliminator, the three Gozanti class light cruisers dozen shuttles and light freighters formed up and, as one, shot off into the darkness of space. They left behind a ruined prison, devoid of prisoners, and a few scattered holo images of a woman in an Inquisitor's armour.

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