The approach to Muunilinst was a masterclass in geometric order. From the bridge of the Black Pearl, the planet appeared as a polished marble of high-altitude clouds and meticulously planned urban grids. This was the heart of the InterGalactic Banking Clan, a world where the currency wasn't just credits, but the very flow of galactic history itself.
Revan Shan sat in the pilot's seat, leaning back with a bag of sour lemon candies resting on his lap. He wasn't looking at the flight path; he was staring at a complex holographic stream of high-frequency trading data being intercepted by M1-NR (Miner).
"You know, Cortana," Revan said, popping a candy and savoring the tart sting. "According to my 9th Doctorate in Advanced Mathematics & Logic Programming, the Muuns have turned the galaxy into a giant spreadsheet. Most people see a market; I see a recursive loop of predatory lending and interest-rate manipulation. It's remarkably tidy, isn't it?"
"The Banking Clan's security grid is scanning us, Revan," Cortana reported, her blue avatar flickering with a touch of professional concern. "I've spoofed our signature to match a High Republic diplomatic courier, but the Sovereign-class shields are causing a localized gravitational ripple. The Muun accountants are very sensitive to weight."
R2-D6 issued a sharp, rhythmic series of whistles, which was immediately countered by the aggressive, metallic chirping of Chopper (C1-10P).
"Chopper, if you try to hack the Banking Clan's primary vault before we even land, I'm letting HK-47 'audit' your motivator!" Revan shouted over his shoulder. "Try to be nice! Do good! But never fail to be kind! And that includes not committing grand larceny within five minutes of arrival!"
The Academic Duel: Audit of the High Accountants
The landing at Harnaidan, the capital city, was a study in ivory stone and cold efficiency. Revan stepped off the ramp, his black-and-red Beskar-Phrik armor hidden beneath his Phrik-filament robes. He wasn't here as a warrior today; he was here as a consultant.
He was met by a delegation of the High Accountants—Muuns who looked like they were made of parchment and dry ink. They didn't bow; they calculated.
"Knight Shan," the lead Muun intoned, his voice a dry rasp. "You are here to audit the accounts of Damask Holdings. This is an irregular request. The Banking Clan operates on a principle of absolute neutrality and confidentiality."
"confidentiality is just another word for 'mismanaged data', Counselor," Revan said, winking as he pulled out a datapad. "I'm not here to talk about neutrality. I'm here to discuss your localized hyper-spatial credit-routing. According to my 4th Doctorate in Advanced Engineering, your current server-farms are experiencing a 0.04% latency in cross-sector transfers. That's a loss of three billion credits per standard day. I'm here to help you find that 'lost' capital."
The Muuns froze. In the world of the Banking Clan, mentioning a 0.04% loss was the equivalent of declaring war.
For the next three hours, Revan engaged in an "Academic Duel" that left the High Accountants dazed. He didn't use the Force; he used his 10th Doctorate in Galactic History to cite ancient financial precedents and his Advanced Mathematics to dismantle their encryption logic. He wasn't just finding the money; he was showing them that he already knew where it was being hidden.
"The credits aren't missing," Revan concluded, his sassy grin returning. "They're being funneled into a 'Shadow Reserve' keyed to the signature of Hego Damask. Now, unless you want me to report this structural instability to the Galactic Senate, I suggest you take me to the man himself."
The Face of the Shadow: Hego Damask
The inner sanctum of the Banking Clan was a place of cold, filtered air and profound silence. Standing by a window overlooking the city was a Muun of immense stature and presence. Hego Damask, also known as Darth Plagueis.
He didn't turn around as Revan entered. "You possess a remarkable mind, Revan Shan. Ten doctorates... or is it eleven now? You audit the galaxy as if it were a student's thesis. Tell me... do you know who my Master is?"
"Darth Tenebrus," Revan said casually, leaning against a pillar and popping a candy. "The Bith scientist who thinks he can audit the 'Biological Deficit'. He's a bit of a bore, honestly. Too much focus on the 'Grand Plan' and not enough on the adventure."
Damask turned then, his eyes reflecting a cold, predatory curiosity. "You know our names. You know our work. And yet, you are here. Are you trying to stop the Sith? Are you the 'Guardian' the High Republic believes you to be?"
Revan laughed—a sharp, genuine sound. "Me? Stop you? Hego, I think you've miscalculated. I don't care about your 'Grand Plan'. I don't care if you plan to take over the galaxy, reorganize the Senate, or turn Coruscant into a giant spa. I'm not the police. I'm just a traveler."
Plagueis paused, his Force-presence flickering with a rare moment of genuine shock. "You... do not care if the Sith rule?"
"I care about kindness, Hego," Revan said, his voice dropping into the 12th Doctor's ancient, weary gravity. "If I see you doing bad things in front of me—if I see you hurting people because it's 'efficient'—then I have to try to stop it. If you create things designed specifically to harm the people near me, I'll audit you into the ground. But your political ambitions? Your quest for power? That's your journey. I'm too busy having my own."
Revan stepped closer, his T-shaped mask catching the light. "Try to be nice, Hego. Do good. But never fail to be kind. Because if you fail to be kind... then you're just another variable I have to correct. And trust me, you don't want to be on the wrong side of my math."
The Modification of the Prodigal Knight Flagship
While Revan was engaged in his financial duel, his mind was linked to the Rakatan Foundry on Lehon via his encrypted Kyber-Quantum communication tool. The 3000-meter Harrower-class Dreadnought was undergoing a final, massive modification that defied the laws of modern naval architecture.
Revan utilized his 4th Doctorate in Advanced Engineering and his 1st in Theoretical Physics to over-clock the vessel's capabilities. He wasn't building a warship for conquest; he was building a sanctuary that could survive a supernova.
* Defenses: The hull was reinforced with a Beskar-Phrik-Cortosis weave. He installed Triple Capital-Class Sovereignty Shields and Triple Deflector Shields, creating a layered defense that could withstand a direct bombardment from a planetary-scale ion cannon.
* Armament: He didn't skimp on the 'Kindness' tools.
* 750x Improved Turbolaser Batteries
* 500x Quad Laser Turrets
* 300x Modified Ion Cannons (Tuned for disabling, not destroying)
* 200x Proton Torpedo Tubes
* 200x Concussion Missile Launchers
* Engine & Power: This was the masterpiece. He built a 75-Kyber Crystal Loop—a rhythmic energy-feedback system—powered by 200 Rakatan Power Cells. The output was enough to power a medium-sized planet, allowing the ship to maintain a Class 0.5 Hyperdrive and sublight speeds that would leave a modified X-Wing in its wake.
"The Prodigal Knight," Revan whispered to himself as the final schematics were verified. "A fortress of kindness. Silent and waiting."
The Departure from Muunilinst
Revan walked back to the Black Pearl, his pockets full of credits and his head full of data. He hadn't stopped the Sith, but he had audited their foundation. He knew their names, their accounts, and their motives.
"Right then," Revan said, sitting in the pilot's seat. "Hego Damask is a very interesting variable. He thinks the galaxy is a game of Sabacc. He doesn't realize the Auditor is the house."
"Revan," Cortana noted. "Master Sol is signaling from the Temple. He wants to know if the 'Financial Audit' was successful."
"Tell him I found a few credits," Revan grinned, popping a final lemon candy. "And tell him I'm heading to the Outer Rim. I've heard rumors of an ancient Jedi site on Ossus that hasn't been audited in four centuries. Adventure is the journey, D6!"
R2-D6 let out a long, happy whistle, while Chopper issued a series of binary insults toward the Banking Clan's automated towers.
"Try to be nice, Hego!" Revan laughed as he gripped the Jump-Snap hyperdrive lever. "I'll see you at the end of the ledger!"
The Black Pearl vanished into the velvet dark, leaving the planet of accountants behind. The year 130 BBY was ending, and the Maverick was moving toward the deeper mysteries of the Force.