A Simple Mission

Revan stood in a perfect fighting stance ontop of the grassy plains of the planet. Balancing lightly on the balls of his feet he slowly took out his lightsaber from his belt and pressed the ignition button. It responded with a satisfying hum and a dark blue blade appeared just as he had expected. The ten Sith officers stood circled around him with their rifle scopes aimed straight for his head.

During the past few months Revan had been sent on many missions across the galaxy. Ever since he had killed his old master, Darth Malak, onboard the Star Forge, the Republic had been pushing the military advantage, trying desperately to keep the Sith armies in disarray. However, Revan felt in his own heart that this couldn't last forever. Although he had killed the Sith leader, it couldn't be long before they chose a new one, and soon enough the Republic would be in the same desperate situatuion they were in before.

The Jedi council had sent Revan to this particuliar planet to destroy a Sith encampent they had on a village here. They had been terrorizing the villagers for days now and the Jedi saw this as a perfect oppurtunity to attack.

For now however, Revan tried to push these thoughts from his mind, as he would need every bit of focus he had on the fight that was to come in only a matter of seconds.

"For the last time, drop your weapon!" their leader said

"Make me," responded Revan in a teasing tone of voice. He grinned while flipping around his blade a few times.

Revan closed his eyes and tried to relax. On the outside he was as hard and agressive looking as a Sith Lord himself. But on the inside, he was calm and cool, readying himself, thinking only of the Jedi code.

"Open fire!" he heard one yell in a fierce tone of voice.

The ten troopers who had circled around him immediatly started blasting away but their shots only hit one another as Revan was already on the move. Doing a great leap and a triple flip through the air Revan landed right behind the unit's commander hacking a line straight across his back, burning the shiny metal armor, and leaving a fierce, black, burn mark. The Captain fell limply to the ground as the other troops turned around and continued firing at Revan. But Revan simply deflected every one of the laser shots, watching the red beams bounce away and fade from his view as they shot into the calm night sky.

Revan did a roll across the grass, which to his discomfort, slightly wettened his robes, and made a stab straight through another of the Sith troopers' armor. Then one by one, he quickly bounced around, hacking, slashing, and stabbing straight through the remainder of the troops until there was only one left. Standing ten feet in front of Revan, he quickly pulled out a brownish yellow orb from his belt.

"Eat this," he said, and threw the grenade straight toward Jedi.

Revan's knees purposefully gave way to his weight making him fall backwards onto the ground. He watched the grenade fly straight across his vision and behind him he heard a sickening boom that left a slight ringing noise in his ears. Satisfyingly Revan stood back up and ran his hands through his greasy black hair a few times.

Revan raised one eyebrow, and threw the lightsaber straight into the soldier. The lightsaber stabbed straight through his chest and the soldier immediatly went limp and fell to the ground.

"And that is how you deal with Sith," he said, picking up his blade and walking away, leaving only corpses behind him.

Revan stood up straight and loosened his muscles. He stared into the icy blue blade for only a minute before flipping it off. He rubbed his hands a few times down his great black robes he had kept all these years. Although they were a relic of his dark past, somehow, they still managed to remain his favorite outfit. He closed his eyes for a minute and breathed in the cool night air. He stretched out his arms in front of him and cracked his fingers and back at the same time forcing him to laugh slightly to himself. He could just imagine Bastilla grimacing if he had done it in front of her. Slowly, he turned around and began the very long walk back to the Ebon Hawk.

Bastilla and Carth are in for one hell of a story! he thought to himself.

The End