Dark Messiah: The Beginning
Disclaimer I DO NOT OWN STAR WARS (proceeds to cry) but I do own a paper clip and a rubber band so #$ you Lucas.
Warning: Story contains some mild language, violence, and sexually references but not very much
Summary: This is my story of Revan's life starting from his early life up to. . . well you will just have to see how far I go. This is an AU story. It gets AU at the entry of Revan into the Mandalorian wars. This is my first story so be kind in your reviews. One more thing Revan is half Mandalorian and half Echani (interested yet) however, he will be refereed to as Echani. You will see why in the first few chapters. He is six at the start.
AN. In this chapter, they are all speaking Mandalorian. Also, in the future assume that the Mandalorians are speaking their native language unless non-Mandalorians are present (applies to other species as well). If so, they are speaking basic. Unless told otherwise.
Ch.1 A Sad Life
Vizzard III a worthless jungle world in the outer rim. In a galaxy of trillions, only a few thousand even know it exists. Most of those are the Mandalorians that are living on the jungle planet. They chose the planet as a hidden base because it is home to the rare vornskr. The vornskr is a cunning predator that has the rare ability to hunt through the force. The Mandalorians are unaware of this unique gift but they still respect the vornskr as the supreme hunter that it is. To kill one brings great honor within the clans. Other then the vornskr the planet is nothing but a large jungle with nothing to offer the galaxy. Yet it is from this worthless planet that the galaxy's greatest hero and villain will be born.
Dawn his favorite time of the day. He loved to sit on the edge of the camp and watch the sunrise from behind the distant mountain range. The way the sun cut through the morning fog creating a strange mixture of light and shadow always brought a smile to his face. This was not the only reason why he loved this time of the day. It was not because a new day meant new chances for glory. He cared little for Mandalorian glory. The reason for his hopeful attitude was that just maybe this would be his last day living in this hell. He felt the call of battle like everyone else in the camp. He loved conflict and the way it forced him to grow strong. However, what he could not stand was the Mandalorians themselves and to make it worse he himself was one of them or half one. His father was a Mandalorian in fact he was the clan chief and he hated him with every fiber in his being.
Seven years ago his sire had lead a raid on a nearby system that had contained a recently built Echani outpost. All of them were eradicate except one woman, the leader of the outpost, which his sire took for entertaining himself when he grew bored at night. She suffered greatly in this camp for over a year before she finally found peace in death. He did not know how he knew but he did. He could fell her pain, and somehow he knew what had happened to her in this hellish place. Selena, his mother and the only person he ever truly loved. Ironic really, as she died less than a month following his delivery.
His thoughts ceased when a fist connected with his jaw. "Just what do you think you are doing meat? Get off your lazy ass and get over to the training circle now," yelled a large blue armored figure.
He slowly lifted himself off the ground ignoring the pain in his jaw. The sunlight bathed his right side in light while leaving his left in shadow. He was not very large, and seemed even smaller when compared to the mass of the man that had struck him. He was wearing a pair of black leather pants. His upper body was bare leaving his well defined chest exposed. A nasty scar ran across his right pectoral and a tattoo in the shape of a Vornskr head on his left arm. His face held no emotion except for his deep brown eyes that boiled in rage as he stared at the man who had struck him. His hair was jet black and about five inches long with a single lock that grew solid silver that came down in front of his left eye. While the silver hair did eliminate any chance of blending in with the other Mandalorian children, he did not care because he knew it came from his mother and that meant everything to him.
"Did you not here me you worthless halfbreed. I said get over to the training circle before I decide to give you some training myself." The boy turned and started walking towards the training circle knowing that he still had about five minutes before training would begin, and it was only about a two-minute walk. Almost as soon as he started to walk, a boot rammed its way into his lower back. The adolescent hit the ground for the second time that morning; he knew it would not be his last especially if Lance had his way.
Lance chuckled to himself as he watched the stupid halfbreed hit the dirt. "Did you not hear me? I said get over to the training area now! So get running you stupid halfbreed!"
With a grunt, he pulled himself off the ground and took off running towards the training area, knowing that if he did not Lance would make him pay for it. Lance, the clan chief's brother and therefore his uncle, but the boy would never call him that as long as he lived. As he ran, he again prayed to whatever gods may exist to take him away from this place. Little did he realize that soon his prays would be answer.
"Well if it isn't our favorite little Echani halfbreed," a young Mandalorian joked at his approach to the training area.
"Alright line up," the Mandalorian trainer Scott yelled. "Listen up, one of the things that you need to learn is how to attack an opponent as a group and not just as an individual. Steve and Luke step forward now." Two Mandalorians around seven years old stepped into the dueling ring. "Alright, together you two will fight," he paused as his eyes roamed over those before him. His eyes came to rest on his favorite victim. "Alright halfbreed get in the ring and let's see how long you can last." He said while suppressing a chuckle.
Suppressing a sigh, the young Echani made his way into the ring. As he looked at the two other boys who were grinning at him, he knew this was going to hurt. Steve and Luke were about the same height, which was taller than the Echani by almost five inches, but Luke had at least fifty more pounds than Steve did and it was all muscle.
"Don't worry halfbreed it will only hurt," Luke started to say when the Echani suddenly launched himself into Luke trying to get him out of the ring.
He knew that if he did not take one of them out quickly that he would be in trouble. The Echani landed a blow to Luke's midsection. A blow too his skull soon followed. Luke backed up dazed and came dangerously close to falling outside of the ring. The Echani was about to follow up with a kick to finish him off when an arm wrapped itself around his neck and started to choke him. Luke seeing his opportunity threw a hard left hand punch at the Echani's face. Seeing the blow that was coming at his head, he twisted and pulled himself down bringing Steve's head right into Luke's fist. Then from his crouched position, he sprung upward and rammed his fist into the confused Luke's chin. Luke fell backwards and he landed hard on his back. The six year old fell to one knee and started coughing as he recovered from being choked. He kept his eyes on his falling opponents hoping that they were unconscious. They were not and as they stood, he could see in their eyes that now they were out for blood and were going to get it by any means. Their wish for blood became more likely when Scott threw into the ring several medium length sticks. He picked up the fake sword and settled into a defensive posture, readying himself for the coming battle.
Two hours later
Groaning, he made his way towards the mess hall to consume whatever the cooks were willing to give him; he doubted it would be very much. He had managed to win not only his first match but his second one as well. Nevertheless, during his third match his opponents had managed to get him on the ground and proceeded to punch and kick him until he lost conciseness. His body felt as if he had fallen out of a tree and hit every branch on the way down, and the sun had not even reached its zenith yet.