Revan watched the battle from his command deck, secretly glad that he had built his mask so that it partially opened to allow him to eat and drink with his mask still on. He watched The Leviathan move forwards and ruthlessly destroy a hammerhead-class Republic cruiser. Revan frowned as he sipped on his Deralian wine. Of all the wines he had sampled he had found that he enjoyed Deralian wine the most.

Turning around, he senses that the Jedi strike team aboard his ship would reach the bridge very soon.

"All of you are dismissed. The Jedi will be here soon. Get off this ship, at this point I am authorizing the start of Operation: Light and Dark," said Revan without turning around. He felt every single member of the bridge salute him and then proceeding to leave with efficiency. He had handpicked each and every member of his personal command crew and knew that they would carry out his orders to the best of their capabilities… and then some.

As he watched the battle unfold in front of him, Revan heard the hiss of the durasteel door behind him and he knew that the Jedi strike team had arrived.

"Ah, so nice of you to finally join me," he said in his characteristically smooth tone. "Would you like some Deralian wine? I guarantee you will enjoy it. The taste is most exquisite."

"Revan! You will pay for your crimes!" called out a feminine voice that sent a tingle down Revan's spine.

"Bastila? What was she doing here?"

Revan turned around and saw that Bastila was indeed at the front of the Jedi strike team, yellow lightsaber in hand, face completely drenched in sweat, and those blue-grey eyes of hers shimmered fiercely.

"Bastila… It's been a long time. You've grown. I suppose congratulations are in order Knight Shan," said Revan as he walked towards her.

"You're mistaken. I'm not a Knight," said Bastila coldly. Revan was genuinely taken aback.

"What? I thought that with your Battle Meditation, the Council would have promoted you by now," said Revan in surprise.

"I trust in their greater wisdom. As you should have," said Bastila bitterly.

"Surrender now Revan," said another Jedi igniting his own purple lightsaber.

"You realize that I could kill you all without breaking a sweat," commented Revan dryly slightly amused as all of the Jedi visibly flinched.

"But… If it is my surrender you want, you shall have it," said Revan as he slowly reached for his lightsaber watching as the Jedi immediately went into battle formation. He unhooked both lightsabers from his belt and handed them over to an extremely surprised Bastila.

"You didn't expect me to just surrender did you?" said Revan with a chuckle. The answer was written plainly on their faces.

"Your mask," said Bastila still in shock, staring down at the two lightsabers in her hand.

Revan laughed as he reached up and took off his mask making sure that his face was still obscured by the shadow of his hood. He handed it took the Jedi with the purple lightsaber.

"Why are you doing this?" asked the Jedi with the purple lightsaber, silently taking the Force for letting him live from what he thought would have been his last mission.

"I need to speak with the Council. This seemed like the fastest way," said Revan with a shrug. "Now if there aren't any more requests...?"

"You'll need to wear this," muttered Bastila stiffly as she hooked Revan's lightsabers to her belt and brought out a Neural Disruptor."

"A Neural Disruptor? Is that really necessary?" catching Bastila's eye he quickly added. "I suppose I am the Dark Lord of the Sith…" Revan sighed and took the Neural Disruptor and fastened it around his neck. The clouding to his thoughts was instantaneous.

"Lead… the way," said Revan as he fought to keep his thoughts coherent.

As the Jedi turned to leave a sharp warning in the Force caused Revan's eyes to widen. He felt a ripple of dark energy surging from Malak and The Leviathan. Cursing he grabbed a hold of Bastila he yanked her back to him, causing her to yelp with surprise. The other Jedi immediately turned around and ignited their lightsabers.

"Get this Neural Disruptor off me now!" When the Jedi did not move he impatiently added, "If you don't we all die!"

Bastila looked up at him for a second before pulling a control pad off of her belt.

"Bastila what are you doing?" the other Jedi screamed in unison. Bastila ignored them and deactivated the Neural Disruptor on Revan's neck.

Without a second to spare Revan whirled around and brought his mastery of the Force to bear. He concentrated all of his efforts into his visualization of a wall in between him and the rest of the Command Deck. The moment the wall came into being, the lasers of The Leviathan pounded into the Command Deck. Revan's wall shock but held firm underneath the barrage of lasers.

"What are you waiting for? Go!" roared Revan at the Jedi. Without looking back the Jedi turned around and ran for their lives. All but one.

"What are you doing Bastila? Run!"

"Our orders were to bring you back at all costs!" yelled Bastila in retaliation.

"Screw your orders! You're going to die if you don't get out of here now!" yelled Revan as he turned around and Force Pushed her out of the Command Deck.

With a sense of horror, Revan realized that his momentary lapse in concentration had weakened the wall he had created.

"Oh shit."

Before Revan had time to reinforce it, another laser blast pounded through it. Revan gritted his teeth in agony as he felt his broken body sail through the open durasteel door… and he landed right next to Bastila. Revan let out a chuckle that sounded more like a wheeze as he expelled the air from his damaged lungs. Oh, the irony. If he could actually laugh right now, Revan would have. He grinned as he felt the darkness that had been steadily creeping towards him pull him into its embrace.

Bastila turned to her side and saw the unconscious Revan lying next to her. His robe had been blown off in the explosion and she saw that unlike other Dark Jedi, his face was left unmarred by corruption. His skin was tan had numerous cuts from the shards of glass and metal that had cut him when the lasers hit; his dark brown hair was messy and wild. He seemed so peaceful to Bastila, so peaceful in fact, that she had to remind herself that the man lying next to her was responsible for the deaths of billions of innocent people. Hoping that she was making the right choice Bastila started to use the Force to stabilize Revan and heal his wounds.

Revan groaned as he opened his eyes. The throbbing in the back of his head did nothing to make him feel better. As he looked up, he realized that he must have been in the now vacant Kolto tank. Looking around, Revan spotted a single pair of folded robes, the standard for a padawan. As he slipped the robes on, he heard the door behind him open with a hiss. Turning around, he came face to face with Bastila.

"Bastila," said Revan with a small bow.

"How are you feeling?" asked Bastila.

"Better than I was on The Onslaught," said Revan with a small smile, as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"The Council will see you now. But before we go…," said Bastila as she held out a Neural Disruptor.

"Is this really necessary? Haven't I already proven that I'm not going to go on a rampage and kill every Jedi I see?"asked an exasperated Revan. When Bastila didn't respond Revan swiped the Neural Disruptor out of Bastila's hand, mutter darkly about ungrateful Jedi.

As Revan and Bastila entered the Council chamber, Revan nervously regarded his four previous masters. While he knew that in terms of both physical strength and strength in the force he surpassed all but Master Vandar, he was still nervous about meeting them again after he had left the Order to join the Mandalorian War, especially after how that had turned out.

"Ah Revan, it has been awhile since we last spoke," said Zhar not unkindly.

"Yes Master Zhar," said Revan unable to keep the embarrassment from his voice. He inwardly winced as the memories of their last encounter surfaced. He had shouted at Zhar the last time they met.

"Let bygones, be bygones," said Zhar as he sensed his former pupil's discomfort.

"You are here because of another reason. One of the Jedi sent to capture you told us you surrendered because you wished to speak with us," said Master Vrook, his eyes narrowing as he glared at Revan.

"Yes Masters," said Revan. "You remember what you said before I left for the Mandalorian Wars?"

"We told you that there was something else manipulating the Mandalorians. Something far more sinister," said Master Vandar as he looked at Revan curiously.

"You… were right," said Revan still slightly miffed at having to admit he was wrong. "There was something out there. Something far worse than you or I could have previously imagined."

"What did you find?" asked Master Dorak, keen to record this in the Archives.

"After Malachor V, Malak and I took our fleets into Unknown Space. We were search for the remnants of the Mandalorian armada. A small fleet of their ships managed to get away from Malachor V in time to escape the Mass Shadow Generator's activation," said Revan darkly. "What we found, was terror beyond belief. I have never been more terrified than that single time."

"What did you find?" asked Bastila almost afraid to hear the answer.

"The True Sith," said Revan quietly. The Council and Bastila felt Revan's Force signature fade away from pure fear as he uttered those words. "Instead of merely telling you what I saw, I think it would be better if you saw it for yourself. Bastila, if you would please remove the Neural Disruptor?"

Bastila waited for the Council's nod before she released the power on the Neural Disruptor and allowed Revan to remove it from his neck. Revan rubbed his neck before continuing, "I would like to warn you before hand, I am going to be drawing all of you into my mind. Please, don't be alarmed, and don't resist."

Revan drew upon the Force as he touched the minds of Bastila, Dorak, Zhar, Vandar, and Vrook. Making sure that they were all ready, he slowly drew their consciousnesses' into his memories of the day he felt true despair. Using the Force as a medium, Revan transmitted his own memories of what had happened that day.

Revan stepped out of the small cruiser that had brought him from The Onslaught down to the surface of the planet. He had felt a strong pull from the Force to lead him here. He knew that the Dark Side had a strong hold over the planet. Revan watch as Malak walked off the cruiser behind him, leading a contingent of Jedi.

"The Dark Side is strong here Revan," said one of the Jedi nervously.

"I know, but we have to confront this. Whatever it is. The Council was right, there is something manipulating the Mandalorians, and It's here on this planet. We have to stop it," said Revan. "Malak, you take half of the Jedi and circle around from the back, we'll crush whatever it is in a pincer movement. Make sure to use flash grenades first, then Thermal Detonators , and then, I want Consulars and Sentinels to provide back up with the Force while the Guardian's engage it," said Revan as the groups nodded and split up.

As Revan's team approached the target, he whispered into his comlink. "Malak, are you in position?"

"We are."

"Go."

As one, the two strike teams lobbed no less than fifteen flash grenades at the center of the Dark Side energies of the planet. Without stopping to see if the grenades and done their job, the Jedi launched another ten Thermal Detonators at the target. Revan looked out from their hiding place to see that whatever it was, their target had suspended all of the grenades in mid air. Cursing, he reached out with the Force and detonated all of them in mid air.

"Go!" roared Revan as the Guardians, Malak, and himself rushed from their hiding places to charge the target. Behind him Revan could hear the Consulars and Sentinels using the force to try and keep a stasis field around their target.

As the smoke cleared, Revan finally saw his opponent. It was a tall, heavily built figure with red skin and piercing yellow eyes that burned with the power of the Dark Side. It had a long tentacle beard bone spurs lined its skin. In its right hand was large double bladed sword.

"No… It can't be…" thought Revan as fear engulfed him.

The figure waved his hand towards the approaching Jedi, all of the Guardians, save for Revan and Malak, were propelled backwards. It then raised its hands as all of the Jedi; this time Revan and Malak included, were electrocuted with Force Lightning. Revan wearily got to his feet, knowing that only Malak and himself had survived that last attack.

Revan and Malak circled the being, lightsabers ignited, waiting for it to make its move. The Sith finally leapt at Revan twirling his blade overhead aas he brought it down towards Revan's head. Revan quickly brought his lighrtsaber up to block the blade and raised his other hand to Push it away.

"So… The Jedi finally arrive," said the creature in its deep voice.

"How do you know Galactic Basic?" inquired Revan as he parried one of its strikes. Malak did everything he could to try and land a blow on the creature but to no avail.

"I ripped it from the mind of one of your companions," said the Sith with a shrug as it swung its blade at Revan's side.

"What are you?" asked Revan.

"I am a Sith. One of the True Sith. I am a member of the Massassi warrior caste," growled the creature as he sent a wave of Force towards Malak and Revan. The two raised their own defenses, but were stunned when the Sith's Force Wave tore through their own defenses and sent the flying.

"You cannot beat me," said the Sith in a whisper as he allowed his full power to flow.

Revan and Malak stared at what they thought was a black hole in the Force. The Massassi had started to drain the Force energies out of the entire planet. Revan gasped as he felt all of his energy forcibly ripped from his body. The pain had caused him to fall to his knees. Turning, he saw that Malak had fainted from the shock.

"Do you see now? I am nothing more than a soldier. Your pathetic Republic can do nothing but feel the wrath of our revenge."

The Sith used the Force to hold Revan up to eye level as he then burned images of their conquest and the sheer number of troops into Revan's mind. Flashes of death, destruction, chaos, genocide, slavery, and the worst atrocities possible filled Revan's mind as he screamed. He saw entire worlds turned lifeless as the Sith sucked all of the Force energies from them. He saw worlds literally reduced to dust as the Sith used the Force to literally crush the planet. Finally, Revan saw thousands upon thousands of True Sith war ships heading towards Republic Space.

"Your Order uses blood to measure midi-chlorian counts," said the Sith as he used the force to pull a vial from Revan's robes, he used his sword to cut his arm and let a couple drops of his own blood fall into the vial. "Compare my count to yours and know true despair."

"Your precious Republic... is doomed," said the Massassi as he dropped Revan to the ground and walked away.

"And now… You see what is out there," whispered Revan to a silent and shocked Council.

"Revan," started Bastila gently. "What was the Massassi's midi-chlorian count?"

"Revan?" she asked again when he didn't answer, this time she was unable to keep her own fear out of her voice.

"Master Vandar has a midi-chlorian count of 17,670 if I remember correctly," said Revan as he looked at the Master who nodded.

"I have a midi-chlorian count of 16,870. The Massassi… had a midi-chlorian count of… 28,690." An almost tangible silence filled the room.

"I went to Korriban after that incident. I dug through all of the Sith archives there to find out how high the warrior caste was in comparison with the rest. There is another caste above the Massassi."

"The Kissai," said Dorak with a nod.

"I used the Massassi blood to run a test to project the midi-chlorian count of the Kissai. They have projected midi-chlorian range of 31,000 to 65,000."

"If what you say is true why haven't the True Sith attacked yet?" asked Vrook.

"My Sith Empire was keeping them at bay," said Revan with a sigh. "Let me start at the beginning. After We returned from that encounter, Malak and I desperately sought a way to combat the True Sith, we stumbled across a long forgotten empire called the Infinite Empire, led by a race known as the Rakata. We searched for the secret to their success, and found it was a Dark Side artifact called the Star Forge. We sought out the Star Forge by finding Star Maps on Dantooine, Tatooine, Manaan, Korriban, and Kashyyyk. When we found the Star Forge, we used it to mass produce ships and a droid army we sent to stem the tide of the True Sith."

"So… you never really fell?" asked Bastila.

"I can close. I came very, very close. But I never actually fell," said Revan. "Something I was researching required me to come very close to falling. I took a risk, hoping I would have been strong enough to pull away before the Dark Side consumed me. The Star Forge required the Dark Side to operate so Malak and I took turns using it, each of us falling a little bit more with each use. It seems that Malak couldn't resist the pull."

"And that is the reason you needed to speak with us?" asked Vandar.

"Yes. I also… need guidance from the Council. I find myself… lost. I have a goal, to stop the True Sith, but I have no way to reach it," admitted Revan.

"Very well, Knight Revan, the Council will need to deliberate on your current situation. We will inform you when we have reached a decision," said Vandar.

"As you wish Masters," said Revan with a bow as he and Bastila respectfully left the Council to their deliberations.

"So now you know the truth," said Revan quietly as he and Bastila walked through the Jedi enclave.

"I'm still trying to digest the fact that the Dark Lord of the Sith isn't really a Dark Lord, or a Sith," said Bastila.

"The Irony is too great," said Revan sarcastically. His smile faded as he adopted a more serious tone, "Bastila, I'd like to know what happened after I… left."

"I got assigned to Master Lamar," said bastila as her blue-grey eyes bore into his. Oh, she definitely wouldn't forgive him for that. "Apart from the stricter training regimen, nothing much changed. Just that news of your ever growing victories on the holo-net."

"Well, if I had known you would have had to suffer through six years of training with Master Lamar, I would have stayed," said Revan apologetically.

Revan quietly laughed as the two continued to walk around the Jedi enclave, Revan was content to relax, finally having a day where he didn't have to worry about half a dozen Dark Jedi trying t kill him for his position or, fighting massive space battles.

"Revan, there's something I need to tell you, the Council didn't mention," said Bastila after deciding that it was in his best interests to know the Force Bond between them had strengthened.

"What is it?"

"You know how Master and their Padawan sometimes develop a Force Bond?"

"Yeah, I know we had, have one," said Revan nonchalantly.

"Well… on The Onslaught, when that laser broke through your wall, your body was failing rapidly. I had to use the Force to keep you alive and stable. When it was over, I realized that the bond between us had been strengthened considerably," said Bastila.

Revan searched around inside his mind when Bastila mentioned the strengthened bond. Sure enough, he found a part of his mind that was his own, yet not his own at the same time. Through it, he realized that he could feel Bastila's emotions as if they were his own, it also came with the realization that she was the reason he felt so at peace in the enclave.

Miss Shan?" asked a little boy; no older than six, as he stopped in front of them.

"Yes?" asked Bastila kindly as she smiled at the boy.

"The Masters wish to see you and, your companion," said the boy.

"Thank you. We'll be right there," said Bastila as the boy nodded and ran off.

"They seem to get more energetic each time I come here," said Revan with a smile.

"Come on," said Bastila sas she rolled her eyes and forced Revan to turn and head back towards the Council chamber.

As Revan and Bastila entered the chamber, the Council stood , ready to pass judgement. Revan couldn't be a little uneasy. What if they decided to sever his connection to the Force? He shivered. Surely they wouldn't be that severe… would they?

"We are grateful for the information you have brought us, Revan. We understand that though your actions were questionable you have always done what you thought was best for the Republic," said Vandar.

"But you did go against the Council," continued Zhar.

"Therefore, we have decided to demote you to the rank of Padawan," finished Vrook.

Revan nodded. It was more than he had hoped for. He knew that he would have been stripped of his rank of Jedi Knight, and he thought that the Council would have imposed even more restrictions upon him, but it seemed that they were being lenient with him.

"While we understand the threat the True Sith represent, The Republic; however, will not, and cannot spare any resources to stop the True Sith until Malak, and his Sith are stopped," said Master Vandar.

"Therefore, you must stop Malak before we can begin to assess the threat of the True Sith," explained Master Vrook.

"I understand Masters," said Revan as he bowed again.

"Understand then, that because of your… past, we cannot allow you to do this alone. You are to be one of the Jedi guarding Bastila. To keep the fact that you are still alive hidden, you will be called Darius Wolkos," continued Zhar.

"As you command. I thought that the Republic wouldn't be able to deal with the True Sith until Malak was stopped, so I assigned my best men to stall the True Sith," said Revan. "You may be familiar with them."

"Who did you assign to this task?" asked Bastila curiously.

"The Council of Ten. The ten best blademasters of my former Sith Order, they were the ones that served as the Command crew of The Onslaught. They've taken a little over half of the Sith armada and most of the ships from the Star Forge to stem the tide of the True Sith," said Revan.

Bastila and the Council's eyes widend at this revelation. The Council of Ten was Revan's most feared unit. Everyone in the Republic had heard tales of their prowess. The video of the Council in action of Malachor V, slaughtering an entire battalion of Mandalorians by themselves was famous. If Revan had sent them to combat the True Sith, then the situation was dire indeed.

"You seem to have taken many precautions Revan. One must wonder what precaution you have taken in case we had decided to strip you of the Force," said Vrook narrowing his eyes.

"I did have a precaution for that, but it was an untried and risky one at best. I am glad I did not have to resort to it. But I must warn you The Council of Ten will not be able to hold off the True Sith indefinitely. Even as we speak the True Sith have already begun to scout the farthest reaches of the Outer Rim," said Revan seriously.

"Very well. You, Bastila and the other Jedi accompanying her are to report to the Endar Spire tomorrow. You will be participating in a counterattack to retake the planet of Taris. Bastila, please keep an eye on Revan and make sure he does not run wild in our absence. Revan, if we hear you have been going against the Council whenyou return, it had better be for a good reason," finished Master Vandar, dismissing the two.

"One last question Masters."

"Yes Revan?"

"Where is my armor?"

"It is being stored in the Archives. It will be returned to you when we deem you are ready." Revan groaned as Zhar and Dorak exchanged an amused glance.

"So. Taris huh?" asked Revan with a grin.

"Yes, Taris. We are supposed to be the advance party, scouting out the planet's defenses before regrouping with the rest of the fleet," said Bastila.

"Wait," said Revan as he suddenly stopped walking.

"What?" asked Bastila as she stopped and turned to look at Revan.

"You're going to be on the Endar Spire."

"Yes."

"And the Endar Spire is the scout ship."

"Yes. What is the purpose of these questions?" asked Bastila impatiently.

"Your Battle Meditation is the key to the Republic's war effort. You are their ace in the hole. Why would they risk your safety by sending you out; on a single ship, to scout out the Sith armada at Taris?"

Bastila frowned as she realized Revan's train of logic. Now that she thought about it, it did make no sense for the Republic to send her to the front lines without adequate protection. In all the previous battles she participated in, she had had at least half a dozen Republic cruisers between her and the front lines.

"I don't know," admitted Bastila. "But there must be a reason."

"I know the reason," said Revan grimly. "The Republic's being betrayed. Malak has someone high up in the Republic on his side. They got the Endar Spire to be the scout ship so Malak could ambush it and capture you. Malak's using my tactics. The bastard can't even think for himself."

When Bastila looked at him Revan added, "It's how we took back Onderon and Dxun from the Mandalorians."

"What should we do then? If we alert the fleet then the traitor will know that he or she's being watched," said Bastila trying to come up with a solution to their dilemma.

"Here's what we do. We go along with the mission as if nothing's wrong. However, we keep the Jedi and a few trusted soldiers on high alert. When the Sith attack we seal off the escape pods. My guess is that whoever is betraying us will try to make their way to the escape pods before the attack. We apprehend anyone trying to get to the escape pods, then you use your Battle Meditation and we get the heck out of there," said Revan.

"We suffer minimum damage, root out a traitor, and complete our mission," said Bastila in wonder as she realized the genius behind Revan's counter plan.

"Exactly. However just in case it doesn't go as planned, I would ask that we have a couple Jedi Starfighters standing by, cloaked, just in case we run into trouble. Then, we know that the traitor won't find out about our backup because the Jedi are a separate organization from the Republic," continued Revan, trying to make sure that nothing would go wrong.

"Should I inform the Council?" asked Bastila.

"It's your choice. You are my commanding officer. It's up to you," said Revan as they continued to walk.

"I'll go inform them then. What are you going to do?" asked Bastila, as they made another circuit around the enclave.

"I'm going to go back to the infirmary and grab my lightsabers. I'm going to find a couple of Knights to practice with. I don't want to get rusty. Care to join me?" said Revan with a grin.

"If you will meet me in the Training Room I will. I want to see how much I've improved after six years," said Bastila favoring Revan with a rare smile.

Revan reached the Training Room first. When he saw that it was empty, he sat down and started to meditate. He relaxed as he let all of the energy within him out. He unconsciously smiled as he felt himself bond with Force. It was one of the more unorthodox techniques that Master Kreia taught him. She had shown him that as a person immersed himself or herself deeper and deeper within the Force, they could feel its will. As he allowed himself to fall deeper and deeper within the Force he could feel it guiding him towards a confrontation with his former friend and apprentice, but beyond that, the Force would not show him anymore. Understanding that this was all the Force would reveal to himself at this time Revan slowly brought himself out of his trance. As he opened his eyes, he saw that a crowd of Jedi had gathered around him. Among the crowd, Revan recognized Bastila and one of the Jedi that had been sent to capture him. As he turned to look at the entrance of the Training Room, he saw Zhar smile at him before leaving.

"Are you finally ready Darius?" asked Bastila, using his other identity.

"Yes. Would anyone else care to join us…?" asked Revan looking around at the gathered Jedi.

"I will," said the Jedi that had been sent to capture him. Two more Jedi volunteered to stay as well, Revan recognized that one of them was a Knight from his robe, the other was a Cathar Padawan.

As Revan ignited both of his lightsabers, Bastila, the Knight, the Jedi sent to capture him, and the Cathar circled him. Revan noted that the Cathar was a Guardian from her blade color, Bastila was using a double bladed lightsaber, and the Knight was using a single bladed saber that was longer than most.

Revan assumed his most comfortable position. He held the red saber in his right hand in a reverse grip behind his back at a slight upwards diagonal. He held the yellow saber in his left hand in front of him at a slight upwards diagonal, opposite the direction of the one behind his back. He closed his eyes as he used the Force to sense which of the Jedi would attack first. As the Cathar pounced at him, he swung the red blade up to meet hers without opening his eyes. As the Cathar was deflected the knight started a complex series of attacks using Ataru. Revan spun the yellow saber in his left hand in horizontal cyclone catching the Knight's saber in the vortex and disarmed him. Revan heard the Knight's saber fall from his hands and he used the Force to push away Bastila, the Cathar, and the other Jedi as he used his foot to kick the pommel of the Knight's saber sending flying towards the other Jedi. As he hastily parried the blade, Revan took the opportunity to swing his right leg underneath the other Jedi sending him to the ground.

Revan turned just in time to block strikes from both Bastila and the Cathar. He grinned as he finally opened his eyes to stare directly into Bastila's grey-blue ones. Emerald met grey-blue as Revan launched a complicated series of attacks pushing both Bastila and the Cathar back. Using the Force to quickly turn a dial on his red saber back and forth, Revan was able to quickly push both Bastila and the Cathar into a completely defensive position by rapidly changing the length of the saber blade. Finally, he disarmed the Cathar as Bastila switched from Ataru to using Shiem in desperation. Revan calmly fended off Bastila's strikes as he patiently waited for a gap in Bastila's defenses to appear. When he finally saw an opening, Revan used the momentum of Bastila's strike against her and hit her double bladed saber hard enough that the spin tore it right out of her hands.

"Dead," said Revan with a cocky grin as he held his yellow saber to Bastila's neck.

"Where did you learn to fight like that Master? The only person I remember being able to use Jar'kai with such mastery was Revan, and I don't think even he could have fought with the amount of skill you displayed," inquired the Knight as he retrieved his own blade.

"I'm not a Master. I'm only a Padawan," said Revan with amusement as he looked at the disbelief etched onto the face of the Knight. Revan answered the Knight's unspoken question. "I was once a fellow Knight like yourself, but I disobeyed the Council and I followed Revan and Malak to war against the Mandalorians."

"Well, I hope the Council promotes you to Knight if not Master soon. We have great need of someone with your talents," said the Knight with a respectful bow as he left the room.

"Forgive me, It is not too often that one meets a Cathar Jedi," said Revan to the Cathar, keeping his tone respectful. "Did you perchance come from Taris?"

"I did," replied the Cathar with surprise. "How did you know?"

"I was with Revan the day he rescued a Cathar child that was strong in the Force," said Revan solemnly.

"Then I must thank you for my freedom. I owe you a debt that can never be repayed," said the Cathar with a deep bow.

"You owe me nothing. I would just like to know your name," said Revan kindly.

"It is Juhani."

"I hope we meet again Juhani. I am Darius. Darius Wolkos," replied Revan as Juhani left the room.

Revan looked around for the other Jedi but saw that he had mysteriously disappeared. When he turned around he saw Bastila retrieving her own double bladed lightsaber.

"You've improved," said Revan honestly as he moved towards his former Padawan.

Not as much as you have. I've never seen anyone fight like that. Not even the Masters. How did you improve so much in such a short time?" asked Bastila in amazement at Revan's skill.

"I fought with the True Sith a couple times after that first encounter. Every single one I encountered after the Massassi was a member of the Slave or Engineer castes. Even then they were all very powerful, each had the strength of a skilled Padawan or a new Knight. My only advantage was my lightsabers. I learned to adapt, to become quicker and more precise. I had to develop my own version of Jar'kai to fight them," said Revan.

"What of the other forms? Were they useless?" asked Bastila wondering if there was any hope for the rest of the Jedi if someone as talented as Revan had to resort to such measures.

"Oh yes, in fact Malak and the others employed Djem So, Ataru and Juyo to great effect against them. I'm just not sure how well those or even Jar'kai would do against a Massassi or a Kissai," said Revan wiping sweat off of his brow.

"We should rest, we'll have a long day tomorrow," said Bastila as she exited the Training Room.

Revan watched her go with a small smile on his face. It was heartening that even after everything he had done; Bastila still forgave him to some degree. He had hoped that her trust in him would return in time and he knew that he had made progress today. He just hoped that he would come to earn that forgiveness in time.