Chapter 1

Stole my Everything

This is a ColdHiddenBlade short story

Everyone could see something between Bastila and Naver, even when the young Jedi woman tried to fight against her feelings for the other Jedi. It was as clear as day, clearer even.

But the looks given to the pair by one of their 'friends' were missed. Anger, betrayal and sadness filled the white in red eyes of the young man who currently sat across from Mission in the cantina. The Ebon Hawk and her crew were resting in Tatooine after finding the star map in a dragon's cave.

Mission looked at the man in front of her with a small frown upon her blue brow and the Sith felt his own brow twitch. He knew that the sharp girl could tell he was in a bad mood tonight, though she didn't know it was because Naver and Bastila were caught kissing.

"What's wrong, Daxie?"

Kran Daxus sighed grumpily, his chin was heavily slumped in the palm of his hand and his frown was almost constant. "Nothing is wrong, girl."

Mission twitched in annoyance at being called girl but pushed it aside, unlike the others she knew Kran wasn't calling her 'girl' because she was young. He called everyone girl or boy, or kid if he wanted to be really insulting. Kran never called her a kid.

"You're lying… do the collar hurt?" At her words Kran's unnatural eyes peered downwards and a hand twitched towards his neck. A Force suppressor handcrafted by the Jedi Order just for him.

"Yes." He answered curtly, there was no use lying to her about that. The pain was excruciating all through his body as every ounce of Force that he had within was sapped dry into the metal, then released into the air to create clean scented oxygen. It made the Sith sick.

With sympathy in her eyes, Mission pat him on his hand as if giving him encouragement before she leaned back to look over at the two people who were the reason behind Kran's agitation.

"They work so well together… The Jedi deserve love with all they fight for" Looking back, Mission stiffened at the dark look in Kran's eyes as he stared at Bastila.

"The Jedi stole everything." His words were cold with a hint of pained sadness. Without another word he stood and stomped from the cantina drawing the eyes of all the Jedi in the room, all with defence and dislike.

Looking at Kran's back was Mission, looking ready to cry for the man. Though she knew not why.

Back inside the Ebon Hawk, Kran laid back across Naver's racer near where H-K stood. Closing his eyes the Sith remembered the day he and Revan were captured.

-KOTOR-

The Jedi had caught them, because of Malak's betrayal to their master. Firing upon the ship when the Jedi boarded was a cowardly move even for a Sith.

Kran clenched his teeth as he stared out of his cell in the Jedi conclave, where was Revan? He knew the Jedi didn't kill their prisoners so what in the name of the Star Forge were they doing to him?

Thinking about what they could possibly be doing to his precious master riled him up so much that his dark force almost suffocated the guards watching over him, they were saved at the last moment by the Twi'lek master Jedi, who had sensed Kran's growing unease and anger.

It was two days alone until the master returned with the Force suppressants, it allowed the guards to return to their watch and left Kran crippled upon his cell bed in a fatal position, curled up and growling like a deranged beast.

"WHERE IS HE?!" Once more Kran tried to scream out, the guard's nervousness could be sensed even without the Force flowing freely through his veins.

Finally after an age he was escorted from his cell to a ship named the Endar Spire, he was muffled and chained like an animal. Was he getting shipped off to Coruscant's prisons? But what about his master?

"Bastila, you have a last minute solider added to the crew. He just arrived a little late." A man in the uniform of a Republic pilot said, he reached up to push his brown hair back again before giving Kran an angry, suspicious look before turning to gesture the mentioned soldier aboard.

Kran's eyes widened and his heart clenched, 'Revan!'

It was Revan, that was obvious from his dark brown hair and strong jaw, but something was wrong. Kran's master looked at him with familiar eyes but they looked at him like they only just met and were the same natural dark brown they were before he joined the Sith, it like there was a reverse on all the past years making him have no memories of their time together. The realization of what the Jedi did fell upon Kran in a cold numbing weight.

Bastila eyed him curiously as she noticed a shift in the force around him and how he seemed to look broken as he stared to the ground with dead eyes, she believed it was because he had hoped Revan would escape and free them both. That all his hopes of returning to the dark armies were lost.

'Oh Revan…' Kran didn't even resist as he was dragged onto the cells below.

He fell into the metal bed feeling dead, he was cut off from the force and his most dear master could not remember him, a tool now for the Jedi to exploit. And there was nothing he could do about it.

-KOTOR-

Snapping out of his thoughts, Kran gave a pissed off roar and slammed his fist into the side of the speeder causing it to dent slightly. H-K seemed to jump at the sound and looked ready to fight off an enemy, "Commentary: I would like it that the meatbag does not resort to screaming, unless he is burning. Inquiry: Does the meatbag want me to burn him?"

"No H-K." Kran sighed, he knew about the droid but it couldn't remember him just as Revan couldn't. It had been a pet project that Revan and he worked upon together and named after each other, the H for Revan's real name and the K for Kran.

The word Meatbag came from the fact that H-K had called Malak that at some point leading to the two men to program H-K into calling everyone that, much to Malak's annoyance.

Thinking about the history only he remembered made Kran sour again, quickly he rushed away to the room he, Zalbaar and Mission shared. For some reason the Taris misfits enjoyed being in his company.

He climbed up into his bed that was above Mission's and lay on his back with hands folded across his stomach. Kran closed his eyes and meditated, and in this state of mind he was able to sense the tingle of Bastila entering the room even without the Force.

"What do you want?"

"I want you off the ship." Kran opened his eyes and jumped smoothly from his bed.

"What was that?" He growled out his words and stood over Bastila in an intimidating posture, "Why are you coming to me with a stupid order?"

"Get off the ship."

With a growl Kran stomped through the ship, the others were there in the centre all looking confused. Naver was also there with his arms crossed and a frown, not confused at the sight of the Sith being followed by a frustrated Jedi.

"I said get of the ship, Sith. Your evil darkness is seeping into everyone here and darkening their minds, I will not allow it anymore."

"My… you want to throw me out there with nothing, no Force or weapons? Your master bastards imprisoned me to work with you, what gives YOU the right to throw me out?"

"I have every right, and I have outnumbering votes in the crew."

At her words Kran looked around, Jolee, Carth and Juhani would obviously join her in a heartbeat. But the others would not mind his presence unless… he looked to Naver and felt something crack in his chest. The man was looking at him with those eyes, the eyes of someone loyal to the Jedi Order who despised the Dark Side and all who resided within it. Like Kran.

If Naver sided with Bastila and spoke to the others then there was a chance that only Canderous and Mission were on his side, or nobody at all.

"Nader…"

"Get off my ship, sith."

Everything shattered and a familiar numbing cold surrounded his body, Naver spoke so coldly to Kran and it broke everything. Spinning on his heels the sith ran from the ship to escape the stare and to hide his expression.

Mission felt her heart clench and sent Bastila's back a glare. Couldn't the Jedi see the look on this man's face, that was not the look of a dark hearted man who cared for nothing but the power of the Dark Side. She knew he was a good man, that was why she wanted him to stay. Throwing him out will make him fall to the Dark Side again.

"You can't do this!" Everyone looked at her, "Draxie has been with us since Taris and has proved himself over and over as a friend! You can't throw him away, not after everything!"

"Mission, you are young and can't see his…" Before Bastila could continue Mission shook her head and backed away, tears in her eyes.

"How can I trust you? Can't you see Draxie's pain?" She sent Naver a glare causing him to stiffen, "I am disappointed in you!"

And then she ran out of the ship to try and catch up to Kran before he vanished completely from her life.

Walking around the Tatoonine town, it took her a while to find the man. He was curled up against a wall on the border of the small town looking out at the rolling dunes, far from everyone else and their prying eyes.

Mission paused for a moment before slowly lowering herself beside Kran under the shade of the wall and wrapped her arms around her knees, together they stared out at the endless orange.

Finally the Sith looked down at her, his eyes rimmed red with tears that wouldn't fall. Without him saying a word, the young Twi'lek moved closer to his side and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Kran closed his eyes and rested his head on her collarbone with a weary sigh.

"I should have seen that coming… I should have left long ago before…" He broke off and took a shaky breath. To try and soothe him Mission stroked her fingers through his wild pure white locks of hair which had fallen from the short messy ponytail he usually had them bunched into.

There were footsteps making the two look up after a couple of hours. Naver, Bastila and Zalbaar rushed over and all looked ready to rip Mission away from the Sith and the possible lies he was telling. Before they could the Twi'lek leapt to her feet.

"Stay away from us, traitors!" Behind her she could hear Kran rise slowly to his feet, he looked to the ground, not wanting to look at Bastila and Naver standing together.

"Mission, he is a sith! He will destroy your mind and ruin everything you are." At Bastila's words, Kran released a sour sniff and sent her a cold glare.

"That sounds familiar, Jedi filth." Goose bumps rose on Mission's arms at the tone the man used, it was not something she had ever heard before, the voice was filled with such cruel loathing. For the first time in forever she could actually feel the darkness seeping from him.

Bastila twitched making Mission frown, was the Jedi hiding something?

"Have you not done enough to me?" Kran spoke almost desperately, "You've stolen EVERYTHING from me, and now you have the nerve to rub it in my face!"

Darkness rolled off of Kran in waves as he stalked towards Bastila, not pausing once even as Naver moved to intercept him. Kran elbowed the other man aside making him stumble slightly and gripped Bastila around the throat. She released a choking whimper.

Everyone's eyes went wide, they had not expected Kran to act like this even when so obviously outnumbered with armed enemies. Naver pulled out his Lightsaber and ignited it, but that didn't even make Kran flinch.

Within the anger, hurt was noticeable to Mission's acute hearing. Something was hurting Kran inside and Mission just knew the Jedi were at fault somehow, especially with the odd look in Bastila's eyes. "You…" The Jedi woman tried to speak in an accusing tone.

"I love him…" The confession was spoken in the most broken tone making Mission's eyes well with tears, "I love him so much and you Jedi... I should have torn each and every one of you apart when I had the chance!"

His words changed back to the cold darkness before he screamed out in pain, Naver's saber sliced through his elbow cutting off his arm and allowing Bastila to escape the tight grip. Kran gave the man a wild look and clenched his free hand over his severed limb, his teeth bared.

But he did not fight back even as the golden glow lit up beneath his chin and sizzled close to his skin, he looked Naver in the eyes. "Do it. The Jedi took everything, why not my life too?"

Naver's eyes flickered with a warning making Kran's eyes turn cold and detached, "Very well… and Jedi," He turned his cold eyes to Bastila, "Don't think everyone will follow your selfish wiles when the truth is out."

Standing tall while clenching his wound and turning away Kran left them alone, everyone watched his back until his was gone. Mission sent Bastila and Naver the coldest look she could manage when they were all alone, "I hate you both!"

Then with Zalbaar, who had watched silently, at her heels she ran back to the Ebon Hawk where she curled up under Kran's old sheets with his pillow tucked in her arms.