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Author Topic: Only Light Can Cast Shadow (A KotOR AU FanFiction) (Part I)  (Read 7125 times)
Lady Revan
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« Reply #15 on: September 24, 2018, 09:14:33 PM »

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Welcome Lady Revan and thanks for posting!

No worries about canon issues on this little fan fic page (we abuse it all the time!) all you’ll get is lots of supportive comments!.

Anyway read through the first three chapters and prologue and its great stuff!

I especially like how you've dealt with the engaging back story as Kreia noted in KOTOR II Revan might’ve been drawn ‘by the call of home’ which you’ve done really well in C3.

Also love what you’ve done with the characters, Opela’s subtle leadership, Alex slightly on the outer worried about making mistakes in training, Halin determined leading Alex round a bit and interest in old style Jedi watchmen challenging the council with their own logic was a really clever scene in particular.

Master Sana in particular I think you’ve written well, just off to the side chiming in with slightly ambivalent comments that seem Jedi like yet have an edge to them – in all cases I think you’ve done a great job of showing the antecedents of the characteristics that define these characters in the KOTOR games without overplaying them.

Look forward to reading the rest soon!

PS if you’re interested in checking out some of our stories here I would suggest starting with the Gray and Unchained: The Cost of Freedom (http://www.saberforum.com/index.php?topic=37226.0) A really great easy to get into story about 2 young Gray Jedi knights in an an anti-slave rebellion in Hutt space by my talented


Phew  Cheesy That's good to know. I've been some places where people get really butt hurt at the mention of Fem!Revan.

Thank you so much for your comments. I wanted to try to imagine what the characters were like before the war and what drove them to their individual changes. I look forward r=to hearing your comments when you're able to read more of the story. Right now I'm finishing up writing chapter 12. So far it's taken me longer to write than any of the other chapters (coming up on two weeks now  Lips sealed ).

I'll definitely take a look at the story you've recommended, thanks! Smiley

Also question: Do you happen to know limits of content in terms of what's allowed on the forums (I didn't see any Forum RP rating guide)? I rate it as M in the introduction post, and it doesn't so much affect current chapters, but I'm not sure how much (if at all) I might have to censor some of the later chapters.
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Twisted Morality (Part III of "Only Light Can Cast Shadow")

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« Reply #16 on: September 24, 2018, 11:02:09 PM »

Also question: Do you happen to know limits of content in terms of what's allowed on the forums (I didn't see any Forum RP rating guide)? I rate it as M in the introduction post, and it doesn't so much affect current chapters, but I'm not sure how much (if at all) I might have to censor some of the later chapters.

Yeah Canon is loose here, we mess with everything, each have our own special groupings e.g. Karmack, Dutchman and theDrunkenConsular have developed their own really unique Gray Jedi orders with quite detailed back stories (the Mak'tor, Vhal Dan and Jedi Templars respectively) and slot them into canon events (e.g New Sith War), Zyn and Taegin Rowahn develop some great characters in the Galactic Civial war era too. Galaxy is a big place plenty of space for every thing you can imagine!. We're all about the Story and characters and doing your own thing with Star Wars as sort of the backdrop/common currency setting to explore your own ideas and having a lot of fun doing it.

Apart from the overall SaberForum rules (no real world religion, politics [can't avoid Star Wars politics and religion given that is the nature of the Jedi Order!], selling things, abusing real people/other users, outright pornography) anything goes - If you're concerned just put a note before the chapter if it will contain a lot of horror or violence or adult themes that you are concerned with...

We've done that a few times on different chapters on some of our stories dealing with particularly complex and strong issues. 

Anyway we certainly still deal with some tough topics in various places so long as it is all fictional that is the key thing I think. 

We're a small group here but always happy to support and encourage more writers and their ideas, no doubt the others will soon give you a warm welcome too.
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« Reply #17 on: September 25, 2018, 06:00:21 AM »

LOL    canon?   That's a big gun, right?  ;-)

Welcome!  I haven't read all the way through this yet but I am intrigued by the notion of Lady Revan!  Just don't make her an Aethan...   ;-)

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« Reply #18 on: September 26, 2018, 02:13:51 AM »

First off: welcome Lady Revan!  Glad to see you in the Fan Fiction section  Smiley

I'm already up to Chapter 5 and I have to say: your writing is engrossing, compelling, with great pacing, and excellent organic references to the SW universe.  Starting your characters as they transition from Padawans to Jedi Knights makes for excellent pathos given their (relative) inexperience with galactic problems. 

One of the points that you reference that I like is the Jedi Code, especially dealing with the "No attachments" clause.  IMHO, this is one of the greatest failings of the Jedi Order.  People (and most other SW sentients  Wink) are emotional beings.  Ignoring (or suppressing that) is a mistake; and you need not be a Sith to possess passion.  On that point, this is one of the key tenets that I incorporate into my own writing and one of the main reasons that I chose Gray Jedi.  Speaking of...

I canNOT recommend enough the collective submissions by my fellow authors (in no particular order): Karmack, Lord_S_Gray, Taegin Roan, and TheDrunkenConsular.  Not only do they have excellent stories based upon their own merits but we also happen to have a shared continuity, one that IMHO makes us all better writers.  If you have the time/inclination, I HIGHLY suggest reading ANYTHING by them.

Special shout-out to Karm: he got us started with his wonderful "We Are Gray" closely followed by Taegin's enjoyable character study in "Shadow of the Outcast" (still one of the best title's IMHO  Smiley) then with LSG's incredible "Children of the Aether."  Then we lucked out with the addition of TDC joining us with his amazing "Brothers" (still going strong!).  Last but certainly not least is our resident poet and philologian Illyiss with his excellent free-form poems (not to mention his own story which seems to be on hiatus atm  Sad).

As I said, I'm only on Chapter 5 so I'll make certain to comment on the remainder as I continue to read your fantastic submission, Lady Revan!

BTW: I love the title!

Again: welcome and I sincerely hope to see more of you in the Fan Fiction section!  I cannot stress enough that you're in GOOD company with the authors I've mentioned above^^
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« Reply #19 on: September 26, 2018, 11:17:57 PM »

OMG Everyone here is so kind T^T Thank you so much for all of your welcomes and for your supportive comments! It's great to know that the community here is full of such nice people Smiley

I'll definitely add these to my list of fictions to read when I have a little more time. Things are pretty busy at the moment, but they should slow down maybe mid October before picking back up again.

Thank you so much for your welcome (I should probably go post an official introduction in the introductory forum)! I look forward to meeting more of you and discussing with all of you.
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Twisted Morality (Part III of "Only Light Can Cast Shadow")

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« Reply #20 on: September 27, 2018, 06:32:35 AM »

LOL   Have a welcome point!  :-)

Yes, please introduce yourself in the threads on the Introductions forum, and feel free to point folks to your work here as well.  :-)   We try to be friendly and encouraging to everyone, ESPECIALLY the writers!  LOL

As for the stories...   Take your time, there are quite a few here worth perusing.  Dutchman has a few very good stories as well, which I noticed he didn't mention.  :-)  But the "original" story, at least for this latest burst of activity, is "We Are Gray".   If you find that and move forward in time from there you can catch most of our works.  A lot of what Dutchman, Teagan, LSG and myself have written has become tightly interconnected with cross-overs and outright collaborations, kind of culminating in our current effort with "What You Leave Behind", and Dutchman especially has also crossed over into the Brothers stories by TDC. 

Meanwhile ... this take on Revan is a lot of fun!   I am enjoying it greatly!  Keep 'em coming!  :-)
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« Reply #21 on: September 28, 2018, 06:11:09 AM »

Loved the section in C5 Next generation on Taris “When I become a Jedi, will I get to be as tall as you?”!!!
Opela Bonds, very positive view of it, almost naïve about the potential down falls of being connected to the force which parallels nicely with how these bonds impact negatively at Malachor so good build up there, and the unspoken love of Malak is an interesting twist on things that will no doubt have an impact later.

Halins transition is interesting for being so soon, only a year after being knighted – at first glance it seems odd – but when you consider she’s got the ‘fire and certainty’ of youth driving her it makes more sense than a more experienced knight that she would become the Revanchist.  I guess I could have seen it going either way (ie  having a frustrated more experienced knight finally getting fed up and striking out alone instead) but this sets up sort of the ‘Young Jedi’ against the ‘Old Council’ Vibe nicely. Also good integration into the Comic scene, sets the story in a ‘point in time’ as it were.

Got a good flowing writing style going LadyRevan, very easy to glide through your chapters, much like Karmacks writing if I had to compare – keeps a good balance of story progression and character focus. If i had one constructive criticism it was just for the Dejairk chapter, three games was a bit much to follow, the character arc implicit was well done though.

Kreia is very well written - I think you get her perfectly, like in KOTOR 2 she leaves everyone less certain for asking for answers.  And some great little bits like the inversion of the Jedi Code in C11, the underlying itch of the call of home and Talon. 

Anyway will be interesting to see how they fare when they finally meet the Mando’s in open combat and how the Jedi react to them – we know the Revanchist survives but how and in what state?
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Kreia: "Does it matter? Of course it does, such titles allow you to break the galaxy into light and dark, categorize it. Perhaps I am neither, and I hold both as what they are, pieces of a whole."

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« Reply #22 on: October 01, 2018, 09:04:10 AM »

OK, so I finished up to and including Chapter 11.  I REALLY like this take on the canon story of Revan and Malak.  This is so much more than just what I'd previously read concerning them both; here, you've given them true personalities, foibles, and feelings.  I applaud you, Lady Revan!  I have to say that I'm eager to see how this unfolds, especially knowing the events that transpire...especially the betrayal(s).  I'm very much invested in your story as a whole and these characters individually.  Truly the mark of a good author  Wink

And BTW: as to the gender-switch Revan, I always took "Revan" as a placeholder for the character.  As far as I'm concerned: Revan became legend, any details beyond Revan's actions would become inconsequential insofar as a "detail."  Besides: a good story shouldn't be constrained or limited by "must be a man" IMO  Wink

I'm eager for Chapter 12 and especially the appearance of Mandalore the Ultimate  Smiley
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« Reply #23 on: October 01, 2018, 03:26:08 PM »

DISCLAIMER: This chapter contains depictions of torture and mild sexual content. Reader discretion is advised. This chapter also contains direct quotes from the Knights of the Old Republic comic series by Dark Horse. I do not own these comics.



CHAPTER TWELVE: THE SECRETS OF FLASHPOINT STATION Part I/V (chapter is too long for one post)


   The vision of Onderon and of its moon, Dxun, had shaken the Revanchist’s original plans. She trusted her apprentice to be able to handle things for the front-line company. Although the ending had been inconclusive, the fighting had finally stopped on Suurja. It was here that the Revanchist had left the majority of the Jedi Crusaders so that an investigation on how the most recent events of the war could be made from a close-up standpoint. After all, what was seen through the Republic news channels had likely been filtered for the general public. The Revanchists needed to know the situation first-hand if they were to act and to be able to convince the Jedi Order to also act.

   What to do with the company that she had initially been supposed to lead was where the complication arose. She knew that she would have to investigate Onderon and Dxun alone. She couldn’t just abandon the rest of them though without a plan, despite the fact that only two others of the Revanchists were in the company. Her company was not made of warriors. Fiolli was skilled as a healer and had training as a pilot and Opela was… well… Opela. She had a great connection to the Force and would be useful for assessing the effects the Mandalorians had had on a system’s native species as a result. She considered that perhaps her best option would be to send them to Deralia in her stead to meet with Talon. Surely he would be able to arrange a ship for them to be able to continue from there in the reconnaissance of war-battered worlds. She would be able to regroup with them at a later time, granted that everything checked out on Onderon.

   “Opela?” she called to her friend from the academy. “I have a favor to ask of you…”

   Opela looked to her friend and leader with some confusion. She’d not expected to be asked any favors during their quest. “Yes? What is it?”

   “I’m going to have to leave you and Fiolli…. Just for a time, until I can figure out what this vision means on Onderon… But this is something that I must do alone. I want to leave you in charge of this portion of the company while I am away… During this war, there may be times where the Revanchists may be split into smaller groups. Jedi leadership will be crucial, particularly once we are able to appeal to the Republic Military directly in order to officially join them in battle. When that time comes, we are likely to be divided among different companies of troops, and I would like to know that I will be able to depend upon you to do so when such an event comes.”

   “I am honored, but… don’t you think it would be best to place combat specialists in charge of such?”

   “I’ve seen your approach to battle tactics, Opela Moraf. Don’t think that I’ve forgotten about our game of Dejarik…”

   Opela shook her head. “That was a fluke. I simply got lucky with good pieces….”

   “I was humiliated, Opela. You beat me, rightfully so, and not by accident, or by any close call. Your foresight was to be admired. You need not be modest about it. War is not a game comprised of pieces on a board. This is a different sort of game that we are playing… but I want to ensure that the best players are the ones left in charge of determining the placement of our troops when the time comes.”

   “This is too great a responsibility….”

   “No. No, it’s not. Opela Moraf, there is no one I can think of more suited for the task. Please… Please accept this responsibility. I will not be gone to Onderon for long. My brother is assistant to the head of military operations on Deralia. He can ensure a vessel and safety on-planet while you investigate. From there, I would like you to continue without me along the planned course. Contact me should there be any complications. I will regroup with you as soon as I am able after Onderon… Do you have any questions?”

   “Not about the mission, but I have one other…”

   “You may ask.”

   “Why the Revanchist?

   Where to start…

   There was so much to explain. It was a fair question. After all, if their group was named ‘the Revanchists.’ It was only fair to know the meaning…

   “Well…” she began, “I attempted to explain to Alex—Malak—when I took the name…. However, perhaps I did a poor job of doing so. It’s from Old Deralian…we have a word Revanchisme… I had initially explained it as ‘evil deeds for the sake of justice to the innocent’… but it’s a little more complicated than that. It could be considered, in a way, as an act of revenge… hence my previous explanation. But it is not really an ‘evil’ revenge… It’s reclaiming what was lost by war… usually territories. It’s really more an idea of patriotism and often seen as a noble cause… I’m afraid I’m not very good at explaining these things.”

   “No, I understand… You chose the words you did because we are taught revenge is a path to the dark side…. But what you are describing… it seems more like seeking justice rather than true revenge.” Opela tried to smile at the other woman. Halin had always been so confident. But the Revanchist… The Revanchist seemed different from Halin. Sure, she retained the same bold confidence in the justification of her decisions, but she seemed to have gained a twisted sort of wisdom that bred paranoia. Even in the short period since they had left, the Revanchist had received more than one ‘vision’ of seemingly impending doom. A sort of darkness was hovering about, and it seemed that the Revanchist was all too painfully aware of this.


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Ambushed!

   It had all happened so very suddenly that the Revanchists hadn’t had any time to react. They were on Suurja when it had happened. Their leader had left with the Stalwart Nightingale and the group had just begun their investigations on the recent battles that had taken place. Including Malak, there were seven Revanchists total captured. Even though they were all Guardians by training, they were no match for small company of Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders who had been waiting there on the surface.

   Word of the Revanchist’s movement against the Council’s orders had begun to spread. Not only the Republic was aware of the ‘rogue’ faction of the Jedi, but the Mandalorians too had heard. One particularly twisted mind among the Mandalorians—a scientist by the name of ‘Doctor’ Demagol—had taken particular interest in this news.

   It was to Demagol’s research laboratory, which the Mandalorians had set up on Flashpoint Station after its capture, that the Revanchists were taken to. They were stripped of their lightsabers, prodded like cattle, tortured into submission, held in a sort of make-shift prison room that the Mandalorians morbidly referred to as ‘Doctor Demagol’s waiting room.’ One wrong move and the guards would come with their shock staves. Demagol was in need of research subjects. Live Jedi research subjects.

   Malak was strapped and chained down to a cold metal lab table in a macabre-looking lab room. The walls were hung with seemingly recent skeletal remains of a number of sentient species. Many shelves of equipment for surgeries, dissections, amputations, and the like stood tall, interspersed with beakers and test tubes of various unknown chemical compounds. Overall, it was something between a laboratory and a torture chamber.

However, the most menacing thing there was not any of this, but the Doctor himself. His yellow-accented steel-gray armor was splattered and stained with the blood of a recent victim. His is helmet was outfitted with some sort of a magnifying scope for study. In his hand, he held a long syringe filled with some sort of bright green substance. Yet the face of Doctor Demagol remained hidden beneath his Mandalorian mask, the visor reflecting back each helpless victim their own tortured self rather than allowing for the slightest glimpse into the devil’s eyes.

   Malak struggled in vain to free himself from the bondage. It seemed that the demented scientist took pleasure in these efforts though, for he broke out into a small burst of sinister laughter.

   “My, my… it would seem anesthesia is wearing off,” Demagol said. “You will be happy to know, Jedi, that the Doctor will be seeing you now. Please, excuse my appearance. One of the other patients caused a bit of a mess during the vivisection…”

   The doctor approached. Malak inhaled deeply. Perhaps, if he were able to concentrate…

   “You will free me and my companions and allow us on our way,” Malak spoke, reaching out with the Force and focusing on finding the mind within the suit of armor.

   “I will free you and your companions and allow you on your way?” The doctor laughed again. “Your Jedi mind tricks won’t work on me…”

   Malak was having difficulty remaining calm. The Mandalorian before him was difficult to read. It was almost as if his ability to sense the man’s intentions through the Force had been completely blinded. What was this monster?...

   The Jedi did the next thing he could think of and tried to use the Force to call to him a lightsaber which he had spotted hanging among the remains that decorated the walls. The saber began to shake as he concentrated. However, before he could get it to him, the mad doctor injected him with the syringe. All began to spin. All became a blur. All went dark….


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Author of: Only Light Can Cast Shadow A pre-KotOR Fem!Revan Fic

Twisted Morality (Part III of "Only Light Can Cast Shadow")

I leave my alignment to fate--Light or Dark

Lady Revan
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« Reply #24 on: October 01, 2018, 03:28:23 PM »

DISCLAIMER: This chapter contains depictions of torture and mild sexual content. Reader discretion is advised. This chapter also contains direct quotes from the Knights of the Old Republic comic series by Dark Horse. I do not own these comics.



CHAPTER TWELVE: THE SECRETS OF FLASHPOINT STATION Part II/V (chapter is too long for one post)



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   The Revanchist had left Opela and Fiolli on Deralia under Talon’s watch and had continued to the location foreseen in her vision. Onderon was a very green planet, full of a wide variety of wildlife. There was only one large city on its surface, and that was Iziz. While it was not a part of the Republic. Onderon was important in trade and commerce, much like Taris had been even before joining the Republic and gaining a seat in the senate.

   Over a hundred years before, the Dark Lord of the Sith, Freedon Nadd, had subjugated the planet and ruled from Iziz as its king for more than one hundred years. He was buried there, below the palace, and for this reason, the dark side had a very powerful presence on Onderon and its moon, Dxun. The current planetary royals were his direct descendants, though the bloodline was mixed now and the family name far less sinister after a marriage alliance with the beastriders, who had been previously cast out of the city of Iziz for their refusal of allegiance to the Sith.

   The Revanchist stepped from the Stalwart Nightingale onto the landing dock at the Iziz spaceport. The city was an ancient one, founded by the Sith Lord Freedon Nadd during his reign. A residual Dark Side energy radiated from the planet itself and from the moon Dxun, surely left over from the time of the Dark Lord. It sent shivers down the Revanchist’s spine, making the jungle seem unusually cold.

   The moon was so close to the planet that it could be seen clearly in the sky, even midday. There was a strong and proud military presence on Onderon. Customs officers stood at attention throughout the landing pads of the spaceport. Many of them eyed the Revanchist with suspicion. She supposed she should have expected so much, considering the planet’s past experience with Force wielders…

   “Halt!” one officer said, stopping her at a checkpoint. “What business does a Jedi have on Onderon?”

   “My business here is personal and is not sanctioned by the Jedi Order…”

   “You’re going to have to be a little more specific than that. Everyone has heard of the rogue Jedi defying the Council and entering the war. We’ve already dealt with the Mandalorians once, and we will not tolerate your kind bringing the war back to Onderon… Or perhaps you're here because of the Dark Jedi that used to reside here. Are you looking for artifacts of our royals?”

   The Revanchist blinked in a moment of brief confusion. ‘So the Mandalorians have been here already…

   “No, no… I assure you that this is merely a pleasure visit. I’ve come to see the wildlife… Tell me though, was this attack recent?”

   “Recent enough. We dealt with the Mandalorians during the Great Sith War, and we would rather not be involved in the current…”

   The Revanchist shook her head. “No, I cannot imagine that you would… I assure you though, my intentions are not to bring the war here in any way. It is the duty of the Jedi to promote peace… to end wars….”

   “Sure,” the officer said, seemingly unconvinced. “All right Jedi, I suppose you check out enough. Try any funny business though, and General Vaklu will be all over you.”

   The Revanchist bowed fervently. “Thank you. I assure you, I will cause no trouble for Onderon…”

   While the Mandalorian presence on the planet had not been recent according to the officer’s reports, the information did not serve to put her at ease. She was certain that something was here. If not on Onderon itself, then perhaps on the moon Dxun. The moon had been held by Mandalorians in the past. It was quite possible that some remnant would be there which could give her more information about the Mandalorians’ current plans.

   Iziz was a grand city. Its ancient walls stood tall and proud, with a sort of old air turret seen every now and then, historically for repelling Drexyl-Mounted beast riders. The white stone buildings of the city matched the tall white marble palace where the Onderonian royals lived.

   As beautiful as Iziz was, the Revanchist had a feeling that what she sought would not be located within its walls. After all, in her vision, it was the moon, Dxun, which had cast a shadow of darkness over the planet. Whatever dark presence it was that the vision had warned her about, it was surely on Dxun…

   Having just come through customs, it would be suspicious if she were to leave in her own ship, headed for the moon. She would need to board a shuttle headed for the place… Perhaps she could find a private pilot to take her there. After all, she didn’t want to attract any unnecessary attention which might interfere with her investigations. For now, at least, the movements of the Revanchists were to remain as covert as possible.

   It was a few blocks of roaming through Iziz before the Revanchist came across one of the local cantinas. She figured it would be a good place to lay low for the moment, to gather information, and to possibly find a pilot who could take her to Dxun. She removed the hood of her cloak as she entered and let down her hair. She had found that, in places like this, the best way for a Jedi to blend in was to appear as casual as possible. As far as anyone was concerned, she was there to relax, have a drink, and maybe watch the swoop races, just like any other patron. For now, she was ‘Halin’ again.

   The Revanchist took a seat at the bar, accepting the menu from a waiting droid when it came and glancing over what the place’s specialties were. All of the space travel hadn’t allowed much time for a proper meal recently, so it would be a nice shift to try some of the local cuisine. Food capsules and ship rations did the job, but they got boring after a while

   No sooner had she placed her order than a man in civilian dress came and sat beside her. She could tell from his clothing and from his features that he must have been an Onderonian local. She did her best to continue a cool and casual appearance.

   “Haven’t seen you around here before,” the man said. “The name’s Wezz Dole. And who might you be, pretty lady?”

   “Halin,” she replied. The man seemed to find her attractive. The situation could work to her advantage. She needed information, and this Wezz Dole might be able and willing to give it to her. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Wezz Dole.”

   “The pleasure is all mine,” he said, gently taking her gloved hand and pressing a kiss to it. “Tell me, what brings a lady such as yourself out to Onderon. You don’t look like you’re from around here. I’d have noticed you sooner if you were…”

   “Safari, mostly,” said the Revanchist. “I’m here on holiday and wanted to observe the wildlife… though I hear the most interesting of it is on Dxun…”

   The man scoffed. “Wildlife? Surely there are more… relaxing activities to do while on holiday than watching cannoks, if you get what I’m saying…”

   He looked her up and down with an obvious lusty hunger. It took everything in the woman not to roll her eyes and walk away. There is no emotion, there is peace… “What can I say?” she shrugged. “I like to live dangerously—it’s more fun that way. I’ve heard that the most interesting of the wildlife in on Dxun though, not Onderon…”

   “You want to go to Dxun? Too bad you’re not as smart as you are good looking. Dxun is a death wish.”

   “And what makes you say that?”

   “Place used to be a Mandalorian base during the Great Sith War. Besides that, there’s no civilizations and it’s overrun with the more dangerous wildlife, like those Boma beasts and Drexyls. The turrets you’ve no doubt seen in the city are from during the beast wars when those beast rider scum would use Drexyl to attack Iziz.”

   “I’ll take my chances,” she said simply. “Any idea where I could find a shuttle to head there?”

   “Only ones crazy enough to go to Dxun might be the beast riders. Even then your luck in finding someone to take you would be slim…”

   “I see… and where might I find these beast riders?”

   “You’re asking an awful lot of questions, little lady…”

   “What can I say? I’m a curious woman.”

   “Well that kind of info’s going to cost you a little something extra…”

   “Oh? And what might your price be?”

   “You let me buy you a drink and we’ll talk from there.”

   “Seems reasonable.”

   Wezz smirked and called the serving droid over. “A drink for my lady friend here”

   “What’ll it be, hon?” the droid asked.

   “One Wookie-Wango,” the Revanchist replied, shooting Wezz Dole a challenging glance.

   The man’s smirk turned to a grin. “You weren’t kidding when you said you like to live dangerously… Know what? Make it two.”

   “Comin’ right up,” the droid replied. And it hurried off.

   “I must say, Halin, you’re just full of surprises… So, uh…. Any men in your life?”

   “Just colleagues. I honestly can’t say I’ve been on the lookout for anything more…”

   “Really? That’s a real shame…”

   “Two Wookie-Wango’s,” the serving droid said, setting glasses on the table. “And for the lady, your special from the kitchen is ready.”

   “Thank you very much,” the woman said, inhaling the dish in front of her. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to close out my tab when you have a chance.”

   “Sure thing, hon,” the droid said. “I’ll bring your check right away.”

   “Thank you…. Now,” she said to Wezz, “about the beast riders…”

   “You’re not actually serious, are you?”

   “I’m always serious. A deal is a deal. I let you buy me a drink, now you let me know where the beast riders are so I can get to Dxun…”

   “You’re bill ma’am,” the droid said, returning with a booklet that it set on the table. The Revanchist turned away from Wezz to settle her bill. However, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed him slip something into one of the drinks.

   ‘So you want to play games, huh? All right, Wezz Dole, I’ll call your bluff…

   She handed the bill back to the droid with the credits inside and returned her attention to the man sitting next to her. “I hate to be a bother,” she said to him, “but would you mind passing me a few napkins from the dispenser over there? This looks a bit more oily than I had anticipated.”

   “Not a bother,” he said, turning to grab the napkins, at which point the woman rolled her eyes and switched the drink’s positions with one another. ‘Child’s play…

   “Thank you,” she said, and she took the napkins.

   “Here,” he said, handing her a glass also. “If you’re so serious about my side of the deal, I insist it be serious both ways. A toast!” and he took the other drink. “To living dangerously.”

   “To living dangerously.” And, looking him in the eye, the two touched glasses and drank. “So, the beast riders,” she continued.

   “Ah, yes. The beast riders…”

   “Oh come now! Look, I’ll even finish it for you,” and the woman downed the rest of her drink. “Now will you tell me?”

   Wezz Dole smirked. “The beast riders… Most of them you’ll find just outside of Iziz. Their kind still isn’t fully welcome here…”

   “Aren’t they? I thought that the marriage between the Queen and the Beast Prince changed all of that…”

   “We’re not in any civil war since… but that doesn’t mean that the people of Iziz have forgiven them. They were cast out to begin with for their crimes, and then they surprised us by taming the wild beasts and using them to attack our city… History doesn’t just forget itself you know…”

   “I know…”

   “But new histories,” he said, touching a hand to her knee, “new histories are being written all of the time…”

   “New histories?”

   “Like between you and I,” he said, slipping his hand slowly along her thigh. “What do you say we ditch this place and find somewhere quiet…”

   “Oh, I’d like nothing more than to get out of this cantina,” she said, resting her hand atop his.

   “I can show you all of the wildlife you could ever dream of seeing, if you catch my drift…”

   The woman guided his hand, encouraging it higher. “I’m sure you could…”

   Wezz Dole leaned in closer to her. However, as he did so, his face began to pale and become clammy. His addition to the drink must have been starting to take effect… Calmly, the Jedi guided his hand to her side, just enough for him to distinctly feel where her lightsaber hung at her belt.

   “A word of advice, Wezz Dole… Never try to drug a Jedi. You just might end up regretting it.”

   And with this, she stood, leaving him leaning against the bar for support as he began to fall under the influence.

   “Waiter?” The Revanchist called to the droid, “Can you bag this to go for me?... Oh! And this man might need some help getting home later. I don’t think he’s feeling quite well.”

   The man looked at the woman with a sickly and startled expression as she waited for the serving droid to finish boxing her meal. The Revanchist gave one last look at him and patted his hand chidingly. “Goodbye, Wezz Dole. Unfortunately, I won’t be needing your assistance in my wildlife viewings… Thank you for the drink.”

   With this, she re-bound her hair, replaced the hood of her cloak, took up the to-go box in her hand, and left the cantina.


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DISCLAIMER: This chapter contains depictions of torture and mild sexual content. Reader discretion is advised. This chapter also contains direct quotes from the Knights of the Old Republic comic series by Dark Horse. I do not own these comics.



CHAPTER TWELVE: THE SECRETS OF FLASHPOINT STATION Part III/V (chapter is too long for one post)


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   With the information that she had received in the cantina, it didn’t take long for the Revanchist to locate the beast rider camp. It was quite different than Iziz. For the most part, the beast riders lived very simply, and their settlement reminded her somewhat of Dantooine. But here, the beasts lived alongside rider. The Boma, the Cannocks…. The Revanchist had heard of techniques in the Force that could be used to calm the minds of beasts, and she couldn’t help but to wonder if the beast riders were somehow attuned with the Force and used such techniques in a very primitive form.

   “Excuse me,” the Jedi said to a passing beast rider, “but I was wondering if you might be able to help me? You see, I’m looking to get to Dxun.”

   “Dxun? What does an off-worlder want in going to Dxun?”

   “Research mostly…”

   “That research doesn’t include poaching, I hope?”

   “No, no… my research involves more the moon itself rather than the beasts there… Trouble is that I’m in need of transportation, and I would prefer a… subtle landing if at all possible. I don’t want to attract any unnecessary attention…”

   The beast rider looked at her attire.

   “You’re a Jedi, aren’t you?”

   “I will not deny this…”

   “Your kind ought to be extra careful going to Dxun…”

   “And what makes you say that?”

   “There’s a rumor that the Dark Lord who used to rule here wasn’t buried under the palace at all, but in a tomb somewhere on Dxun. I hear those Sith tombs are supposed to be rife with the Dark Side of your Force.”

   If there was a Sith tomb there, that could account for the darkness descending in her vision. But the timing of all of it… the timing had caused the Revanchist to believe that there was more to it… That this was all somehow directly tied to the Mandalorians and to this war.

   “About thirty years ago or so—just before the Great Sith War—a Jedi went to Dxun and found the tomb there. They say the spirit there drove him mad, led him to the dark side… Kun, I think was his name.”

   “Exar Kun?” the Revanchist said in disbelief.

   “That sounds right. Exar Kun, his name was.”

   The Jedi reveled at the thought. Before her, on the moon Dxun, lay not only the answer to what she had seen in her vision, but possibly the information that the Council had barred her from viewing one year prior. She needed to get to Dxun.

   “I’ll take my chances,” the Revanchist said to the beast rider. “My investigation is too important to allow such a thing to become a deterrent… Please, I must get to Dxun.”

   The woman’s persistence puzzled the beast rider, but it did convince him that she was quite serious about the matter. “Whether my people help you or not is not my decision, unfortunately. I’ll take you to the leader of our clan, but I warn you now, the method of arrival if he agrees may be a bit… unorthodox.”

   The Revanchist shook her head. “The means of transportation is non-important, given that I am able to arrive and depart hastily.”

   The beast rider shrugged. “It’s your funeral. Don’t say I didn’t warn you…”

   “Take me to your clan leader. With all due respect, it would be best if I discussed the matter directly…”


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Talon watched the two Jedi that Halin had brought to the planet, as they moved from patient to patient in the Capital Hospital. While most of those who would survive had already recovered from the Mandalorians attack, there were a few in more critical condition who remained under intensive care. The two Jedi had skill as healers, and so he had asked them to take a look at the patients in question.

The Jedi healing techniques were quite astounding. From what Talon could understand, it required intense focus and meditation, but among the most skilled of the Force Healers, it could be used to treat the most severe of injuries—even coming close to halting death… Or so the rumor went. But while the greatest of Masters could come close to halting it, no Jedi had been able to reverse it.

This thought made Talon slightly bitter. For his own family, the help had come too late. He couldn’t help but to think that if the Jedi had responded more actively to his request a year prior, then perhaps the attack could have been avoided entirely. Perhaps there would be none of the current pain on Deralia. All would be peaceful, as it had been before…
While he did appreciate the current help, he remained bitter. For now his own sister, who had promised her aid should the time come, had vanished also. While she had left the two in her stead, it would not substitute for her being there in person. It was only right, after all, for the Deralian Jedi to help the Deralian people.

But now… Now she claimed to no longer be Halin Chan, the little sister whom his mother and father had sent so many years before in order to be trained in the ways of the Jedi. Now, the Revanchist was what she called herself. He shook his head at the thought. The name had come from Deralian, yes, but somehow, his little Halin seemed even more distant than before. She should have been the one there helping her people—not these others. The Republic had many Jedi from many places and walks of life. Why should she specifically be responsible for protecting them from the threats of this war?

While he did not approve of his sister’s choice to leave her people again in their time of need, he did agree to help her. He’d prepared a small freighter for her Jedi colleagues for when they had finished their work and investigations on Deralia. While Halin had told him that she would try to visit once the war settled down, he was not hopeful. It was a bit ironic really. Jedi were renowned for their compassion and love for all life… and yet what he had seen in his sister was… different than how she had been before she left so many years ago.

Her demeanor, which had been so loving and curious and full of eagerness to please her elders, had changed to something far more detached, even somber. He had noticed it previously when they had met on Coruscant. It was almost like a sort of forced detachment. She seemed to purposely distance herself from him. It wasn’t just him though. Even now, she had refused to allow any of her Jedi companions to accompany her. It was a sort of odd and unnatural solidarity, and he wasn’t entirely convinced it was by choice, but rather by fear.

Yes, Halin seemed oddly… afraid. Paranoid, even. And the more he thought about her previous comment about wondering how life might have been had she not joined the Order, the more he wondered whether being a Jedi was healthy for her mental state. It seemed that with each time he had seen her again, she had grown progressively more unstable. What she needed was to take her mind away from the conflict, not head deeper into it. He only hoped that, even though she was doing the right thing in trying to find a way to end the war herself, she would not lose herself in the process.


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   Malak was breathing heavily, his teeth clenched in an attempt to endure the pain as he was tossed roughly back into the waiting room by the two Mandalorian guards with their electroshock pikes. His entire body reeled with pain. He felt as though acid were pulsing through his veins. The pain, however, was the only way he knew for certain that he wasn’t dead after the trauma.

   When the guards left, the Cathar Jedi, Ferroh, came to him, helping him to sit up. “You’re alive,” Ferroh said in half-disbelief. The others and I weren’t sure what to expect when they took you… Here. Sit still. I’m no healer, but I’ll do what I can for you…”

   Cautiously, Ferroh called upon the Force in an attempt to heal some of Malak’s pain. Malak gritted his teeth. “The others… are they all right? Has anyone else gone into the laboratory?”

   “Only one other,” the Cathar replied somberly. “The Padawan Hazar Kasra was taken in… but we’ve not seen or heard anything from him since.”

   Malak reflected on the words that the Doctor had said before he had initially lost consciousness… One of the other patients caused a bit of a mess during the vivisection… He grimaced at the thought. It seemed that the young Padawan had not been so lucky as he had been during his operation… Solemnly, Malak bowed his head in reverence. “She warned all of us that many may not come back… but I never thought that it would be so soon before one of us was lost…”

   The others grew pale at Malak’s words. They all understood… Hazar Kasra was dead.

   “I swore to her that I would protect you… Protect all of you…”

   “There was nothing you could have done…” one began to say.

   “No!” Malak said with a surprising amount of forcefulness given his current state. “No…. No, I should have… I could have!... I promised!”

   The noise, however, attracted the attention of the guards, for they returned, breaking up Malak and Ferroh with their shock pikes. “The Doctor is ready for his next patent,” one of the guards said. “Time for a visit to the vet, kitty….”

   “No!” Malak protested, throwing himself over Ferroh and blocking the Mandalorians. “Take me instead! Tell the Doctor that I have more left to show him.” And with this, he managed a painfully ironic grin. “He wants to study Force abilities… yet he’s still not discovered my secret ability. These are just younglings here. Surely the Doctor would rather study something a bit more… interesting.”

   “What are you doing?” Ferroh whispered to Malak.

   “Just play along,” Malak insisted.

   Ferroh hoped that the human male knew what he was doing. Malak allowed the guards to take him again. He couldn’t bring back Hazar, but at least he could buy time for the others. Surely his Master would sense that something was wrong and arrange a rescue for them soon enough. He only needed to make sure he could stall the situation long enough.


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Twisted Morality (Part III of "Only Light Can Cast Shadow")

I leave my alignment to fate--Light or Dark

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« Reply #26 on: October 01, 2018, 03:32:44 PM »

DISCLAIMER: This chapter contains depictions of torture and mild sexual content. Reader discretion is advised. This chapter also contains direct quotes from the Knights of the Old Republic comic series by Dark Horse. I do not own these comics.



CHAPTER TWELVE: THE SECRETS OF FLASHPOINT STATION Part IV/V (chapter is too long for one post)


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   The High Council had not expected to see the former Jedi who had taken the name of the ‘Revanchist’ again after the nature her previous departure. She had made it very clear to them before that she would not answer to them, and had lead many others astray with her after her departure. Yet here she stood, before them once more, much to their surprise.

   There were mixed reactions from the Masters on the Council. Some regarded her with curiosity, others with contempt. While it was not expected for her to come to them, her timing had been good, for there was something the Council had wished to discuss with her in person….

   “Halin Chan,” Master Vrook said addressing her. “Or should I say, Revanchist… Your presence in our chamber could not have come at any better a time. We have sensed something… disturbing that we wish to address you about.”

   The Revanchist was somewhat confused by these words. Could it be that they had shared the same vision as she had and already knew of the reason why she had come? “And what, might I ask, has the Council sensed?”

   At this point, one among them—Master Zez-Kai Ell—rose. The Revanchist looked to him, waiting to be addressed. “We see that you’ve come here alone… though it comes as no shock to us… Perhaps you yourself are unaware… Where are the others that have followed you into war?”

   The Revanchist was somewhat confused by this question. She sensed all was fine with Opela who was with Fiolli, and while there was a disturbance in Malak, it was only to be expected on the front lines. “We’ve divided our ranks in order to carry out separate investigations. Most are investigating the front lines on Suurja, while a smaller group is scouting other worlds on the Outer Rim…”

   “Not on Suurja, but on Flashpoint,” the Master continued. “My Padawan is among them… or he was.”

   The Revanchist did not understand his words. Had something happened on Suurja? If so, why had Malak not contacted her? He was to make immediate contact if something went wrong and there was need for return and regrouping. “I assure you that your Padawan is in good hands with my apprentice…”

   “My Padawan is dead, Revanchist. I sensed his death several hours ago. It was not a natural death, however. He was brutally tortured to death. My only comfort in knowing his end is that he suffers no longer.”

   The young woman paled. Something had clearly gone very wrong on Suurja… Flashpoint they had said… But Flashpoint had been taken by the Mandalorians at the Republics entry into the war. If they were on Flashpoint now…. But this was not why the Revanchist had come. She would need to go to them afterward, but the reason why she had originally come was still of the utmost importance. She would have to trust Malak to be able to handle things in the meantime.

   “I regret to hear of your loss,” the woman said. “However, your Padwan understood the risks of war before joining us. His death will not be in vain…”

   “He should not have had to die at all!”

   The Revanchist, and even some of the Council members were surprised by Master Zez-Kai Ell’s outburst. While it was obvious that the death of his Padawan had pained him greatly, such forward displays of emotion were unbecoming of a Jedi—particularly of a Master who sat on the Council. Master Vrook Lamar looked at his colleague and raised a hand, as if in an attempt to calm him. Master Zez-Kai Ell seemed to understand, for he took his seat again and allowed the other Council Members to continue the discussion on his behalf.

   “It is the duty,” Master Vrook continued, “of a teacher to not only train their student, but also to protect them. Because of your influence, Master Zez-Kai Ell has failed in protecting his Padawan. Forgive him if his emotions betray him after so great a loss… But you… You who have been so rife with emotions in the past… you show none now? Have you no compassion for the loss of your comrade?”

   The Revanchist could not help but to be offended by the suggestion. In all of their twisted wisdom…. Either she was condemned for feeling too much emotion, or she was condemned for showing none. It seemed that her decisions had set the Council against her permanently, regardless of what she might try to tell them. Still, she had to try. She had to warn them of what she had seen on Onderon.

   “I am upset by this knowledge as much as any other Jedi would be,” the Revanchist said in her defense. “However, grieving his loss will not help any of the others…”

   “It is your responsibility as their leader to remove them from this threat…”

   “And that is precisely what I intend to do! But before I can help them, I have come because I need to warn you.”

   “Warn us? Warn us of what?”

   “Of what I have seen. I left the company on Suurjah because of a vision that I had—a vision of Onderon and its moon Dxun. I’ve come to warn you of what I found there while investigating that vision.”

   The Council was silent, a moment of concern hanging in the air. They all knew well much of what lay on Dxun… A Sith tomb was there—the tomb of Freedon Nadd, who had ruled over the Onderonian people for many years. It was while investigating the existance of Sith artifacts on Dxun that Exar Kun, one of the last of the Jedi Watchmen since the time of the Great Sith War, had been seduced to the Dark Side and lured to Korriban. If there was something there, then perhaps the return of the Sith was sooner than the Council had initially anticipated. They looked forward to this warning of the Revanchist with dread. After all, much of the information that she had previously tried to access from the archives was related to Dxun…

   “And what did this vision of yours show you?” one of them finally asked.

   “What I saw was a darkness, descending from Dxun and engulfing Onderon. When I went to investigate the situation, the locals warned me about the strong hold that the Dark Side has on that place. They said that the tomb of Freedon Nadd, who once ruled Onderon, is located on Dxun.”

   She knew from their previous reactions that they were already aware of Exar Kun’s experience on the planet. From what she could figure, it must have been a portion of the information from the records that they had been keeping hidden. She chose, however, to indulge them in the illusion of secrecy. There was no need for her to tell them of Exar Kun’s fate. It was the other things which she had seen on Dxun that were her reasoning for appearing before them now.

“When I went to the moon,” she continued, “What I found there was more than just remnants from the Great Sith War… As all of you know, the Mandalorians took the side of the Sith and aided them during that war. One of their bases was located on Dxun, presumably because of the Dark Side presence there… Regretfully, I have found that this base does not seem to have been abandoned after the previous war as it has long thought to have been. Not only was it active, bit it seemed to have been some sort of command center… Had it not been for the Force cloak ability, I doubt I would be standing here right now at all. If the Mandalorian base on Dxun remains, then it is entirely possible that they still have some sort of involvement with the Sith. When I left, they were in the process of planning something, presumably against Onderon itself, but I could not stay to find out for certain if I hoped to make it back here to warn all of you.”

There was a moment of silent glances between Council Members after the Revanchist’s story. It was Master Atris who finally broke the silence.

“The Council does not deny the possibility that the Dark Side may be involved in the current corruption of the Mandalorians. However, our decision to without the Jedi from entering war remains, and while what you saw on Onderon and Dxun is disturbing, you had no business investigating on your own. We can’t afford this sort of… adventurism right now, even if we were supporting it!”

“And involving other Knights and Padawans in your ‘scouting missions’ is simply beyond reproach! You will find them and return them to Coruscant without any further delay,” stated Master Vrook. “As we’ve previously stated, there is no place for the Jedi Order in the Mandalorian War”

The Revanchist regarded the Council in disbelief. She understood their concern for the rest of the Revanchists, but what she couldn’t understand was their continued denial of the magnitude of the Mandalorian threat. She didn’t know what more to say. What could she say when it was all directed toward deaf ears? There was no point in arguing any further. Malak and the others were counting on her now….

Silently, she bowed and took her leave, but was stopped just after leaving by the five Masters whom she had met on Taris prior to heading out for Suurja and who were now entering to see the High Council. She could only assume that the Council had recalled them for their own safety, since Taris was so close to the front lines of the war.

“Well, we meet again!” spoke Master Lucian Draay, the only guardian among them. The Revanchist hadn’t forgiven them for their mocking of her cause. Even the high Council were not so cruel as to laugh to her face regarding the matter.  “I’m sorry that we weren’t able to oblige you on Taris, but I trust that your investigations were enlightening?”

The Revanchist swallowed, keeping as cool as she was able to given the circumstances. “You see now that I right, do you not? The truth is written in blood.” Yes, it was written in the blood of the Padawan she had been unable to protect from the horrors of war. The Mandalorians were not out for negotiations or for mercy… They would stop at nothing in their efforts for galactic conquest.

“I’m sorry,” Master Draay continued, “but I’m not sure I know which truth you mean…”

She could feel her body beginning to tremble all over. The level of ignorance which she continued to face was becoming more and more difficult to bear. But now was not the time…

“Goodbye Lucien Draay,” she managed to say. “I have learners to save. The Council will see you now.” And with this, she left.


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   “Is that all you’ve got?” Malak managed through his teeth as the Doctor Demagol ripped away the wire which had been stuck through an incision into his head in order to monitor brain waves. It was all he could do to prevent himself from succumbing to the pain and having his vital functions shut down. He had to buy them time—time enough for their leader to realize that something was wrong and to come up with a plan for their rescue. He knew her well enough to have faith that it would be soon.

   “I will admit,” the Doctor began, “you’ve proven to be a most resilient test subject. My results are still somewhat inconclusive… but I’m sure we can fix that…. Guards?”

   Two of the Mandalorian sock troupers appeared from the doorway and stood ready at attention. It was very clear that, while it wasn’t a military post per-se that the Doctor held, he was very much in charge of the goings on within the station.

   “Take this patient away,” the Doctor continued. “I require time to analyze my most recent findings…”

   “Yes Doctor!” they replied, and they unstrapped Malak, taking him away,

   The guards tossed Malak roughly back into the waiting room. There was a gasp from the other Jedi in the room as they saw their companion return to them in such a state. His robes were tattered, his head was bleeding, and he was scratched and cut all over. Malak groaned, attempting to push himself up and roll over to his side. An arm came to help him, but, to his surprise, it didn’t belong to anyone whom he knew.

   It was a female Arkanian Offshoot who, while clearly as terrified as the rest of them, seemed to have a sort of spirit still about her. She hadn’t been broken yet…

   “You’re new,” he commented as he managed to sit up with the woman’s help.

   “I’m Jarael,” she replied to him. “But I’m not supposed to be here….”

   “None of us are,” he replied simply. He wanted to tell her about his anticipation of his Master’s recue for them, but to speak it might cause complications. After all, if the Mandalorians knew that she were coming, they would have time to set up another ambush…

   Something was odd about this girl though. She didn’t have the same presence as the others there. Her presence was…. clouded at best. He wasn’t sure what to make of it really, but one thing was for certain—this girl was no Jedi. She really wasn’t supposed to be here…

   Suddenly, a voice came from behind. It was the Doctor! “A fresh arrival! Oh, welcome, my dear woman! Perhaps you can help me with a little problem I’ve been having. You see, I have an endless supply of theories about Jedi abilities, yet I keep running out of Jedi. Won’t you join me?”

   “Demagol, wait,” Malak interrupted. He knew that if she were to undergo the same tests that he had, she would not make it out alive. Even some Jedi couldn’t handle the tests—someone who wasn’t a Jedi at all stood no chance. “Leave her—I’ll go.”

   The Doctor shook his head, making a tsk tsk sound. “Now now, you know that you’re my favorite, but this is rude to our new guest.”

   “Take me, I insist,” Malak continued. He managed a bit of a cocky smile as if to challenge the Doctor. “Surely I must have some ability that you haven’t discovered yet…”

   “What are you doing!?” The woman said in protest.

“These are trials that only a Jedi can survive, Jarael. And I think that we both know That I’m the only Jedi in this conversation…”

   The shock troopers came and seized Malak again. He wasn’t certain how he would be able to handle this, especially so soon after his last appointment, but he needed to stall for time. And he couldn’t allow anyone else to suffer the same fate as Hazar Kasra… He had to try…


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Twisted Morality (Part III of "Only Light Can Cast Shadow")

I leave my alignment to fate--Light or Dark

Lady Revan
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I leave my alignment to Fate-whether Light or Dark


« Reply #27 on: October 01, 2018, 03:33:51 PM »

DISCLAIMER: This chapter contains depictions of torture and mild sexual content. Reader discretion is advised. This chapter also contains direct quotes from the Knights of the Old Republic comic series by Dark Horse. I do not own these comics.



[]u]CHAPTER TWELVE: THE SECRETS OF FLASHPOINT STATION[/u] Part V/V (chapter is too long for one post)

   Again, Malak was tossed back into the waiting room with the other Jedi and with the Arkanian. He could barely feel his limbs this time. There was no way that he would be able to handle another session for some time. Dammit, Halin, where are you?….

   He winced, groaning in pain against the floor without the strength to get up again when the Arkankian woman came and rolled him over onto his back. “Hello Jarael,” he said, trying to manage a smile at her. “We have to stop meeting like this, you know?”

   “You can’t let them keep torturing you like this,” she scolded him. “You’re going to get yourself killed!”

   It wasn’t long after that the doctor himself entered the waiting room. “Guards, I want the Arkanian woman next. A race so loving of science… it seems fitting, don’t you think? Yes, I believe that she will particularly appreciate my work.”

   Doctor Demagol motioned for the guards to seize the Arkanian woman. The shock troopers moved into position. Malak closed his eyes. There was nothing more that he could do for her without letting his Master—his Halin—down. He had promised her that he would protect the other Revanchists. If he died for this woman, who was to stop Demagol the Flesh Carver from carving away the others? It would be a miracle if she survived the operation…

   However, it seemed like it was a day for miracles. Just as the guards were seizing Jarael, a fourth Mandalorian entered the room. He was escorting with him a young man.

“I have your next patient, Demagol,” the Mandalorian said.

“Don’t bother me with younglings, warrior. I need real Jedi for my research…” the Doctor scoffed.

“He’s definitely no youngling. Nearly broke my neck stopping him. Set him up for an appointment, Doc. I want to see him hurt—bad!”

“I will see him soon enough. Right now, I have plans for this young lady…”

“And I’ve got a war to get back to, Demagol. We do this now!”

The Doctor scoffed at the remark. “Very well then, to the laboratory…”

And the Mandalorians left the room with the new captive in tow.

“That was Zayne!” the Arkanian woman gasped.

“Zayne?” Malak managed. The name sounded familiar… Jedi named Zayne… Jedi named Zayne… “You mean Zayne Carrick?” The only Zayne he could think of was the bumbling Padawan he’d met briefly on Taris before the Revanchists had left for the front lines.

“You know him too?” asked the woman.

“We met briefly on Taris just before my group set out for Suurja… How do you know him?”

“It’s a long story… But it’s strange. He was acting like he didn’t even notice us…”

“Oh I’m sure he did. I have a feeling something’s up here. Let’s just hope that the situation turns out in our favor…”

The agony of waiting is what followed. In that time, Malak slowly managed to regain enough strength to sit up… not that it would matter if they didn’t find a way out of this mess soon. The guards were gone long enough with the situation that Ferroh was able to do a little more to heal him. However, the Cathar didn’t have enough strength left to do very much.

After a few brief minutes, the Doctor, the Mandalorian guards, and the Mandalorian warrior returned. However, Zayne Carrick did not appear to be with them.

“Well that was mildly disappointing,” the warrior said. I’d assumed he would have lasted longer. Must’ve beaten most of the life out of him back on the ship…”

“No! You animal!” The Arkanian woman was beyond herself with this comment. From her reactions to the situation, Malak could only assume that she harbored some sort of feelings for the boy…. She sprung forward, tackling the

Doctor before the shock troopers could stop her. The situation wasn’t looking good…

The guards made a move to seize her but, surprisingly, the warrior stopped them. “Stay back! I’ll handle this,” he said. “Demagoll wants us to preserve the specimens…”

The woman, who was on top of Demagol and holding him by the throat, suddenly froze, and the Mandalorian warrior tossed her aside, helping the doctor up. What’s going on here…

“I’d like to watch you deal with her later,” the Warrior told the Doctor. “Now how about that tour of the station you promised me?” With this, the Mandalorians departed once more.

“What happened?” Malak asked the Arkanian woman. “You had him…”

“I… I heard a voice… It was… strange,” she said, attempting to explain to him. “It was Zayne’s voice…”


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   An hour passed since the Mandalorians had last been seen. As strange as it was, no one dared to try to move. After all, it was likely to be another trap. They couldn’t have possibly left so many Jedi completely unattended for so long. No, someone had to be watching them…

   Explosions could be head in the distance outside. Was the station under attack? Were they finally being rescued? Something was clearly going on here…

   Eventually, the Doctor Demagol and the Mandalorian warrior re-entered the room. This time, however, the Doctor removed his helmet. Inside was not the monster that all had expected, but the Jedi Padawan Zayne Carrick.

   “Sorry about the noise,” the boy said. “Just trying out a few mining charges we found. I don’t know for sure, but I think they worked…” He then spoke into a commlink. “All right, Gromkettle, you can lay off the fireworks now. Wait until the next night cycle and the come on over to pick us up.”

   “Zayne!” The Arkanian exclaimed, and she ran over, throwing her arms around him, causing the boy to laugh and to stagger. Ferroh and one of the other Revanchists went to Malak and helped him to stand. Malak watched the two. There was a divide in the Jedi about the issue of relationships among the order. It didn’t take much to see that there was something clearly very special between these two. Malak only hoped that they would be able to pursue together what he had not, though whether his inability to do so was by choice to adhere to the Council’s rules, or by fear of rejection was debatable.

   “Help me get to somewhere I can patch through a communication,” Malak told the others. “The Revanchist should know of our location…”

   After some looking, they were able to find a com center in the station. Malak patched through the codes to transmit directly to the Stalwart Nightingale.

   “Can anyone hear me? This is Malak of the Revanchists, over.”

   “Malak? Malak, is that really you?” It was the Revanchist herself who’s voice came through. “Malak, where are you?”

   “Flashpoint Station,” he replied. “We were ambushed on Suurja… Hey, listen, there’s something I need to tell you…”

   “About Hazar? I already know. The Council told me. They sent me to come find you…”

   “The Council? As in the Jedi High Council? I thought that you and the Council weren’t exactly on speaking terms…”

   “We’re not,” she admitted. “And now, perhaps even less so than before… But that’s not important right now. Do you have transportation?”

   “I think so, but there’s something here we’d like to bring back to the Republic—a demented scientist who calls himself a Doctor. Studies Jedi using live specimens for his experiments.”

   There was a moment of silence over the radio.

   “You still with me here?” Malak asked.

   “Oh?... Yes, sorry... I was just… thinking…”

   “Well, you can think more while you’re waiting for us to meet up. We’re heading back to Coruscant.”

   “Can you meet me half way on Katarr? We can regroup there and discuss the next course of action.”

   “Sounds like a plan. To Katarr then. We’ll see you in few days. Malak out.”

   It would be a few days journey before the two parties would be able to meet one another. Malak was curious as to what the Republic would say and do about their new prisoner of war. Perhaps this would be the key to having the Revanchists recognized as an official group within the war effort instead of just as some renegade band of Jedi who left the Order on their own crusade against the Mandalorians. Only time would tell. They would just have to hope for the best.
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Author of: Only Light Can Cast Shadow A pre-KotOR Fem!Revan Fic

Twisted Morality (Part III of "Only Light Can Cast Shadow")

I leave my alignment to fate--Light or Dark

Lady Revan
Knight Commander
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Force Alignment: -967
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I leave my alignment to Fate-whether Light or Dark


« Reply #28 on: October 01, 2018, 03:47:58 PM »

Loved the section in C5 Next generation on Taris “When I become a Jedi, will I get to be as tall as you?”!!!
Opela Bonds, very positive view of it, almost naïve about the potential down falls of being connected to the force which parallels nicely with how these bonds impact negatively at Malachor so good build up there, and the unspoken love of Malak is an interesting twist on things that will no doubt have an impact later.

Halins transition is interesting for being so soon, only a year after being knighted – at first glance it seems odd – but when you consider she’s got the ‘fire and certainty’ of youth driving her it makes more sense than a more experienced knight that she would become the Revanchist.  I guess I could have seen it going either way (ie  having a frustrated more experienced knight finally getting fed up and striking out alone instead) but this sets up sort of the ‘Young Jedi’ against the ‘Old Council’ Vibe nicely. Also good integration into the Comic scene, sets the story in a ‘point in time’ as it were.

Got a good flowing writing style going LadyRevan, very easy to glide through your chapters, much like Karmacks writing if I had to compare – keeps a good balance of story progression and character focus. If i had one constructive criticism it was just for the Dejairk chapter, three games was a bit much to follow, the character arc implicit was well done though.

Kreia is very well written - I think you get her perfectly, like in KOTOR 2 she leaves everyone less certain for asking for answers.  And some great little bits like the inversion of the Jedi Code in C11, the underlying itch of the call of home and Talon. 

Anyway will be interesting to see how they fare when they finally meet the Mando’s in open combat and how the Jedi react to them – we know the Revanchist survives but how and in what state?

Thank you so much for your feedback. That line is one of my favorites. In m y mind, when I was writing it, I wanted it to read like the moment that Lilo meets Cobra Bubbles in Lilo and Stitch. It was difficult for me to imagine Malak being comfortable around kids, so I wanted to make the situation as awkward for him as possible.

And yes, I have big plans for Malak's unrequited love later Wink

Master Dorak I believe described Revan and Malak as being young and headstrong at some point in the game (when you're still training on Dantooine if I recall correctly), so I wanted to go more Young VS Old, as you stated.

I've heard the same comment before about the pacing of the Dejarik chapter, and do agree. I'm hoping to be able to balance it better in my eventual re-write. The games are actually based on games played in real-life. I taught my best friend the rules to Dejarik and had her play against me for research. I also may or may not have incorporated several of her outbursts in the chapter dialogue. Since I know she generally has an agressive playing style, I set her up as Halin and then Kintan Strider Death Gambit-ed her at the end >Smiley Re-write will likely involve re-working the games themselves for time and/or condensing rules (wasn't sure how much of the rules I should include for the reader's sake).

I'm glad to hear that you're enjoying the story so far, and look forward to your future comments!
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Author of: Only Light Can Cast Shadow A pre-KotOR Fem!Revan Fic

Twisted Morality (Part III of "Only Light Can Cast Shadow")

I leave my alignment to fate--Light or Dark

Lady Revan
Knight Commander
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Force Alignment: -967
Posts: 2353


I leave my alignment to Fate-whether Light or Dark


« Reply #29 on: October 01, 2018, 03:51:53 PM »

OK, so I finished up to and including Chapter 11.  I REALLY like this take on the canon story of Revan and Malak.  This is so much more than just what I'd previously read concerning them both; here, you've given them true personalities, foibles, and feelings.  I applaud you, Lady Revan!  I have to say that I'm eager to see how this unfolds, especially knowing the events that transpire...especially the betrayal(s).  I'm very much invested in your story as a whole and these characters individually.  Truly the mark of a good author  Wink

And BTW: as to the gender-switch Revan, I always took "Revan" as a placeholder for the character.  As far as I'm concerned: Revan became legend, any details beyond Revan's actions would become inconsequential insofar as a "detail."  Besides: a good story shouldn't be constrained or limited by "must be a man" IMO  Wink

I'm eager for Chapter 12 and especially the appearance of Mandalore the Ultimate  Smiley

Thank you so much for your comments! I'm happy to know that you are enjoying the story so far!

And I completely agree with you about the neutrality of Revan. Personally, I think it was a big mistake for them to decide any sort of "canon" for Revan or for the Exile, but Revan especially, since a large part of the character is the mystery surrounding him/her. It's part of the natural allure. On the flip side, I personally feel that if they were going to canonize, they should have gone with female, just because of the differences in content when you play the game as different genders... but that's a discussion for another day Wink

Chapter 12 is finally up, but it's a long one. Character limit for posts meant I had to divide it into 5 parts. I'm glad you're looking forward to seeing Mandalore the Ultimate, because, honestly, I'm dreading it. He's VERY different  than characters I've written in the past, so it's going to be a very new experience for me.
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