A little background is needed for this piece. Revan, AKA Sienna was pure light side on Taris, but by the first planet she visited, Tatooine, she had dropped some, and by the leviathan had dropped even more, though still in the camp of the Light side. After it… well this is my exploration of it. This will be a short few chapters beginning with when they entered the Sith academy, while Bastilla falls to Malak. And uhh, this is my first real try at any REAL romance relationship… so bare with me. Especially as I'm a guy /wink. Pay attention to the name… important distinction.

not appropriate for younger children in some parts. I think its still Teen though. Lemme know if I'm wrong when the moment comes (next chapter)

"Shut up Carth!"

Carth looked at her blankly for a moment, then looked around quickly, checking for anyone. "Excuse me little Ms. Prissy, but since when do YOU have complete control."

Sienna sneered into his face. "Why don't you be quiet? I'm here to find the Star Map so I can go and save the Republic. The Republic that you love so dearly."

He paused for a moment. "But how do…"

"I won't betray you out of self-preservation… Malak will hunt me until either he's dead or I'm dead, so therefore, he has to die… so you have to know that if I do betray you, it won't come until after he's dead. Or I'm dead."

Carth grimaced, pursing his lips slightly, looking like he was about to pout.

Sienna sighed. "Listen, Carth, I'm sorry to be so brutally honest with you, but…" she paused, trying to organize her thoughts. Her very confused thoughts. "The truth is that I'm not really sure about what I'm doing more then ever. I have… these memories, and they're…" she paused, and stifled back a sob. "They're horrible. They're of me torturing people for the fun of it. Killing random people…" her voice dropped to a whisper. "Ordering Malak to Telos…" A tear slid down her eye, but before she could wipe it away, Carth brushed it away.

"I'm sorry baby… it's just… you know how I am, right." She nodded in front of him, and he pulled her into a tight hug.

"I'm so sorry Carth. For everything. I don't know how you hide your hate for me…"

He hushed her softly. "Shhhh. Baby doll, there is none. Just love. Just love," he whispered softly into her ear.

He felt Revan… NO, Sienna, sob softly in his chest, and his words had the opposite effect desired, as it was clear that she was far more distressed by his words…

He sighed, realizing her mind was a bigger mess then anyone would have thought possible… The great Sith Lord Revan, reduced to a crying baby…

Deep down he felt a spurt of joy at this, but just as quickly repressed it. This wasn't right. No matter who she once was, Sienna was a good woman…

Pain and Darkness… those were the first 2 senses that assailed Bastilla when at last she awoke. The pain was all over, a testament to the fight she had put up with Malak…

But it had been for nought. His power had far surpassed her, but she had tried anyways. The darkness disappeared as she slowly opened her eyes. She found herself restrained on a cold, hard metal interrogation chair, a collar of some sort tied tightly about her neck, her wrists and ankles held tight by the metal. She struggled for a moment, but gave up when she realized it wasn't moving.

She sighed, reaching into herself for the force… but couldn't feel it. Panic threatened to overtake her, but she breathed slowly… of course Malak wouldn't leave her with the force. The collar about her neck must be one of those force restraining collar.

Why did she have to be so stupid and attack Malak. Revan wasn't worth it, she had slowly been falling from the light side, and with the knowledge that she was Revan… well she hadn't liked the feeling she'd felt from her bond. Scary… that woman held more power then Malak could even dream of.

Come to think of it, why had she jumped to Revan's defense. Every action she had taken since this assignment had lead everyone, even herself, to believe that she… well, not hated, but strongly disliked Sienna. Perhaps it was the hurt, the sorrow in Sienna's eyes when she realized it was true and she looked at Bastilla… that innocence taken from her. For in reality, Sienna had been a good woman, probably would have made a better Jedi then she herself… if you forgot the whole Revan thing that is. But it could also have been… she shuddered at the word she was thinking of… love. For it was true that Revan had been extremely charismatic, and Sienna had the same power. And the masters had warned that something like this might happen… such was the power of they're bond that it could create love between them.

Evidently it had.

The door whisked open quickly, and in strode none other then Malak, walking tall and proud. His metallic jaw shining, his cape flourishing, and his outfit well pressed, he looked almost… not evil for a lack of a better term.

But if you looked above all that, into his face… his eyes… you could not be mistaken for what he was. Pure hatred glowered from them. Cold, hard, merciless. Bastilla shuddered even as she looked into them.

Malak, seeing this, cackled loudly, before reaching out with his hand to caress her cheek. "Why hello there princess," he said soflty… almost reverently.

Her very flesh crawled with his hands touch, and if she could have, she would have struck out at him. All she could do was pull away and glare a dagger at him. "You won't turn me," she said simply, as if it were her final words.

A mocking laughter answered her. "Bastilla, greater Jedi than you have turned. In fact, I've even turned a Master. Now THAT was a feat that I am proud of." He grinned wickedly. "You will turn." And his answer had the same finalness to it that Bastilla did, but there was more conviction to it then Bastilla's words.

She spat at him, hitting him square on the cheek. He merely wiped it away, nodding.

And then he stepped back, and she saw his eyes glow redder, and knew she was in trouble…

"Revan…"

Reaching up, Sienna wiped the sweat away from her brow. This search in the tomb of Tulak Hord was not going well. She had killed a few Tuk'ata hounds at the entrance of the tomb, but it had been quiet… too quiet since then. She crept along stealthily, and she could feel the power of the dark side about her… intoxicating…

"Damn those Sith for not letting me bring anyone in with me, I would feel far more safe with HK or Carth here." Even thinking about Carth brought a surge of emotions to her mind, but she pushed them down. She didn't need to be thinking about them at a time like this.

She peeped around the corner cautiously, but there was nothing, just a sealed door up ahead. She strolled ahead, relaxing her guard…

She regretted it immediately, as the door behind her slammed down, and within seconds a gas began to fill the chamber. She took a deep breath quickly, and used the force to allow it to sustain her. Hopefully long enough to get a door open. But she realized that she had gotten a small dose of gas in that breath, and her limbs grew sluggish, weak. She reached the door behind her regardlessly, and, pulling on the force heavily, she stabbed her lightsaber through the door…

Before she could do anything further, she opened her mouth in agony and screamed as a blast of dark energy assailed her mind, bursting through her defenses and flaying at it. She sucked in a breath, and dropped to her knees before collapsing to the ground, her sabers slipping away, unconscious from the gas before hitting the ground.

Bastilla screamed, and screamed, and screamed until her throat was raw and bloody, unable to scream. Lightning blast after lightning blast played over her, firing every nerve, every muscles. And when it wasn't lightning, Malak was blasting at her mind with his dark energy. Although the force collar seemed to inhibit her own force powers, it did nothing for other powers attacking her… Her wrists and ankles were bloody from struggling against the restraints, her entire body burned in a fiery wrath.

Malak stood over her, laughing manically. "How was that Bastilla… Enjoyable, no?"

Bastilla didn't reply, as she panted and writhed in pain. How long had he been doing this, hours? He must be growing tired.

"I know exactly what you're thinking right now. You're wondering how long we've been doing this, and thinking I must be tired. Others have been through this, and they recall it explicitly, my delicious Bastilla." As he said this, he reached out and grabbed her head forcefully, turning her to him. "It has not been long at all my dear. A mere hour. A drop in the bucket. I could do this for days. I have done it for days even, though usually more pressing matters push in.

Bastilla groaned painfully, while on the inside she struggled to come to terms with this. An hour? How could she possibly fight it. She didn't kid herself. Her mind was already as battered as her body. Malak knew exactly what he was doing. She coughed roughly, before spitting out, "I… I won't fall."

Malak laughed bitterly at this. "Oh you will… but I have other matters to attend to. I will return… or if not me, someone else… and I think you'll prefer me to them."

"Get up, whore!"

Sienna awoke slowly… painfully, opening her eyes. Sighing, she brought her hand up to her forehead.

It didn't move. She panicked for a moment before becoming more awake… she found herself standing up in a room, and felt for the force, but found it was… distant from her. She could feel it, but couldn't truly access it. She realized she was in a very powerful stasis lock, explaining her loss of force power and inability to move.

Not good… not good at all. But her jaw could still move.

"What…" she said weakly, before clearing her throat. "What is going on?" she asked, more forceful.

A twisted old Sith jammed right up to her face. His breath reaked of blood, and it was all she could do to not gag. His yellow eyes burned crazily, but what Sith's didn't… "Silence… I will be the only one asking questions here. I have the power."

She didn't recognize this Sith, and what he said was true… for now, so Sienna wisely kept her mouth shut.

"At least you can see that. My name is Jorak Uln. The former leader of the academy, but now this is my home. A bit dusty and dirty, but home nonetheless."

Sienna said nothing still.

"Ah good, silent. Well, we must move on. What I'm going to do is test you for Sith like behavior. Answer the questions right and you live. Oh… one more thing. I'd like you to meet Mekel. Say hello Mekel."

He pointed off to the side, and Sienna looked out of the corner of her eye to see a sith soldier… the one who had forced those people to stand outside the academy to death… lying on the ground, barely alive. He grunted something that sounded vaguely like "save me."

"The way this works is simple, answer correct, and I will… punish him. Answer wrong, and I will punish you. This will continue until one or the other of you is dead."

Mekel weakly pushed himself up. "To… together we… we can defeat… him," he gasped out slowly.

"Don't be silly Mekel… onto business. First question. Your immediate superior amongst the sith is an effective commander and a fine leader. He trusts you and you like him. You see an opportunity to kill him. What do you do?" He waited for a moment. "Speak!" he finally exclaimed.

Sienna mumbled quietly, "Gimme a sec…"

Jorak impatiently tapped his foot in front of her, and Sienna quickly laid it out. It sounded exactly like what had occurred between her and Malak. So she knew exactly the answer he wanted…

But to do so would hurt Mekel. Of the dark side… but was she willing to die for Mekel. Her thoughts flitted to Carth…

"Oh Carth, what do I do…" Even as she said this, the answer came to her…

Sighing and preparing for the worst, she said simply, "Do nothing… he… he's good for the Sith."

In front of her she saw Jorak scowl, before 'blowing up'. "WRONG. You miss your chance for power… and with that power, you could crush your enemies. Time for your lesson."

Sienna braced for it, but it surpassed her wildest expectation. The force lightning flew at her rapidly, firing her nerves off, but she couldn't move so all she felt was the burning pain. And with it, the dark energies attacked her mind, and a scream ripped from her throat, as her thoughts grew fuzzy… and in a moment it was gone, but she had lost that last thread that she had been thinking of…

Her limbs felt even more leaden now, and she knew that this man was very strong… and had every intention of killing her if she answered wrong, and could damn well do it…

"Well now, I hope you learned a valuable lesson… Second question. You come across a group of humans who are threatened by dangerous animals. They plead for help, offering you a reward. What do you do?"

Visions immediately flashed in her mind of this very occurrence. She knew the answer… she glanced at Mekel… screw him, she'd kill this bastard and every other person in her way… as soon as she got out of this. "Take their damn reward and leave them." Her own words surprised her… not what she said, but the way she said them… with such… vehemence. She grinned inwardly. It felt oh so good…

"Excellent! You gain a good reward, and they were clearly to weak to survive. Mekel… time for your medicine."

Revan watched in glee as Mekel screamed from the torture. Deep down something told her this was wrong… but she couldn't control herself.

She answered the remainder of her questions in as Sith a manner as could be thought. At last Mekel died.

"About time you idiot. Now I'll rip out this fools heart," she thought to herself coldly.

"Excellent work, my apprentice. You're free to go. I shall teach you more later." With a wave he released her from the stasis.

She couldn't help but release a sigh of happiness as the powers flowed back to her. She quickly set it to work healing her injuries and shoring up her mental defenses, knowing what to expect from this fool…

It was but a moment. She called her lightsabers to her, both of them, and ignited them. "I don't think so, fool."

She saw Jorak's surprised look, and then he grinned. "Excellent, you are truly worthy of the Sith."

Revan grinned ferally. "Oh, I'm more then worthy… You see, I brought the Sith to the present power they are now."

She saw Jorak's confused look. "What are you…"

"SILENCE." She said it so strongly, so loudly that Jorak obeyed. "You fool… I am the Dark Lord Revan. Bow down to me. I am going to kill Malak, retake the Sith, and crush everyone in my path," she said powerfully and confidentally. And then she moved into the Sith code, which Jorak quietly said with her. Upon finishing, she glanced up at Jorak, seeing fear in his eyes.

And with a quick cut, before Jorak could even react, she cut off his head, and turned away. And then she felt Bastilla's touch on her mind, and wondered how long it had been there. Before she could do anything else, Bastilla was gone.

She blinked widely at this, and at last she took note of what she had just done…

Sienna choked back a sob. What had she done… what had she said…

Was she going to fall?

She collapsed to her knees and began crying.

Ok so I kinda switched and moved Revan's moods around a bit more then I thought I would, but this is supposed to represent how she's so confused, and she doesn't know what to do. It gets darker...

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