This fanfic takes place at the end of KOTOR I, and will then run parallel to KOTOR II until finally finishing (providing I can keep the story alive that long – lol) after the end of KOTOR II. Basically this story follows a light side male Revan on his journey through space towards the 'real' Sith in the outer rim (as is mentioned in KOTOR II), and will then follow the impendent battles that Revan will face against true evil.

Please leave any feedback in reviews, so that I can know whether to continue, and if so where to take it :-)

Chapter 1 begins as Revan is travelling to the outer rim, but a large part will be focusing on the build-up to his departure from Coruscant after the battle against Malak. Chapter 2 will continue with this, and will then bring us back to Revan's actual journey. Enjoy :-)

Disclaimer: All things Star Wars: KOTOR I & II are owned by LucasArt, Bioware Corp. & Obsidian.


1. Reflecting on Coruscant

Blackness. Blackness and stars for as far as the eye could see. After having been travelling for almost 2 weeks, Revan's thought patterns had been plaguing him. As his ship hurtled through space, the only things he had seen were stars, and he could only seem to focus on one thing: the love he had left behind.

He could remember well how Bastila had betrayed the Jedi. After his ordeal, fighting to bring back memories that were stolen away from him, he had not realised how easily she had fallen to Malak's power. Having been forced to duel with her had been such a strain on his heart, and having seen her carried away by Republican Soldiers afterwards had been hard to bear.

After the final battle with Malak on the Star Forge, Revan had been classed a hero, a saviour to the Republic. But he had not accepted these titles easily, and didn't wish to be the centre of attention as concerned the battle itself. After the short ceremony at Coruscant, Revan had sped away to his apartment, to gather his thoughts and to meditate on what had happened as a whole over the last few weeks. He remembered well the words of Master Vandar,

'This victory over the Dark Lord Malak is remarkable, and has placed the Republic in better stead, in this great war against the Sith. But mark my words, young padawan… this is but the beginning. The real battles are being fought in the outer rims, and there, is where the true force of our power is needed.'

Revan had marvelled at the seriousness of Vandar's expression when he had conveyed these thoughts. 'Surely, the war against the Sith had been won against Malak', he had thought, 'can there really be any Sith left worth fighting?'

He had meditated on these thoughts for countless hours in his apartment, when an abrupt knock had come to his door. It had been Master Vrook; wanting to again congratulate Revan on the part he played in the Republic's victory, as if he hadn't done so enough already. His meditation interrupted, Revan had calmly rose to his feet, and walked slowly towards the door. He had done so in the hope that whoever was there would become impatient waiting, but when he finally arrived at the door and pulled it open, he had found Master Vrook looking at him proudly.

>>(Flashback)>>

"Padawan! No… Revan!" Vrook smiled, "I suppose, after all you have done for us, the least I can do is address you by your name."

Revan, inviting him in and showing him a seat, looked at Vrook, and noticed quickly his abrupt manner.He soon found himself wondered what it was exactly that Vrook had ventured this far from his living quarters to enquire of him.

"I don't suppose this is a neighbourly visit?" Revan asked, almost knowing the answer for certain. "What is it that you come here for Vrook? I sense you didn't come all this way by foot to congratulate me again now, did you?" Revan asked impatiently. Vrook sat down.

"Well actually yes, that is why I have travelled here… partly. You see… this is by no means the end of our troubles Revan. The Sith are still out there. Malak has fallen, but yet another Dark Jedi will step in to take his place as Dark Lord of the Sith. And not only that, but the Sith Empire will rise again, just as it always does." Vrook paused, trying to find the correct way to put what he needed to say next into words. "However, I feel that… you are not needed here to combat these… new enemies that will arise." Vrook exclaimed.

A look of confusion spread to Revan's face. He knew well that a new Dark Lord would arise, he assumed so through the memories of the Sith that were still buzzing through his mind. However, in face of what had happened just hours previous, he had assumed along with it that he would be there to combat the new threat. Thoughts of imprisonment, exile, and even execution started to fill Revan's mind. He started to reason that even in face of all the good he had done in service to the Republic, his time as Dark Lord Revan had condemned him to some kind of severe punishment from the Council. His fears however, were without basis, as Vrook was soon to reveal to him.

"No. Your powers, Revan, are needed elsewhere. I feel you are needed… in the outer rim."

That's the end of chapter 1, the end of Revan's reflection on Coruscant will be in chapter 2, and then I will be bringing it back to Revan's journey itself. I wanted to try and get how Revan felt after defeating Malak in this chapter, and I figured he would have felt happy (he had saved the Republic), but also empty (he had just killed an old friend). I wanted to show that he wanted to be alone, which is why I had him talk to Vrook in a slightly disrespectful way.

Please let me know what you thought, as I will continue if I get positive feedback :-) All thoughts are welcome, and thanks for reading!

Til next time...