Since I've been on a story posting spree, I decided to clean up the first chapter of an Crossover fic I had started as well. This is one I actually remember the direction I'd been going, so I figured I'd give it a shot.

The premise is: What would happen if what Revan found in the Unknown Regions was the Mass Effect Galaxy instead of the Sith Emperor? What if Revan started the Jedi Civil War to prepare the Jedi and the Republic for the Reapers and planed to use the Star Forge to help Commander Shepard?

This will take place primarily after KotOR1 and during Mass Effect 2 and Mass Effect 3. I haven't yet decided if I'll involve the Exile or any characters from KotOR2.

Female Light Side Revan (as far as KotOR1 is concerned at least) and Male Paragon Shepard with Spacer and Sole Survivor Background.

The more reviews I get the more I'll update xD

Prologue

At first, things seemed nearly perfect.

After the destruction of the Star Forge, Silke Riese, the former Darth Revan, finally seemed to have earned a break. She and Carth Onasi were married in a small but lovely ceremony. The Jedi did not approve, but there was little they could do to prevent it. The couple settled down in a small apartment on Coruscant, ready to just enjoy each other without the weight of the galaxy resting on their shoulders.

Of course it didn't last. She had nightmares-memories, almost every time she laid her head down, after only two short months she began acting differently, more withdrawn than ever before. The first night the changes began she had woken up sobbing, startling Carth awake at her side.

"He's dead," was all she said. When he pressed her for more, she stubbornly refused, shutting down and staying silent. Every memory that came before she had told him of, let him comfort her, but not this time. Not anymore. They were finally starting to make sense. No longer fragments of what seemed to be pointless cruelty. Anything she told him of this memory she would defend, and that frightened her. "I'm not Revan," she had claimed to her friends and to herself, "Never again." She had been so certain then, so positive that she couldn't possibly fall into the same mindset ever again. But here she was, starting to relate with the cold calculating woman from her memories, starting to understand. He would reject her if she ever admitted to it, so she kept her silence. Carth would never understand, of that she was certain. Eventually they returned to sleep and in the morning she faked a smile and assured him half-heartedly that all was well.

The next worrisome memory came three weeks later and they argued.

"I broke my promise," she told him when he asked what was wrong. Again he pressed and again she refused to explain herself, but this time she eventually did say something else.

"I should have never allowed the destruction of the Star Forge."

He was understandably appalled by her train of thought and it showed in his response, "That thing was an atrocity. You did the right thing and you know it, don't start doubting yourself now."

Frustration crossed her face as she darted from the bed and began to pace like a caged animal. "You don't understand at all!" she accused, "The Star Forge was our best hope for survival. Better to sacrifice a few to save the many."

"This isn't like you, Sil," his tone was gentle, as if trying to calm a wild beast. Maybe that was exactly what he was doing, after all, that was how she felt at the moment.

Her lips peeled back in a sneer as she looked at him. She was done pretending. At first she had been so afraid to lose him, now she could think only of how she resented him. How he'd kept her from doing her duty and kept her from holding to her promise to the man who showed her what the biggest threat to her galaxy truly was. She wasn't the woman he'd met on Endar Spire any longer, and she intended to make that clear to him, "No, you're wrong. This is exactly who I am."

Carth's eyes narrowed and it was quite obvious to her that he was trying not to be angry with her, to stay the level-headed one so that they could work through this. "You said yourself that you weren't Revan any longer," he reminded her the strain in his voice quite clear.

She laughed, a bitter and self-deprecating sound before she informed him in the coldest tone she could manage, "Those were words spoken out of ignorance. I can remember almost everything now. What I did, why I did it."

This time anger did enter his tone, "You regret nothing now? Is that it?"

A cruel smile curved her lips. She knew he was thinking of Telos, but she wouldn't tell him that what happened wasn't under her order. That Malak had lost his jaw for his disobedience. She didn't want him to come after her, and hopefully hatred would be enough. She would give him an honest answer, however, "I regret that I did not kill Malak the first time he went against me. He allowed the Star Forge to corrupt his mind and lost sight of our mission. Perhaps he was right in calling me soft. If I hadn't gone easy on him and spared his life he would of never had the chance to betray me; to ruin everything we'd been working towards."

He struggled with that, trying to come up with a response before finally adverting his eyes, "Perhaps I should leave then."

She chuckled at that, but it was a hollow sound. "There's no need. Stay here, make the Republic strong as possible. If I fail, the galaxy will need every ounce of strength you can muster. There's a far greater danger out there than any Dark Lord of the Sith."

And with that she turned and left, grabbing only a cloak on her way out.