Star Wars is not mine. Kotor and Kotor 2 are not mine. I merely enjoy writing stories and thought this would be something I would enjoy writing. This is a Dark side female Revan, Dark Side Male exile story. Since in this story the exile, who goes by the name Jace Ogden, never went back to the Jedi Council for Trial, he was never exiled, ergo he will not be called exile. It occurred to me that I haven't seen a story about if Malak died in the Mandalorian wars, and since I enjoy femaleRevan/maleExile stories, I thought I'd try it.
Darth Revan, the dark lady of the Sith stood on the bridge of her ship, the Vengeance, watching the battle between her Sith forces and the forces of the Republic. The fight was going well so far, the starfighters her army piloted were far superior to those the Republic used, due to the immense power of the Star Forge. Suddenly, she felt the force presence of her apprentice. Lifting her comlink up, she established contact with him.
"This had better be important Jace." She said, using his real name, rather than his new name of Darth Judicar.
"The Jedi are sending a strike team onto your ship to take you out. Judging by their force presence I'd say at least a dozen or so. I can't tell from here. But according to my spies, Bastila Shan is among them." he reported. Revan smiled beneath her mask. Bastila Shan had the rare power of Battle Meditation, which made her an interesting opponent. Even as amazing as a field strategist as her apprentice was, even he found himself out outmatched by Bastila, due to the battle meditation's ability to demoralize enemy troops while supporting allied troops.
"Thanks for the info. I may have myself some fun today after all." Revan replied.
"Be careful. Something about this isn't right. Why would they send their most valuable asset on a strike mission like this? It's not even a strike mission, it's a suicide mission. Even if by some miracle of the Force they kill or capture you, there's no chance of them getting off the ship. We're missing something." He said.
"You worry too much. Besides, if she's fighting me, she won't be able to use her precious battle meditation to influence the battle." She reminded him.
"That's true. And for your information, the reason I worry so much is because one of us has to, and it usually isn't you. Ahh, my counterpart is making his move, time for me to earn my pay. Judicar out." He told her as he ended the transmission. Not for the first time, Revan was glad Malak had insisted on being on the one to lead the fleet at Malachor V and be the one to activate the Mass Shadow Generator. When Malak had done so, his proximity to all of that death in the Force caused his heart to stop, killing him. Following the battle, she had managed to convince Jace Ogden to step up and become her new second in command, and later Sith apprentice. He had joined Revan and Malak very early on in the crusade against the Mandalorians and was skilled in every aspect: he was powerful in the force, knew a wide array of powers and skills, was talented in lightsaber combat, and perhaps most of all, his ability to inspire the troops and lead with an effectiveness that she doubted Malak possessed. Her apprentice was a natural leader and soldier, able to see the big picture in a way that made the Sith Lady feel that in something happened, the Sith Empire they were creating would be in capable hands. His conquest of Telos without so much as firing a shot was proof of his ability.
He also isn't that bad to look at. Revan thought with an amused smile as she took her lightsaber off her belt. He had later taken up her habit of wearing a mask, a white one much in the style of hers. The only time either of them took off their masks was when they were alone. It gave the impression that the ones at the top of the Sith Empire were more than human.
The Sith Lady was drawn out of her thoughts by the arrival of the Jedi Strike team, her eyes immediately focused on Bastila. She immediately began to think of several different ways to try and turn the woman to the dark side and join them, as her battle meditation would be useful in the war against the true Sith. She decided to try and coax her along over time. A hard approach might get things done quicker, but something like that may just plant some ideas of betrayal in her mind. She would have to take it slow and steady, like she did with Jace.
"Surrender Revan, you cannot win." The Padawan boldly declared. Revan took a single step forward, taking her eyes off of her, glancing at the others with her.
"I must know, do you honestly expect me to surrender myself to you when I so clearly have the upper hand?" Noting that their number was much lower then what Judicar had told her, so she extended her Force Senses and found half a dozen Force presences a few levels down. It seemed like they split up and Bastila's group got to the bridge first. She was about to pull her senses back when she felt her apprentice rapidly approaching them. Figuring he had them well in hand, she returned to attention to the 5 in front of her. "I have a brilliant idea, instead of me surrendering, why don't you surrender? I'd hate to have the janitors clean your mess off my nice clean floor."
Her mockery wasn't welcome among the Jedi, judging by the angry faces they now had. One of them, a human male charged at her, his blue saber raised in a strike. Revan ignited her own saber and struck him down with a single slash across the midsection. Looking at the others, she raised an eyebrow under her mask.
"Seriously, did anyone expect that to work? Because if so, you're dumber than I thought." She taunted. The remaining Jedi wavered for a moment, before charging at her as one. Blocking a strike, she kicked Bastila in the knee and threw her back using the force to throw her back. The lightsaber skills of the Jedi were competent, but nowhere near the level of skill needed to defeat her. After a few moments the Jedi realized their attack wasn't working and stepped away.
The sounds of boots clicking on the floor drew attention to the door, where Darth Judicar walked in. The Jedi straightened; they were now caught between both Sith Lords.
"If you're hoping the other members of the strike team will make a well times rescue, you'll be waiting a while. They won't be coming. Are you sure we can't tempt you into surrendering?" He asked. Bastila bit her lip, thinking. If they could somehow defeat both Revan and Judicar, they would have removed both leaders of the Sith army. Of course doing it was much more difficult compared to thinking it, but Bastila was confident in the light side of the force.
As she tried to think up a plan, Jedi Master Yru Vreken charged as Revan, who made no move to dodge. Bastila help her breath, hoping that he would finish her, but her hopes were dashed when Judicar blocked the slash with his own saber and began fighting him. Eyes widening, she realized that Judicar had crossed the room in an impossible short amount of time. She wished she had studied the apprentice as much as she had the master, but the Intel they got about Revan's operation said that he wouldn't be there.
Jedi Knight Xendor Lyn ran forward to help, dueling with the Sith apprentice two on one. Turning, Bastila prepared to go against Revan, holding her lightsaber ready. She could almost see Revan's eyes rolling behind her mask at the thought of a Padawan trying to fight the Dark Lady of the Sith. She recited the Jedi code in her head to try and steady herself. She had to win this fight, or the Republic was doomed.
Revan stood there, watching Bastila, occasionally glancing behind her to watch her apprentice. He seemed to be holding himself well against the two Jedi. She was almost caught off guard by Bastila's attack. Almost of course meaning if Revan had been blind and deaf. She easily parried the blow and sent an easily dodge able strike her way. Bastila jumped back and spun to avoid a follow up move on revan's part. She turned just in time to watch Judicar summon the lightsaber of the Jedi Revan had struck down earlier to his left hand and stabbed Xendor through his midsection, then spun around and tried to finish the Jedi Master, but he ignited the other half of his double-sided lighstaber and parried the blow.
Judicar stepped away from the reach other the Jedi Master, who was about to go after him, when a blue light exploded at his feet and an odd pressure was applied to his legs. Looking down, he realized that an adhesive grenade had been tossed at him. That was the reason that the Sith had moved away, Yru realized trying to block the incoming attacks, which was difficult when he couldn't move his feet. Bastila tried to go over and help, but Revan cut her off, preventing her from assisting. She could only watch Judicar's lightsaber slice through the middle of Yru's saberstaff, taking one of his hands in the process. Yru screamed in pain as Judicar held his saber out, inches from his neck.
"This battle is over. Surrender."
"Never, I'll die before I join the Sith." Judicar stared at him, and for a moment, Bastila thought maybe he would spare him. That hope was dashed when the Jedi Master's head was separated from his shoulders with a casual flick of the wrist. Turning to face her, Bastila paled when she realized that she was trapped between a Sith lady and her apprentice, as well as numerous Sith troops. She reached out with the Force, desperately hoping to sense the presence of the other members of her strike team, but as Judicar had stated, they were no longer alive.
Staring at the white mask of the apprentice, she realized that he had taken out numerous Jedi and Republic troops out by himself, with no sign of injury. If he was the apprentice, how strong was the Master, she wondered? Deciding that death was preferable to capture, she launched herself at Revan, who effortlessly blocked her attack and kneed her in the stomach, driving the air out of her. Strong arms wrapped around her, forcing her into a kneeling position before Darth Revan, who picked up her lightsaber and hooked it onto her belt.
"You don't get to go out so easily my dear. You've made a horrible mistake. You've caught my eye. Take her to the special cells." She ordered. Bastila was dragged off by the soldiers, escorted by Darth Judicar and a strange red droid. The entire trip Bastila's mind raced as to what the "special cell" could be. No doubt some insidious Sith torture room, designed the break her spirit, she thought. Which was why she was so surprised when she was brought to a cell that was larger than the quarters she had on Dantooine as a child. The bed was large and comfortable looking, a simple desk and chair in one corner, she almost wondered if she was brought to a Sith lords, quarters. She was jarred from her thoughts at the sound of the durasteel door being slammed shut. Turning, she stared at Darth Judicar.
"These will sure as your quarters for the time being. Make yourself at home."
"Wait, why are you doing this?" Pausing, the Sith Apprentice turned, and for a split second she thought she could see his eyes behind his mask.
"Because you're interesting. And my mistress likes interesting things." Ignoring her other comments, Judicar walked out of the cell block. After a few moments, the reality of what was happening caught up with her. She had failed in her mission and the Republics best chance of victory, her battle meditation, was lost. She crawled onto bed and tried to recite the Jedi Code, however soon tears began to fall down her cheeks, until she passed out from exhaustion.
Bastila was relatively undisturbed, minus being served meals which turned out to be much better then she expected, for the next few days until Darth Revan herself made an appearance. The Sith watched her from the hallway for a few moments before leaning against the door.
"I won't insult you by asking you to join us….yet. In time I will ask and by that time you will no doubt accept. But right now I think that the best thing for you is to have some time to yourself and think about the actions that lead to your stay here. Of course you will not be alone. I will have my most trusted droid, HK-47 standing guard to ensure that none of my men get any funny ideas. And if you're lucky either I or my apprentice will come down to visit you, at which point we'll answer any question you have. And please, don't bother asking me to "let you go." Lets instead just skip that part to allow yourself to retain some dignity and I shall depart for now." Giving her a slight wave, one that seemed almost charming if not for who was giving it, Revan began to depart. Realizing that if Revan and Judicar remain resolute in their mission against the Jedi chances of a Republic victory was slim; she tossed the first thought that crossed her mind.
"Your apprentice is strong Revan. He won't be satisfied with his position in the Sith Empire for long. Soon he'll come after the title of Master!" Revan paused as the door opened, and for a moment Bastila thought she found an issue to work with. However it was not to be.
"Darth Judicar will not raise his weapons against me. The moment he and I met, the path his destiny would take him became sealed, for the rest of his life." And with that, Revan walked out, leaving only the red droid Bastila saw before. Sitting on the bed, Bastila began to wonder whether or not the Jedi Council would stage a rescue mission to get her back.
Please Read and Review. Some characters of the Kotor series will make appearances later on, I just haven't decided on whom yet. Some elements of the story have been inspired by storied I have read on this website. I'd list them but I honestly don't remember right off hand. If I do I'll credit them as an influence in chapter 2.