"Sometimes the strongest defense… is a silent offense."
— Revan
Roche Asteroid Belt – Separatist Shipyard
A veil of silence cloaked the Spear of Dantooine as it glided through the shadows of the Roche Belt. No engines roared. No comm chatter. Just the low hum of the Star Forge-enhanced stealth systems masking the ship's presence from all Separatist sensors.
Inside the command deck, Revan stood at the front of the war table, eyes glowing softly beneath the shadow of his hood.
Before him flickered a full holographic model of the Separatist shipyard—massive Lucrehulk-class carriers under construction, orbital droid foundries, rows of docked trade federation freighters awaiting deployment.
"This facility is months ahead of Republic estimates," said Commander Dev, analyzing the feed. "If this goes online, they'll have enough ships to overrun ten mid-rim sectors."
Revan's voice was cold and clear.
"Then we don't give them the chance."
Jango Fett leaned forward, pointing at weak structural nodes. "Hit these hangar supports first. Cripple launch potential. Then detonate the fuel conduits. Bring the entire damn factory down in one shot."
Kento Marek nodded grimly. "It'll bury half their droid fleet before they ever leave port."
Revan looked to his assembled strike force—clone ARC troopers, Mandalorian elites, Jedi warriors trained in battle as much as meditation. Each one ready. Each one handpicked.
"This is not about conquest," Revan said. "It's about sending a message. The Jedi are not relics. We fight now for peace, not dogma. Hit them fast. Hit them silent. Leave no trail to Dantooine."
A chorus of affirmations echoed through the chamber. The strike was on.
The Infiltration and Sabotage
Drop pods launched into the vacuum of space like black comets, cutting across the asteroid field with surgical precision. Each pod struck a different section of the shipyard's outer rim—teams moving in perfect sync.
Within seconds:
Jedi cut through access doors using low-power sabers, muffled by stealth tech.
Mandalorians planted EMP mines on droid patrol paths and detonated them in staggered bursts, disabling whole sectors.
Clones moved in tight formations, disabling alarms and deploying thermal charges on key power grids.
Inside the core production hub, Revan's team moved like ghosts. His crimson and violet sabers flashed only when needed, disarming enemies with precision, not spectacle.
"Squad three, proceed to the reactor core," he commanded. "Set charges and prepare for extraction on my signal."
Suddenly, alarms blared. A pair of B2 Super Battle Droids had stumbled into one of the staging areas early.
"Blow the south wing," Jango ordered over comms. "No witnesses."
The explosion rocked the outer hull, scattering droid reinforcements and buying the team precious seconds.
Revan arrived at the central control room moments later.
Inside, a Neimoidian foreman panicked behind a console.
"Who are you?! This is a neutral—!"
Revan's saber hummed inches from his throat.
"This is a warning. Your war ends before it begins."
He planted a coded device into the mainframe. On activation, it broadcast a false signal—traced to a pirate fleet in the Outer Rim.
"Pull back. All teams—now!" Revan barked.
Explosive Exit
The escape was a thunderstorm of fire and precision.
As the Jedi-Mando-clone force evacuated:
Turbolasers blew the outer fuel tanks.
Orbital fire from the Spear of Dantooine ignited munitions bays.
Star Forge droid units self-detonated to prevent capture.
The shipyard collapsed in stages, explosions blooming like miniature suns across the belt.
By the time the Separatists scrambled their remaining droid ships, the Spear and its sister cruisers had already vanished into hyperspace.
Dooku and Sidious React
Serenno – Count Dooku's War Room
Dooku watched the report unfold with narrowed eyes.
"They came out of nowhere. No traceable signal. No survivors except one Neimoidian in shock."
He turned toward the looming hologram of Darth Sidious.
"They say it was Jedi… but not like ours. These were trained for war."
Sidious's voice was a snake's hiss.
"Not Jedi. Revan."
Dooku's eyebrows lifted.
"He moves in shadows. Builds in silence. Even the Force struggles to track him."
"Then what would you have me do?" Dooku asked.
"Push harder. Force the Republic to reveal their hand. And find where Revan's is hidden."
Dantooine – Sanctuary First
On Dantooine, Revan stood on the observation deck overlooking the Enclave.
Below, laughter echoed. Children played. Farmers harvested. Civilians lived without fear.
Aayla Secura stepped beside him, their newborn in her arms.
"The mission was a success," she said softly.
Revan nodded, though his jaw was tense.
Shaak Ti joined them with her own child. "But the war is only beginning."
Revan turned toward them. "Which is why this planet will never see it."
Ahsoka, approaching with Naruto, tilted her head. "What do you mean?"
"Dantooine is home," Revan said. "There are newborns here. Students. Families. The moment we turn this place into a battleground… we become what we swore to stop."
Naruto grinned, arms behind his head. "Then we keep the war out there. Easy."
"Exactly," Revan said. "I will use the fleet. I will use the droids. The clones. The Mandalorians. We will strike and disappear. But Dantooine remains untouched."
Mace Windu entered, silently listening.
"And when the Republic demands more?"
Revan looked him in the eye. "Then they'll learn how to adapt. Just like we did."
Next Steps
Back in his private chambers, Revan reviewed encrypted maps of Separatist territories. The next target already glowed.
Behind him, Naruto stood quietly.
"I've been dreaming of Konoha again."
Revan paused. "The Nine-Tails?"
"No. My parents. My home."
Revan turned. "It's almost time. The Star Forge is ready. When this war begins to turn, we'll make the jump."
Naruto's eyes sparkled. "We're going back?"
"Yes," Revan said. "One day. Not just us. Everyone."
The Battle of Christophis
The sky above Christophis burned.
Republic cruisers and Separatist warships clashed in brutal volleys. Turbolasers streaked across space in vibrant lines of death, lighting up the atmosphere with every impact.
Below, the capital city shuddered as the first wave of Separatist droid forces landed. Massive transports deployed battalions of B1s, B2s, and spider droids, followed by tank walkers that rumbled through crystal-clear streets.
A call for reinforcements rang out from Republic command. Panic was setting in.
And then—the stars shifted.
Out of hyperspace burst Revan's hidden fleet, sleek Star Forge-forged destroyers and black-armored Republic-class warships bearing no clear insignia—only the stylized sigil of a phoenix intertwined with the Jedi symbol.
Republic officers cheered.
"The reinforcements have arrived! General Revan has answered the call!"
But they had no idea: the entire clone force was loyal to Revan—not the Republic.
Revan himself descended first, his new black and silver armor glinting under Christophis' sun. He stood at the front lines with Jedi from the Dantooine Enclave and a unified force of Mandalorians, Jedi, and de-chipped clones.
"No Jedi Council orders. No Senate interference," Revan said to his men. "This planet is innocent. We defend it. Clean and simple."
Commander Dev landed beside him, saluting. "All ground units ready, General."
"Begin forward assault. Take back the city. No mercy for those who endanger civilians."
On Revan's signal, the Jedi-led vanguard surged forward:
Clone AT-RT walkers opened fire down the glass streets.
Jedi Knights moved in squads, blending Force-assisted speed with blaster support.
Mandalorians flew above rooftops, sniping droid controllers and tacticians mid-air.
The battle was chaos—but organized chaos. Revan's forces were trained for this. Unified. Ruthless.
Revan's Hidden Strategy
In orbit, the Spear of Dantooine led the assault.
Separatist Lucrehulks buckled under precision bombing runs from stealth corvettes. Revan's pilots used formations developed from Mandalorian flight patterns mixed with Jedi awareness—a hybrid doctrine unknown to either side.
Admiral Doran, a clone loyal to Revan, monitored from the bridge.
"We've disabled their long-range comms. They can't call for more reinforcements."
"Keep the capital ship intact," Revan transmitted from the ground. "We'll use it later."
Kamino
Far away, in the storm-swept oceans of Kamino, all appeared normal to the galaxy.
Halls buzzed with phantom activity. Training simulations ran on loops. Shadow projections walked corridors.
But the truth?
The cloning chambers were empty. The Kaminoans—every last one—had been relocated to Dantooine months ago.
The facilities were gutted. Only hollow echo chambers and fake transmissions remained to deceive the Republic and Sith alike.
In a sealed sublevel of the Dantooine Enclave, the real work continued: accelerated growth chambers, enhanced genetic libraries, and clone instructors now personally reporting to Revan.
Only a few knew the truth—Revan, Naruto, Aayla, Shaak Ti, Mace, Yoda, and the most trusted inner circle.
As the battle of Christophis ended, Republic commanders cheered and hailed Revan as a war hero.
"The Jedi saved the day again," one Senator declared.
They believed the clone army still answered to the Senate.
They were wrong.
In the shadows of the command center, Revan watched the city from a holoscreen as clone medics assisted wounded civilians and Mandalorian units began securing captured Separatist data.
Naruto appeared beside him. "That's another win."
Revan nodded slowly. "But not a victory. Not yet."
"They still think they control the army," Naruto said. "They don't even realize Kamino's a ghost town."
Revan turned toward him, expression unreadable.
"Let them believe it… for now."