Prologue
Disclaimer: Star wars and all related content belongs to Lucasart and ultimately George Lucas, I'm just putting a slight twist to the story.
Dantooine 12:34 local time
Bastila stared at the body floating in the kolto tank. She truly was a mystery. The being in front of her was none other than the Dark Lord of the Sith, Revan herself, but she didn't look like the typical Sith. Most Sith were corrupted by the Dark Side. Their skin was cracked, and their eyes looked dead, but Revan's skin was marred only by countless scars from battle. Even unconscious, Revan's body wasn't even emanating any darkness through the Force. She just... existed.
Master Zhar entered the medical station, and saw Bastila had not moved since he came in here last time. "Padawan Bastila." He acknowledged her. "I sense much tension in you. What is it you are thinking about?"
Bastila stared at the body a few more seconds before turning to face the Jedi master. "I was wondering what the council was going to do to Revan, they can't just kill her, can they?"
Zhar sighed. "I know your orders were to capture her alive, but she may be too dangerous to keep alive. The Jedi council has decided to take her off the kolto treatment. If she survives, they will call it the will of the Force, and come up with a new plan."
"What?" Bastila radiated frustration, and even a little hatred. "I risked my life to capture Revan alive, and the council wants to kill her anyway? Where's the sense in that?"
"I understand you may be upset, but the other masters are wise. We can not risk her assuming the mantle of the Dark Lord of the Sith again. Revan's military tactics have been destroying the Republic. Malak has always been a brute, but we have a better chance fighting a war against him. I'm sorry Bastila, she was my best student, and she will be missed, but there is nothing we can do."
Predictably, Bastila argued. She was always so hot headed. "Can't the council do anything? Maybe strip her of the Force?"
Zhar shook his head. "I'm sorry Bastila. Now, Master Vrook wanted you to report to the training grounds. I believe he wanted to talk to you about your progress in the ways of the Force."
Bastila bowed, and spared one last look at the body suspended in the kolto before leaving.
Zhar counted to ten before he walked up to the woman in the kolto tank. She had been like a daughter to him, and what he was going to do should be punishable by death. It was immoral, but if the council deemed it appropriate... who was he to disagree with the wisdom of the Masters?
Zhar placed his hand on the glass, and typed the emergency drain on the tank.
Dantooine 22:06 local time
When Revan had refused to die, the Council had been forced into action. It was against the Jedi Code to kill Revan, but it wasn't against the Code to let him die. Of course, she had not died, and the council had been forced into action, but their ideas were insane, and possibly impossible.
The Jedi council entered the medical bay at the same time. Master Zhar was already hard at work on his patient.
"Masters." Zhar acknowledged them. "Are you sure this is possible?" He asked, voicing his own doubts.
"Anything is possible were the Force is involved." Vrook chastised, as always, he was wearing his seemingly permanent frown.
"Of course master Vrook, but something so extensive has never been attempted before." Zhar frowned.
"Much truth does Master Zhar speak with. Careful we must be, lest damage Revan's mind we do." Master Vandar added.
Dorak inspected the barely clothed body on the table in front of them. "Master Zhar, we have come up with an appropriate cover. She was born on Deralia in the outer rim, but instead of growing up as a farmer, she became a smuggler, and never stayed in one system long enough to make any lasting relationships."
Vrook frowned at the mention of her being a smuggler, and for once, Zhar was compelled to agree. "A smuggler master Dorak? Wont that encourage her to follow the Dark Side if she ever regains control over the Force?"
"It is possible," Dorak conceded. "but the hope is the Force will remain dormant in her. And we need to make sure she doesn't have any connections in the galaxy. That way, she will not be confused when she finds they never existed. Of course, we can give her an appropriate childhood on Deralia, because it is unlikely she will ever go to that system."
"Agreed with this plan we have. Capable of doing this, are you, master Zhar?" Vandar asked.
"If the Force wills it, and you allow me to direct the Force through you, I may be able to do as you ask masters."
Zhar calmed his mind, and pushed the seeds of doubt from his mind. Each of the other masters fell into a calming trance, and allowed Zhar to take control of their Force abilities momentarily.
Zhar placed his hand on his old apprentice's forehead, and willed thoughts of a farming planet into her head, and moved on to thoughts of smuggling, and daring escapes from the police force of various planets. When he had finished programing her preliminary memories, Zhar went on to wipe away any trace of the Force in her. It was possible she could rekindle a connection to the Force, but it was unlikely.
Finally, master Zhar relinquished the other master's Force powers back to them, and inspected his handiwork. Revan, now Kira Inado, was thrashing in her sleep, but was otherwise unharmed. Zhar dreaded the many sessions they were sure to have in the future, but he had started in creating a new identity for the Dark Lord of the Sith. With any luck, Revan would be dead in a few days. Revan was about to die, but Kira was about to be born.
Three Days Later Dantooine 21:04 local time
Kira opened her eyes, and felt the familiar sting of the thick Kolto lap at her eyes. Rage filled her as she felt her mind go through her memories. They seemed there, but something was wrong about them, as if someone else had been born on Deralia, not her.
A medical droid walked over to her tank and began tto drain the liquid. Kira ripped the oxygen mask from her face, and stared at the droid, trying to melt a hole in it. She had no idea why, but the anger in her continued to bubble inside her.
The droids calm voice only served to further agrivate her. "Please wait here, I will summon the Jedi council."
Kira regarded the droid carefully. The last thing she remembered was making a spice run from Kessal. If the Jedi knew about that, they wouldn't be too happy. No, she had to get out before the Jedi knew she was awake. "Oh, don't you worry about that. You know, I suspect they are expecting me at the council chambers now that I'm awake, I'll go talk to them."
The droid didn't even seem to consider that a possibility. "Error, error. Patient: unknown, you are not to be seen by any other personel at this facility. I must ask you to remain calm as I contact the Jedi Council."
"Like hell I am." She muttered. The droid didn't have any weapons, but it was mead of metal, and she had no idea how long she had been floating in the Kolto tank, ot if her muscles would do what she told them to do. One way to find out.
"Error, I am authorized to sedate patients if they refuse to comply. Please stand down, Patient: unknown." Kira didn't hesitate as she jumped at the droid, ripping out the wires from it's neck. It would put the droid into a temporary shut down state before its secondary cortex kicked in, but should buy her enough time to find a way out of the facility.
Kira walked out of the medbay and into a corridor, and tried to be as modest as she could in a revealing, tight fitting undergarments, such as the one she was wearing. She smiled coyly at the medical staff she passed, but tried to remain as inconspicuous as possible.
Apparently, half naked woman are not inconspisuous. "Ma'am!" Two guards, each armed with a blaster pistol and vibrosword walked up to her. "Ma'am, do you know where you are going."
Maybe they could help her? "Yes, I was just released from medbay a little while ago. The doctor was going to walk me out, but one of his patients went critical, so he gave me instructions, and now I'm lost."
One of the guards looked at his companion, and shook his head. Frak, she must still smell of Kolto, all patients were showered down before being released, and most were given more that two rags as clothes.
The second guard nodded his head. "Ma'am if you would come with us. The Jedi seemed rather jumpy recently. Might as well make our jobs eaier, and help put their minds at rest, please?"
Damn damn damn shit damn. "Uhh, o-oh. OK."
Both guards looked her up and down, one of them kept his eyes glued to her chest, but eventullay turned around, and motioned for her to follow.
Kira scrutanized their armor. Basic comabt weave, a blaster shot or vibrosword to the stomach should kill them. Without a weapon, she would have to differ to hand-to-hand. The armor provided no neck support, so she could snap the first man's neck. Grab his weapon, and kill the other. A simple plan, then she could find a way out of this facility, and off this rock. She could deal with the how once these men were dealt with.
It slightly unnerved her how natural it felt to murder like this, but figured it was just a side effect of being in the Kolto. Who knew how long she had been suspended in there?
Kira grabbed the closest guard with her elbow, and snapped his neck over her knee, as she grabbed his pistol with her free hand. The second guard was untrained, and stared at her in horror as she killed his partner. He stared to draw his weapon, but she was faster. Kira rushed in and placed the muzzled of her blaster to his gut, and fired. The man yelled, but she muffled the sound by forcing his head to her shoulder. Damn, he's not dying fast enough! She fired three quick shots before he finally fell the the floor limply.
Kira looted the smaller mans comabt armor, with four unfortunate holes in it, and secured a blaster pistol to her hip, and the vibrosword to her back.
While smugglers didn't have the best reputation, the war against the Sith was not favoring the Republic. Maybe they would be desperate enough to take a conscript with as shady a background as her. It was a longshot, but it was one of the few options she had left.
Kira finally burst out from the medical facility, and ran through the night, until she found the Republic Recruiting center.
The next day, Kira Inado was signed on with the Republic, and was assigned to the Endar Spire.
One Day Later Dantooine 8:21
Master Vrook scowled at the other Jedi masters. The dark lord of the sith was still alive, and they had set her loose on a fragile galaxy.
Master Vandar sighed patiently, but Vrook could wear down even as long a lived species as Vandar. "The will of the Force, this may be. Regained her memories, Revan has not; dead, Revan is, to the galaxy. Only Kira Inado remains."
Master Dorak, ever the mediator finally spoke. "We should keep an eye out for Kira. While the Force seems to be working with us, the winds of change can be abrupt indeed. Especially where the dark side is involved. We must proceed with caution, but if we play our cards right, Kira may lead us to whatever it is that gives the Sith army its strength."
Vrooks scowl deepend. "Are you suggesting we give Revan her momories back?" He demanded.
Master Zhar shook his head feverently, sending his head tail spining wildly. "No we are not, but it may not be up to us. The Force works in mysterious ways, and who knows, Revan may willingly return to the light, and stop the darkness of the Sith."
Vandar interupted before a fight could errupt between the calm and honorable Jedi masters. "Vrook. Tell your padawan Bastila: acompony the military vessul, the Endar Spire, she will. Practice for her Battle Meditation, it will be."
The other Jedi masters took the hint that the meeting was ajourned, and the subject closed. Vrook bowed, but was still frowning. "Yes master Vandar, I will inform her immediately."
The other masters waited until Vrook had left the room before talking amongst themselves. "Vrook will never forgive Revan for what she did to him." Master Zhar sighed.
Dorak nodded sadly. "Yes, I am worried anger and fear are clowding his judgement."
"Agreed it is. Master Vrook we must watch, if he is to stay on the path of light."
The Jedi masters made a silent oath, and went their seperate ways.
This was just the Prologue, most of my chapters will be about twice as long as this one. Alrighty, remember to review, and constructive criticism is more than welcome, however, you are more than welcome to fatten my ego with flattery. *Awaiting a response*