Dark Redemption
Prolouge
The Ebon Hawk shook as a lucky laser blast was deflected by its shields, causing Darth Revan to curse loudly as she fought to regain her balance. She picked up her midnight black, hooded cloak and picked up both of her lightsabers, attaching them to her belt next to a chain of thermal detonators. Despite being the rightful Dark Lord of the Sith, she was just twenty four years old, her body atlethic but slender due to the long years of lightsaber practice and combat that honed her skills and condition to perfection.
The power of the Darkside left its mark upon her, but due to her mastery of the Force it wasn't as ghoulish as it was to most of the Sith masters, only turning her skin to a light shade of gray instead of the rotting collection of scars most other Lords had. She was almost completely dressed in a custom suit of red and black armor made of cortosis and mandalorian iron and equipped with the state of the art sensors, shielding and life support. The only piece missing was the T-visored helmet she held in her left hand, her face utterly cruel and exquisitively beautiful at the same time, framed by straight shoulder-lenght hair that was mostly black save for a few dark red stripes that were in stark contrast with the black background. However the most noticable features of Revan were her eyes, the irises glowing blood red with power and promising painful death to all who stood in her path.
Darth Revan inspected her helmet before equipping it, noticing a few scars in the lightsaber-proof armor that would be repaired as soon as she killed Malak and took control again over the Sith forces. She walked into the cockpit as the pilot, a decorated war veteran named Carth Onasi tried to dodge the barrage of flak fire aimed at them. Revan smiled inside her helmet, aware that her plan worked perfectly. The fools on Dantooine tought that they could erase her mind, and for a while she was content to play her part and pretend that they had succeded, even enduring the the painfully boring and pointless lectures by Bastila, who was propably the most arrogant Jedi who ever lived, blissfully unaware that Revan had forgot more about the Dark and Light than she would ever know. She wasn't surprised when Malak turned her to the Darkside, but she had to keep her role of the good redeemed jedi on the Rakata Temple, aware that alerting the Jedi to her true nature would be a fatal mistake now. They would learn soon enough, at least if the Star forge survived the Republic attack.
„Carth, take us into that hangar bay over there" she pointed at one of the unused landing bays ahead. „Brace yourself, this will be rough!" Carth announced as he suddenly changed course towards the hangar, surprising the droid gunners and threwing off their aim.
Revan ran into the cargo bay of the Hawk, checking a hidden cargo container and removing the gun she recovered from a secret room in the Sith Academy of Korriban. The pistol was one of the few family heirlooms she possessed after the ship her family travelled in crash landed on a remote planet in the outer rim. The other ones were ancient books and trinkets she managed to save from her way out the burning wreck. She was the sole survivor of the accident, only alive thanks to her latent powers. The gun was a pistol featuring devotional texts, lightning bolts and skulls inlaid in gold, a sidearm that her father used to carry, its design bulky and massive. A Bolt pistol, she reminded herself as she stoved the 20 round ammo clips to her armor, remembering all she read about the weapon. Bolters were half mass drivers, half rocket launchers that possessed immense destructive power at the cost of a fierce recoil and limited ammunition, and they were only wielded by the most privilaged mortal followers of the Imperium, the unforgiving and warmongering empire her father served. This pistol belonged to his father because he was from a noble family of Holy Terra, the homeworld of the human race.
As a Dark Lord of the Sith Revan should have been above such supertition, but she found herself whispering a prayer she read in one the books to the machine spirit that was said to inhabit imperial machinery. Finishing the incantation, she holstered the gun. Bolter shells were super sonic and armor piercing, and she could not help herself imagining what effect they were going to have on Malak's pitiful lackeys. She quicly packed several poisoned knives and a small hideout blaster into hidden compartments on the armor of her legs as well as few antidode and healing syringes. When she was done she headed for the main chamber of the Ebon Hawk.
The ship landed on the docking pad a moment after she arrived .
„ I am going after Malak alone!" she ordered as soon as she entered the room. „What about Bastila? We have to save her!" asked Carth, standing at the corridor leading to the cockpit. „ I will send her back here if I can save her. Malak is mine, and mine alone, so listen up and I'll tell you your tasks!" , the voice of Revan brooked no argument, and everybody stared at her silently. „ Carth, keep the Hawk ready to leave as soon as I tell you. Mission, you should man the turret, while Zalbaar will protect the entrance. T3, your task will be to monitor the ship and keep the systems at maximum performance." Revan turned to Jolee and Juhani „ You two should secure the area around the Hawk, while Canderous and HK-47 will cover you.". The metallic voice of HK replied „ Unhappy statement: As you wish master, but please consider how much I would like to splatter the organs of your treacherous apprentice on the floor! Your humble droid begs you Master…." Revan interrupted him with sudden certainity „ Don't worry HK, we will meet again no matter what happens and how long it takes, I can feel it. Now do as I ordered you!" The assassin droid fell silent and checked his repeating blasters, taking confort at the prospect of killing meatbags even without the presence of his master. Carth cited the old Jedi saying „May the Force be with you, Revan!" , „I'm counting on you, so do not die so close to victory!" she replied, and walked out of the Ebon Hawk to see a group of Jedi fighting the Sith enforcers of Malak.
Revan watched her companions joining the fray, than she opened a blast door and started running into the depths of the Star forge.