Midday, in the center of Coruscant…
Revan stood crouched behind the shell of a crashed land speeder , a squad of four soldiers huddled behind him. About ten feet ahead, eight massive assault tanks lumbered into view: fifteen tons of steel and heavy ordinance that could easily decimate an enemy if caught in the open. Thankfully, these weren't any ordinary soldiers.
"On my mark, plan the charges, then run for cover," Revan said to them in a low whisper. The four soldiers nodded silently as the seconds ticked away.
Three…
Two…
One!
"NOW!" Revan shouted.
In a flash, the soldiers ran forward, the ash-grey color of their armor hiding their advance. In a matter of seconds the tanks were half covered in demolition charges, their receivers flashing crimson. Just as they had taken cover behind a withered streetlight, the charges went off with a resounding BOOM! The tanks were enveloped in a storm of fire, reducing each to rubble once the dust had settled. Unfortunately, their display of guerrilla warfare had not gone unnoticed. Groups of soldiers ran to the scene, attempting to drive the attackers back with a hail of blaster fire. Revan and his men stood their ground, with the soldiers firing from what little cover remained while he charged ahead. Using the Force, he augmented his speed, gliding past his attackers while he sliced, dismembered and decapitated each in turn. However, his advance was cut short by a group of battle droids, the pale yellow color of their plating prominent in the morning sun. Suddenly, and without warning, a red skinned man clad in elaborate robes leaped in front of Revan. Instead of brandishing a lightsaber, he raised his hands upward, making violet lightning billow from the sky. The droids tried to resist, but short-circuited one by one.
What a strange time this is, Revan thought to himself. First we were adversaries, now we're trusted allies.
That much was true. This was the latest of many victories they had achieved together, and there was a flicker of goodness in Vowrawn. He would never admit how much but there was a sense of compassion that tempered his calculations and plans, something Revan had come to admire.
As the last fell, the figure, Darth Vowrawn turned to Revan.
"My heavens, that was exhilarating!" he said in a elegant, well mannered voice.
Letting out a light chuckle, Revan replied,
"Thanks Vowrawn, but send me some advance warning next time."
Smiling, Vowrawn said,
"Ah, but what's warfare without a little theatricality and flair?"
As he spoke, dozens of HK units, some 50's and 51's entered and began patrolling the streets, killing Initiative and Inheritor alike.
"That's true," Revan said, "because the fight is far from over."
"Not to worry, my friend," Vowrawn replied, "because while our enemies may be one step ahead of us, I am fifty ahead. And sooner or later we can crush this rebellion."
"I just hope Obi-Wan and the others are having as good luck as we are," Revan wondered…
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| Revan |
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| Darth Vowrawn |
