Hello friends! This is my concoction of events that happened in KOTOR! I hope you enjoy, I have some fun stuff planned for this story that I'm excited to share with you! I apologize for any mechanical, story line, Star Wars mess-ups, I'm just putting my imagination into words. So without further explanation, here's my story.

Disclaimer: I sadly do not own Bastila, Revan, or any of the Star Wars Characters featured in this story! Please don't sue me :)

The ebony black floors of the ship seemed to creak with every step Bastila took despite her gracile footfall from to her years as a Jedi Knight. Her heart rate began to accelerate, pounding through her chest as she sashayed her way down the hall, her hand instinctively gripping the double bladed lightsaber that was carefully hooked to her belt. She took in a shaky breath and mentally recited Jedi code, successfully calming her nerves, as she leaned against the wall fumbling for her comlink to tell the others to move in. This was her first mission as a commanding general and she was not about to fail her team.

Yellow light illuminated the dark corridor and danced across her pale skin as Bastila ignited her lightsaber and gave the final command to close in on the masked Sith Lord who currently had his back turned away from her team, nonchalantly gazing out the window at the battle before him. Silently Bastila's team focused in on the infamous Darth Revan and the surprisingly few Sith Knights he had watching over him. She allowed herself a minute to take in the appearance of the dark knight, knowing full well that he could snap her neck with the slightest twitch of his hand remembering what she was told about the highly skilled and intelligent man behind the mask. He supported a lean build but his masculine shoulders gave away years of training and Immense strength.

She watched as the other two Jedi she was now in charge of fought the sith knights that guarded Revan. She maneuvered her way towards him before she was stopped, eyes growing in wide as she quickly dodged a red light saber that would've easily decapitated her. With a simple flick of the wrist she was able to throw her opponent off balance for a brief second as she regained composure and steadied her breath. The menacing sith who was nearly two heads taller than Bastilla turned on his heels quickly, as he spun his lightsaber around growling in pure rage before charging her. She remained calm as she connected with the force, expertly dodging the weapon that would have impaled her abdomen once again and used her own weapon to knock his down; giving her the upper hand. She quickly activated the second end of her lightsaber with a knowing smirk and brought it down on her assailant, disabling his dominant arm and knocking him unconscious with the force. The other two sith who were facing off with her team were now closing in on her.

She looked around noticing that her and another Jedi padawan were the only ones left. Acting fast she flipped over the two sith, distracting them from the young girl who seemed terrified, and proceeded to battle the sith knights that attacked her with more rage than she could imagine. Bastila watched as Revan slowly turned now amused, as if he was watching an exhilarating sports game. She grew in anger at the very thought and continued to fend off the two with grace, almost as if it were a simple dance for her.

Out of the corner of her eyes she saw two Resistance troops slowly peeling themselves off the ground, not dead, but simply unconscious. Relieved to realize than she hadn't managed to kill her whole crew off, she closed her eyes and sent a wave of terror through the remaining sith. She watched as they dropped their weapons to look at each other before she used the force to knock their heads against each other rendering them unconscious with the promise of a migraine when they awoke. She watched as Revan stood still in his place, shoulders seeming to be relaxed as they closed in on him.

She watched in horror as he lifted one hand elevating the two resistance men she had left, and sucked the life out of them in one simple gesticulation of his hands. She continued to watched as the other jedi who was left collapsed to the ground with another twitch of his hand. The tall brooding man before her seemed to take a calculated breath and proceeded to take one last menacing step in her direction igniting a vibrant red lightsaber. That's when the unexpected happened and the world turned upside down as Revan was flung across the ship, falling unconscious against the wall as Bastila was tossed to the floor in a vicious spiral.

Searing pain shot it's way down her left leg as she pushed her way onto all fours and shakily stood onto her own two feet scanning the room for the dark hooded man she was tasked with taking down. She spotted the Revan, head propped against a large chunk of debris and an unsightly amount of blood pooling up around him. Running as fast as she could, still unstable on her own feet after the surprise attack by whom she predicted, Revan's former apprentice, Malak

As she reached Revan she began her inspection of his unmoving form, trying to find the source of all the blood that was rapidly increasing in mass beneath him. His pulse was very faint and slowly dying as she tried to locate the source of all the blood; a large open wound covering nearly half of his skull. Bastila's heart rate escalated as she tried to find his pulse, finding it fainter than before. "Come on" she quietly pleaded as she expertly wrapped a loose scrap of robe she found nearby around the top portion of his head. Her fingers playing with the edges of his mask, willing her to rip it off and see the horrid monster that lay beneath when Revan's body started to convulse "Damnit!"

She had strict orders to abstract the information he had on the Star Forge, but the surprise attack changed everything. Bastila was briefed that Revan would not be a very willing participant in her questioning of the Star Forge, but they did instruct her to restrain and kidnap him if he wasn't willing to partake in their discussion. She was brought back to reality as his body continued to shake from the seizure and hurried through her memories of training, trying everything she could to save the siths life even though she wanted so desperately to just get up and walk away; leave him for dead.

As his body convulsions ceased, Bastila quickly took his pulse again, finding none this time. In a panic, she did the only thing she could think of, grabbing his head in her hands and transferring all the force anergy she could muster up into healing him. She struggled to keep consciousness as the energy was drained out of her and transferred to her evil counterpart. She fought off the darkness that threatened to take her, as she looked around for a way off this ship. Her eyes caught sight of a single escape pod that could take them off this dreaded ship before it crumbled. Gathering all the strength she had left, she took hold of Revan's arms and began dragging him towards their only chance of survival. She finally made it to the pod trying to regain her breath, using the remaining energy she had to drag him inside and seal the door. As soon as they were inside she released the pod and sent them on course to Tatooine.

As soon as she set auto pilot and sat back, sleep threatened to take hold of her, but she had to stabilize Darth Revan and remove the large piece of shrapnel that was protruding from his leg and make sure the large wound on his head had stopped bleeding. Standing up quickly, Bastila winced in pain, recognizing the jagged piece of shrapnel she had lodged in her upper thigh for the first time since the explosion. Ripping off a piece of her robes she bit into it before wrapping her hands around the metal and quickly yanking it out. She held back a cry of pain and quickly wrapped the piece of cloth around her leg, tying it tightly to stop the bright scarlet blood that gushed out. Turning her attention back Revan, she limped over to his slouched form in the small pod and lifted his head to rest in her lap as she removed the soaked fabric that she had earlier wrapped around his head as she inspected the wound. It wasn't as deep as she presumed it to be, but it was definitely going to result in a concussion.

She grabbed the first aid kit that she spotted on the wall and cleaned up the wound before preparing to wrap it up again. Bastila looked down at the man below her and took his pulse, faint, but alive. She let her fingers rest at the edge of his mask, coming to the conclusion that she had to remove it in order to wrap his head properly. As she slowly removed the infamous mask, she half expected to see a horrid monster of a man with altered features due to his time leading the Sith, but what she saw left her perplexed. He was handsome. Well, handsome in a dark mysterious way, but he was handsome nevertheless. She leaned a tad closer to get a good look at the young Sith Lord who must have been no more than twenty seven. She inspected every detail of his face, finding it absent of many flaws considering his line of work, save for the scar that ran through his right eyebrow and down part of his cheek. She brushed away the dark locks of hair that stuck to his face and ran her fingers down the side of his face stopping along his strong, masculine jaw wondering what stories lay hidden beneath his eye that were still closed. Getting up and wiping her bloodied hands on her robes, Bastila moved to the pilot's chair as exhaustion caught up with her, sending her into a dreamless night