Chapter One: Coming to Pass
Revan stood at the edge of the large podium that sat in front of the valley of the dark lords. The Academy behind him in the near distance.
“Malak is dead!” he listened to Bastila cry out to the battalion of Sith soldiers that occupied the valley. “All hail the new, true Dark Lord of the Sith! All hail, Revan!”
Thousands of cries shouted in chants of, “All hail, Revan! All hail, Revan!”
He smiled proudly to Bastila. The bump in her stomach had grown only a little in the last few months, but he could now tell that she was indeed pregnant with his child.
She turned to face him. “They are yours, my lord.”
Revan stepped forward and cried out, “the Republic is crippled! Its forces no longer pose a threat to us! With the Star Forge we shall reclaim the galaxy in the name of the Sith!”
Thousands of cheers went up into the air, and Revan ignited his lightsaber, smiling down below once more. “To the end,” he whispered to himself.
Carth Onasi leapt behind a giant boulder that sat on the edge of one of the small beaches that lay themselves among Rakata Prime. Several blaster bolts flew over head, some searing the very top of the boulder itself, and nearly his hair.
“Hey, watch it!” he yelled. “I happen to like this haircut!” His hair had grown longer in the past two months that he had been trapped on the planet. Stubble caressed his cheeks and under his chin, and dark circles were under his eyes.
He had not had enough sleep as it was, and ever since more Sith shown up, it had gotten worse. Not to mention the anger that swelled up inside him every time he thought about his pursuers. Led by a man he had once considered his friend.
“Carth!” He heard the voice of Canderous Ordo ring out into the air. “Come out and play, Carth! Why do you keep on attempting to evade us like this?”
“It’s gone alright so far!” yelled back Carth. “And seen as though that’s the case, I’ll continue on taking my chances, thank you!”
“Join us, Carth!” said Canderous. “The Republic is a stagnant beast that is crumbling under its own weight. Soon, it shall fall.”
“How can you do this, Canderous?” asked Carth. “We travelled together for only the Force knows how long for, and yet here you are: intent on killing me if I do not join you.” He considered just for a moment as to what it would be like if he did join the Sith. He could lie, and escape once they get back to Korriban, steal a ship then head to one of the far reaches of the galaxy. But no, that would not work, Revan would be at Korriban, he felt it. And he would be able to distinguish between Carth’s true intentions and his lies.
His thoughts travelled back to Dustil at the Academy. He could not turn him back to the Republic; Revan had made sure of that. In fact, knowing the devil Revan is, he would send Dustil to kill Carth, just for the pleasure of seeing the two fight.
But if he could persuade Dustil to come back to the light then perhaps there may be a chance that the galaxy may be saved! As he made his decision, he threw his blaster back over his head and said, “Fine, I will come quietly. I need to speak to Revan.”
“Oh, you will get your chance,” smiled Canderous. “I’m glad you decided the best option for yourself Carth. I knew you would never be stupid enough to go against Revan. But just as a security precaution.” He pointed his carbine in Carth’s face. “You’re going to be in front of me.” He indicated to the Sith soldier next to him. “Slap the stun cuffs on him.”
Carth felt the uncomfortable tingle go through his body as the cuffs were wrapped around his wrists. How do I get myself into these situations?
He thought miserably to himself...
Carth sat quietly in the passenger bay area in the Sith transport vessel. He was not sure as to how long they had been travelling through Hyperspace but he was sure they would have to reach Korriban soon. With each passing moment, his insides squirmed in trepidation. If he would to live past this day, he admitted to himself, even he would be surprised.
Revan was a brilliant teller of character. He could tell when a person was not whom they said to be. But if he could manage to escape before he reached Revan, then just maybe he would be able to get away for good. He bowed his head in shame. How could he have managed to trust again? He knew the effects of betrayal from Saul...
“We are coming up on Korriban, sir,” reported the Sith pilot.
“Good,” replied Canderous. “Now we shall see how strong you are,” he added to Carth.
The ship exited from Hyperspace, and Carth looked through the viewscreen at the giant orange orb that was the planet of Korriban. He did not like it the last time he was here; where Revan had managed to slaughter the entire Academy, and its two leaders. Yuthura and Uthar, he remembered.
Dustil was not there. He must have left before the massacre, or hid whilst it was being ‘cleansed’ (as Revan had put it).
Carth watched as they entered the clouds that were positioning themselves over the academy that continued to grow larger until they landed on the very top of the ancient structure. The sith trooper sitting behind Carth, poked him in the back and said, “Up,”
Carth stood and followed Canderous down the small exiting ramp, and stood upon the roof of the Academy. It was then his heart sank in despair.
Revan was already there, standing with Bastila, a large twi’lek he did not know, and his own son, Dustil.
Revan watched the craft land, and the ramp lower. His feelings toward his old friend remained the same. He liked Carth, and that is why he did not really want to kill him. Hopefully he had thought about his decision wisely before coming here. Revan had his lightsaber pinned to his side just in case.
Canderous came up to him. “As you can see, we were successful in finding and capturing him, Revan. What would you like done with him now?”
Revan aimlessly waved his hand aside, “leave us,” he said. “I wish to speak to Carth alone,”
Canderous nodded, and him and the other troopers, along with Bastila and the twi’lek left. Dustil remained still.
Revan looked at him directly. “Alone,” he repeated.
Dustil hesitated for only a second longer before acknowledging his father, then Revan and walked off. His head hung low.
“He thinks I mean to kill you,” explained Revan as he turned back around to face Carth.
“Is that what you have planned, Revan?” asked Carth.
Revan considered the question for a moment. “If I must,” he said. "It is not what I would like to do however. I admire you Carth. You are wise and strong: A pure soldier in heart; someone who I could use in the conquest to come.”
“The Republic is fine the way it is,” argued Carth. “This is just a stepping stone. It will rebuild itself in time.”
“But how much time do you think we have?” insisted Revan. “Even now, as we speak, small factions are building themselves across the galaxy. They think that they will be strong to overthrow what little the Republic is left and rule for themselves. Imagine then what would happen if they were successful? It would mean anarchy and non-stop war; I ask you this: is that what you want?”
“Of course not-” started Carth
“Well then join me!” said Revan. “I need you Carth! To cleanse this galaxy and make a new one fit for living. Imagine it: a galaxy of peace, far from war and despair. In the rule of the Sith the New Empire would reign for millennia! No more death, no more defeat and tiring battles that will eventually consume every living being in this universe. Join me, Carth! Join me and live the life you have dreamt of ever since you started your service to the Republic! I can promise you the future they offered you but didn’t fulfil. Join me!”
Carth looked at Revan. He had a point, even though Carth hated to admit it. The Republic was dying, this he could not ignore. All he ever wanted was to live in a galaxy that was safe enough for his family. And, even now, as he considered his friends proposal, it did not seem as farfetched as what it had been with the Republic.
He thought of Dustil. The very memory of his son’s smiling face was warming to his heart. And to be able to see him starting his own family, and not being harassed by worlds destroyed by war was an inviting thought indeed. But it all came down to what the Sith had done. What they stood for. Carth was not one of them, he could never be.
“I know what you are thinking,” said Revan as he continued to gaze at Carth with his intricate stare. “You think that if you join me, you will be joining the Sith that had been raised and used by Malak. In that, my friend, you are wrong. I am different than the former Sith Master. I kill only those who deserve it, not helpless innocents. I aim to create a filled galaxy of strong hearted men and women who will be able to lead normal lives, but will also not be afraid to stand for what they believe in. It is a kind of galaxy I dreamt of ever since I first discovered the first Star Map on Dantooine.
“I am no meaningless murderer Carth," continued Revan. "I know what you have thought of me ever since we first started on the mission for the Star Forge. I have been ruthless, cunning and sometimes dangerously close to becoming a killer. But back then I was arrogant, untrained and immature. Now I know what needs to be done. I will protect the Empire, I will sustain it, and I will take care of it. This I promise. But I need you. Without your help, and your cunningness for survival and determination to see things through to the end, I doubt I will be able to finish what I strive to do. So I ask you this once again: Will you join me, Carth? Leave the Republic behind and start a new life in the Sith? The new Sith?”
Carth walked to the edge of the Academy and looked over the edge. He could see small tiny dots down below walking in and out of the Academy’s front entrance. Taking a deep breath, but not looking at Revan, he said with a heavy heart, “Yes. I will join you, Revan. But only because I believe that you are different from Malak and the other Sith that have ever been called to this religion. I know that if I refuse, I will be killed. All I want is to have a galaxy that Dustil just may one day have his own family, and not be worried that that day could be their last. Yes, Revan.” He repeated. “I will join you.”
He felt a hand touch his shoulder and he turned to see Revan’s face. “Then so it be done!” he said. He held out a hand and waited for Carth to clasp it, and when he did, Revan said, “to a new and thriving Galaxy!”