The transition from the sterile, rain-slicked domes of Kamino back to the jagged, blood-soaked dust of Rattatak was a localized thermodynamic insult that Revan Shan met with a freshly pressed academic duster, a double-shot of Chandrilan espresso, and a very particular brand of 12th-Doctor-esque weary pragmatism. As 28 BBY bled into the dawn of 27 BBY, the Maverick Master—biologically 128 years old but looking every bit the sharp twenty-three-year-old—decided that if the Force was going to play a game of "Find the Assassin," he would be the one to ensure the target actually survived the audit.
Revan sat in his Sovereign's Command Chair aboard the Black Pearl, reading a priority transmission from the Jedi Council. The message was untidy, vibrating with the "nice" concern that usually preceded a disaster.
"According to my 5th Doctorate in Galactic Lore & Ethics," Revan murmured to Calculus, who was currently auditing the structural integrity of a loose thread on the chair's leather, "sending a single Jedi Master like Ky Narec to a world as statistically violent as Rattatak without backup is a 100% failure of duty of care. It's time for a localized correction."
I. The Combat Stutter: Saving the Master
Revan didn't just fly to Rattatak; he "Jump-Snapped" through the sector using the Class 0.5 Hyperdrive, ghosting past planetary security under the cover of the Automatic Stealth Generator. He had been monitoring Ky Narec's rhythmic pulse through his secret Automated Intelligence Satellite Probes for months.
He arrived in the middle of a "Combat Stutter." In a desolate canyon below, Master Ky Narec and a young, pale girl—Asajj Ventress—were surrounded. A 500-strong pirate conglomerate, backed by localized freighters, was closing in for the "Unkind" kill.
"Right then," Revan chirped, standing on the ramp of the Black Pearl as it hovered silently in the upper atmosphere. "Cortana, Eleven, hold the altitude. HK, it's time to audit the surface."
"Statement: Joyous anticipation, Master! I have calculated that my Westar-35s are currently 14% cooler than optimal," HK-47 whirred.
Revan didn't drop; he descended like a rhythmic comet.
As he neared the ground, he didn't use his saber. He utilized a massive, high-frequency Force Pull. Revan reached into the sky, grabbing the lead pirate freighter—a bloated, rust-bucket of a ship—and violently brought it down from the atmosphere. The ship didn't just crash; it folded under the sheer gravitational logic Revan imposed on it, crushing the pirate's heavy artillery.
He landed in a localized explosion of dust, immediately releasing a Force Repulse that cleared a 50-meter line of pirates, sending them flying like statistically irrelevant debris.
"Greetings, Master Narec," Revan sassed, his twin blades—the Natural Red and the Balanced Purple—igniting with a rhythmic hum. "Sorry I'm late. The math on the atmospheric drag was slightly untidy."
While HK-47 began an "Industrial Liquidation" of the infantry, Revan moved like a ghost. He utilized Form VI Niman to weave a tapestry of defense around Ky and Asajj, his blades performing a Lightsaber Throw that decapitated the pirate commanders three hundred meters away before returning to his hands with a gentle click.
By the time the dust settled, the 500-strong force had been 100% audited. Most were fleeing; the rest were scrap.
II. The Technical Audit: The Ventress Variable
In the quiet of the canyon, Revan stood before a wide-eyed, ten-year-old Asajj Ventress. She was vibrating with a raw, jagged Force potential that felt like a rhythmic scream.
"Master Shan," Ky Narec breathed, leaning on his saber. "You saved us. The Council... they said no one was available."
"The Council is currently suffering from a localized failure of foresight," Revan noted, pulling his Sonic Screwdriver to scan Asajj's cellular rhythm. "Let's look at the books, little one."
> The Midichlorian Log (\mu_{c}):
> * Asajj Ventress: ~13,500 (Statistical outlier; high rhythmic volatility).
> * Ky Narec: ~10,200 (Standard Master-level flow).
> * The Maverick (Revan): [DATA REDACTED / OFF-CHART RESONANCE].
> By his internal audit, Revan realized that Ventress wasn't just Force-sensitive; she was a focal point. Her potential rivaled that of the high-tier Council members. But according to his 12th Doctorate in Metaphysical Bio-Logistics, her current environment was pushing her toward a 94% probability of a Dark Side stutter.
>
"She's a masterpiece of potential, Ky," Revan whispered. "But Rattatak is unkind to masterpieces. I'm going to stay here for a while. We're going to clear the sector, and then we're going to find her a rhythm that doesn't involve revenge."
III. The Sovereign Ledger: The First Dividend
While Revan was dismantling pirate hideouts across Rattatak, his gauntlet pulsed with a high-frequency financial update from Jax.
"Master Shan, the first major 'Military Stutter' has occurred in the Senate," Jax reported. "The Republic has just 'quietly' authorized the first major procurement contracts for Rothana Heavy Engineering. Because we own the shell companies that provide the refined Phrik-alloy and the MRE-logistics, we've just received our first dividend."
| Asset | Quarter Payout | Net Trust Growth |
|---|---|---|
| Heavy Industry Long | 450 Million Credits | 47.3 Billion Total |
| Logistics Sub-sector | 120 Million Credits | 200x Leverage Holding |
"Tidy," Revan grinned, sassing a pirate ship by flying the Star-Sass directly through its hangar bay at Mach 2 before destroying its reactor with a Sonic pulse. "Move 10% into Dr. John Smith's private relief fund. I want Rattatak to have a medical center once I'm done auditing the warlords."
IV. The Temple Message: The Yaddle Contingency
Before fully committing to the Rattatak cleanup, Revan sent a localized, encrypted burst-transmission to Master Yaddle on Coruscant.
> "Yaddle. According to my audit, Sifo-Dyas is vibrating at a frequency of total systemic collapse. He's brooding, he's seeing the war, and according to the math, he's about to do something remarkably untidy. Talk to him. Don't be 'Nice'; be 'Kind.' Tell him the Maverick is already building the lifeboats. Don't let him go into the dark alone. — Revan."
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V. The Joyride: Stress Relief
By the second month of 27 BBY, Rattatak was 98% quieter. Revan had spent the last eight weeks using the Star-Sass to hunt down every pirate freighter in the system. Whenever he got bored, he would take Eleven (R2-B11) for a "Joyride Audit."
He pushed the sublight engines to 2700 KPH, weaving through the needle-thin rock formations of the Rattatak highlands. He performed "Zero-G Snap-Rolls" that made the planetary security droids (what few were left) experience a 100% logic-overload.
"Adventure is the journey, D6!" Revan laughed as he performed a vertical "Dolphin Dive" through a cloud of pirate interceptors, disabling them all with a wide-beam Force Storm that acted as a localized EMP. "And the journey is much better when you're the only one who knows the rhythm of the escape!"
The Sovereign's Nap: End of Mission
By the end of the second month, the pirate conglomerates had either been audited into non-existence or had run away to the Outer Rim. Revan stood on the bridge of the Black Pearl, watching Ky Narec and Asajj Ventress begin their new training regimen in a freshly built, Maverick-funded sanctuary.
Revan slumped into his Sovereign's Command Chair. Calculus was asleep on his lap, and Theorem was industriously auditing a piece of local Rattataki crystal.
"Status, Cortana," Revan whispered.
"Ky Narec is safe. Asajj Ventress's path has shifted 14% toward the Light," Cortana reported. "The Maverick Trust long-position is now 100% immune to market volatility. And Master... I've flagged a pulse from Coruscant. Sifo-Dyas has disappeared from the Temple roster. He is 55 years old. The shadow is moving the pieces."
"Let them move," Revan yawned, the chair reclining to the Calculated Nap Angle of 134.5 degrees. "Adventure is the journey, D6. And 27 BBY was a masterpiece of saved Masters and trillion-credit dividends. Try to be nice, 26 BBY. I have a feeling the auditor is going to need to find a missing Jedi."
He closed his eyes. The Maverick was 128, the books were balanced, and for the first time in history, Asajj Ventress didn't have to grow up alone.