((AN: anyone else out there ever do pre- KotOR?? Everyone does the whole "after the Star Forge" thing. This is a fic on the Jedi Revan and Malak, after the Mandalorian Wars. Male Revan, because I don't think a female would have a soul patch.))

Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars I, II, III, 4, 5, 6, or KotOR.

Chapter One

"Master Revan," Malak said, running up to the Bridge. "The Mandalorians have taken heavy losses. We have only lost two ships so far."

He still had his chin, and he was wearing blue Jedi Knight Robes. Revan, on the other hand, wore the black attire with no mask.

Revan turned slowly around, revealing a peach-skinned man with a soul patch. He had brown eyes, and his hair was fairly short and covered by his hood.

"Press on. They may retreat." Malak bowed, running down the corridor to speak with the admiral. Malak knew Mandalorians never retreat, but at least they would get their butts handed to them.

Revan, turning around, looked out the window. About 15 Mandalorian ships remained, and he still had about ten times that much. Crossing his arms, he was sure he'd gain victory.

After this, Malak and I are going to look for the Star Maps. Going to the Mandalorian wars was a nice excuse to leave Coruscant. Revan saw yet another Mandalorian ship blow up. Mandalorians don't give up, do they?

Two more exploded, and the rest pulled back. Finally they are retreating! Revan had just helped the republic win the war. They were so weak, though...

Malak walked in interrupting his thoughts. "We have won the battle, master...and possibly the entire war." He bowed.

Revan turned around. "We can go look for the star maps, now," he commented.

"With this entire fleet?"

"Yes." Revan answered. "We can keep them in orbit when we land on a planet."

"Where should we go first? The Star Maps are on Manaan, Kasyyyk, Korri—"

"We shall go to Kasyyyk. We might find a slave there, too." Revan said quickly.

"Yes...master," Malak said, bowing once more. He left the room, walking down the corridors of the ship. Revan spotted a piece of paper. Opening it up, he saw a note from Malak dated two days ago.

Lord Revan, Do you have any idea when the Mandalorians are going to attack? I wonder. Someone said in two days, and another said they were supposed to last week...do you have any idea, master?

Revan crumpled up the paper, letting it drop to the ground. The Force finished the job, and the paper was soon nothing but ashes.