*Through the Looking Glass*
Summary: When Revan is captured by the Republic after taking up the mantle of Dark Lord, Carth tries to bring her back to the Light Side while dealing with the aftermath of her choice. But is all as it truly appears?
Rating: M, for themes, language and some descriptions (just to be safe)
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Prologue
The sun was high in the sky shining down on the beaches of the Unknown World. Revan ran quickly along the rocky paths followed by her new apprentice Bastila. She had to get to the Hawk to stop Malak before it was too late.
"Master, I don't see why we didn't just kill them. It isn't as if they're useful to us and they'll add to the number of people who will oppose-." Revan stopped running to cut off Bastila with a cold, hard glare, knowing who she was talking about.
"If I want your opinion I will ask for it. Fighting them would have caused us to waste time that we need to defeat Malak." She raised her hand up to hold Bastila by the throat. "Question my judgement again and you will never question anyone again!" Revan threw her to the side and continued to run towards her ship. Bastila picked herself up quickly and ran after her, making a mental note to keep her thoughts to herself until Malak had been defeated.
Around the next curve the Ebon Hawk came into view, along with the rest of her crew. Revan paused to watch them. Carth was pacing back and forth in front of the loading ramp, Mission was laughing with Zaalbar and HK and Canderous were trading war stories. The sight of them together pulled at something inside of her. Bastila caught up with her and waited while she stood there watching them.
"Master?" Bastila asked, unsure of what was happening. Revan shook her head, knocked out of her thoughts. She turned and nodded to Bastila, then continued to run down to the Hawk.
"Schuyler, you're back! We were all worried about you, when Jolee and Juhani said they had to go…Wait, where's Jolee and Juhani?" Carth asked Revan, standing directly in front of her.
"They are gone Carth. They turned against us." Bastila turned and looked at Carth intently.
"What? No they can't be…they…wait, Revan what's wrong with you? Your eyes…." He stared at her face, her eyes dark and hard, completely opposite of how they normally were.
"I've turned to the Dark Side, Carth. "
"No, you can't have! No, no…this isn't true…You can't have. I won't let you…"
"Awww. Master I do believe he's in love with you." Bastila cut through their conversation, her comment laced with sarcasm. Revan ignored her and continued to talk with Carth.
"I have Carth. There's nothing you can do to change me back. Or anyone else. Either side with me or get out of my way. I am the true Lord of the Sith."
"NO! This isn't you! We can fight this, I'll help you fight this, but it isn't you!" Carth held her face in his hands, trying to get through to her.
"He's right Sky! It isn't you, you can't be Darth Revan." Mission's voice was thick, as she tried to hold back tears. "You're not her anymore, you said so yourself." Revan stepped back, removing Carth's hands from her face.
"If you aren't with me, you're against me." Bastila's face lit up in a dark smile upon hearing Revan's comment, as she ignited her lightsaber. Finally Revan was acting as a true Sith Lord. Finally blood would be spilled.