Dark Side Male Exile

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop the images, couldn’t stop the feeling he was slipping away, that the monster he once was, was breaking free of the prison he had created in the deepest, darkest corner of his soul.

"And just why are you telling me this?" he asked, looking suspiciously at the ghost. "After all the trouble you've gone through to make sure the Republic was crippled; ensuring that others did your dirty work for you; making sure that others like Mandalore the Ultimate, Ellis Yoly, Malak, and I all took care of clearing the way for you. You infected the Senate with your magic and words of power, leaving it in shambles. After all of that, why would you want to destroy what you have worked for?"

"As I said, Lord Revan..."

"Just Revan, thanks."

"As I said," the apparition amended. "I had a vision..."

A late DCC, a secret santa. Back when it was cold, someone wanted to know about the Gathering of the Mandalorian Clans on Dxun. And I wanted to tell you. But time was tight and the tale grew in the telling. We'll start with Mira, torn between her past and future, a war-orphan of Clan Mirdala. At one time they were considered among the strongest and most cunning of the Mando'ade, now scorned for cowards, for hutuune, for until the last hours of Malachor V, their lord refused the call of Mandalore Anila. Now, years later, shaking in the grip of a tropic fever, the old chief confesses a devastating secret..

"A scattered dream that's like far-off memory" "A far-off memory that's like a scattered dream"
"I want to line the pieces up" "Yours and Mine..." "You the life of the force and me the death of it..."
(Revan and Exile)

ASSOCIATED GALACTIC PRESS (50 BBY) — CORUSCANT Corellian Archeologist Rwellan Minorap of the U of C uncovers treasures of Sith past from ancient mining ruins. University officials, who lay claim to the objects found in an ancient mining facility on Peragas under their jurisdiction, expressed their high hopes yesterday for Republic approval on an extensive study of the entire dig site. At present, only a small portion of the recovered items have been thoroughly examined, but the following poem fragment, translated from ancient Mandalorian, shows great promise for what else may come.

Kreia confronts the Exile with the “wisdom” of her years.

The Invaders: The alliance between Silas Carver and the Mandalorians threatens to break down as well as the loyalties within Carver's own crew.

Both men took a deep breath and followed her to the center temple.  "Get in, get the key, and get out.  That's the plan," she said when they flanked her.

The Hunted: Silas Carver tangles with the apex predator of the Dxun jungle while Jaq dusts off some old interrogation techniques...

The Hunters: Carver searches for a zakkeg while Jaq recieves a rude awakening...

Uninvited Guests: Carver's crew is scattered around the Dxun jungle on missions for the Mandalorians. HK and Jaq reach their targets first...

Yesterday's Enemy: Silas Carver and his crew reunite with old enemies and form an uneasy alliance. But getting to Onderon may prove more difficult than they originally believed.

Jungle Tour: An unfriendly welcome on Onderon leads to a crashland on Dxun. But the crew may not be as alone on the moon as they believe...

Finished Business: An assault on Goto's yacht leads to new allies and an encounter with one of the Jedi Masters. And Carver's plans begin to take shape...

Gangster's Machinations: Silas Carver continues to search for Visquis while his crew continues to search for him.

Hunting Grounds: As the search for the Jedi continues, the bounty hunters close in, and Silas Carver gets invited to a trap.

. . . Dustil realized exactly where to look: The Room of a Thousand Fountains.

Enter Silas Carver: a dark warrior on a mission of destruction. But first, he needs to bolster his forces. The first place he looks is within his own crew.

Atton spun around, throwing his hand out, but Jaden was ready and countered his push maneuver with one of her own.  He found himself shoved off his feet, slammed into the bulkhead and flat on his ass.

To have a purpose, an existence without Acerbus would be akin to not existing at all. And those who have never known the feeling of his presence, have never lived. He is everything.

He is my everything.

“I have commendation after commendation, medal after medal, for bravery, for courage under fire, for single-handedly rescuing small planets from the clutches of the bad guys.  I even have the Cross of Glory for destroying the Star Forge, but I realized last night, none of that makes me brave or courageous because when it comes right down to it, I am a coward.”

. . . I almost told them no, unsure of why I had been chosen for a mission to bury a key, but the voices were quite insistent, ensuring me of the importance of this task.

Just a drawing of Jedi Exile...

Immediatly after the events that occured at Malachor V, half of the fallen exiles companions are dead those including Brianna, Mira, and Visas. Those left alive are Atton, Mandalore, Bao-Dur, and T3-M4. The Exile (Sodol Koil) has abandoned his party and vowed to kill Revan for the title of Dark Lord of the Sith.

~~ Now do you understand, Admiral? ~~

Kwyn walked in with a bottle of Corellian whiskey and two glasses.

“Thought you could use this,” he said setting down the items and then sitting across from Carth.

What if Kreia didn't love the exile? What if she was just using him?

What will he think about it? Does it even matter to him?

Even millennia have millennia and consequently knowledge of time is lost but one thing will remain constant: there was the beginning.  There was the Force.  No one knows how the Force and the beginning are intertwined and that’s not important.  What is important is what comes after.

Carth planted his hands on either side of her head, trapping her.  “Does it give you a thrill to be all powerful, to know you decide who you help and who you don’t?  Is your God-complex good enough for the queen but not for a young man who thinks you’re the next best thing to Tarisian ale?”