"A silent blade cuts deepest in the storm."
— Itachi Uchiha
The first shadow of Dantooine had been cast.
Coruscant – Jedi Temple, Deep Archives, Midnight
The once-glorious Jedi Temple was now dim and hollow. The corridors echoed not with the excitement of younglings but with the heavy footfalls of two of the last Jedi Masters still stationed on the galactic capital.
Mace Windu moved silently, draped in a travel-worn cloak. Yoda, slower with age but still sharp as ever, walked beside him, his gimer stick tapping softly on the floor.
Before them stood a sealed vault, marked with ancient runes and Jedi script.
"Everything we've preserved… all our Order has learned," Mace said quietly.
Yoda rested a hand on the vault. "Lost, it would be, if left here. Safer, Dantooine is."
They unlocked the vault together. Inside, shelves of holocrons—Jedi, Sith, and everything in between—glowed dimly in suspended stasis. Forbidden lore. Sacred teachings. Ancient wisdom.
A transport ship waited in the shadows of Coruscant's lower levels. No fanfare. No witnesses.
To the Senate and the Council members still too stubborn to leave, Mace and Yoda had simply departed on a long-term mission—to "observe outer rim Jedi activity."
But they knew the truth.
"The Jedi Temple may stand," Mace said, loading the holocrons onto the ship. "But the Jedi Order no longer lives here."
Yoda looked out the viewport at the Coruscanti skyline one last time. "Begun, the end has. But not for us."
The shuttle vanished into the dark sky.
The ramp lowered onto Dantooine's planet.
Out stepped Mace Windu, expression heavy but calm, followed by Master Yoda, cradling a stasis cube in his clawed hands.
Revan offered a nod. "So. You're done with Coruscant."
Mace replied, "Coruscant was done with the Jedi a long time ago."
The War Room – Dantooine
Rain lashed against the thick transparent steel windows of the Jedi war chamber. Lightning cracked across Dantooine's lone sun-blotched sky, but inside, all was calm. Purposeful.
Revan stood at the central table, hood up, eyes locked on a 3D holographic map of Separatist-controlled space.
Commander Dev, Jango Fett, and Jedi Master Kento Marek stood in silent formation. The recently unified Jedi-Mandalorian units were now combat-ready. The clones loyal only to Revan and his family stood at full strength, no longer burdened by control chips.
Revan's voice was sharp and clear.
"We've let Sidious move unchallenged long enough."
He swept his hand across the map. "The Separatists are gathering droids at the Roche Asteroid Belt. If left unchecked, they'll control the Bacta routes."
Shaak Ti entered silently, baby in her arms, armor underneath her cloak. "Do we strike?"
Revan nodded. "We do. Fast. Silent. Total."
Dooku and Sidious – The Architects of War
Far across the stars on Serenno, Count Dooku knelt in holographic communion with his master.
Sidious' face flickered.
"The Senate now screams for protection," he rasped. "The clones will be deployed across the Republic. We'll gain oversight of every major system."
Dooku stroked his beard, eyes narrowing. "And the Jedi?"
"They scatter. Blind. Weak. Except… for him."
"Revan?"
Sidious's face twisted. "He clouds everything. Even the Force grows quiet around him."
"Then shall I… deal with him?"
"No. Not yet. He serves a purpose. Let him play his game."
Dooku bowed, but his lips curled. "As you wish, my Master."
Naruto's Vision
Meanwhile, in his quarters on Dantooine, Naruto sat cross-legged beneath a dripping roof ledge. The rain was soothing.
But his mind wasn't calm.
The visions came more often now—his parents, the Konoha village, the sealing of the Nine-Tails. He remembered the night it all changed—his mother's bloodstained smile, his father's trembling hands, the flash of orange… and Revan's face lifting him from rubble.
He spoke quietly to Kurama, the Nine-Tails sealed inside him.
"I know what they died for. I won't let it go to waste."
Kurama's voice echoed in his mind.
"You've grown, brat. Your father would be proud."
Naruto looked to the stars. "We're gonna see it again. My world. One day."
Behind him, Ahsoka appeared, pulling a cloak over his shoulders.
"I'll come with you," she said softly.
He blushed. "I was hoping you'd say that."
Revan's Children
In the quiet warmth of the main hall, Aayla Secura sat cradling her daughter. Shaak Ti stood beside her, her son asleep in a sling.
"They'll grow up knowing peace," Aayla whispered. "Not fear."
Shaak Ti nodded. "Because Revan made sure of it."
Aayla looked up at the stormy sky.
"Let the Republic play politics. We'll fight to protect what matters."
The First Strike
An hour later, Revan stood aboard the Spear of Dantooine, the first of the cloaked Star Forge-built warships. Around him, Mandalorian-Jedi units boarded alongside fully de-chipped clone squads. Dozens of droids from the Mandalorian Wars powered up in unison.
"Stealth jump ready," the clone pilot announced.
Revan's eyes glowed faintly. His voice was calm, but held steel.
"Jump. Let's make the galaxy remember who protects it now."
With a flash, the Spear vanished into hyperspace, heading straight for the asteroid belt.
Revan stepped aside. "Then welcome to the future."
As the holocrons were carried into the fortified inner sanctum of the Enclave, Revan murmured softly to himself:
"The Republic thinks the war has just begun… They have no idea it's already been won."
Above them, the Spear of Dantooine emerged from hyperspace, completing its first raid against Separatist space.
And beneath the grass, the planetary engines of Dantooine slowly hummed to life.