A/N: All right, here's a little teaser for you. I've completely remodeled. The other one? Forget it happened. Or, you know, if you liked it you can remember it, but it's no longer relevant to the plot. So, yeah, it's my birthday and I'm feeling charitable, so here's the prologue for you. I've discovered how much faster I can write when I'm actually excited about what I'm writing! I've already got 23 chapters (a lot of them are on the shorter side, I've got about 20,000 words) and counting! No guarantees when I'll be posting again, but like I said, birthday charitableness. Hope you're intrigued enough to keep reading when I post again!

Prologue

His head was killing him. All he could remember was a blinding white pain, flashing before his eyes, followed immediately by the comfort of darkness. But the light, clearly, had left an impression. The throbbing in his head was enough to tell him that.

Was he awake? He couldn't answer the question. But he was feeling pain, so he must be. Sensation was slowly returning as he felt something gently tickling his face. He still couldn't see, couldn't tell whether his eyes were open or closed.

He heard voices, but he couldn't discern words, or they didn't make sense to him. "He's regaining consciousness." That much he could understand. They must be talking about him. "Until we know what happened to him, there's no way of helping him any more."

"Get Mission," said another voice. That didn't make sense. Was Mission a person? Were they on a mission? How had they found him, and where? Why couldn't he remember?

He tried for several minutes, random details flashing through his mind-things he remembered of his life. A name that was important to him. Claire. Who was she? Why didn't he know?

And something else, a title, something… The Messengers… and a name. The only one he could remember, though he was sure there were more… Gideon Stewart.

Gideon. He liked the name. Since he couldn't remember his own, he'd take that one.

Minutes later, he heard voices again.

"...found him on Korriban. One of our scout teams picked him up. The planet's still completely abandoned, the Republic bombed it to basically rubble, but he crawled out of one of the tombs in the valley."

Korriban. The word was familiar, somehow.

"Do you think he could be connected to your friend, somehow?"

"Athena?" A new voice spoke up. He could almost see her shaking her head from her tone of voice, even though he had no idea what she looked like. "Athena's gone. Revan took her to the Unknown Regions."

Revan. That was a big spark. Revan? But that didn't make any sense…

A flood of memories overtook him, his entire life rushing back, and then he was gone.

A/N: Yeah, this guy will feature kinda heavily. There's a reason for it though, you just wait. There'll be a lot of Mission and Dustil, and even a little thing with Athena that occurred to me. I salvaged a couple of the chapters, so you may recognize them if you read the other one, but other than that, it's all brand new and I'm excited. Hope you all are excited too! Send me a review if you can, even if you're just saying happy birthday or yay you're back or something. Even a smiley face will do. You all are so awesome for tolerating me, seriously.

-Athena