Enigmatic

Revan entered the sith temple only minutes after his discussion with his newly found apprentice. He sensed his prescence in the temple, and followed it until he came upon a room. "Good...but before we begin...I want to know your history....your past..."

Revan made his way into the academy and into the one of the training rooms nearby. He called out to Tarfuda through the force. "Meet me in the first training room on your right.."

Revan stared deeply into the Wookiee's eyes before speaking. "Good, then meet me in the temple. We'll begin your training." OOC: (Post in Konegreich now, the academy.)

Revan noticed his apprentice putting his guard up as he awaited for the Sith Lord. Revan approached him, with a slight smirk hidden under his face mask. "No need to put your guard up here my young apprentice...no one is going to waste their time with a sith with such limited power.." There was a moment of silence before Revan spoke out once more. "I will let you know...the training will not be easy. It will be rough, not only physically but mentally. You will be brutally put into shape. Are you sure you are ready for the tasks ahead of you?"

Revan was interupted by a force disturbance. He felt the prescence of his soon to be apprentice arrive on the planet. Sighing, he looked to his fellow sith. "My apprentice has arrived, I will return." Leaving the office, he headed towards the academy, talking to Tarfuda through force telepathy. "Do not be alarmed. I know this may feel strange. I am using force telepathy to speak with you, you cannot speak back for you have not learned this ability yet. In time you will. Meet me by the landing dock."

Revan was concerned with Venom's progression. There were very few members, and if war erupted, surely they would be ill-numbered. "Not as productive as I thought it would be. I went in search of an apprentice, but had no luck in aquiring one. My main focus is going to be directed towards this squad." Revan sat down, relaxing himself. "Have you begun basic yet?"

Revan shot into the atmosphere of Cardia and immediatly landed his ship onto the landing pad. With both Revan and Nokrt commanding Venom Division, it would surely be a deathly blow to the Alliance in battle. Hopping out, he went straight for the Command Office, where Sith Lord Nokrt (And Friend ) was sitting. "I've returned. How are things holding up?" Commander Revan spoke out as he entered the office.

((Legal Double Post)) Revan decided that Venom Division was the most of his concern at the moment. He entered his ship and left towards Cardia.

The sith lord exited space and entered the atmosphere of Mechis III. Due to the fact that he was a Sith Lord, he had access to the planet. The planet's defenses identified his ship and allowed him passage. Landing in the hangar, he got out of his ship. "Now time to find an apprentice.." He then began his search for an apprentice of his own.

Revan turned towards Nokrt as he walked up to him. "I have current business to attend to on Mechis, I assume you will take care of things here solo until my return" Nodding, he went to the landing pad and entered his ship punching in the coordinates for Mechis III.

Revan turned only to see Commander and Sith Lord Nokrt arrive on the spot. The soldiers saluted as well as Revan as he walked over to the Sith Lord. "Welcome Commander" Commander Nokrt immediatly made his opening speech as Revan stood behind him. When all was said, Revan approached Nokrt with a holopad of each member. "Due to the lack of recruits, I don't think we should go into the more advanced training until we get more enlisted recruits."

Revan soon sent out a quick message to all squad members via com link in Venom Division. "All squad members in Venom Division, Basic Training will be postponed until Commander and Sith Lord Nokrt arrives. Sit tight, and get some rest until further notice."

He smiled at the soldier under his face mask as he took a step closer to the soldier. "Well Zon...I see your formalities are up to par...now get in line with the rest of your fellow squad members." He had them all line up as he awaited for the rest of the squad to show up for basic.

Revan continued down the list as a small pack of soldiers gathered before him, all apart of his squad. He wandered his eyes around the area, getting a glimpse of the squad he would be commanding for some time. Resting his hands on his hips, he was halted by a soldier who decided to abruptly introduce himself more....freely then the others. "And your name is soldier?" He eyed him up and down as he awaited his reply.

The atmosphere was clouded with dust, the reminence of a battle yet to be finished. Still, ships began to blast away at eachother, each with a goal of victory. Revan's ship, a small fighter ship flew through the ruccus between the two factions like a needle in a haystack. Swarming through, he landed on the landing pad near the Imperial Garrison. He was the newly appointed Squadron Leader of Venom Division. Eventually without hesitation, a low ranking imperial officer came running towards him with a data pad in his hand. "Sir, here is the current roster of Venom Division." Grabbing it, Revan handed the officer his cloak as he walked by. Taking a look, the first soldier on his list was Zon. His description was one of a Shock Trooper, which was very common, however needed. Continouing his walk, he awaited for his new recruits to show up, being that he wasnt going to go out of his way to look for them. For if they were to survive a real life battle, first they have to learn to do things on their own.

Revan smiled as the rank of Sith Lord was set upon him. He nodded as he began to turn away. "Thank you master, I will not let you down." He walked along the bridge and out towards the hangar where his ship was waiting. Hopping in, he set out into space towards his next destination which was currently unknown.

Revan got the reply from KR almost as soon as he sent it. "Yes Master, I will be there shortly." The new star destroyer was orbiting above Cardia at this very moment due to the conflict that made its way to the sith planet. The Jedi were hosting an attack, and Cardia would be a great challenge to take. Moving to his ship, he hopped in sending it upwards towards space where the star destroyer floated above the battle. When he was close, the hangar doors opened and he slid right in. Landing his ship gently, he hopped out moving towards the sliding doors. Walking into the ship, he followed the pathway to the bridge, coming up as he saw the Dark Lord himself training with one of his apprentices. Moving cautiously towards him, Revan spoke out. "Hello Master...it is good to see you. I have fully recovered, and I must speak to you about taking my last steps in apprenticeship."

Revan was replenished. Recovered. Regenerated. His body stepped from the cloning cylinder as the carbon air soared behind him in a thundering muster. His robes were layed perfectly folded along the table along with his face mask. Strapping his essential attire on, he descended down the medical bay stairs and soon found himself out of the temple. His eyes were blistering red, and vengence swirled in his blood. He would hunt Nom eventually, however not for his saber, but for the Jedi carrying it. When he adapted to the enviornment once more, as though just being born, he contacted the Dark Lord himself through the force. Master, I have fully recovered and ready to aid the sith once more. However, I need to speak with you, where can I find you?

((3)) Nom's continous talent in defense kept Revan at bay with most of his powerful attacks. It seemed like none of Revan's plans or attacks were getting by the Jedi Master, and it was only causing revan to become fatigued. His bones and muscles began to weaken to a state where he became drastically slower. Haste was not an option at this point. "It seems you haven't lost your touch over all these years..." Revan smirked as he inhaled and exhaled vigourously, sucking in air to keep his body moving and able to keep the duel going. He was wearing down quickly, and if he did not end this duel quickly, he would never get a chance to again. He continued to pound heavy attacks onto Nom, trying to trap him so that he may unleash his final blow upon the Jedi Master. His lightsaber whizzed in the air, the force aiding him in his hasty attacks. Both blades crashed against eachother, creating sparks in the air around them. They were both surrounded by a strong force aura, each using the force to their own benefit. It was as though two, large freight trains were colliding into eachother constantly, creating a shockwave every now and then. Revan's heartbeat inreased as the duel went on. But as his hearbeat ascended, his will to go on descended. He continued to flail his saber around in a sloppy manner, each swing aided by all the strength he had left. It was just about over. It was only to his surprise that as Nom finally swung for his mid section, Revan was able to block it. He shot his lightsaber down horizantly, however the momentum behind Nom's attack was too strong for Revan to keep a tight grip around his crimson blade. The lightsaber flew from his hands, and into the air. It landed on the ground, bouncing a few times along the solid crust. The crimson blade retreated into the metallic hilt. The deactivation of the saber was the mark for the end of the duel. Along with Revan. However, although the odds were against him, Revan wouldn't give up...he...couldn't give up. Even though he lost his lightsaber, he still had the force by his side. Pushing forwards, he unleashed a wave of force towards the Jedi Master, the blast throwing him back. And with one last reach for strength, he pushed his hand forwards for the jedi's throat, attempting to kill him with his bare hands...

Parts of his ribcage were beginning to wear and snap as Nom continously pounded against his chest. It left him wounded, but it wasn't enough to end the fight so quickly. Revan's breathing became intense, as if his air circulation was cut off. He could feel his ribs dangle inside of him, slamming against vital organs as he moved around. He winced here and there, but showed very little emotion besides anger. "Sometimes you have to take a hit....to give one..." The sith continued to slam weak, but fast attacks upon the Jedi, trying every way possible to wear him down. The only advantage that he had was that Nom was of an older age. However, that was taking little effect in this duel. It seems the emotion was driving both of them at an equal level. Parry after parry, Revan felt as though he was getting no where, which only heightened his driving anger that raged inside of him like a disease. It was a constant flow of hatred, making his decisions, and most of all thinking for him. As if bound to happen, their sabers locked. The two colors intertwined with eachother, creating a various mix of green and crimson. The colors washed onto their faces as they glared into eachother's eyes, each exhausted with the pressure of death and shame. Sweat moved down Revan's face as he continued to apply pressure onto his saber, pressing against's Noms. Although Revan figured he had the upper hand, Nom took the first attack once again. His knee soon slammed against Revan's wounded ribcage once more, sending the cracked and broken ribs swirling inside of his gut. They pierced his sides, sending a wave of excruciating pain throughout his body. As he kept his strength into his arms, pressing against Nom's saber, he watched as the Jedi Master prepared for yet another attack. Gritting his teeth, he watched as Nom's knee was sent towards his chest once more. This time however, if connected, would puncture his ribs so badly, he would not be able to stand. Taking immediate defensive maneuvers, He used all his strength to push the saber to the side. He then spun around the knee, sendnig his lightsaber hilt against the side of Nom, colliding into his kidney. He watched as drips of blood sprung from the Jedi's mouth from the collision. Having yet another open spot for an attack as Nom curled to ease his side, he slammed his elbow into the Jedi's mouth, splitting his lips against his teeth as his head cocked back. Using his anger, he drove his lightsaber upwards towards the Jedi's neck, expecting to decapitate him with one blow. ((2))

Perfect.. Revan thought to himself as his lightsaber dangled in the breeze. This was what he has been waiting for all this time. All his training. All the violent images and gruesome excersizes. They were all for this moment. This would faze his destiny and the outcome would determine his future. "I don't need the teachings of a father who abandons his son..." Revan kept his ground, his feet plantedin a sort of defensive pattern. It wasn't his usual way, but in order to defeat a Jedi Master at a mere "Lord" rank, he would have to play defense for a while. As soon as each of them spit out their meaningless, vile words to eachother, Nom made the first move. He ran towards Revan, his lightsaber cutting through the thin air that surrounded them. The humming of the two blades soon crashed against eachother, emitting small sparks from the connection. Revan merely began to move back a few steps, and then circle him, trying hard not to let him corner him. He kept his lightsaber up in a defensive pattern, his eyes peernig left and right as Nom's lightsaber crashed towards him. "I see you haven't lost your touch..." Revan formed a smirk, still blocking Nom's tedious attacks. The Jedi Master's lightsaber came whizzing towards his feet. It was a slow attack, therefore making it simple to parry. However, as Revan's lightsaber met Nom's, the Jedi Master swung his lightsaber uwpards directly after not to incapacitate him, but to kill. Using his reflexes, he threw himself backwards nearly falling off balance in the process as the lightsaber just missed his neck. He felt the heat scorch his skin from the near miss. Using the powerful attack as an advantage, Revan decided to move onto the offensive. When Nom finished his swing, Revan lunged forwards for his chest, hoping to catch him off guard and end this fight. ((1))

Revan watched as Nom approached him. The very filth that abandoned him so many years ago. He left him, without notice and now it was time for his vengence. Revan wasn't exactly ready, but he was confident. He smirked as he listened to the pathetic words that seeped from Nom's mouth. "Your right...but lost?...no no...you are mistaken there. I am not lost. I have just been found." He paused for a moment, tensing his grip on his lightsaber. "I was lost...when you left me...left me there alone...but you know all about that...dont you.." It was then when he ignited his lightsaber. The crimson blade shot up in a beam of light. He raised it and faced it towards the Jedi Master. OOC: Of course I'm up for it. 3 posts each, modded. Done.

Revan noticed the many Imperial troops gathering themselves around the base in a defensive pattern, trying to defend Cardia. His lightsaber was still tightly gripped in his hand as he walked around, aiding the sith in defending the planet. However, he was soon halted by a prescence....a familiar prescence nearby...that...haunted him. He knew who it was, and he knew eventually he would show up, he just...didn't want to believe it. A smirk formed upon his lips as he looked into the sky where he felt the prescence. Nom Anor. His former master, back when he was a Jedi. His grip on his lightsaber tightened as he reached out into the force. So...we meet again...

Twisting and turning, Revan's ship shot out of hyperspace soon entering hell itself. Debri was floating around everywhere, carbon dust scorched the atmosphere, and violent explosions illuminated the dark hands of space. It was difficult to dodge the many broken ships that floated around. Small convoys could be seen shooting off ships towards the planet, eaching containing a squad of either jedi or alliance soldiers. Swirving through, he spiraled downwards towards the planet, escaping the hellish fight from above. Soaring into the planet's atmosphere, he landed near the Imperial Base. The landing pad was filled with ships, mostly Sith who came to defend the planet. Landing, he hopped out and reached out with the force to contact his master. Master Ryu...I have landed on the planet to aid the sith in defending the planet. Where would you have me go? With that said, he took the lightsaber from his belt and tightly gripped it in his hand. Searching around, he peered out for any Jedi intruders that are looking for a death wish...

Revan seized his cloak from the med bay as he slid it across his back and through his arms. He used the force to summon his saber into his right hand, clipping it to his belt. Standing up, he stretched his legs from the long and tedious slumber he drifted into. Supposedly, Cardia was under attack by the Jedi, and all Sith are needed. That would be his calling. Killing a few Jedi would surely secure his way into the Sith Order as a Lord. The Dark Lord would surely be pleased with his efforts to defend Cardia, and he would do whatever it took. Walking out of the med bay, he stepped outside. His ship was just outside, landed in the landing pad. His black cloak slid across the ground behind him/ Hopping into the cockpit, he set the coordinates to Cardia. The ship then shot off soon reaching hyperspace.