AN: Hey! The name's fanficwriter45, or FFW for short. This is my first Star Wars fic ever. I used to be liljc15, but forgot my password. Those stories are trashed anyways.

Anyways, some info about this fic. I never liked how they introduced Trask and then killed him off. That was just completely stupid. So, I'm going to let him survive. Another thing, Revan remembers everything in this story. Well, almost everything, but you'll have to figure out what it is that he doesn't remember. Or you can just wait until I write that chapter. Also, thoughts will be italicized and underlined, Like this. Bond speak will be bolded italics, "Like this." Flashbacks will just be italicized, like this. Now, without further ado, I present Revan's Quest.

Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic, well except for a copy of the game.

Chapter 1: Aboard the Endar Spire

Kale Kohn had a secret; a secret that even he didn't know. That was until he smacked his head on the durasteel floor.

THUD!

"What the hell! Does someone not know how to pilot a ship?" Kale muttered as he picked himself off the floor. Rubbing his head, he winced in pain. "That's gonna leave a mark."

Just as he stood, Kale froze as visions played before his eyes.

*Flashback*

A young boy stood before four men.

"Padawan Revan, you have passed your trials. On behalf of the Jedi Council, I promote you to the rank of Jedi Knight."

"Thank you, Masters. I will not let you down."

*Flashback*

Revan sat in meditation, letting the force flow through him. It had been three years since he had been made a Jedi Knight. Now, at the age of fifteen, Revan was preparing to take the trials to become a Jedi Master.

His concentration was broken when someone tackled him. "Revan!"

Revan sighed. "Good morning, Bastila. How are you?" he asked. No matter what she did, Revan could never stay mad at the twelve-year old apprentice.

The brunette smiled. "I'm taking my trials today!" the girl squealed in excitement.

He smiled. Bastila had been through the roof when she was told that she would have the chance to become a padawan a month ago. Being her best friend, Revan was glad that she would finally get the chance to prove herself. "That's great, Bas! When are they?"

"In three hours. You can come, right Revan?" Bastila asked, giving her friend the puppy face.

"I can't. Master Zhar and I are gathering crystals for the younglings. They're building their lightsabers tomorrow," he answered.

Bastila felt defeated. Revan had promised that he would be there when she took her trials, and now, he was telling her that he couldn't make it because he was gathering lightsaber crystals for the younglings. "Fine," she said harshly.

Revan groaned. "Bastila, please understand. I know I promised that I would be there, but I had already told Master Zhar I would help him," he reasoned.

"Okay, I guess it's alright that you're ditching me for a bunch of younglings," Bastila teased.

Revan smiled. "I promise I'll make it up to you."

*Flashback*

"WHAT!"

"As I said before," Master Vandar explained, "a force bond has formed between the two of you."

Revan, now eighteen, glanced at the divine creature next to him. Bastila had become a beautiful young woman over the past three years. "But Masters, what about her training?"

Master Zhar smiled. "You will be continuing her training, Revan. The Council has decided to make you a Jedi Master," the Twi'lek explained.

Both teens were shocked by what had happened this morning. First off, the two had confessed their feelings of love to one another, despite knowing it was against the Jedi Code. Secondly, as they were entering the Enclave, they were summoned to the council chamber and informed of a bond forming between them. And now, Revan was taking over Bastila's training.

"Masters, what is the cause of this bond?" Revan asked, hoping that his and Bastila's relationship was unknown.

"We do not know, but suspect it has something to do with how close the two of you are," Master Dorak spoke.

Master Vrook waved them off. "That is all. You may leave now."

Returning to the barracks, Bastila asked, "Do you think they know?"

Sensing the doubt in her, Revan wrapped her in his arms. "Even if they do, there is nothing they can do to separate us. You are my light, Bastila. I love you."

*Flashback*

"What do you mean you're leaving?" Bastila shouted.

Revan sighed. "I just can't sit here and do nothing while the Republic is under attack, Bastila! We are the protectors of the Republic, yet for two years, we have done nothing to aid what we are meant to protect."

"Then let me go with you!" she begged. After confessing their love four years ago, not once had they been apart.

"I can't, Bastila. If you followed, I would worry too much. I need you to stay here, where it's safe. Please, Bas, for me," he pleaded.

"I don't like it, but fine, I'll stay," she reluctantly agreed.

Revan kissed her forehead. "I promise that I will send you a holocron once a month. I'll miss you, Bastila. I love you."

"I love you too, Revan."

*Flashback*

Revan stood on the bridge, observing the battle. His forces were winning, but he didn't care.

"Lord Revan, they have reached the shaft," an Ensign reported.

"Good. Make your way to the Battle Bridge, Ensign, things are going to get messy up here."

"Yes, my lord."

As the Ensign left, Revan thought about the past four years. After joining the Republic in the Mandalorian War, it took four standard months to defeat the Mandalorians. He had then taken half of his forces to pursue them as they fled into the Unknown Region. There, they had found an even greater foe. The True Sith. He had then returned to Republic space to conquer the Republic so it could prepare for the coming invasion.

He was ripped from his thoughts at the sound of the blast doors opening.

"Revan!"

He smiled. After four years, hearing her voice made him feel like everything he had done had been worth it.

Turning around, Revan removed his mask. "Bastila, I've missed you. Tell me, are you still receiving the holocrons I send?"

"What are you talking about? You haven't sent me one in years!" she spat.

"Bastila, I promised that I would send a holocron to you once a month, and I have kept that promise. Not once in four years have I forgotten to send you a holocron," he said, not understanding why she was claiming she hadn't received his messages. It didn't take him very long to figure out the problem.

"Bastila, it's Vrook; he's stealing them to turn you against me," Revan stated, hoping to reason with his love.

"Why would he do such a thing?" she questioned. "Jedi are above that sort of thing."

"He was always against our closeness. Please, Bastila, I love you. I need you."

Bastila couldn't hold back her emotions any longer. She burst into tears and ran to him, longing to be in his arms once again. "Oh, Revan, I'm sorry. I love you too."

The happy reunion was cut short when the ceiling began to cave in. Revan, thinking of only protecting the woman in his arms, pushed her away to safety.

"Revan!"

*End Flashback*

Holding his head, Kale sat down on his bunk. "Someone has alot of explaining to do," he said to himself. He remembered everything. His name wasn't Kale Kohn; it was Revan, Dark Lord of the Sith. He was a hero of the Mandalorian War and savior of the Republic. Now he just had to find Bastila.

He was broken from his musings when a blonde-haired, young man entered the room.

"Good, you're awake."

"Who are you?"

"I'm Trask Ulgo, your bunkmate. You probably don't know who I am since we work opposite shifts," the man explained.

Revan rolled his eyes. "Alright. Can you tell me what's going on here?"

"We're on the Endar Spire. Our mission is to escort the Jedi Bastila Shan..."

"Wait, Bastila's on this ship?"

"No, not anymore. She's in an escape pod, making her way to the planet's surface," Trask answered.

"Hold up. Bastila was on this ship, then she took an escape pod to the planet. Why?" Revan asked, clearly missing something.

"We were attacked by a Sith Interceptor. Most of the crew has already fled, so we need to leave."

Revan nodded, digging through his footlocker. He grabbed a blaster pistol and a short sword, along with a couple of medpacs. After strapping the sword to his back and the blaster to his hip, Revan turned back to Trask. "Let's get this show on the road."

Trask nodded. "Alright, stand back as I open the door. By the way, what's your name?"

"Kale Kohn."

Both comlinks burst to life. "This is Commander Carth Onasi. All hands, report to the bridge. We need to buy Jedi Shan some time."

Leaving the room, the two men ran into a small patrol of Sith Troopers. "Trask, stay here and cover me," Revan ordered his companion as he unsheathed the sword on his back. Trask nodded, turning the safety off on his blaster.

Revan charged the Sith, catching them by surprise. The first one never felt the cold metal as it slashed through skin, muscle, and bone, causing his head to flop to the ground. Sith number two received five blaster shots to the chest before he collapsed.

"Nice shooting, Trask," Revan said, wiping the blood from his blade.

"Thanks."

After cleaning his sword, Revan looted the bodies of the fallen Sith.

"Um, Kale, what are you doing?"

Revan looked at his companion with disbelief. "I'm searching the bodies for anything useful. After fighting on the front lines, you learn fast that any supplies are needed supplies. Dead men don't need them anymore," he explained to the young soldier. Revan cursed, only finding a total of 37 credits. Standing up, he told Trask, "Any corpse, doesn't matter Republic or Sith, you see, search it. We're going to need everything we can get our hands on."

Trask nodded. "Yes, Sir!"

Making their way to the bridge, Revan and Trask ran into several more Sith patrols. Each one was taken down within seconds. Revan had switched out his short sword for a long sword after he had found it while rummaging through random footlocker.

They had come across a Jedi fighting a Dark Jedi. Revan recognized her as one of the younglings he used to help back at the Enclave. She defeated her foe, but perished when an electrical panel exploded and got caught in the blast.

"Damn, we could have used her help," Trask cursed.

Revan rolled his eyes. Not bothering to reply, he inspected her body. He found a repair kit, a medpac, and a vibration cell, along with some credits. When he inspected her lightsaber, Revan swore. "Damn, electrical blast must have short-circuited the damn thing."

Turning to Trask, Revan asked, "How much farther until we get to the bridge?"

"It's just up ahead. I suggest using the swords since there won't be alot of room in there," Trask replied as they moved forward.

Revan turned around, grabbing Trask by the collar. "Don't tell me what to do. I'm not in the greatest of moods right now, and our current situations isn't helping," he growled. "This is how we will do this; I will head in with a sword, while you stay back and pick them off with your blaster. Understood, soldier?"

"Sir, yes, sir!" Trask saluted.

"Good, now let's go." With that, he dropped Trask.

Opening the blast door, Revan saw the last Republic soldier fall. Battle instincts taking over, the ex-dark lord charged into battle. After beheading the nearest Sith, Revan engaged another, this time slashing him across the chest.

Trask, meanwhile, was picking off the the other Sith with well placed blaster shots. Between the two of them, the skirmish lasted less than five minutes.

Trask surveyed the room. "Well, it looks like Bastila got away. We should probably head for the escape pods ourselves," he suggested.

Revan nodded, grabbing a medpac off a fallen soldier. "That's probably a good idea. Now that they know Bastila's not on the ship, they'll have no problem with making it space dust."

Moving towards the door, Revan felt a disturbance in the Force; more specifically in the bond between Him and Bastila. "Shit!"

"What is it?" Trask asked him.

Revan sighed. "Trask, what I'm about to tell you is beyond top secret. I'm a Jedi, well was a Jedi."

"What do you mean, 'was a Jedi?'"

"Kale Kohn doesn't exist. That was just a false personality that the Jedi Council must have installed into my mind after they had wiped my memories."

"Then who are you?"

"My name is Revan, ex-Dark Lord of the Sith."

Trask nearly fainted. Personally, he didn't trust the Jedi Order, but what this man was saying about the Council didn't make sense. Add that to the metaphorical bomb that was just dropped on him, you couldn't blame him if his mind stopped working.

"Why should I believe you? And if you really are Darth Revan, why haven't you killed me yet?"

Revan rolled his eyes as he raised an arm, shooting out a bit of Force Lightning at one of the corpses. "Do you believe me now?"

Trask nodded. "But you still haven't answered my second question."

"Trask, the reason I haven't killed you is that I don't kill without reason. Plus, I wouldn't have made it this far without your help. I promise to tell you everything when we get planetside," Revan explained. "The only thing you need to know right now, is that Bastila and I share a Force Bond. This means we can sense one another through the Force. So if I get a little testy, then something's probably happened to her."

Trask nodded. "Is there something between the two of you?" he asked.

"Yes," Revan stated. "Oh, and Trask, don't do anything stupid. I'm going to need every able-bodied soldier I can get."

"Huh?"

Revan sighed. "I meant don't do anything stupid, like decide to take on a Dark Jedi with only a blaster pistol," he explained.

"Why do you say that?" the soldier asked, completely confused.

"Because there's one in the next room," Revan stated.

Trask's eyes nearly popped out of his skull. "What! How are we going to get past him?" he screamed in fear.

Already not in the best of moods, Revan punched the hysteric man in the face. "Trask, calm down! I need all the grenades we have."

Trask nodded, handing Revan the said items. "What are you going to do with them?" he asked.

Revan surveyed the room, looking for something to hold the grenades together. "I'm going to rig them so that they will all go off at the same time, disposing of our Dark Jedi problem," he explained. "I just need something to hold them together."

Trask nodded, grabbing a pack from one of the fallen soldiers. "Would this work?"

Revan smirked. "Perfect." With that, he got to work.

Finishing his work, Revan turned to Trask. "You might want to find somewhere to take cover, cuz' this thing," he said pointing to bag in his hand, "is gonna do some damage."

Trask nodded, running for the corridor they entered from.

Revan chuckled at the man's antics. "He's got spunk." Turning back to door, he opened it.

"Wow, long time no see, Bandon. Still Malak's lap dog?" he teased the Sith in front of him.

Bandon was shocked. "B-but how?" he stuttered.

Revan laughed. "What's wrong, Bandon? Surprised to see me? Or surprised that I recognize you?"

"Lord Malak said that your memory had been wiped. How can you possibly remember anything?" the Sith asked.

"It seems that all I needed was a bonk to the head," Revan responded. "Anyways, I can't let Malak know that I've regained my memory, so here's a present for you," he said, throwing the pack towards Bandon, activating its contents with the Force.

Bandon just stood there as the bomb landed at his feet. The last thing he saw was Revan taking a dolphin-dive across the bridge.

After the explosion, Trask stuck his head into the room. "Revan?" he called out for his companion.

Revan's head popped up from behind one of the still intact consoles. "I'm fine," he called back.

Trask felt a weight leave his shoulders. "That's good. Did it work?" he asked, making his way towards the blackened doorway.

Revan scanned the room with the Force. "Like a charm," he replied, not sensing anything alive. Entering the room, they saw the remains of Darth Bandon. "Huh, didn't expect his armor to survive. Help me grab it," he told Trask.

The soldier shook his head. "No way. Nothing's going to make me touch that," Trask stated.

Revan rolled his eyes. "Never expected you to be squeamish, Trask." After removing the armor, the two pressed on.

Just then, Revan's comlink chirped. "This is Carth. What happened over there? I heard an explosion," the pilot asked.

Revan chuckled as he answered the career soldier: "Nothing to worry about. I just rigged some frag grenades to take out a Dark Jedi."

"What! You blew up a Dark Jedi? How did you manage that?" Carth asked, wondering just who this guy was.

Revan replied, "He didn't expect it."

"Alright. Anyways, the three of us are the last ones on the ship. The room directly ahead of you has three Sith troopers, and the next ones contains five. You're going to have to deal with the first group yourselves, but you can either use the computer or repair the damaged droid to deal with the second unit. Whatever you do, make it quick," Carth ordered.

Revan turned to Trask. "Okay, here's how we're going to do this: I will rush the one closest to us while you pick off the ones in the rear. Understand?"

"Yes, sir," Trask replied, charging his blaster.

Seeing that Trask was ready, Revan opened the door. The Sith went down within seconds. Wiping the blood from his sword, Revan approached the security consoles. "Alright, how about we give these guys a shock," he joked.

"What?" Trask asked, not understanding the pun.

Revan sighed. "I'm going to overload the system in the next room, causing an electrical burst that should fry th Sith," he explained.

Trask nodded, now getting the joke, as Revan started up the computer.

Moving into the next room, Revan spotted something on one of the corpses. His eyes grew wide when he picked up the item. "Trask, do you know what this is?"

"Um, no."

"This, my friend, is a prototype vibroblade. The difference between this and a regular vibroblade, is that you can upgrade it, if you find the right parts," explained Revan, strapping the sheath perpindicular to the other one on his back.

After searching the rest of the room, the two met up with Carth. "You made it. I'm Carth by the way," the Republic pilot greeted.

Seeing his face, Revan recalled that Carth had been one of his ace pilots against the Mandalorians. Then the memory of the destruction of Telos, Carth's homeworld, played in his mind. Shaking his head, Revan growled, "We don't have time to sit around. Bastila is hurt and alone. We need to go now!"

"How do you know this?" Carth questioned.

"All you need to know right now, is that Bastila and I share a bond and are connected by the Force. Now let's go!" he responded, shoving both men into the escape pod, entering behind them.

The moment the hatch closed, an explosion shook the pod, sending Revan head first into the side of the craft. Just before everything faded to black, Revan sent Bastila a message through their bond. "I'm on my way, Bas. Just hold on a little longer. I remember everything."

AN: Well, there's the first chapter. Review and tell me what you think. I'll probably have the next chapter up by next Wensday, so keep an eye out for the update. FFW out!