What if Anakin travelled back to the old Republic and met Revan? Would he change everything in the past and future? Would Revan destroy the Sith Emperor and Anakin defeat Palpatine?

Chapter 1 The Beginning of Everything


Anakin opened his eyes.

His sight was nothing but white. He blinked and realized that it was a wall. He looked around and found nothing in the room except four Force Cages. He tried to move, only to find out that he was locked in the force field.

He shook his head, wondering what had happened. Where was he? Why was he arrested? He closed his eyes, tried to recall the situation before his coma, hoping to find any leads. The kiss between him and Padme, the execution in the Arena, the pursue after Dooku… THE LIGHTNING.

He and Obi-wan tracked Dooku and ended up in a deserted hangar. They fought together but soon he was struck down by Dooku's lightning and blacked out. That was the end of his memory.

Anakin frowned and listed every possibility he could come up with. Had they lost the battle of Geonosis? Had the Separatists prevailed? What had happened after he was knocked out, Obi-Wan fighting with Dooku all alone? Had there been any reinforcement?

Obi-Wan? Where was Obi-Wan? There was only one person in this room and that was him. It was very likely his master was kept or interrogated in other room. Wherever he was, he must escape from this unknown place to find his master. Were there any other Jedi imprisoned, he and Obi-Wan would release them. First of all, how to open this damn force field-

Suddenly the door was opened and came in a bare-headed man in some clothes he had never seen before.

"Awake already? I never imagined a Jedi, namely a Padawan, sneaking into Taris alone, and even with your remarkable Jedi robe on. Were you in fear of my Sith soldiers not identifying you?"

Sith soldiers? In Anakin's mind's eye he saw a ferocious face with red and black tattoos. Hadn't Maul died? Another Sith with an army? He must inform the Council that the Separatists had set up a base in Taris-

Sting flew throughout his body. He felt the spasm of his muscles. His body twitched uncontrollably.

"So, Jedi, where is your destination? What's your assignment and how many fellow Jedi have you got?" the bare-headed pressed the button of the control desk. The Cage was activated and the electric current made Anakin's teeth chatter.

In the end the electricity disappeared but Anakin was still in no condition of controlling his limbs. He breathed in gasps.

"It's really unfortunate of you to crash on Taris in your escape pod. I would take it as the will of the Force."

Anakin couldn't speak. His tongue tingled. But the word "escape pod" pulled his numb mind back to reality. It seemed someone had taken him into the escape pod before they landed on Taris. It must be Obi-Wan. He tried to concentrate and called his master through their force bond and felt Obi-Wan's force signature. Not so strong as before, but still stable.

The plan has been changed. After escaping from this place and rendezvousing with Obi-Wan, they must collect information of this Sith army and report it to the Council. He was not sure if Obi-Wan was on his way to rescue him or he himself was also under Sith's custody. But the most important thing at the moment was to break out of the cage and get rid of this bare-headed Sith. What's more, all Anakin could rely on was he himself. And he had just performed his first task independently not long ago.

"Nothing to say? Then enjoy another electric shock, young Jedi. " The bare-headed hit the button again.


Obi-Wan felt the call of Anakin and made a wry smile. It tore the wound of his mouth and he gasped.

He didn't know where he was. After Anakin was hit by Count he had to fight alone. But considering Dooku had been one of the best sword masters the Jedi had ever had, Obi-Wan was defeated soon. His lightsaber was knocked away and he was hit on both arm and leg. He lay on the ground, watching Dooku stabbing at himself with his red lightsaber helplessly - suddenly his world turned black. He didn't know how long had he lost his consciousness, but when he awoke, he found himself lying on the surface of an ominous planet.

In his life he had never known of such a planet. The sky was dark and black, thunder and lightning constantly scratched the darkness. He had never felt such a strong presence of the darkside. It was thick and evil, surrounding him like a heavy fog. He felt as if the air were poisonous and with every breath he were slowly choked to death.

With his breath adjusted, he realized himself lying on a busy street, while everyone else was looking at him with a strange look. There were human, Twi'lek, Duros… and also a species he had never seen before: humanoid, tall, strong, bare-headed, red skin with a tentacle hanging down from each side of the cheek.

He swallowed hard, waving his hand in front of the crowd.

"You don't' see me."

It was quite difficult to persuade multiple minds with the Force at the same time in addition to his wounds. Obi-Wan felt dizzy.

People started to go away except the red one. He walked toward Obi-Wan and made some nasty noise. Obi-Wan realized he was talking, but the Jedi master couldn't really make out the meaning of it.

He waved again. "You don't see me. You have something important to do."

The man's golden pupils shrank and extended his right hand immediately. Obi-Wan felt an intangible push approaching. A Force-sensitive?! He leapt backwards but his wounded leg made him stagger. He reached for his lightsaber but there was none hanging in his belt. Obi-Wan cursed. Damn. It was gone. He should thank the fact that Anakin was not here or he could scoff like a cock for a whole week!

Thinking of his childish, naughty and arrogant padawan, Obi-Wan bit his lower lip. Force, where am I? Would the Count kill him already?

A familiar sound pulled him back to reality. He tensed as his enemy activated a lightsaber. RED. Obi-Wan had no time to wonder if the man was a Sith. He took a few steps back, only to hear the sounds of pulling triggers. Oh good, he was surrounded.

What happened later was quite simple. After a quick battle, Obi-Wan was struck down to the ground. He prepared for death but was dragged up instead. He was taken away and kept in prison. Most of the soldiers were human and they awed the red humanoid. During his full-of-pushing-and-shoving journey to the prison he saw other red people. They were all dressed in similar strange clothes and hanging in their waists were lightsabers with different weird forms, which Obi-Wan could distinguish with a simple look at them.

Were they Sith? Or just other Force-sensitives with lightsabers? If they were Sith, did they have anything to do with the Count? How could such a planet, which was almost the substantial materialization of the darkside, becloud the Republic for so many year with no one have ever noticed it? Had the Separatists' power stretched in to the Unknown Regions and how could they even be equipped with such elite troops?

Obi-Wan shook his head. There must be something wrong. The Council had insisted there were only two Sith, one master, one apprentice. If everyone with a lightsaber was a Sith, then he had already saw more than 20 of them on his way.

He was kept in a special cell. There were guards at the door. He tried to concentrate to heal the wounds with the Force, but failed again and again for some unknown reason.

The he felt it, the call of Anakin. It was so comforting. The boy was still alive but where was he? Obi-Wan frowned. He was afraid that his impetuous apprentice would try to rescue him. If the people with lightsabers were true Sith, then it was definitively unwise for Anakin to attempt an intrusion. Two Jedi against a dozen skilled Sith? It must be kidding. How could there be so many Sith? Were there not always two of them?


Carth studied the cards in Enosh's hands. They were in the cantina in Taris's Upper City. His opponent had only another 6 to get a 20, and Enosh had 5. Almost a tie game.

After the Endar Spike Incident he made great effort to get his unconscious companion into the apartment, and the guy returned to his consciousness after a week, only to find himself could not remember almost everything- like some dramatic story in novels. Carth even wanted to thank the Force when the guy finally came up with the basic information. His name was Enosh Chan. He was a Republic soldier and was assigned to escort Bastila Shan, the Republic's Hope, on Endar Spike.

After simply explanation of current situation they quickly reached a shared opinion and set off on search for Bastila. That was why they were here in the Cantina: better to get informed in the most chaotic place. They parted in the Cantina. While Carth talked with merchants and mercenaries, Enosh consorted with the Sith soldiers. Carth was satisfied with the arrangement because he couldn't ensure that he was able to stand in front of a Sith soldier for a minute without shooting at them. But watching his less-than-one-day fellow soldier (the previous week not included) quickly bursting into laughter with the Sith, he couldn't help but suspecting.

Who is this man? During his service in the Republic Army he had never heard of some one named Enosh Chan. Maybe he had served in the Outer Rim, but why was he assigned by the Jedi Council and Bastila herself… Carth sensed something extraordinary behind the task.

After getting the basic information of Taris, it took Carth less than one minute to know a Jedi was caught by the Sith. Since it was not an everyday event that a male Jedi lying on the street of Upper City and was later handcuffed by the Sith. Also the Sith had no intention to stop the spread of news as it was something worth showing off and they could also repress the revolt of the residents.

When there was nothing more to know he decided to go to his companion and only to find the guy was happily sitting in front of the table and playing Pazaak. Carth was very angry. How could he enjoy his Pazaak while Bastila was missing and they had yet find a way to escape this Sith-occupied planet? He strode to Enosh and snapped,

"What are you doing?!"

"As you can see, Pazaak?" he gave out a 4.

"We have emergencies to do!"

"We need money. Besides, quiet, Carth. Everyone is staring at you."

Carth finally realized how notable he was and made apologies. Then he said in a low voice,

"Isn't your money stolen from the others' rooms and bodies enough?"

"May be, if you want to get out from this planet with the most ordinary blasters and vibroblades. "

Carth couldn't counter back. He objected to his companion's theft very much. Why on the earth was Enosh Chan such an undisciplined soldier? How could he even be accepted by the Republic in the first place? But all things considered, Carth had to admit that he was a good fighter. Though he couldn't trust him, two people were always better than one. And Enosh told the truth: they were in need of money. All they had were two medpacs and they needed energy supplies for the blasters. Besides they all wore muftis, whose defense were almost none. He took off their Republic uniforms when they left the escape pod. You could never be too careful in an Sith-occupied area.

"Ha! I won!" Enosh got a glittering 1. His opponent casted the rest cards on the table hard and left without saying a word. Enosh collected the chips delightfully and said to the crowd. "I'm sorry but the game is over today. I'll come at this time tomorrow."

"I've heard the Sith have arrested a Jedi." On their way to the counter Carth told Enosh.

"I've heard that too, but it's a male. It seems there are more survivors than us two. " Enosh handed the chips to the waiter. After counting them carefully the waiter gave him 3000 credits and a "Welcome back again."

"But you know Carth, he is locked up in the Sith base. How can we manage to get in there? Even if we succeed, can you assure that we, plus the Jedi, would make it out of the base alive?"

"So you aren't going to rescue him?"

"Without a safe plan to get in and out, no. It is guarded with heavy forces."

"Don't you get along with the Sith well? They even invited you to their party."

Enosh suddenly turned to him, his face hardened.

"So I should say, 'Oh, excuse me, but I'm a Republic soldier and could you please give the Jedi back to me?'. And they would return him willingly?"

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said such things."

Enosh's expression softened a little. "I know you hate the Sith." Carth wanted to speak up but he made a gesture of "Quiet." "I could tell it from your eyes. Seriously, if you want to keep a low profile, try not to stare at them in public."

Carth froze. After a few seconds he sighed heavily. "I'll keep it in mind. So what's next?"

"I'll attend their party at night. See if I can find something useful."

"I think it's better for me not to join you. I'll search the place around."

"Meet at the apartment. See you then."

With the words Enosh made his way to the Sith party. Carth frowned at the view of his back.