AN: I'm back, people! Sorry about the wait. Unfortunately, my stepsister's cancer became worse, until she passed away on the 11th, and that, (coupled with the fact this chapter is just another sidequest montage, which I find incredibly boring) killed my desire to write. Once I get the next chapter done, things should begin to pick up speed again.
Also, for those of you who didn't notice already, there is another installment of Shinobi-verse up, but I figured you've been waiting too long for this chapter as it is without me cranking a few chapters out for that instead.


Shinobi of the Old Republic

Chapter 48

I stood near the exit to the Academy, tapping my foot while waiting for Jolee to arrive.

"Hey, Naruto?" Carth spoke up.

"It's Jaraiya."

"Whatever. Anyway, thanks for helping me out with Dustil."

"No problem."

"Although, was it really necessary to punch him?"

"Did you even listen to him? 'Wahh, my Mom got killed and it's all my Dad's fault, because he was a little late in organizing an entire goddamn fleet to save her, but the guys who actually killed her are awesome, Wahh!' Of course I had to punch him. Stupidity like that should not go unpunished."

"I don't know…"

"Wait, don't tell me you actually thought the same thing."

"Well, not the 'Sith are awesome' bit, but…"

"Carth, I feel that as your friend, I am obligated to warn you that when this is over, I will be attempting to punch you until the stupid gene is ejected from your DNA. For your own good, obviously."

"Stupid gene?"

"Well, yeah. If you two had the exact same thought about the same event, even though you two had two different perspectives and social environments, and you have had zero contact since then, then the one thing you do have in common, your DNA, must be the responsible party."

"I don't think it works like that. And even if it did, I doubt you can alter my DNA by punching me."

"I'll have fun trying."

"Gee, thanks."

Jolee chose that moment to arrive.

"Alright, the Mandalorian told me that the smuggled cargo was in a secret compartment on his ship. Also, I overheard a couple of students talking about

some deserters hiding out in the Shyrack caves."

I froze for a second, but then relaxed.

"What was that about?" Mission asked.

"Sorry, it's just that I have a little… insurance policy stashed in there. I was worried for a second that those deserters might have found it. But, if they had, we'd know. So, now that we're all together again, here's the plan. We go see what's up with the Shyrack caves. After that, we split up. You guys will help out that… what was her name, Lasso? No, Lashowe. That's it. She will try and backstab you. Don't let her. After that, go see what's up with that rogue assassin droid I've heard about. In the meantime, I will track down the former Master of the Academy, Jorak Uln. After I am done with that, I will investigate Ajunta Pall's tomb. We will meet up outside the Shyrack caves. Any questions?"

" Yeah. Why are you going off by yourself? Why not take one of us with you?" Carth asked.

"Simple. Jorak Uln, despite how these idiot aspirants think of him, was personally tutored by Exar Kun. He is no incompetent. If we come to blows, and that is very likely, the last place I want you to be is in the crossfire. Same with the tomb of Ajunta Pall. Let's just say, ol' Ajunta left a few things behind that will try to kill you if you touch something you're not supposed to. This way, we cover more ground, and the worst you have to fight is a Dark Jedi wannabe."

"Fair enough, though I don't like that you're going to face that guy alone."

"I'll be fine."

The Shyrack caves were thankfully just a short distance from the academy, and the deserters were easy to find. The only thing that made this trip annoying was the shyracks. And annoying they did make it. Picture the bastard children of bats and catfish the size of a corgi (Wingspan and tail not included) and you have a good picture of a shyrack.

"Halt! Come any closer and we'll…"

"SHUT THE HELL UP!" I yell, trying to get shyrack guano out of my hair. I wasn't making much progress, other than spreading it around and getting it on my hands.

The deserter immediately shut up.

"Now, tell me why you're here and not off planet., and how do I get you off planet so I don't have to spend another second in this damn cave longer than necessary."

"There's a tentantarek blocking the exit."

I sigh.

"Fine, I'll take care of it." I say, then headed to the indicated area.

"Didn't you say last time there was an easy way to kill them? Mission said, looking at the beast, which had yet to make a move.

"Yep." I said, then Force Choked it, until it was dead.

"I don't know why that particular skill gets past their resistance, but it does." I head off the inevitable question.

We then told the deserters it was safe, before heading back to the ship to shower. Once we were free of shyrack crap, we split up to carry out our assigned tasks.

The tomb of Tulak Hord, where Jorak Uln was supposedly hiding out, was in itself, no trouble. It was only when I entered the hallway leading to the main chamber of the tomb that my Sage senses flared, and the room started filling up with gas. I shrouded myself in chakra, and held my breath. I then let myself go limp. The trap was a recent one, as I had been here in the past and this wasn't there. Therefore, it must have been recently installed, which meant it was Jorak. He would open the doors soon enough to see what triggered the trap. Playing possum was my best bet for getting out of this room anytime soon.

Sure enough, less than a minute later….

"Ha ha ha! Another idiotic student has stumbled into my little web, eh? Well... the contact nerve toxin in the air should knock you out quickly enough!"

I felt myself being dragged into the main chamber, where Jorak then propped me up, and waited for me to 'awaken'. Once I did, he immediately began speaking.

"Welcome! This is the tomb of Sith Lord Tulak Hord, if you don't know. I've taken up residence here, for now... it's dusty and full of critters, but it's home."

He then paused, as if he forgot something.

"Ah, yes! Introductions of course! I suppose it is time, isn't it? This other student here that I captured earlier you should know well enough. His name is Mekel. Say hello, Mekel."

Mekel groaned in agony, though he bore no wounds, other than a few burns. Force Lightning, most likely.

"Poor lad. He's had a hard day. My name is Jorak Uln. I was once the head of the academy, so I'm sure you've heard of me, hmmm?"

"Exar Kun's apprentice, right? Yeah, I've heard of you."

"Hah! That was a long time ago. I like to think of myself as more of an educator, these days. But now that we've been introduced, I'd like to propose that we move onto the main event. You see, I'd like to discover if you've got the pluck of an old-fashioned Sith. Most of the drek Uthar has been passing through these days is so pathetic. Take young Mekel here... I already tested him. Didn't I, Mekel?"

Mekel gave another groan.

"Yes, yes, you're welcome. You see, Mekel here has the cruel disposition of a Sith... but not the gumption that I'm looking for. So, then! This is how it goes: I will ask a moral question. Get it right, I torture Mekel. Get it wrong, I torture you. Mekel, here, is a bit weak... he probably won't be able to take much more punishment. Mind you... get too many wrong and you'll die yourself. I don't know what you think of Mekel. Maybe you don't like him. Maybe you think he deserves to be murdered. Well, here's your chance. Fair enough?"

"Let's get this over with." I reply. Normally I wouldn't play around with this psycho, but the hostage makes things problematic.

"Well, then. Any last comments before we begin, Mekel?"

"Uhnn... we can... both survive... attack him together!" Mekel groaned.

"Now, now, dear lad. Do you really think your friend here will answer questions wrong just to spare little you, risking their own life? And how many correctly-answered questions before you die, hmmm? No, don't be silly... you had your chance, remember? On that note, let's begin! Your immediate superior amongst the Sith is an effective commander and a fine leader. He trusts you and you like him. You see an opportunity to kill him. What do you do?"

"Make a note of it, but do nothing. For while he might technically outrank me, it is my cause that he serves, and as long as he is serving it competently, It is in my best interest to keep him where he is."

"WRONG!" He said, and then shocked me with Force Lightning.

"While your reasoning was...relatively sound, never deny yourself an opportunity for power!" He lectured.

"And so we come to round two. You come across a group of humans who are threatened by dangerous animals. They plead for help, offering you a reward. What do you do?"

"Help them, but deny the reward. That way, they will feel indebted to me, and you never know when you might need a favor."

"Again, you show that while you plan ahead, you lack conviction! It is best to take the reward, then leave them to die!" He shocks me again.

"Let's see...ah, yes. You discover an aspect of the Force that gives you great power. Do you share it and strengthen the Sith as a whole or keep it to yourself?"

"I share it... with those who have proven themselves. Letting every Tom, Dick, and Harry have access to such power is stupid. However, letting it die with you is more so."

"You gained an advantage and you share it? Let them rip the secret from my dead hands, I say! I mean...'share it'?! Are you mad?!" Jorak yells, as he strikes me with Force Lightning a third time. I really need to watch that. I think the the Lightning might be disrupting the chakra holding my illusion in place.

"Last question! You're about to die. Do you pass on your knowledge to your apprentice, or let it die with you?"

"I pass it on. For as long as my apprentice has my knowledge, wisdom,.and will, I will never die."

Jorak threw his head back and laughed.

"That was a trick question, but you got it right anyways! A true Sith NEVER dies! Sorry, Mekel, but it turns out I like this aspirant better than you."

Jorak shoots Force Lightning at Mekel, who dodged, and used the force to break his restraints. He spent the time I bought him to recover well.

"What? Mutiny! Behave, students! I'll... that's it! Detention for all of you! Permanent detention!" Jorak screeches, as he ignites his lightsaber and lunges at Mekel. I intercept with my own orange blade.

"You know, teacher, there is a old adage about how as a teacher teaches, he is himself taught. Well, now it's time for your lesson. I'm going to tell you a passage from a book I read a short time ago. Don't worry, it's relevant."

He took a swipe at me, which I parried.

"'The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. " He tried shoving me with the Force, but I readjusted my fall so that I landed on my feet no worse for wear, and parried his follow up lunge.

"Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children."

I began my counterattack, beating down his defences with powerful blows.

" And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers." Jorak is no fool, and he leaps back out of range, and I rush to meet him once again. He hits me with Force Lightning, which I power through, though it disrupts my illusion, revealing my true form.

" And when I lay my vengeance upon thee, you will know my name is the LORD!" I yell, as I run him through, as he is too stunned by the revelation of my identity to block in time.

"...of the Sith."

Mekel looked at me in shock.

"L...Lord Revan?"

"Yeah?"

"Why did you help me? You are the Dark Lord! You should have left me to die!"

"Let me clue you in to a little secret, Mekel. Being a Sith shouldn't be synonymous with being an asshole. It is a philosophy that your heart and passions give you power. But you shouldn't limit that philosophy to the violent ones. And while I endorse being more pragmatic than the Jedi, I never really hated them, or what they stood for. They just got on my nerves for being preachy old coots who stick their head in the sand at the first sign of trouble. So, now that I've done my soap-boxing for the day over with, I'm leaving, and if you agree to keep my being Revan thing a secret, I won't have a problem with you. Sound good?"

Mekel nods emphatically, then runs off.

I grab Jorak's dataslate as proof for Uthar, then follow.


POLL: I have something… special planned for the Korriban finale. However, if you ask me not to, I won't include it. It involves Warhammer 40k and lots of dakka. It's nothing too… crossover-y, just a "little" piece of equipment Naruto 'borrowed', if that alleviates any fears. If that's a turn off, please review or PM me. If you are in favor of a scene with more ammunition being spent than in the entirety of Rambo and its sequels combined, please review or PM me. If you wish to know more before coming to a decision, please review or PM me. Simple Majority rules.