Disclaimer: I don't own KOTOR, any sequels, or the companies that create this wonderful game. Frankly, all I want is a little droid…

Writer's Notes: The Exile's name is Soner—which translates to 'Last Man' in Turkish. Rather fitting for someone thought of as 'The Last of the Jedi'.

Also, I have yet to play all the different options in the second game, so I really need to thank the people who worked on the Wikipedia articles relating to the game and its characters. Now, enjoy!

Episode One: The Ebon Hawk

In deep space, a small frigate with a beat-up hull and an unappealing exterior made its way across uncharted territory. And inside the ship's cockpit, a young man with a beat-up jacket and an unappealing manner was trying to make sense of the navigation charts.

"It all stems from the fact that the navigation controls are voice activated," growled Atton. "We've got two droids that probably know where we're going, but can't help us." He turned to the man sitting in the co-pilot's seat. "And you're not helping either."

The man folded his arms and grinned. "You're the one who said you could fly this thing."

Soner Nova—the Jedi Exile. It seemed strange to him, after all these years, to be in the company of so many. And yet, not so strange. Ten years ago, he was a Jedi Padawan, and the Republic was being attacked by warriors called the Mandalorians. Two Jedi—Revan and Malak—rebelled against the Order and went to war. Soner followed.

In hindsight, that was not very wise.

At first, things were moving perfectly. Revan was a natural military leader. Victory came so easy to her. And Malak and Soner found themselves generals—and their soldiers found extra strength being led by Jedi. It seemed like nothing bad could possibly happen.

But there was an silent evil that crept about during the war. Something…something in the far corners of the galaxy bothered Revan. Soner was too busy fighting the war to noticed Revan's concerns. The first thing to go wrong was Malachor V. Revan sent her least loyal troops to a planet that the Mandalorians feared. They were used as bait. And then, she gave the order for Soner to crush them all.

That's when I lost it, thought Soner, ignoring Atton's humor. All those deaths on my head…all those links that were killing me as I was killing them…that's when I cut myself off. That's when I stopped being a Jedi.

Eventually, Soner reached a horrible conclusion—he was no longer following a noble Jedi. Revan had become twisted, and Malak was following her like a hound at her heels. Disgusted with what he saw, he made his way back to the Jedi to stand for trial. Of all the Jedi that had left the Order, only Soner came back. And instead of welcoming back their lost sheep, the Jedi exiled him.

Soner simply disappeared off the map. He spent years on alien planets—never too long at any one spot, in case he began to befriend the locals. Soner had a cursed gift. He formed powerful bonds with others, and this allowed him to become a leach.

Atton turned towards his friend. "Do you think Revan will be able to help you with that 'siphon' thing the masters told you about?"

"I don't know." Soner was still lost in his thoughts. The past few weeks were a blur. One of the Jedi masters, Atris, leaked his location to the Sith, and they had tired to hunt him down like he was last of the Jedi. Which was partially true.

Along the way, Soner met Kreia—also known as Darth Traya, Revan's old teacher. She used Soner, hoping his siphoning ability would help her in destroying the Force itself. Soner had never met someone who hated the Force like she did.

Darth Traya was not a problem anymore. Soner had killed her—in some ways, he felt sorry for her. But before her death, Traya had told the Exile where Revan had traveled.

Revan. It always went back to Revan. Things had changed after Soner went into Exile. Things he only found out recently.

Apparently, the Republic soon found out what Soner had suspected—the Revan had traded her twin blue lightsabers for two red ones. She called herself Darth Revan, and Malak was once again her loyal hound. They had discovered the Star Forge, an immense factory that produced the Sith army. And then, Revan went to conquer the very people and planets she had saved from the Mandalorians.

But Sith are masters at betrayal, and Malak was tired of being his mistress's dog. While the Jedi had sent their own kind to battle Revan, Malak decided to turn on her. He fired upon her ship, nearly killing Revan and the Jedi. Thinking she was dead, Malak took over and continued fighting in his more barbaric manner.

But Revan did not die. A Padawan named Bastila saved her, and the two became linked. Her mind broken, the Jedi Council erased all memories of the Dark Lady from Revan, and made her think she was a simple solider. Together, Bastila and Revan found out the location of the Star Forge. Bastila was captured by Malak, but lucky for the Padawan, Revan was able to save her—which meant that both Jedi were responsible for the other's salvation. The Star Forge was destroyed, and everyone thought that Revan—the Prodigal Knight—had found peace at last. But she left for the Unknown Regions a year later.

All this was told to her by the oddest source—a Republic Admiral by the name of Carth Onasi. Apparently, he was with the brainwashed Revan before the destruction of the Star Forge. And even odder—he was with her afterwards too.

Soner wasn't sure what to make of this soldier until he was able to leave to face Darth Traya at Malachor V. Admiral Onasi realized that the Exile was heading to one of Revan's old haunts.

"If I see her…do you want me to tell you?" Soner had said this less than two weeks ago to the Admiral.

And for a moment, all traces of rank and statue and bravery vanished—and Soner realized he was looking at a man that was looking for something held very close to his heart. "No. Just…just tell her…Carth Onasi is still waiting for her."

Revan! In love! With a soldier! "You know, ten years ago, if you had told me half the things I was going to do, and half the things Revan was going to do, I wouldn't believe a single word."

"What did you think you were going to accomplish?"

The was not Atton's voice. Soner turned around. Brianna, the last of the Handmaidens, was standing behind him.

"Well, I never would have expected an Exile Jedi to return to the Republic, nor a Sith Lord save the Republic." Soner smiled sheepishly. "Hey…are you holding up okay?"

She nodded. "I think so."

Soner wasn't the only one whose world had turned upside down. Brianna had just found out that her mentor, Atris, had become corrupted by the Sith recordings she kept in her chambers. Atris had been redeemed by Soner, but that didn't make Brianna feel any better. On the other hand, Soner had begun teaching her about the Jedi, and the new focus on her lessons was a distraction from the troubles they had left on Telos.

It was her future that had Soner so concerned. Brianna's father was an Echani senator and her mother was a Jedi. The Jedi died on Malachor V. Darth Revan fought a duel with the father and killed him. Things were not going to be simple for Soner…but everyone else on the Ebon Hawk had been touched by Revan—for good or for evil.

Atton leaded back in his chair and cracked his knuckles. "So, I have to ask—was Revan a babe, or is there a reason she wore that mask?"

"Both," said Soner sadly.

Atton straightened up in his chair. "I…don't follow."

"Sorry. Let me explain. When Revan left for war…she was what some people would call attractive. Not striking, mind you. Long back hair that she used to braid in fancy ways back on Dantooine. Blue eyes…blue…like her lightsabers." Both Atton and Brianna grinned. "Seriously. There was something about her…not vanity…just…when you saw her in front of her troops, or when she was about to give her battle cry…she just looked like a painting. If someone were to imagine a charismatic Jedi warrior…they would have imagined her."

"But…the mask?" asked Brianna.

Soner sighed. "That's a bad memory for me. After Malachor V…I knew I had to leave her. So I headed for her flagship—I couldn't just leave without a word, I had to speak to her. I had to say goodbye properly.

"Well, I was taken to her chambers. I had heard that Malak had lost his jaw in the last battle, so he was in the medical bay. It was just Revan and I. She was facing the window, so her back was turned away from me. I told her I was leaving.

"'Fine,' she said. 'You may leave us. I knew you would do so after Malachor V.'

"I had never seen such coldness. Furthermore, her voice had become scratchy and dry. I saw something strange in her stance and her manner, and demanded she faced me.

"Well, what happens when you completely give into evil? What happens with a good wholesome body allows corruption to seep in? Any trace of beauty, any hint of goodness was erased from that face. She had cut her hair so that it barely went past her chin. It had become limp and dry. And her face…her face looked like she had been burnt and scarred. Pale blue eyes became bright red ones. I think I understood then why my teachers always said that in becoming a Sith, you become a mockery of what you once were. Revan's beauty was gone—it was replaced by a mockery of her old face.

"And worse of all, she laughed. 'Do you noticed any difference? Malak changed, I changed, but you did not change. That is the price of power, it seems.' And she pulled out a mask—her mask—from her cloak. I recognized it as the helmet of the Mandalorian leader. The one she defeated in single combat. 'This is what a damned face looks like. But I think this is worth the price.' I told her it was clear that where she was going, I could not follow. 'But where are you going? Back to the Jedi? Yes? You are insane! Don't you understand? We can't go back, none of us! They will never understand what I did at Malachor V today! I did it all for them!'

"And she put her mask on her face, and I knew—that would be the last time I would see Revan."

Atton and Brianna were both looking at Soner with grim faces. "I had no idea…she had fallen so far."

"Yeah," said Atton, agreeing with Brianna. "But why didn't she kill you?"

"That's one of the things I'm going to ask her if we find her." Soner rubbed his shoulder. It was still sore from his fight with Darth Traya. "And I need to find out if there's anything that can be done about this Force Siphon." He winced. The Jedi Masters acted like he had an incurable disease. And now, Soner was scared to death that he might infect the remaining weakened Jedi.

There was a beeping sound at the control panel. "Switching to sub-light engines." Atton turned to Soner and grinned. "We have reached the Unknown Regions. To your left are uncharted asteroids and up ahead is a small meteor shower. Thank you for flying Ebon Express."

Brianna ignored Atton and looked at Soner. "If we find her?"

Soner frowned. "I want to find her alive…but I fear we might only find her tomb."