Jedi Insurgency 230

It was the final day of Windu’s trial, with only hours to spare.

Corvus was currently sitting at [Path of the Jedi XXX: Help the Innocent, Vulnerable, Pure, Just or Weak: 676,976,967/1,000,000,000. Reward: 1,000,000 EXP]

And was shy just a million exp from the next level cap. Since the plan was to grab Windu then the Jedi and run to Tython, he wouldn't have another opportunity to farm Path of the Jedi for quite some time. If he wanted to even look at the prerequisites for the next Prestige Class, he had to fill his exp bar up to the limit. 

Therefore, he continued doing what he had been doing for the preceding 48hrs. 

Running through a thick toxic green fog within Coruscant's underbelly, Corvus remained invisible as he used [Force Speed] to quickly travel a mile, and then cast [Heal]. Within less than ten seconds, tens of thousands of lifeforms forced to live in overcrowded living conditions, and poisoned by the toxic atmosphere of one of the lowest levels experienced immediate relief. A woman covered in black spots was now clean skinned. A Ithorian barely able to walk now stood up in wonder. A Zabrak child laboring much too young, and falling over whilst pushing a cart due to weakness suddenly gained the strength to persevere. Not only were countless people healed, but the air itself became that much cleaner. 

Unfortunately, Corvus couldn't purge everything to a 100% purity, as he wasn't resonating on a fundamental level, like he was on Eriadu. More importantly, this world contained a powerful Darkside Nexus that continuously debuffed Lightside abilities. Otherwise, with the power of a tier VII [Heal], which was as strong as an Old Republic Legends Council member's Force Power, completely cleansing the air would be no problem. 

During this speed blitz, he tossed out those pre-made tokens of the Republic/Rebellion, as well as had an HK unit distribute a hack of him. Currently, a message was playing on the advertisements in the areas he had passed through. 

Overhead, an image of the masked Revan was speaking: “Today is but a taste of the future to come. My healing hand has been secretly administered because Palpatine would rather have me dead. Once he is gone, I will no longer have to skulk in the shadows. As for those of you I missed…I am sorry. However, you should be able to tell that the air in some areas is already more breathable. When Coruscant is back in the hands of the Republic, I shall make it clean again. This is Revan, signing off.” 

Then, various other scenes-such as the healing of Eriadu, freedom of the Duggs, clone laborers working with pride in the factory alongside others, or of water returning to Tatooine flooded the ad screens. Epic music played, and various people were zoomed in on. 

“I'm doing my part.” A man said whilst welding a joint into a Venator during construction. 

“I'm doing my part!” A Woman said, then, raising her sniper rifle, blasted a hole in a stormtrooper's helmet. 

“I'm doing my part!” A little Rodian boy all green and covered in soot said whilst peeking around a corner at a group of thuggish looking men. The child then ran, and told some adults who ambushed the Imperials with their blasters set to stun. 

“Statement: We are all doing our part.” An HK unit said as it was seen blasting a pirate base to pieces, and rescuing any prisoners. 

Corvus clucked his tongue, thinking the ads were a little tacky, and perhaps overly violent, but he told the HK's to get working, and he couldn't complain too much. 

Keeping up the pace, Corvus had long become bored of this continuous repeating act of run, stop, recover just enough energy, cast a ‘spell’ then run again. Listening to the holonet to pass the time, he had accidentally come across a genre of music that left him befuddled. Yep, good old George Lucas himself had invented Jizz music. Honestly, not bad, but it was a little too alien for Corvus's tastes. 

Besides listening to music, and tuning in to the court proceedings, he was always on the lookout, collecting junk along the way. Any loose piece of scrap or trash could be converted into components/chemicals at a work bench. During this trip, his limitless inventory felt incredibly unfair, because he should be able to craft millions of pieces of beskar armor. Of course in a war where tens of billions-and soon to be hundreds of billions with the non clone recruits-beskar didn't seem so special. But equipping elite units with the gear could help change a battle. Of course, he'd have to fully kit out the Starcrusher Corp first, but needless to say, this trip to Coruscant was paying for itself already! 

Loot, massive exp, and he hadn't even engaged in a boss fight yet! 

Whilst he was collecting all these items, and administering a wave of minty green light to all the poor bastards on the lower levels, he was in constant contact with the boys, as well as with Organa. 

“I don't like that Senator Amidala. She never has any good things to say about you, Master” Yon complained over the call in a petulant tone. “We should exclude anyone from the reformed Republic who disagrees with you.” 

“Master doesn't concern himself with the chirping of the birds, why should you?” Jax asked in a calm tone. Yet while he was chill in his delivery, he was dismissive of Padmé in his own way. 

“...” Corvus was speechless. 

Yon's toxic mouth could be expected, but Jax, you…! Where did that boy learn to be so passive aggressive?! 

“Forgive me, Master Revan, it is not my place to lecture you, or your students, but Padmé is not a bad person. She is, how you say…a firebrand. Someone who loves freedom and democracy as much as any Jedi.” Bail said, playing defense for his friend. Each one of his words was chosen carefully so as not to push anyone's buttons. 

Personally, Corvus didn't really care. A lot of what she said about him wasn't incorrect. Hoisting the symbol of Revan, Corvus had to accept all the epic cool shit that came with it, as well as the baggage. Revan went on a serious purge against the Mandalorians, and was an OG in committing war crimes. That could not be denied. Corvus himself had been party to several devastating campaigns. From a certain point of view, the current instability & civil war that was now underway in Hutt space due to their deceased leadership could be directly attributed to his actions. Although Maul & Beldorion had been responsible for killing the leadership council, wasn't Corvus going to do that anyway? 

As for Padmé disliking him? Heh, the next time a grand council between the Rebel Alliance to Restore the Republic was held, he wouldn't let that ‘peace at all costs’ hypocrite the chance to sour everyone against him. In a way, she somewhat reminded him of a toxic HR lady. But at the end of the day, they were all fighting together for Team Good Guys. Infighting is how the Sith lose, and how many governments on Earth have crumbled. He wasn't going to stir the pot now. 

“Jax is correct, Yon. I appreciate your forthright counsel, but to confront her head-on at this point would be counter to our goals. Although I am honored by the trust you three place in me, to the majority of the Jedi, I am an unknown figure. Going against a known friend of many Jedi whilst we are on the eve of conflict would be the height of idiocy.” Corvus said calmly, yet with a hint of admonishment towards Yon. 

“That reminds me! None of the Masters respect you! It's the same old circular talk. Not one of them offered a word of thanks for your warning, nor did anyone acknowledge that it was your transports that snuck them onto Coruscant. When some of them were fiddling with their Taozin Amulets, happy that their presences were hidden in the Force, none of them expressed thanks! Amongst all the Masters, only Kirak and Malicos wanted to meet you. The old guy to test your blade, and the creepy guy to learn your power. Everyone else acted like you didn't exist!” Yon belched out a mouthful of words so fast, and full of repressed complaint, Corvus could just imagine his boy pacing in a room with his lightsaber drawn, and panting like an animal working itself up. 

Corvus grinned. Before, the short, black haired teen would only pursue personal power. Would only get angry for his own behalf. Although this shortfuse was a little concerning, Corvus had to admit, it was touching to be cared for to this degree. Not just anyone would go to war for you when you received the cold shoulder from everyone else. The last 48hrs must've left Yon feeling all pent up. 

“We will prove it to them.” Jax said steadily, Corvus could just imagine the white haired teen sending a piercing blue gaze at Yon. 

“Yes, yes. Once the raid on the Imperial Palace commences, we'll show how much stronger we have become under Master's tutelage! Let our blades do the talking.” Yon said in a dark, low tone. The eager unmistakable vibes of schadenfreude slipped into his speech. 

“It appears politics cannot escape even an order of monks, eh?” Bail chimed in, in an amused tone. 

“Unfortunately. But it is because of these differences that men like me can be friends with the likes of you.” Corvus returned good naturedly. 

“Indeed. A charming King of one thousand worlds is a good friend to have.” Bail jested back, not taking anything to heart. 

Corvus smiled beneath his mask as he moved on to the next block. Although he spoke rarely with Bail-both of them were so incredibly busy-whenever they chatted, it was like no time had passed at all between them. Friendship was difficult to maintain in this treacherous galaxy, but it was all the more coveted, and worthwhile because of it. 

“Master. I have something to report.” Jax solemnly stated. 

Corvus frowned. His more taciturn student wasn't one to kid around, to suddenly speak like this, it doubtlessly was important. 

“Go ahead.” 

“I think…no, I know that there is something-someone-within the temple calling out to me. She cried to be freed, then she became incoherent from the pain, and the link we had established across the Force broke.” 

Corvus scrunched his brow. Could it be Master Luminara Unduli? Or some other Jedi that had been tortured? 

“Do you know who it is? Perhaps a Master you were close to?” 

Feeling the teen shake his head across their Force Bond, Corvus furrowed his brow. 

“...she is in terrible pain. Master, I-” Jax reluctantly said, but stopped speaking as he didn't know what to say. 

“Oh no, I see where this is going!” Yon said with a scowl, and folded his arms angrily. 

Corvus silently raised an eyebrow, whilst jumping over a speeding hovercar, and scaling a building so he could [Heal] a larger swathe of people. As ridiculously edgy & hardcore as Yon could be, if anyone knew how Jax operated, it'd be his rival. 

“You're going to leave me to do all the heavy lifting again, while you go save some princess, or important woman again, aren't you!” Yon viciously pointed his finger forward, and spat, his words were full of accusation, and perhaps a small amount of dissatisfaction or even vitriol. 

“...” Jax hung his head, considering Yon's words. 

Corvus furrowed his brow. It was funny, Yon excelled at going at it alone, but now it seemed he was a little jealous? Or maybe he felt like his friend was being stolen away from him? He could relate. Many of his good friends had practically become ghosts once they found themselves a girlfriend. Corvus never anticipated that his most headstrong disciple actually needed so much attention. Ugh. Managing teenagers and a war at the same time was a handful…although, he was curious. 

“You have my permission to investigate, Jax. However, if your brother needs you, you are to support him. Sealing the Darkside Nexus is more important than any other objective. Your Master's safety depends on it.” Corvus said half jokingly, but was firm with Jax too. 

“...understood.” Jax eventually got out. 

“The recess is about to be over, Windu's sentencing is just around the corner. Do you have any final words, Revan?” Bail chose that time to cut in. 

“Make sure you have your personal shield on hand, because things are about to get messy.” Corvus tightly smiled, trying not to reveal any of the worry or stress he was experiencing. 

Being strong allowed him to disregard many things, but this was Legends Palpatine. Even if the plan was to ignore him, that didn't mean he wasn't nervous when confronting a top 5 in-verse powerhouse! 

“Heh heh, we'll show those hypocrites what the Sons of Revan can do!” Yon whooped before he cut the line. 

“Be careful, Master.” Jax said in concern, before he too hung up. 

“You're not going to blow up the Senate building, are you?” Bail joked, likewise, he too was feigning calm, and used this line to chip away at the tension in the air. 

“No promises~”

“Revan, wait, you-!” Bail got out before his line was cut. 

Corvus, meanwhile, had just finished the latest iteration of [Path of the Jedi], and was making his way to the surface. 

The final hour of Windu's ‘trial’ was at hand. 

What happened next would be a moment in history recorded for ages to come.