One
Author’s Notes: If you’ve followed the storyline up to this point, you may/may not be shocked. Some of these twists were probably expected, but some probably weren’t. I won’t delay you any longer. Here’s One.
As the weeks dredged on, the group’s plan became more and more to the point and flaws were rapidly being worked out. Some were driven by the call of battle, others by revenge. Only one wanted to settle this because of love, and this was none other than Mission. Norris was due any day now, and hence couldn’t aid them. Atton was excited about being a father, and would stay behind, as well. The third and final person staying behind wasn’t exactly a person. T3 didn’t exactly want to be in the middle of the fight, and so decided to stay behind with Atton and Norris.
Revan and Nihilus, meanwhile, were out destroying civilizations just for kicks. Revan enjoyed being a Sith again, and did not wish to turn from the Dark Side. There was so much damn power in being a Sith, and he didn’t want to forsake it all for some stupid, restraining code. Nothing could hide from them. Planet after planet, civilizations were cleansed and purged from existence. The madness went on.
It was dawn in some strange world. He looked around curiously, like a child would look at a bunch of toys. He got up off the ground and dusted off his tattered robes. Something inside of him hurt badly. He felt as if he had been ripped from his body. He looked at his body and freaked out. “What the hell happened to me?!?” he exclaimed, surprised at his appearance. He was a phantom, in some kind of ghost world. “This is strange…” he muttered in disbelief. He wondered what had happened and, more importantly, how he would get back to the others. “I miss them all…especially Mission…” he said sadly as he put his dual silver lightsabers back on his belt. He then began to roam this strange place, searching for a way back.
The group had decided that the plan would commence in a couple of weeks’ time. Norris finally gave birth to a boy. AND a girl. She had given birth to twins, with the girl being born just five minutes sooner than the boy. The boy she named Stryker, and the girl she named Annette. Joy filled the house that day, and for the first time in so long, a party took place. Mission looked at the sky every five minutes for some unknown reason. Not even she knew why. She just had a feeling that he was staring down at her with affectionate eyes. Mical and Mira grew ever closer, and Mical was still annoyed with these feelings, wishing them to go away. Mira DREAMED of her feelings. The feeling was most definitely not mutual. The group was ready to execute the plan that was just a couple of weeks away.
Revan fought Arden inside his head, and succeeded in putting him into the deepest prison inside of his mind. Arden couldn’t escape from this prison, and so just stayed there, hoping for the chance to reclaim himself from the Dark Side. He had no idea how long this would take. Until then, he went into a deep, meditative sleep. The chaos that Revan and Nihilus were inciting continued, but would soon be brought to a standstill in a couple of weeks’ time…
ooo, supesneful. i like how this is turning out=D
it’s kinda like how i supested. Your stories are awesome!
oh please write more, i beg of you!
Revan was turning to the phantom right?
Or was it RavenStrike?