"Victory is not always won in open conflict. Sometimes it is claimed in silence — before the battle begins." Revan Mandalorian Wars and Jedi Civil War
The cold halls of Castle Serenno echoed with a low, sinister hum. Flickering candlelight cast shifting shadows across the stone walls. Count Dooku, cloaked in black, stood before a shimmering red holoprojector, his eyes narrowed as he absorbed the words of his master, Darth Sidious.
Sidious: "The Republic thrives in complacency. The Jedi believe the Clone Army is their shield, their greatest weapon. But it will become their greatest weakness."
Dooku: "And Revan? He remains silent, inscrutable. His growing influence among the Jedi is troubling."
Sidious: "Let him believe the clones are still on Kamino, under Republic control. Our signal remains strong. Revan's silence only delays the inevitable."
Dooku's lips curled into a cold smile.
Dooku: "Then we play the long game. We will unleash the Separatists. The Clone Wars will begin… and with it, the Jedi's fall."
The hologram vanished. Dooku turned toward the heavy drapes, the storm outside echoing the war soon to come.
Thousands of lightyears away, beneath the quiet plains of Dantooine, a different story unfolded.
Far below the surface, in secret chambers bathed in soft blue light, the Star Forge hummed with restrained power. Once a legend lost to history, it had been reclaimed and reborn through Revan's genius.
Ships and battle droids materialized within the Forge's vast hangars, their sleek frames gleaming under artificial lights.
Beside them, rows upon rows of cloning tanks shimmered with life, operated by a cadre of Kaminoan scientists carefully relocated in secret by Revan. Their sterile voices echoed faintly through the halls.
Status Report:
All Kamino still broadcasts active clone production signals.
Clones remain free from inhibitor chips.
clone production at 100%
Revan's presence was everywhere. His vigilant eyes, both on the surface and deep within the Forge's control chambers, guided every step of the operation.
A massive holomap hovered in the center of the room, displaying a complex schematic titled Project Last Bastion.
The plan to convert Dantooine from a simple planet into a fully mobile planetary space station was nearing completion.
Project Completion: 98%
Only two beings outside this chamber knew the full scope—Revan and his adopted younger brother, Naruto.
Naruto stood quietly, hands glowing softly with his chakra, his blue eyes like the deepest ocean, distant but resolute. He looked up at Revan with fierce determination.
Naruto: "I remember everything, Master. You took me in when I was just four years old. You told me who my parents were—how they loved me, and the sacrifice they made so I could live."
Revan: "Your father was a warrior unlike any other, and your mother a beacon of hope. They left behind more than just memories. Their courage flows through your veins."
Naruto's fingers clenched as he focused.
Naruto: "I've been studying his fighting style, his control over chakra. And… the Nine-Tails inside me—Kurama—is no longer a beast I fear. He's my friend now."
Revan (softly): "That bond will protect you when darkness comes. Together, you will be unstoppable."
Naruto's face hardened with resolve.
Naruto: "I want to be ready. Not just for myself, but for everyone who depends on us."
Revan placed a steady hand on Naruto's shoulder.
Revan: "You will be. And I will stand with you."
In the bustling mess hall of the Jedi Enclave, peace was punctuated by laughter and playful chaos.
Clone commanders discovered their uniforms glowing faintly under certain lights—an invisible ink prank activated just as they gathered for council.
The kitchen droids served blue noodles shaped meticulously like Revan's helmet, while the holo-displays showed unexpected holograms of Gungans performing comical dances.
Commander Bly (grumbling): "Uzumaki! Where are you?!"
Naruto and Ahsoka dashed through the hallways, giggling as they narrowly escaped a volley of harmless training darts.
Ahsoka (laughing): "You really made the council's holo show those dancing Gungans?"
Naruto (grinning): "Of course! Even the clones need to learn how to have fun."
From a quiet balcony overlooking the courtyard, Revan watched the scene with a rare smile, the tension of the coming war eased momentarily by youthful joy.
As dusk settled, Revan convened with his trusted inner circle in a secure chamber deep within the Enclave.
Shaak Ti, glowing softly with the beginnings of her pregnancy.
Aayla Secura, steady and composed, her hand resting lightly on Shaak Ti's shoulder.
Qui-Gon Jinn, serene and perceptive.
Clone Commanders Cody and Alpha, sharp-eyed and loyal.
Obi-Wan Kenobi, newly knighted, stands proudly yet respectfully.
Shaak Ti spoke first, her voice gentle but firm.
Shaak Ti: "Our sensors still detect active clone production signals from Kamino. The illusion is flawless."
Aayla: "And what of Dantooine?"
Revan's voice lowered, almost a whisper.
Revan: "The plan is nearly complete. Within one more cycle, we will have the means to move the entire Enclave. A sanctuary in the stars."
Naruto's gaze locked with Revan's, understanding the magnitude of what was hidden even from most of the Council.
Meanwhile, on the towering heights of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, Master Yoda and Mace Windu surveyed a city teetering on the edge of chaos.
Mace: "The old guard clings stubbornly to their ways. The younglings, the knights, the masters… many have already left for Dantooine."
Yoda: "Not lost, they are. Found their future, they have."
Mace: "And Revan's vision?"
Yoda: "Trust in him, I do. Much darkness he has seen, yet hope he carries."
Mace exhaled slowly.
Mace: "Then we remain here. Guardians of the Republic."
Yoda: "But the true light… it grows elsewhere."
Away from war's shadow, life still bloomed.
In a secluded garden on Dantooine, Anakin Skywalker and Padmé Amidala shared quiet moments, their marriage a balm against the gathering storm. Their hands intertwined, whispered promises passed between them like the soft wind.
Nearby, Naruto and Ahsoka exchanged shy glances and tentative touches—young love sparking amidst training and pranks.
In the calm of Revan's private quarters, Shaak Ti, her form beginning to swell with new life, rested against Aayla Secura and Revan's embrace—a family forged in uncertain times.
Revan stood beneath the twin moons of Dantooine, gazing at the stars that held their futures.
The Star Forge hummed quietly beneath his feet, a promise of sanctuary, a beacon of hope.
The war was coming. The Clone Wars.