Author's Note: Hello, ladies and gentlemen. This story is a way for me to show people that I'm still alive. As mentioned in my profile, my iPod has died and that contained all my notes and plans for my other stories. However, it gives me the chance to take a break from those stories. This is an AU version of the Mandalorian Wars. Any Mandalorian terms will be translated at the end of the chapter. I'll let you work out the changes yourselves…

Disclaimer: Knights of the Old Republic belongs to Bioware, including Revan. Star Wars belongs to Disney these days. Not to me. Although I am working to rectify that.

Coruscant, 287ATGS (After Third Great Schism)

"But, Masters, as defenders of the peace, it is the duty of the Jedi to intervene. If we continue to do nothing then the galaxy and the Republic will never again place any faith in the Order," Revan Surik argued.

The recently Knighted Jedi stood in the centre of the Council Chambers of the Jedi Temple, dark brown eyes blazing with passion. His hands were clasped behind his back and his legs were roughly level with his shoulders. In any other situation, he would have been easy to mistake for a soldier.

"No. There is more to the Mandalorian invasion. We must be wary of the threat in the shadows," the diminutive Jedi Master Vandar Tokare chided.

"But not at the cost of ignoring the threat in plain view. Even if the Mandalorians are not the only threat, they are the current one. If there is something else, then surely we would require the Republics aid to deal with it. The Republic will be incapable of helping us if there is no more Republic. Unless we act, that is what will occur," Revan almost shouted.

"This is the Council's final word, Knight Surik. The Jedi Order will not be joining the Mandalorian Wars," the aging Vrook Lamar stated.

Revan's angular features contorted in anger.

"So be it. Consider this my resignation from the Jedi Order. Perhaps you will see sense one day but until such time, we have nothing more to say to each other," Revan growled.

He turned and swept out of the Chambers, black cloak and shoulder-length, black hair billowing behind him as he strode away. The Jedi Council sat in silent shock for almost three minutes while it sank in that one of their most promising students had apparently just left the Jedi Order.

"Do you think he was serious?" the white-haired Master Atris asked, shocked.

"I think… he may have been," Master Lonna Vash responded, equally shocked.

Whilst the Council discussed this new development, Revan strode through the Temple's corridors toward his room. He barely acknowledged those he passed, scowl marring his handsome features. Younglings and padawans alike darted out of his path as he stormed by. As he approached his room, Revan used the Force to enter the code on the keypad to unlock the door.

Five minutes after entering, Revan strode back out. Now clad in his father's old black and red Mandalorian armour with his cloak still draped around his shoulders, he closed the door and picked up his two duffle bags. As he approached the hangar where his fighter was docked, three people ran through the crowded corridor in an effort to catch him.

"REVAN! WAIT UP!" shouted the only male in the trio.

Revan turned and smiled slightly when he saw his three closest friends weaving through the crowd. When the man and two women reached him, they paused at his appearance.

"So its true? You're leaving?" the man asked.

Alek was the same age as Revan, both of them being thirty-one although Revan was a few months older. Alek was a tall man, standing at roughly two metres compared to Revan's one metre seventy-five. His head was bald, with black tattoos on top of head, and was clad in traditional Jedi robes. Revan considered Alek to be his brother and the reverse was true as well, having met when Revan first arrived at the Dantooine Enclave for training.

Revan only nodded in response to his friend's question.

"Why? Why are you leaving?" one of the woman asked.

Revan looked at her. Meetra Surik was his sister, younger by three years but despite this, the two were extremely close. She was widely seen as being very beautiful as well as a skilled Jedi. She stood a few centimetres shorter than Revan with almost identical features, with the two often having been mistaken for twins. She was dressed in the same black and dark grey version of the Jedi robes that Revan had worn for his meeting with Council.

"Despite everything, the Council still refuses to join the war. I just can't take it anymore. I have to do something about, with or without the Council's permission. I'm going to go offer my services to the Republic, do what I can in the war," Revan told them.

"Give me a minute, I'll get my things," Alek said, turning to go before Revan grabbed his arm.

"You have always followed me, Alek, and I thank you for it. Not this time though. This is my path. Not yours. We will see each other again, old friend, don't worry about that," Revan told the taller man, releasing his arm.

"I don't want you to go," the other woman cried, wrapping her arms around Revan and sobbing into his shoulder.

Revan patted her on the back. Bastila Shan's watery, grey eyes looked up at him, begging him to stay. The seventeen year old had her brown hair tied into two pigtails and was clad in training clothes, obviously having been in the middle of a workout. Revan had been sent with his master, Kreia, to retrieve her from Talravin and she had become another sibling to him.

"I have to, Bas. Don't worry, I'll be fine. You be good and make sure to keep Alek in line because I can't anymore," Revan remarked, eliciting a chuckle from the others.

They talked the rest of the way to the hangar. As Revan placed his bags in the storage compartment, Bastila's comlink went off. After a hurried conversation with the person at the other end and an even more hurried goodbye to Revan, Bastila ran out of the hangar.

Revan stood opposite his friend and his sister. Eventually, Alek took the initiative.

"Well then, Revan, I guess this is it. It's been great," Alek told his friend, stepping forward.

"Indeed it has, my friend. Keep an eye on the girls for me, would you?" Revan requested, stepping forward and hugging his friend.

"Of course. I'll even keep two eyes on them whenever I can spare them," Alek agreed, struggling to hold back tears.

"Thank you, Alek, for everything," Revan said, also on the verge off tears.

"Good luck out there, Revan. May the Force be with you," Alek said in farewell, with a slight bow.

"And also with you, Alek. And don't you dare let me down," Revan joked.

"Wouldn't dream of it, Revan. Goodbye, my friend," Alek said as he turned to leave.

Once Alek had left, Revan turned to his sister. The look she was giving him almost made him change his mind.

"Well, I guess this is it then," Meetra said coldly.

"Meetra, don't," Revan sighed.

"What? You said you would always be there for me. How do you plan to do that now, brother?" the woman snarled.

"That's not fair. I'm doing what I have to. Father always told us to do what we felt we had to," Revan pointed out, calmly.

"I'm pretty sure father wasn't meaning for either of us to fight against our people though," Meetra shouted at him.

"No, I'm sure he didn't. However, he would appreciate that I was standing by my beliefs, just as you are. I don't need you to agree with me, Meetra, just accept that this is what I need to do," Revan pleaded.

"I know. I just wish you didn't," Meetra said, seeming to deflate along with her temper.

Revan stepped forward and enveloped her in his arms as she started to cry.

"This is how it has to be, sis. I'm sorry, I truly am. But I'm sure you'll cope. We'll see each other again. I have seen this much in the Force. I do not know when or where but we will meet again, Meetra. But until then, this is goodbye," Revan told her, disentangling himself from her arms.

"Ret'urcye mhi, ner vod. Good luck and ni kar'tayl gar darasuum," Meetra told him as he climbed into his fighter.

"Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, ner vod. Ret'urcye mhi," Revan said as the cockpit closed.

Meetra stood in the hangar, tears streaming down her face as the fighter took off. Only once the Aurek-class fighter had disappeared from sight did the Jedi turn and leave the hangar.

Translations

Ret'urcye mhi - Goodbye; Literally: "Maybe we'll meet again"

Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum - "I love you."

Ner vod - "my brother/sister"; colloquially also "my friend"