The Revanchist

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Chapter 1: Marooned on a Strange World (Prologue)

"Many thus think that the Dragon Age will come to represent a time of violent and dramatic change for all of Thedas. It remains to be seen."

~From the Studious Theologian, by Brother Genitivi, Chantry Scholar, 9:25 Dragon.

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Revan tore his eyes away from the aging tome's manuscripts and closed it with a weary sigh. Both his eyes and mind were worn from countless hours spent in the library, pouring over any information that he deemed worthy of notice. For someone like Revan, who's hunger for knowledge was insatiable, that meant nearly anything and everything.

The once exalted jedi knight, known for many titles, was left stranded on some backwater planet that was far out of the known reaches of the galaxy. All that Revan knew for certain was that the planet that he was currently situated on was located somewhere in the unknown rim, far outside of the Galatic Republic's jurisdiction.

Civilization on this planet, which Revan quickly came to know as Thedas, was still in its infant stage. They were currently in an archaic age of swords and arrows; where the concept of the wheel was barely in its infancy. So much activity had occurred within the last few days that Revan found it difficult to keep up with it all. Revan paused to collect his thoughts and meditate on the events that had led him on this path.

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Revan had taken his ship, the Ebon Hawk and his trusted droid companion T3-M4 on a personal quest to determine the true threat behind the Mandalorian War that his former self had discovered but forgotten. His search had led him in an unknown region of the galaxy to a lifeless and barren planet called Nathema. Almost as soon as he had emerged out of hyperspace, he'd been assaulted by a rush of memories from his past self; before his mind was wiped and altered by the jedi council.

Unfortunately for Revan, another ship that was already there waiting had detected the Hawk's entry into the system and fired upon sight. Disoriented by the flash of memories, Revan's ship took heavy damage to its hyperdrive, crippling any chances of fleeing the scene. Thankfully, T3 managed to maneuver the ship, buying time for Revan to gather himself together to launch a counterattack.

Year' worth of space battle experience kicked in, allowing Revan to turn the situation around and cripple the enemy aircraft. Revan's senses picked up on two powerful force sensitives onboard the unknown spacecraft as it was forced to make a hasty retreat outside of the system.

Before Revan could think to pursue after the fleeing ship, the Hawk's system alarms began to wail. Revan knew right away that the damaged hyper drive was the cause. The hyper drive was leaking an enormous amount of radiation which threatened to go critical.

T3-M4 inserted himself into the Ebon Hawk's internal systems via the cockpit's interface port, managing to isolate the leak and vent the bulk of it out into empty space before the ship went supernova; but that was only a temporary fix to the problem. Without warning, the hyperspace subroutines lit up, sending the ship into a jump in hyperspace. Revan had frantically tried to save the ship, managing to break it out of the uncoordinated random jump and back into normal space. Unfortunately, forcing the ship out of hyperspace so abruptly put tremendous strain on the Ebon Hawk's hull.

Revan immediately ran a diagnostics check on the Hawk, and much to his dismay found that the top hull had been compromised. The emergency systems activated, sealing off the exposed section. Thankfully, the navigational chart and sensors were intact and functional. The star charts didn't recognize the system they had traversed to, meaning that Revan had landed somewhere outside in unknown space.

The ship's sensors picked up on a collection of planets, all revolving around a yellow sun. Having no other alternative, Revan directed the damaged vessel towards the only life sustaining planet in the system. Revan idly gazed at the globe, taking note of its geographical features. The Hawk's external camera's magnified on the celestial body, revealing some measure of activity on the planet's surface; indicating signs of intelligent life. The redeemed jedi steered the ship towards what appeared to be a small body of water that was surrounded by land. The water would hopefully cushion the Hawk's landing, assuming he survived the descent through the atmosphere. Revan preferred to steer away from that line of thinking and let the force guide him.

"Strap in T3. We're going in hard." The astromech droid gave a low and nervous dial tone of acknowledgement before bolting itself into the small section installed into the cockpit, reserved for him in case of unexpected landings such as now. Revan too secured himself into his seat, snapping in the harness and bracing himself for the inevitable rough landing. Revan calmed his mind and allowed the force to course through him like water flowing along a stream. The familiar and comforting power cocooned around his form in a protective manner.

Revan's last action was wincing at the sound of the Hawk's vulnerable hull creak under the stress of reentry before a loud booming crash, and then blackness.

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Revan's addled mind faintly picked up on the distance sound of someone's voice. He was unable to discern the gender nor species emanating from the voice, even as it came closer. Revan, only then realized that he had been laying on the floor on his back. With a pained grimace, Revan attempted to pick himself off the ground and immediately regretted the action. He coughed harshly, tasting iron in his mouth. His breathing was slightly labored and with each breathe, Revan could feel a sharp pain coming from his ribs, leading the force user to believe that he had a few broken bones in his ribs.

A wave of nausea and vertigo overcame his body, forcing him onto his back with a groan. The voice spoke once more, this time close enough that Revan could vaguely make out that he or she was now standing over him. Revan had difficulty focusing the figure's outline, but his mind managed to make out one last coherent statement before unconsciousness overcame him.

"My, my, it would appear that mother will have yet a third patient to attend to."

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Revan was roused from his unconscious state to a wafting pungent smell and the peculiar sound of stone grinding against a hard surface. The former sith lord raised a hand to his head, as if its mere touch could tide in the unbearable headache that penetrated his cranium. Revan took note of the fact that he lay rested on a bed. Gauze bandages were expertly woven around his torso and right thigh, which Revan presumed had been the most afflicted wounds. For whatever reason, someone had rescued him from his ship's wreckage and bandaged his wounds in their home.

A shuffling movement alerted Revan that he was not alone. Forcing himself into a sitting position against the bed's head post, Revan turned to his unknown savior. Revan quickly took in the appearance of a young raven haired woman with pale skin, strikingly sharp yellow eyes, and an unusual assemble of clothes that revealed much skin and looked to consist of several different pieces of cloth stitched together. Revan was broken from his observations when the woman spoke.

"Ah, you awake at last. Mother shall be pleased." She sauntered over to the side of the bed with silent steps that held much grace. The oddly clothed woman proffered a small bowl to the redeemed jedi, who wordlessly accepted the object. Staring at the bowl's contents, Revan grimaced at the stench he smelt from the bubbling concoction.

"'Tis a medicinal remedy to relieve any discomfort from a headache." The woman explained at the unasked question.

"Oh, uh thank you for this and for dressing my wounds." Revan truly was grateful to the woman for attending to his injuries, much less from a stranger. The woman looked taken aback by Revan's gratitude, though the jedi knew not why.

"I…you are welcome, but t'was not I who healed you wounds for it was my mother."

"Then give my thanks to your mother as well. Were my wounds grievous?" Revan eyed the drink suspiciously before taking a tentative sip from the bowl. To his relief, the concoction didn't taste foul, but had an earthy hint in it.

"Yes, but I expect that you'll be fine. You hadn't suffered from anything that mother could not mend herself." The oddly dressed woman took the bowl and placed it aside on a nearby table, next to a mortar and pestle.

"My name is Revan." The former sith lord began, trying to initiate a proper introduction. Internally, Revan was relieved to know that this woman spoke basic, though it appeared to be a somewhat archaic version of it given her strange chose of dialect.

"And you may call me Morrigan." The now named Morrigan replied succinctly, eyeing Revan with naked curiosity.

For some unknown reason, Revan felt a little unnerved by Morrigan's staring, but he brushed these feelings aside. "Do you perhaps have possession of my personal affects? I was carrying things that were important to me." Revan hated to admit it, but he felt incredibly vulnerable without his armor or lightsaber. A lightsaber was a jedi's most prized possession and Revan was no different.

"Yes, your belongings are being kept in that chest there." Morrigan gestured to the sizable chest that lay at the foot of the bed.

Revan removed himself from the sheets and slowly ambled out the bed on his feet. Thankfully, Morrigan and her mother were generous enough to cover his more intimate lower parts. Revan opened the chest and to his utter relief, found that all of his personal belongings were indeed present and intact.

"My mother has requested that she speak with you. Once you are finished clothing yourself, you'll find her outside entertaining two of our other guests no doubt."

"Of course, I'll be outside shortly." With her message relayed, Morrigan stepped outside to give her mysterious new guest some privacy to properly dress himself.

Mindful of his wounds, Revan carefully but quickly deigned himself in his personally customized armor that was constructed by the Star Forge itself shortly before its subsequent destruction. The armor was modeled after the armor that Revan had assumed during his reign as sith lord; though not without some alterations. Many of his companions and friends had questioned his choice of attire, being that it made Revan resemble his older and darker self. The truth is that Revan himself didn't know the reason of why he had constructed the armor to appear that way other than that it simply gave off a sense of nostalgia and comfort.

Revan gripped hold of the hilt of his lightsaber, inspecting it of any damage. He activated the saber which flared out with that familiar and comforting vroom sound. Arcing the glowing blue blade several times in air for good measure, Revan nodded to himself in satisfaction before deactivating his weapon and strapping it to his waist.

Content that he was adequately presentable, Revan moved to leave the small house. Revan hoped that Morrigan's mother could fill him in on a number of pressing matters that the former sith gravely needed answers to; such as the location of his current whereabouts and where and what was the condition of his ship.

Revan raised a gloved hand to shield his eyes from the sun that threatened to blind him. Once his vision refocused, Revan took in the setting around him. He found himself standing on a small bed of soft dirt surrounded by a discolored pond. Just beyond the water was a dense pack of lifeless looking trees, which led Revan to determine that he was in a forest.

Standing by the pond were three new persons that Revan had never seen; seemingly absorbed in a deep discussion. One of them was an elderly woman with graying hair and a subtle slouch in her posture, which Revan presumed was Morrigan's mother. The other two were men who strangely enough wore outdated armor plating that was more suited as antiques to be displayed in a museum. Revan also noticed that they carried archaic looking shield and swords.

"They don't appear to be embedded with cortosis-weave but it's difficult to determine from this distance." Revan thought to himself.

Their conversation came to an end as Morrigan's mother turned her weathered face in Revan's direction; the elderly woman's eyes boring into the redeemed jedi's with a dangerously deceptive expression masked behind a veil of aberration.

End…

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Author's Note: Thanks for reading. I've been wanting to try this crossover for some time. It seemed like they could be blended well together if done correctly, though few have attempted so I wanted to try my own hand in it. With any hope you readers enjoyed it. If you would so kindly leave a review that would be appreciated. I enjoy having feedback from my readers.

I would also like to note that all author notes will be located at the bottom of every chapter; assuming that I continue with this story. Whether I am to continue this story or not depends on how much attention this story gets.