Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic, nor do I own Carth, Malak, Bastila, or any characters you are familiar with, obviously.

This story takes place directly after the events of the Leviathan, and I'm presuming you've already played the game, or are at least familiar with the storyline! I have tried to accomadate to the people that haven't played the game, but I don't think I did that well..

That said, I hope you enjoy my (first ever) fanfiction, and please, if you have any comments, or suggestions, don't hesitate to say so, please!

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Tiaan's shouts of urgency roused Carth from the thoughts that went reeling through his mind. No. She can't be… not Tiaan.

"CARTH!" Tiaan screamed at him, "We have to get off the Leviathan NOW !" She ran up to him and grabbed his arm. Carth jerked it away, as if her touch scalded him. He saw a look of shock in her eyes before he turned away from her to face Bastila.

"Bastila, its true, isn't it?" He said, his voice quivering with anger. She looked down, her brown hair, normally so pristine, hung in tendrils over her face. At least she had the decency to look shamed, he thought grimly. "And, and you knew! You and the whole damn Jedi council! You knew the whole time!" He yelled, pointing in accusation at her.

"Carth, its not what you think, we had no other choice, please, you have to understand…" She began, but Carth cut her off. "Then make me understand!" He stepped over the body of his old mentor and marched right up to the young Jedi, his face twisted into an expression of pure anger.

"What are you talking about?" Tiaan looked at the pilot in bewilderment, "What did Saul say to you?" Carth refused to look at her, and Bastila had a look of dread in her face. "Will someone please tell me what is going on?" she stamped her foot in frustration.

"Well, do you want to tell her, or should I?" Carth glared at Bastila, gesturing towards Tiaan, but still not even glancing at her.

"Carth," Bastila pleaded, "Not here, Carth, please… there isn't time! Malak is coming. This isn't the place."

"Fine." Carth said, after a few moments of silent fuming, "But once we're off this ship, I expect some answers!" Bastila nodded and rushed over to the bridge doors, followed by a very confused Tiaan and lastly by Carth.

Before he went through the doors, Carth turned back towards the body of his old mentor, mulling over what had just taken place.

Carth felt nothing, heard nothing, said nothing. He was concentrated on only one thing. Getting through the defences to Admiral Saul Kareth. The man who had destroyed Telos. Killed his wife. He was one with the blade he deftly wielded, cutting down all in his path. He was so close… So close to finally fulfilling his desire for revenge.

He lunged upon Saul with a cry of rage. He did not notice the cuts and injuries he sustained, all he knew was revenge. Saul deflected his attacks with ease, but he was on the defensive. Carth knew it would all be over in less than a minute. He disarmed Saul and knocked him to the ground. Piercing his lung with his vibroblade, Carth felt his frenzy subside. All he needed to do now was…

"Carth, no!" a voice. Tiaan's voice. It brought Carth back from his battle rage, and he focused on her. His vibroblade was at Saul's throat. "Don't do this," Tiaan said, reaching for his hand. "Don't give into your hatred!" He tried to convey his turbulent thoughts to her, but a gurgle of laughter erupted from beneath his blade. "Come here, Carth," Saul spluttered, blood spewing from his mouth. "I have something to tell you about your friend here…"

Saul died laughing.

"Carth!" Tiaan's voice once again interrupted his thoughts, "Come on, I can feel Malak, he's coming!" She sprinted over to the elevator with Bastila, Carth following close behind.

Tiaan's comm. activated and Canderous' face came into view. "We've got the Ebon Hawk ready to go." He said, his rough voice barely masked by the static of the hologram. "Where are you guys?"

"We're on our way to the hanger, keep the engines running." Tiaan responded, before putting the comm. back into her pack. She looked from Bastila to Carth (who were avoiding each other's gaze) in exasperation, knowing that asking questions would lead nowhere.

The elevator door opened to reveal more Sith troopers. They fought their way closer to the hanger, but as they made their way through the halls, Tiaan stopped, gasping. "Malak…" she whispered, looking up. Bastila and Carth followed suite, and each stifled a gasp as the Dark Lord of the Sith strode into view.

He was truly terrifying to gaze upon. His eyes burned a cold dark colour, and with his jaw covered by a large piece of metal wrapping around his neck, he had the look of a machine. As he walked towards them, his tight red armour flexed, and his long dark cape followed his every movement.

"I hope you weren't thinking of leaving so soon, Bastila," his robotic voice convulsing shivers down Tiaan's back. "I've spent far too much energy hunting down you and your companions to let you get away from me now." His dark eyes slowly turned to Tiaan; a sparkle of malice in them. "Besides," he continued, "I had to see for myself if it was true. Even now I can hardly believe my eyes… Tell me, why did the Jedi spare you? Is it vengeance you seek at this reunion?"

Tiaan had rapidly been thinking of an escape plan when Malak turned his attention to her. She jumped at the question. "What?" She asked, forgetting for a moment who she was talking to. "Why did the Jedi spare me? I… I don't understand…"

The look that crossed Malak's face could only be described as pure sadistic glee. "What?" He laughed mercilessly. "You mean you don't know? Ha, ha, ha! All this time and you still haven't figured it out?" Tiaan's stomach felt like lead as Malak continued to cackle. She turned to Bastila, who look shame-faced. "I wonder how long you would have stayed blind to the truth?" He continued, "Surely some of what you once were must have surfaced by now? Even the combined power of the Jedi council wouldn't keep your true identity buried forever, could it?"

Tiaan went cold. The Star Maps… Bastila had said that it was the Force showing them where they were… That they were visions… Not. No. Not visions… memories. Memories of her original search for the Star Forge. With Malak. "No…" she whispered, her voice cracking. "This… It's a trick! A Sith lie!" She screamed, looking to Bastila and Carth for confirmation, both of whom looked away, shame-faced.

"You cannot hide from what you once were, Revan!" Malak snarled. "Recognise that you were once the Dark Lord, and I have taken your place!"

Tiaan turned to Bastila, "Please, Bastila," she whispered, "Tell me he's lying."

Bastila's face; normally so stoic and composed, was a bitter mask of hurt. "It's true," she replied, her voice barely audible. "When I and the Jedi strike force boarded your flagship, we were not expecting…"

"… Your apprentice to attack your ship." Malak finished, marching towards them. "I had thought you and Jedi Shan," He indicated his head towards Bastila, "to be dead after I fired at you both."

"I was the only one left standing, Malak," Bastila responded, her voice growing stronger. "Just a tiny spark of the Force remained in Revan."

"Why did you not simply kill me?" Tiaan asked, her voice hollow.

"The Jedi do not kill their prisoners," Bastila said, facing Tiaan, "I knew that your information of the Star Forge would be crucial, so I grabbed a hold of that waning spark of the Force, and brought you before the Jedi council. They gave you a new identity; one that would be loyal to the Jedi, and that would conceal the Dark Lord's identity."

"The Council lied to me?" Tiaan cried. "You lied to me?" She clutched her head, willing this to be some strange dream that she would wake up from. I'm Revan, she thought, I was Dark Lord of the Sith… This. This is a lie. Please, Force, let this be a lie.

"Tiaan, please believe me when I say that it was in the best interests of…" The look of heartbreak on Tiaan's face cut Bastila off.

"I grow weary of this little charade," Malak said, extending his red lightsaber. "This time, Revan," He growled, putting Bastila and Carth into Force Stasis, "you won't survive!" He lunged at Tiaan, who only just in time ignited her Saber.

When the Saber's blades clashed, it exploded into a burst of red and green light. Tiaan forced down her looming despair to concentrate on the fight. She pushed Malak's blade away from her, and flung a ball of lightning at him.

Malak blocked it with the swish of his Lightsaber and laughed, "You think to best me with your parlour tricks, Revan?" He said as he dived towards her once more.

"You seem to forget, Malak," Tiaan parried, and managed to get in a critical hit. ", that I was once your master!" At the last word she Force Boosted herself behind him and roundhouse kicked him towards one of the doors surrounding them. Malak stumbled and flung himself through the door, locking it behind him.

Tiaan ran towards one of the other doors, hoping to catch him unawares. She didn't even look at the Stasis Carth and Bastila; feeling she would break down if she so much as glanced at them. Need my strength… she muttered to herself.

However, as she opened the door, the sound of a Lightsaber igniting behind her told her she was wrong. She dodged the fatal blow Malak tried to strike her with, and rolled across the floor, reaching for a grenade from her pack.

"Oh, Revan," Malak said, a patronising tone in his voice, "Have you really gone so soft as to use those menial grenades on me?"

Tiaan managed a feral grin. The distraction of reaching for a grenade had worked, and she threw Malak into a Force Tornado. She Boosted herself towards him and parried his blows he tried to deal.

Tiaan didn't think; her mind was blank. Numb. Malak fought his way out of the tornado and their Lightsabers clashed. As each struggled to gain the upper hand, their faces came closer and closer together. Tiaan could see the hatred in Malak's cold yellow eyes; the tattoos covering his bald head creased in concentration. She forced the green blade closer to his chest, willing herself to use more strength, but as she looked into Malak's eyes, she saw something; something that sent her reeling into another memory…

Malak's body grated against her porcelain skin and she cried out in ecstasy. She scraped her nails down his back as he kissed her neck passionately. "Oh my," she purred afterwards. "My apprentice may soon become the master," Malak looked at her with greed in his eyes, she stroked his jaw and kissed him fiercely.

Tiaan felt sick to her stomach. She stumbled backwards and dropped her lightsaber; the green blade disappearing. She fell to her knees, and cursed bitterly, ignoring Malak completely, so engrossed in the memory she was. Malak and her were… lovers? Oh, Force… She looked up at Malak once more, and shrugged her shoulders meekly; a sign of defeat. Malak glared at her, and with a look of triumph, he raised his red lightsaber to deliver the final blow. Oh, Carth, she sighed, I am so sorry…

"This isn't over, Malak!" Bastila's voice awakened Tiaan from her misery. She looked up and saw Bastila standing at the door, her yellow blade ignited, her face determined. Bastila, Tiaan thought, please, just let me die… You owe me that much.

Malak seemed unperturbed at the arrival of the young Jedi. "You always could inspire loyalty, Revan," he murmured at Tiaan, then turning towards Bastila. "But even three of you together wouldn't hope to defeat me!"

Carth appeared out of nowhere, shoving Tiaan through the doors behind her. Over Carth's shoulder, Tiaan saw Bastila lunge at Malak, shouting "For the Jedi!", before the doors slammed shut. She fought out of Carth's grip and flew back to the door, pounding on it. "Bastila!" She screamed, over and over again. This was my fight, not yours… She kept thinking as she continued to hit the now locked door.

"Tiaan," Carth said softly, trying to pull her slowly away from the door. She tore her shoulder away from his hand, and continued to try and get back in. "Tiaan!" he said, more forceful this time. She continued to ignore him. "Tiaan!" He shouted. "We have to get to the hanger!" He was growing more and more angry with her ignoring him. "REVAN!" he shouted.

That got her attention. She stopped her frantic attempts at getting the door open, and turned around, as if only realising he was there. She stared at him, her expression a mask of disbelief, shock and devastation. The look on her face almost made him regret what he had said. Almost.

"Come on," he said, more calmly. "We have to get to the Ebon Hawk." She followed him silently though the corridors; the only sound now was the clanking of their armoured boots against the floor.