Title: Destiny's New Path
Summary: A what if. What if it wasn't Revan on the Bridge when Malak fired on his Master's ship? Suddenly the Apprentice is betrayed by the Master, and Revan then infiltrates the ranks of the Jedi. The Dark Lords mission: turn Bastila to the Dark Side of the Force.
Disclaimer: George Lucas and Bioware own the basis of this FanFic. I am merely entertaining the idea that I am good at making Star Wars stories (stupid ideas).
Prologue: Betrayal of a Different Kind
"The Force fights with me!" Shouted Bastila Shan as she ignited her brilliant yellow Lightsaber and parried the attack of the crimson red Lightsaber belonging to a Dark Jedi. The two blades crackled as they made contact, and Bastila pulled back before wasting too much effort in the first attack of the battle.
At the end of the Bridge stood Bastila's target: Darth Revan. The Dark Lord of the Sith stood, his back turned to the battle. They were onboard his flagship, the Star Phoenix, in the middle of one of the most terrible space battles since Exar Kun. But Bastila couldn't worry about any of that at the moment; she was in battle with a deadly opponent, and one slip up could end everything for her.
Bastila fought with every ounce of skill she could muster. Spinning, parrying, striking. This was the biggest battle she'd ever been in, nothing she'd ever done compared to it. The Dark Jedi was her equal match, every attack she made, the Dark Jedi would block. Every attack the Dark Jedi made, Bastila blocked and would counter attack. It seemed there would be no end to the battle.
Then she saw the opening. The Dark Jedi made an attack at Bastila's side, and she saw his guard drop on his left side. The length of the battle had made him sloppy, and she struck strong and swiftly and her Lightsaber went straight through his waist, neatly cutting his torso from his lower body. Looking up, Bastila saw one of the half-dozen Jedi that had accompanied her fall to the ground, still holding his throat. Two other Jedi lay dead. Two of the final three Jedi walked up either side of her, the third flanking her from behind.
"You cannot win, Revan." Bastila said, raising the Lightsaber at the Dark Lord.
"Are you sure?" Said Revan as he turned to Bastila. His voice sounded mechanical, as it was altered via a voice synthesizer in his mask. He ignited his blood red Lightsaber, and brandished it at Bastila. Then everything changed. Behind Revan, outside in space, two proton missiles were suddenly fired at Revan's flagship from one of the ships. One of the Sith ships.
They never hit. Halfway toward the flagship, the two glowing missiles had seemed to stop. Around them was a strange purple aura.
"Stasis!" Bastila hissed. Revan was as powerful as the rumors said, then. Few could stasis-freeze something in the vacuum of space.
"Very good Bastila." Revan smirked as he stepped forward. His dark brown eyes did not leave Bastila's face although she was suddenly aware that her three remaining companions had suddenly clutched their throats, trying to remove the vice like grip on them. Ultimately, it was not possible to throw off the Force-choke Revan had placed on them, and they fell to the ground, unmistakably dead.
"There is no death…" Bastila whispered under her breath as she felt them becoming one with the Force.
"Still preaching the words of the Jedi, Bastila?" Revan asked. Before she could answer, he rushed her, swinging his saber at her. She raised the yellow blade of her Lightsaber just in time to save herself from losing her head.
Then suddenly, the ship rocked and Bastila saw that the Stasis Field had mysteriously worn off outside and the missiles hit their mark. Although every electrical power source on the Bridge exploded as soon as the missiles hit, Bastila was completely unharmed.
The young Jedi just stood there and stared at the charred body of Darth Revan. She closed her eyes, trying to sense any small hint of life, but there was none. Darth Revan was dead and gone. And so was any chance of the Jedi finding the solution to defeating the Sith.
At that time, she did not think to wonder why Revan had been completely at totally electrocuted and she walked away without a scratch. However, her troubles were only just beginning.
Malak laughed manically as he saw the two missiles hit his former Master's flagship. Then he was shocked to see one of his own interdictor ships turn its direction toward his own ship.
"Sir!" Admiral Saul Karath looked up to Malak. "Incoming transmission!"
Malak nodded at a spider like droid. Admiral Karath pressed some buttons at his command board, and an image appeared to stand atop the droid. The image of a dark cloaked figure wearing a mask.
"No!" Malak said. "Impossible!" Under the mask, Revan's lips curled into an evil smile. Then, from behind the image, the blast door to the Bridge opened and several Jedi rushed forward, igniting their Lightsabers. The image of Revan fade and the ship it had come from emptied its torpedo bay upon Malak's ship. Then the ship fled into Hyperspace.
Malak had not been expecting the Jedi to board his ship as well, and had not brought many guards with him from Korriban. Nor had he expected Revan to use a decoy on the Star Phoenix. But the thing he least expected was to be betrayed by his Master on the moment he himself had been meant to take the title of Dark Lord of the Sith.
The shields of the Leviathan took most of the damage dealt by the proton torpedoes. Malak had had Admiral Karath upgrade the Shield generators with materials from the Star Forge, allowing the ship to repairs itself like the Star Maps, the Guardian and the Temple Computer could. However, even with the modified power, the shields gave way to three of the dozen torpedoes, and the Bridge of Malak's ship was all but blown apart.
However, the few Jedi that survived the attack were not about to give up their mission. With what little strength and air they had, they pulled Malak from space, slamming the blast door to the shattered Bridge shut.
The four Jedi struggled to bring the dying Malak back to their shuttle, only just escaping as the Republic fired upon the limp ship, turning the Leviathan into ball of fire hurtling toward the sun.
Bastila returned to the Jedi's flagship, the Guiding Force, and was met immediately by her Master, Jedi Master Vrook.
"You failed." He whispered. Bastila would have felt better if he'd shouted at her. Then she saw another shuttle enter the Hangar. Vrook saw it as well, and he walked over to it as the landing ramp lowered and three Jedi walked off, carrying the dying form of – Darth Malak! Bastila was stunned. But of course, the Council wouldn't just go after Revan. They would've gone after both Sith Lords, so that even if one team failed, as happened, one may still succeed.
There was still hope then.
Vrook turned back to Bastila as several healers rushed away with Malak on a stretcher.
"Your presence is required on the Bridge." He announced. "We received a transmission not long before one of the Sith Interdictor ships fired on Malaks ship-." Bastila's jaw dropped in shock. One of Malak's followers had turned on him. "So far, all we know of it is that it was sent to you, but we are, as of yet, unable to initiate the message itself."
Bastila nodded and followed her Master to the Bridge.
As soon as they walked onto the Bridge, Bastila was led to the communications panel, and the Republic soldier at the controls pressed a series of buttons.
"It seems to voice-printed." Vrook said. "We're hoping that since it was sent to you, your voice will unlock it."
The screen in front of them lit up, but no image appeared.
"Your name please." Said the computer.
"Bastila Padme Shan." Bastila said. The screen went blank for a moment, then a cold, mechanically synthesized voice said a single sentence, "The Phoenix will rise from the ashes!"