Hello, guys, this is my version of what happened during the events of Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic. I'm going to put it a little differently and add some other characters partially or even fully taken from the series Star Wars the Clone Wars. This is my first fanfic ever so please be gentle with me hahaha :D. And just for you to know: I'm not speaking English natively – I'm from Poland so I would like to apologize right now for some mistakes. And I want to ask you guys for comments (both positive and negative alike XD). Okay, I think I've said enough already so… have a nice read :D.

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Prologue

Revan was standing on the bridge of his flagship. Through the viewport, he watched the fight between his Sith armada and the Republic Forces. But once for a while, his eyes darted to the other flagship. Leviathan. His former best friend and now his apprentice was commanding this ship. Dark Lord knew that giving commandership to Malak was dangerous at least, but he ignored this little warning in the Force.

And now this warning came back, but stronger. He knew that something wasn't right. He sensed that from Malak's ship. Revan shrugged a little, when the realization of what the Force tried to tell him, dawned on him. Betrayal. Behind his mask, that covered his features, he chuckled slightly. He even almost smirked. Apparently, Malak knew of a Jedi strike team that boarded Revan's ship and decided to use it to his advantage.

Revan cursed himself in his spirit for being so blind up to this moment. He knew that he didn't have much time. He couldn't run away, no, if he used one of the escape pods, he would be captured by the Republic or shot down by Malak's ship. And if he stayed on the bridge, he would have to face this little Jedi strike team that came for him. And this would give his apprentice a perfect opportunity for his act of betrayal.

Dark Lord sighed lightly. As for once in his not that long life he didn't know what to do. Escaping would mean death as well as staying. Revan checked the ship's camera records. The Jedi were close. It would be a matter of few minutes before they appear on the bridge. He sighed again. Right now things started to get a little complicated.

"Admiral," Revan said without even turning to the person he was referring to.

"Yes, my Lord?" a man in his late forties asked.

"Tell your men to head to the hangar and leave the ship". Admiral's face paled lightly at the command. He didn't know what to say or do in this matter.

"B… But my Lord, why?". At this point, Revan turned to the person he was talking to.

"The Jedi are coming here. I don't know what will be the outcome of this but I don't want any of you in here when they arrive. So again, leave the bridge, and head to the hangar" Revan commanded. He didn't want them to die only because of his blindness. Despite what the Jedi Council told about him, he wasn't a monster. Of course, he punished his men who didn't fulfill his orders, but he wasn't going to sentence those who did nothing wrong to death. "This is my last word, Admiral, leave" he repeated. A man, the Dark Lord was referring to, bowed slightly.

"Of course, my Lord". He knew that questioning Revan's orders would be nothing good, even though he wasn't so easily driven mad as Malak was. Then he repeated the commands he got to the personnel of the bridge. In three minutes Revan was left alone.

"Come here," Dark Lord said into his private communicator. The person on the other side said nothing. Instead, doors to the bridge opened and inside came five people. Two Dark Jedi and three soldiers. Revan turned to them. He didn't know those Jedi. They followed him during the Mandalorian Wars, and now they followed him in this war as well. But he didn't bother to get familiar with them.

The soldiers that came with them were his most trusted people in the entire Empire. They served under him in the previous war as well. They were his personal guard and the only ones, besides Malak, who saw him without his mask. During the conflict with the Mandalorians Revan earned their trust and unbroken loyalty, by showing himself as a great warrior and tactician. Since then they followed him everywhere – never questioning his orders. And Dark Lord knew them by names. Rex, Fox, and Wolfie. Well, these weren't their real names but nicknames. Revan didn't want to risk their lives but it was a necessity. They were good men. They weren't loyal to the Republic or to his Sith Empire, no. They were loyal to him. Only to him. And that's why he wasn't beware of a betrayal from their side.

"You two stay with me" he addressed the two Dark Jedi. They bowed their heads for a signal that they understood. "And you will be guarding the main hall to the bridge. We have a company. Republic assumed that I can be captured by a small Jedi team. Your purpose is to weaken them. Try to make their arrival as late as possible. But do not kill them. Leave them to me" Revan said to the three soldiers. The one in white armor with blue marks answered.

"We will, my Lord," he said and they bowed to their leader. Then they turned around to leave the bridge and to take their positions. The Dark Lord of the Sith once again turned to the viewport. The only thing he could do now was to wait.


Bastila sighed heavily. She was leading her team on the most difficult task ever given during this war. Capture Darth Revan. She cursed mentally at the image that appeared in her head. A memory. Of her and the present Dark Lord on the plains of Dantooine. They used to sneak out from the enclave after their training to relax a bit and to spend some time with each other. They were close friends. She, Revan, Malak, previously known as Alek, and Meetra –the Jedi Exile. Even though she was younger, she developed a close relationship with the man she came to capture. It's possible to say they were lovers, even if it was forbidden amongst the Jedi. But then everything started to go downhill. The three of them passed their Jedi trials, she was proud of them of course, especially of Revan. No one ever before passed his trials at the age of twenty! And then the Mandalorians came.

Revan thought that the Jedi Order should help the Republic. But the Council said otherwise. They insisted on waiting. They feared of something greater laying behind the Mandalorians. They warned rest of the Order and reasoned them to wait, but Revan wasn't someone who could be reasoned easily. He tried to persuade the Council to give permission for participating in the war. He felt it was his duty to help the Republic, he swore to protect. But the Council refused. Revan was torn apart between his oath and loyalty to the Council. But he decided to wait.

Until the plea for help came from the Republic. They were desperate – they were losing on every front. The Mandalorians were superior in every way. On that point, Revan had enough of waiting. He gathered a large group of the Jedi who, like he, wanted to go to the war. Bastila wanted to go as well, but he refused to take her. He didn't want her to fight against the Mandalorians at such a young age, even though he was only five years older than her. But he didn't want to risk her life. So he, Malak and Meetra, as well as other Jedi Knights went to aid the Republic.

They were gone for two years. In this time they haven't appeared on Dantooine or Coruscant or any other Republic world for that matter. And if they did, no one knew about that.

Two years after Revan joined the Republic forces, news came to the Capital of the Republic. In the final battle on Malachor V Mandalore the Ultimate – leader of the Mandalorians – was defeated and Republic achieved the final victory. Bastila was waiting impatiently for Revan's return, but return he did not.

A year has passed since the battle on the Malachor V and the first news of Revan came. But these weren't good news. The leader of the Republic forces during Mandalorian Wars came back with an enormous armada and started his own war against the very Republic, he swore to protect. No one knew where did he gather such fleet, and no one stood a chance against him. He was a tactical genius. No one could beat him in combat – he conquered world after world. From a savior, he became a conqueror.

Jedi were desperate. They didn't know what to do or how to stand against the threat from Revan, now known as the Darth Revan. Another year has passed and the Dark Lord of the Sith seemed invincible. Council's debate of what to do caused Bastila to be on this mission she was right now. She was leading a small group of Jedi knights. Their purpose was clear. Capture or kill Darth Revan.

"Bastila!" a sudden yell brought her back to the presence. She has drifted off to her thoughts about the past. "We got to go. We're near the bridge" one of the Jedi told her. She nodded slightly and continued her way down the corridor. On their path here they encountered few Dark Jedi and few soldiers, though they weren't challenging opponents. They were almost there.

Suddenly they found themselves under heavy fire that came from the place they were heading to. Three Sith soldiers were firing upon them. But what caught Bastila's eyes was their armor. It wasn't a typical silver one that common soldiers wore, nor was it a read one used by the elites. Their armor was white. They used helmets to cover their heads but these ones were also designed differently. They also had color marks on their armor. One of them had blue, second had red and the third one had grey marks. Young Jedi Padawan knew that she saw them earlier, but she couldn't find it in her memory right now. She had to focus on not being shot.

"For the Republic!" one of the soldiers who were with them shouted and rushed in the direction where their enemy was. Few others followed him and were engaged now in a melee combat against three odd-looking Sith warriors. Their enemies turned out to be better than them. They wielded vibroblades, nothing special, but, judging by their style of combat, they could stand against and even defeat a Jedi. Bastila and her companions joined their soldiers and helped them in struggling against the three Sith.

"Look who's here. Turns out that our little Jedi Princess decided to join us" the one with red marks stated. Bastila was taken aback by this. Now she recognized them. They were personal Revan's guard. They used to serve the Republic, but they followed their leader after the Mandalorian Wars. They came out with this title for her when she ordered Revan to take her with him. Actually, it was he who used this term first.

Bastila tried to ignore that comment and launched at the one who spoke that. She ignited her yellow lightsaber and was facing her opponent. He was good. Very good at this point. She knew that he could easily kill most of the Jedi Knights. Not without reason, he was one of the Revan's personal bodyguards and most trusted soldiers. Though she noticed something odd. He wasn't fighting like he tried to defeat her. He was only defending himself.

Bastila quickly used this to her advantage. She spun on her heel and kicked her opponent right in the head. He was taken aback by this sudden action but was still standing. Until the Padawan he was fighting against hit him in the head again, but this time with a handle of her lightsaber. He fell to the floor.

"And now you're dead" one of the Republic soldiers addressed her opponent, who was lying unconscious before her. Bastila watched as her companion put a blaster rifle to the Sith's head. She didn't know why she did it, but she used the Force to remove the blaster in the last second.

"No! He doesn't deserve to die" she reasoned the soldier. With a corner of her eye, she noticed that the other two were also put unconscious. The soldier she was talking to didn't look convinced.

"They can have some useful information" another Jedi added.

"We'll take them as prisoners" the only Jedi Master in their team stated. Soldiers were skeptical, to say the least, to the Jedi's idea. But they complied. They were no one to argue with the will of the Knights. Silently they took the three warriors and carried them to the hangar, where their ship was.

Bastila and the Jedi Knights now turned to the doors leading to bridge. With them stayed only one Republic soldier, as the others carried their prisoners. Young Padawan didn't know what she was going to meet on the other side of the doors, and certainly, she wasn't prepared for this. There is no emotion. There is peace, she tried to calm her mind by reciting the Code. She took a deep breath and opened the doors. Now or never was her last thought before entering the bridge.


Revan was still standing next to the viewport and was starring through it. The battle was lost. His Sith armada was now in ruins. More and more Republic frigates started to break through their defenses, and Jedi were almost on the bridge. He sensed them. Malak was giving orders to prepare to fire upon his ship – he sensed this as well. But he didn't panic. He wasn't stressed. He was relaxed. And he knew why. Bastila a single thought ran through his mind. Her presence always calmed him down. They were here.

The doors opened with a hiss but he didn't care. Something intrigued him. He didn't sense in the Force the death of his bodyguards. Jedi value all life, he thought and smirked behind his mask on this. He knew that particular line of the Jedi Code. And thanks to this he was almost sure that he was going to survive what will happen next.

His Dark Jedi were killed quickly. They weren't great duelists and the Jedi strike team was standing behind him right now, few meters away. But he didn't even bother to notice them. He was still staring through the viewport, his arms crossed behind his back. But one of the soldiers couldn't hold it anymore. He ran towards the Dark Lord shouting some nonsense that Revan didn't try to understand. Without turning around or even moving his hands he caught the man with the Force and slowly choked him. After few seconds, the man fell to the floor. Dead. Then he turned to the Jedi standing behind him.

Ahead of them was she, Bastila. Revan was caught aback by her appearance. He knew that she will come for him, but he wasn't prepared to meet her after four years.

This time was good for her, that was sure. She became more beautiful than she was before if that was even possible. She developed women curves that were matched by her fitting outfit. She had her black hair tied up in a ponytail with two strands around her face. Her full lips were still fiercely red – something he came to adore in the last months they spent together before the Mandalorian wars. Her skin was a little tanned. More than it used to be previously. And her eyes. Her eyes were grey as always, but now Revan didn't see in them the flicker of happiness that was there last time he saw her. And he knew exactly why, and it struck his heart. It was because of him. Because he betrayed her when he attacked the Republic. The Dark Lord could even feel tears forming up in the corners of his eyes. He blinked few times behind his mask to get rid of them.

"Ah, Bastila. Finally, we meet again. After all these years. I missed you, my dear. Have you come to join me? Your battle meditation would be a great addition to my Empire" Revan teased. Bastila ignored his comment but her companions did not.

"What is he talking about Bastila?" one Jedi asked. She did everything to ignore the burning sensation in her heart. For the first time in four years, she heard his voice. It didn't change. Maybe a little bit cause it was distorted by the mask Revan was wearing. She shook her head in order to get rid of the temptation of running to him and hugging him tightly.

"I'm not here to join you Revan" she spat out, ignoring Jedi's question "I'm here to end your reign of terror" she added with fake confidence. Truly she didn't know if they could win in a combat against him, even if they outnumbered him four to one. But still the outcome of the oncoming battle was impossible to foresee.

"Pity. I thought that after all those years we haven't seen each other you would want a reunion between us. But I was mistaken" Revan said with something coming dangerously close to sadness in his voice. "Very well. Prepare to die then" he added. The Dark Lord ignited his crimson lightsaber. His second weapon – a purple lightsaber – waited patiently, clipped to his belt.

At this point, Bastila got rid of any thoughts about redeeming Revan. Her friend or not, he was a threat to the Republic. A threat she came to put an end to. She reignited her own yellow lightsaber. Her companions did the same. The bridge was filled with red, yellow, purple and green lights as they were about to advance on each other.

"You cannot win Revan" Bastila almost spat his name with venom. But it didn't fall on Revan's deaf ears. The way she said his name, with so much hatred, hurt him more than any wound he suffered in both wars. He positioned his lightsaber parallel to his arm in a defensive stance. He saw his opponents preparing to advance on him. And then Malak chose his moment.

None of them noticed a stream of light coming to the bridge from the Leviathan. A massive explosion shook the entire ship. Revan fell to the floor when the bridge was being under a constant shot from his apprentice. The last thing the Dark Lord saw before blackness took him was her face. Bastila's face.


Bastila was taken aback by a sudden explosion, that shook the bridge. She noticed Revan falling to the floor. She blinked few times to get rid of the smoke burning her eyes. Young Padawan saw her companions slowly rising up to their feet, but Revan did not.

She shook her head to drive away the blackness that threatened to take her away and slowly she lifted herself up. She came to the Dark Lord and knelt next to him. She saw a blood pool forming around his head. Bastila checked his pulse. Weak, very weak. But nevertheless, it was there, though it was fading quickly. They had to get him out of there if they wanted to take him alive. But she had to see one thing.

Young Padawan carefully unclipped Revan's mask from his face and lifted it up. She gasped when she saw the Dark Lord's face.

Many Jedi Masters told that Darth Revan will look like an abomination, a monster. But he did not. He still was the same handsome man she remembered from her younger years. His skin was a little pale, but she assumed that it was due to the lack of the sunlight. He wasn't deadly pale as other users of the Dark Side. He had a little scar running through his eye – a souvenir after Mandalorian wars. His eyes were half closed. She didn't see any sick golden color burning with hatred. She saw the same deep green eyes she caught herself often starring in. She even noticed remains of tears on his face. That's certainly something she didn't expect. Him? Crying? And his hair was still pretty much the same. Long, black, reaching his arms. But it was natural black. Not an effect of using the Dark Side.

"Bastila, we got to go," one of her companions told her. She shook herself from the painful thoughts and tears forming in her eyes, and lifted herself up, not letting go of his mask. The two Jedi who were with her lifted Revan's unmoving form and carried him back to the hangar.


"My Lord? There are no signs of life upon the bridge" Admiral Karath reported. Malak almost smirked but his lack of the jaw didn't allow him to do so. Instead, he laughed madly. Cold, metallic laughter that caused everyone to shiver.

"Very well, Admiral. Prepare to jump to hyperspace. Set a course to Rakata system" he ordered.

"Yes, my Lord" Karath saluted. In few minutes the Sith forces were gone, leaving Republic's ships as well as Revan's flagship orbiting the planet below.


Okay, guys so here is the first chapter. Once again I ask you to be gentle with me cause this is my first fanfic ever XD. I would appreciate all comments so make sure to leave your thoughts below. And those three soldiers: Rex, Fox, and Wolfie were taken from the Clone Wars XD. But I'm not going to copy them. I will change them a bit but still, they will be here XD. If you have any idea of what I could change than share this with me as well. If you liked this first chapter then hit 'favorite'. So… till the next time guys :D.