KotOR III: Wrath of the Sith
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars at all! It belongs to George Lucas, and KoTOR 1 and 2 respectively belong to Bioware and Obsidian, not me!
Raika: Alright, this is basically a revised version of my KotOR 3 fic. Now as to why I'm writing this fic-simple: I didn't like what they did with Revan and the Exile in TOR. In this version of KotOR 3, you'll be seeing some SWTOR characters in here, like Malgus and Scourge, but the Sith Empire is going to be portrayed a little differently than in the TOR game. Also, there will be a lot of grammatical and spelling errors within this fic, since this is my first time writing a KotOR fic. Now, some of you may like it, others will want to bash it until it doesn't exist. That's fine by me (though please don't be too harsh on it, since this is my first KotOR fanfic). I just wanted to get this idea off of my chest.
With all of that said, please enjoy (or not-it's your choice) KotOR III: Wrath of the Sith!
Summary: Revan returns from the Unknown Regions with grave news: the True Sith have begun their assault. Now, the Jedi and the Republic must rally to face off this new threat. LSM Revan, LSF Exile. REVISED. Formerly titled "The Jedi Masters."
Prologue
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...
STAR WARS
Knights of the Old Republic III: Wrath of the Sith
It is a rare time of healing in the galaxy. After defeating the remnants of the Sith Triumvirate, the Jedi Order have reestablished themselves under the Jedi Exile, slowly rebuilding from the devastation caused by the Jedi Civil War. With the Jedi Temple of Corusant in ruins, many Force sensitives gather at the Jedi Academy on Telos and the Enclave on Dantooine to train in the ways of the Force and become the Republic's guardians.
However, darkness looms over the horizon as a new threat emerges. The Jedi Exile remembers Darth Traya's warning of the True Sith, remnants of the Sith Empire from the Great Hyperspace War, hiding in the Unknown Regions. Revan, the former Dark Lord of the Sith, left the known regions of space to fight them, but did not return.
Now finished training her companions, the Jedi Exile plans to look for Revan in the Unknown Regions. Unknown to the Exile, he carries out his fight with the True Sith, yet the enemy, themselves, prepare to invade the Republic...
The part of space that was beyond the border of the known galaxy was given the name of "the Unknown Regions." Over the centuries, the Unknown Regions have been ignored by countless sentient beings, and those who thought of that region of space, they tend to think that it was empty space that was waiting for others to explore and settle. But "unknown" was not the same as "uninhabited."
Deep within the Unknown Regions, a lone objected floated in the black abyss of space, its engines blaring with life. It was a small gray, ship that seemed similar to a freighter, yet its design was unknown to the Republic. It had a rectangular body with two black wings on the sides and the cockpit was placed in the front.
It was not alone for it was being followed by what appeared to a capital warship. The design of the ship was similar to that of the Republic's Centurion-class battle cruisers with the wedge-shape of the body and the command tower on the back. Though unrecognizable to the Republic, others would recognize it as a Harrower-class Dreadnaught.
The dreadnaught fired a volley of turbolasers onto the smaller ship from its cannons, while the freighter did its best to avoid the turbolasers. The shots of red energy passed by the freighter as its pilot was able maneuver it around them, while at the same time, trying to keep away from the giant dreadnaught behind. Whoever was controlling the freighter was a superb pilot as the vessel continued to avoid the shots coming from the larger ship. The small starship's movements would make one assume that its pilot was stalling for time, which was the case when it quickly entered hyperspace. After the freighter entered hyperspace, the dreadnaught stopped firing its lasers, deciding to conserve its energy.
On board the bridge of the dreadnaught, its crew were manning the controls and completing their other tasks to keep the ship running. The crew were comprised of multiple species: humans, the blue-skinned Chiss, Rodians, Zabraks, and Twi'leks. They all wore black uniforms comprised of shirts and pants with matching boots and plates of armor on their chest.
The bridge's personnel were not alone for they were being watched by troopers, who wore a black body gloves underneath the armored plates on their arms, legs, and chest. Each trooper's helmet was black with a black T-shaped visor and a grilled mouth plate on gray face plate to give it a more skeletal look. Most of them wore simple, black armor, while a few had their armor colored red to show their superior military status. They all carried blaster rifles in their hands, standing ready towards the one in charge.
Standing triumphantly over the corpse of the ship's human captain was a massive figure, apparently a member of the Pureblood Sith race. It was readily evident with the red skin complexion, the yellow eyes, the tendrils hanging from his cheeks, and his bald head. The Pureblood Sith wore black armor all over his body, much like the troopers under his command, yet it was more customized to fit him, such as the skeletal horns sticking from his gauntlets and large, triangular shoulder pads. Hanging from his back was a black cloak, comprised of a cape and hood, while his lightsaber hung from the black, metallic belt around his waist.
The Pureblood Sith turned his head towards a few of the troopers standing nearby. "Clean this mess up," he spoke, his deep voice sending shivers down his subordinates' spines.
The troopers saluted, "At once, my lord!" before they slung their rifles over their shoulders to drag the captain's corpse off of the bridge.
Once the troopers left the presence of the Sith, Scourge reached for the back of his belt and removed a small, circular disk that he recognized as a holo-communicator. It let out a series of high-pitched beeps before a small holographic image of a human emerged. Like Scourge, the human was a Sith Lord with his yellow eyes on the bald head, as well as the lightsaber hanging from his belt. He wore similar armor, but it did not have any skeletal horns, the shoulder pads were shaped like quadrilaterals, and over his mouth was a black, respirator to let him breath.
"What do you have to report, Lord Scourge?" the man ordered, his voice filtered through the respirator he wore.
Looking at the human Sith Lord, Scourge replied, "Lord Malgus, we have eliminated the last of the traitor's forces, but he has escaped. He will most likely return to the Republic."
"I see," the human Sith, identified as Malgus, stated. "It does not matter. The emperor has ordered for our fleet to head to Republic space."
Scourge could not help but stare at Malgus with surprise at that order. "So soon?" he questioned. "We still needs to rebuild after the traitor's rebellion!"
Malgus' holographic form crossed his arms over his chest as his eyes narrowed at the Pureblood Sith. "You dare question the emperor?"
Not wanting to face the wrath of his emperor, Scourge shook his head somewhat frantically. "No, Lord Malgus," he replied. "I shall join with the fleet as soon as I can."
"Very well, Scourge," Malgus spoke, his voice filled with satisfaction. "See that you do."
With that, the image of Malgus flickered before it retreated back into the holo-communicator, ending the transmission between the two Sith Lords. Scourge could not help but snarl at how inconvenient the emperor's call was. The Pureblood Sith was close to finding the man who led rebellion after rebellion against the Empire, and now, just when that said person was within his fingertips, he was ordered to go back. Scourge was not going to let this go, and he used his current situation to his advantage. Scourge knew very well that his ship would need to take a while for repairs before it would be capable of joining with the fleet, so Scourge could use that time to rally a small task force to capture the traitor.
Scourge turned his attention to his troopers. "Send a few Sith after that freighter! I don't want it to escape!" he ordered.
The troopers nodded as they left their post to relay their orders, while Scourge turned his attention towards the abyss of space.
As for the ship the dreadnaught was chasing, it was in the tunnel of hyperspace, trying its best to keep steady. It was obviously damaged with the signs of scorched blaster marks all over its outer hull and cracks spread all over the freighter. Fortunately for its pilot, it was still functional, and after what it just went through, that was all that mattered.
Inside the cockpit of the mysterious space vessel was a lone male figure at the controls. The figure wore black robes underneath the copper-red armor that was comprised of gauntlets, and a chest plate. Also, he had a black cloak that was fastened to his shoulders along with a hood placed over his head. As for his face, it was covered by a red, Mandalorian mask with a black visor over his eyes.
The figure looked down at the controls of the freighter before pressing a button near a circular holoprojector, causing a holographic image of the galaxy to appear in front of him. Underneath the red mask, the figure peered at the galactic chart shown before him, his mind going through the number of possible worlds. Due to the extent of the damage, his ship would only work for a short while, and the figure knew he need to find a planet fast, so he went back to the controls to press a few buttons that charted his next designation. The galactic map disappeared, replaced with the image of a planet with a name below the image: LEHON.
After pressing a few buttons on the controls of the freighter, the image returned to the holoprojector, which turned off with a soft click. Soon, the freighter's pilot decided to put the ship on auto-control, pressing another button. As the ship went into auto-pilot and headed for its next destination, the figure slumped in his seat in exhaustion. Though his facial expressions were masked, the figure was tired from the loss he just suffered at the hands of his enemies. For what felt like an eternity, he fought against the threat only to end up with failure. Sooner or later, the Republic would find itself engulfed in another conflict, possibly worse than any of the wars it experienced within the past decade.
He knew that he would not arrive on time to personally inform the Republic or the Jedi about this oncoming threat, but he could still warn them. The man simply closed his eyes, yet he opened up his mind to a bond he closed for about five years and spoke only four words telepathically:
"Bastila, they are coming."
Within her private quarters, Bastila the grandmaster of the Jedi Order, laid on her bed, enjoying a peaceful dream until the telepathic message entered her mind.
"Bastila, they are coming."
The Jedi Master of the rebuilt Jedi Order shot up from her bed as she sweat profusely, soaking her bed sheets. Bastila had been sleeping peacefully before her dreams were interrupted with those four words. She recognized the owner of the warning voice very well and identified him with only one word:
"Revan."
AN: Alright, that's the prologue. Please leave your thoughts and comments in the reviews, and if you have any criticism, please let it be constructive, so I can know what mistakes to correct and how to make the story better. I'll see if I can get chapter 1 up, but it may take a while. I hope my story will provide you, dear readers, a satisfying conclusion to the KotOR games. If not... well, then I'm a horrible writer.
Raika out!