The Fall of Revan

Chapter One
Dxun, Moon of Onderon

Brilliant blue lightsaber burning hope into his allies and fear into his enemies, Jedi Knight and General of the Republic Revan whirled into the line of Mandalorian soldiers. Drawing vibroblades they held back, each knowing the prowess and power of the warrior they fought. Disdainfully, Revan made a pulling motion towards one of the soldiers, who shot forward like a missile, impaling himself on the lightsaber's blade. Onward thought Revan, as he ceased cutting a swath through the invaders’ lines and watched as his troops plunged into one of the bloodiest battles of the war thus far: Dxun, the moon of Onderon in the far reaches of the Outer Rim, had become a killing ground. Uncontrollable anger, a sort of fury that Jedi Knights were not supposed to feel, had been boiling within him for months now, first anger at the indecisive, so-called "Masters" of his Order who sat in their glistening Temple on Coruscant but did nothing, and now anger at these hopelessly outnumbered Mandalorians, who, though cut off from their fleet and with an army falling apart at the seams still fought on.

A squad of Mandalorians rushed at Revan, only to be cut to pieces, and the young Jedi re-entered the conflict. As the jungle’s darkness enveloped the young Jedi once again, it seemed to the Mandalorians as if the wind itself had a blade, slicing through one of their brethren after another. The black and red armor of the Republic's finest soldiers mixed with the assorted color of Mandalore’s finest warriors. Even in his fury, Revan felt lives being extinguished by the thousands in this inferno he had helped create. The Force itself seemed to be crying out for an end, as the jungle swayed as thousands of soldiers, fighting in close combat, saw the eyes of their enemies before they died. Revan's eyes, which even months ago had been as blue as a cloudless Corellian sky now burned yellow, consumed by the absolute hatred of these beasts he was leading to the slaughter.

His bloodlust was temporarily halted when he noticed a Republic lieutenant motioning to him.
“General Revan, sir! A Mandalorian battle group has broken through the besieging fleet and basilisks are incoming on our position!” screamed the officer, his voice nearly drowned out by the din of battle all around them. Suddenly a blaster bolt ripped through his chest and the soldier fell, gurgling.

Revan turned his attention from the corpse to the sky, only to glimpse a sight that he had to learned to fear during his time on the front – Basilisk War Droids, streaking toward the battlefield, and a Mandalorian battle fleet wreaking havoc upon his own. One of the war droids plummeted to the earth not far away, slamming home a shock wave that 50 Republic soldiers were knocked to the ground. Revan saw a Jedi, crushed beneath the beast as it landed, in two pieces under the durasteel monster. Revan drove his lightsaber to the hilt into the Mandalorian who emerged from the behemoth and backflipped away from his slain enemy, battering what seemed like an endless stream of blaster bolts from his body as he twirled. He caught sight of his closest friend and fellow Jedi Knight, Malak, who stood at the very forefront of the Republic lines, his golden lightsaber blade deflecting shot after shot back into the Mandalorian soldiers.

For months the seige of Dxun had continued unabated as tens of thousands of Republic soldiers swarmed the jungle in a desperate attempt to overrun Mandalore's greatest stronghold. Suddenly, the seige had been broken: the Mandalorian fleet had come in greater numbers than expected and had shattered the already bruised Republic enclosure around the planet, and still flashes of color lit up what could be seen of the morning sky through the nearly impenetrable jungle canopy. Transports and Basilisks were landing like flies, smashing trees and soldiers, bringing more and more of Mandalore the Ultimate’s fearless warriors into the fray. Revan was on the defensive for the first time since landing on Dxun, and his army was falling back fast. He saw a small group of Jedi Knights, his Revanchists, head for the enemy lines, trying to press home the small advantage in numbers that the Republic still had. Dozens of soldiers followed them, blaster rifles spitting red death as they closed in on the line. They were mowed down mercilessly. The Mandalorians, who had gained a grudging respect for the Jedi’s abilities and skills during the war, turned the entire line of fire onto them. Converging blaster bolts picked them off, one by one. Two Jedi actually made it to the enemy line and appeared to be making progress against their emboldened foes, only to be hacked down by vicious vibroblade wielding warriors.

Revan suddenly realized that the day was lost; his army, already weary from the constant fighting against a ruthless enemy, was suddenly outnumbered and outmatched by their foes. He immediately pressed a button on his wrist which opened a comlink to all his generals.

“Fall back into Alpha Stronghold,” he yelled, referring to the Mandalorian outpost which the Republic had lost ten thousand soldiers taking two days before. “We cannot hold them here!”

The Jedi General suddenly realized that his besieging army was now being besieged – Mandalorian turbolasers from orbiting battleships were now crashing through the canopy with frightening regularity, turning his organized retreat into a bloody rout. In a desperate attempt to slow the surging Mandalorian lines from overtaking and annihilating his own battered army, Revan heaved two Basilisks into the front of the enemy lines. Using the Force, he crushed the small fusion reactors inside, causing a pair of explosions so great they utterly obliterated a whole battalion of Mandalorian soldiers in an instant. Gasping from the use of power so great, he fought with a rearguard of his Revanchists. His attempt to slow the relentless Mandalorian counterattack was not successful: thousands more Republic soldiers and dozens of Jedi Knights fell in the three-kilometer retreat. The Mandalorians, now holding the utmost advantage, brought up mobile artillery, and began shelling the Republic legions as they themselves had been pummelled for months before.

“Soldiers of the Galactic Republic! Hold firm against the enemy! These savages will shatter like starfighters in an asteroid field against our defenses! Your goal, my friends, is simple: let no Mandalorian step foot in this base alive!” Revan screamed to the one hundred thousand soldiers and Jedi assembled before him within the ruins they now called home. Turbolasers crashed down behind him, their emerald tint casting an eerie light upon his army. A great roar of cheers went up throughout the massed ranks, their joy at even these small words from their invincible general causing them to forget the terror of battle and the hell of war.

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Star Wars: Rebellion

The skies over Coronet burned with the fires of a pair of dying Star Destroyers, much to the satisfaction of Senator Garm Bel Iblis. Not three weeks ago, Galen Marek had died; Galen Marek, the Jedi who had been Darth Vader's apprentice; Galen Marek, who had been the true founder of Bel Iblis' precious Rebel Alliance. Peregrine had just lifted off from Bel Iblis' private estate outside Corellia's capital, rising to meet his allies who had just temporarily rid Corellian space of the Imperial scourge. The orbital shipyards were being emptied now, dozens of modified Dreadnaughts, the new Rebel Assault Frigates, firing up their reactors as Corellian Engineering Corporation revealed their loyalty in the fledgling civil war.

This daring raid had only been made possible by the rescue of Incom's scientists and their prototype X-wing from Fresia; Senator Organa had secretly transmitted the blueprints to CEC, who had built hundreds in the past two weeks. They had erupted from the dockyards and beset the Imperial garrison, swiftly destroying the Star Destroyers who were ambling too close to the shipyards. Now, a true fleet had emerged: seventy CR90 Blockade Runner Corvettes, fifty Assassin-class Corvettes, forty Assault Frigates, and hundreds of X-wings and Y-wings. There was even a nearly finished Star Destroyer confiscated, to be taken to the Rebel headquarters at Dantooine and their small shipyards there. The Corellian Senator smiled; the Empire would have cause to fear them now.

"All elements, form on Peregrine. Set coordinates for deep space, 2 lightyears out, to throw the Imperials off the track. Then head on to Dantooine. See you there at oh six-hundred hours. Bel Iblis out."

The starlines curved around the old Republic Dreadnaught, and hundreds of Rebel starships shot into hyperspace.

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Alderaan

"Princess, your father requests to know whether Senator Bel Iblis has replied about the delivery of the critical parts he was supposed to have sent to Mon Mothma today," said Winter, her white hair glistening in Alderaan's sun as she stepped onto the veranda of the royal palace, dozens of stories above the valley where Senator Bail Organa and his family resided.

"He has, Winter. He sent a message a few moments ago that all the parts are en route, as well as a surprise congratulatory present for the Senator," replied Princess Leia Organa from her reclined position on a couch, basking in the warm sunlight. "He asked Father to meet him at Dee Too at his own convenience."

Winter frowned; the code name for the headquarters at Dantooine had always struck her as odd. "I'm afraid your father has other ideas, my dear. You are to go there in his stead; he must attend to his duties in the Senate. You are the junior Senator from Alderaan; you will not be missed."

Leia bowed her head formally and stood up, stretching her arms far over her head. "I'll leave at once; is Tantive IV ready?"

"Of course, Princess," replied her confidant. "The crew is already aboard."

Not twenty standard minutes later, the Corvette blasted off of the docking pad at the top of the Alderaanian palace, the red Rebel insignia, that of the slain Sith-turned-Jedi Marek's family, emblazoned on both sides, boldly screaming defiance to the Empire.