DM Athena: Internal Affairs

[MissMora]

Bernie slams his fist on a holo meeting with the Viscaran Commander on holovid

“What do you mean execution!? We agreed that he would serve time in jail!”

“He will serve time, but he killed our security chief. What do you expect?! We’re defenseless now! We dont have a security specialist on hand!”

“The guy was a fraud! He planned deaths and murders!”

“You’re damn straight he did, but he kept viscaran Sith in body bags!”

“At the cost of viscaran lives, but that’s not good enough?!”

“The Sith would have logistically done FIVE TIMES the damage and deaths they caused without him! Do you understand how many lives that is? Do you understand, behind your walls of Mon Cal ships and republic soldiers? Do you understand from the center of your safe space? DO YOU?”

“I’ve ruined more lives than you could ever attempt to, fool. Do you think your bench on the front makes you better than me? I’ll tell you what though… You’re going to have a reckoning.”

“Is that a threat, Bernie?”

“No, but they say some shit like “The Force works in mysterious ways” and maybe it will work against you for not giving this guy some leeway.”

“We have to be seen giving justice while dealing with the logistics of justice! You understand what that means the most, Agent Bernie. You wont forgive me now or ever, but this is for the best.”

“Bastard…YOU BASTARD.”

“That’s enough, Force be with you, Bernie. Bless Mon Cal.”

Screens are closed and Bernie punches his fist into the hologrid

[MissMora]

After an interview from Master Nulaa with Darian, she stands and leaves the room.

Darian looks on the table with a dark expression. His hands and body shook as he held back tears. He looks around the empty room he was in at the Consulate and grips his hair. Was this going to be the end of his career? Was he going to prison? There was nothing Bernie could do to defend him. His head lowers to the table and he cries softly against the fake wood.

“I did this. I caused this whole thing. Jacen was all the extra motvation I needed to go through with it and now… now i’m going to suffer the consequences. How could I expect that Corbin would deliver a report! What will I do? What can I say? I was scott free until I got called out. Oh man… I’m …i’m done for.”

He knew what some organizations did to spies who do so badly. They get sent to a bottomless pit for the rest of their lives. Jail would be the only place he knew for the rest of his young life. He hits his head on the table gently and thought of all the things he could lose. All the people he’d likely never see again.

“…I’m sorry… i’m sorry…IM SORRY!!! AAHHH!!”

[MissMora]

A series of cut scenes play:

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Darian sits in a cell in a black site. He places his hands on his face as the jumpsuit on his body notes his number as a prisoner. He looks out at the fake image of a sky projected on a false window…

“…I’m sorry…”

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Rai stands before Valerius and takes a lightsaber stab through her body.
Several explosions go off and Valerius looks through the flames as his body slowly regenerates…the fires accenting his yellow eyes that gaze upon his victim.

The flames lash aside to show Rai’s body floating in the tank…listless and free…

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Jacen tries to eject from the seat of his ship, but it’s too late…
The view of his body laying next to a burning Sith base and burning ship are all that rests…
A view of the hologram in his room shines gently in the apartment light.

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Bernie runs with Sandra’s listless body to a doctor’s room where she’s laid on a bed. She reaches to Bernie with gleamless eyes before the doctor injects her with a sleeping med. He looks on her exhausted body and hangs his head, kneeling soon after by her bedside. She sleeps…and dreams of flashbacks…

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Princess Sania stands around a strategy holo table with two republic generals as they discuss their plans for the Viscaran invasion. She looks off to the side and her mind wanders to Corbin and his face before he went on the ship. Sania closes her eyes in thoughts of his smile and looks fiercely again to the war table with renewed passion.

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Callista sits…focusing deeply. With the scarf of Artemis and Sandra around her, it was a reminder of what powers really lay within all of these women. Callista’s passion and love… they guide her as fiercely as the lightsaber that lays near by…

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Valerius stands on the Leviathan and looks out at space. He rolls a shoulder and closes his eyes for a few minutes. He looks back to Morel and Neph talking and jesting about who knows what, but he did not care. He thought about the blue woman who defied him and the Green Giant, Mart, who proved a warrior. He thought about the Jedi who were there. He remembered what it was like to be a Jedi. He takes out his own lightsaber and looks at it. There’s a pain in his heart a moment before he looks firmly back out the view

His eyes glow a sickly yellow and he gently closes them… and soon… everything is black

[MissMora]

A series of cutscenes play out…

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Neph stomps around an isolated room, slashing at a republic soldier’s body with her lightsaber over and over. The fellow is clearly dead, but that doesn’t deter her. With great anger she slashes more and more. The streaking lines across the body glow for a moment before cooling and she goes again.

“That witch, filthy woman, BLOODY SCHUTTA! I’ll hang her little redhaired head in our lobby for everyone to see and spit at. I’ll make her burial site an open grave to piss in! RAAAAA!!!”

Neph unleashes a series of heavy strokes on the body and the meatbag falls onto the ground in parts. Valerius knocks once and the sliding door opens. She looks to Valerius and turns off her saber.

“Nephythra, I can sense your rage a mile away. Your rage is best left to action rather than pointless unleashing upon the dead. I will not tolerate this foolishness. And I do not expect you to be capable of diverse planning.”

“What should I do then?”

“If you cannot defeat an army’s general, destroy the army, and the general becomes but a single being with no measure. If you want to break Mana, find that which she adores, and break this.”

“She doesn’t seem to really care about many peo-- …hmm…”

“Ah, the sound of squeaky cogs turning. I’ve given you enough hints for now. Figure the rest out on your own. Just know that when you shake the nest, the flock will come. Make your move with a deep speed and lure your flies carefully. Focus and maintain discipline. Can’t have the new students thinking you’re soft and fragile or they’ll walk all over you.”

“Yes, Master. I’ll go work on my plan after meditation.”

“Very good, now I have plans of my own. It’s almost time for the Kashyyyk offensive. Meditate on this and be ready in the days to come.”

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Vrake reviews some cam footage and photos that he and his short term agents have gathered. He flips through a few of the prints and takes up one of them. He looks on Corbin’s image and gives it a toss into another pile with a bunch of his other images.

He removes his helm and the camera pans to a helm’s shine. A hand runs through his hair and a cup of coffee is sipped at before it’s placed near the helm.

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Valerius looks on a sequence of information derived from the artifact they found on Viscara. He narrows a search area of a few miles in diameter along with a memo from Revan. A strange design… a strange object. Why was this wanted? Why was ‘it’ on Kashyyyk? He didn’t know, but he had a bad feeling about this…

[MissMora]

After the regaining of Callista by the massive group, a series of cutscenes play. The days after are filled with thinking and analysis.

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Valerius looks on a datapad with information regarding Neph and sighs. He stands from his desk and looks on the various things around the office. He suddenly slams his fist into his desk’s shoulder and slams it off, along with some of the body. He paces around for about 30 minutes and with a heavy sigh, letting his frustrations pass, he looks over to some datapads and picks one up. He looks up Sohma’s file and flips through it. After a moment, he raises his brow and nods slowly…

“So be it…” Valerius whispers

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Various Sith Ships begin to gather and organize their troopers, droids, and more. In space, Revan stares out at the stars from the Leviathan, the unknown gazing back. In the meantime, various camera’s leap between soldiers prepping, ships stocking up, rifles being picked off the racks, and drills being run by the slacking and stomping boots of their unique ships.

Valerius comes in and issues orders to the soldiers and groups who are getting ready for their invasion of Kashyyyk. He looks to Revan and remembers the promise he made to him for his own life being saved. When he could have died on Malachor…Valerius lives. The Leviathan’s main weapons come to life and he checks the ratings and functions of the systems. Engineering comes back Green. Everything is ready…

The camera pans out and cuts to the planet of Kashyyyk where the green lush and small oceans are but a simple beauty…

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Vrake walks over to Sandra as she sits quietly on a bench that overlooks the Mon Cal Beach. He sits next to her and hands her a datapad. She looks on it and give it a read and then looks to Vrake. He nods and folds his arms. Sandra looks down sadly and sighs, her eyes watering…

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Shu walks up to a woman in a dress who sings at a club on Tatooine and she smiles at him warmly. Her dark blue hair and long shimmering dress bring a slight smile to his face as he sets his scattershot on the desk. A man in a green robe sits a few meters away and looks on the pair.

A hutt watches them from a cam on the cloaked man and gives a deep chuckle…

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A lone man stalk the woods of Kashyyyk and paints on his face. This broad bodied man places a massive axe on his back through a magnetic clasp and two wookies come out from behind him in the shadows. He turns to them with his mohawk hair and gives a sage nod. The man looks on Mart from a distance, stalking the woods as he watches them practice. The Shadowlands mind his position and with a narrowed gaze, he vanishes into the woods as if he were a wookie himself.

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A lone guard walks over to Darian’s Cell and watches him sit in this solitary room, locked away in a black site never to be seen again. The guard smiles slowly as the armored helm drops over his eyes…

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[MissMora]

Valerius looks out to space as Revan and Malak leave the room, leaving him in command for now. He lets out a long sigh as he remembers. Remembers the study of his once dedicated Neph. It is unfortunate that she had to be lost to her foolishness, but he knew the cost of failure in the Sith. It was something he had come to accept. For now, he considered Sohma and her effectiveness at organizing the current hopefuls and students.

She wasn’t as ‘strong’ as some of the others, but he didn’t need strength at this time. Power comes as it does with the Dark Side. The others are progressing fairly and in time they will be able to become a force that he can effectively deploy as a special unit to perhaps assist even Revan. It was hard to say, but there is not much to think of in that regards.

He paced around and considered his latest orders.

The Star Map… he didn’t know what this was or why it was important, but his lords wanted this. They knew it was on Kashyyyk and while that it self was a major issue, the broadness and density of the search location made it insane to search for. Thousands of troops have been deployed and all of them have found nothing. Was it something in the trees? On the Shadowlands? Was the location metaphorical? There was just too much. So as he paced, he rubs the bridge of his nose.

He also had to be concerned for the other Sith. While he was a Jedi, he didn’t have to worry about the idea of being back stabbed, but it was something he had to be aware of. The Sith have a reputation of self destruction for the sake of power and he had to do his best to sustain the collage of colorful people under Revan’s order.

After it all, he returns to look off the bridge of the Leviathan at the planet of Kashyyyk. The green jewel that stood defiantly, consuming their soldiers for the sake of an object he had no idea even existed or might not even, still. So he narrows his eyes in defiance of the planet’s defiance. His fingers roll from an open palm into a fist…

[MissMora]

The days come and go on Viscara. While they aren’t always positive or negative, there is always tomorrow. And none know this more than the civilians under Czerka’s grand desire for production, productivity, lack of individual empathy, and rather heavy Taxation. But this isn’t a tale about the desperate and the wanting. It’s one of simplicity and the struggles of the mediocre.

A lone Wookie wakes up in this morning in his cramped metal apartment.
It’s always the morning because of the neighbors. A young woman screams at her lover about some issue or another during the mornings every other day and were louder than any tree monsters, shadowland beasts, or raging droids.

The Wookie groans as he gets up and lets a long and annoyed sigh. The generous donations from Kho, and various other people have allowed him to at least have a place to stay in. It was better than sharing the room with two trandos who liked to work on weapons and explosives in the middle of the evening. And, in the least, he could own a few pots of plants to place himself in some scenery of green in this land of twisted metal and steel. So it was in the least that he watered the plants and adjusted the soil in their little pots. It was a shame that they would not grow to be full trees or great plants.

After this, he picks up the few hundred dogs from the fridge and moves the next day’s dogs from the freezer to the fridge. This massive package is hoisted over his shoulder and the goes to pick up a bag of hotdog bread over his other shoulder. Then picks up a small box of condiments. Everything is fresh and ready to go for the day’s hotdog creations.

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The colony is a place of many people and many minds.
While the comings and goings of productivity, they all have one thing in mind.

Food.

And this was something the Wookie vendor could at least promise.
That this was fresh, fairly made, and was offered in good faith.

It is with vigor that the Wookie lets out soft roars and gentle calls to customers. Sometimes not even so because of how rugged the language can sound. He’d just let the scents emit from his little cart and draw in people.

While the Hot Dog Vendor is rather good at selling the dogs, they truly do sustain his life style to only such a degree. The taxes draw so much from his gains that it’s just enough to barely maintain rent and bills. But the fellow sells the dogs today with all his heart. Holding them up for people to drop some of their hard earned credits on so that they too can sustain their day and their life. It’s perhaps the only way he can give.

After such a long shift… 10 hours of standing and selling hot dogs, he goes to spend a few credits buying a burger from the near by vendor, understanding the burden of the vendors. And with his burger, he rolls his cart back to the apartments while biting on the burger. And with his return to his home, he goes to sit on a chair and look on the bills on the table. With a sigh, he sends his credits to where they need to be and with the meager remains, he saves them for a rainy day.

So the Wookie goes to lay in the firm bed. He looks up on the ceiling a moment, imaging he is gazing upon the tall trees of his home and the whispers of the wind, putting away the loud metal clangs of this metal place. It’s only a few hours later… the cycle begins anew…

[MissMora]

After another long shift, the HotDog Vendor returns home with his cart. It’s with great tears in his eyes that he realizes the level of donations that Ambrose and Callista had given him, among a few others through out the same day. It was… unimaginable.

Setting the rest of the buns and the dogs on the table, he wonders, why? This is a thought that lasts for a long while as the wookie then laid in bed. But with this new found funding, there was a chance to do several things. Maybe he could visit his family on Kashyyyk, maybe take up a trade in business, maybe purchase the latest Czerka Choice brand of more meat (now with 70% ACTUAL meat) for his hotdogs.

It was really a lot to think about, but in the least, he decided to sleep on it.

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The next morning, he woke with inspiration. He decided that he would take up that business class and work to build a way to include more foods in a new resturant. First he’d need to register for some business trade classes and that would take a few weeks before the next one.

With a renewed passion, he goes onto the holonet to register for a Czerka Trade Community College Business Class. It was the first step to something that could lead to a greatness for himself and his customers. He’d show his family at home that he really could live a great dream outside of the trees and didn’t need to run back in failure. And so he did… with a bit of registering, reading some of the fine print, and more, he was now part of the Community College in the Colony. After today’s selling of HotDogs, he’d prepare and start his new classes next week!

[MissMora]

Former Lord Neph awakens tied to chair and bound. She looks around in a sort of panic at the broad lights above her in place. As this light slowly clears and focuses, she sees Lord Valerius with a team of doctors and scientists, presumably so.

“You’re awake, Neph. Welcome back.”

“Master? Is that you, Master? You came for me! You really came for me! Thank you, thank you, thank you! I’m ready to take up the mantle again.”

“You have been replaced, Neph.”

“What do you mean? N-No. NO! I’m your apprentice! Remember? After all we’ve been through? Everything!”

“…”

“My Lord!”

“Fret not. You will have a purpose.”

Valerius motions to Lord Morel? The tattered and shattered armor, the helm half broken and there before them stands a demon. His yellow eye showing nothing of humanity nor true existence. Only pure darkness.

“W-W-What did you do to Uncle Morel?”

“I’ve made him useful. I’ve made him into something that will rampage the Jedi and the Republic at a whim. No more pretty talk, no more lavished words, no more playing at a game that will be beholden to his focused standard. You both will make the Sith proud, as you’ve always deemed to speak”

"M-Master? MASTER? MASTER?!

A mask is put on Neph’s face, and all that one could hear as the Camera exits the room to look on a series of soldiers marching by is Neph’s high pitched screams…

[MissMora]

Black boots thump against metal floor.
The edge of black robes are seen swaying behind.
All at the stations of the Leviathan’s command center rise and salute.

“Lord Revan on deck!”

The cloaked figure stands before the window, facing an ever expanding universe. The holo projector in his hand opens and reveals a Star Map on Kashyyyk. Now, the location is firmly in his hand.

He looks back to Valerius and Malak…

“It is time.”

[MissMora]

Valerius sits in the private office of the Sith Base on Viscara. There were few to no guards left in the base. The ones who defected with Malak were slain. The ones who remain with him and Redmoon were…few. He stood up and paced around the room thinking upon his promise to Revan, and now, there was no Revan.

His god, his friend, his leader… was dead.

“How… How did I let this happen? How could Malak be so callous of Revan, who has done so much to carry us forward! Why? WHY? WHY?!”

He flips the desk, rips apart various vid screens, and falls to his knees. He lets out a roar as his hands grip his hair. The absolute agony of watching a god die… has rendered him.

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Bastila looks on Revan’s body with various hooded Jedi Masters. One whispers…

“We’re going to wipe his memory.”

“That is crude and cruel.”

“We cannot have him returning as an overlord again. He must be contained and restrained in a way. Lest he wakes and becomes a danger.”

“We also need what he knows.”

“His knowledge could grant us the reason for the attacks and for what turned him in the outer realm of this galaxy. There’s too much at stake to just erase everything.”

“Then… let’s do a partial suppression. And have a Jedi follow him as he regains himself.”

“This is fair. We’ll get information over some time, remove the dark lord from existence, and perhaps, he would rejoin us in time.”

“A gamble that I do not want to play. Though it seems the council is resolved to the answer. For now, we will go with this idea.”

“Force protect us all…”

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Bernie sits in his office chair, taking a drink of his famous double whiskey. He sighs and looks on the various reports on his desk. One by one, he goes through them and files and signs them. The mission today was extreme and worked.

It wasn’t the mission that made him feel bad though. It was having to rely on these young people to carry out the deeds of those who came before them. They were just raised or born to war, and it wasnt their fault. But not it’s their fault because they just exist. He hated it.

But the mission was complete. They killed Revan, head of the Sith. They couldn’t get Malak though, but that’s a story for another day. Old men like him couldnt rest until the young ones were able to finally rest. In the meantime, he finishes the drink and goes to throw it at the office door.

Sandra’s hand comes from the door’s opening and she grabs the glass. She smiles exhaustedly to Bernie and he sighs. She comes to sit across from him and set the glass down. They stare at each other a moment, and he goes to pour her a drink. Sandra takes a sip and they both lean back in their chairs to close their eyes.

Bernie knew that at least his legacy was secure. The youths of tomorrow would carry his promise to the galaxy…

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Bastila looks on out over the horizon on Dantooine.
She thinks on Revan’s broken form and the fine heroes who helped her capture him. They were so much braver than her, she though. So much more capable, and she thought to aspire to such.

It was with a draft that she closed her eyes and looked into her mind for some peace. The trust of the Force that she’d been so focused on. After a few minutes, she walks about the fountains of the enclave and finds rest in her meditation…

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Malak looks out of the window of the reconstructed Leviathan Bridge. Saul Karath walks up to him and hands a datapad to him while his Malak’s face is being worked. Malak looks on the datapad and types something before handing it back to Saul.

Saul lifts a finger to speak, but then stops, looking down and turning to walk away.

Malak’s droid finishes and is lightly pushed away.
He folds his arms and turns to the bridge where the soldiers and nav work. He slowly chuckles and closes his eyes…

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For a moment, the Sith and Jedi and Republic have a moment of quiet as the lull of today’s events leave everyone in a sort of stupor. Some in pain, some in agony, others in loss, and many more reminded about the reasons they fight or dont.

Through all the long nights they have been fighting for, there lies a place… a place of peace in some minds as that lull reminds many that they are still alive.

For many, perhaps the victory against Revan was a promise kept, revenge had, vows broken, new ones made, or if it was just to protect those from the Dark man’s path. And then the Sith, who are once again left asunder with their thoughts wondering of tomorrow as their stable time with a grand leader is ran into oblivion…

The galaxy is quiet for the evening… for the week…
Revan sleeps… sleeps and soon awakens to remember absolutely nothing. And as he awakens, the rest of the galaxy sleeps…

SWLOR SEASON 1, END

Shadow of Revan - Revan's Theme

[MissMora]

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A few days after the Dark One’s final defeat…

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Princess Sania

walks into her mother’s room and runs into her arms. Queen Talia is a bit surprised at the sudden affection from her normally distant daughter, but she cries into her mother’s arms and promises to be a better daughter. Talia whispers and smiles, comforting her daughter though the darkness.

It’s then that Sania returns to her room when comforted.
She gazes in her cloest and puts down the Tarot cards and the various fortune telling junk. Sania looks on her rather late duties and picks up the datapad, sitting at a desk and taking a deep breath.

A Princess has returned.

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Ganz

returns to Kashyyyk and begins to press a solid restoration program for many wookies who were displaced by the Sith and Czerka. The wookies take their champion back with open arms and through out the months. Ganz, the breaker of trees, is the eternal guardian of the planet and his life is now the life blood of the trees.

The proud man who’s life was all war and all battles, can now have some rest as his axe was rarely ever lifted again.

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Gogen

goes to deliver the last message to Sandra who sits quietly on a beach. He comes to sit by the woman and puts a hand on her shoulder. Her head tilts and as he breaks the news, she buries her face into his robes to scream and cry. And after having delivered the last messages to Clive… his duty was done.

Once this is done, he wanders back to an ancient temple where he looks on the dead ruins. There is a single stone with 7 names, his among them. He chuckles and puts a hand over the stone to feel the smooth stone. Gogen engraves one more name on the stone… Sin’Claire. He finally sets down his staff by the memorial site, long forgotten, and …he disappears. Returning to the Force with his promise kept.

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Leiza

returns to Holn, and then to her little village.
The peace that the allies made for the city and the village have allowed them to grow safety and healthy over the last year. She looks on the many animals scurrying about and the bright smiles of the villagers that welcome her back with running hugs.
Leiza looks on her grandfather as he hobbles over with his cane and opens his arms for his beloved family. She runs into his arms and tears of joy run down her face. He gives a hardy laugh and runs a hand through her blonde hair. Leiza knew she was home. She knew that she could finally live in peace with her heart at rest.

Elk

walks up behind Leiza and her grandfather and hugs them both. The hero who was lost after the fall of the Dark One when Arc was sealed away, was now a greater man than he was before. From his lost village, to the blessing of the flame spirit, to the finding of his love, Leiza… he’s come to learn a lot from the many heroes over the months and from those on Viscara and elsewhere. He’d found a way to put his burning passion into something of a loving ember now.

Elk, suddenly takes out a tiny box and kneels by Leiza.
He opens it and shows a dazzling ring.
Leiza puts her hands over her face and cries heavily, with rapid nods.
The Village screams and cheers for the pair.
Elk scoops up Leiza and spins her around, then share a deep kiss.

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Shu

walks into a little cantina on Tatooine and looks on to the beautiful singer, Shante. She sings beautifully to the audience of a few, but each one is entranced, and she was happy.

After the the performance, she walks over to Shu and with words unheard, he nods and she nods in turn. Their hands lock and with little else, Shu leaves his bounty hunter card in a small pyre down the street as they walk together to a ship for Shante’s traveling.

The legendary hunter and the legendary singer and spy, share their love…

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Arc

He returns to his quiet village and looks on the ruined buildings. Arc goes to put his armor away into the broken chest that he first gained it from… from his father.

He then goes to put each building together, board by board. It’s a few days of this and much of the small village is put back together. But this is not what really weighs on his mind. It was the people who helped him come from a simple life, to becoming a legendary hero who offered the galaxy a way to rest, if even for.a moment. He thought of their struggles and their feelings, but he knew that they would have to find their own way. That they would need to seek their own peace before they could come to rest.

Arc takes the sword to the top of the mountain near his village and sets it into the ground for it to overlook the planet he was on. He looks out to the long landscape of his home’s wildlands and takes off his red headband wrapping it around the hilt of the sword. He turns to walk away… the sword and headband wavering gently as only the dawn comes to light up the sword.

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They all gather on a remote bar and sit together, sharing laughs, jests, some stories, and other means of what’s been going on since Arc was a prisoner.

Finally, Shante steps up onto a little box with Ganz’s hand and begins to sing…

For them, one more song in her wonderful voice…

Arc the Lad II - Musicman with Lyrics

~ Fin ~

[MissMora]

A group of soldiers run along a track of a few miles, saying their normal marching cant as the dust rises up around their feet. Each one huffs their cant as they make their way past each static scene. A human made mini forest, a light beach setting, and finally a lovely scenery of Coruscant as they make their way around then to the Military Academy Yards.

A single male though… didn’t sing along with the rest of the soldiers. His mind wandered on these visions of various sights and sounds, but as quickly as they came… they were gone.

He barely noticed that the start of hand to hand training was beginning. It was an odd sensation as he stood before his opponent. It was even an odder sensation that his reactions were hardly his own as the opponent was on the ground in but seconds and with a broken leg. A hooded figure observes in the distance, but when this man turns to look… the figure is gone.

[MissMora]

SEASON 2

Revan’s Theme, Soft Piano

A young man sits up in his bunk on Coruscant. A hand goes through his hair as he looks around. For some reason, he sees a war torn field with many deaths and screams and explosions. Yet, he was no veteran. He was just the average soldier. He gets up to take a stroll through the military academy, making his way up to the highest section of the academy. There, he gazes out at the city… wondering this feeling of missing something, but soon the sight of the city softens his features.

As he looks up at the light breaking from the dark clouds, there is a calm from the feelings in his thoughts. The purity of this simple act above is suddenly disturbed by a ship that flies by.

In the moment, he lets a sigh and turns to the way he had come.

In such stands a robed figure.
He had seen this one before several times through his months at the academy.

“…Hello?”

The hooded figure nods once and turns to leave through the doorway.
When the soldier runs to gaze closer upon the robed figure, he turns the corner into the stairwell and… the figure is gone.

The soldier leans against the wall and puts a hand over his face as some rain falls in the background now. In the quiet of the stairwell, he lets the sound of the rain steal him away.

After some few minutes, his datapad beeps and to attend morning PT. Slowly he lifts from the wall and makes his way down the stairs. They seemed eternally longer than before, but it didn’t matter. Eventually he reaches the bottom and there he makes his way to the PT field.

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As he runs finishes his PT run, he sits in a locker room with some of the other men. They banter about many things… their lovers, jobs, future stations, reasons for enlisting, and more. Though most of the words were mostly as if spoken underwater to him as the soldier looks down at his hands.

A fellow walks by, patting the soldier on his shoulder as he heads on, snapping the fellow out of his long daze. He smiles faintly to the passing fellow and nods before making his way back to the bunk.

He prepped for the field training and picks up his issued blaster.
For some reason the various sounds play in the background.
The sounds of hundreds of blasters going off at once.
Suddenly there’s a door knock and he attends it.
The CO gives the soldier a nod and motions to the range.
The soldier gives a crisp salute and with that… is lost to the rest of the day.

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On Viscara’s Lakeside Base.

Lord Valerius looks on various records of encrypted dats and finds some of Revan’s old speeches that were given before his fall. He remembers many of these speeches and as he reads through some of them, he slams his fist on the desk… his teeth and face forcing together as the pain of this loss returns to him.

“My Lord… I failed you. But I can try to be motivational to those you left me. I will… take these speeches and grant them to your followers. Perhaps they will find the solace in your words as I have. Perhaps they will be what the galaxy needs to bring about your dream.”

He picks up the data and loads it into a holocron for the Revanites and with a sigh, he closes his eyes and looks upwards at the past, reviewing the memories…

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On Coruscant:

Several admirals are gathered in a war room, looking on a map. They gaze upon a few planets, though they motion to Rendili, Corellia, and Dallang. With a few conversational nods, admirals speak…

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On the Leviathan:

Malak stands on the bridge of the Leviathan and gazes upon a nameless moon. He turns to Saul Karath who stands before him with hands behind his back.

“Mi’lord, the attacks upon the requested worlds are going as planned. Your desire to capture the Jedi, Bastila, will be done.”

“She poses a threat to this war effort, along with …some others, but I believe you will not fail me, for you know what that means.”

“…Y-Yes, mi’lord. It shall be done.”

“See to it that it is. Leave me.”

“As you wish, mi’lord. I will keep you updated.”

With that, Saul walks away, taking a deep breath once he crosses the blast doors. While he has no regrets for the Telos, he wonders… a moment of doubt crossing his mind, but he shakes it away. The Sith were in the right… they were in the right…

The camera looks again to Malak who slowly balls his hands into a fist… and so everything fades to darkness…

[MissMora]

Bastila sits outside of the council chamber of Dantooine, awaiting with some inkling of nervousness as she fiddles with an end of her robe’s lining. With a sharp sigh she releases it and looks to the chamber doors again.

“Why do I see Revan in my dreams? He is not even ‘Revan’ anymore, and yet…”

She puts a hand on her face and lets a soft gasp of annoyance escapes her as she replays the images in her head. The random still life images that would appear in her mind randomly.

There is a sudden jarring of the chamber doors as they open. Vandar is standing and awaiting her. She gets up and bows to the Master. They make their way to the center stage before speaking.

“Master Vandar, I wish to speak about a particular problem I have been having in the last few weeks. At first I thought them some manner of guilt or trauma, but I feel they are something deeper.”

“Your mind, speak it, child.”

“I see… Revan, in my dreams. Not the one we fought, but the one the Order kept to training again.”

As if on cue, Master Zhar walks in.

“The nature of that bond is one of great mystery, but we feel that you may have developed a Force bond. I has noticed your behavior of late is rather suppressed. When you asked for a meeting with Master Vandar, I felt it time to speak properly.”

“The Force, with many secrets and oddities, it has. This bond, out of desperation, perhaps formed.” Vandar notes.

“What will we do about Revan, Masters?” Bastila asks with a frown.

“With time, perhaps redemption. But also this may be a way to gather information. And it is convenient that you say ‘we’, Bastilia…”

“What do you mean, Master Zhar?”

“The council would ask of you to follow Revan for a time. Do not interfere in his soldier training. We will continue to monitor him and will give us a way to study your bond as well.”

“I… I will do as you ask, Master. When do I make for Coruscant?”

“On the morrow, you shall. The Military Academy, you will live close by. Meet with Vrook first, at Grand Temple, you will.”

“I will do so. Thank you for your time.”

“Do well to rest, young Bastila. The galaxy will have need of your talents shortly.”

“May the force be with you.”

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On the way to Coruscant with an escort, she wonders about what she might see. Would this man be… Revan? Or show signs of corruption? It was all assumptions, of course, but an odd sensation in her stomach gave a bad feeling about the matter over all. Though… what was greater a cause than to turn an enemy back to the light?