A/N: This is my first fanfic, please R&R and be honest: D. Also any words in italics are Revan's flashbacks to when he purged Korriban of Sith after the Battle of Rakata Prime. If you have no idea what the plot is, search Wookieepedia, then search Wookieepedia for Darth Revan. It's great database about all thing star wars.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this chapter and the story is based on Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic.

Memories

Revan lightly ran his fingers over the workbench. He had so many memories. He remembered the nights he had spent hunched over the workbench, modifying his lightsaber. He felt for the weapon, and found it buckled onto his belt, as it always was.

In one fluid movement, he drew the weapon and activated it. The pure blue blade was singing with energy, vibrant, alive, ready. Revan gave a shout and his lightsaber crashed through an enemy. Another, another. Slashing through the air, the same way it had been when he had cut down his foes. So many foes. He had killed by the hundreds, the thousands. And he had not a scar to show for it. He remembered the faces. Calo Nord, Chuundar the Wookiee, Darth Bandon, Saul Karath, Uthar Wynn... and Malak. He relived the time he had in the past three weeks, on Korriban, removing the threat of the Sith from Republic space. The blade intricately weaved in and out of the bodies of all his greatest enemies. And then their bodies lay around him, just as they had when he had killed them in real life...

Revan's lightsaber sang through the air and decapitated the first apprentice. Too angry, too eager, thought Revan. The second apprentice was a woman, and she came just as her predecessor had. Screaming battle cries, swinging her red lightsaber, all too ready to claim glory, and kill Revan. Revan calmly readied his lightsaber, raising it vertically, simply, and grimaced as he cut down his attacker.

Revan sheathed his saber and raised it up to his eyes. He was proud of his weapon. It was a long cylinder, with a slight depression which acted as a switch to activate the blade. It was a dark, dark shade of grey, nearly black, and had no fancy power cells or outcrops, just the plain grey hilt and the switch. So many memories, not all of them good ones...

Six bodies lay around Revan, easily dispatched. They had all been confident and sure that they were better than the others. And now they were all dead. Revan sheathed his lightsaber and walked grimly on through the temple. Korriban was a graveyard planet; always had been. It had been a place of death for so many, for so long. And Revan knew that that trend was going to continue. For thousands of years, it would remain the same; long after he was gone...

He slid the lightsaber into its clip on his belt, and swept out of the cargo hold. He paused near the exit of the Ebon Hawk, fastest ship in the galaxy. He had planned to spend a couple more hours alone with his memories. There were worlds of them, in every room, every wire, every panel , every letter of text that had ever appeared on one of the Ebon Hawk's onboard computers, was rich with life. And rich with memories...

Revan clipped his lightsaber to his belt and sent the Force out in a swift, invisible spear, and the concrete barricade crumpled and flew back into the room that it had been blocking. Revan stepped into the room and released two storms of lightning, one from each hand. The two Sith apprentices hiding in the corners were immediately thrown to the floor, writhing with pain. Revan threw his lightsaber to his right, and it gently caressed the neck of the apprentice there, killing him instantly. The blade flew back to Revan with incredible speed, but he didn't even touch his weapon. As it flew towards him, he pushed the lightsaber past his body using the Force. Revan watched as it impaled itself in the chest of the other apprentice. Revan walked through the next doorway, and waiting for him, squatting on the ground with her double-bladed lightsaber already activated, was Darth Aurora.

Revan sighed. His old friend, once Malak, now part of the Force, was not the last Dark Jedi he had killed. He fingered the Cross of Glory hanging from his belt, the highest award the Republic had to offer, awarded to all the Ebon Hawk's crew after the Battle of Rakata Prime. But something was missing, wrong. He knew it. No, the Battle of Rakata Prime and Star Forge had not been his final battle...

"So Revan, you have killed all of my apprentices?"

"With ease, Darth Aurora."

"Well, I assure you that I taught them only the fundamentals of being a Sith. I knew that they would never kill you, but they would slow you down."

"I slew Malak. But surely you already know as much. You were, after all, his secret apprentice. And I can assure you, that he was a much greater fighter than yourself."

"Enough talk, fight me and die, or run away and die."

"You are just like all of your apprentices. Arrogant, overconfident; and it will cost you your life."

"Will you not try to convert me to your Jedi ways? I hear you tried with Bandon."

"You are stronger than him. You are too dark, too corrupted. No, I will not try to convert you."

"Then die, Revan!"

Aurora lunged and spun her weapon with dazzling speed. The battle was brutally short. Revan twirled his own lightsaber once, twice, then stabbed forward and his blue blade plunged deep into the ribcage of Darth Aurora. He withdrew his weapon. Aurora stumbled back, open-mouthed, and shocked.

"Just like all your apprentices. I'm truly sorry to do this to you, my old friend." Said Revan truthfully. He lifted Darth Aurora up into the air with an open palm facing Revan. He was going to crush the vital organs of his opponent using a technique only used by Sith, and only by one Sith so far: Darth Malak.

"Force Crush... But Malak... Jedi can't-"

"I learned a lot from him in our final duel. And unfortunately for you, Jedi can."

And with that, Revan closed his eyes and clenched his fist, extinguishing the life of Darth Aurora. And then Revan walked out and returned through the tunnels and caves of Korriban to the Ebon Hawk, to return to Dantooine. Revan smiled. The Sith were finally gone from Korriban and Republic space. Revan had won everything.

But he planned to turn his back on it all. His entire conquests, all the battles and all the wars, he had won this... He had won freedom and peace and Bastila! They had both declared their love for each other during the killings on and around the Star Forge. He could have everything, and he wanted it. But the Force had other ideas. Revan knew that he could never find peace yet. He could never truly love Bastila until he had completed his journey. Revan strode purposefully away from his old ship.

He decided that he would leave the Ebon Hawk and her crew to peaceful lives, and venture into the Unknown Regions. And leave all these memories behind.