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Chapter 1

I regret to tell you that I regret nothing.

You are Revan, and you have just started killing the Jedi council members.

Your lightsaber stopped, inches away from Zhar's neck. You deactivated your two sabers and hung them on your belt. Zhar was not mad, just disappointed. Funny, was he disappointed you did not kill him, or disappointed things turned out this way.

You stepped back and observed the dying Jedi masters. Most were already unconscious due to the lack of oxygen to their brains. You would have just stood there and let them die slowly and painfully by asphyxiation, but did not.

You notice your hands trembling.

Stop shaking

They keep on shaking.

You released your grip on the Force Choke, allowing the Jedi masters to breathe again. They were all too injured to be of any threat to you, so you stood there watching.

Pathetic, the famed Jedi masters were pathetic.

The two different memories collided with each other, each trying to gain dominance, each so similar and yet so different. The loyal personality the Jedi implanted in you was slowly blending with your past personality, and during this process, you were torn between two lives.

Were you Drax Nar the Jedi, or were you Revan, former Sith Lord/ former Jedi knight.

Your mask was cracking; surely, they could see it breaking. Then again, they have to be conscious. The calm exterior did not mirror the raging, turbulent emotions you hid. Nor did it show that the light was waging a battle, and losing horribly.

You let out a strangled laugh, the darkness was dragging you away from the light and you were letting it.

The darkness knew your weakness and exploited it. It was patience and it always wins.

Pain, which was all you felt, during the Mandorian Wars and the recent war that was waged between the sith and Jedi.

You fell willingly to stop the pain.

Surprisingly, your first kill did not occur until you was thirteen. True, during missions people die but you was not the direct cause. You still remembered the hot wet blood that splattered on your face and hands. Your master caught you washing your hands for hours, trying to get the blood off.

It took days of counseling and meetings with the soul healer for you to stop imaging blood on your hands. You lied so they would not bother you anymore.

"Revan was power. It was like staring into the heart of the Force. Even then, you could see the Jedi he would slay etched on his soul."

Kreia

You were powerful, but with power came a price. You were either too sensitive or empathic, did not matter, both abilities screwed you in the end. You could handle death, but when millions of sentient beings died each hour, each day, you were overwhelmed with the pain and in turn hardened you heart. You became icy and stiff, aged beyond your years. Instead of the exuberant padawan, you became a model Jedi. You were knighted at eighteen standard years, and then became sith lord by the time you were twenty.

The darkness embraced you, as you became its favorite child.

You pulled on the dark side, filling your heart with darkness, squishing whatever was left of the light. You were going to kill the whole council with Force Storm and this time you are never looking back. The shadows extended and embraced you, cocooning you in dark tendrils. As your hand glowed with electricity, you wonder, am I destined for the light or dark.

You are falling into the abyss, and this time no one could catch you

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4, 000 years in the future

Revan slowly opened his eyes. He was off balance, and vulnerable. The two Jedi standing there defensively told him he would not be able to get out of it without injury. He clenched his fists, mentally checking all escape routes and opponents. He felt something was wrong; he just could not put his finger on it. The two Jedi were brimming with the light side of the force, and Revan was currently not lightsided. Heck he did not even know what he is on.

Before the Jedi could speak, Revan had them both in a Force Choke. They were lifted into the air and were gasping for breath, their unlit lightsabers clanking on the floor. Revan probed their minds and easily got in. Their mind shields were pathetic and Revan wondered if the standards were lowered in order to be a Jedi master. Two names popped up, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan. The two Jedi were a team, one master and his padawan. Their clothes seemed much different from the ones usually worn by the Jedi order. Revan probed the whole area and was shocked to be on a ship, a ship in hyperspace going to Coruscant. He was trying to get away from Coruscant, but alas, the Force did not want him to. The Jedi were futilely trying to break his Force Choke, the master almost got out but failed. They were both turning blue from lack of air. Revan felt a massive force signature traveling his way as well as other humanoids.

Seemingly bored, Revan released the Force Choke and flicked his twin lightsabers on, his black dark Jedi master robes contrasting with the light silver bulkhead. The two Jedi were kneeling on the floor holding their throats. He felt rather than saw the massive force signature enter the room. To his surprise a boy walked into the room followed by armed guards, the boy seemed to be surrounded by the force and was like a beacon. The pure light in the boy made Revan uneasy, he didn't like the light, it reminded him of what he was.

One of the guards was going to shoot him but the Jedi master stopped him. Revan stood there his lightsabers humming, he wanted to get out away, but if they fought, the ship may get damaged and they might crash. Revan still wanted to live and finish his goal, and then he will let himself die.

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Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan stood there watching the stranger warily. His force signature screamed darksider and they were ill prepared to fight him. Before they knew it, both of them were unceremoniously lifted right off their feet and chocked simultaneously. They both felt a probe on their shields and were shocked that the sith went right by both of the shields.

Qui-Gon tired desperately to break the Force Choke but did not succeed. This sith was stronger than him and he feared that he failed his mission and charge. He felt the Force Choke dissipate and collapsed on the floor massaging his throat, he touched the bond between him and his padawan.

Padawan, Qui-Gon asked, Are you okay?

Yes master, I am fine. Obi-Wan answered. He was gasping from the pain and was unnerved by the intrusion in his mind.

They both felt the reinforcements come, even though it was pointless. If this lone sith could take a Jedi master down without breaking a sweat, no one else could stop him. They heard the snap hiss of two light sabers being turned on. They had to do something or their mission would become a failure.

Anakin and Captain Panka with a few guards ran into the room. They saw the stranger with two lightsabers and two-sprawled Jedi. They concluded that this was their attacker. One of the guards was going to shot the stranger when the elder Jedi stopped him.

"We don't want to goad him into attacking." Advised the Jedi master, despite the fact that he had already been attacked and defeated.

"What are we going to do, the Queen most get to Coruscant, can't you use your jedi powers to kill him?" Captain Panka asked urgently, the Queen's protection was all that mattered.

Obi-Wan shook his head, "He is beyond us, and we Jedi were easily overpowered."

Captain Panka was in shock, a young man overpowered two Jedi, and the man seemed unharmed. If the two Jedi were defeated already, then they may be dead already. He was prepared to die for his Queen. He glanced at the stranger and saw him armed with two lightsabers. This is too much he thought.

Obi-Wan glanced at his master, worried. They were stuck, attack the sith and die or do not attack and still die. He was uncertain in what to do; he only hoped his master could figure something out.

"Who are you?" His master asked the Sith.

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Revan wanted answers and he wanted it now. He definitely knew something was wrong, but it eluded him.

"Who are you?" The Jedi master, Qui-Gon, asked.

"Drax Nar," responded Revan. He would not tell them his real name; it was too dangerous and foolish.

"Will you kill us?" The Jedi stated bluntly.

"No."

"Why is that?" Damn, the Jedi keep on asking question. He felt a vein throb in annoyance.

"I needed a transport to Coruscant." Revan replied through gritted teeth. The Jedi temple had the largest archive in the world and besides he did not want to dominate the universe anymore. He went to war to help the Republic not damn it.

"But how did you get here?" This time the padawan asked the question.

"I don't know." Revan hissed, it was true he had no clue how he ended up in space on a ship.

"I give my word that I won't attack you and in turn I will go to the temple with you." Revan said calmly. He still had his honor, something that even as a Sith Lord he still keep.

"Very well." The Jedi master said despite his padawan's protest.

"What year is this?" He asked to the Jedi master as they left the room curious.

"It is the year .." Revan didn't hear the exact number he just reacted.

"What!"

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Sitting in the room alone, still reeling form the shock that he was 4,000 years in the future. He was out of his time. They left him in the room to think, probably still surprised by his outburst.

This has to a trick Revan thought. Maybe a very realistic illusion created by the Jedi. He stomped on that thought, even thought the Jedi mind wiped him they were not that powerful. He felt thought he force and was not shocked to feel thousands of force signatures. He felt a veil of darkness over the force, blinding the Jedi, even him. Interesting.

4,000 years does give one the time to rebuild the Jedi order from the ground up he thought. Revan hacked into the console and downloaded the data into his datapad. There was a lot of catching up to do. He felt the boy walk in the room and hissed in annoyance.

"What do you want boy?" Revan stated gruffly, he had a lot to catch up on and listening to little brats was not one of his highest priorities.

"I'm a person, and my name is Aankin." The boy retorted to Revan.

For some reason those words struck a cord through Revan.

I am a Jedi, and my name is Revan..

A past memory flicked past Revan, too fast to be caught.

He looked up from his data pad to see the boy still standing there.

"Even though you are a bad guy, I think you have a good heart." The boy said with a child's exuberant nature and then he left the room.

Revan sat there surprised, no one had said that to him every since his rise to Sith Lord.

His heart was a block of ice by then.

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