~~Flashback~~

One of my earliest memories in this universe was of a battle, one warrior to another, and only the strongest would rule our planet. I was three, maybe four years old, being held by my mother at the time. I watched as the red-skinned, horned, half-droid Zabrak battled against the man that my mother followed. Red light clashed with black in a vicious battle of swords, blasters, and fists. The went in favour of one to the next at the drop of a hat. It wasn't completely clear to anyone who would win. Not until the Zabrak had his opponent on all fours.

"Like you said…" Pre Vizsla whispered, panting heavily. His heavy armor had gashes and scorch marks all over, mainly from his opponent's lightsaber and his own deflected blasts. "Only the strongest shall rule." He said softly, but passionately, as he closed his eyes, accepting his fate. As the Zabrak raised the weapon he disarmed off of Vizsla, a soft, gloved hand covered my eyes. I didn't see my mother's commanding officer get decapitated.

"I claim this sword, and my rightful place, as Leader of Death Watch!" Maul roared in victory as he held the Darksaber above his head. As my mother removed her hand from my eyes, I saw at least half of the Death Watch members around us walked towards the former Sith, bowing before him. Apart of me was angry that they would follow an outsider, but another understood that Mandalorian law states that Maul is, for all intensive purposes, Leader of Death Watch now.

"Never." My mother spat, a cold anger radiating off of her in waves. "No outsider will ever rule Mandalore." She hissed as she and several other members backed up.

"If you will not join me, you will all die." Maul warned darkly. As if following a silent command, the members of Death Watch that bowed before Maul stood and aimed their blasters at those that did not. Instinctively, I held closer to my mother, a gesture she returned.

"You're all traitors!" She yelled at the ones aiming at her.

"Unfortunately for you, history will not see it that way." Maul growled, his eyes moving towards me. His yellow orbs bored into mine for a painfully long moment before his eyes widened. I could feel the darkness pulsing within him, and I think there may be something he felt within me. "Execute them!" He yelled, pointing the Darksaber at my mother. Or, perhaps, me. Suddenly, I found myself in the arms of another Death Watch member.

"Get him out of here!" My mother ordered, her brilliant green eyes, which I had inherited, sharp.

"Yes Ma'am!" The Mandalorian nodded, holding me tightly. With that, he ran towards the exit, his jetpack flaring as he jumped over the railing. Childish fear striking me, I clung to the man's armoured shoulders, not daring to look down.

~~Dream End~~

My eyes shot open as I drew in a deep breath, hearing the alarm blaring around me. Show time. Having gotten into the bed with all but my coat and boots on, it took me little time to get ready for the heist I'd prepared for. I slept in an inn here in Mos Eisley, waiting for my little surprise in the Imperial camp nearby to do it's thing. And, judging by the alarm, the detonators I set to go off when enough people are in the blast radius had just exploded. Excellent. That means that I have a short window of opportunity to swoop in, grab what I'm looking for, and get out.

That in mind, I went straight for the window of the room I'd rented and opened the curtain. The civilians were in distress, and the Imperials around were occupied keeping them under control. Couple that all with the dark night sky, this is perfect. I climbed out of the window to the roof of the building, which didn't take all that long. In the distance, I could see the remnants of the explosion, which made me smirk. Time to get to work. Sliding down the wall, making sure my movements produced as little sound as possible, I waited for the right moment, and then pushed off, jumping to the next building.

I suppose an explanation is in order. In this universe, one I was incredibly fond of, and have hoped to live in for several millennia now, I am known as Michael Shan. I know, weird to have such a normal name in a world like this, but I kind of like it. Gives me a mysterious feel to those who don't know me. But, I should point out that I was born with the name Dante Kryze. I'm a Mandalorian Bounty Hunter/Mercenary of Clan Kryze. For now, at least. This particular job I'm on wasn't given to me by anybody; I heard of a certain experiment, and decided to investigate. If the intel is good, that means I just might get a new toy~

What was the Intel talking about? Well, I'd heard a rumor that spoke of an Imperial camp here on Tatooine that was experimenting with a strange Holocron. That confused me, understandably. A Holocron can only be activated through the use of the Force, the Emperor knows this, Vader knows this, so why would there be a camp trying to experiment with one? I doubt they have a Force-user at the ready for such a task, and I doubt they'd send an Inquisitor for such a menial task. (I think.) Which begs the question; why is it here? I'm going to find out, and, if possible, take the Holocron for myself.

After a short period of jumping across rooftops towards the aforementioned Imperial Camp, I stopped, just at the edge of the town, seeing the camp about half a klick away. For the record, a 'klick' on land is the equivalent of a kilometre. I could see from where I stood, several Stormtroopers patrolling the perimeter of the camp. They'd installed walls around the camp, probably to make sure thieves such as myself have a harder time getting to anything of value, particularly the Holocron.

That won't stop me.

I crouched, ready to jump off the building I was currently on, but I suddenly heard footsteps behind me, and blasters being set. "Don't move." A voice said behind. Fuck. "Stand up, put your hands where we can see them, and turn around. Slowly." The voice ordered sternly. Slowly, as requested, I held up my hands, standing up. As I turned around, the two Stormtroopers that had their blasters aimed at me seemed surprised.

"Mandalorian." The second trooper whispered. Why is that surprising? I mean, doesn't Boba Fett frequent this planet? Also, I can't be the only Mandalorian here on Tatooine right now, can I? Can I? I don't think so. Well, Mandalore is with the Empire right now(mostly) so me robbing an Imperial Camp of a valuable artifact, such as a Holocron, could be considered a treasonous act. Although, I'd have to be loyal to the Empire in the beginning to commit treason…

Anywho, yes, as the trooper so dumbly stated, I am a Mandalorian, and I wear, shocker, Mandalorian armour. Typical Clan Kryze armour, though I reforged it to provide a little more maneuverability, and I gave it a dark black paint-job, perfect for stealthy missions such as this one. The undersuit I wore underneath it was also black. Although, on the chestplate, I had a raven-esque symbol painted in dark red, and on the left shoulder pad, a white skull, reminiscent of the Punisher's logo.

I also wore a utility belt, blaster holsters attached to my hips, each housing a Westar 55 Heavy Blaster Pistol. Over everything, I wore an armour-weave coat. Those things are good to have. They can deflect most blaster fire, and even slight lightsaber strikes. Couple that with Mandalorian armour, which counters all but the strongest blaster fire, and is very lightsaber resistant, I've got a good defense on me. Although, it wasn't one of those huge, baggy ones that the Jedi wear, no. Ugh. It fit snug around my armour, reminiscent of Nick Fury's leather coat from the MCU. I also had a pair of Mandalorian vambraces on my arms.

Last, but certainly not least, I wore a teched out mask over my face, rather than the typical Mandalorian helmets. Said mask was a perfect replica of the mask that once belonged to one Darth Revan, Lord of the Sith, Jedi Knight, and my ancestor. Not only did it look badass, but it was easier to put on and take off, and it had some tech that most Mando helmets didn't.

"Congratulations, you guessed my origin perfectly." I said sully, my voice muffled by my mask. "You win a prize, being…" I trailed off, drawing one of my blasters before either of them could say or do anything. "Death." With that, I shot them both. They fell to the ground before they could even register what I said. With a sigh, I turned to face the camp again, readying myself to jump. There's a guard at the exit of the town, so I'd have to jump over them. Easy enough.

Setting my attention on the guardsmen, I waited until they had their focus on something other than guarding. Then, a few minutes later, a small supply convoy came along. Perfect. As the guards inspected said convoy, I took my opportunity. Focussing, I looked towards the camp. With a deep breath, I focused, and jumped. Thanks my 'special' abilities, I was able to make a jump of at least 150 metres, well past the attention of the Troopers guarding the exit, and out of the sight of the guards patrolling the camp.

Show time.

I took a few minutes to analyse the patrol patterns of the troopers who circle the perimeter of the camp. I would need to wait until a sufficient window was open before I swoop in. I could just jump over now, I can make it, but that runs the risk of one of the patrol seeing me. There are around ten troopers in the patrol, five walking clockwise, five counter clockwise. When two troopers, one from each direction, pass each other, there's a narrow blindspot, where I can jump right between their backs, before the upcoming troopers see me. I'd have to wait until said blindspot comes along, which is every ten minutes or so, unfortunately. Force knows I hate waiting. 10 minutes, 10 hours, it doesn't matter. I hate waiting. Something that has stayed constant with me in every universe, which is surprising considering I'm technically an entirely different person with world I visit.

Looks like I won't have to wait for too long though. Right now, two troopers are approaching each other. They're getting closer… 10 meters… seven metres… three… one… now! As soon as they pass each other, I make the move. Having been hiding behind a small sand dune, I jump over it and sprint silently. When I'm close enough, I push off with every bit of strength I have, managing to just barely jump over the fence and land on the other side with a roll. Unfortunately…

"Hey!" A Stormtrooper, one I'd landed literally right in front of, aimed his blaster at me as I stood to my feet. Not wasting any time, I grabbed him by his helmet and snapped his neck, grabbing onto him so that he wouldn't hit the ground with a thud. I quietly dragged his body away and stored it in an empty crate. Not sure how long he'll stay undiscovered, but it should long enough. With that taken care of, I slipped off towards my target. It seems as if the distraction my detonator provided earlier wasn't as distracting as I thought it would be, as everyone had returned to their work.

Making sure to keep my footsteps as quiet as I could possibly get them to be, I snuck around the camp, looking through every tent, barrack, and structure that had a roof over it's head. One area had various computer screens and Technicians analysing Holocron images and similar devices. Another was comparing frequencies from Holocrons with Kyber Crystal frequencies and other holographic devices.

Hilariously enough, I actually stumbled in on two Technicians who were on their break, getting busy, if you know what I mean. Thankfully, I got out of there before I saw anything too explicit. I'm no prude, but I respect other people's boundaries. Still, I find myself wondering why those two would risk doing such a thing here of all places. I mean, the Empire already forbids fraternisation between co-workers. Add in the fact that this camp is rather important and can't afford any distractions, regardless of whether it's a trap or not, you'd think they'd try to control themselves. Especially given how hot this planet is, and the sweat they'll work up, but I digress.

In actual fact, those two having their little affair in the worst possible place gave me an opportunity. They'd both left their consoles completely unguarded. So, I snuck over to one of them, maintaining my stealth, and plugged in a small transceiver into it. With a smirk, I tapped the communicator on my mask, hearing the cheery beeps and whistles of my favorite Astromech droid.

"Good to hear from you too T7." I told one of my only two crew members with a smile. T7-O1, an astromech droid that was constructed well over 200 years ago. I found him up on Nar Shadaa a few years ago. Bought him for a quite a price, but it was totally worth it. The vendor thought he was screwing me over, but he didn't know what he was selling. Fool. "I just put a transceiver spike in a console. Can you use it to tell me where the Holocron is?" I asked him.

He responded with an affirmative whistle. After a moment, he spoke again, giving me the location of my target, warning me of the ten guards surrounding it.

"The centre tent? Brilliant." I sighed heavily. A tent is much smaller than a whole camp. No sneak in opportunities this time around. T7 then chimed in with a few more beeps. "Always open to suggestions Buddy." I responded. I received a little bit of a lengthy set of binary bleeps and whistles. "Detonators? Good plan, but I only have two on me right now." I replied, checking my utility belt. T7 whistled back. After a few seconds, a pop up appeared on my HUD, showing me a birds eye view map of the camp I was in. The weapons storage, and the main barracks were highlighted as ideal locations for a detonator. I've never been given any reason doubt him before, so I suppose I can give his idea a try. "Thanks T7." I told him, cutting the com link and looking towards the weapons storage, which was closer of the two locations. "Let's just get this done." I told myself, continuing with my task.

It took a bit of time, but I eventually managed to set a detonator at each location T7 suggested for me. I had been discovered by a small number of Troopers as I went along, but as each one saw me, they quickly suffered a swift demise. It was a bit annoying having to hide the bodies in crates, empty tents, and even burying one of them, but I managed. Then I had to get to the tent at the centre of the camp, where the Holocron was. That way, I could take as little time getting there as possible, while maximising the time I have in there. That's what she said…

So, after I got as close as I could to the tent, I pressed the detonate key on my vambrace, sending a signal to the detonators to go off. Within a few seconds…

*BOOOOOOOM!*

I smirked. The alarm started blaring loudly once more. The weapons storage was filled with detonators from the start, so setting one off in there caused a bigger explosion than the other. All available troops minus a small handful, separated towards the two areas to investigate. Several of the higher ranking men were yelling out 'Intruder Alert' and all that jazz. There was now only a grand total of two guards in front of the tent. Smiling, I reached towards my utility belt and pulled out two throwing knives. In a matter of seconds, the two guards were on the ground, dead, knives in their necks.

"Honestly…" I sighed quietly. "You'd think armour from a technologically advanced Empire would protect against things like this." I said to myself as I retrieved the knives from their necks. Hey, these things are expensive. No way am I just going to leave them there like a calling card. "Now, let's see what we have here." I said, walking into the tent…

Only to be greeted by three technicians. They were all focussed on a pad or console, no doubt having been ordered to keep focus on their work. They were all surrounding what looked like a circular stone, probably extracted from a temple of some kind of temple, Jedi or Sith, I don't know, but it'd definitely Force-related. In the center of this circular construct, was a purple crystalline orb which seemed to be embedded into the stone. It gave off a faint glow.

"Hi!" I said cheerfully, drawing the attention of all three technicians. As soon as they turned their heads to me, I had both of my blasters out. "Bye." I smirked, shooting. They were dead before they hit the ground. "Two easy." I said with a shaking of my head, spinning the blasters and holstering them. "Now, what have we here?" I asked the air, approaching the stone.

As stated before, the stone was circular, perfectly, I might add, and in the centre there was a crystalline orb, purple in colour, embedded in the stone. Definitely a Holocron. Not one I've ever seen before, but most certainly a Holocron. The colour and shape are different from anything I've ever seen. Holorcons are usually polyhedric, but this one is a perfect sphere. As for colour, well, Jedi Holocrons are usually blue or gold, and Sith Holocrons are usually red, black, or bronze. This one is unusual.

Giving a thoughtful hum, I clicked a switch at the jawline of my mask. The mask retracted backwards into the armour that rested on the back of my neck, showing off my short, red hair and electric green eyes. That was one feature my Raven mask replica had over other Mando helmets; it's retractable.

"Let's see what's going on here." I said, picking up one of the pads. I scrolled through the info on it, reading what looked important. "So that's it." I hummed as I found what they were doing. They weren't experimenting with the Holocron, they were trying to separate it from the stone. Even the Emperor and Vader themselves couldn't get it out of there, Force or otherwise. So they sent it here to have a team of scientists try to extract it.

I've only heard of stories like this a couple of times. Once, on Korriban, a couple thousand years ago, there was a Holocron in the tomb of an infamous Sith Lord. Scientists, Sith, and even a couple of Jedi had tried to get a particular Holocron from a vault in said tomb. For centuries, many tried and failed. Until a young Sith Apprentice shot lightning at the vault, and it opened. Many speculated as to why a simple Apprentice succeeded where even Dark Council members failed. Some believed the solution to be so simple that nobody thought of it, others believed that that young Apprentice was the one meant to open the vault. The mystery was never solved.

Now, that's all fine and well, but this poses a problem. How am I going to get this thing out of here? Let alone to my ship and off the planet. My ship's halfway towards the other side of the planet, and I don't have time to figure out how the aforementioned Sith Apprentice exactly got his/her Holocron out. I don't even know if I could. Well, there is something I could try, but it's risky, in that I might end up with a crap ton of Imperials on my ass afterwards.

"Check the centre tent!" I heard a voice shout in the distance.

"Fuck!" I cursed under my breath, tossing the pad away. Screw it. I'll give it a try.

Taking a deep breath, I held out my hand and reached out for the Holocron. I focussed my emotions, my desire for the Holocron, everything I could. Putting everything my Master taught me into my thoughts, I called to the Holocron with my thoughts, with my feelings. I felt a flicker from the Holocron, but didn't allow it to break my focus. I kept everything I had set on the Holocron.

When I opened my eyes, a bright purple glow shone from them. The stone that held the spherical Holocron cracked at the edge. Smirking, I put more emotion into my calling, feeling the pull of the Holocron calling back at me. Another crack appeared. And another. Eventually, they all started spreading towards the centre. In complete sync, the cracks stopped right at the Holocron's circumference, and the stone tumbled to the ground in pieces, leaving a floating Holocron behind. Smirking, I brought the device to my hand as the purple glow in my eyes died down.

"Nice." I grinned widely, eager to learn all of the secrets this unique sphere holds.

"Hand it over!" A voice said as a Trooper suddenly burst into the tent. Instantly, I reached out with my other hand and clenched my first. His head jerked to this side, his neck snapping, and he fell to the ground.

"Time to go." I said, pocketing the Holocron. I clicked the switch on the neck of armour again, and my Revan mask appeared on my face again.

I left the tent through the back, cutting through the fabric with one of my knives. I figured that the Troopers would gather around the entrance to cut me of from escaping. Lo and behold, I find around 15 Troopers with their blasters aimed at me as I cut through back of the tent. Wow. And here I thought these guys were incapable of thinking one move ahead. Impressive.

"Put your hands where we can see them, and hand over the artefact." Their apparent leader demanded, readying his blaster. The rest of the squad did the same.

"Yeah, I think not." I said simply. Before anyone could respond, I'd upholstered my blasters and shot at least three Troopers before I took cover behind a crate. The troopers followed suit. What followed was a lengthy battle 1 vs 15. Keep in mind, one Mandalorian, such as myself, is more than capable taking out 15 Stormtroopers, although it's hardly an instant process. It took time, and I took more than a few hits, though my armour did protect me. I won't bore you with the details, but I'll say that it took some time to shoot all the Stormtroopers. "Honestly, the Clones would have had me." I shook my head. "What was the Empire thinking?" I sighed, running off towards the entrance.

Along the way, I did come across a couple more Stormtroopers, but I took them down as they came easy enough. Their armour is awful, and it doesn't protect them from anything. One shot, and they're dead. Mandalorian armour, on the other hand, can withstand a fair number of shots from a blaster set to kill. Adding in the fact that my own armour is a little over 700 years old, you can see how this stuff is. The Stormtroopers might as well be wearing paper to protect themselves.

Digression aside, after leaving the camp perimeter, another Trooper approached on a speeder. Smirking at the opportunity, I stopped and waited, holstering my blasters. As he saw me, he pulled out his own blaster and started shooting at me. Dodging the shots, I waited until the right moment. Just as he was about to soar right past me, I thrust my arm out, sending him flying off of the speeder before jumping right on it, landing in the seat perfectly. With the newly acquired speeder, I took off towards the horizon, intent on getting off of this sandbox of a planet.

"Force-forsaken, fuck-mothering, kriffing stupid device!" I exclaimed in frustration as I walked through the desert in the middle of the night. The speeder that I had commandeered from a Stormtrooper had a faulty engine. When it went passed a particular speed limit, it overloaded, and I just barely managed to get off of it in time. Now, I'm stuck talking to the spaceport where my ship was docked. I could just call T7 and have him fly the ship to me, but that may attract some unwanted attention. So for now, I'm stuck with walking.

Fantastic.

The cold air biting at me was quite unpleasant, but my armour had a built in heat system for such climates, as it did a cooling system for extreme heat climates. It baffles me how a climate as hot and humid as a desert could be so chilling to the bone at night. I suppose the majority of the heat comes from the twin suns, and at night, when half the planet is facing away from the moon, then that heat doesn't reach. OK, it's easy to understand, but the difference is drastic.

As I continued to walk, whining to myself under my breath, I became aware of several presences surrounding me, assaulting my senses with their intentions. I'll tell you this much, none of those intentions are good. And if the location was anything to go by, I think I know who's stalking me. I'd stumbled into a large collection of rocks and boulders. Much better than the desert, the ground is solid, but these rock formations have been known to sometimes, emphasis on sometimes, house parties of...

"HAAAAAAH!" A familiar roar sounded in the distance as four humanoid figures jumped out of the shadows to surround me.

THESE guys…

"Sand people." I deadpanned as they aimed their weapons at me. "You're even uglier in person." I smirked, donning my mask again. Roaring, the four animals-on-two-legs attacked.

OK, introducing, the re-write of Truth, Honor, Vision; Legacy of Revan! As I said before, there were a lot of holes in the original that I wanted to fix, things I wanted to change and whatnot. This story is going to be a bit more thought out, and maybe start a little earlier than the original. MAYBE. I'm not sure where to start. I thought maybe I'd go with Ahsoka calling Mike when the Inquisitors are kidnapping children.

Now, here are a few of the changes; Mike is now a member of Clan Kryze, not Varad. I think we all know who his mother is, but I won't say it because I want people to guess. He has Revan mask replica instead of a visor. His lightsabers will be different. His relationship with Sabine will be different, but will ultimately lead to the pairing. His backstory and training will be different, unique, I think. Something no one has done before, that I know of.

As for what stays the same; Mike still has the Fury-Class Interceptor. He's still a descendant of Revan/The Shan family. He will be close to Ahsoka, as he was in the original. He will speak with Satele Shan's Force Ghost, and get her lightsaber.

I thank you all for being patient with me. My autism causes an erratic pattern of ideas to fly around in my head, and I often can't keep up. Hence the terrible upload schedule.

And one more thing:

MERRY CHRISTMAS ALL! HO HO HO!

OK, now that that's out of my system, enjoy your Christmas day! I uploaded this at precisely midnight in my time zone, so it may or may not be Christmas for some of yoy. :P