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Drew Karpyshyn
STAR WARS: THE OLD REPUBLIC: REVAN
Drew Karpyshyn
STAR WARS
THE OLD REPUBLIC: REVAN

Translating to Russian language: Archivist Guild Jedi Council (jcouncil.net)

Worked on the translation: Rami, Binary Sunset, Rebel Dream, Gilad, Raimus Icebridge, Raiden, Basilews, Darth Niemand

Artistic editing and proofreading: Basilews, Gilad, Hellika Ordo, zavron_lb, Darth Niemand

Responsible editor: Gilad

Cover design: Queller

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Hungry Ewok Publishing, JCouncil.net, 2012

The events of the book take place 3954-3950 years before Episode IV: A New Hope

CHARACTERS

Bastila Shen

Canderous Ordo, Mandalorian mercenary (human male)

Darth Nyriss, member of the Dark Council (female Sith)

Darth Xedrix, member of the Dark Council (male Sith)

Mitra Surik, Jedi Knight (female human)

Murtaugh, head of security (male)

Revan, Jedi Master (male human)

Scourge, Sith Lord (male Sith)

Sechel, advisor (male Sith)

T3-M4, astromech droid

PROLOGUE

Darkness reigns here forever. There is no sun, no dawn, only the darkness of an endless night. Light is provided only by ragged flashes of lightning, fiercely cutting a path through the storm clouds. And immediately after them, thunder splits the sky, and streams of cruel, cold rain fall to the ground.

A storm is approaching from which there is no escape.

Revan's eyes widened. The primal fury of the nightmare tormented him with insomnia for the third night in a row.

He lay motionless and quiet, turning inward to calm the pounding of his heart, and mentally repeating the first line of the Jedi mantra:

“There are no emotions, there is peace.”

Calm spread inside, washing away the irrational horror of sleep. However, he knew this dream too well to consider it unimportant. The storm that haunted the Jedi every time he closed his eyes was not just a nightmare. It arose from the most distant recesses of memory and had some hidden meaning. But no matter how hard Revan tried, he could not understand what exactly his subconscious was trying to tell him.

This is a warning? A long forgotten memory? Vision of the future? Maybe all at once?

Carefully, trying not to wake his wife, he got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to splash cold water on his face. Catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror, he stopped and began to examine the reflection.

Even now, two years after Revan discovered who he really was, he found it difficult to match the face in the mirror with the man he had been before the Jedi Council brought him back to the light.

Revan: Jedi, hero, traitor, conqueror, villain, savior. All this - and even more. He was a living legend, a mythical figure, a figure who transcended history. However, now an ordinary person who had not slept for three nights was looking at him from the mirror.

Fatigue was taking its toll. His angular features became sharper and longer. The pallor of the skin emphasized the circles under the eyes, which looked at him from deep sockets.

He rested both hands on the edges of the sink, dropped his head and took a deep, drawn-out breath. His shoulder-length black hair fell over his face in a dark curtain. After a few seconds, he straightened up and pushed his hair back with the fingers of both hands.

Moving silently, Revan left the bathroom, crossed the small living room of his apartment and found himself on the balcony. There he stood, contemplating the endless cityscape of Coruscant.

The traffic flow in the galactic capital did not stop for a minute. He heard a constant hum and saw blurs of ships rushing past. Revan leaned out over the railing as far as he could reach, but his eyes could not pierce the darkness and see the surface of the planet, from which he was separated by hundreds of floors.

- Do not jump. I don’t want to clean up the street later.

She stood on the threshold of the balcony, wrapped in a sheet to protect herself from the night cold. Her long brown hair, usually tied up in a lush topknot with a short ponytail that fell from the back of her head, was loose and disheveled from her sleep. The city lights only illuminated part of Bastila's face, but he could still see her lips pursed into a nervous smile. Despite the joking words, there was concern in her face.

- Sorry. “He stepped away from the railing and turned to her. “I didn’t mean to wake you.” I was just trying to push my thoughts away.

– What if we turn to the Jedi Council? – suggested Bastila. - Perhaps they will help.

“Do you want me to go to the Council for help?” - he repeated. “You obviously had too much Corellian wine at dinner.”

“They owe you,” Bastila insisted. “If it weren’t for you, Darth Malak would have destroyed the Republic and the Council, and wiped the Jedi from the face of the Galaxy. They owe you everything.

Revan didn't answer. His wife was right: he stopped Darth Malak and destroyed the Star Forge. But if only it were that simple. Malak was his student. Against the will of the Council, the two of them led an army of Jedi and Republican soldiers against the Mandalorian invaders who were attacking the Outer Rim colonies... Only they returned not as heroes, but as conquerors.

Revan and Malak both wanted to destroy the Republic. But Malak betrayed his master, and the Jedi Council captured Revan, barely alive: his body was wounded and his mind was split. The Jedi saved his life, but at the same time erased all his memories and turned him into a weapon aimed at Darth Malak and his followers.

“The Council doesn’t owe me anything,” Revan whispered. “All the good that I have done cannot balance out the previous evil.”

Bastila gently but firmly put her hand to his lips:

- Do not say that. They can't blame you for what happened. Just not now. You are not who you were before. The Revan I know is a hero. Warrior of Light. Malak turned me to the dark side, and you helped me return.

Revan wrapped his fingers around her graceful hand covering his mouth and gently pulled her aside.

“Just like you and the Council brought me back.”

Bastila turned away, and Revan immediately regretted his words. He knew she was ashamed of her part in his capture and memory loss.

- We did it wrong. At the time it seemed to me that we had no other choice, but if I had to go through all this again...

“No,” Revan interrupted her. - There is no need to change anything. If none of this had happened, I would never have found you.

She turned to him, and Revan saw the old pain and bitterness in her eyes.

“What the Council did to you was wrong,” she repeated. “They took your memories!” They stole your identity.

“My personality has returned,” Revan assured his wife, pulling her towards him and hugging her. -You don't need to be angry.

Bastila did not resist the hug, even though her body was stubborn at first. Then he felt the tension ease, and she lowered her head onto his shoulder.

“There are no emotions, there is peace,” she whispered, repeating the same words in which Revan sought solace a few minutes ago.

They stood in silence, hugging each other, until Revan felt his wife trembling.

“It’s cold here,” he said. - Let's go inside.

Twenty minutes later, Bastila was asleep, while Revan lay on the bed with his eyes open, looking at the ceiling.

He thought about what his lover had said—that the Council had stolen his identity. As the mind healed, many memories returned, as did a sense of self. But Revan knew that some fragments of memory were gone, probably forever.

As a Jedi, he knew how important it was to let go of anger and bitterness, but still the thoughts of what he had lost did not want to leave his head.

Something happened to him and Malak outside the Outer Rim. They set out to defeat the Mandalorians, and returned as followers of the teachings of the dark side. According to the official version, they were enslaved by the ancient power of the Star Forge, but Revan suspected that this was far from the case. And he knew that the solution was somehow connected with his nightmares.

A terrifying world of thunder and lightning, buried in eternal night.

He and Malak found something. He couldn't remember what or where, but he was afraid of it on the deepest, most primal level. Somehow, he knew that this threat was far worse than the Mandalorians or the Star Forge. And Revan was convinced that she was still out there somewhere.

A storm is coming from which there is no escape.

PART ONE

Chapter 1

As he disembarked from the shuttle, Lord Scourge pulled up his hood to protect himself from the wind and pouring rain. Storms were common on Dromund Kaas. Black clouds constantly covered the sun, blurring the line between day and night. Natural light was provided only by frequent flashes of lightning that arced across the sky, but the lights of the spaceport and the nearby city of Kaas were enough to make out the road.

The violent electrical storms were a manifestation of the power of the dark side that consumed the planet entirely - the power that brought the Sith here a millennium ago when their very existence was threatened.

After a crushing defeat in the Great Hyperspace War, the Emperor - one of the few surviving Sith Lords - led his followers in desperation to the farthest reaches of the Galaxy. Fleeing Republic soldiers and the ruthless retribution of the Jedi, they settled far beyond the borders of the Republic, inhabiting the long-lost world of their ancestors.

There, safely hidden from their enemies, the Sith began to revive the Empire. Under the wise leadership of the Emperor - an immortal and omnipotent savior who had ruled over them for a thousand years - they left behind the legacy of their barbarian ancestors, who had an unhealthy craving for excess.

They created a near-perfect society in which imperial troops controlled almost every aspect of daily life. Farmers, engineers, teachers, cooks, cleaners - all were part of a gigantic military machine, where each “cog” performed its duties with the utmost discipline and efficiency. The Sith began to conquer and enslave worlds in unexplored regions of the galaxy, and soon their power and influence reached the level of their illustrious past.

Another flash of lightning split the sky, momentarily illuminating the gigantic citadel that loomed over Kaas. Built by slaves and loyal subjects, the citadel was both a palace and an impregnable stronghold. It was here that the Dark Council met - twelve Sith Lords personally selected by the Emperor.

A decade ago, when Scourge first arrived on Dromund Kaas as a young apprentice, he swore that one day he would enter these halls of the citadel, closed to mere mortals. But during his years of training at the Sith Academy on the outskirts of Kaas, he was never awarded this honor. He was one of the best students - his mentors noted his excellent mastery of the Force and fanatical dedication to his work. But novices were not allowed inside the citadel. Its secrets were known only to those who directly served the Emperor and the Dark Council.

The power of the dark side that the building emitted was enormous. During his years as an acolyte, Scourge felt his raw, crackling energy every day. He drowned in it, concentrating his mind and spirit so that it flowed through his body and supported him during the most severe training.

And today, after almost two years living away from the capital, he returned to Dromund Kaas. Standing on the landing pad, he again felt the dark side of the Force deep inside him, its scorching heat, which more than covered the slight discomfort from the rain and wind. But now he was no longer a simple student. Scourge returned to the heart of Imperial power as a Sith Lord in his own right.

He knew that one day this day would come. After graduating from the Sith Academy, he hoped to remain on Dromund Kaas. But he was sent to the borders of the Empire to quell several minor uprisings on newly conquered planets. Scourge suspected that this was some kind of punishment. One of the mentors was probably jealous of the gifted student's talent and recommended sending him to service as far from the center as possible in order to slow down his career growth.

Unfortunately, Scourge had no evidence for this theory. But even exiled to barbarian worlds on the very outskirts of the Empire, he managed to make a name for himself. Thanks to his martial prowess and the ruthlessness with which he pursued the rebels, Scourge attracted the attention of several influential military commanders. And today, two years after graduating from the Academy, he returned to Dromund Kaas as a newly initiated Sith Lord. Moreover, he is here at the personal request of Darth Nyriss, one of the most senior people in the Imperial Dark Council.

“Lord Scourge,” the man hurrying towards him called, trying to shout over the wind. - My name is Sechel. Welcome to Dromund Kaas!

– Welcome back,” Scourge corrected him. The greeter knelt and lowered his head as a sign of respect. – This is not my first time here.

Sechel's hood was down, shielding him from the rain and hiding his facial features, but up close Scourge could see the red skin and shoots hanging from his cheeks that marked him as a purebred Sith, just like himself. But Scourge had an impressive appearance, was tall and broad-shouldered, while this individual was small and unprepossessing. Scourge sensed only a hint of the presence of the Force in him and grinned with hostility.

Unlike the humans who made up the majority of the Empire's population, all pureblood Sith were endowed with the power of the Force to varying degrees. This elevated them above the lower castes of Sith society and turned them into the elite. And they jealously guarded their heritage.

A pure-blooded Sith, deprived of a connection with the Force, was a degenerate. According to custom, he should have been deprived of his life, sparing him from suffering. While studying at the Academy, Scourge met several Sith who had almost no use of the Force. Disabled from birth, thanks to the extensive connections of their high-ranking families, they received positions as assistants or minor employees at the Academy so that their defect would be less conspicuous. Saved from the fate of the lower castes by their pureblood heritage, they were, in Scourge's opinion, little better than slaves - although he reluctantly admitted that the most capable of them were of some use.

But never in his life had he met a relative so deprived of the Force as the creature that cowered at his feet. The thought that Darth Nyriss had sent such a worthless and pathetic servant to him was alarming. He expected a meeting more befitting his position.

“Get up,” he muttered, not trying to hide his disgust.

Sechel quickly rose to his feet.

“Darth Nyriss apologizes for not being able to meet you in person,” he said hastily. “There have been several attempts on her life, and she leaves the palace only in exceptional cases.”

“Her situation is well known to me,” Scourge replied.

“Y-yes, sir,” Sechel stammered. - Of course. That's why you're here. Forgive my stupidity.

The storm only intensified - the clap of thunder almost drowned out Sechel's apologies. The furious rain stung like a swarm of insects.

“Did your mistress order me to be drowned in the rain?” – asked Scourge.

- S-sorry, my lord. Please follow me. The speeder will take you to the residence.

The path to the landing site was not long. An endless stream of hovertaxies took off and landed, the most popular mode of transport among the lower classes who could not afford a personal speeder. As was often the case at busy spaceports, the landing area was crowded. Those who had just arrived immediately lined up to hire a driver. In the queues, everyone behaved in a disciplined manner - such behavior determined all aspects of life in the Empire.

Of course, Lord Scourge didn't have to stand in line. Some people cast sidelong glances at Sechel, who was struggling to make his way through the flow of passengers, but the crowd immediately parted for the tall gentleman following him. Even with the hood covering his face, Scourge's black cloak, spiked armor, red skin, and lightsaber hanging from his belt marked him out as a Sith Lord.

The crowd reacted differently to his appearance. Mostly there were slaves or servants carrying out instructions for their masters - they prudently lowered their eyes, avoiding meeting his gaze. The recruits, a category of citizens undergoing compulsory military service, immediately stood at attention, as if Scourge was about to inspect them.

The “Conquered” - a caste of visiting traders, officials and guests from planets that had not yet received official status in the Empire - stared at him with a mixture of surprise and fear, hastily moving away. Many of them bowed as a sign of respect. On their home worlds they may well have been rich and powerful, but here on Dromund Kaas they were well aware that their position was little more than slaves and servants.

The only exception was a human couple: a man and a woman. Scourge noticed them at the stairs leading to the landing pad, and they clearly had no intention of giving way.

They wore expensive clothes - red trousers and shirts with white trim - and both had light armor clearly visible under their clothes. A large caliber assault rifle hung from the man's shoulder, and blaster holsters were strapped to the woman's hips. However, the couple had nothing to do with the army - their clothes did not have the official emblem of the Empire or military insignia.

Mercenaries from among the “conquered” often visited Dromund Kaas. Some of them were pursuing profit, providing services to those who offered the highest price. Others were happy to serve the Empire, hoping to one day receive the rare privilege of full Imperial citizenship. But mercenaries usually acted respectfully and subserviently when faced with someone of Scourge's stature.

By law, Scourge could send them to prison or execute them for the slightest disrespect. Apparently, they were blissfully unaware of the dangers of their defiant behavior.

When the crowd finally parted, the mercenaries remained standing in place, defiantly looking at the approaching Scourge. The Sith Lord was infuriated by this prolonged disobedience. Apparently Sechel felt it too, because he immediately rushed towards the couple.

Sith did not slow down, but did not try to catch up with the servant who had run ahead. At this distance he could not hear the words, muffled by the rain and wind, but Sechel spoke, gesticulating furiously, while the people looked at him with cold contempt. Eventually the woman nodded and the couple slowly moved out of the way. Satisfied with himself, Sechel turned to wait for Scourge.

“A thousand apologies, my lord,” he said as they climbed the steps. – Some of the “conquered” are new to our customs.

“It wouldn’t hurt to put them in their place,” Scourge growled dully.

“As you wish, lord,” answered the guide. “But I must remind you that Darth Nyriss awaits.”

Scourge decided not to pursue the topic. They climbed into the waiting speeder, Sechel in the pilot's seat and Scourge sitting in a comfortable seat, glad that the vehicle had a roof - most hovertaxies did not have such a luxury. The engines started working; the car rose ten meters, picked up speed and left the spaceport behind.

Keeping silence, they approached the colossal citadel in the heart of Kaas. But Scourge knew they had a different destination today. As a member of the Dark Council, Darth Nyriss had access to the Emperor's citadel. But in light of two recent assassination attempts, Scourge was sure that she would lock herself within the walls of her own fortress on the outskirts of Kaas, surrounding herself with the most devoted servants and guards.

This didn't seem like cowardice to Scourge; Nyriss was just being practical. Like any high-ranking Sith, she managed to make many enemies. Until she finds out who is behind the assassination attempts, appearing in public unnecessarily will be an unjustified risk for her.

But she had to think beyond practicality. You need to back up your power with force. If Nyriss shows herself weak or inept by not taking decisive action against those who want her dead, others will sense it. Her rivals in the Dark Council and beyond use her vulnerability to rise above her. Darth Nyriss may lose his life, becoming far from the first victim among the Emperor’s circle.

That's why Scourge is here. Hunt down the conspirators behind the assassination attempts and punish them.

But if his task was so important, he couldn't understand why Nyriss hadn't sent an honor guard to escort him around the city. Everyone should have known about his arrival. He is living proof that Nyriss is taking steps to solve his problem. And a warning to her other enemies, whom the latest assassination attempts could inspire to their own exploits. There was no point in keeping his arrival a secret - at least Scourge didn't see him.

They passed the Emperor's citadel and headed for the western outskirts of the city. A few minutes later, the Sith felt that the speeder was descending - Sechel was landing.

“We are there, lord,” the servant said when the transport touched the ground.

They found themselves in a large courtyard. It was protected from the north and south by high stone walls; the eastern side faced the street, and to the west stood a building that was apparently the fortress of Darth Nyriss. It was in many ways reminiscent of the Emperor's citadel, only smaller in size. The architectural similarity was not just a tribute to the Emperor. Like the citadel, the building served as a home for Nyriss and a stronghold where she could take refuge in times of danger. It was graceful, but at the same time imposing and could withstand any attack.

There were six statues in the courtyard, each several meters at the base and twice as tall as Scourge. The two largest depicted humanoids in Sith robes - a man and a woman. Their arms were slightly raised and palms facing up. The man's face was hidden by a hood - this is how the Emperor was usually depicted. The woman's hood was pulled back, revealing her fierce features. If the sculptor worked conscientiously, then Scourge could get his first idea of what Darth Nyriss looks like.

The remaining statues were abstract, although each bore the ancestral emblem of Nyriss - a four-pointed star within a wide circle. The ground was strewn with white gravel. A rare species of lichen that thrived on the gloomy Dromund Kaas covered the courtyard in decorative patterns that emitted a lavender glow. A smooth path of cut stone ran from the fortress's massive double doors through the center of the courtyard to the small landing pad where their speeder had landed.

Sechel climbed out of the car and ran around it to open the passenger door. Scourge stepped out into the rain, which, if it had eased during the journey, had not been much.

“This way, sir,” Sechel called, trotting along the path.

Scourge followed, fully confident that the doors would open wide for him. To his surprise, they remained closed - but Sechel was not too puzzled by this. He walked over to the small holoscreen at the entrance and pressed the call button.

The flickering image of a man in his forties in the uniform of an Imperial Security Service officer materialized on the screen. Scourge assumed that this was the head of Nyriss's personal guard.

“Our guest has arrived, Murthog,” Sechel informed him, nodding towards Scourge.

-Have you established his identity? – Murtaugh asked.

-What are you talking about? - the servant stammered.

“How do we know this is the real Scourge?” Maybe this is another killer?

The question seemed to take Sechel by surprise.

- I don’t... It seems to me that he... that is...

“I won’t let him in until I get confirmation,” Murtaugh said.

Sechel looked over his shoulder at Master Scourge: the servant's gaze was a mixture of servility and fear. Then he leaned over to the holocom and, lowering his voice, said:

- This is completely inappropriate. You are exceeding your authority!

“I’m the head of security,” Murtaugh reminded him. – This is entirely within my authority. I need five minutes to check everything.

Stepping forward, the Sith grabbed Sechel by the shoulder and threw him aside.

– Do you dare insult me? Should I wait in the rain like some beggar? – he barked at the screen. - I'm a guest! Darth Nyriss invited me herself!

Murtaugh laughed:

- That's another way to say it.

The holoscreen turned off and Scourge turned to the servant who was pressed against the wall.

“Sorry, my lord,” he mumbled. “Murtagh became somewhat paranoid after...

Scourge cut him off.

– What did he mean by “how to say”? Did Darth Nyriss invite me or not?

– I invited you, of course. Something like that.

Scourge reached out to Sechel and called upon the Force. The servant grabbed his throat, gasping for air. Grabbed by an invisible hand, his body rose above the ground.

“You’ll tell me what’s going on here,” Scourge said in an emotionless voice. - Tell everything or die. Do you understand?

Sechel tried to speak, but only coughed, and instead nodded his head furiously. Satisfied, Scourge released his grip. Sechel fell like a sack from a meter height to the ground and, groaning in pain, barely rose to his knees.

“It wasn’t Darth Nyriss who wanted to hire you,” he explained, his voice hoarse from suffocation. “After the second assassination attempt, the Emperor believed that her subordinates might be involved. He recommended that she bring in someone from the outside.

Suddenly everything came together into one picture. The Emperor's wishes are law, and any of his “recommendations” could not be interpreted as anything other than an order. Darth Nyriss invited Scourge because she had no other choice. He considered himself an honored guest, but in fact he was brought under the monastery. His presence was an insult to Nyriss's loyal servants, and a reminder to her that the Emperor doubted her ability to handle this matter on her own. Hence the cool reception and hostile attitude of the head of the security service.

Scourge realized he was in an unenviable position. While conducting an investigation, he will continually run into resistance and mistrust. Any mistakes, even those not related to him, will be blamed on him. One wrong step could be the end of his career, and possibly his life.

Scourge was still processing this thought when he heard the sound of an approaching speeder through the roar of the storm. The sound was the most ordinary, but all of Sith’s senses were instantly heightened. My heart beat faster, my breathing quickened. From the rush of adrenaline, the processes on the cheeks twitched and the muscles tensed.

Keeping his eyes on the sky, Scourge drew his lightsaber. At his feet, Sechel screamed and covered his face, mistakenly believing that the blow was intended for him. The Sith Lord paid him no attention.

In the darkness of the storm, he saw the silhouette of a speeder rushing straight towards them. Reaching out to the Force, Scourge probed the vehicle and its passengers. A flash of rage pierced his senses, and his worst suspicions were confirmed: those inside intended to kill him.

All this - from the moment Scourge discovered the speeder to the realization of the threat - took no more than two seconds. During this time, the car covered the distance separating them and ended up in front of him.

Sith jumped to avoid a barrage of blaster fire, rolled, and jumped back to his feet to dodge a second series of shots. Calling on the Force, he rushed across the courtyard at lightning speed. Shots churned the ground right behind his heels. Taking cover behind the Emperor's statue, Scourge was finally able to weigh in on the situation.

The speeder undoubtedly had a homing blaster cannon; there was no other way the shots could have followed it all the way to cover. And even a Sith Lord cannot evade forever - he needs to disable the transport.

The car moved away, entering the second circle. Before she could turn around, Scourge stepped away from the statue and launched his lightsaber across the courtyard. Having cut through the darkness of the night, the scarlet blade rushed in a wide arc after the speeder. It grabbed the back of the car, raising a fountain of flames and sparks, and returned to the owner’s outstretched hand.

The speeder managed to turn around, but the dull hum of its engines had already turned into an annoying howl. Black smoke poured out of the engine, barely visible against the background of dark clouds. The car tilted and began to wobble, quickly losing altitude. The gunner on board opened fire again.

As the rain of gunfire engulfed him, Scourge ducked back behind the Emperor's statue and pressed his back tightly against it. A moment later, a speeder flew overhead at an acute angle, decapitating the monument.

A heavy stone head fell on Scourge, forcing him out of hiding. At the same moment, the speeder crashed into the ground: the emergency repulsor field softened the impact, preventing the car from falling apart, but the damage was too severe to lift it into the air again.

Holding his sword high above his head in both hands, Scourge rushed towards the downed speeder. Both passengers tried to get out, battered but unharmed. Scourge was hardly surprised to recognize the two red-clad mercenaries he had met on the landing pad near the spaceport.

The man was on the opposite side of the speeder, trying to free his blaster rifle from the wreckage. The woman was closer to Scourge, and both of her blasters were already at the ready. They were separated by less than five meters when the mercenary opened fire.

He didn't stop the shots. Instead, the Sith lunged upward, using his body's momentum to leap over the woman and the damaged vehicle. The unexpected maneuver took her by surprise, and several hasty shots missed their target.

After making a half-turn in the air, the Sith landed behind the speeder right next to the man, who barely had time to level his rifle. Without allowing the mercenary to shoot, Scourge cut his torso diagonally with his sword.

The man's body collapsed to the ground, and the Sith turned his attention to the woman. She managed to turn around, and a new stream of laser beams cut through the air, forcing Scourge to take cover behind the speeder.

This time several of her shots hit the target. B O Most of the energy was absorbed by the armor, but Scourge felt a searing pain in his shoulder where the charge penetrated a joint in the armor and seared his body.

He turned the pain into anger, which gave him the strength to launch a furious counterattack. The Sith instinctively drew on the mercenary's fear, fueling his rage and accumulating power.

Having collected enough, he released a wave of concentrated energy, and it hit the woman right in the chest. The blow lifted her off the ground and threw her back, but her flight was abruptly ended when the mercenary ran into the base of one of the statues. The impact caused the blasters to fall out of her hands, and in an instant the woman was left unarmed.

Scourge jumped over the speeder, trying to get to the fallen mercenary before she could get up. However, she quickly jumped to her feet and pulled out a short electric rod. Its tip crackled with a charge that could knock out someone with just a light touch.

Revan and Bastila stop on Coruscant. Revan's philosophy regarding the Jedi way of life does not benefit him when he is among the council. Having refused, together with Bastila, the council’s proposal to begin his retraining (training), the savior of the Republic is persuaded to at least stop spreading his heresy among other Jedi. And yet, Bastila becomes Revan’s wife, contrary to the covenants of the guardians of the Republic.
But the rumor about the “Redeemer” Revan was too valuable for the order. Therefore, Revan receives unofficial permission to remain on the council for certain concessions on his part. And yet, relations with the heads of the order remained tense.

Visions bother Revan. The views of the planet of endless rains appear before his eyes. All this time, the hero of the galaxy was never able to fully restore his lost memory, but the desire to uncover the secrets of the past eventually prevailed. In one of the cantinas, he meets Canderous Ordo, hiding among the common people. An old comrade agrees to help Revan and get him the necessary information about the reasons for Mandalore the Most High's attack on the Republic. A wandering Mandalorian, who has not seen his brothers for about five years, begins his investigation.

Meanwhile, Revan is looking for information about Meetra Surik (note: Exile from the sequel Star Wars: Knights Of The Old Republic - the Sith Lords). She was one of Revan's most loyal generals during the war with Mandalore. He only knew that she had been expelled from the Council, and as for her future fate and whereabouts - darkness.

"In the Temple archives, Revan gained access to Surik's file and realized that this was not enough to find her. He heard a voice behind him, turning around, Revan saw Atris, a Jedi historian and Surik's former friend. During the conversation, she said that Surik cut herself off from the Force, feeling guilty for his actions during the Mandalorian Wars. Then Revan realized why he did not feel Surik's presence: she was beyond the reach of the Force.

Although Revan felt responsible for Surik's fate, he did not show his emotions in front of Atris. But as soon as she left, they covered him completely. Most of Revan's memories of Surik were gone, leaving only scattered fragments. However, she was once one of his closest friends, and despite his inability to fully remember her, Revan still felt a strong emotional connection to her."

Some time later, Revan meets Canderous again in the same cantina. Ordo talks about a cluster of Mandalorian clans on one of the planets. Rumor has it that Mandalore's mask was hidden there. The vision that came to the Jedi shows him accompanied by Malak on a snowy planet, where the two stand on top of a mountain. Doors forgotten for years were hidden there, among the hills.

It was the planet Rekkiad. Revan, Canderous, T3-M4 go in search of the mask.

As it turned out, Canderous was married to Vila Ordo - she was the head of their clan, which he left.

Revan finally met the Sith Emperor. And their battle began. The Jedi was close to hitting his captor, but at the last moment he threw his opponent away, clearly surpassing even such a Force master as Revan. The Emperor again tried to take control of Revan's mind, subordinating him to his will, but failed. A blinding flash threw the Sith Lord back while Revan remained on his feet. It was then that the Sith unleashed the full power of his rage on the hero - purple lightning rushed towards the Jedi, and no matter how he tried to resist them - he felt his mask melting and sticking to his face.
Focused on Revan, the Emperor did not expect an attack from outside. T3-M4 shot at him with a flamethrower. The Emperor wrapped himself in a shield of power, protecting himself. But the small droid's maneuver distracted him, which was beneficial to its owner, even though he was seriously wounded.

"He only managed to raise his head to see the Emperor unleash the power of the dark side on T3, shattering it into small pieces, many of which flew towards Revan."

Lord Scourge and the Exile were already rushing into the hall to help Revan. But if the first hesitated, disarmed by another vision that they would lose this battle, then the second threw her lightsaber, knocking the Emperor’s weapon out of his hands, preventing him from finishing off the Jedi.
Scourge realized that the Exile could have killed the Emperor if she had not tried to save Revan. Mitra Surik desperately defended her defeated friend from the Emperor, the forces were unequal. Recovered, the three of them confronted the Emperor, but Revan's Sith companion was still unsure of his actions, provoked by the enraged Emperor's cries that he would suffer the same fate as the two Jedi. The fate of the galaxy depended on Scourge's decision. In his visions, he saw that the one who would kill the Emperor was not Revan or the Exile. An unknown Jedi he didn't know about yet.
In his confusion, he treacherously struck Mythra with his lightsaber. The Emperor released the full power of his own Force lightning at Revan. Unprepared for such an outcome, the Jedi finds himself defeated.

Scourge began to lie to his Emperor that he had been on his side all along, preventing the plot. He was even ready to demonstrate his “loyalty” by striking Revan, seeing no further value in it. But the wave of his hand with the sword was stopped by his master. He believed him.

The Emperor imprisons Revan again, this time wanting to use him for his own purposes. Scourge was rewarded and took a special place next to the Sith Emperor.

The hero of the galaxy was placed in stasis, created using Sith alchemy, for more than 300 years he did not feel the passage of time, the Emperor himself fed on his powers, while the ghost of the power of the Exile did his best to help Revan survive. Over the years, Revan himself learned to use such a connection with the Emperor to his advantage - whispering to him in the Force about fears and doubts about an open attack on the Republic, holding back the intervention as much as he could.

Further fate

And yet, the attack could not be avoided. A war broke out between the Empire and the Republic, and the Sith invaded its space.
It was then that the heroes of modern times united into a strike team to rescue Revan from captivity. And they succeeded.

“After his release, Revan was afraid, believing that now nothing would stop the Emperor from carrying out his plans. However, Mythra appeared to him and said that the truce had been broken, after which Revan decided to go with the forces of the Republic. Arriving on Tython, he told the Jedi Council everything that knew about the Emperor and the Empire, Revan then went to a place known as "The Factory" and began building battle droids, led by HK-47, to destroy the Emperor and the Sith once and for all.

However, Darth Malgus knew that Revan was a threat and assembled a small strike team to eliminate him. This team arrived at the “Factory” and, having destroyed its defenses (including NK-47), reached Revan. He tried to convince the members of the strike team to fight against the Emperor, but they did not listen and engaged him in battle. Revan's power was great, but his opponents were stronger. Revan remembered Malak's last words, saying that he now understood how he felt at the Star Forge. He then disappeared in a flash of light and was supposed to have merged with the Force."

“And in the end, if the darkness takes me, then I am nothing. Now I know how you felt, old friend."
- Revan speaking Darth Malak's last words.

In Coronet, the capital of Corellia, a holographic statue of Revan was erected in the Axial Park Leisure Gardens along with the other members of the Ebon Hawk's crew to commemorate their accomplishments.

Afterword

Revan's legacy had a great impact on both the Republic and the Sith themselves, such was his personality - having been on the side of the Savior and the Traitor, in the end, trying his best to atone for his own mistakes to the galaxy. In many ways, he succeeded.

Many argue that he turned out to be the “ancestor” of Kylo Ren, from whom the character in episode 7 was based. I'm inclined to agree.

I hope you enjoyed this guide. For detailed information, you can refer to the main article on Revan on Wookieepedia, from which excerpts have been taken for the detailed description.

P.S Also, who plays SW-ToR! You are welcome to be a friend! server - Progenitor.

Today is Defender of the Fatherland Day and I will take my cotton patriotic photo album from the dusty shelf.
This is what I looked like in the fall of 1988, before being drafted into the orderly ranks of the Soviet Army

We, conscripts, were invited to the military registration and enlistment office and were given instructions on how to appear at the conscription point. In particular, you need to have a short, but not bald, haircut. Those who came as bald as a billiard ball were threatened with a submarine fleet and three years of service. As a result, inspired by the instructions we received, we friends got together and cut each other’s hair, saving on the cost of a hairdresser. And the funds thus freed were spent on beer.

This is what happened in the end. By the way, behind my back you can see the light switch I designed. It has a designer green backlight, using a seamless indicator from the factory, and double switching on of one lamp - at full intensity and at half power, using a D226 diode and a smoothing capacitor.

And this is already in the army, I served for more than a year. I'm in the middle, to the left and right are my army colleagues. One is from Siberia, the other is from Western Ukraine.

As you can see, I was no stranger to culture - while on leave, I once even went to the Oktyabrsky KZ. I just don’t remember at all what for. The photo was taken on color slide film, which was a fucking luxury at that time.

The tendency to stay away from the authorities and closer to the place of cooking, or better yet, to lead this process, appeared in me back in those years. In this case, we secretly cook the chicken stolen from the neighboring part on a blowtorch with a special nozzle. A Ukrainian stole it; no one could have done it better than him - he had extensive practice in the village of turning off the heads of chickens. The recipe and cooking were already behind me. As I remember now, it was something like chakhokhbili.

During my years of service, I also visited Boryspil and Fergana, but I don’t have scanned photos on my computer.

To all men and women who wore and are wearing shoulder straps for the glory of our Motherland - happy Defender of the Fatherland Day, hurray!

#it_was_so_long_ago_that it's_no_sin to_remember #congratulations_fanfix

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