KHORM - REPUBLIC TANK - DAY
Revan, Kit Fisto and Commander Wolffe, are all wearing snow gear, inside a Republic armoured walker, and were preparing for battle. Captain Kendal Ozzel, a human man with a moustache and snow gear covering every part of him, speaks to the two Generals.
Ozzel: General Revan, General Fisto, we are approaching the processing plant. Gunners, to your stations!
Revan: (to Fisto) I swear, if he doesn't relax for one second, I might just lose it.
Fisto just laughs.
Fisto: Patience, Captain Ozzel. No point in firing until we know exactly what we're firing at.
He say's with a smile.
Ozzel: Sir, our directive from the Senate is to capture this world's resources as soon as possible.
Revan rolls his eyes.
Revan: We are aware of the Senate's mandate. But Master Plo hasn't made contact with the locals, and nobody rushes Master Plo.
Revan, Fisto and Wolffe start climbing up the ladder on top of the walker outside in the snowstorm. They shield their goggles from the snow.
Wolffe: Sir, has the General always been this patient?
Revan: As long as I've known him, yes. What about you Fisto, you've known him long than I have.
Fisto: (smirks) Master Plo was the way he is long before I came to the temple. But I sense this doesn't satisfy both of your curiosity's.
Revan (smiles) No, hasn't. You see, there's been a debate between my unit. They've started a betting circle.
Fisto: You both want to know how old the general is.
Revan jokily puts his hands up in a fake surrender.
Revan: (smirks) You've caught us.
Fisto: His manner makes him different from any Jedi I've met so far. There is something ancient about him, yet he possesses the flexibility of youth."
Fisto then turns back to look at Revan and Wolffe and smirks.
Fisto: Mission accomplished Commander, you've got me curious.
As they continued walking on the tank, they came upon another figure in the snow.
Plo: Before you ask, I do not believe my age is pertinent to this mission.
Jedi Master Plo Koon was wearing snow gear as well, but had his hood down.
Fisto: (sarcastic) Apparently Kel Dorians do not lose their hearing with the passing of years.
Revan, Plo, Fisto and Wolffe jump off the front of the tank to meet up with the locals.
Plo: Ahh... our native allies have been waiting for us to arrive.
Master Plo walks up to the Khormai representatives, led by Adaroo, a large walrus looking creature, dressed in orange clothing, metallic armour, with steam pipes exiting the machinery on his back.
Adaroo: (scowling) Grrr, We thought you Jedi had decided not to come. Tchk-tchk.
Plo: Our landing was delayed by the storm. Who is commanding the enemy forces?
Adaroo: Shamefully, one of our own. An ambitious warlord cast his lot with Dooku in exchange for control of all we have. Now he enslaves his own people to mine for the Separatists.
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Star Wars: Revan
FantasyRevan was born on Tattooine and grew up with Shmi Skywalker and Anakin Skywalker, although they are not blood-related. When Revan was 9 years old, his mother passed away, and Shmi took him in out of respect for Revan's mother who was a close friend...
