Hey guys, Eragon here with a new story. I tried to resist the urge to make a new story when I already have a couple that are barely started, but I just couldn't. Mainly, because this will be one of the only Old Republic fics with this premise, being that I have only found one over 40k words. There might be more smaller ones, but I only look at fics below 40k if they have updated somewhat recently. Like, within a year or two. Anyway, I really wanted two things from a KOTOR fic, one being a Dark Side Revan, of which few fics exist. And the other, is that Revan regains his/her memories, of which even fewer exist. With that being the case, I thought, You know what, I'll just write one with both concepts myself! And so this fic was born.

Hope You Enjoy!

Chapter One

Calista Vox woke with a start to alarms blaring through the Endar Spire, the Republic ship she was residing on. She scowled fiercely, it figured that barely two weeks after the Republic press-ganged her into service that the ship they deployed her on would get attacked. 'I'm a smuggler, not a soldier! I don't know what that stupid frakking republic officer was thinking when he 'recruited' me, but kriff this!' She thought in outrage. She hurriedly set about gearing up, only to be interrupted by an Ensign barging into the barracks. "We're under attack! We need to find Bastila, she is too important to the Republic's war efforts to lose, now come on!"

Castila glared at him and demanded "Who are you, and why should I care about this Bastila person?" The man scowled back, and replied "I am Trask Ulgo, your bunk-mate. We work opposite shifts, which is why we haven't met before. As for Bastila, she is a Jedi, one essential to the war against the Sith. Her unique gift of Battle Meditation is an asset to every battle!" Castila snorted and said "I think a Jedi can look after herself. I'm heading to the escape pods, but you can do what you want."

Trask glared and harshly said "Don't forget, you swore an oath to see this mission through and to protect the Jedi!" Castila scowled and responded "An oath made on pains of death is worthless to me. I was told to make the oath or be killed, and therefore I am taking this opportunity to ditch you assholes. If you wanted your troops to be loyal, you shouldn't recruit at gun-point." As she was talking, she finished getting her gear on.

Castila was a beauty, and as she stood up, glaring at him with her hands on her hips, it hit Trask unexpectedly. She stood at a decent height of 5' 7, with black hair, green eyes, and an angular face with high cheekbones. Her hair was full and wavy, down to her mid-back. She had an hour-glass figure, with full, perky breasts, and a fantastic ass. She was wearing black leather pants, with a utility belt fully stocked with grenades, medpacs, and other military essentials. She had on a grey leather, long sleeved shirt on, with a combat vest over that. She was wearing combat boots, had a vibrosword strapped to her back, and two blaster pistols holstered on her hips.

He shook himself mentally, realizing this wasn't time for that. He considered her remarks about being recruited by force and realized that she actually had a fair point. On the other hand, breaking an oath was something he loathed, and seeing someone do so with such a clear conscience made him mad. He made his decision. "Fine, let's head to the escape pods. Bastila is probably heading there herself anyway, so this should suit both our needs. You ready to go?"

Castila stared at him in surprise at his 180 in attitude, before smiling slightly. "Sure, let's go." She said. Trask nodded, and turned to the door, leading the way. "Be careful as we make our way to the escape pods, there are Sith troops on board, attacking everyone they see that's not another Sith." He warned. Castila followed him, nodding at his words.

They headed down the hallways of the ship, killing the Sith troops they came across on the way. At one point, they came across a Fallen Jedi attacking a Jedi. The Jedi killed the Fallen Jedi, only to be killed afterwards by an explosion. While Trask's back was turned, Castila took the Fallen Jedi's lightsaber, which had flown out of his hands when the Jedi killed him. She had a feeling she would need it.

As they made their way down the halls, killing more Sith troops, the Commander of the ship, Carth Onasi, contacted them on their coms. He helped guide them to the escape pods, informing them of incoming dangers and letting them know which routes to take. As they neared the escape pods, they were approached by a Fallen Jedi. Trask hesitated, looking at Castila, before his face cleared, and his eyes filled with resolve. "I'll hold him off! Head to the escape pods!" He roared, before charging into battle with the Fallen Jedi. Castila took a step towards the battle, but then hesitated. "Frakking hell" She cursed. "Rest in peace Trask Ulgo" She murmured, turning and running towards the escape pods. She regretted leaving him to die, but she had no chance against a Fallen Jedi, and he wanted his death to mean something. She would make it mean something.

As she entered the room with the escape pods, she saw a man standing with a blaster in his hands. She cursed, drawing her own blasters, wishing she had an energy shield. He saw her coming and held his hands up. "Wait, I'm Carth!" He yelled, making her stop, lowering her blasters, but keeping them in her hands. He sighed in relief, saying "Thanks for not shooting me. Glad you made it here, but where's Trask?" She sighed, replying "He died holding off a Fallen Jedi." Carth frowned, "We'll mourn him later, right now we need to take an escape pod off this ship before it gets destroyed. They wanted Bastila alive, but as soon as they realize she isn't on the ship anymore, they won't care about keeping in intact anymore! Let's go!"

She nodded, and followed him onto the escape pod. "Ready?" She nodded, and he launched the escape pod with no further delay. As they hurtled towards the planet below, she lost her footing, flying head first into the back of the pod. And so the persona known as Castila Vox shattered and knew no more.

Carth cursed viciously as the escape pods crashed heavily in the Upper City of Taris. The girl he had helped escape the Endar Spire was out cold, bleeding from a wound on her head. He should have had her strap in first, but in his panic he had made a rookie mistake. He hoped she pulled through. He hurriedly gathered his gear and supplies, before hesitating. He would be more likely to escape the Sith he knew would be coming for the escape pod if he left her, but he had never abandoned a comrade before. He knew she would either die, or she would be tortured for information when she woke up. However, finding Bastila was of extreme importance for the good of the Republic, and should he really risk that for the sake of one person?

He hesitated, not sure of the answer. As he gazed out her body, he realized that even if his he knew the right answer, he couldn't leave her and then live with himself again afterwards. He cursed again, but with his mind set, he pick her up, and staggered away from the crash.

He eventually found a apartment building filled with aliens, and other citizens of Taris down on their luck that the nobles of Taris didn't want around. He found an empty apartment and bunkered down in it, using a medpac on Castila. As he waited for her to come around, he used his datapad to pull up her service records. He was surprised at the sheer number of languages she spoke, and her combat scores were in the top 3 percentage of the entire Republic fleet. She was extremely skilled with a blade, and her marksmanship was top notch. Her intelligence was rated as near genius, and she was noted to have a knack for talking her way around people.

He was surprised to find out that the Jedi on board the Endar Spire had specifically requested her transfer. Surprised, and suspicious. While she did seem impressive, that didn't explain how she had attracted attention from Jedi. Jedi didn't care about combat scores, at least not usually. Maybe it was the amount of languages she knew? That didn't really seem right either. What was so special about this raw recruit? He didn't know, and he didn't like not knowing. He hated surprises. Oh well, he didn't have many options in the current situation. He was stranded on a Sith controlled planet, with a Jedi to find, limited supplies, and a comatose recruit to take care of. Oh, and the Sith knew they were there, and were most likely searching for them frantically. Kriff, if this wasn't one of the worst spots he'd ever been in!

Meanwhile, in the mind of 'Castila', a war was being fought. The original mind that had inhabited her body was fighting against the mind of a smuggler that had been implanted into her body by the Jedi Council. Unfortunately for the implanted smuggler, that original mind was Darth Revan, a powerful Sith Lady, and master of the Dark Side of the Force. She was just a smuggler that had been dying from a blaster shot, when said Darth Lady was captured and brought to the Jedi Council comatose.

As she died, the Jedi Council determined that Darth Revan's mind had collapsed, but that they needed her memories of certain things in order to fight against Darth Malak, her old apprentice. So, they took her dying mind, and implanted it into Revan's body, in the hope that some of Revan's latent memories would seep slowly into her mind, to help them figure out how to fight the Sith.

Unfortunately for them, Revan's mind was not as far gone as they had thought, and the head injury received on the escape pod was enough to shake loose Castila's hold on her body. Seizing the opportunity, Revan's fractured psyche attacked Castila's psyche viciously. Castila frantically defended herself, having no idea what was happening. However, she had no mental training compared to even a padawan, let alone a Sith Lord. And so Castila's psyche was destroyed, and her memories absorbed by Darth Revan. And Darth Revan was victorious, her control of her body returned.

As Revan pondered her situation, she grew increasingly frustrated by her fragmented memories. All her force knowledge and skills seemed to be intact, but her memories of events seemed to be spotty at best.

On the surface, nothing seemed to be wrong. But though she could recall, say a battle fought in the Mandalorian Wars, something would be missing, like where the battle happened or who she had fought with. Suddenly, she realized something extremely important was missing. WHERE WAS THE STAR FORGE?! She cursed viciously, as she recalled finding the Star Maps, going from planet to planet, to find out where the Star Forge was. She recalled feeling triumphant upon finding the key to her victory. But she couldn't frakking remember where it was!

She raged for a moment before forcing herself to calm down. She needed to come up with a plan. Malak had betrayed her, firing on her during her confrontation with the Jedi strike team. He was going to die, no doubt about that. However, even she couldn't attack a fleet of starships with no ship of her own and no back-up. As she pondered, she grew increasingly distracted. Something was nagging at her.

As a memory of bribing a government official to ignore her smuggled contraband flashed across her mind, she realized what it was. She took a moment to decide what she was going to do about the memories she had absorbed. While she had absorbed the memories during her victory over the implanted mind, she had mostly shoved them aside into a corner of her mind and ignored them. However, as she thought about this, a devious idea made itself known.

If the Jedi Council had implanted this mind into her body, there must have been a purpose, right? It wasn't like them to do such things at random. Hmmmm...she always had been good at acting...She made up her mind. Cautiously, she began integrating the memories into her mind, being extremely careful not to let them influence her psyche. She only wanted to have the memories, not the mind and/or personality of Castila. If she just had the memories of Castila, she would be able to mimic her personality without being subsumed by it.

Even if she didn't get it perfect, or made changes to it, there wouldn't be anyone that would be able to tell, because Castila had been a loner, with no family, and very little friends. And she hadn't seen those friends in a long time, long enough for personalities to change. She felt satisfaction as she finished the process. She didn't know how long she would be able to keep up the act, or keep from using the Force, but hopefully at least long enough to get off this planet. Once she was off this planet, she would be free again, but until then, she would play the part of Castila Vox. The Jedi and Malak were fools to believe that Darth Revan would go down so easily. She would make them pay for their foolishness.

I went through the Endar Spire kinda fast on purpose, because it's overdone, and not really going to be that different no matter what changes you make to the story later. Later chapters will be more detailed and have more dialogue.

Let me know what you think! Want more? Think something should be changed? Have any suggestions? Review and tell me! I'll consider every response and let you know if I decide to use your suggestions. Thanks for reading!