Hello people of Fanfiction, and welcome to my own personal Revan story! I have been working this out for about a month now, and I finally managed to put together the first chapter! I will be working on this in a loose schedule, so you can expect a new chapter every two or three weeks. Please review with anything, goodwill messages or criticism, whatever! Enjoy!

DARKEST LIGHT, BRIGHTEST SHADOW

Chapter One

"Carth! Hurry up! HURRY UP!" The blue skinned Twi'lek shouted. The man in question, the pilot of their starship, continued wrenching on his controls.

"Damn it Mission! Shut up!" Carth shouted back. He'd served in the Republic Navy for years, and knew how to fly. He could handle distractions, Revan thought to himself. Regardless, Revan put a firm hand on Mission's shoulder.

"Go back to the hold." Revan ordered the teenager. "Tell everyone to buckle up." Mission looked like she was going to argue, but she did as requested. Revan watched her leave, then took the co-pilot's chair next to Carth. Revan activated the rear imaging, staring almost hypnotically at the exploding space station behind them. A million thoughts ran through his head, mainly questioning how he'd gotten to this place at this moment. He, a fallen Jedi Knight, a redeemed Dark Lord. It seemed like a millennia ago since the start of their mission. Since his name had been Hando Cral. Find the maps. Discover the Star Forge. Defeat Darth Malak. Like it was that easy. He and his team had fought, bled and manipulated their way through half a dozen worlds, thwarting evil and the forces of the Sith at every turn.

He had found the Star Forge. He had defeated Malak. But not before losing . . . Bastila. Bastila, who was his whole world. Yes he had found her again. Yes he had saved her, as she had saved him. But it didn't remove the fact that he had let her fall. And Revan could never forgive himself for that.

"Hey! Buddy! Wake up, I need you to divert power from the weapons!" Carth shouted at him. Revan nodded, following his friend's instructions. Carth had been with him the longest, and Revan trusted him. Most likely a lot more than Carth trusted Revan though, he thought. Needless, Revan flipped through his computer, finding the master controls and diverting all the power from their weapons, flowing it into the engines.

"YES! YES!" Carth laughed maniacally as the ship visibly picked up speed. As the crime lord Davik Kang had boasted, the Ebon Hawk was one of the fastest ships in the galaxy. And in this moment, it better damn be. Otherwise they were all going to burn in the Star Forge's final creation. A massive explosion of emerald energy, expanding outwards at an increasingly fast rate. Since they had evacuated to the Hawk three Republic cruisers had been destroyed by the all-encompassing blast.

"Han! I mean, uh, nevermind! What happened? Who's shouting?" Mission's voice came over the comm.

"We're gonna make it Mission!" Revan shouted joyfully. "We moved power from the weapons to-" Revan was interrupted by the screech of tearing metal. He and Carth shared a fearful look before glancing up at the ceiling of the cockpit. They both stared in fear at the tendrils of green flicking past.

"How is that possible?" Carth nearly roared as he went back to his controls. "We outran it!"

"Apparently not!" Revan shot back, diverting power away from more systems. They had thought they were in the clear, that they had escaped Malak's final revenge. They hadn't. The green energy wave had come back with a vengeance, now nearly engulfing the ship. It was shredding the outer hull, and would soon burst through the inner plating.

Without hesitation, Revan rose from his seat and thrust his arms out towards the canopy. He drew on his strength and on the Force, using it to hold the ship together.

"Carth! Lightspeed! Now!" Revan ordered.

"I'm trying." The Republic veteran shot back. He was trying, flying through the stations, activating systems and trying to charge the hyperdrive. Carth reached under one of the substations and pulled open a panel. He reached in, grunting as he felt around. When he found what he wanted, Carth tore it out. In his hand was a small device, with several wires going into it.

"What, huh, what is that?" Revan grunted. He was sweating with the effort of holding together the ship, and could barely see Carth's bright orange jacket, much less the device.

"It's a power filter." Carth explained as he hurried to his seat. "It's meant to stop any systems from overloading. It was holding back the hyperdrive charge time, to keep it within safe parameters." Carth spoke hurriedly, moving over the controls. "Without it, we can jump in . . . thirteen seconds!"

"Carth." Revan groaned. "I can't hold it."

"I got it." Carth hit the comms. "Bastila! Bring Juhani and Jolee up here! Revan needs help!" Sure enough, Revan's love appeared like the angel she was, bringing the two other Jedi on the ship with her. When they saw what Revan was doing, and sensed his exertion, they didn't even stop to speak. Bastila took the lead, moving fluidly in her black robes. She took her place next to Revan and added her strength to his own, helping him heave the inner plates of the Ebon Hawk together. Old Jolee and feline Juhani followed her lead, taking places behind the two more powerful Jedi. Carth stared in awe as the four Jedi held the ship together through the powerful energy blast. Then it all went to hell.

A blast hit the ship, rocking it back and forth violently. Juhani, occupied with her work, was thrown down the corridor against a bulkhead. She slammed into the metal hard and fell to the ground, unconscious.

"Carth! Now!" Revan roared. Carth flung himself backwards as the ship shook, crawling towards the controls. As the emerald flames overtook the canopy, he slammed his fist down on the hyperdrive. Carth let out a whoop of joy as he saw the stars turn into beams of light, and twisted around to see Revan and his compatriots. But before he could, a massive crushing feeling overtook him, and Carth Onasi's vision faded to black. As it did, Carth's only thought was that he would finally see his wife again.

The same event was happening across the ship. In the cargo hold, the great Wookie Zaalbar held Mission, his best friend. He held her as she whimpered, the darkness overtaking them both. Canderous Ordo, mighty Mandalorian warrior, roared in pain as what felt like a dozen atmospheres of pressures crashed down on his massive frame, smashing him to the ground. Canderous tried to rise, but soon found his strength gone. Without it, the warrior crumpled into oblivion.

In the lounge, the droids weren't faring much better. As machines, they had no consciousness to lose. Yet somehow, the event affected them as well. T3-M4, a small but loyal astromech found his circuits sparking inside his casing, shorting out his primary functions and sending the little droid into shutdown. Across from him, the rust coloured HK-47 found his espionage protocols acting against him, attacking his own systems. Soon after, the intimidating assassin droid found himself little more than a paperweight.

In the cockpit, Revan watched through layers of sweat as Carth collapsed. He desperately wanted to help his friend, but Revan knew if he moved an inch his strength would give out and the ship would implode. He couldn't allow that. He stoically held on as Jolee simply folded in from the pressure, sliding out of the cockpit. He watched as some unseen force wrenched both his and Bastila's lightsabers away. He held as the pain wracked his body, feeling like he was under the entirety of Manaan's ocean. But he couldn't hold when Bastila shrieked in pain, grasping at her chest. Revan lost his focus and turned to help his love as she collapsed. In that moment, he fell. As Revan wrapped his arms around Bastila and hugged her close, the pressure surged past his mental and physical defences. It crushed down on them, sending both the Lord and the Padawan into the dark. As such, neither were awake to see the Ebon Hawk leave hyperspace into the atmosphere of a large planet, completely covered in a massive city. Neither were awake to see the large, knife-shaped battleships in orbit, sending hundreds of fighters and ships to the surface. Neither were awake to see a very familiar spired structure burning below them.

Since his birth, Captain Cor, ID'd as CT-5765, had been taught one thing: Obey the Republic. He had done so his entire life. He had trained to fight for it. He had lost friends for it. He had shed blood, both his own and that of others for it. He was utterly loyal to the Republic, and had fought for them for the last three years. If he had his way, he'd continue to fight for the Republic until his dying breath.

It was that loyalty that saw him to join the strike force laying siege to the Jedi Temple. It was fitting, Cor thought to himself. The Jedi betrayed everything they stood for, and soon all they stood for would be reduced to ash and bones. Cor had been ordered by Darth Vader, the new Supreme Commander, to hold the main landing bay of the Temple whilst Vader's personal 501st Legion took the rest. So far Cor had only lost three men, all of them too a screaming little girl swinging her lightsaber wildly. Cor had put her down himself. Now he stood on the threshold, watching as a mildly Corellian shaped rust coloured freighter fell out of Coruscant's orbit.

"Sir!" One of Cor's techs ran up.

"What is it Corporal?" Cor turned to face the softshell.

"We did a preliminary scan. That ship has some major energy damage, but it wasn't fired upon by any of the Venators in orbit sir."

"Anything else?"

"Yes sir. It's trajectory indicates it's heading towards the Temple. Specifically the east wing, where Lord Vader is occupied with a few Generals-"

"Not Generals!" Cor interrupted the tech vehemently. "They lost that title when they betrayed the Republic."

"Yes sir." The tech hung his head. "Based on the energy readings on that ship, if it crashes it could do catastrophic damage to the east wing, and could kill Lord Vader."

Damnit! Cor thought. Lord Vader was the only good thing to come out of this temple! He couldn't just let him die! Unless . . .

"Corporal. Do we have control of the hangar tractor beams?"

"Yes sir, we do." The tech answered.

"Good." Cor smiled under his helmet. "Send a warning to Lord Vader. I want him to know what's coming if we fail." Cor waited for the tech to relay the instructions to the comm officer before he continued. "Activate the tractor beam and pull the ship safely into the hangar. I want to know exactly who they are, and how they got past the blockade."

"Yes sir!" The tech snapped a salute and rushed off to his station. Cor turned back to his armed men.

"Form up!" He shouted. "The moment that ship touches down, we're busting in! Kill those who resist, take those who don't prisoner. I want them able to speak."

"Sir yes sir!" His men chanted. Satisfied, Cor looked back up the sky. He watched as the freighter plunged ever closer to the surface. Cor felt a moment of fear when the tractor beam didn't activate, but he was relieved when he heard the whine of the machine activate.

Slowly, the freighter shifted it's course away from the Temple's east wing towards the main hangar. Cor smiled, relieved. He had just saved one of the Republic's greatest heroes from a fiery doom! He waited as his techs guided the ship into the hangar, setting it down gently.

"Alright! Let's move!" Cor shouted to his men. He waved forwards his best slicer, a corporal who'd been with him since the beginning of the Clone Wars. While the rest of Cor's company trained their weapons on the ship, the slicer rushed towards where the ships gangplank would come out. He took out his datapad and plugged it into the ship as Cor walked closer. Cor stepped next to the slicer, out of the way of the ship's doors. Something was wrong.

"What is it?" Cor asked his man.

"I can't get into the ship's systems!" The slicer replied, sounding panicked.

"They're that good?" Cor asked, surprised.

"No! The systems are ancient!" The slicer shrugged. "My tech can't even connect, much less hack it." Cor nodded his understanding and waved to his two strongest men, both in demolitions. They sprinted forwards, making it to Cor and the slicer in a few seconds.

"Yes sir?" They asked simultaneously.

"Grenade." Cor held out a hand. One of the troopers instantly went to his belt, detaching one of his thermal detonators and handing it to his commander. Cor fiddled with the device, taking it's power down from destructive to a simple three inch spark. Cor attached the grenade to the ship's closed gangplank and activated it.

"Back up!" Cor ordered the slicer. The demo troopers were already several feet away. Cor and the slicer hurried towards them and waited the customary five seconds. Sure enough, the detonator detonated. It sparked and fizzled in a small radius, but it did what Cor wanted. He and his men marched back to the ship and saw that, while it hadn't damaged the ship, the detonator had shorted out the 'ancient' locking mechanism. The gangplank was held up through simple magnetics now, which could easily be broken through brute force. Cor reached up, and the demo troopers followed suit.

"One, two, three!" Cor counted. On three, the three clones heaved down, slamming the gangplank to the hangar floor. Ready for this, another five troopers rushed towards the entrance, filing in past Cor. Once all five had passed him Cor took out his pistol and followed them in. His men had already set up a perimeter, two on each entrance. There were three ways to go, to the left down a hallway, straight into what looked like a cargo bay, and right into a lounge. Cor's fifth man emerged from the right and shook his head.

"Looks like quarters sir." He reported. "Unoccupied." Cor nodded to the trooper, but his eyes were on the cargo bay. Laying sprawled across the floor were three bodies. A small blue-skinned Twi'lek female laying on top of a tall, hairy Wookie, and a large, grey haired human male wearing an archaic form of armour.

"Check them." Cor ordered. The two troopers positioned at the bay entrance moved forwards. The one on the left moved towards the human male, rolling the big guy over and checking for a breathing or a pulse. The trooper on the right walked over to the Twi'lek and the Wookie, putting a hand on the girl's neck and the Wookie's chest.

"Both alive sir." He reported. "Sounding pretty healthy."

"Grandpa too sir." The other trooper added. Cor couldn't figure out why they were unconscious. The ship had simply appeared in Coruscant's atmosphere, plummeting towards the Temple. Whatever happened in here had to have occurred wherever they came from.

"Take them outside." Cor ordered the troopers in the cargo bay. "You help them." He motioned to the trooper who'd gone into the quarters. "You two with me." Cor pointed to the two troopers watching the lounge. They stood up straight, waiting as Cor went passed them. As he did they spun on their heels, flanking him into the lounge.

The first thing Cor noticed was the droids. Two of them, to be exact. A small silver astromech and a taller, humanoid droid coloured the same as the ship, armed with a heavy rifle. Cor moved closer to examine them, and noticed smoke rising out of their armour plating.

"They've been shorted out." One of his men said in realization.

"Three unconscious crew members and two deactivated droids. What the hell happened here?" The other trooper asked.

"We're going to find out." Cor said sternly. He bent down to examine the astromech and noticed something in a hallway a few feet away. An arm. Cor jumped to his feet and rushed over. Sure enough, two more crew members lay unconscious. Another old human male, this one bald with ebony skin. Past him, slumped against one of the corridor's metal plates was an alien woman. She appeared feline, but Cor couldn't put a finger on which species she was. They both wore brown, form-fitting robes that absolutely screamed Jedi. He quickly checked their pulses, both relieved and disappointed that both were alive.

"Should we take them out sir?" One of the troopers asked.

"No. Let's see who else's on this ship." Cor said, rising to his feet. He activated his comm and relayed orders to his men to take the alien and the old man out. Cor and his men moved away from the hallway, exploring the rest of the ship. There were no other crew members or droids in any other room, which only left the cockpit. Cor and his men moved quickly back through the ship to where they found the two unconscious crew members. They moved forwards, passing by a small empty room full of computers. Next they came to the cockpit. Three bodies were inside. Cor and his men checked them all and sure enough, all were breathing. Cor examined them more closely afterwards. A dark haired human male, most likely in his late thirties, was strapped into the pilot's seat. He wore black pilot's leggings and a bright orange flight jacket, so Cor assumed he was trained. Slumped against the left wall of the cockpit was another human male and a human female. The male was nondescript, as were his clothes. His face was strong, with a thin beard growing on his jaw. His hair was a blackish brown and hung down the back of his head, about to the nape of his neck. He wasn't big, he wasn't small, but his outline made him look very well muscled. His clothes were robes, but nothing like any Jedi clothing Cor had seen. They were long, going down to the man's feet but open at the front around the legs to allow movement. It was entirely coloured like sand, excluding a brown breastplate and the . . . gloves? No, they were gauntlets. Cor leaned to the left and saw a bundled hood behind the man's head. Despite it's strange appearance, the robe was so simple one could overlook it easily. When Cor stopped examining the man and looked at the woman, he was struck by two things. The first was the woman's exquisite, almost delicate beauty. The second was how completely opposite she was to the man whose arm's she was wrapped in. The woman also had long brown hair, but it was tied back into a cross between a ponytail and a bun. Her robes were intricate, coloured black and dark grey. There were several armoured areas, mainly the shins and forearms. Her face was calm, like she was sleeping instead of in the strange coma the entire crew was in. To Cor it looked as if a master sculpture from Serenno or Alderaan had spent their life creating the woman's features. Cor must have been staring too long, as one of his troopers coughed uncomfortably.

"Sir, we should bring these three out to the hangar." The trooper mumbled. Cor shook himself out of his reverie and stood.

"Alright trooper. Take the pilot. Clipper, you take him." Cor gestured to the nondescript male. "I'll take her." Cor bent down again, removing the woman from the man's arms. His men nodded, heaving the men onto their shoulders and moving out. Cor moved more slowly, cradling the woman like a child. He hadn't been with a woman since he'd fucked an extremely grateful Twi'lek during the Liberation of Ryloth, and this woman was stoking his fires. Maybe he could take a while in the ship without his men . . .

"No!" Cor hissed at himself. What was he thinking? He was a soldier of the Republic, not some criminal rapist! Why had he even thought that way? Cor promised to pull that information out of the woman, one way or another. Cor hurried out of the ship. He came out to find his men standing over the crew, all of the crew members put into a kneeling position. The droids had been set to the side, still in shutdown. Cor moved to the end of the row and gently set the woman down in between the nondescript man and the feline woman.

"Keep searching the ship. Did you find any identification?" Cor asked his men. One of his men ran back into the ship while the slicer moved towards Cor.

"No sir. There were no licenses, papers or cards on any one them. We can't access the droids either, which I should be able to." The slicer looked at his feet as he said this. "Something's locking me out."

"We'll crack them open, see what it is." Cor said. "What about the ship's logs?"

"Completely wiped sir."

"What about refuelling?"

"Sir. The ship's data is completely wiped." The slicer put emphasis on his words.

"Everything?" Cor gaped under his helmet.

"Yes sir. No history, no refuelling, no destinations, no star maps, no flight patterns. Everything is gone." Cor looked back at the mystery ship. "It's like the ship doesn't exist.

"Was there a name anywhere it?" Cor asked. The slicer shook his head. Cor leaned back, thinking. A ship that doesn't exist, filled with an unconscious crew. Something was very wrong here.

"Did you scan their faces?" Cor asked suddenly. The slicer nodded.

"Yes sir. My datapad's just filing through all known images and IDs. Lord Vader captured the Jedi library, so we have access to those records as well." The slicer explained. "Shouldn't take much longer."

"Good." Cor nodded. They waited for a few minutes, Cor's men watching the crew for any sign of life. Just as the slicer said, his datapad finished cycling through all known records in another minute after.

"Give it here." Cor ordered as the slicer went to check the data. He handed Cor the datapad instantly and Cor opened up the findings.

"All eight organics have a match, but only one droid has a match." Cor read off out loud. He flipped to the droid first. It wasn't an exact record of the droid in front of him, but it was an overview of the model and maker.

"A T3 model utility droid, built and produced by Duwani Mechanical Products." Cor read. "Last produced -" Cor choked on his words, stunned by what he read.

"What is it sir?" One of his men asked.

"The last time a T3 was made was almost four thousand years ago!" Cor said, astounded. There had to be something wrong, something the slicer had screwed up. Then Cor realized that the organic's records might be wrong as well. He quickly pulled them up, going through each face and reading carefully. Each one was only a few sentences long.

"Carth Onasi, pilot and Republic hero." Cor recited. "Killed in action in the year 31456 PRF." That didn't make sense. PRF stood for Post Republic Founding, which was thirty five thousand years ago! If this man was Carth Onasi, he was not only four thousand years old, he had also died in battle. Panicked, Cor moved on to the next crew member.

"Mission Vao. Republic hero. Killed in action in 31456 PRF."

"Zaalbar, Wookie warrior and Republic hero. Killed in action in 31456 PRF."

"Canderous Ordo, Mandalorian warrior and Republic hero. Killed in action in 31456 PRF."

"Jolee Bindo, former Jedi and Republic hero. Elevated to Jedi Knight post mortem. Killed in action in 31456 PRF."

"Juhani, Jedi Knight and Republic hero. Killed in action in 31456 PRF."

"Bastila Shan, Republic hero. Elevated to Jedi Knight post mortem. Killed in action in 31456 PRF." Cor finally came to the last crew member.

"Revan. Jedi General, former Sith Lord and Republic hero. Elevated to Jedi Master post mortem. Killed in action in 31456 PRF."

Cor backed away from the unconscious crew members, taking in the incredulity of the situation. Slowly, he felt laughter bubble out of his throat.

"Sir?" One of his men asked. Cor waved his hand dismissively as he swallowed the rest of his laughter.

"Whomever the people are, they are skilled at changing faces. The datapad had no other options for them, stating who they were with 'one hundred percent accuracy'." Cor paused. "Whoever sent them has funds, enough to make a ghost ship and perfect replicas of dead heroes." Cor felt his skin crawl as he called dead Jedi 'heroes', but he shook it off. Revan, Shan, Bindo and Juhani had died thousands of years ago. They were clearly not part of the current Jedi Council's conspiracy, and they never would be. They deserved respect, not to be impersonated by fools. Cor looked to his men.

"When they wake up, I want them isolated. I want to know who they actually are, who they work for and why they're here." Cor spoke loudly and quickly. "Understood?"

"Sir yes sir!" Cor's men echoed each other. Cor took a single step forwards, meaning to take the nondescript man, the one impersonating General Revan, when a loud booming sound echoed through the hangar. It went on for a few seconds, then ended with a roar. As the roar cut off, the nondescript man flung his head back and opened his mouth in a silent scream. His eyes shot open as well, rolling up into his head. Cor jumped back and went for his pistol. He drew it out and pointed it at the man's head. The man started shaking, convulsing so hard four Cor's men had to grab him to hold him still.

"Enough!" Cor ordered. Surprisingly, the man stopped shaking. Cor's men still held him, ready for another fit. The man didn't shake though. Slowly and surely, he straightened his back and raised his head to look at Cor. Cor was struck by the intensity that the man's stormy grey eyes held. Cor realized he was still pointing his blaster at the man's head, and quickly holstered it.

"Take him away." Cor ordered his men. "Isolate them. I want two men per prisoner." Yes, Cor decided. They weren't crew now. They were prisoners, on some diabolical mission. The troopers heaved the man up to his feet and tried to push him away. The man wouldn't move though, and he shoved back at the troopers holding him.

"No!" He roared as he watched Cor's men take the woman in black robes. "Let her go!"

"No." Cor grunted. He grabbed a blaster from one of his men, marched up to the man and cracked him in the mouth with the blaster. The man took the hit and twisted his head to the side. He looked back and glared at Cor with such anger that the clone captain flinched and stepped back.

"Do you know what they call me?" The man asked quietly. Cor's blood chilled as he heard the man speak. Only the two troopers holding the man could hear him as well, as the rest of Cor's men had dispersed with the rest of the prisoners. Cor stared hard at the man, hoping he couldn't smell the fear behind the T-visor.

"Sir!" A voice shouted from behind him. Cor spun on his heel and saw the man he'd sent back into the ship come running out, his arms full of rods.

"They're Jedi!" The clone shouted, and Cor realized they weren't rods. They were lightsabers.

"Shoot him!" Cor shouted, spinning back around. He raised his borrowed blaster to shoot the man, and caught a glimpse of the man himself twisting out of the corner of his eye. Then Cor was flying, shooting away from the man. He slammed into the ship, falling onto the gangplank and sliding to the hangar floor. Cor's vision was blurry and his body ached but he still managed to rise. When he got his feet under him, he scanned the room.

"Shit." Cor swore as he stared up at the nondescript man standing directly in front of him. He held a lightsaber in each hand, both of them pointed at Cor's chest.

"They call me the Lord of Revenge." The man said quietly, almost whispering. Then he thumbed both lightsabers on. Cor could only gurgle as two blades of energy pierced his armour before everything went dark.

So, for those who have read my stories before, you may notice I tend to give a lot of characters grey eyes. I have a good reason for this! Reasons, actually. Firstly, grey eyes look cool. Secondly, there is a horoscope type explanation for people with grey eyes, saying they are dominant and natural leaders, as well as the best at whatever they choose to do. So yeah, that's my reason for grey eye-mania. See you next chapter!