Hello everyone! KOTOR has always been one of my favorite games. One thing that's always bothered me though is that it's 4,000 years in the past, so I wanted to find a way to connect that time with the post-Empire era. The way I'm doing it is by bringing an OC character from a time in which a couple of decades have passed since the defeat of the First Order and a subsequent Sith insurgency against Pro-Republic forces. This is going to be a retelling of the fight against Malak, with new paths and decisions to make for Revan, Bastila, and their party. Let me know what you think!
Supreme Chancellor Sion Visar was into the fourth year of his first term as the newly restored Republic's chief executive. It had been a long hard road since Darth Krayt's death, but the galaxy was at last starting to heal. Hyperspace trading routes were monitored by a huge and elite Republic and Imperial fleet. Sion had taken great pains to establish friendly relations with every single system in the galaxy. His diplomatic corps took responsibility for it, and the Senate's cooperation had made legislation and otherwise governing the Republic much smoother than in the past. The Chancellor's control of the military and his popularity with the people united the galaxy in the journey to recovery.
Sion had moved the Republic capital to Corellia, which he felt was a more peaceful and appropriate location. He lived in the Capital Tower in a penthouse which was upstairs from his large office, and it gave him easy access to Coronet's government district where the Senate was based. He was relaxing one weekend night and decided to go for a ride in his black starfighter. Sion temporarily left Corellia's orbit and cruised around in open space. He was enjoying this until he felt the hyperdrive in his fighter start to malfunction. The Jedi Master desperately tried to fix it, but was launched into hyperspace…
After a terrifying time of uncertainty, Sion's starfighter emerged suddenly near Taris. The controls were all over the place and it was all he could do to crash-land on the planet's city surface. He shook the cobwebs from his head as he got out of his plane and inspected the damage. It was nothing major, but he needed to have some repairs done and get a new hyperdrive.
He looked up and saw a half-dozen men in grayish-black armor approach him. One of them asked him a question, "You, civilian, what brings you here to Taris? The Sith have a quarantine on this world and no one arrives or departs without proper authorization."
Sion was puzzled as he thought to himself, What the hell is going on here? Taris is cooperating with the Republic military. There is no Sith presence here. He decided to show this man he meant business, "I don't need to explain myself to you. I'm just a simple traveler whose ship went crazy on him. Nothing more."
The Sith leader was not pleased by his explanation, "You will come with us. I have no doubt you are working for the Republic, and we do not tolerate subterfuge."
Seeing that this couldn't end well, he decided to use a mind trick. It didn't work as the Sith took out a vibroblade along with the others, "You'll pay for that, you insignificant little rat!" Sion saw two men running towards him in the distance, perhaps to help or hurt him. He didn't know which, but acted fast. With a small wave of his hand, all of the Sith soldiers were thrown onto their backs. They were quick to recover, but the distraction allowed Sion to bury his fist into their leader's face. With the power of the Force behind the blow, the man was knocked unconscious. The soldiers backed away from Sion as the two men in the distance had finally arrived. They thought discretion was the better part of valor and dragged their commander's unconscious form away.
The Chancellor was furious as he yelled at them, "Tell your friends there's more where that came from!"
One of the two men looked at him, "Are you alright? Those Sith have been treating the people here very badly. They'll probably be after you for what you did."
Sion rolled his eyes, "I've fought Sith lords before. They don't faze me in the slightest. That was one of the reasons why I was elected Chancellor."
The first man, who had slight facial hair and was dressed like a pilot, had a look of surprise on his face, "You're the Supreme Chancellor?!"
"In the flesh. I'm Sion Visar, and I still don't know how the hell I got here in the first place," Sion answered with a twinge of sarcasm.
The pilot looked at him with suspicion, but seemed to buy what the Chancellor had said, "I'm Carth Onasi, and this man with me is Daran Kenzer. We're soldiers with the Republic, and we crash-landed on Taris just like you did. Don't you know it's dangerous for the Chancellor to be in Sith territory?"
Sion paled when he heard the man's name, "I must have hit my head harder than I thought. Did you just say your name was Carth Onasi?"
"Yes, what's so weird about that?" Carth was puzzled.
The Chancellor then realized that the hyperspace jump may have done more than just take him to Taris, "Carth, is there a Sith lord by the name of Darth Malak who's trying to take over the Republic?"
"You must be a really stinky Chancellor if you didn't know that already," the second man confirmed his suspicions.
Sion shook his head, This is just great! I go out for a cruise and I end up over 4,000 years in the past. Why me?! Maybe I'm supposed to do something, especially considering Revan is right across from me. He spoke out loud, "I guess I'm a bit behind the times, literally. Obviously, I need to get off this planet, and you two need help. So what do you say if I join you?"
Revan/Daran smirked, "How fitting… The Supreme Chancellor needs our help."
Carth glared at Daran, "We need any help we can get. We'll be happy if you could join us, Sion. There is a Jedi we're looking for. Her name is Bastila, and we have to find her before we can think of leaving Taris."
Sion thought about whether he should use his knowledge of the past to help, and decided to do so, "I know where she is. She's being held captive by some nitwits called the Black Vulkars as a prize for a swoop race. Let's get going and find her..."
Daran smiled, "I like the sound of that."
Carth stopped them, "Wait a minute! We can't just go barreling through the Vulkar base. We don't even know where it is, and we'll get killed. Besides, how do you know all of this?"
The Chancellor tried to explain, "Don't ask me how I know. I just do. If you want to question my motives and annoy me, well that's not going to help you find Bastila. And I'm a Jedi Master. I can take care of some idiots who think they're hot stuff."
"I'm beginning to like this guy even more," Revan said to Carth.
"You don't even know where their base is," Carth complained again.
Sion paused for a moment, He hated to admit it, but Carth was right. He didn't know where the base was, but he did remember from his studies of this time period where the Sith base was… "I tell you what, you two go and find the Black Vulkar base, and I'll infiltrate the Sith base and get the launch codes we'll need to escape," he suggested.
"That's a suicide mission!" Carth was still being difficult.
Daran took him by the arm, "He's a Jedi Master. If anyone can do it, he can. Besides, we'll knock out two things at once. Let's go and try to find the base."
Sion watched as they walked to the turbolift that would take them to the Lower City. He knew he would have to tell Daran that he was really Revan sooner rather than later.
It wasn't hard for Sion to knock out the two guards protecting the Sith base with the Force. He stole the armor off one and put it on before using the guard's access code to enter the base itself. It was easy going as the Chancellor walked in plain sight without anyone being the wiser. After a half hour of looking, he found the turbolift that would take him up to the Sith governor who had the codes. He convinced the guards that he had a scouting report for the governor on Bastila and was allowed to go in. Too easy, Sion thought as he went up.
The door opened and the Sith governor stood before him. His advanced Force sense told him the intruder was not Sith, "Why are you here? Has my master sent me a challenge?"
"No, but I'll spare your life if you give me the launch codes," Sion offered.
"The arrogance of you, to speak to me like that! I shall gut you like the sniveling womp rat you are!" the governor lunged at him with his vibroblade.
The Chancellor easily dodged his attack and ignited his lightsaber. He didn't want to kill if he didn't have to, but the governor's constant striking left him with little choice. Sion ducked a blow and plunged his saber into the man's gut. The governor screamed in pain and died almost instantly. "Such a shame. There was no need for it to be this way…" he sighed as he picked up the datapad containing the launch codes and went back to the turbolift. After fifteen minutes or so, Sion was out of the Sith base and on his way to the Lower City.
Meanwhile, Carth and Daran had tracked down the Twilek Mission Vao and helped rescue her Wookiee friend Zaalbar. She knew how to get them into the Vulkar base, but Daran wanted to let the Chancellor know what had happened. He contacted Sion on his commlink, "Sion, this is Daran. We found the base and picked up a couple of new companions. Did you get the launch codes?"
Sion smiled as he sat drinking a glass of Tarisian whiskey, "I got the launch codes, Daran. Where are you exactly?" "
"We're in the sewers of the Undercity just outside the base entrance. Can you get here soon?"
"I'll be there as fast as I can. The alcohol here sucks anyway. See you in a few. By the way, there's something I need to tell you in private. Believe me, you'll want to know this…" Daran tried to talk again, but Sion's commlink went dead, "That's weird. What would he want to tell me?"
Carth overheard him, "Sion knows something about you?"
"Yeah, he wants to tell me in private. Anyway, he said he'll be down here soon."
"Who are we talking about?" Mission asked.
"His name is Sion Visar, and he claims to be a Jedi Master and the Supreme Chancellor," Carth was still very suspicious about the newcomer.
"Oh, come on! It's obvious he's a Jedi Master, and who's to say he's not Chancellor as well?" Revan defended Sion.
Carth shook his head as Mission became excited, "If that's true, then he'll be one hell of an ally!"
It took Sion a good hour to make his way into the sewers. Using Revan's Force signature to guide him, he finally saw his party.
"Nice of you to finally show up," an impatient Mission remarked.
"So you must be Mission Vao, and that big-ass Wookiee is Zaalbar?" Sion greeted them.
"Wait, how do you know our names?" the Twilek was stunned.
The Chancellor grinned, "I know a great many things about the events to come. All of you will find my knowledge beneficial, especially you, Daran."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Carth couldn't take it anymore, "I want some answers from you!"
Sion looked cross, "I've only been on this planet for a few hours and I already don't like you. You want to know the truth? Fine! Everything I said to you has been honest, but I am not from this time. I should be over 4,000 years in the future relaxing in my penthouse on Corellia, but my starfighter cruise sent me into hyperspace and here. I can't make this stuff up, and now it seems helping you is my only way home…"
Everyone was shocked at Sion's outburst. There was stunned silence until Daran spoke up, "I believe you. I've been experiencing some weird things myself lately. So you know everything that will happen? Does that mean we can change things?"
"Yes, and the worst of it happens to you and Bastila. I intend to keep that from happening," he replied.
"This is a lot to take in, but I'm willing to trust you," Mission backed him.
"Didn't you just hear him, Mission? He lied to us about who he was. How can you say that you trust him?" Carth demanded.
Daran had enough at this point, "Look Carth. We can keep arguing, or we can team up and continue with what we have to do. It's your choice."
The pilot considered his words for a moment, "Fine, but I don't trust you, Sion. I'll be keeping my eye on you."
"You're an idiot," Sion muttered under his breath, making Daran and Mission laugh. All of them went through the entrance to the base to free Bastila.
It was very easy going for the group of five as they cut their way through the base. The Vulkars that weren't taken out by Sion were dispatched by Daran, Carth, Mission, or Zaalbar. "So what do you know about Bastila," a curious Daran asked the Jedi Master during a lull in the fighting.
"I can tell you that she's a bit ornery, arrogant, and infuriating, but underneath all that is a woman just looking to make herself happy. I look forward to meeting her," Sion answered him. "Hmm, sounds interesting," Daran was intrigued.
The five of them kept hacking and shooting away until Sion finally sensed Bastila's faint Force presence, "She's near. Could be in the next room, which means Brejik is too."
There was a large durasteel door blocking their way. "It's too thick to cut through. We have to find another way," Carth told everyone.
"Once again, you're an idiot," Sion shoved the pilot out of the way and concentrated his Force powers on ripping the door away. After a brief time, the door began to come loose. The Jedi motioned to his party, "Cover me as I get rid of the door. I don't want to be on the receiving end of blaster fire from some amateur punks."
They all nodded and started pouring blaster fire through the gaps as Sion succeeded in removing the door and setting it against the wall. Fortunately for him, his companions' fire sent the Black Vulkars inside scurrying for cover. Revan led the way into the massive room, firing all the way. Carth, Mission, and Zaalbar followed, adding their firepower to the mix. At last Sion came in, lightsaber ignited and spoiling for a fight. The Vulkars ran and took cover behind a shielded doorway.
Brejik leered at his enemies from behind the shield, "As you can see, we are behind an impregnable shield. Your pathetic attempt to rescue Bastila has failed, and I'm going to sell her into slavery for a proper price."
Carth could see Bastila in the corner of the room, kept in a state of drowsiness by a neural inhibitor, "We have to do something! Any ideas?"
Sion walked up to the shield and glared at Brejik, "Don't make the mistake of underestimating my power. I usually think the people back home who call me the most powerful Jedi in the galaxy are testing my modesty, but I have no problem proving them right. Let Bastila go and your lives will be spared. If you don't, well, you really don't want to find out the answer to that."
The Vulkar leader seemed a bit shaken by the Chancellor's words, but regained his composure, "I don't think so. This lovely woman will fetch a great price."
"I might have something to say about that, Brejik," Bastila had awoken and quickly freed herself from the cage. She killed a guard and retrieved his sword in the process, "Never underestimate the power of a Jedi. That's a mistake you won't live to regret."
Mission used the opportunity to deactivate the shield, allowing everyone to swarm in and attack the Vulkars. The fight did not last long, as Bastila and Revan simultaneously swung at Brejik with their blades, killing him instantly. Once the fight had ended, Bastila turned to her rescuers, "I'll have you know that I rescued myself, and I am not some prize to win. Although I wouldn't have been able to free myself if all of you hadn't showed up, so I guess I owe you thanks for that."
Daran didn't like this at all, "We risked our lives to save you, and this is your reaction?! You're the most sorry excuse for a Jedi I've ever seen."
Bastila got mad at that, "How can you say that to me?! I'm your commanding officer! I am the leader of this group, and I will get us off Taris."
She then noticed Sion's hooded black robes and the lightsaber in his hand, "You have the look of a Jedi about you. Who are you?"
"I go by the name of Sion Visar, and I am the Supreme Chancellor and a Jedi Master. How I ended up here is beyond me…" Sion answered her question.
"What do you mean, how you ended up here?"
"Let's just say that I crossed through time and leave it at that. I belong 4,000 years in the future in my penthouse on Corellia drinking good ale, not the shit they have here. Of course, getting home means helping all of you…." a frustrated Chancellor told her.
Bastila looked unbelievingly at Carth and Daran, who only nodded that his story was true, "Even if this farce of a story is true, what do you suggest we do now? I need time to make up a plan to get us off Taris."
"It's great to see you're so polite," the Jedi Master retorted, "I actually have the Sith launch codes. It was a cakewalk. The One Sith under Darth Krayt were so much more formidable than the idiots running around here calling themselves Sith."
He shoved the datapad with the launch codes in her face, "Here take it. I have a starfighter to repair before I meet you." Sion angrily stalked off to go back to the Upper City.
Bastila, Daran, Carth, Zaalbar, and Mission were back in the apartment on the Upper City plotting how to get off the planet. The Jedi Princess couldn't help but feel the sting of emotional pain Sion had caused her. She decided to give the Chancellor a piece of her mind.
Sion bought some parts from a junk dealer to fix the hyperdrive on his plane, which he was in the process of doing when a Mandalorian came up to him. "Canderous Ordo, to what do I owe the pleasure?" the exasperated Jedi muttered.
"So you've heard of me. That's to be expected since I'm in the Exchange. I'm not going to waste your time. I heard that there was a break-in at the Sith base, and I know it was you. You have those launch codes I need, and I can get you and your friends a ship that will get us off this planet. So what do you say?" Canderous floated a proposition to Sion.
Before the Jedi could answer, Bastila tapped Sion's shoulder from behind, "Remember me? The woman you dissed before walking out. No one treats me like that, and I want an apology."
He ignored her and spoke to Canderous, "That sounds good to me. There's an apartment the others are staying at that I was told about. We'll meet you there."
The Mandalorian smiled, "Pleasure doing business with you." He walked away before Bastila had a chance to protest.
The enraged young woman pounded on Sion's shoulders, "What are you thinking?! Taking help from that lowlife won't get us anywhere!"
The Jedi Master turned around, "It's the only way we'll be able to get a ship. I have my starfighter, but the rest of you need something to get off this planet. And you would do well to trust me."
The Padawan realized he was probably right about Canderous, but she was still pissed that he had ignored her, "Is this how you treat all the women you come across? Of course it is, you're a man. I shouldn't expect anything different."
He had finished the hyperdrive repairs at last and concentrated solely on Bastila, "Listen to me, I know everything. Where the Star Maps are located, the fact that Vrook's a moron, and Daran's real name…"
She shrunk back on hearing what he said, "Daran isn't anyone. He's just a soldier."
Sion rolled his eyes, "You and I both know that he's Revan. I'm going to tell him once we get off Taris, and then I'm going to re-teach him the ways of the Jedi. I assure you my knowledge will be much more useful to him than what those codgy Jedi Masters on Dantooine will do."
Knowing that it was hopeless to keep up the charade, Bastila gave in, "It's true he's Revan, but you can't tell him. He could turn to the dark side again. It's better to let the Jedi Council handle this."
He decided to put it all on the line, "Bastila, I know you don't trust me, but I have everyone's best interests at heart. I got the launch codes, helped you, and I know many things. What does the Force tell you?"
She cringed at his question. Common sense told her to view this man with suspicion, but the Force told her that his intentions were pure. Hesitating at first, she made up her mind, "I will trust you, even though every fiber of my being is telling me not to. You seem to care for me, but I can't let emotions get in the way of my mission."
She was right, he did care for her, I can't get rid of the feeling that I'm attracted to her. Why is that? She's rude, uptight, and bossy. I should hate her guts, but I don't. Maybe this is what love feels like?
Sion walked to the apartment with Bastila, struggling over what he was feeling. Before they got there, he asked her something, "Why don't you wear your hair down? Wouldn't it be easier that way?"
She shrugged, "It's just one of the ways of the Jedi. I'm not encouraged to show individuality."
Sion reached over to the bands keeping her pigtails in place, "Please, let me help you. I promise you'll feel better." Bastila was uneasy at this, but did nothing to stop him taking the bands off and releasing her brown locks.
He saw he hair down, She looks so beautiful… Like an angel. I can't let anything happen to her, Leviathan or not.
She felt free with her hair no longer restrained, He was right. It does feel liberating. Look at him eyeing me. He may be falling in love. What if he is?! What should I do?
The two conflicted Jedi walked into the apartment to join the others, their opinions of one another completely changed.
It was not long before Canderous had them all inside Davik Kang's estate with the starfighter being confiscated by the Exchange. With Revan's sense of direction and cunning, they were able to quickly find the codes to disable the Ebon Hawk's shields. The Sith began bombing the planet as the entire party made a run for the ship. They were stopped by Davik and Calo Nord, who tried to kill them. Sion killed Calo with ease while Revan took out Davik. They all boarded the ship except for Sion, who recovered his starfighter and followed the Ebon Hawk as it finally left Taris' orbit. There was a Sith contingent of fighters to deal with, but with Revan manning the guns and Sion blasting fighters out of the sky with his starfighter, it was an easy battle. At long last, the Ebon Hawk and the Aurelia, Sion's name for his ship, went into hyperspace towards Dantooine.
During the long flight, Sion attached his aircraft to a cable on the Ebon Hawk and went down into the ship. After sleeping for a time, he sat on a cushion and meditated. There was the sound of footsteps in his cabin, and he opened his eyes to see Revan.
"You said you wanted to tell me something. I think I'd like to hear what it is," Revan stood in front of him.
Sion nodded, knowing that things were about to get very interesting, "See that the door is closed. I want no one to disturb us."
The former Dark Lord did as he was asked and sat next to the Jedi Master, "Now, what is it you wanted to tell me?"