Darth Revan, Dark Lord of the Sith was, as more and more commonly found, stressed. Pacing the dirt floor of his humble quarters, he slowly recounted everything
that had happened in the past few months of this never-ending war. All around the universe, planets were slowly leaning towards the cause of the Sith Empire.
Stories of the great slaughters of the Jedi were filling the Universe, reeking fear on those who seek protection from the worthless Republic scum. The Sith
were about to deliver the killing blow to the head of the Republic on the small forest-filled world of Ruusan. They all knew, the Sith were on their way to
galactic domination!
Or were they?
Jedi reinforcements had just arrived upon Ruusan, creating a final line of defense, the only obstacle between the Sith and glorious victory. Pressing in from both flank (the forest) and forward (the plains), the Jedi were slowly crushing the Sith army, demoralizing them and destroying their provisions, defensive lines, and most important, souls. Dark Revan's Brotherhood of Darkness was in chaos, in danger of destruction. A dam suddenly burst. A flood of rage and uncontrolled passion unleashed itself. The wave of fury slowly blew over Revan. Cursing, he picked himself up on his feet once again. Someone was bound to come by to see what the racket was all about. Dusting off his robes, he looked around. His tent was unrecognizable. He must have unleashed a flurry of lightening in his anger. Practically all of his possessions had been ruined, scorched. It was good thing he had left all of his valuables at his office on Korriban, at the Academy he taught at when not on the battlefield.
Now to await whoever would come to check on him.
Or were they?
Jedi reinforcements had just arrived upon Ruusan, creating a final line of defense, the only obstacle between the Sith and glorious victory. Pressing in from both flank (the forest) and forward (the plains), the Jedi were slowly crushing the Sith army, demoralizing them and destroying their provisions, defensive lines, and most important, souls. Dark Revan's Brotherhood of Darkness was in chaos, in danger of destruction. A dam suddenly burst. A flood of rage and uncontrolled passion unleashed itself. The wave of fury slowly blew over Revan. Cursing, he picked himself up on his feet once again. Someone was bound to come by to see what the racket was all about. Dusting off his robes, he looked around. His tent was unrecognizable. He must have unleashed a flurry of lightening in his anger. Practically all of his possessions had been ruined, scorched. It was good thing he had left all of his valuables at his office on Korriban, at the Academy he taught at when not on the battlefield.
Now to await whoever would come to check on him.
