Following the very profound advice of Prisoner 24601, I have made several revisions to this story. Most notably is the lack of a separate chapter for A/Ns. But the name is the same; I like it, so it won't change.

Now pay attention, I'm only gonna say this once.- I wrote this, yet it isn't mine, most of it. What isn't mine belongs to LucasArts and Bioware, praise be unto their names.

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Revan the Barbarian- Prologue
The Endar Spire 'Incident'
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Darkness... flashes of light in the background...

Booming noises... the scream of men dying...

Running, running... someone screaming... "Alistair! Alistair!" "Alistair!"

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Alistair Smethwycke awoke from his nightmare screaming.

He flailed out at whoever was yelling at him, and managed to entangle himself in the sheets. He then fell to the ground in an undignified heap. Whoever was yelling at him proceeded to shake him in addition to the yelling.

"Come on, you big lunk! We've got to help out; we're being boarded!" Boarded. Those words startled Alistair out of the fog he was in and alerted him to reality; his dream was coming true, sort of.

He disentangled himself and stood, trying to think of what he should do. He turned and saw the person who had been yelling at him. "Trask?"

"Yes, it's me! Now get your gear and come on!" My gear... oh yeah. He turned and walked to a locker on the floor next to his bed. Opening it, he removed a complicated mess of straps, woven metal, and thick plating. He then removed a backpack, storing the mass in it. No time to mess with that.

Digging further, he removed a gigantic cortosis-weave vibrosword and an oversized blaster pistol with a bunch of tubes hanging from the back. He put that in the backpack as well. No time for that, either. Finally, he came upon a smaller blaster and a regulation suit of armor. He tossed the blaster to Trask and donned the armor. "Alright, Trask. Let's go."

"Took you long enough. Alright, the room is in lockdown, so I've got to unlock it. What are those codes...?" He ran to the door and fiddled with a small console; the door opened with a swoosh. The two men ran down the hallway, passing a droid attempting to repair the wall. They came to another door.

"Damn, I forgot the codes for this! I'll have to..." "No time." With that, Alistair stepped forward and, with a mighty shout, swung his gigantic sword and broke the door down. Trask stared in shock. "What in the galaxy are you?" "Mandalorian. Come on!"

They were stopped by a blast of static from Trask's belt. Then it cleared. "This is Carth Onasi. The ship is taken and we're being overrun! All hands to the bridge. Repeat: all hands to the bridge!" Trask's eyes went wide. "If Carth Onasi says things are over with, then they are. He's seen more combat than the rest of us put together; if he says so, than it's so! Come on, we've really gotta hurry!"

The hallway beyond was filled with smoke; the sizzle and crack of blasters could be heard. Trask ran forward, waving his blaster and shouting, "For the Republic!" The embattled Republic Marines were struggling to hold off the Sith boarding party. Trask's charge inspired them, so they yelled too. Suddenly the Sith were the ones under pressure.

Alistair followed as well, but he let the others do the fighting; there was no challenge in these Sith flunkies. The Sith were dead by the time he reached the end of the hall.

The party of soldiers continued onward, decimating the Sith as the came upon them. They were almost to the bridge when the sound of lightsabers reached them. Trask held up his hand. "The Sith brought Dark Jedi with them? Damn! Well, it looks like that Jedi has him taken care of- Alistair, stop! You can't fight them!" But Alistair wasn't listening; he was running forward to engage the Dark Jedi. A challenge!!

The Dark Jedi was focused upon the younger Jedi before him. So he didn't notice the huge blade coming down on him until it was almost too late. Almost. He dodged in time, though, and had to dodge again as Alistair swung his sword around in a counter-arc. That failed to connect as well, so he spun in a wide circle and brought his blade forward to impale his opponent. This time, he made it.

The foe stared at him through darkened, hate-filled eyes. He raised his hand to perform some Force trickery or other, but he was stopped by the other Jedi, who had brought up his saber to decapitate him.

As the head rolled across the floor, he turned to Alistair and offered his hand. "Thank you for saving me. My name is Saino Raisier, and I am part of Bastila's team."

Before Alistair could answer, Trask was in his face. "You idiot! Going up against a Dark Jedi like that, you could have been killed! Don't ever do that again!" Alistair stared blankly down at the smaller, older man. "Hey. I'm alive, aren't I? Now stow it."

Trask was taken aback. "I was just worried about you, man. Don't... don't get mad or anything..." "I'm not mad. I just don't like people yelling in my face. Got it?" "Yeah, got it. Come on, the bridge is just up ahead."

As they approached the door, the remaining Marines stowed their rifles and brought out their own vibroblades, while Saino reignited his 'saber and fiddled with a few small dials to shorten the blade. Trask also pulled out a short sword. "Alistair, that behemoth of yours won't work well in the confines of the bridge. Don't you have something smaller?" Alistair nodded; he switched his hands on the grip of his sword. Then he brought his right hand up to grab one of three handholds in the back of the blade. His sword was now a lance, of sorts. "This will work in close quarters. Now..." He stepped forward to open the door to the bridge.

They beheld a fierce fight. Swords clashed as the Marines and the boarding party battled one another. Alistair and his small group charged into the middle of this melee, and the havoc they wrought upon the unsuspecting Sith forces was great.

When all was said and done, Alistair, Trask, Saino, and four Marines were left standing. "Search the bodies for anything useful, and then let's move on." That done, they headed for the escape pods.

They were closing in on the requisite doorway when Trask stopped. "There's something over here..." He went and opened another door further on. And when he did, Alistair wished he hadn't.

For it revealed another Dark Jedi. This one was tall, though not nearly as tall as Alistair. But he exuded a greater sense of raw power, a greater sense of Force. That's it, Alistair thought. He must be the Master of this boarding party. Ha ha, a challenge!

But Trask denied him this challenge. "Damn, another Dark Jedi! You and Saino get out of here; me and the boys will take care of him!" He and the remaining Marines turned and faced the tall, dark man. And with a cry of, "For the Republic!" they were off to their dooms.

Alistair would have run after them, except the Dark Jedi raised his hand and closed the door with the Force, at the same time bringing up his 'saber. Through the door, Alistair and Saino heard the screams of the dying men. "Trask... You were my friend, these last few months. I swear, on Mandalore's helm, your death will be avenged." Saino stood at his side, not knowing what he was doing. But something told him to say, "Heard and witnessed!"

Alistair looked over, faintly surprised. "Oh. I nearly forgot about you, Saino. Those who witness a vow are bound to the same oath as a matter of honor. Since you didn't know that, I'll give you a choice: will you help me? Will you stand by my side as my friend, through thick and thin, unto death or the fulfillment of the oath?"

Saino hesitated. The Jedi Code spoke against such things. But it also spoke about the need to either convert or destroy the Dark Side whenever they could. His mandate as a Guardian gave one option preference over the other. But then, the memory of his Echani grandfather awoke within him. Here is a chance to match my grandfather.

He nodded; his mind was made. "Very well, Alistair. I take the oath you made as my own. We will fulfill it together." "Well, it doesn't fit the form, but its close enough. Come on! We've wasted time here talking, we've got to move!"

They passed through the doorway to the starboard section, where the escape pods were. Another blast of static, this time from Alistair's communicator. "This is Carth, again. I'm tracking you two on the life support systems; you're almost there. But a couple of Sith squads are in your way. Hurry, I can't hold them off myself for long!" Saino looked around the corner; a single Sith soldier stood there. "Be right back, my friend," and with that he pressed a button on his belt. An energy field pulsed into life around him; he faded from sight. Alistair watched the slight haze as it went forth towards their single foe. It circled around and faded, revealing Saino in its place. The foe had no time to react before a dagger found its way through the back of his helmet, plunged in, and slewed back and forth. Blood went everywhere as the foe fell.

Alistair came around and jogged up. "Why didn't you use your 'saber?" "It would have disrupted the distortion field. Plus, the noise would have given me away." "Ah, I see. Let's go." They continued on to a room with a few Sith in it, which were quickly dispatched by the pair. They stopped to look around; a few storage boxes yielded some credits and two plasma grenades, plus a funny-looking vibroblade. "Hey, Alistair. What's wrong with this sword?"

Alistair reached over. "Let me see it. Hmm... it looks modular, like it could be upgraded without real tools." "You mean, like if you were a soldier on the run?" "Yeah."

They were about to open the next door when Carth contacted them again. "Don't go in there! There's a whole squadron of Sith troopers in that room. Look around; there should be a computer panel that controls the flow of electricity in this section of the ship. See if you can override the circuits in the room." Alistair looked to the side, and sure enough, there it was. Walking over to it, he activated it and cruised through the options. "Hmm... camera views... yikes. There are a lot of troopers in there. Okay... ah, there it is." He hit the option he had found and returned to the camera. A huge arc of power streaked through the room, frying about ten of the foe. Unfortunately, three remained standing.

"Damn. It didn't take out all of them." He looked over at Saino. "What do you think, eh, buddy?"

Saino pointed to a corner of the room. "How about that there droid? He looks like he's not doing anything." "I never saw it. But you're right..." He crossed over and pulled open the control panel on the droid's chest. He fiddled with the wires inside, then he pulled a small something from his pocket and slid it in. The droid hummed to life, walked over to the door, and opened it with its remote control. The remaining Sith were no match for the coldly efficient patrol droid.

"That's over with. Search the bodies." Saino found an odd looking device; it looked like it belongs in a weapon of some sort. 'This is interesting. Maybe it goes with that weird sword we found earlier. Hmm...'

They opened the final door to find Carth waiting for them. "You made it just in time! Hurry up; the ship could blow any minute!" "Hold on. Who are you?" "Carth Onasi, now come on!" Alistair ran over to the final pod; it could only hold two people, and his size would make the tight fit even tighter. But Carth gave him no time to bother with it; he shoved him in, grabbed Saino and threw him in after, then got in himself. He pressed the button next to the opening, and it closed with a hiss of air. Seconds later, a blast of explosives sent the cramped pod hurtling through space. Alistair had been forced to lie on the floor, since he couldn't fit into the restraining straps. So he was thrown backward, where he knocked his head on the walls and lost consciousness.

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Meanwhile, back on the ship, the Dark Jedi stood over the bodies of the Republic soldiers he had killed. Before him, Trask Ulgo kneeled. "Master Bandon, the subject survives. I have much to tell you." "Very good, Trask. Before you tell me anything, get back into form; that disguise must be sickening to you." Trask did not reply. He removed his pack and set it on the floor. He removed his jump suit and threw it to the ground in disgust. He then took a set of Sith robes from the pack and donned them, sighing in relief as he did so. Finally, he removed a thin cylinder of metal from one of the pockets; his lightsaber.

He stood, closed his eyes, and focused for a few seconds. Then his skin changed from the healthy tan of a career soldier to the sickly pale and scarred look of a life-long follower of Darkness. He opened his eyes; they were no longer the scared eyes of a soldier whose ship was going to be destroyed. They were now the dark, greedy, hate-filled eyes of a Sith.