Prepare for awesomeness! 
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Lori is escorted out of the conference Hall, towards an elevator leading to the lower decks. It broke her heart to see what the darkside had done to Alora. Her face was so pale and cracked in places like the dry, desert ground. Her eyes were the color of fire and yet so empty, so void of feeling... of anything. Dead. Just like the Alora she had once known.
Lori is shoved in the elevator, followed by the squad assigned to escort her. They all managed to fit into the elevator comfortably. The doors close and the journey down begins. Lori stares at the floor. Yes. That wasn't Alora she assures herself; comforts herself. Alora was the young, spirited Jedi that had befriended Lori in the Academy. That... person was someone different. Something different. That was Revan. A Sith. A monster.
The soldier beside Lori moves his hand to the small of her back. Lori glares at the soldier, the guard that had been standing at the door of the Conference Hall she remembers. She growls quietly. She was in no mood to be played with. But the soldier seems to be only interested in starring at the wall in front of him. Suddenly the elevator stops, sending everyone in the elevator off balance.
"What the hell?!" the captain yells. He fumbles with the elevator buttons, trying to get the machine back online but nothing. Everything is dead.
The lights in the elevator flicker and the hair on the back of Lori's neck stand on end. She feels a sharp chill as the soldier moves his hand from her back and grabs her arm, his hand deathly cold. She looks at him, this time more curious than anything. That touch seemed so... familiar. The soldier turns his head to look at her now. Those eyes...
The lights flicker again as the man's eyes seem to disappear, slowly replaced by the black soulless ones Lori remembers all too well. She struggles with all her might to get away from the monster she knows is crawling beneath the skin of the man beside her.
"Let me go!" Lori screams. She looks at the other soldiers frantically as they all turn to see what the ruckus is about. "We have to get out of here!"
The soldiers look at Lori, then at the man they think is their comrade. "Decora, is everything all right?" one of them asks, starring into his eyes.
Decora grins. The lights in the elevator go out and screams echo in the make-shift trap. The lights resume working only seconds later, the soldiers that had been escorting Lori now lifeless; their bodies spewed across the floor and walls of the elevator. Mortis uses his body to press Lori's against the nearest elevator wall. He licks the blood off his lengthened incisors.
"They thought they could take you from me... you thought you could run from me... but you can never... escape me..."
...Coruscant, Jedi Temple...
"Revan is the best fighter I've seen in a while, Master Jedi. No one, not even you, could best her very easily. She is far from dead. It is the Jedi that followed her to war that Xvan speaks of. It is so like a Sith. Turn or die," Akson adds somberly.
...Coruscant, unknown warehouse district...
The Sith pulls himself from the massive pile of rubble that had once been a warehouse. He stands and uses Force Push to clear away the dust hanging in the air around him. He smiles as he takes in the devastation caused by his earlier stunt. Warehouse after warehouse now nothing but piles of crumbled rock. It was a good start.
...unknown location...
He sits in the Force cell, calculating his options. Live with it? Hell no. Escape? He touches the Force collar around his neck. Ah, not likely. Death... optional. He releases a heavy sigh. Without his Force powers or a tool to use, however, his suicide plan didn't ha too great success rate. Unless he just pissed the witch off enough. She'd get tired of it eventually. Kill him. Another sigh.
No. She wouldn't. She needed him. Them. Or did she? He didn't understand anymore. She had gotten what she wanted hadn't she? Revan's fall was complete. The Republic would fall in the wake of her betrayal at Malachor V and the ones to come. It wouldn't be long now. Why then did she still need them? It didn't make sense.
Zorvon opens his eyes. Kilax was coming back... and boy was he pissed. The cell door begins to fade before quickly disappearing. Kilax is shoved inside by some unseen force and the cell wall quickly reappears. Daar moves to help his brother to his feet but the hardened Kovasn refuses the help and manages himself. He glares at Zorvon.
Zorvon understood, even without the words Kilax usually threw at him. He was supposed to be their leader... and he had gotten them into this whole mess. It was all his fault. He had been a fool, let his guard down and when he finally realized what was going on it was too late. The witch had the grip she needed. She turned comrade against comrade, brother against brother with the simplest flick of her wrist.
Damn Sith and their tricks. Kilax makes his way to his usual spot by the wall and plops down, his body worn and broken from whatever the witch had put him through. Daar goes back to leaning against the wall, banging his head against it occasionally while Rotel remains the silent observer. Zorvon shakes head. He couldn't handle this. Escape it was.
A'den B'an-class Heavy Destroyer Bevik Be'choruk, remnants of the Mandalorian Armada; near Malachor V...
It was all over. The Mandalorians had conquered hundreds of species, their empire spanned across thousands of worlds but in the blink of an eye Revan had crushed them. Finally, a foe worthy enough to challenge them. And they lost... The Mandalorians were defeated at their prime.
Canderous Ordo smiles himself. But the Mandalorians weren't truly defeated. Defeat simply gave them something to build on. It meant that when the Mandalorians returned- and they would- they would be even stronger.
sweetness! 
