Note that some of the canonical Star Wars history will be inaccurate. That has been done on purpose, not due to lack of knowledge. Also, the premise of this story is very similar to that of Luke and Anakin Skywalker but I assure you, the story itself will be very different.

Father and Son

Prologue

"All hail Lord Revan! All hail Lord Revan! All hail Lord Revan!" The words rang clear throughout the Rakatan Temple grounds as the Sith cried out to their new lord. The soldiers saluted shot off their blasters into the sky in his honor. The dark Jedi sent sparks flying from their finger tips, causing damage to the structure around them, smashing the droids who were standing guard near the walls and several soldiers.

Revan merely looked down on the crowd beneath him, his crooked smile fixed on his pale face. His sleek brown hair was still matted with the blood of his former apprentice, Darth Malak, and that of his former companions, Mission Vao, the wookie Zalbarr, and the two Jedi, Jolee Bindo and Juhani. His hands were stained with the blood of the Sith soldiers who had remained loyal to Malak, and had died by his lightsaber on the Star Forge. He turned his head to look at his new apprentice, Bastila. She had cleaned up before the ceremony, but before, her face had been splashed with the blood of her former friends as well.

The Dark Lord folded his arms and called out for silence. Once the commotion had stopped, he inhaled deeply. "My friends," he said calmly. "It has been far too long since we have seen eye to eye. The deceptive ways of the Jedi must come to an end. Their insult to the Sith Empire cannot be excused. Go, leave this cursed planet. Hunt down what's left of the Jedi and bring them back here. If you cannot, kill them."

A roar of approval exploded from the crowd when he was finished. With a wave of his hand, he dismissed them, causing them to file out of the courtyard quickly. He turned around, towards the great temple doors, and started forward. He was followed quickly by Bastila, who entered the temple with him.

"That went well," Bastila commented as they traveled down the long staircases that made up the majority of the temple's upper levels.

"Very well," Revan agreed as they reached the special landing. He turned towards a door that had been cleverly hidden by the brick walls, and entered the room. Bastila quickly followed. Out of the many rooms in the Rakatan Temple, this was one of the few comfortable ones. This is where the great Rakatan prophet had lived. Now it served as the dwelling for the new Sith Lord.

Revan quickly removed his outer layer of robes, so he stood shirtless in the room. There was a small graze, where a lightsaber had struck his shoulder during the final battle. He touched his hand to it, sending the healing properties of the Force through it. The small injury began to stitch itself together and soon disappeared completely.

"We have work to do," he muttered.

"My Lord!" Bastila exclaimed. "You've just become the Lord of the Sith and Master of the Star Forge," she said as she drew nearer to him.

"Is there some point?" He asked.

She smiled as her hand rested on his arm and began to travel upward. Her fingertips dragged against the smooth folds of his arm, shoulder, and back. "We've yet to celebrate," she whispered into his ear. Revan grinned. He had considered it on numerous occasions. The idea of forcing himself on Bastila had been an entertaining one, when they had been sleeping with little more than a couple inches of metal separating them. In his work, he had forgotten the idea, until now.

"Forgive me, my dear," he replied calmly, as he wrapped his arms around her. The Dark Lord crushed his lips against hers in a burning kiss that sent shivers down her spine. She moaned and accepted him and his hands began to lift the skirts of her ceremonial robes. She felt his hand against the flesh of her thigh. It began to travel upward until it reached the material of her undergarment. Bastila moaned as Revan worked. The Dark Lord took immense satisfaction in seeing her pleasure. He felt her free leg wrap around his waist, urging him on.

Dustil Onasi retracted his hand quickly as the images burned in his mind. He looked down at the battered face of the Sith Lord in disgust. "It's him," Dustil confirmed as he looked up at his father, Carth. Carth nodded grimly. "You realize what this means?" He asked.

"It means that we only have one shot left," the newly instated admiral replied.

"It's risky," Dustil warned him. "It's more dangerous than the Jedi's plan."

"I know, but it's the only one we've got," Carth replied. The admiral jerked his head at the Sith on the table. "How do we know that she won't intervene?"

"She came to us in the end, didn't she?" Dustil reminded him. "Besides, Bastila will be lucky if she ever wakes up. I doubt she'll ever be powerful enough to influence them."

"I can't believe this is our only option," Carth said with a sigh. "It goes against everything the Jedi and the Republic believe in."

"Since when do we care about the Jedi?" His son pointed out.

Carth chuckled grimly. "How soon would you say it'll happen?" He asked.

Dustil sighed and placed his hand on the Sith Lord's swollen belly and thought about it. "They're alive," he replied. "And healthy. It could happen any day now."

"Alright," Carth said. "Alert me if anything new comes up."

Dustil nodded. Carth turned away and left quickly. Dustil sighed and turned back to Bastila's broken form. She had been captured on Hoth when she had been only two months pregnant. Since then, the babies had developed well, but the young Sith Lord had not yet woken up. It was doubtful that she ever would, or that she would even survive the birth.

Dustil sighed and walked away.

Chapter I: Son of the Dark Lord

You want to know who I am? The knowledge you seek will not bring you comfort. The Jedi scorned me with good reason, just as you would scorn me if you knew the truth. I have lived under this guise that you have all seen for seventeen years. It is time for me to shed this disguise and reclaim my birthright. The Republic has lived in fear of the name 'Revan' for far too long. No more. I am Revan, son of the Dark Lord of the Sith and his Dark Lady. The Force has guided me to this path. All roads end here. Tonight I shall take up the sacred sword and challenge my father. Tonight, the fate of the Jedi, the Republic, the galaxy, and the name 'Revan' shall be decided.

Revan Shan, Jedi Exile and Outcast

Revan set down the pen he was writing with and stood up. His hand reached for the sacred weapon that sat on his desk. Tonight, it was going to end. He clipped the lightsaber to his belt and turned away.

14 Months Earlier

Revan Shan sat alone in his quarters, his hand running over an old Sith holocron that he had recently found. He had scanned its contents already and found it to be of great use. As a matter of fact, it was probably the best thing he had going for him at the moment. Despite its usefulness, Revan was not in the greatest of moods. He was tired for one thing and he had far more work ahead of him before the week was out. His life was a constant race. He always had to rush from one end of the galaxy to the next, either trying to avoid Sith Cruisers, or Star Fighters, or Star Forge Capital Ships, or he was trying to get to some new cache of Jedi or Sith value.

The young knight had recently returned from a trip to Dxun, where he had found the tomb of the fabled Freedon Nadd. There had been quite a few useful artifacts there, but he had found no trace of what he was truly looking for. All he had found were more dark side artifacts.

"With the amount of dark side energy we haul through space, it's a wonder the Sith haven't found us."

Revan turned around and looked at his pilot and apprentice, Arra Knatea. She stood gracefully at his doorway, her green eyes scanning the pile of artifacts he had recovered. She tossed her red hair back out of her face and enviously looked open the ancient Sith items.

"I take it you can feel them?" Revan inquired.

"Completely," she responded, not taking her eyes off of them.

"You think you can use them?" He asked her.

She blinked a couple of times and then turned to face him. "I'm not sure," she replied. "Not safely anyway. But you could!"

"I know," he replied.

He was well aware that he could easily wield the ancient weapons of the greatest of the Sith Lords without being in the least bit affected by their dark side energy. Ever since childhood, he had held an equal control over the light and the dark. At one point he had been a true servant of the dark side. Time had changed him. Now he served both and both served him. Thus, his quarters were more of a shrine of ancient Jedi and Sith trinkets instead of a sleeping area.

"I wish to control one," she spoke, he voice barely above a whisper as he eyes returned to the ancient objects on top of his desk.

"Which?" He asked, his face perfectly balanced, not revealing any of his intentions.

She considered it for a moment. In truth she wanted them all. With all the power of Freedon Nadd behind her she could probably take the fight to Darth Revan now! Her waiting days would be over. The young Force-wielder would face the Dark Lord in one decisive battle. She needed them all! Her eyes burned with the desire to take all of them.

"Arra," Revan spoke calmly. "I know what you're thinking."

She shook her head quickly, trying to rid herself of such thoughts. "I'm sorry!" She cried. "I don't know what's come over me."

"It's perfectly natural to feel that addiction to dark side energy when it's offered to you in small quantities," he replied.

"But I've used the dark side before, Revan! I know what it is like! Why do I still crave it like a naïve school girl?"

"That's why it's so dangerous," the young man replied. "But I think you can fight it. So I'll ask you one more time. Which one?"

The girl's emerald colored eyes returned to the objects that sat on Revan's table. There were only six of them, yet she could not handle the choice. She was an eager girl, sixteen years old and more than capable of defending herself without a weapon, but the lightsaber that sat there called to her, as did the shining crystal that sat beside it. But what wonders did the golden amulet with the red gem hold, or the holobook beside it? Maybe they were all insignificant compared to the shining silver band that would fit her finger quite nicely? Could she handle the dark power in the wrist band that seemed to radiate the Force energy within?

"Arra?" Revan asked.

"I can't," she turned away and left the room quickly.

Revan smiled as she left. He had expected her to leap at the opportunity to finally wield true dark side energy as she had seen him do so many times. There had been a time on Tasper III when she had seen him single handedly take on several Sith Saber Droids using the amulet of Exar Kun. And another time, he had defeated a squad of renegade dark Jedi using the lightsaber of Ulic Qel-Droma. Needless to say, the power was enviable. She had done well.

Perhaps it was because she had also seen him draw great power from the light. She was a wise young woman. In their journeys together it was obvious that more dark side power wasn't always stronger. Revan had made an expedition to Korriban when he had been sixteen. There he was challenged by the maddened spirit of Ajunta Pall, whom his father had driven to verges of insanity when he had visited the planet several years earlier. The battle had been very intense, shaking Korriban to its roots. Revan's command of the dark side of the Force nearly mirrored the Sith Lord's. Neither had been able to gain an advantage. That was when Revan truly saw how powerful a hybrid Force-user could be. He drew the light side energy from a Solari crystal and used to weaken Pall. In the end, Revan managed to undo his father's work and the ancient Sith Lord returned to the light.

Ever since that day, Revan wore that very Solari crystal around his neck. It had once belonged to his father, or so he had heard. The younger Revan had heard the story from the man who had raised him, Carth Onasi. Apparently Revan Sr. had found the crystal in the tomb of a Sith Lord on Korriban. He had instantly taken a liking to it, hoping it would keep him from falling down the dark path he was on at the time. There was never a time when he didn't have it near him. Then he entered the Rakatan Temple on the unknown planet near the Star Forge. He came out a changed man.

Carth had gone back to the top of the temple to examine the scene where Revan had reassumed the title of Dark Lord. The crystal had been lying on the ground. Carth could only assume that Revan had cast it off, just as he had cast off the light and the Jedi.

The crystal now belonged to his son and it gave him the power he would one day need to crush the Sith and his father.

Does the power make a difference?

"It does," he replied.

Your father has power too. Despite his loyalties to the darkness in his heart, he is not blind to the power of the light as you once were.

"Darth Revan hasn't spent nearly as much time as I have hunting the ancient objects of the Jedi or the Sith!" The young man insisted.

Your father searched the tombs of four great Sith Lords and every nook and cranny of the Star Forge! Your power is merely a child's toy compared to his.

"The Dark Lord… I can beat him."

Not yet, you cannot. You have not yet completed your training!

"When?"

The day will soon come, but you must trust me, Revan. I will not send you into battle until you are ready!

Revan was silent. There wasn't really a point in arguing. He had spent years trying to discover who it was speaking to him and who it was that had promised to help him find his father, but to no avail. All he knew was that it was wise and more powerful than him. That must account for something.

"I have scoured the tombs of Naga Sadow, Marka Ragnos, Ajunta Pall, Tulak Hord, and Ludo Kressh on Korriban. There was more in the tombs of Exar Kun and Ulic Qel-Droma and then Freedon Nadd. The eight greatest Sith Lords to ever live have bestowed their power upon me! How can Revan be more powerful?"

There was no answer. He sighed and clenched his fist. Why? Why won't you tell me?

"Revan!"

The young man sighed and stood up. He made his way into the next room where Arra and her small utility droid were working at the holotable. The droid, P9-17, chirped as Revan entered the room. Arra gestured to the image that was now on the table. It seemed to be an old Sith text hologram. The ancient words of the Sith began to appear on the table. Revan shook his head. He had no idea how to read the language of the original Sith.

"Worthless?" She asked.

"No," he replied as he stared at the words. "Someone might be able to read this."

She shrugged and quickly saved the new file to a holodisk. "May I return to my work?" She inquired pleadingly.

"Sure," he replied. "How's it coming?" He asked.

"I'm almost done," she replied. "I thought I had finished it yesterday, but I couldn't get it to activate."

"Did you set the crystal properly?" He asked.

"I believe so," she replied. "I compared the shell to one of yours and it seems to be alright though."

"What color was the crystal?" He inquired.

"It was a strange green color," she replied.

"Hmph," he thought for a moment. "It might be a Sith synthesized crystal. If so, I'd dump it. Only someone with Sith blood could use it."

"Do we have any extra focusing crystals?" She asked.

He nodded and delved into the pocket of his robes. His hand wrapped around a handful of extra crystals he kept handy and set them on the table before her. "Try one of those," he advised. "If it doesn't work, I'll take a look at it."

"Thanks," she replied.

"I'm going to bed," he said as he walked out of the room. "Let me know if anything interesting turns up."

He walked out of the room and back into his quarters. He shed his cloak and tossed it onto a chair. His eyes gazed about the room, making sure all of the treasures he had secured were in order. He deposited the artifacts from the tomb of Freedon Nadd into a drawer and locked it with a passkey.

The young man sat on his bed and unclipped his lightsabers from his belt. He set them into their clamps on his night table so they wouldn't roll away the ship made an odd maneuver. With a yawn, he shed his robes and got into bed.

There's chapter one of this new story. I hope you liked it. I am going to go into a lot of the history of the expanded universe that isn't covered in the games, so you may need to go to wikipedia to figure out a few of the things I'm writing. Overall, I hope you enjoy and all reviews are appreciated.