Knights of the Old Republic: The True Sith
By rosso-bass
Chapter 1 – The Revelation
AN: The characters in this story are not mine, nor is the Star Wars Universe.
Just to recap, this story follows the canon line of KotOR: Revan is male, and after losing his memory, becomes devoted to the Light side of the Force. He and Bastila fall in love, though she is captured by Darth Malak and falls to the Dark side. On the Star Forge, Revan spares Bastila and she returns to the Light side. Revan kills Malak and the Republic destroys the Star Forge. From KotOR II: the exile is female and follows the Light side. After killing Darth Traya (Kreia), she goes to the unknown region to find Revan.
"This is your task, Revan," a deep voice echoed.
"Yes," he replied.
"The Force is yours. Use it to crush this galaxy, and pave the way for our glorious triumph over the Light."
"I will." Revan peered through the darkness, struggling to catch a glimpse of this one's face.
"There is a tool which will allow you a swift victory: the Star Forge. Its location is lost, even to us, but you will take Malak as your apprentice, and you will find this relic of the Dark Side. With it, you shall not fail."
"I understand, Master," Revan replied. The robed figure stepped closer, but still its face was hidden in shadow.
"Do not fail us, Revan," the voice sounded. "We sense light in your soul, and remember this: we brought our technology to this sordid galaxy, we brought knowledge of the Force to your pathetic races. There is no being so able to crush your existence."
"I will not fail, my Master." Revan knelt, feeling a bitter, pulsing presence beneath his knee. Footsteps approached him as he kept his head faced to the floor.
"Good… Become the harbinger of death, the tool and master of the Force. Destroy- as we destroy. Rise, Darth Revan."
Revan came alive with a start, breathing heavily in panic. He touched his face with both hands, feeling cold sweat. He looked around the room quickly, slowly recognizing his Ahto City home. His panic began to subside and he sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. He leaned over, placing his elbows on his knees and his hands in his face.
He had just experienced a vision- of that, there was no doubt. Over the past year, isolated memories of his past had resurfaced, displaying to Revan his past crimes. They had been difficult to shoulder, but he allowed the Force to ever relieve him in its inherent peace. However, until now, he had never remembered anything from his taking the path of the Dark Side, save for discovering the Star Map on Dantooine.
He looked back, peering at the woman in his bed. Somehow, despite their strong bond and sharing of visions in the past, Bastila Shan had not awoken. This was evidence enough to Revan that she had not experienced this particular vision.
He realized that he needed a moment to reflect on this. He quickly dressed and left the apartment, travelling to the nearest coast-edge of the city.
In the dead of night, he was alone by the restless ocean of Manaan. Producing a cigarette of dumnphat, he lit it with a spark from his finger and pondered things while taking occasional drags from the bitter plant.
Without a doubt, the being in his dream had been the source of his perpetual unrest, even beyond the continuous revelations concerning his evil deeds. For the past year, even from the moment he had crushed Darth Malak, he knew somehow that the galaxy was threatened by an even greater danger, and sensed that this danger was connected to the monster he had become before losing his memory.
Now, he knew, he could not ignore the threat, which was undoubtedly still existent. What should he do? Should he bring his revelation to Master Vandar on Coruscant? No. He sensed that bringing the full weight of the Jedi to this fight would only result in their destruction, and the removal of this dark force's only remaining obstacle in destroying the galaxy.
He could also assemble his old crew again. Carth Onasi was an important part of the Republic Fleet, right where he was needed, but the rest of the Ebon Hawk's crew would most likely agree to accompany him.
Sadness filled Revan as he contemplated this. His companions were helpful and devoted. But Revan knew them all, even Bastila, to be weak in comparison to himself. If he brought them along, they would all surely die.
No, he decided. He must go alone.