Here's a nice little attempt at a sort of alternate telling of Knights of the Old Republic, I had tried these in one shots before and I think I'm ready to move on to the real thing. Let me know how it goes.

I don't own KOTOR or Star Wars.

Enjoy

Revan: Lord of Darkness and Scion of light, and the Scepter of Malevolence.

Book One: Light in the Darkness

Chapter One: Brutality without Prejudice

The Ebon Hawk was mostly a cold place. Not uncomfortably so, but cold enough to keep you awake on the long ride from planet to planet. The personal quarters were all privately maintained; meaning Mission, Juhani, and Bastila could keep their room at a higher or lower temperature than Carth, Canderous, and Sparoe's room across the ship. The medical room where Jolee slept was kept at a pleasantly sterile temperature, and Zaalbar had his coat to keep him warm. The droids didn't seem to mind the temperature, as long as their joints weren't frozen or the circuitry was frying. But for the most part, the rest of the ship was kept quite a distance below room temperature.

Now the reason all that mattered right now, was because Jolee and Sparoe were playing a board game, and despite the uniform coldness of the ship, Jolee was sweating.

"I'm winning aren't I?" Sparoe asked confidently. Using the force he moved his miniature flagship to the left of Jolee's squadron. The tiny ship let loose a barrage of holographic firepower, and Jolee's squadron soon turned a bright red, signalling defeat.

"I won?" Sparoe asked hesitantly, before a warm smile took hold of his face. "I WON!"

"Quiet you young fool... no one likes a braggart." Despite his harsh tone, Jolee shared a smile with the youth. He had taught the boy well, and it had only taken to games for Sparoe to win.

"Want to play again?"

"No, No..." Jolee said, "I know when I'm beat..." Jolee creaked and groaned as he got up off the floor. "You can have the game if you want... I never liked it all that much anyway..."

Jolee walked slowly back to his room, muttering something about games being nothing but a waste of time as he went. Sparoe packed the game into a footlocker carefully, then sat back down on the cold floor. Then out of the corner of his eye, he saw a beautiful woman in the clothes of a dancer walk into the cockpit with a large bundle in her hand. Needless to say, Sparoe was perplexed.

He got up quickly, and made a beeline to the cockpit. Inside, he was quite surprised by what he saw.

The beautiful woman with the bundle was Bastila, and she was clearly uncomfortable with the outfit she found herself in. Her face was as red as Malak's lightsaber.

"Sparoe," She chimed in her delightfully sophisticated voice, "Um, here, these are for you."

From her bundle she pulled a large and ornate cloak. The young jedi tried it on, and it swallowed him whole.

"What the hell is this thing?" He said, while trying to adjust his hood so he could see out of it.

"They're our disguises... Mission picked them out."

"Disguises for what?" He still couldn't see.

"Well," Bastila's voice went from sophisticated to downright condescending, "While you were off playing silly mind-games, me and the others were formulating a plan!"

Sparoe said nothing for a moment, focusing on the tip of his boot from under his large hood.

"The others and I..." He said at last throwing his head up and pulling the hood off of his face.

"What?" Bastila singed.

"You said me and the others... you should've said-"

Bastila turned and left before Sparoe could finish. She marched off angrily, and he didn't quite mind watching her walk away. He mentally reminded himself to congratulate Mission on the disguises later.

A little while later, the entirety of the Ebon Hawk's crew stood in her command room, all of them befit in their disguises.

Carth was dressed like a mercenary, a fake scar and some light battle armor perfected his ensemble.

Mission was dressed like a senator, flowing white robes and almost visibly fake jewelry seemed to absorb her.

Zaalbar elected to stay in his normal attire, the same went for T3 and Hk.

As for Jolee, he was dressed like a doctor, quite ironic when his sleeping arrangements were taken into account.

Bastila of course was dressed as a dancer, her bright green clothes and very short trunks loud enough to draw anyone's attention away from her face.

Juhanni had decided to stay on the ship, and Canderous simply put on some heavy armor and a helmet.

Sparoe, was still drowning in the massive robe Mission had picked out for him, and besides homeless, he had no idea what he was supposed to look like.

His teammates had filled him in on the plan only a short while earlier, and for the most part he remembered his specific job. More or less, he was supposed to cause a distraction, while the others sneaked into the Sith base. Once inside, they would find the docking codes, and send them to him. He would bring the Hawk into the Sith hanger, and they would continue the mission from their.

Easier said than done, Manaan was a neutral and peaceful planet, it would be awfully hard to create a large enough distraction without being arrested.

"Everybody ready to go?" Carth asked kindly.

The whole crew nodded.

They all spread out throughout the courtyard, and established a presence in their own specific area. After a few hours, enough new people drifted into the courtyard to make it impossible to tell that the Hawk's crew all came in together. Sparoe felt a small vibration from his comm, and headed to the center of the corridor, where a large group of Sith was gathering.

Using the force, he had located the soldier with the shortest temper, and bumped into him. The man roared.

"S-ss-ss-ss" He choked out a fake stutter. The man grabbed him by his thick cloak's collar.

"What was that worm?"

Sparoe was hardly listening, out of the corner of his eye, he could see his teammates slink slowly into the Sith Base's entrance. With Jolee using the force to cloud the minds of any guards not watching Sparoe, they made it inside with know resistance. Only Bastila remained behind, watching the scene unfold.

"Go..." He muttered softly under his breath, hoping their force-bond would allow her to know how desperately she needed to get inside. The sith soldier dropped Sparoe carelessly, either thinking the jedi dumb or mute. As he turned, Sparoe knew for sure he would see Bastila.

"Sith trash." He said calmly, and the soldier turned back around, his face hot with violent glee.

"Now that time, I heard what you said..." The soldier whistled, and the whole group of Sith encircled the two men. Sparoe could still see Bastila watching.

A meaty fist collided with his face, crunching the cartilage in his nose and drawing a healthy amount of blood. He was soon falling under a storm of punches, he could do nothing but pretend to defend himself. He could almost feel Bastila's tears through the force-bond.

"Go!" He screamed, and for a minute the punches stopped. The soldier looked around for a minute, Bastila was gone.

"You really think I'm gonna let you walk away after what you said to me?" The man said.

Sparoe pulled the hood off his face, and through the blood and swelling, he smiled.

"What the hell are you grinning at?" The soldier asked, his fear growing.

Sparoe laughed, then his cloak fell to the ground and he disappeared. The soldiers looked around the room frantically. Sparoe's laughter echoed through the courtyard, then faded, only to be replaced by the ticking of a thermal detonator. The Sith peered down at their shiny metal doom, hiding in the folds of Sparoe's discarded cloak. Before they could blink, they were dust in the wind.

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