Just my humble take on the events of KOTOR. I'm in college, so updates might be kind of sparse sometimes, but I'm going to try my hardest to actually finish this story. I own absolutely zero of this except for my shitty headcanons and the liberties taken with canon stuff.
Any feedback (positive or negative) is appreciated.
As always, enjoy :)
-ThequeenChrissy

"No matter what a waste one has made of one's life, it is ever possible to find some path to redemption, however partial."

― Charles Frazier, Cold Mountain

The Republic battleships had appeared seemingly out of nowhere, but the fleet was small and no doubt would be easily wiped out by the Sith armada, especially when the counterattack was led by none other than Darth Revan herself. From her vantage point on the command deck, the Dark Lord was able to watch the battle unfold. Beneath her Mandalorian mask that kept her face concealed from the world, a smirk formed on her lips. Everything was going smoothly. In no time, the foolish attempt at a Republic attack would be over. They would go crawling back to Coruscant weak and defeated while her forces grew stronger and stronger every day.

She listened intently to the transmissions of reports being exchanged by the crew, but they quickly became increasingly garbled with the sounds of battle. Without even blinking, Revan shot a quick beam of lightening from the tips of her fingers to destroy the transmitter. It hadn't even been her first indication that something was wrong anyway. She had sensed the Jedi scum as soon as they'd stepped foot on her vessel.

Let them come, Revan thought. They will die like the others before them. Those that have fallen to them already are weak. She crossed her arms behind her back, waiting, knowing it was only a matter of time before they found her. She wouldn't even give them the satisfaction of knowing that she had been anticipating them. She was quite content to let them assume that for once, they'd caught her off guard and unprepared. She could feel the uneasiness of the young Sith acolytes beside her. She scoffed. They were stupid, sniveling, pathetic. Hardly worthy of the Sith at all. They would die soon, and she would not pity them.

In time, the infiltrators had battled their way to the command deck. The sounds of a firefight echoed behind her, but Revan made no move to join the chaos. When silence fell, she sent the acolytes out against whatever forces remained, knowing very well that they would not return to her. She could hear their bodies as they hit the floor. She didn't even flinch.

"Surrender, Revan." A voice from behind her demanded. Revan whirled around, her black robes and black cloak flailing around her as she did. A lone Republic soldier and four Jedi stood before her. She recognized one of the Jedi, who was no doubt the youngest in the group, as Bastila Shan, the Padawan who had mastered the ability of Battle Meditation. The other 3 were vague faces embedded in the memory of her time at the Jedi Enclave on Dantooine. Revan's gaze fell to Bastila. Turning her to the Dark Side would prove to be a most powerful advantage, but that would have to wait until after she was captured. The battle at hand was more important.

Without so much as hesitating, Revan lifted the soldier using the Force and promptly choked him, tossing his lifeless body aside as if he were nothing but a child's plaything to her. Laughing, she held out her hand as her double-bladed lightsaber detached itself from her belt and landed in her palm. The saber flared to life. She swung the red blade around in her hand, as if to taunt them.

"You cannot win, Revan!" the youngest Jedi cried. Another hidden smirk had crossed Revan's face as she raised her hand to strike when an unexpected explosion of canon fire from behind absorbed the Dark Lord and knocked everyone else to the ground. As Revan fell, as she was assaulted by flashes of light and pain, she did not need to question what had gone wrong. She already knew. As she lay there, crippled by her injuries that she did not doubt would kill her, her last comprehendible thought was, Alek you fucking traitorous bastard. As she was overtaken by a darkness that she could no longer fight off, she begged it to be death.

Bastila recovered quickly from the blast, springing quickly across the bridge to Revan's nearly lifeless body. Delicately, she checked for signs of vitality. "She's alive!" Bastila announced, surprised.

"Bastila, we should hurry. Leave her here, it's pointless to try and save her. It is likely she will die of her injuries anyway. The Council will not be angry if we lose her due to Malak's treachery," Anyara, an older Cathar Jedi Knight advised.

"No!" Bastila protested. "She's still alive, and we can still save her! We have to try! Help me!" she pleaded.

Another explosion rocked the ship. "Bastila-," Anyara started to say, but was cut off.

"Just help her," Aldren Dayos, the oldest Jedi of the four of them, grumbled. "She's right, and the less time we spend arguing about it, the more likely we are to survive."

Anyara, Aldren, and Niko, the last of the surviving Jedi, moved quickly to Bastila's side to aid the wounded Dark Lord of the Sith. Aldren and Niko carried Revan, while Anyara and Bastila fended off any remaining Sith soldiers.

They reached transport, and once they were safely aboard and away, Aldren and Niko carried the dying Sith to the medbay, where Bastila, and now the medical droid, continued to attempt to save her life, though her body seemed to be refusing any type of treatment.

"Bastila, there is nothing more you can do," Niko consoled. "Let her go. Remember what Anyara said. The Council will not be angry if you tried."

"There is one thing I can do," Bastila said, looking up at the older Jedi.

"Bastila, I must strongly discourage that. You don't know what kind of effect it will have on her…or you, for that matter," Niko replied.

"If it is the only thing that can be done, I must do it," Bastila argued.

"You are far too stubborn for your own good, my child. Do what you see fit. I hope you do not pay the consequences of your stubbornness one day," Niko replied curtly, then left the medbay.

Once he had gone, Bastila removed the Mandalorian mask that concealed Revan's true face, astonished by the great yet terrible beauty that she found hidden away beneath it. The now former Sith Lord's eyes fluttered open and she reached out to grasp Bastila's hand.

"Are you going to kill me?" Revan whispered. Her voice was broken and raspy, hardly recognizable.

"No," Bastila whispered in reply.

"Why not? I am going to die soon anyway. Please let me die," Revan pleaded. "There is nothing for me now in life. I am no longer Lord of the Sith; I will refuse to turn back to the Light. If you do not kill me, I will do it myself."

"No," Bastila whispered again. "I'm going to save you." She turned over her shoulder to the medbay droid. "Sedate her. Quickly."

The droid did as Bastila had commanded. Revan attempted to protest, but her body was too weak. Her strength was failing. This was Bastila's moment. If she didn't do this know, Revan-and all of her knowledge on how to stop the Sith-would be lost forever. Bastila reached out through the Force, fighting through the Darkness that surrounded Revan's mind, until she found it, the fading spark of Revan's life. Carefully, delicately, Bastila preserved the spark not so much that it would burst into flame-she would leave that much to the Council-but enough so Revan would not die, that the life that she was barely clinging on to would be preserved.

Exhausted, but her task finished, Bastila removed herself from Revan's mind. "Keep her heavily sedated," she instructed the med-droid. "If anything unusual occurs, report it immediately." Bastila joined the other Jedi, but kept silent about what she had done. In her heart, she knew she had done the right thing, and to her that was a small victory despite whatever consequences might arise from her actions.