Prologue

After the defeat of Darth Malak at the hands of an awakened Revan and a converted Bastila Shan, the title of Dark Lord was reclaimed. Though the Republic warships were expecting the heroes to emerge, they never did, instead a fleet of Sith warships rolled forth with a message. "Return to your home worlds or be destroyed." Nearly decimated during the final attack, and having lost many ships, the Republic grudgingly accepted and retreated to galactic space. Carth Onasi, having abandoned Revan and Bastila within the Star Forge, would later tell of their betrayal to the Republic. Jolee Bindo and Juhani would be found and rescued from the mysterious planet Lehon, where Revan and Bastila had fought and defeated them, though, thanks to Revans intervention their lives were spared. Shortly after, the Sith, acting on orders from the newly reinstated Darth Revan, returned to Korriban to await further orders. With both the Sith and Republic sent home, the question of Revans next move is pondered galaxy-wide.

Ch. 1

Somewhere in the Gatatog system

The Ebon Hawk's cold steel hull creaked with an eerie presence. Awakening, Revan slid past Bastila attempting not to wake her, and rose from the bed. He found his astromech droid, T3-M4, sitting silently in the main hull.

"If I didn't know better I'd figure you were shut down," He placed a hand on T3's head as he bent down to better communicate with the droid, "Your usually all over the place."

T3 remained quiet.

"You feel it too," Revan rose and laid his hands on the main terminal, "I'll need to deal with him soon..."

He brought up a file which he had studied intently in the archives of Corescant, back when he was a jedi that was losing faith in his beliefs. The file contained information on ancient sith culture and traditions, back when they inhabited Korriban. He opened the dossiers on all known sith masters, scrolling through them one by one until he remembered that it wasn't there.

"My master."

Aboard Dodonnas Flagship

"Carth Onasi, I am glad you managed to survive the battle." Admiral Forn Dodonna welcomed Carth to the bridge.

"Thank you." He hung his head grievously. "I really didn't expect to."

"Surprised that Revan did not kill you, you are." Master Vandar added, now coming out of his meditations.

"I just.. I don't understand how he could... never mind, 'sigh' I should have seen it coming is all."

Master Vandar now coming to his feet, "Conceals much, the cloak of the dark side does, though that that is hidden, what you expect, might not be."

Carth shifted from one foot to the other, then back again.

"I understand what your saying and I appreciate you taking the time to discuss it with me, but I was there, I saw into his eyes and they were different." He gazed out the observation window into the depths of space. "They had... the way he... he was just different, cold."

"Concerns us all, Revans actions do."

The Rootiba Spacestation docking hanger

A cloaked man strolls away from a small fighter ship, making his way toward a nervous rodian.

"Qorinn Bik?" he asked quietly from beneath his hood.

"Jedi?" the rodian shuffled his pazaak deck.

"I am." he stated with fleeting pride as he retrieved a holodisk from his robes, "The destination, target, credits, it's all there." placing the disk in the rodians hand.

"Hiring a bounty hunter, I thought the jedi had better morals than that." he stuffed the disk in his jacket.

"It would appear that everyone is a little darker these days, besides, your reputation doesn't quiet peg yourself as a bounty hunter."

Qorinn shuffled impassively.

Back aboard the Ebon Hawk

Entering the cockpit, Bastila placed her hand on Revans shoulder as he lounged in the flight chair.

"It is troubling you, isn't it?" she leaned against the back of the chair until her face was next to his.

"Have you felt it?" he stared out to space.

"I haven't and that concerns me, but I know it troubles you never the less."

"Our bond... yes," he laid his hand on hers, "maybe it's better that way."

"What is it, the Republic, the Jedi?"

He heard in her voice an anger of them that he wished to quell, but now wasn't the time.

"No, it's an older voice." he couldn't tell her, he had tried before on many occasions though he could never begin to think of how to explain it. He was now content with leaving her in mystery.

Bastila looked upon him with questions in her eyes, but as he gave her a reassuring yet forced smile, she let it be.

"You should get dressed, we'll be docking soon." he released her hand.

"You never make the wookiee get dressed," she gave his seat a playful shove and started out of the cockpit when she saw the galaxy map, "we've changed course?"

Revan turned in his seat, "We're heading to Dxun, a moon, it orbits Onderon."

"Why, what's on this moon?" Bastila questioned.

"The future of an empire, I've got a gift for Canderous," he shot a smirk her way, "Now get dressed before Zaalbar gets jealous."

Bastila turned on her heel and stomped out toward the crew quarters.