A/N: I was watching Live and Let Die and writing a piece at the same time, when the idea came to me. Why not do a very AU story involving Revan as a James Bond knockoff? It's insane, I know. But I'd like to see how it turns out.

Star Wars: Spies of the Old Republic

The camera opens with a shot of a man, wearing Jedi robes, striding across the screen. We hear a blaster shot and see the man pull out a lightsaber, deflecting the bolt back at the unseen gunman. The screen is slowly covered in droid coolant.

Revan strode into the building. He was stopped by two thugs, who were trying to look menacing.

"Arms up." one of them said.

Revan said nothing, only extending his arms. They ran a scanner over him. "Weapon here." one called out, removing a blaster from Revan's hip.

Revan smiled. "Guess you caught me."

They tossed the blaster in a bin, shoving him into a room.

"Ah, Mr. Phillips. Glad to see you could make it!" a large man said, standing behind his desk.

"A pleasure, Mr. Sandral. When I heard you were looking to purchase such a large quantity of spice I made an extra effort to handle things personally." Revan replied, taking a seat.

After Revan had accepted a large cigar from Sandral's secretary, he leaned back. "Now, you wish to discuss price?"

Mr. Sandral grinned eagerly. "Yes. I am prepared to pay twenty credits an ounce. The market on Dantooine is not large, but it will be soon. When that happens, I will be able to pay a premium price of forty credits an ounce."

"Most interesting. And what of the Jedi? We have no wish to anger them at this point." Revan said.

"The Jedi are currently tied up with various civil issues. By the time they react, it will be far too late." Sandral replied, taking a drink of juma.

Revan crossed his legs, beginning to tap his boot with his fingers. "I remain unconvinced. The Jedi are rather effective at crippling the drug trade. Add in the below-market prices and I am afraid I must refuse your offer at this point."

One of the thugs appeared in the room, holding a blaster. "I am greatly distressed by your refusal. May I persuade you to reconsider?" Sandral said, leaning back in his chair and grinning.

Revan smiled. He shifted, casually lowering his legs to the floor. "I am afraid I am...resistant to persuasion, Mr. Sandral. Good day." Standing, he made for the door. Another man blocked his exit.

Mr. Sandral stood. "I'm sorry, Mr. Phillips, but you will not be leaving this room alive unless you agree to my terms. Please don't make this difficult."

Revan stuck his hand in his pocket. "And I am sorry you feel that way, Mr. Sandral." With that, he pulled out his lightsaber in a flourish, killing the two thugs.

Mr. Sandral dropped his glass, staggering back against the wall. "A Jedi? But I was told by a friend that you were the best in the business!"

"Your friend is a plant, Mr. Sandral. And I am the best in my business. Not yours." He reached down and picked up one of the fallen blasters, setting it to stun. "Now, if you will come with me, I will introduce you to some friends of mine. They'll be most happy to see you."

Sandral still looked shocked. "Who are you?"

"The name's Revan." he said, pulling the trigger and stunning Mr. Sandral. "Just Revan."

A/N: Okay, so that ends the prologue. If you liked it and want to see more, please review it. If no one reviews it, I will naturally assume no one liked it, which means the series will likely be canceled. Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars, James Bond, or anything else in here with a copyright.