Author's Note: Hey, everyone. First official fanfic - hope you enjoy. Feedback (comments, questions, constructive criticism) is always welcomed.
Setting: Takes place sometime after KOTOR II and incorporates characters from both KOTOR games.
Romance: This is a Revan/Bastila. As of right now I am not sure if it will be a Exile(M)/Brianna or Exile(M)/Visas or it might be both……but not sure at this moment.
Disclaimer: Star Wars: Knight of the Old Republic does not belong to me in any way. (duh)
Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic 3: The True Sith
Part 1: Departure
Above the strange planet, a crucial battle had taken place. All that was left now were debris from the Sith and Republic ships. The man that saved the Republic from destruction was none other than Revan. He left the Mandalorians crushed and powerless, and he did the same to the Sith. And on that strange planet, a celebration was commencing for his victory, but he couldn't have done it without his companions.
Jolee Bindo was talking with Master Vandar.
"Don't you see? Love conquered this," said Jolee.
"No, it was because Revan was prepared and cleared his mind of emotions," said Vandar.
"Ahh! You stubborn old tridactyl. Revan and Bastila are in love, and love is a wonderful thing. It's passion that leads you down the Dark Side, not love."
"Despite your age you have much to learn."
"Damn it! One day your narrow minded ways will bite you in the ass!"
"There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. There is no passion, there is serenity. There is no chaos, there is harmony. There is no death, there is the Force."
Jolee gave the old Jedi an annoyed glare and walked to the bar. Sitting away from him, on the far side of the table, was a drunken Twi'lek, with a glass of Tarisian Ale in her hand, and an embarrassed Wookie who was trying to stop his friend.
"Woohoo! I feel so alive!" Mission yelled after drinking the ale in one large gulp. She held out her empty glass toward the bartender; he hesitated to pour the blue liquid for the underaged alien, but when he saw her slip a hundred credits on the table, he filled the glass to the brim. The Twi'lek began to smirk, "That was easy." Once again she consumed her beverage in one gulp.
Zaalbar looked at her and raised an eyebrow before pleading through clenched teeth, "Mission, please stop acting like this."
"Hic Oh pleeease, Big Z Hic I'm not a litHictle kid anymore. Soooo stop treating Hic me like one."
"Mission, People might think you are a floozy."
The ale was getting to her head, "What did you just say, you walking carpet?" She glared at the Wookie so intensely that it sent a shiver down his spine. Mission glanced at him and drank the few remaining drops of the ale. She waved the glass, like a sword, while yelling insulting slurs at the poor Wookie.
"Mission, I didn't want to do this, but you've left me no choice." A large, hairy, and muscular arm came toward Mission's face. He picked up her body and sighed, "Looks like I have to take you back to the Ebon Hawk." The young Twi'lek groaned as the Wookie began making his way through a crowd of spectators who were listening in disgust to a red robot who was teaching different methods of torture.
"Explanation: Now, meat bags, to get information from a person quickly I would suggest to cut off what you meat bags call genitals. If they don't have them or if that doesn't work, you burn their body with hot steam. And as a final resort, you begin to peel off his skin until he squeals. Excitement: Oh! I do love torturing meat bags as yourselves."
The crowd looked at HK-47 with great horror until a man in the crowed yelled out, "You are one sick droid!"
"Statement: Oh! And if the meat bag doesn't give in. You have but one option left." He lifted up his custom-made rifle and aimed it at the man's head. "You precisely aim at the center of the meat bag's sweaty and pore filled forehead. Mercy: I will give you exactly three seconds before I blow your off your capita."
The man stood there as if he were a statue at a memorial site and stared at the ominous droid who began his count down.
"Count Down: Three………….Two"
Regaining his composure, the man fled from the droid, and he slammed into a warrior who was dressed in blue and white armor. The man stuttered, "A-Are y-you a droid?"
"Bah!" Yelled the armored warrior, "This Galaxy gets stupider and stupider. The only droid other than the assassin is the T3 unit next to the Cathar."
The man then hiked his thumb off to the distance where a utility droid and a Cathar were haviong a conversation.
"Beep Beep Burrrr Boop Dooop," said T3.
Juhani replied, "Of courrse!"
The man turned his gaze back to the warrior and questioned, "So, y-you're not a d-droid?"
"I stand corrected. You're not as dumb as you look. Yes, I'm not a droid--I am Canderous from the Mandalorian clan Ordo."
"S-so y-you're a Mandalorian?" The man gasped, ready to faint.
"Yes, I am. If you're done, then leave or stay and listen to my old war stories." He was pointing to a large crowd, and the women were asking for more daring stories, they found him "manly."
The man looked at the crowd and then back at the Mandalorian. He was already in trouble with an assassin droid, and he didn't want to make the warrior mad. He walked away from the crowd and the party. He had passed by two Republic officers.
"I was thinking, Admiral Dodonna," said Carth. "That the Republic could help rebuild the worlds that were devastated by the Mandalorian and Jedi Civil Wars."
"That is a wonderful idea Carth, but it has to pass through the senate first," replied the admiral.
Carth chuckled, "They would be idiots if they didn't." He turned about, scanning his environment. The party was still going, and he could see all his friends except for Revan and Bastila.
Where are they? Carth thought.
But there was no way he could find them. Two figures stood on a beach that was specifically chosen for the reason of privacy. They could hear the crashing of the ocean as it collided against the jagged rocks and rough sand. But no amount waves could be able to drown out her voice.
"I-I don't understand!" yelled the woman, "You said you loved me!" Bastila was filled with rage. "You only care about yourself! Why are you doing this to me?" Her face was flushed. Throughout the whole journey, he had never seen her this infuriated at him.
He wished he had never told her and would have left without saying a thing. Although, he had to tell her the truth, for he loved her, and he knew she would have been angrier if he didn't say anything. Revan tried to reason with her, "I do love you. The reason why I'm leaving is not for myself but for you. I'm leaving for the Uncharted Region to protect you from danger."
"I'm not defenseless! Let me come with you!"
"I can't do that." He turned his back to her.
"But why?"
He was getting angry and raised his voice, "Because I can't see you get hurt, again!"
"Get hurt?" she said quietly and stared at him blankly. 'Get hurt' rang through her ears. She knew he was referring to what had happened on the Leviathan.
Revan brought his voice down, "But I promise that I will come back for you."
She could hear nothing around her, not the ocean nor his voice. All she saw was him walking away from her. She couldn't stand and it tore her heart apart. When Bastila could no longer see her love, she fell onto the sand and began to cry. The tears rolled down her cheek and fell on the ground. She buried her head in her smooth white hands. He tossed a glance over his shoulder just to catch her crying and he clenched his fists till his knuckles turned white as newly fallen snow.
He said to himself, I promise you, Bastila, I will come back for you. Goodbye… for now.
He stared at the lone star fighter that was placed at the far end of the beach. As he looked at the ship, he sighed, "Not the same as the Ebon Hawk, but I guess it will have to do." He entered the fighter and flew off to the Unknown Region. Keeping in mind that he would apologize to her for what he had done.
Bastila was still lying on the sand when Carth arrived. "I've been looking for you everywhere, Bastila," said Carth. He looked around the beach, "Hey, do know where Revan is?"
Her eyes were red, and she tried to regain composure. "He… left," she said quietly while wiping her nose.
"What? Didn't think he would have left so early."
She grew irate Carth's ignorance, "Not the party, you imbecile!"
Carth didn't respond immediately, but when he did, his voice was solemn, "I know, 'not the party.' He's left…to the Unknown Regions."
"What!" Bastila shrieked, "You knew he was going to leave, and you didn't even try to stop him?"
"Hey, believe me I tried," Carth smirked, but with sadness in his eyes. "But he is just as stubborn as you." He held out his arm and pulled Bastila up.
"Thanks, Carth," she smiled, albeit a small one, but a smile nonetheless.
"Anytime," He replied. "Let's get back to the party before the food and drinks run out. I've been wanting to try some Tarisian Ale ever since we were on Taris." The two friends walked back to the celebration.
-------5 Years later
Iacen Mordo stared at the corpse of his former master, and his breathing grew heavy. He was exhausted from fighting wave after wave of ruthless Sith and defeating three Sith Lords. His walk was limp, and he clutched the side of his robe which was tainted with blood. He thought to himself, How the hell am I supposed to get of this planet? He reached the temple's entrance. His body felt numb as if he was stepping into freezing water and his body fell ungracefully down to the ground. His energy was scarce; he couldn't even move a finger. Isn't this typical. Everything that came my way I had defeated, but now I'm just going to die on this cursed planet. Guess I won't see my friends again. A tear began to form in Iacen's eye. He then head a gentle voice. Instantly, he knew who it was.
"General, are you ok?" asked the Iridonian.
What cough are you doing here, Bao-Dur?" Mordo coughed. "You should cough be on the ship. Why is T3 withcough you?" He could hear the little robot beep.
"Oh, well, he came on his own, actually, and why am I here?" Bao-Dur slung Iacen over his shoulder, "I thought you would need some help." Vaguely, they could see the outline of the Hawk through the greenish fog, but as they inched closer the ground beneath them shook with great intensity. Bao-Dur sprinted toward the Ebon Hawk; T3 tried to keep up but it was useless. The platform on which they were upon began to separate. Luckily, Iacen grabbed the droid before it fell into the dark abyss. Bao-Dur could start to feel the weight of the Mordo and T3 pushing down on his shoulders. They ran up the loading ramp and Iacen yelled, "Atton get us out of here now!"
No need to get you robe all in a knot, he said to himself. The engines roared as Atton began to lift off.
Atton, Bao-Dur, and Iacen looked through the cockpits window. Rocks, that once belonged to Malachor, floated in space.
"It's finally over, General, the Sith are defeated."
"I wish it was, Bao-Dur. I really do."
"So…..are we heroes of something?" Atton asked, trying to change the subject.
Canderous walked in, "We better 'cause I didn't save the Galaxy twice for nothing."
"Twice? When did you save the Galaxy twice?" asked Atton.
"Haven't you watched any holovids? On the history channel, they have a story on Jedi Civil War and I'm the one with the large repeating blaster."
"Oh, I always thought that was-" Atton's voice became silent in Iacen's ears.
Mordo drowned in his own thoughts and wondered what had happened to his crew. He looked around the ship. It wasn't the same. No large, round robot standing at the cockpit entrance. No female Mandalorian making grenades an shuttering at the thought of isolation. No crimson red robot waiting to kill. No Miralukan meditating in her barracks and thinking about her lost planet. No Echani sparring in the storage area and wondering about the Force. All he could see and hear were three men talking, the humming of T3, and the gentle ticks of the engine. "Where are the others?" He stared at Atton.
Atton turned to the Exile and said, "Visas and Brianna were knocked unconscious after we crash landed on Malachor. The others went on the planet except for me and Mandalore."
"Have you seen them since?'
"To be honest," Atton hesitated. "No"
"Damn!" Iacen clenched his fist, "They're probably dead!"
Behind them was the soft squeaks of a rusting robot. "Disappointment: Oh Master, it saddens me to have you think I could have been destroyed by an explosion that could destroy a planet." His eyes and mouth glowed of dark crimson.
Atton rolled his eyes, "Well isn't that good to know."
"HK, where is G0-T0?"
"Answer: Well let's say the fat one blew up before reaching the ship."
Iacen furrowed his eyebrows, "So, he was destroyed in the destruction of Malachor?"
"Answer: Oh no, Master, he was killed by my own robotic hands." If droids could smile, HK would have had a smile of a Cheshire.
"What? Why?"
"Answer: It was needed, Master, to kill the fat one. The fat one was going against your orders."
"Orders? What orders?"
"Query: You mean you don't know? Answer: You told the small droid to activate the Mass Shadow Generator."
"He means my remote, and I was the one who ordered him," said Bao-Dur.
"Statement: Oh, well at least the fat one is dead. Answer: He tried to destroy the small droid and deactivate the Generator. Although, his actions were, indeed, in vain."
"What happened to the remote?" asked Iacen.
"Answer: Unfortunately, he wouldn't come with me. These were his last words. Impersonation: 'Beep Boop Dooop Beep Beep.'"
"He stayed so nothing would go wrong?"
"Answer: That is what he said, Master."
"Ok, so what happened to Mira."
"Answer: Ah, the female Mandalorian, she is currently in the Med Bay. It seems she ran into a Wookie and looking at her cuts and bruises they had a skirmish. I felt sorry for her and I felt that I had to help her to the ship. Statement: Oh, Master, I don't think you took out the last upgrade completely. Demand: I want it to be removed right away."
"No, HK, I think it's better you stay this way."
"Statement: You are a cruel one, Master."
"I'll go check on the others," said Mordo. He walked out of the cockpit room and to the Med Bay. He saw Mira lying on a bed and he pushed her hair back away from her forehead. "You need to be careful, kid," Iacen smiled.
"I'mcough not a kid cough, old man," Mira said wearily.
"Neither am I an old man."
"But you arecough are annoying ascough hell."
"What happened on the surface?"
"I ran into," she paused, catching her breath. "Hanharr."
"What? I thought you killed him on Nar Shaddaa?"
"Socough did I, but we're all wrong sometimes."
"I guess you killed him?"
Her coughing stopped. "I should have but because of you I didn't, and I thank you for that."
"Anytime, Mira. Is there anything you need?
"Well…just one thing."
"Yea?"
"Could you stop leaning on my shoulders, it hurts."
Mordo looked down; his hand was on her shoulder, which he thought was the pillow. Iacen lifted his arm.
"Sorry," He smiled and went to Visas' room, and as usual he found her meditating. Visas awoke from her trance and said in a quiet voice. "Is that you, Exile?"
"You already knew I was on the ship," said Mordo. "Do I really need to answer?"
She grinned and stood up. Her red armor and veil shined softly in the dimly lighted room. "I want to thank you, Exile. For saving me from the darkness."
"It was no-," he was interrupted.
"When I saw you strike down my former master, you broke the chain that suffocated me for so long." She rapped her arms around the Exile and laid her head on his chest, "I will miss you."
Mordo thought, "How did she know I was going to leave?" He reassured her with a smile, "I know, but I will be back." She looked up to his face and gave out a soft yawn. "You better get some sleep."
She nodded in agreement, but before she went, he too gave her a hug.
After she fell asleep, Mordo quietly walked out of Visas' room, through the dark corridor, and entered into the cold storage area. He saw Brianna, who was on the floor and in her sparing garments. He crept toward her and sat beside the Handmaiden, facing her back. He questioned, "Aren't you cold?"
"I'm used to it. What happened on the planet." She hesitated, "I-I thought y-you died."
Mordo tried to make the atmosphere less tense, "Well let's just say there is one less planet and droid to worry about, and I'm am not that easy to kill." He waited for a chuckle, even a cynical one, but she remained silent.
She turned around and began to stoke his bearded face. "What's going to happen now?"
"I'm going to the Unknown Region," He turned his face away from her. "Alone."
The word devastated her, and her eyes turned red and tears flowed down her face. "But… Why?"
With the end of his robe he wiped the tears away and said, "To help Revan."
"W-will you at least-"
He made a motion to get up.
Seeing this, she hurriedly mumbled, "--I love you." The words were faint but Iacen managed to pick them up.
Her back faced him again, and as he stood against the door railing, he couldn't help but wish he could answer her, too.
The Exile awoke in the night. Walking down one corridor of the Ebon Hawk, he happened upon Brianna's room. He stole a glance inside--sound asleep. He turned away and walked in the darkness until her reached a circular room. He heard men and woman whispering to one another and saw three lights. When the lights came into contact with one another, the colors gave off a purplish hue which barely illuminated the room. When he entered the room the people stopped talking and the lights were now on him. "Well," He started, shielding his eyes from the flash. " You know why I called all you guys here."
Atton was the first to speak, "Actually, we don't."
"Question: Yes, Master, why have gathered us here? Is it that you want someone kill?"
He turned to the talkative droid. "No, and, HK, didn't I tell you stop saying that?"
"Annoyed: Yes, you did, Master."
Mordo turned to the others and said, " Revan needs my help in the Unknown Region, but no one can follow me."
The room grew quiet and everyone exchanged skeptical glances. Bao-Dur broke the silence, "What are we to do, General?"
"I planned that you, Visas, Atton, Mira, and Brianna will become full-fledged Jedi Knights and help rebuild the Order. To do that we need to go to the Telos Station and I will met with Carth and Bastila. He will give me a star fighter to reach the Unknown Region, and Bastila will join you guys and train you to become Jedi. Canderous can stay with you guys or go back to Duxn. Which will it be?"
"I'm a Mandalorian, not a Jedi, and my army needs their leader back."
"Ok, all who're left then are HK and T3. They could stay will Carth or Bastila."
"Objection: Those meat bags are a mockery to mankind, Master."
"Or I could send you to Kessel to be turned into garbage."
"Conclusion: You truly are a cruel master."
"Hey were is Brianna?" asked Atton.
"Oh, she is asleep," replied Mordo. "I didn't want to disturb her."
Shrugging his shoulders Atton said, "Ok, I'll set a course to Telos."
Brianna was still asleep. She dreamt that she and Iacen were on the Ebon Hawk, but the world around them was quiet. It was peaceful. He held her in his arms, but when he gave her a kiss, he vanished. Brianna searched everywhere for her love, but she couldn't find him. Her surrounding grew pitch black and, finally, she too was swallowed in the darkness. The Handmaiden awoke in a pool of sweat, and she felt cold. Her body felt weak, but she managed to stand. She felt nauseated, and went to find something to settle her stomach. Unknowingly, as she walked out of the storage area, she followed the same path the Exile took the night before. The circular room was left unchanged: the Exile was gone along with HK, and a woman who sported pigtails took their place.
Brianna blurted out, "Where is Iacen and who are you?"
The woman walked toward the Echani, and their eyes met. "The Exile left for the Unknown Region, and I am Bastila Shan. The Exile asked me to train all of you to become Jedi. So. Now that I've introduced myself, who are you?"
The Handmaiden glared at the Jedi, "I'm Brianna."
"Well, Brianna why don't you put something decent on."
Looking down, Brianna forgot she was still in her sparing wear. She scowled at Bastila, "Fine." She stormed off to the storage area and wore her mother's robe.
"So, where are we going to train us?" Mira questioned.
"Dantooine, of course, but we first have to take Canderous to Duxn."
"Thanks, Princess," said Canderous. He had taken off his helmet, and you could see that his face had slightly aged since his adventures with Revan.
Bastila smiled at the Mandalorian, "Atton."
"Yea? What is it?"
"Set a course to Duxn."
Atton examined with an odd look of disdain and curiosity at this new bossy, yet beautiful woman.
"All right, all right," he finally conceded, "Just don't get your Jedi robes all up in a bunch." He punched in the coordinates and the Ebon Hawk was thrown into Hyperspace.
Author's note- I hope you enjoyed the chapter 1. Reviews are greatly appreciated.