Disclaimer: Anything that you recognise from the game, or from the movies, or from the books in this story belongs to Mr. Lucas, Lucasarts and Bioware. Those that you don't and are totally new, well, they're mine.

Author's note: While writing my Light Side story, Continuation, the evil side of me coaxed and showed me all the wonderful things I could do and made me contemplate on writing a DS one. Well, I gave in to the temptation and here it is. There are some changes I've made so to fit my story. Hope you all will enjoy it as much as I did writing it.

One warning though, since my full attention is paid on Continuation, this fic may not be updated as quickly as I'd like it to be. And I'm a late updater. :p

Special thanks goes to Kat, a.k.a VMorticia (for betaing this), kingoftheworldx (for betaing and helping out with the title), Plutospawn (for giving me her opinions and help with the title), and to Coruscant Publishing (for helping out with the title too). You guys rock!

Without further delay… Here it is!


Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic

The Darkness Descends

Chapter 1: The End Is Only The Beginning

Only the Force knew how long he had been standing there, staring straight into the deep fathoms of space. Around the bridge of the ship, consoles hummed their monotonous tune. No one paid any attention to those sounds. "Act busy" was all they could think of when the Admiral was here. But little did they know, he was not paying the least attention to their activities.

He stood straight, as all soldiers do, with his hands clasped behind his back. There was an aura of authority around him that was almost intimidating. Yet, deep down inside he was a man full of sorrow; a man who has been through hell and back. None knew of his past, save only a few.

She had broken his already broken heart and killed his soul – the very same soul that she pulled back from the depths of despair. He couldn't understand why life seemed to be toying with him, testing him. Sighing deeply, he lowered his auburn head and frowned; two strands of hair fell.

He had given her his heart and his life. She was the second chance he had never expected since his wife's death. But that chance was taken from him. She was gone, long gone. For two years, to be exact.

He recalled what she had looked like. He thought of her long silken black hair, which seemed to shine with glow of its own. He remembered how it felt when she wrapped her long graceful arms around him, enveloping him in a sea of warmth and happiness. Her smile and laughter appeared in his mind, and he smiled at the memory.

Then her eyes, her mystical silver-grey eyes materialized before him. He stared deep into them, searching hungrily for the truth and love in them. But suddenly, a thick miasma clouded his vision. A pair of cold, hard, empty eyes replaced the former, and a red beam of light ignited before them.

To him, he himself had died that very day, when she had tried to strike him down with her very own blade. There had been no mercy in her gaze – none of the love or warmth that she had for him before. He wondered if love had really existed between them.


Time: Two years back

Location: Revan's flagship, The Prodigious

He stood before the great door leading to the viewing platform on the Prodigious. He could feel his heart beating wildly, threatening to tear out of his chest. Fear swept through him, for he feared to see the truth he had tried so hard to run away from. Memories of his last glance at the Ebon Hawk crewmembers flashed through his mind. He wiped the blood off his face and opened the door.

Each strode he took seemed to get heavier and heavier. Even as a non-Force sensitive person, he could feel the darkness in the ship. Sweat trickled down his forehead, but he hardly noticed it, and focused only on what was ahead of him.

She had her back to him, and her apprentice stood by her side. The younger woman turned to look at him with a fiendish smile. She whispered something into her master's ear, but her master seemed oblivious to what she had said.

He stopped a few feet away from her. She didn't turn her head to greet him. He searched his mind for words, words that he hoped would change her. Just as the apprentice was about to speak again, she spoke.

"Leave."

"But, Master…" The brunette protested but stopped when she saw the all too familiar expression on her master's face.

"Leave." The Dark Lord repeated, this time with a hint of irritation in her voice.

The brunette bowed and left, but not before throwing a dirty glance at him. He returned the look.

The room was quiet. Abnormally quiet.

"I trust that you are not here to declare your loyalty." It was a statement. She still had her back towards him.

He did not speak.

"Tach got your tongue?" She gave a small chuckle at her own joke.

"Come back." That was all he could say. He saw her shoulder rise and fall. But she still didn't turn to look at him. Then she shook her head.

Slowly, she spun around. Her eyes pierced into his, and her voice was icy cold. "To what? To all the lies the Jedi have fed me all these years?" She gave a shrill laughter made his blood run cold. "I'm not going to be a fool and accept what they did to me. Never. This is who I am. Who I truly am."

"Please, beautiful. This is not you. It never was you. I know under all that darkness there's still some good in you. You can't have just changed like that. Please, come back to who you once were." He pleaded, though in his heart, he knew that it was futile to change her. But he couldn't give up. He could never give up. He loved her too much.

"To who I once was? Who was I but the Sith Lord? You can't possibly mean the poor, obedient, virtuous soldier that the Council programmed me to be? Foolish I must say. I've had enough with the so-called righteousness of the Jedi. They are worse than what the others had said about us Sith. They sit in their High Council chamber and act as if they are saints who have never done anything wrong. But if you look closely they are just manipulative and devious hypocrites. And another thing, they are cowards, all of them. They sent a mere child to confront me while they hid behind their impenetrable walls. I feel ashamed to have served them before!" the Dark Lord spat and shook her clenched fist at him.

He shook his head. "You once told me never to let anger or hatred consume me. You said that it'd do nothing to ease my pain or improve matters. But now you are shoving it away, just like you shoved me away. Let go of your hate and anger. You know that the Council wiped your mind just to give you another chance to live and redeem yourself. You know that hating them can do nothing to change the past. Please, I beg you, throw away the dark side and come back. Be the woman who I once knew."

Her silver-grey eyes seemed dark and hollow to him. She gave him a long and hard stare. Disbelief was etched on her face. "So now we are talking philosophy. It's so unlike you, soldier. What did they do to you? You've always disliked the Jedi." She held up a gloved hand. "No, no, I don't want to know.

"What I said before was wrong. Anger and hatred fuels me. They give me the satisfaction that calmness and serenity could not. I'm more powerful with these emotions. Look at me. Look at my power and armada. These are the chances that I'm given. The Council saved me to kill me, to kill my very own soul. Oh, I am going to change the past. I'm going to change the past that the Council deprived me from. I'm the true ruler of the dark side." She paused, and lifted her chin. "And remember this, soldier, I did not shove you away. You did."

He flinched. "I admit that I was in the wrong. But don't let that hate for me be the reason of your defection! You told me that you'd never return to this…this darkness!" He gestured desperately with his hands. Please come back…please. I love you.

"Why would you think that the reason I changed was because of you?" She was expressionless as she walked towards him slowly. "It's too late. It was too late ever since you walked out on me."

The Dark Lord was half a head shorter than him, and she had to look up at him. He closed his eyes and searched for the words again; he found none.

Suddenly he felt something touching him. He opened his eyes to see her hand on his chest, and her eyes gazing intently at him.

"It's too late for me. But perhaps it's not too late for you." Her hand crawled up to his collarbone and she stroked him softly. He shivered. She always knew how to make him oblige with her requests, and she rarely used this technique. But she was using it now, and he was determined not to give in.

"What are you trying to say?" He spoke through gritted teeth. No, not from her…please.

Her lips twisted and she smirked at him. "Becoming a Sith can very rewarding. Anything you wanted before but couldn't afford or get can be yours. You said that you'd like to have your own ship. I can give you one. I'm offering you the position of admiral of the Goliath and my entire Sith armada. You will have power, fame, anything." Her thumb traced his jaw, as she stood closer to him.

He shook his head. "A long time ago, I would've liked to have a ship. But like I said, it was a long time ago. I don't want power or fame or anything."

Her touch was driving him near insanity.

"What about me? Isn't that what you came for? Stay with me, be by my side and help me rule this empire." Her face was centimetres close to his own and he could smell the faint scent of gardenias. "I need you. You know that." She closed the gap between them, pressed her body to his and slid her other arm around his waist. This time her index finger traced his lips as she gazed intently at them. Her voice was almost pleading when she emphasized the word "need".

Seduction became her tool of manipulation, and she didn't even try to use Force Persuasion. He looked at his lover with grief in his eyes. He was extremely tempted – staying by her side meant not losing her. He was intoxicated by her touch; he desired her, but…

"I came for you hoping that you would turn back, not to join you. I won't betray the Republic, no matter what." He spoke with grim determination.

Her eyes flared with fury and he could almost see the anger blazing in them. She hid the anger as quickly as it came. This time, she really used the Force to aid her.

"You've always wanted to be with me. You said you wanted to protect me."

She murmured softly against his lips. Her eyes penetrated into his and she hammered the Force into him. He resisted when she kissed him lightly.

He winced when he felt the Force, and he fought back. "I said that I wanted to protect you from you, not that I wanted to help you destroy yourself."

His eyes fixed onto hers with great determination in them. The Dark Lord knew her attempt was useless and she understood his decision. She gave him a wry smile and hissed, while letting go of him and stood back. "Very well. If this is what you want. Don't blame me, Republic boy." Her lightsaber ignited on with a snap.

He looked at her in disbelief. Sadness washed over him, but he stood still, expressionless and ready.

He was not going to fight for his life.

"Those who defy me shall face death, including you. But I promise this will be over very quickly, and painless too." She snarled and lifted her lightsaber, ready to strike down the man she once loved.

He stood calmly before her, though deep down in his heart and mind he was so hurt his hands were shaking, but he smiled at her. "I love you, Revan. I always have, and always will. I'm sorry."

She didn't flinch or stop and the blade of energy came down smoothly. He braced himself for the blow but it never came. Suddenly, she flew sideways and slammed onto the hard windowpane. He heard battle cries and screaming outside the viewing platform.

"Don't do this kid." A dark old man stood at the door with his hand held out.

No, it can't be…he's dead!

"Jolee…I thought I killed you, you irritating old man!" She picked herself up; wiped the blood off her mouth with the back of her hand and threw a bolt of lightning at the old man. " I saw you DIE!" Her beautiful face twisted with fury as she screamed at him.

Jolee dodged just in time and grabbed hold of the stunned pilot. "Run! Idiot! It's not time for you to die!" He pulled the pilot along with him, running out of the viewing platform, dodging another blast of Force Lightning. Jedi were everywhere, and fighting other Dark Jedi.

"Taxon! I got the kid! The others are safe. Let's move. Now!"

One Jedi nodded and slashed at his enemy. Clashes of blades and the buzzing of the sabres rang in the air.

"BASTILA! Kill them!" The Dark Lord's roar echoed through the halls. She was coming ever closer to them, killing Jedi and soldiers in her way. All of a sudden, the pilot felt an excruciating pain on his back. She had hit him square on the back with lightning.

Jolee swirled around and tried to Force Push her, but she was too fast for him. A blur of black sped past him and he felt something cutting through his upper thigh. Ignoring the pain, he summoned the Force and pushed at her again. This time, he was successful. Revan flew backwards and slammed onto the wall.

A couple of Jedi pulled the struggling pilot into a small ship. Jolee parried another onslaught, and kicked his opponent on the shins. The Dark Lord yelped and leapt backwards.

"Oh, you play dirty old man. Real dirty." She snarled and another jet of lightning shot out from her fingers and it hit him. He screamed in pain and the Dark Lord laughed mercilessly.

"No one lives when I say they are to die!"

A Jedi Master ran down the ramp and used Force Push on her. Pulling a severely burnt Jolee with him, they jumped onto the closing ramp before the dark apprentice arrived to aid her master.

The pilot slumped onto the floor and leaned his head to the ship's wall. He fought back the tears and he tried to steady his trembling hands. Other rescued prisoners and Jedi looked at him with sympathy. They didn't know of his love for her. They didn't know that his heart was broken. All they knew was what they thought it to be, a man weeping over a loss of his friend.

Only the wish to vanish from the face of the galaxy was in his mind.

Jolee limped towards him, denying any med packs that the others gave him. He pulled the pilot up and led him to an empty room. The door closed behind him and he watched the younger man sit on one of the chairs.

"Why save me?" His voice was coarse and bitter.

The old man sat down beside him and snorted. "You think by dying everything will be forgotten and be back to normal? It's not your time yet, boy. This time it didn't work out, but you've still got another chance. You're her only hope of returning… she needs you. You've got to live."

"She needs me? She tried to kill me!"

"When I'm telling you she needs you I mean she needs you! Don't think otherwise. She's corrupted, that's why she tried to kill you." Jolee sighed. "It won't be easy trying to help her, and it sure is going to take a long time. But you've got to be stronger now, lad. Everyone has a chance to turn back."

The younger man nodded his head.

"How did you survive? I thought you were dead too." The pilot looked at the old man.

"Humph! I don't die easily…" He shot him a strange look. "It's not time to die yet."

It's not time to die yet…


"It's not time to die yet…She needs me…" He whispered unconsciously. He lowered his eyes onto the floor.

"You're such a thinker, young man. Can't you do anything else?"

The admiral smiled at the gruff voice. "It's one of the only things that's keeping me alive, Jolee." The admiral paused for a moment. "You know. You still haven't told me how you survived the attack on the temple summit."

"Ahh…Won't you give up? How many times do I have to tell you that it just wasn't the time to die? It's like ' ooh, lets play with the old man's temper and see if he'll explode'!" Jolee chided.

A young woman about the age of 20 wearing the Republic uniform came up to them and saluted. She turned to the younger man. "Admiral Onasi, sir. The search party sent to Le'Enlo has returned."

Carth sensed hesitation in her voice. "Is there something wrong, ensign?"

"They, uh, found a boy amidst the wreckages and rubble. He was very aggressive and attacked some of the scouts. He, ah, how should I put this, pushed three grown men ten feet away from him without using his hands or any part of his body."

Jolee looked at Carth inquiringly. Carth shrugged and said to the ensign. "Take us to this boy. I have to see this for myself."

The ensign saluted him. "This way, Sir!"

It's going to be another long day…


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ps: For some bloody unknown reason, I couldn't upload this fic...until now....Grr...