Prologue

Darth Malak stood on the bridge of the Leviathan, a sternness creeping into his eyes as he gazed out into the emptiness of space. Reaching out with the force, he seemed to listen as the galaxy continued to live on, however, as death echoed back to him he felt the sting of her absence. Revan's absence.

It had been many years now since he had last seen his old mentor . . . lost lover. . . once friend. It had been many years since he had ordered her death, and with each passing year he felt his power grow, along with his emptiness...

He missed her.

Even so, he would never go back and change the events of what had occurred, for they made him into the very creature he was today. A man who would rule the galaxy, and see both the Republic and Jedi Code in shambles. It disgusted him how they clung to their pathetic hope, and before the end he would take that too. Everything they were, everything they could be was his: He owned them.

"Can't sleep, Lord Malak?"

Behind him Saul Karath bowed. A perfect graceful motion that heeded to Malak's power, and how Karath embraced it. The Admiral knew his place well, there wasn't a doubt in the Dark Lords mind about that. Still, as he turned and looked upon the kneeling man, Malak could not help but feel a stir of regret within in the man. Regret, but why?

"No," Malak answered, then motioned for the man to rise. "It seems that even in death, Revan still chooses to stalk me in my dreams."

Karath was surprised at the Dark Lords words, but hid it well. "I see, Lord Malak."

Turning back to the dark of space, the Dark Lord spoke again. "Have you found the young, jedi Bastila yet, Admiral Karath?"

"Yes, my Lord, it seems she now resides on the ship the Endar Spire."

"How long?" The Dark Lord asked simply.

"We will be caught up with them within a few hours, then we may begin our assault. It is but a single Republic ship, so it should put up little resistence. It seems they were hoping to go unnoticed."

"Good. Now leave me," The Dark Lord said with a wave of his hand.

Stepping backwards, the Admiral did not turn his back on the Sith Lord until he was well out of the man's sight. Only then did he turn to commence with giving orders to chasing down the Endar Spire, and the elusive Bastila Shan.

WARNING...

Do not sue. Boom Boom does make any profit from writing this fic ((Although she could in fact use the extra cash.)) Therefore taking legal action would be unnessicary. All the charcters, places, and ideas belong to George Lucas, Lucas Arts, and Bioware...

Luckies.

-- Boom Boom