Ana chews her lower lip nervously as she moves to higher ground. She trusts him, she does. But still.

The troopers snap to attention as he approaches.

The Sith plant themselves in his path, their own sabers drawn. "Identify yourself." Pride mixed with anger swirls about them, who is this fool and why has he come here like he intends to challenge them? And an undercurrent of fear- he is strong, and confident in his strength. Who is he?

Yes, that's right.

"Darth Revan." He smiles and tilts his head, eyes flashing. Certain in his clearly absurd answer, daring them to challenge it. "And you?"

"I am Lord Verain. And you are not part of this invasion. For what reason have you come?"

"I'm here to send your men home, because your invasion is stupid."

"You would defy the command of Darth Arho? You are a madman."

"Oh, probably. But I was a Sith Lord before Darth Arho was born," snorts Revan. "Are you going to stand in my way?"

"Fool."

And the Sith move to attack, two of them jumping high overhead to flank Revan.

Yeah, that's not a smart move when they're up against someone who dwarfs them in power. Being in the air means they're ever so easy to push around. Revan holds out his free hand and demonstrates this tactical mistake to them before he engages the two that were smart enough to stay on the ground.

This is going to be very one-sided.

They're competent and have clearly fought together before. But they started off underestimating him and that cost them dearly.

He probably won't even need to call Ana.

Nope. Sorry, Ana. Maybe next time.

He deactivates his lightsaber, steps casually over the bodies, then walks to the officer that looks in charge.

"Sorry about that," he says, politely. "What are your standing orders if you lose your Sith commanders?"

"We're not expected to survive that occurrence, my lord."

He resists the urge to roll his eyes. Ugh.

"All right then. Hand me your comlink? I'll confirm with your command that you've been given new orders to pull back and fortify Base Camp."

He can't actually swing 'get them home' (yet) but they'd almost certainly prefer being out of the main conflict. The Sith are the backbone of this operation, if they get rid of enough of them, the Imperial Military will be free to pull their men out of this stupid, stupid conflict.

"Yes, my lord." He hands it over.

     "Sir, you can't-"

"Shut it, private."

"Thank you." He takes the comlink, checking to make sure it's tuned to Imperial Military command, not something crazy like 'all frequencies.' Some Sith might get it into their heads to injure these men for 'defying orders,' even though they've been strong-armed into obeying any and all Sith their entire lives. Because that makes sense.

"This is Darth Revan. I'm sending a squad of men to fortify Base Camp -" he glances at the insignia on the armor, and names the corresponding squad, "- please direct any Sith that have a problem with this order to Way Station Phi." That would be the shrine he just took. "Thank you, that is all."

He tosses the comlink back.

"That's about the best I can do. Hope you get off this snowball."

"Yes, my lord." He turns to his command. "Pack it up, we're moving out!"

And with military efficiency, they bustle off.

Good, that went well.

He looks properly Sithy until they are well and truly gone -

- then drops it with a sigh, and sits. Ugh.

He probably did not actually manage to save their lives, they will probably get another stupid set of orders that will definitely get them killed. He so despises military inefficiency.

And that looks like Ana's cue to come in for the hug.

Revan appreciates Ana so much. Hug.

"Sorry," he says. "I realized after that it might be a bit, uh. Freaky. To watch me go full Sith Lord."

"A bit. But you're back now, right?"

"Never left, just looked a bit scary for a while. But yeah, I'm fine."

"That was pretty cool, though."

... He laughs, a little. "Thanks, I try."

"I guess we should report back."