Author's note: I decided to write this as a Revan origin story. It will hopefully lead past the Mandalorian War. Please comment and offer suggestions, advice or praise
Prologue
Kreia wasn't quite sure what she was looking for, but the force had pulled her here from Dantooine and she had to know what was so special about this place. It was a small village on a small planet in the Outer Rim and was on the very fringe of the Republic. The simple huts were made of wood and scrap pieces Durasteel. A pickpocket had just attempted to take the money out of an old woman's bag when he felt the urge to turn his life around. Kreia smiled before she suddenly felt a massive presence in the Force. A small child no older than 4 standard years walked into the shabbiest of the huts. Could this truly be the source of all that power? She stopped a nearby old man and asked, "Who is that boy?"
"You mean Revan?" said the old man with a sneer as he rubbed his cracked glasses with a greasy rag.
Kreia sensed and heard the animosity in the man. "What's his full name?"
"That IS his full name, his father left the day he was born and his mother died when he was two. The little wretch has been living on the scraps of others. He's like a parasite," the short old man spat.
"Why do you speak of him so poorly?" said Kreia
"If your parents don't care enough about you to give you their last name, then you aren't worth nothing." The old man sneered again and attempted to bump into Kreia but she sidestepped and he simply fell to the ground, looking back with his apparently trademarked sneer.
Kreia walked over to the hut. It was as flimsy as flimsi and offered no protection from an of the elements. The sun beat down through the thinly thatched roof. The frame was being held together by threads and the sheets of wood that had more holes and mold in them than they did wood. The only metal on the building was the rusted and cracked makeshift door. Before she could knock on the "door" a small but strong voice from within said, "Who are you and what do you want?"
"I'm a friend and I want to help you," she said as she used the Force to show him the truth of her words. Hearing no reply, she opened the door and saw the child aiming a Czerka Blaster Pistol toward her. She tried to Force pull it from the young Revan but was unable. The child fired the instant she used the Force. Kreia was just able to duck to the left after being surprised by the child's reflexes. The blast sailed harmlessly past her right shoulder and into the door, cracking it and causing it to shatter into several large pieces. There was fear in the young orphan but there was no doubting his affinity for the Force nor was there any doubt in his potential destiny. It seemed to emanate from him in waves. She yanked the pistol from the slightly startled child with the Force and said, "You have a rare gift, that I and the rest of the Jedi Order can help you achieve your full potential. All you have to do is come with me and leave this place behind."
Revan grabbed a small pack, and said in a much more self-assured and confident voice., "I knew you were coming and I've already packed, now let's go." He started out the hole where the door used to be and then turned to say, "You're lucky. If I hadn't aimed to the right, you might have been in trouble." Kreia followed him out the door. She then realized he had been faking that insecurity and nervousness. He had let her take his blaster. This child was gifted, Kreia was sure about that point in particular.