Author's Note: Here it is; my first fanfic. It is based on the story in SW KotOR. It is written from Bastila's point of view, and deals with a male Revan. I have changed some things in the story from how they are in the game to make it more interesting (hopefully). Please read and review.

Chapter 1

I stepped to the side to avoid my opponents attack, and then brought my lightsaber sharply across his chest. Clutching his wounds, he fell at my feet and I sensed him join the Force.

To my left one my companions, a male green Twi'lek, staggered forwards to stand next to me. His left arm was missing below the elbow, and his face and chest were laced with saber cuts. He put his remaining hand on my shoulder, and spoke quietly. "May the Force...be with you, padawan." He stumbled, and then fell to join the corpses already littering the bridge of Revan's flagship.

To my right stood my only surviving companion, a female human like me. Somehow, she had managed to remain uninjured during the battle. Her face was calm, despite the bloody slaughter we had just endured; the ideal, emotionless Jedi. She turned to face me. "There is no death; there is the Force. Time to end this fight."

She returned her attention to the figure standing at the head of the bridge. He was completely covered by his black robes, and his face concealed by a mask. The dark side power radiating from him almost made me feel sick. I heard the snap-hiss of a lightsaber, and in a flurry of blue, my companion charged at Revan.

The battle was very short. Revan disarmed her as easily taking a toy from a child, and used the Force to choke the life out of her. I felt cold as I realised – I was going to die.

Revan laughed, a cruel, icy laugh. "Well, Bastila. You have done well to get this far, and it would be a dreadful shame for you to die so young. So I have a proposition for you. My apprentice, Malak, has grown too ambitious. I suspect he will try and challenge me for my place as Sith Lord. I will not let that happen. Join me, and take Malak's place at my side."

"And if I refuse your oh-so-generous offer?" I asked, speaking the words of the Jedi code in my head.

"I don't think you realise how generous I am being. But, if you refuse, then you join your friends in Jedi heaven." His hand was rested on his lightsaber as if to prove his point.

"No. I will not betray the republic."

"Pity. You are many things, Jedi, but I didn't think stupid was one of them." His ignited his two lightsabers, one red, and the other violet. "It is time for you to join the Force."

Before he could act further, a huge explosion rocked the ship. The red beams of blaster fire pelted the ship, but they did not come from a republic vessel. Before the second explosion, I noticed that the fire came from the Leviathan, Malak's ship.

I was knocked over by the force of the assault on the ship, landing in a sticky puddle of blood. I looked up at Revan in time to see the blaster fire penetrate the hull and hit a power conduit behind him. He cried out in agony as electricity snaked up his back, along his limbs, and through his head. His mask glowed white underneath his hood before he fell backwards to the floor.

I could sense that he was still alive, but barely. I crawled to where he lay, black smoke rising from his charred robes. I pulled the mask off his head, and saw his face for the first time.

His skin was grey-white, with veins protruding all over his forehead. His eyes were closed, but I knew that they were completely yellow. His face was very thin, the bones stuck out sharply.

I knew Revan had seconds to live, but I had one thing I could try. Using the Force, I pushed into his mind and held on to the tiny spark of life left in him. His heartbeat was faint, but it kept going.

I pulled the body over my shoulders, and stood up slowly. I called upon the force to give me strength and speed, and made my way back towards where my ship was docked in the hangar.

When I got there I was close to collapsing under Revan's weight. I dropped him just inside the ship and closed the landing ramp. The anxious pilot greeted me. "Is that...Darth Revan?"

"Yes. Quickly, go. The ship is under attack." He nodded, and returned to the cockpit. I sank to my knees next to Revan, and looked again at his face. His brow was furrowed in pain, and his breath hissed in and out of his mouth. "Hold on." I whispered, as the blackness of sheer exhaustion slowly enveloped me.