PROLOGUE

Revan was one to listen to his advisers. Why he didn't this time, I don't know why. I warned him that Malak would turn against him, but he simply waved his hand loftily and grated in his metallic voice – less gravelly than his apprentice's – that he knew and would deal with it when the time came.

But I knew that he wouldn't be prepared when that time came. That is why I went to measures to ensure that the galaxy would not be free of Revan once Malak betrayed him.

Perhaps Revan always knew that he would not be ready when Malak made his move. Perhaps Revan had a secret agenda of his own, perhaps he knew that one day he would once again become a Jedi Knight; we'll never know.

My story is not so much mine as it is Revan's.

Warning lights flared across the Bridge. Blues, greens, and yellows, but most of them were red. They created a miniature Coruscant landscape across the instrument panels as crewmen ran from consoles to battle stations.

A small fleet of Republic Hammerheads had jumped out of hyperspace, into the path of the two Sith warships. Darth Malak had cut communications with Revan's ship, the Revanchist. Why he did this, only two people knew. Himself, and another dark jedi.

It was not Revan. He went by the name of Hagan Juul, once a handsome man, but so corrupted by the dark side that his skin was now a corpse-like gray. His once blue eyes were now a violent turmoil of shades of red and yellow. Slenderly built, yet muscular, Hagan was a common sight on the Bridge of the Revanchist. He was Revan's sole advisor, having forseen the future on numerous occasions and sensing happenings through-out the galaxy. Hagan was a battlemaster with the lightsaber, his forcepowers focused mainly into mind control. He knew why Malak had cut communications.

Revan had his back to the rest of the Bridge. Many would say he was meditating as they waited for the arrival of Malak on his ship, the Avenger. However, I knew differently. Approaching Revan, I felt it was time to warn him. Slipping into place next to him, I stared out into the stars, the same as he was.

After a small silence, Revan's masked face turned towards me. He never would take that mask off. Before he had taken the mask from a fallen Mandalorian warrior he had worn a black mask as if he was afraid to show his face. Many suspected that he also owned an artificial voice changer which was clipped to his throat. Why he went so far to hide his identity nobdoy knew; many believed that he was actually a very young man with a high-pitched voice and baby face.

"What is it, Hagan?" Revan's metallic voice grated.

"Malak will not stay with you. He is headstrong and does not take easily to having leaders over himself," I replied.

Revan turned to look out at the stars again. "I know," he stated.

"He will betray you soon."

"I know," Revan's voice turned wistful. "It's a shame... he made a good friend once."

"What are you going to do?" I asked him, unable to sense his thoughts. It was if a dark blanket had pressed in around my mind. I had not been able to sense anything in the future or galaxy since the recent awakening to Malak's intentions.

Revan made a small chortle sound, as if he found something to be amusing, "I'll be prepared for it when he does."

I opened my mouth to ask him if it was wise to just leave it at that. However, Revan raised his hand to forstall my question. "Hagan, do not worry. He'd be an idiot to even try to assassinate me."

And that was the end of that... until about an hour later – thirty minutes after the Avenger slipped out of hyperspace.

Revan stood among the whirlwind of action on the Bridge. Hagan did not approach him, as he knew there was nothing to say. He could only state the obvious. It was undeniable that the Jedi had finally gotten the guts to attack Revan and Malak. It was a small task force, but that didn't matter as the three Hammerheads were up against two Sith Warships. Closing his eyes, Hagan sensed for the Jedi through the Force.

Twelve jedi were on a shuttle, dodging lasers that spat from multiple sithfighters hunting them. Hagan knew where they were going. He knew what would happen. He knew that they were a boarding party, sent to kill Darth Revan... kill?

He lingered over that thought, then cloaked himself with the Force, becoming all but invisable to the crewmen running willy nilly over the Bridge and to the other dark jedi that stood quietly by, knowing that they would have their turn at the battle very soon. Only Hagan knew how soon.

The young woman's name was Bastila Shan. An insignificant detail, as that was only a title. Names had meanings, but in this case, those unsaid words in a name were unneeded. I needed to know why the other Jedi protected her as they fought their way from the small shuttle. Their numbers dwindled, but soon the remainder of them rushed onto the bridge with a small accompaniment of Republic soldiers.

Dark jedi took down the soldiers, and the jedi took down the dark jedi in turn. Revan stretched out his hand and used the Force to crush the windpipe of one Republic officer that had survived the dark jedi. I watched as the young woman named Bastila stepped towards Revan, her yellow lightsaber raised high in defiance to what we stood for.

Revan tilted his head to the side, his own red lightsaber already lit for the battle. The young woman was now only three meters from him. With boldness beyond her years of little experience, she spoke out against our leader.

"You can not win, Revan."

Those words would stay with me forever, as that became my life's goal to change them.

Hagan stayed within the Force cloak he had pulled around himself. He sensed for Revan's mind and found that his leader believed him to be dead, along with the other dark jedi. Hagan was surprised to sense a sort of sadness emitting from the thought within Revan's mind. He cared for his advisor and had not expected him to abandon him to embrace death so quickly.

Now! It is coming! Hagan didn't need to think twice about what it was that was coming. He leapt off the ground, using the force to grip himself in his own little world of gravity, which soon became the center of the Bridge. He floated in the air, invisable... and then, suddenly...

… it happened.

The Bridge filled with brilliant light and everything seemed to go in slow motion. Smoke whirled and fires sprung up from the consoles as a brilliant shockwave hit the ship. Revan was thrown into one of the crewpits and two of the jedi were consumed by flames. Bastila was thrown against one of the viewports to slump to the ground. The last remaining jedi hit her head and was killed instantly.

I remained floating in the smoke only long enough to make sure that Bastila had passed out. Then I let my feet hit the deck. Running over to Revan, I ripped off his mask. Gasping, I couldn't hide my shock at what I saw. Revan was no man.

Revan was a woman. Her long black eyelashes rested gently on her pale cheeks. I had never seen a sith that had retained her beauty. Less recklessly, I gently lifted the black hood from her beautiful black hair. It was long and silky, with a splendid sheen to it. I knew what I had to do. There was no time to hesitate.

I pulled out a chunk of her hair. I probably didn't need so much, but I was now in a hurry. There was only one more thing I had to do, however... I pulled her collar away from her neck, and sure enough, there was a voice adapter. And there was no pulse.

The species was difficult to approach. In fact, their whole planet was hard to approach. It was even harder to find the damn place.

Hagan knew where it was, however. Something in his visions had told him where it was. He knew nothing of the species he would soon encounter, however he had seen the tall, elegant images in his dreams and believed them to be birdlike, or sea-creatures. It was difficult to tell.

His starfighter popped out of hyperspace and he gazed down on the blue-white planet. He smiled smugly and sent the fighter down into the atmosphere of the stormy world. Violent winds buffeted the small spacecraft and Hagan used the Force to help level himself out as the gravity compensators were almost useless in this static-charged atmosphere.

Peering out from the cockpit's windows which were slowly fogging up as the shields were battered down on his fighter by the relentless sheets of rain and strong winds, Hagan's eyes settled on a few fuzzy dome-like buildings. Raised up from the stormy seas on strong stilts, they seemed to float in a dark sea of space, white foam frothed like little stars on the blanket of blue, and the dome buildings shimmered in the rain like unworldly UFOs.

Setting the starfighter down on one of the exposed landing platforms, Hagan waited until his fighter had powered down. He gave a small sigh. Here he was. At the beginning.

"Well, Revan... time to roll," Hagan murmured and took the small metal case which contained all that remained of the Dark Lady. A handful of her long, black hair.

The Kaminoans would do wonders to bring her back.

"You understand we will have to make multiple clones," the tall Kaminoan said to Hagan as it stood behind the tall, ornate desk that held the papers that would bring Revan into existence, "just in case one dies, we have a few backups."

"Of course," Hagan replied, raking a hand through his dark brown hair, "I'll leave everything to you. When will she be ready?"

"She?" the Kaminoan's lips twitched in an almost human-like smile, "They will be ready in two years, however if you wish us to raise them, we will do so."

"How many clones are we talking here?" Hagan asked, leaning forward on the desk. The Kaminoans helped with many species' needs and did not think anything of his odd skin color or the evil hues of his eyes. They were so far removed from the rest of the galaxy that they did not even know who Revan or even the mandalorians were.

"About five or six," the kaminoan's yellow eyes flickered from the papers to Hagan's red-yellow eyes. "Is that satisfactory?"

"Yes, that's fine," Hagan replied.

"Do you wish to raise them yourself?"

"Give me a call when they're ready and I will select one. I'd like it if you could take care of the others until I return."

The kaminoan bowed its head. "Thank you for your business, sir."

"No," Hagan smiled, showing his teeth, "Thank you."

I could not have sensed so far into the future, but what happened in the next five years almost ruined everything. Revan returned, but not as she had been. She had returned from the dead, as a Jedi and had saved the galaxy from Darth Malak. I was grateful that he was finally dead, but I had a bigger problem now – Revan.

Then a wonderful thing happened. Revan once again disappeared. She never even suspected I was alive and about to do what I was going to do...

My charge was now six years old. Already strong in the dark side and unmatched in Force prowess, she was becoming stronger each day. Her five clone sisters were still on Kamino as I had seen so much promise in her that I had not needed to return. If she died, I had five chances to start again.

Her clone name was Revan-01. The name I gave her was Alegra.

The Five Revans.

They were connected through the Force – something they did not know the name of, but knew its abilities. They were bound neither by darkness or light, but already knew of the concepts. Fifteen standard years old, it had taken them a lifetime to reach this level of Force-control – control so powerful that they could combine their minds into one and work together as one being.

Revan-02, Revan-03, Revan-04, Revan-05, and Revan-06 became one being. Revan.

Tun Swee moved through the clones' quarters, locking each door by reaching inside and tapping a switch. The switch's sensors only reacted to the special DNA implant that each and every Kaminoan was given at birth. No other species had the implant, so it was an easy and safe security measure – one that would eventually fall out of use due to the ease of which one could acquire the chemical used in the implant and simply smear it on their fingers.

Tun was of the lowest caste in the Kaminoans' system. His eyes were a light blue which forced him to do manual labor and other similar tasks. There was no need for kaminoan security guards, but he was probably the closest that would come to that title. The clones never rebelled, so why should security ever be an issue? The clones had never known anything different from the white walls of the labs, so why should they want out?

Unbeknown to Tun Swee, five clones with considerable force-potential had sensed through the walls, into the minds of rare visitors, through the oceans, and as far as they could reach through space... which so far, was only a dwarf satellite galaxy called the Rishi Maze – where Kamino was located. They wanted out.

Tun Swee opened the door to Operation Revan. He peered into the dark interior at the five slender human girls that sat on one bunk. Their eyes were closed, each hand in another girl's hand, their legs folded up underneath them. Tun widened the door so he could come in, "Revans?" he asked, curious to their behavior – perhaps this was an unusual custom humans had. Surely the higher caste individuals would be interested in studying this particular group more closely...

Their eyes flashed open, black as the deepest depths of the oceans. Before Tun could step back, their fingers unclasped and their hands all stretched out to him. Their legs unfolded beneath them and they stood as one. Tun reached out for the switch to lock them in, but they were too fast.

Their outstretched hands turned into clenched fists. Tun didn't even feel all his bones crack in every possible way. His long neck was the first to be broken.

On the planet of Dantooine, the Jedi Enclave was bursting with young padawans with great Force potential. Under the leadership of Jedi Masters Bastila Shan and Mical, the Enclave had been a whirlpool of action in the past fifteen years as jedi that survived the Jedi Civil War returned and claimed new padawans. All this rapid activity had somehow blinded many of the Jedi as to what was brewing on their quiet little planet.

Far to the east of the enclave were the decimated remains of a Rakatan Temple, destroyed by Malak about fourteen years earlier, just prior to his death. Unbeknown to everyone, the temple was not completely destroyed. Far below the surface of the planet were the innermost chambers of the Temple. Using the Force, one lone man and his adopted daughter had created a hospitable home and training ground for themselves.

Hagan had left Alegra there for the day as he went to the capital of Khoonda to check his mail. This was something he did yearly as he rarely had mail. Mostly it was a years worth accumulation of junk mail and commercial papers. But this time, he sensed, it would be something different. Something different excited him. And knowing that something different excited him was just sad.

To fit in around Khoonda, Hagan had acquired a set of blue contact lenses to cover the yellow-red colors of his eyes. There wasn't much he could do about his pale grey skin, but using a little makeup to make his eyelids and nose pink he managed to get away with the look of an ill man. He wore civilians' clothing and within the folds of his tunic, his lightsaber waited to be ignited for a merciless act of the dark side.

To keep up his act of the sick man, Hagan used a walking stick to hobble into the Communications Hub. Inside was a cafe with several private comm booths which could neither be eavesdropped into or recorded.

Paying for the usage of one such booth at the front counter, Hagan shuffled into the cozy interior and put down his walking stick as he searched through his holomail on the console that was built into the table. Holos appeared over the projector in the centre of the table.

There were a few message alerts that he was the one millionth user to sign in and he had a reward waiting if he accessed a link, one advertising a blba-wood scented body wash, several more referring to a bank account that he had long since stopped using, about nine from a fake address on Korriban, and finally, one from Kamino. He opened it.

The image of a tall Kaminoan with gray eyes and a tall head crest appeared. This was the kaminoan that had helped Hagan fill in the cloning agreement papers. His sing-song voice spoke out from the speakers built into the seats, vibrating the booth violently. Hagan lowered the volume.

"Mr. Hagan," the kaminoan started, "With my regrets, I have left this message to inform you that your five remaining clones have disappeared. I have enclosed the bank details needed to consolidate our worker's policy as Operation Revan killed seven of our employees. They stole a trader's vessel and jumped to hyperspace before we could get a lock on them."

Hagan switched off the console, smashing a fist onto the tabletop. Firefek!

He activated his comm and switched to a secure channel, "Alegra, pack up. We've got to leave."

The dark jedi had figured that it was going to be sooner or later that the five clones appeared on some planet or another and wrecked havoc – especially with their exact DNA match to the former dark lady Revan.