As many of you may have noticed, this site seems to have been flooded with light side female Revan fics lately. How long has it been since someone has posted a good old male Revan story? It's been awhile, but it's been even longer since I've seen a dark side male Revan story. Granted this story doesn't necessarily center around Revan, but you get the idea.
Also, for the sake of the formalities, I do not own Star Wars, Knights of the Old Republic I or II. This story is mine though.
Summary
DMRevan, DFExile. Revan and the Exile both vanished at the height of power. Time went on. Now, two hundred and seventy years after the Battle of Yavin IV, the Sith have returned after learning the secrets of the eternal life. The descendants of the Skywalker family will lead the Jedi in the final war against the Sith Order.
Lord of the Old Republic
Chapter I: Assault on the Jedi Order
In the year 3945 BBY the Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Revan, was betrayed by his apprentice, Malak, and fell from power. Desperate to stop Malak, the Jedi concocted a plan to turn Revan to their side. Having erased most of his memories, the Jedi Council hoped that Revan could be saved and would lead them to Malak's source of power. Unfortunately, the darkness within Revan was too great to be purged and he betrayed the Jedi. Having regained enough of his power to seek revenge on Malak, Revan and his apprentice Bastila boarded an ancient space station known as the Star Forge where they single handedly eliminated all of Malak's forces. Revan and Malak faced each other in one final duel where Revan slew his former apprentice and reclaimed control of the Sith and the Star Forge. A year later, at the height of his power, Revan and the Star Forge vanished. His apprentice departed to find her master and was never heard of again. What happened to Revan, Bastila, and the Star Forge have been a mystery for more than four thousand years.
269 ABY – Jedi Enclave – Dantooine
Elaine Skywalker stepped out into the cool crisp morning air and inhaled deeply, savoring the sweet morning. She sighed as she looked out over the vast plains of Dantooine, seeing farmers in the fields with their tractors or dewbacks. It was early, only eight a.m. of the twenty-seven hour day but the farmers were already hard at work, preparing for the coming harvest. Soon the small town that had formed around the growing Jedi Enclave would be bustling with farmers and merchants and dealers, all trying to make an honest living.
Elaine's amethyst colored eyes could see the entire town from her room on the twelfth floor of the enclave. She enjoyed the view of the honest community that had been built around the guidance of the Jedi Council. In the years since its foundation, the town had a nearly zero percent crime rate. The jails inside of the enclave had been empty for nearly a century and this was all due to the careful teachings of the Jedi Order.
She turned around and walked into her small, well-furnished apartment. She shed the comfortable bath robe she had been wearing and dressed herself in a beige tunic with white leggings, and a brown cloak. She fastened her belt to her hip and clipped her lightsaber to it. Pulling her long silky hair back into a pony-tail that ended around her waist, Elaine walked to her computer. After keying in her password, the screen flashed and a digital image of seal of the Galactic Alliance appeared before her.
Instantly, a digital envelope appeared on the screen, which she tapped with her finger. It disappeared and was replaced by a memo from Master Jade Skywalker, her mother. She quickly scanned the contents and seeing that it was no more than a reminder that she was working the seminar later that day she deleted it.
After a quick breakfast of eggs and a somewhat foul tasting protein juice that the Jedi were required to drink, Elaine left her apartment and went down to the first floor, the study hall. It had been many years since Elaine had been required to spend time in the study hall, seeing as how only the most basic core learning material of the Jedi was located there, but it was refreshing to see young padawans eagerly looking over volumes of Jedi knowledge that had been reproduced for millennia.
"Elaine," a sharp voice spoke impatiently.
The Jedi Knight turned around to see her mother, Jade Skywalker, walking towards her. Jade Skywalker was an older woman, nearing sixty years of age, though she looked about thirty-five. Her only slightly gray hair was pulled into a tight bun and her grand robes were neatly pressed and straightened. Her worn face bore a hard expression towards her daughter and her cerulean eyes held an expectant look.
Despite the icy tone she wore, Elaine saw right through mother's façade. She smiled warmly at her mother and nodded. "Yes?" she asked politely.
"Are you and Rouge ready for this morning?" Jade asked.
Elaine nodded again at her mother. "Rouge has gone into the town to buy a few things for the celebration tomorrow night, but she'll be back in time. If she's not, Jacen will cover for her."
Jade's lip curled when she heard this and she bit her lip to keep from snapping. "Is he ready for this?" her mother asked. "This is a rather dangerous demonstration."
"Jacen is nearly as skilled as Rouge and I. He is more than ready."
"Very well," Jade replied with a shrug. "I expect you both in the coliseum in half an hour."
"We will be there," she assured her mother. "Now stop worrying."
Jade sighed and turned away without a word. Elaine shook her head and smiled. Her mother could be a bother at times, not that she could blame her. After what had happened to her father, Han Skywalker, it's no surprise that Jade was a bit apprehensive when it came to her daughters using lightsabers. Han Skywalker had been killed in a ceremonial lightsaber duel four years previously. It had been a grievous tragedy and the Jedi who had killed him left the order in shame. It wasn't until later that they learned that the catwalk Han had been walking on had been sabotaged, but by then it was too late. The Jedi was gone and no one had heard from him since.
Elaine had always enjoyed ceremonial duels or demonstrations, but her mother had been weary of them since her father's death. As she made her way towards the coliseum, the young Jedi considered things. She wasn't concerned that she could be hurt today in the duel. The padawans who had chosen the path of the Jedi guardian had built their first training sabers and now needed to be educated in the ways of saber combat and construction. She and her sister, Rouge Skywalker, would go over the eight forms of saber combat and there would be a practice duel between the two of them.
She was actually looking forward to the seminar. She and Rouge had been named the greatest swordswomen in the Jedi Order and it had been quite some time since they had tested their skills against one another. It was a rare treat to face an opponent whose skills even came near her own. Anticipation surged through her as she entered the Jedi Coliseum. The padawans were already beginning to arrive and were being seated inside of the actual arena.
The coliseum itself was a giant structure just behind the Jedi Enclave. There were huge statues circling the arena, which was filled in with well groomed grass. The statues were of various Jedi who had served the New Order since its inception. At the highest point of the coliseum, where the Jedi Council would sit with a cover over their heads, was the statue of Grand Master Luke Skywalker, Elaine's ancestor and founder of the New Jedi Order. Colored marble statues of other great Jedi, such as Mara Jade Skywalker, Ben Skywalker, Jaina Solo, Yoda Tokare, Mace Windu, and Obi-Wan Kenobi were spread out. Each stood in his or her chosen lightsaber form stance, making a total of seven statues to display the main seven stances.
Elaine walked up to the gathering padawans and smiled. They all looked to be about twelve years of age or so and very well disciplined. They all sat with their legs crossed and their hands folded in their laps, attention of their master; a cerean female named Li-Nomi Sundi. Sundi turned and shook Elaine's hand fondly.
"Rouge returned a short while ago," Sundi informed her. She nodded her large head towards the opposite end of the coliseum. Elaine turned and saw her sister coming towards her, along with their cousin, Jacen Solo II, great, great, great grandson of Jacen Solo, the redeemed son of Han Solo and Leia Organa Solo. Jacen was a twenty-three year old Jedi, born and raised on Ossus with his parents, Kie and Jordon Solo. He was tall, standing at approximately two meters with scruffy brown hair and deep blue eyes. He was dressed in a black tunic with matching leggings, and a silver cylindrical weapon hung from his dewback skin belt, along with a blaster pistol. Rouge, on the other hand, was not wearing Jedi robes. She had changed into a pair of tight fit pants and a low cut white t-shirt that left her mid-drift exposed. She had pulled her red-brown hair into a messy pony-tail and was holding her lightsaber in her hand.
Elaine went to greet her sister and cousin. They smiled at her fondly and embraced. "It's good to see you, Jacen. Where have you been?" she asked warmly.
"Ossus," he replied. "Master Skywalker and father have had a lot on their hands recently."
"How is Uncle Jordan?" Elaine asked.
"Busy," Jacen replied. "The Alliance has been urging the Jedi to return to Coruscant, but Master Skywalker and my father seem to be vehemently against the idea."
"We can discuss this later," Rouge interjected. "I believe that they are about to start."
Elaine and Jacen turned and saw Master Sundi gesturing for them to come over. The children looked up at them with bright faces, each one attentive to what they had to say.
"You have all chosen the way of the lightsaber," Sundi said to the children. "These two Jedi happen to be the most skilled swordswomen in the galaxy. I want you to give them your complete attention."
"Yes Master Sundi," they all chanted obediently.
"I present, Jedi Knights Elaine Skywalker and Rouge Skywalker."
The two girls stepped up to the children, while Jacen took his place behind them as an observer. "Good morning," Elaine said pleasantly. "How are all of you?"
"Good," they responded dully.
"You all have lightsabers, don't you?" Rouge asked.
"Yes," they all said as they pulled them out and held them up.
"I'm sure you've all heard from Master Sundi that your lightsaber is a tool, not a toy. It's a symbol for the Jedi Order and it is not to be taken lightly," Elaine said seriously.
"Yes," they all droned.
"Well your lightsaber is also a weapon, and like any weapon, you need to know how to use it properly," the younger sister said. "That's why we are here. There are eight forms of combat that can be used to wield a lightsaber. Knight Skywalker will demonstrate as I explain each one."
Rouge ignited her lightsaber and received several "oohs" and "ahhhs" from the children. Rouge's electrum coated hilt produced a deep violet colored blade that hummed gently in the morning air.
"Shi-Cho-,"
Elaine stopped abruptly and looked around. She could vaguely hear something, like a humming sound. She looked around, but couldn't see anything. Upon further inspection, she saw that the grass right behind Master Sundi was pressed down, as if someone were standing on it.
"Look out!" she cried as she dove towards Sundi. It was too late. The Jedi Master's attacker struck, deactivating the stealth field around it. Sundi inhaled sharply as the stinging pain struck her, severing her spinal column. The Jedi Master collapsed to the ground. Her attacker wasted no time in attacking again, severing her oblong head from her shoulders.
Elaine extended her hand and used the Force to send out a wave of static electricity, disrupting all stealth fields. Suddenly, twelve assassins were revealed, each carrying a vibroblade of some sort. There were four human males, three transdoshans, a rodian, two twi'leks, and two zabraks, plus the human who had killed Master Sundi. All of them were dressed in black armored suits that were armed with vibrodaggers and assassin pistols.
"Jacen, watch the padawans!" Rouge ordered.
Elaine ignited her cerulean colored lightsaber and moved to position herself next to Rouge. They both fell into the Vorskr Form stance, back to back. Jacen leapt in front of the kids, drawing his emerald colored lightsaber. He fell into the Juyo stance and brandished his weapon at the approaching zabraks.
"All of you drop your lightsabers!" one of the humans ordered. "None of you need to die."
"Yeah right," Jacen snarled.
"We only want the children," a twi'lek said in Basic.
"Not happening," Rouge barked.
She leapt at a nearby transdoshan who held a double-sided vibroblade and swung it at Rouge. The mercenary swung his weapon, cutting a large gash into her on coming face across the bridge of her nose. Rouge grunted as she fell to her knees. The three transdoshans circled around her, weapons raised. Rouge reached into the Force and threw it at one of them. The transdoshan didn't seem in the least bit affected by her attack.
"All of us have been trained to resist your Force powers, Jedi!" one of the humans sneered.
"Rouge?" Elaine called.
"I'm fine," she said as she stood up.
"Jacen, get the kids out of here!"
"Don't try it!" a human shouted, blocking the way out of the coliseum.
"Forget this. Kill the Jedi! Take the children!" someone ordered.
This was enough for group of attackers. They all jumped on the three Jedi, beginning the duel.
Now, Vapaad is a very difficult lightsaber form to utilize and it's even harder to master. Many Jedi consider the potential dark side effects it has on the mind to be too great a risk to take, while others consider it a small risk to take for the overwhelming power it grants the user. One Jedi using the Form of the Vornskr is said to have the ability to take on an entire army single handedly.
Granted, that idea was a bit of a stretch, but it definitely gave the user a distinct advantage. Elaine and Rouge were each holding their own against four thugs each. The Force enhanced speed augments they used gave them each the ability to deflect the attacks from all four attackers, but they had little time to throw back an attack of their own. Unfortunately, Jacen was a younger knight and not as well trained in the form as the other two and was having trouble holding off his four. The two transdoshans and two twi'leks that were attacking him seemed to have a distinct advantage.
Elaine quickly noticed this and vaulted over her foes, towards her cousin. She swung at one of the transdoshans. The alien brought its double-vibroblade up to block the saber. The alien was moving faster than Elaine had thought possible. She had never heard of a transdoshan Force-user, but these assassins all seemed to display characteristics of a trained Force sensitive.
Rouge and Jacen both were forced to retreat. The eight attackers who had been after them pursued quickly. Elaine was too tied up with her attackers to follow. Though she was the most skilled of the three Jedi, Elaine couldn't shake her attackers. She had to move fast to avoid them. The transdoshans, being natural killers, were by far the most deadly of her four attackers. Even her mastery of Vapaad couldn't penetrate their defenses.
Suddenly, two of her attackers broke away, one of them being a transdoshan. It had been a big mistake. With only two blades surrounding her, she leapt over her attacker, spun around to face him, and drove her shimmering blue blade through his chest, cutting clean through the spine. The transdoshan who remained hesitated for a moment, which cost him his life. The Jedi Knight pressed her advantage by going in for a decapitating swing. The alien reacted too slow to completely deflect the attack. His sword redirected it so the attack went lower, cutting his arm off from the bicep down. The guttural alien cry pierced the air, causing the Jedi to cringe. The alien dropped his sword and collapsed to his knees.
Elaine knew she couldn't kill him now. It went against her code as a Jedi and as a Skywalker. She settled with delivering a bone crunching kick to his nose. The alien's screams subsided as he lost consciousness. She turned around to see where her other two attackers had gone.
"The padawans!" she cried to Jacen and Rouge.
The two Jedi were backed into a corner, fending off eight assassins on their own. The battle was difficult and they had no way of gaining the upper hand. Meanwhile, the twi'lek and transdoshan who had gone after the children were now threatening them all with their swords. They were young and none of them had any significant training with a lightsaber. All of them were weak in the Force and couldn't hope to overpower these trained assassins.
The twi'lek said something to the transdoshan, who turned to see Elaine coming at him. Before she knew what had happened, the assassin drew a small pistol from his thigh holster and fired a single shot. Elaine hadn't even perceived the attack until it was too late. She moved her saber to deflect, but it was too late. The blaster bolt struck her clean in the stomach, a few inches to the right of her naval. The Jedi gasped as the sudden pain bit into her and her eyes went wide. The attack stopped her charge instantly and she stood still, trying to comprehend what had just happened.
"Elaine!" Rouge screamed from behind the swarm of enemies attacking her.
Elaine slowly began lose her focus on her surroundings. Her head began to spin and her eyes went dim. She could vaguely hear the padawans screaming ahead of her and their desperate cries for help. She tried to go for them, but her legs buckled beneath her and she slammed down into the ground. The Jedi lost consciousness soon afterwards.
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Jade Skywalker led twelve Jedi into the coliseum, each one with a lightsaber in hand. The coliseum had been hit too. She could see bodies littering the ground, though she couldn't tell which of them were dead. "Check them all!" she instructed. "Find my daughters!"
The Jedi began going from body to body, looking for any signs of life. Jade walked up to a transdoshan whose arm had been severed. Judging by the way the wound had been sealed it could only assume it had been a lightsaber cut. She looked at the creature with disgust. Its chest still rose and fell with ragged breaths and it still twitched in pain from its wound.
"This one's alive," she declared. "Knights Katarn and Korr, take it to the medical bay."
"Yes ma'am," they both replied as the two male Jedi ran up to the fallen assassin.
"Master Skywalker!" A Cathar Jedi Knight named Romani cried. Jade looked over at the young alien girl and saw that she was kneeling over Elaine.
"Is she alright?" the worried mother cried as she ran to her daughter.
"She's been shot," Romani reported. "She needs immediate care."
"Romani, call for a medical team to report to this location at once!" the Jedi Master ordered.
"Yes Master," the Cathar replied.
Jade fell down to her knees and propped her daughter up in her arms. She could see the blackened area of her daughter's robes where the blaster shot had struck her. She placed her hand over the wound and closed her eyes. The wound was too deep to be healed completely through the Force, but she might be able to alleviate the pain and rouse her daughter to consciousness.
Her efforts were in vain, however. Jade Skywalker was a swordswoman, like her two daughters and her late husband. She hadn't dedicated her training to the healing arts and she could barely heal a padawan with a scraped knee. A wound this severe would require the attention of a Jedi healer with skills far beyond her own.
Within a few minutes, a medical transport entered the coliseum and stopped beside Jade. Two men quickly hopped out and ran towards the fallen Jedi. "Is this her?" one of them asked Jade.
"Yes," she replied. "This is my daughter."
"Stand back, Master Jedi. We need to work," he told her. Jade set her daughter down gently and backed away. The two field surgeons quickly transferred her onto a stretcher and loaded her into the transport. "She'll be in the hospital inside of the enclave," the medic told her.
"Thank you."
With that, the two medics got back into their seats and the transport sped off, sirens waling. Jade clenched her fists angrily. Romani came back up to her and bowed. "I apologize to disturb you during this time, Master Skywalker, but we have completed our assessment. The padawans that were with Knights Skywalker and Knight Solo are gone, as well as all of the padawans in the enclave. Twenty-three of the assassins were killed in the attack. The only survivor was the transdoshan. It has been taken for medical treatment."
"How many Jedi were killed or injured?" the Jedi Master inquired.
"So far, fourty-seven Jedi Knights have been confirmed dead. Twenty-six more are being treated for serious injuries."
"What of Rouge and Knight Solo?" she asked.
"They still have not been found," Romani replied. She was hesitant to respond, but did after a moment. "It is likely that they have been captured."
"Master Skywalker!" Jade looked over to see Knight Liandra Korr entering the coliseum. The young girl ran up to the Jedi Master and bowed. "Master Skywalker, the grand masters have sent a message. You are to contact them immediately."
"Thank you, Knight Korr. I will see to it immediately.
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Jade Skywalker could not help but think of what her brother, Liam Skywalker, had told her as she sat in her daughter's hospital room. Across the galaxy, all twenty-two Jedi bases had been attacked. More than a thousand Jedi padawans had been captured and nearly four hundred Jedi were reported dead. She couldn't believe it. Ossus, Coruscant, Correlia, the rebuilt Yavin Praxeum; they had all been attacked. Someone had assaulted the Jedi Order itself.
Who could have done it? Attacking one Jedi stronghold would have been difficult, but to coordinate twenty-two separate attacks on twenty-two separate worlds would require the mind of a military genius – not to mention a great deal of credits and soldiers. The assassins had not been ordinary hired guns either. Jade had killed one of them, but it had been considerably more difficult than she had expected. They had all been Force sensitive, but they clearly weren't trained in the Jedi arts. The Force had been used as a way to make them faster and stronger, but it hadn't been their weapon.
All of this occupied the Jedi Master's mind as she watched her daughter float in a bacta tank. The sight pained her to see. During her battle with the assassins, Elaine had sustained several superficial cuts and bruises, but the hole in her stomach from the blaster was a different matter. It had been life threatening. Elaine had already been inside of the bacta tank for nearly four hours. Even after so much time had passed, the girl still showed no signs of waking up.
Even though the Jedi healers had saved Elaine's life, the wound may have done more damage than they had believed at first. The blaster bolt hadn't been normal. It hadn't run on plasma, like most common blasters. The Jedi who had inspected Elaine couldn't figure out what sort of blaster had been used. All they knew was that the blaster bolt had leaked radiation. It was quite possible that Elaine had received some sort of radiation poisoning.
The door slid in and a zabrak woman came into the room. She was a Jedi apprentice named Por-Tan. Her robes were somewhat tattered and she was bleeding slightly from her temple. "Master Skywalker?" she said uncertainly. Jade looked up at her and held out a datapad for her.
"What's this?" she asked.
"Summons, ma'am," Por-Tan replied. "The Grand Masters have all been called to Coruscant."
Jade took the datapad and scanned it quickly. Indeed, the Senate had voted for the Jedi Masters to come to Coruscant for immediate consultation. Jade shook her head. "Send word to Master Liam Skywalker on Ossus. I will not be attending. The enclave needs me more than the Senate does right now."
The zabrak girl looked shocked. She opened her mouth to contradict the Jedi Master, but thought better of it and nodded. "Yes ma'am." The door slid open again and another Jedi, a kel-dor named Quansh, entered the room. He bowed before the Grand Jedi Master.
"Master Skywalker," he said respectfully. "The assassin is awake."
Jade looked up and her eyes hardened. "Thank you Knight Quansh. Apprentice Por-Tan, contact Ossus immediately."
"Yes ma'am," the zabrak girl said with a bow.
Jade Skywalker stood up and left the room, leaving Quansh and Por-Tan alone. Both the kel-dor and the zabrak turned to face the bacta tank that their friend was floating in. "Elaine," Por-Tan said as she walked up to the tank.
"Were you harmed in the attack?" Quansh asked in his native language.
The zabrak nodded. "It's nothing serious; just a plasma burn on my back." She paused for a moment before turning back. "I heard about your mate. How is she?"
The kel-dor shook his head. "She didn't make it," he replied sadly. "The vibroblade nicked her artery. The healers didn't get to her in time. She bled out."
Por-Tan nodded and turned to embrace her friend. "I'm sorry my friend. She was a strong woman."
"Thank you," he said distantly. "I must go."