Disclaimer- I do not own the rights to Star Wars Kotor 1 and 2 or their characters and likeness.

Author's Notes- Here it is, the first chapter of my second story. This will be non-canon for the most part, so SWTOR players don't expect too much mention of the Sith Empire. It's not that I have anything against it, I just didn't want to put it in my story. Like Enlightenment you may notice some characters being a little OOC (ex. Brianna) but do not worry. There are reasons for most of them, and I'll try to convey them in the best way I can. I simply ask for you to bear with me.

Ch. 1

Darkness surrounded him, there was no visible light to be seen anywhere. Andrew was unaware of where he was or why he was even there. He cautiously felt his way forward with every step he took, making sure to not trip himself up, As Andrew walked further and further into the void, he soon developed the sense that he was not alone. Palming the lightsaber on his belt, he slowly turned around to see a dark hooded figure standing in front of him in the distance. Andrew called out to the stranger, but there was no response. All of a sudden a red beam extended out of the sleeve of the dark figure's robe, and was then pointed menacingly in Andrew's direction. Igniting his own blue lightsaber, Andrew readied himself for a battle and dropped into a defensive position. The unknown assailant made the first move swinging down low at his leg, Andrew quickly deflected the attack and returned with a slash at the figure's head. However, the figure ducked out-of-the-way, and came right back at him. Andrew tried to block but he found himself moving slower than normal, his arm was struggling to raise up and come to his aid. The red blade was careening downwards for the kill. It wasn't till the beam was mere inches from his neck did Andrew burst out of his sleep in a cold sweat and awake from his nightmare. Sitting upright Andrew turned slightly in his bed to see that his wife Brianna was still sound asleep and had not been disturbed by his sudden thrashing. This brought him a small measure of relief to know that at least she was still peaceful. It didn't matter if he had been struggling with sleep recently as long as Brianna got as much rest as possible, As Andrew looked down upon her he found it hard to believe that they were going on their second year being married. It felt like only yesterday when he was sitting next to her on the sandy dunes of Tatooine asking for her hand. He kissed her lightly on the cheek and slowly slipped out of their queen sized bed to go to the refresher. The silence through the Ebon Hawk when everyone was asleep felt so haunting to Andrew; it was as though there was no life aboard even though he knew that was not the case. When he reached the medbay ,which was doubling as the refresher, he splashed water in his face from the sink and looked at himself in the mirror. Andrew's appearance had changed since he battled Kreia two years prior. He now featured a fully grown mustache and goatee, and his once short blond hair had grown to almost shoulder length. However, the most recent change to his facial features was that his eyes had now turned baggy and sunken from his lack of sleep.

"You look like you're having a rough night." Andrew quickly turned around to see his childhood friend Bastila standing in the doorway wearing a silk nightgown and looking slightly concerned in the way she stared at him. "It was that dream again wasn't it?"

Shaking off the surprise of seeing her Andrew took a deep breath and responded "Yea but this time it was worse. In this dream I couldn't fight back. My arms were frozen in place and I could not move. I was helpless to defend myself against the dark figure's attack."

Bastila moved into the room and leaned against the operating table. "Normally I would dismiss these dreams you've been having as simply nightmares. However, since this particular nightmare has been plaguing you for the last month and you are highly force sensitive, it makes me wonder if there is more to these dreams than what we are seeing, I would hazard to guess that what you are experiencing are visions of some sort. Of what however, I cannot clearly say right now."

"Well whether these dreams are visions or not, I have no intention on seeking out their meaning. The hooded figure that I faced seemed to desire my head unattached from my shoulders, and honestly I'm not feeling too eager on giving him the opportunity to do so."

Curious by that statement Bastila turned to Andrew and asked "So does that mean you're going to postpone the mission and lay low for now?"

Unfazed by the question Andrew answered "No, we're going to continue searching across every planet until we find more information on his whereabouts."

Bastila sighed, walked over to him, and put a hand on his left shoulder. "Andrew that was meant to be more of a request than a question. You've been at this for too long, you need to slow down for a while and recover."

However, Andrew calmly grabbed her hand and took it away from his shoulder "Bastila I'm not going to give up on Revan. I made you a promise that we would find him no matter how long it took."

Bastila then pulled her hand away from Andrew's grasp and with a slightly irritated tone said "I appreciate the sentiment, but I'm not asking for me. I'm asking for Brianna. In her current condition you have to take precautions to make sure she is safe, You must realize that is the best thing to do for her right now."

Getting semi-frustrated himself Andrew shot back at Bastila. "How do you know that is the best thing for her! We are overloaded with medical supplies given to us by the Republic, the Ebon Hawk is currently carrying one of the most powerful cloaking devices this side of the galaxy, and to top it off we have a crew that are not only battle tested in high pressured combat but are also close friends to Brianna whom would never let any harm come to her."

"There is more to it than simply making sure she doesn't get attacked" argued Bastila. Her aggravation was even more evident now. "You have to make sure that in this particular situation she is as comfortable as possible. As a fellow woman I can only imagine what she must be going through right now."

"I really wish you two wouldn't argue about me when I'm not present." Both Andrew and Bastila turned and saw that the subject of their discussion was now the one standing in the doorway, Brianna. She no longer carried the look of a seasoned and trained warrior. Her once crew cut shaved white hair had now grown beyond the nape of her neck and reached down to the upper part of her back. The bruises upon her arms and legs from constant combat sparring had faded. However, the most obvious change to her appearance was that her stomach had developed into a nice round outward shape. The once impassioned Echani warrior was now fully pregnant with her first child, and wore similar bags to her husband's under her eyes but for a whole different reason.

Andrew looked at her somewhat confused. "Brianna what are you doing up?"

"Well my dear husband I rolled over in our bed and noticed that you weren't in it" she said sarcastically. "It may also be the fact that I could hear the both of you going at it clear across the hall. Do you two realize you are far louder than you think you are?"

Swiftly stepping in front of Andrew, Bastila apologized. "We are sorry for disturbing you, but I was just in the middle of telling Andrew that he is being selfish by not putting you and your baby first and making sure you have a nice safe place to deliver."

Andrew began to become angry at Bastila for what she was accusing him of. "I never said we couldn't! Of course I care about my wife's safety, but we can't just drop what were doing. If we take a sudden detour away from the mission we may lose what little we have of Revan's trail."

Brianna went over to Andrew and gave him a one-armed hug around his waist to calm him down. "Sweetheart you don't have to pretend anymore I'll take it from here." Andrew's facial expression then returned back to a look of relief. He returned Brianna's hug, kissed her on the top of her head, and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. There was a mutual agreeing nod between the two of them before Brianna spoke up again. "Listen Bastila, I was the one who said we needed to keep traveling. Andrew was completely innocent in all of this. In all honesty he wanted to stop at the nearest planet the second he found out I was pregnant, but I wouldn't let him."

Bastila was in bewilderment, for a few moments she didn't know what she should say "Why Brianna? Why did you wish to continue on? You had every right to stop this journey whenever you wanted. What was preventing you from doing so?"

"Well first off no matter how much I try to ignore it the Echani blood that runs through my veins won't let me abandon a mission, regardless of what the circumstances are. Secondly I hoped that if we just pushed a little further we might find Revan before I became full term. Obviously that didn't happen, so with deep regret I have no choice but to request we put our mission on hold until after I have given birth."

"We're deeply sorry Bastila" Andrew spoke up again. "But listen I stand by what I said before. I meant it when I said I'm not giving up. It may sound cliché but I will find Revan if it's the last thing I do."

A small tear crawled down Bastila's face and she smiled. "Thank you very much Andrew. I appreciate you saying that, but please don't worry. It's been over five years since I've seen Revan. I think I can manage waiting a little while longer.'

"It's settled than, I'll speak with Atton in the morning. Come on Brianna, let's go back to bed." Both Andrew and Brianna made their way back to the cargo hold, which they had renovated into a fully functional bedroom for their own personal use.

Slowly slipping back into bed Andrew was about to lay his head down and drift asleep, until Brianna nudged him in the shoulder and signaled that she wasn't done speaking with him yet. "Tell me what happened Andrew."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." He said while crossing his arms in front of his eyes to emphasize that he wanted to go back to sleep.

"Please don't." Brianna sat down on the bed next to Andrew and pulled his arms away from his face. "I need you to look at me when I talk to you, that way I know your listening. Now, I doubt you woke up to specifically argue with Bastila about my pregnancy. So I want you to answer me honestly; it was the dream again wasn't it?"

Andrew chuckled to himself, sat upright in the bed, and looked right into Brianna's eyes. "I love how you and Bastila both assume it was about that."

The expression on Brianna's face turned to annoyance and a challenging disbelief. "Was it not?"

Andrew no longer felt the desire to tease and joke with his wife, especially considering the fact she could see right through him and could tell when he was hiding something. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "Yea it was, same one as last night. The dark figure attacked me, we fought, and then he almost killed me before I woke up."

The concerned look that Bastila had earlier was now present on Brianna. "This is beginning to become worrisome. Did you tell Bastila who you think the dark figure is?"

"No, as far as she knows I'm completely clueless and uncaring to the meaning behind my dreams." Brianna then shot Andrew a shocked glance, and he quickly composed himself so he could explain. "I'm afraid of what might happen if I tell her the truth; she may not take the news very well."

"Andrew she needs to know. She needs to know that you suspect Revan of being the dark figure." Andrew hung his head in shame from hearing his own contemplated thoughts repeated back at him. "I realize that it might upset her, but this cannot be helped. Your dreams are getting worse and more fluid the closer we get to finding him."

At this Andrew shot up off the bed and stood right in front of his wife with irritation in his voice. "You think I don't know that. Every night for the last month I've woken up in a cold sweat because of these dreams, but what do you suggest we do Brianna; after you have the baby we just stop looking? We can't just..." Suddenly Andrew forced himself to bite his tongue because he realized he was starting to lose his cool and he didn't want to say something he would later regret. So he took a deep breath and sat back down on the bed next to Brianna and apologized. "I'm sorry Bri, I need to be more mindful of myself. Outbursts like that are stepping-stones to the dark side. You don't deserve to be on the receiving end of my frustrations."

Brianna simply smiled and kissed him on cheek. "Andrew I know you love me and would never do anything that would intentionally hurt me. Right now you're just tired and confused about what you know you need to do."

Taking another deep breath and exhaling Andrew said "Listen, Bastila is one of my closest friends, one of the few I still have from my childhood. I made a promise to get her husband back. I can't back out now just because my life may be in danger."

Grabbing both his hands, Brianna looked deep into Andrew's eyes. "You may think you're doing the right thing, but there is no honor in marching towards your own death, especially when you now have a family to take care of and look after. I assure you, Bastila will understand everything if you just take the time to sit down and explain it to her."

"Alright fine, if you think that's what's best." Andrew finally concedes. "We will tell her everything, but only after you've had the baby." Brianna revealed a triumphant grin before climbing into bed with her husband. Andrew stared at her with awe and chuckled at how accomplished she seemed to be acting. with an irritated grin on his face he asked "Why do you always get to win the arguments?"

As she pulled the covers over herself she looked back at him and said with a devilish smirk "Because sweetheart, I'm always right."

...End of Ch 1...