CHAPTER 1

Corusant, present day… (Anakin POV)

"ANAKIN!" Obi-wan Kenobi's voice was raised above the hum of the lightsabers. His former apprentice, Anakin Skywalker, deactivated his lightsaber.

"Yes Master?" he asked. "The council has a new mission for you." Anakin took off at a jog.

"Picked up strange readings we have. From the Quadrant 180 they are." Yoda told me.

"We want you to investigate, and find out if the Separatists are operating in the area." Mace Windu added. He nodded his acceptance, and Yoda spoke again.

"Go alone you will, stretched too thin the Jedi are." Anakin nodded again, and left.

As the hyperspace engine hummed, he read the datapad. Quadrant 180 was a remote sector, not even charted. No known intelligent life was reported, although gizka overpopulated the place. This was all that was known. He put down the datapad and sighed. 'Great. Ought to be fun.' Anakin thought sarcastically. He began to pull the fighter into a descent when a glint of metal caught his eye.

"What the?" Anakin yelped. A giant space station hovered over the planet. But the odd thing was that fleets of starships were there too. They were frozen, hanging in place against a backdrop of stars. Blinking to clear his vision, he looked up again. Still there. So he began a descent to dock on the station.

Star Forge, 4000 years ago… (Revan POV)

Revan left Bastila and Canderous behind, and proceeded through the door. Anger, Hate, Fury, all swarmed through her. She wanted blood. She wanted to feel the cold hilt of her lightsaber in her hands, hear the hum as she swung it. Revan wanted to hear the hiss as she struck flesh, hear the blood bubble. Her face twisted into a snarl. Malak would pay for what he had done. His blood was HERS! She stalked through the droid bay after angrily destroying the droids. The Star Forge trembled.

"What the…"

Now…

Revan stepped again and ran into a hard body. Her lightsaber jumped to her hands, and the double bladed black glow gleamed in the semi-darkness.

Now, Anakin…

Anakin turned a corner, and stopped. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen was frozen in place. Ebony black hair was braided down her back, except for a strand that hung across her left eye. Her eyes held a fury, deep seated in the cold glare. Her eyes were as black as the depths of space. His eyes traveled down her body. Trim, muscular, fit. Well graced in the chest. Hey, I'm Anakin, what can I say? Lightsaber! She held a lightsaber in her right hand, with a longer hilt then any I had every seen before. For a better grip? Was she a Jedi?

Then, everything came to life.