Greetings all. Revenants is my attempt to reconstruct one of several original endings of KOTOR II:The Sith Lords. As you probably know, an estimated 40% of the plot (particularly concerning the ending) is missing from the final version of the game. If you are interested in my source material, I encourage you to check out the entry on this game on Wookiepedia, and also in the reconstruction efforts of Team Gizka (whom I am not affiliated with, but support wholeheartedly). I go off-script a little, and extrapolate a little, but all of the major plot points are there. Enjoy!
Revenants
A voice woke him.
Instinctively, he felt around in his mouth with his tongue. All of his teeth were still in, but he could taste blood from somewhere.
"Disciple," the voice said again. A woman's voice, but not Saer's. Mira.
"Disciple, you have to…we need you to…"
He opened his eyes, and the bounty hunter came slowly into focus.
"…wake up."
He was on the cold metal floor of the Ebon Hawk, in the main hold. Only the emergency lights were online, and they cast a strange red glow over everyone. Atton, arms crossed over his chest, facing away from him. Mira, trying to pull him off the floor. Mandalore, looming over them, still in full armor.
Mical sat up, clutching his head.
"Where's Saer? Where's Bao-Dur?"
Mira looked away. She had a brilliant bruise spreading along her jaw-line.
"Bao-Dur…was in the same compartment as you were. But he wasn't as lucky."
Mical shook his head furiously, trying to dislodge the disorientation. His eyes stung.
"What?" He said, although he already understood. He felt Bao-Dur's absence as keenly as he had ever felt anything.
"He's dead," Mandalore's modulated voice continued from overhead. "And the Exile is missing. She went after Kreia herself."
Mical only groaned, and thought about the best way to stand up. Mira grabbed an arm and helped haul him to his feet. Onasi. He had to contact Admiral Onasi. The Sojourn was the only ship in the fleet large enough and powerful enough to hold it's own inside Malachor V's massive gravity well.
He'd seen this in dreams. Strange shadowy images. He saw this confrontation when he looked at Saer sometimes. He knew others did as well. It was both her blessing and her curse that her future always seemed so static, written in the Force like stone. From the moment they'd met again on Dantooine, he knew that they were hurtling toward this moment. Toward Malachor V.
"I'm contacting Admiral Onasi on the Sojourn immediately. The Exile means to detonate the Mass Shadow generator again. He can transport you all a safe distance away. I'll stay here with the Hawk, if she still flies, and…"
Atton spun around on his heel.
"…Find her? Rescue her? How noble of you," he bit out. "I'm staying, too. She needs all the help she can get." He stepped out of shadow to face him.
Mical only stared at him for a moment, startled. His face was pale and drawn, and his hair was plastered down with sweat. He clutched the hilt of his lightsaber.
"You're not her only student."
Long, tense moments passed. Finally, Mical nodded. "Of course."
"Now wait a second! I'm not leaving either!" Mira exclaimed suddenly. "I didn't come all the way from Nar Shaddaa to…"
"We have to leave." Mandalore spoke up. Attention in the hold switched from one conflict to the other. "I've traveled with Jedi for long enough to know that this is Jedi business. And frankly, this isn't going to end well. Our duty now is to the Clans."
Mira only stared at him, arms crossed. She looked completely nonplussed at the revelation that Mandalore cared whether she lived or died.
"Our duty?I wasn't born a Mandalorian."
"But you lived as one, fought as one. Come back to Dxun. If not for the Mandalorians' sake, then for mine. Come with me."