"There is no honor among Sith… only the last blade standing." — Count Dooku
Coruscant – The Black Sanctum, Deep beneath the Senate
The air was thick with sulfur and shadow as Darth Sidious paced the hidden sanctum. His thoughts churned like storm clouds in a dying sky.
Too perfect. Too quiet. Too precise.
Revan's victories had been surgical. The clones obeyed without deviation. Kamino's data logs remained pristine—too pristine.
Sidious slammed his gloved hand on the console.
"There is a traitor. And it is not Revan. Not directly."
He activated his secure comm-link. Count Dooku's figure flickered into view in the red flame of a Sith holotransmission.
"You kept secrets from me," Sidious hissed. "Kamino has gone dark. Surveillance leads nowhere. Revan strikes faster than my spies can blink."
Dooku raised a brow. "You think I control him?"
"You are the only other one with knowledge of Kamino. The Republic now worships Revan as a savior. Did you think I wouldn't notice?"
Dooku stepped closer to the projection. "You speak of betrayal, yet every report Revan's forces send flows through Republic channels. And who controls the Republic, my master? You."
Sidious's yellow eyes narrowed.
"Do not play word games with me, Tyranus. I trained you. I see your doubt. I feel your fear."
Dooku's voice sharpened. "And I feel your desperation. You are losing control of this war. You needed me to create chaos, but you underestimated Revan. And now you question everyone but yourself."
Sidious leaned forward, voice like thunder in the dark.
"Careful, old man. Betrayal is a Sith tradition… and so is replacement."
Dooku didn't flinch.
"Then we are truly Sith."
The transmission ended.
Both men stood in their separate sanctums, silent and tense.
Is he already moving against me? They each thought.
Serenno – Dooku's Throne Room
Moonlight poured into Dooku's private sanctum through towering gothic arches. A faint smile crossed his lips, cold and sharp.
"You've outplayed both of us," he muttered to no one.
He approached a stand of Sith holocrons, hovering his hand over them without touching.
"Sidious believes himself the master manipulator. But he forgets—I was once a Jedi. I see beyond shadows. I see structure. And I see collapse."
He turned to Asajj Ventress, waiting silently in the shadows.
"Prepare the fleet. From this moment forward, our war is ours alone. I owe Sidious nothing."
Ventress blinked. "You're breaking the Code?"
Dooku's voice was cold steel.
"Betrayal is the Sith way. He said it himself. But perhaps it's time that way ended."
Coruscant – Sidious's Tower
Surrounded by silent datapads and encrypted comm-feeds, Sidious sat alone in his private tower. His schemes unraveled.
There were no Jedi to tempt—Revan had unified them. No fractures. Not even Anakin Skywalker, once the shining prize, was vulnerable. Revan and Qui-Gon had made sure of that.
"The Chosen One," he hissed. "A weapon… out of reach."
Desperate, Sidious had turned to smugglers, assassins—even the Black Sun—but every path led nowhere. His fingers curled into a fist.
"There must be another…"
But when he reached through the Force, trying to sense a new apprentice, he found only a wall of light and flame—a symbol burned into the ether.
Revan.
Aboard Dooku's Flagship – Deep Space
Dooku stood before a viewing port, hands clasped behind his back, the stars reflecting off his polished boots.
Ventress stepped forward. "No further orders from Sidious?"
"There will be none," Dooku replied. "I've silenced our channels."
Ventress raised a brow. "And now?"
Dooku turned to her.
"Now… we reshape the galaxy ourselves. No Sith prophecy. No phantom puppet masters. Only power earned, not given."
He stared out at the galaxy.
"And if Revan stands in the way… we defeat him. Not for revenge. But for survival."
Keldabe City – Mandalore
Twin moons cast silver light over the plaza, where braziers blazed and warriors gathered.
Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi stood before representatives of Clans Wren, Vizsla, and Ordo—including tempered remnants of Death Watch.
Obi-Wan's Beskar-trimmed robes caught the firelight.
"We don't come to rule. We offer a future. A Jedi Order that respects your ways."
A warrior with a scarred visor stepped forward. "Why should we believe Jedi haven't failed already?"
Qui-Gon's voice was steady. "We have failed. That's why we changed."
Another warrior growled, "You serve Revan."
Obi-Wan nodded. "And Revan respects your code. Your kin already stand beside us—as equals."
A long silence followed.
Then a Clan Ordo leader stepped forward.
"Enough of us will come. We're tired of surviving on our knees."
Qui-Gon nodded. "Then you'll find your new home on Dantooine—and beyond."
The Crystal City – Mygeeto
The skies screamed with wind and fire.
Droid drop pods shattered towers. Hailfire droids launched salvo after salvo into Republic lines.
Master T'ala Rin stood calmly atop a command tank, white lightsaber in hand, her voice unwavering.
"Commander Vesso, status?"
"Bridges fortified with crab tanks. Anti-air nests on the dome. Civilians trapped."
"Air support?"
"The Fangs are thirty seconds out."
"Then we strike now."
She activated her comm.
"Jedi squads—eastern flank. Mandalorians—air assault. We break their line before the walkers hit the reactor."
The Charge began.
Clone troopers advanced in tight waves.
Jedi dashed between cover and fire.
Mandalorian snipers took rooftops, jetpacks screaming.
T'ala leapt from her tank to a rail bridge, slicing down droids that pinned a clone unit.
"Hold your ground!" she called, deflecting bolts with perfect timing.
A padawan cried, "They're surrounding the dome!"
T'ala turned to Vesso. "Divert tanks. Tunnel the commandos through the ice caverns. Collapse their command spine."
"Already moving."
Above, Venture-class stealth ships appeared and dropped Mandalorian Fang squads like meteors.
A Fang leader landed beside her.
"Heard you needed artillery softened."
"I need it obliterated."
"You're learning."
The sky burned with fire:
Walkers were vaporized.
Padawans detonated crab tanks from below.
Mando storm teams wiped out the rear droid line.
T'ala returned to her tank.
"Final phase—command core. No survivors. End it here."
Vesso, limping but grinning, climbed beside her.
"We've got two saber teams inside."
"Burn it. Melt the supply line so it never rises again."
"Copy that."
The final assault was a perfect storm of sabers, tanks, and airstrikes. The core detonated—ice and steel became a glowing crater.
Mygeeto was won—not by power, but by unity.
In the plaza, Jedi, Mandalorian, and clone medics worked side by side.
T'ala Rin knelt by a wounded trooper, holding his hand.
Revan's voice crackled over her comm.
"Well done, T'ala. A textbook op."
"We didn't win with power. We won with unity."
"That's the new Order."
Vesso grinned nearby. "She's more than beautiful. She's scary."
T'ala smirked. "You should see me when I'm angry."
Back at the Enclave, the Council met.
Mace: "Another clean win. Clones are adapting faster than we expected."
Aayla: "The Mandalorians are integrating well."
Shaak Ti: "Revan's doctrine works. We're builders now."
Yoda nodded. "Balance… but conflict yet remains."
Revan entered.
"The rules have changed. But the enemy still plays."
He paused, eyes grim.
"Soon… we may have to confront them directly."