A/N: This is my first fanfic. I've always loved how Revan and Palpatine are the strongest Dark Lord of their eras, so I wanted to see what it would be like if they met. Ithost is an original character of mine, so I'm gonna be including him in this story. Anyway, enjoy.

Prologue

Lord Revan and his faithful Echani assassin Ithost Hesithet make their way down the loading ramp of the Ebon Hawk on an unknown planet in the Outer Rim. A gust of wind blows past them as they step foot on the rocky, barren, ash covered planet. On the horizon, they spot a silhouette of what looks like a building. Both men look at each other for a second, then make their way towards the building.

Small critters sensitive to the Force scatter before they even get close, sensing the combined strength of them. Any creature foolish enough to try to fight them is quickly cut down by Revan's lightsaber. They make it to the building, which is actually an ancient Sith Empire Training Academy, much like the one on Malachor V. Ithost approaches the door first and opens it with a wave of his hand.

"Anything you can sense?" Revan asks.

"Nothing, my lord, other than the Dark Side." The Echani answers.

"Odd. I was expecting at least one or two Sith to greet us."

"All we fought was those annoying Storm Beasts and Tarentateks."

Both men make their way into the ancient academy and are greeted by an empty hall and Dark Jedi Statues. They ignore the statues, but an uneasy feeling follows them. When they reach the door, the door leading back out to the planet suddenly slams shut. They turn and look at the door and watch as the Dark Jedi statues come to life. Ithost looks over at his Sith Master.

"Go ahead." Revan says.

Ithost ignites his silver-bladed lightsaber and switches his stance to his reverse-handed stance. He runs forward and uses a strong blast of the Force to knock one of the statues back. Skidding to a stop, he quickly brings his saber up to block the attack of one of the statues. He pushes his saber up, then in the same smooth motion, he cuts the statue in half at it's stone hips.

He rolls back to avoid the lightsaber of another statue and he looks over at another and hold out his hand. The statue lifts up into the air and when Ithost closes his hand, the statue's arms press against it's chest, it's legs lift up into it's chest and then it's body falls to the ground in a ball. Using the Force, Ithost jumps up onto the head of another statue. He jumps up, flips, and drags his saber down from the head to the ground.

He lifts up the crushed statue's lightsaber with the Force, ignites the blade, then throws it into the last statue. After the statue drops, Ithost switches off his lightsaber and replaces it onto his belt. Revan waits patiently and grins under his mask. Ithost bows his head a little.

"Impressive, my faithful assassin."

"Thank you, my lord."

The two Sith make their way through the door that just opened behind them and down the hall, dimly lit by the red lights in the walls and the ground. Ithost looks around and takes note of everything he sees. He's always been interested in the ancient Sith, their teachings, and their building style. It's no different to him now.

They soon make it to the biggest room in the academy, which has sarcophagi of the ancient Sith species lining the walls. Ithost reads each tomb engraving -or more accurately, what he can understand of the ancient Sith language- but has little interest in the decomposing corpses of the warriors. Revan, on the other hand, makes his way over to a specific sarcophagus and waves his hand across the lid, using the Force to open it. The Dark Lord reaches in and pulls out a small black crystal.

The crystal shatters, releasing a black smoke that quickly grows and grows. The smoke quickly fills the room, suffocating both men and knocking them unconscious. Revan's mask does nothing to stop the gas from seeping under and taking away his consciousness.