Darth Malak

The Consumed One, filled with Darkness

-Sith Interdictor-class ship Leviathan-

"I am Darth Malak-Lord of the Sith"

…And apprentice to Darth Revan. For now.

Oh, how I hate her for making me suffer such an indignity, to be known as 'the apprentice' to the whole galaxy.

However, things will be changing very soon.

I can't believe that she hasn't sensed my traitorous thoughts yet! It seems that the mighty 'Darth Revan' is not quite as powerful as she thought.. and if that is true, then I can beat her.

I will never forget that fateful day on Malachor-as I felt the searing pain when my jaw fell from its normal space while she slashed her saber right through it. As a maniacal laugh escaped her throat, I realized that to even survive this encounter..

I had to draw upon the power dwelling in the shattered planet.

As I reached within its very core, I found even more than what I had originally suspected-I discovered myself. My true self, locked within the lies of the Jedi, was now completely unleashed.

That day, with dark power throbbing through my veins, I nearly defeated her. But, she still had something she was drawing upon, some secret power that eludes me to this day. But, after today.. that will be one enigma that shall never escape me again.

Before she dies, however, she will despair in the knowledge that all she ever knew will be ripped from her mind, sending her into the abysmal depths of darkness. All her understanding of the Force shall be mine-forever.

Yet, I once liked her, loved her even-but now, I have no room in my soul for love.

Weakness is unacceptable in the Dark Side.

I remember, too, every day of my 'training' under the Jedi. More like indoctrination to the Council's precepts. We had no choice, any of us, in the fact that we were sent to the Academy. Of our homes, nobody would tell us-it was forbidden to do so, yet another in a long line of things that a true Jedi must never do.

Personally, I never liked the rules.

Of my days upon Dantooine, I loved lightsaber practice-it was a release from good and evil, right and wrong. There were no lectures on perfect Jedi precepts, no constant warnings of the dark-only focus and determination.

Within the whirling of my blue and purple twin sabers, I could let go of everything. All of their famed Jedi calm, their emotionless dispassion.

What they believed made a warrior strong, in truth weakened them.

Passion, the desire to win, is what fuels one's power in battle.

Of course, they chose to shroud our eyes within lies, blinding us finally and forever.

Or so they believed.

I must commend Revan on her ability to bend outside their deceptions, finding a path to leave them behind. The Star Forge was a brilliant discovery, a creation of the Dark Side itself. The Rakata, though.. fools to fall so far from their forefathers. So easily deceived by their projections of servants for the light-it was like they could not sense a thing of the Force.

If I could find a way to replicate the effects, though.. such a handy tool for converting Jedi over to the Dark.

But, Revan has shown me the power of places like Malachor.

Places that are so shattered upon the points of the Dark Side that no one may dare to cross its surface without suffering the pain of shadow, eating away at your heart.

It strikes at you in your very soul, begging you to listen to it.

And, most fortunately for myself, I did.

I gained even more strength as the excruciating ache subsided, while I found the meaning of true power, as my rightful potential was unleashed upon that world.

A follower of the light could not last upon that world-they would fall in upon themselves and die, or be converted to the shadows.

During the Mandalorian Wars, Revan discovered Malachor V from the ancient legends of the Mandalorians themselves-it was their cursed land, an unholy ground said to transform the noblest of Mando'ade into raging beasts, uncontrollable.

Save by the planet's rulers, who to this day are extinct and were never recorded in the official galactic record.

Yet one must look at the Rakata themselves to know that recorded history sometimes isn't quite accurate-these 'rulers' existed once.

They may even still today.

And I shall find them-and when I do, I will take control of Malachor as my own.

The Trayus Academy.. ah, what memories I have of that place.

It is a location where one can hear the throbbing of a world in its dying throes.

Where one can listen to the calling of the Force to rise up..

To rise and claim glory. To obliterate all who stand in the path to greater power.

To epitomize the ideals of the Dark Side-it is the way of the universe.

And only one may follow that path. It will be me, not Revan.

She has become.. weaker in recent months. I have always resented her ever since that day I lost my jaw, but it has only become stronger as time passed.

Her power is waning, while I am becoming stronger. While she is weaker than me, I can strike out while her resolve is lessened. If I succeed..

Ha! I will take my rightful place at the head of the Sith fleet and demolish the Republic!

Revan tries to dance around 'key' worlds, leaving the industrial and commercial sectors intact, so as to provide herself with a stable empire to rule after the conquest is over.

But, to me… what good is an empire if it will not listen? If it will not be terrified of you, follow your commands? Her rule would allow for rebellions to rise, while mine..

I would preside over my empire with an iron fist, one where if the people did not listen, they would die. There would be no room to rebel-fear would keep them in line.

And after today, I shall begin my establishment of the Sith Empire with Revan's death.

I shall tell the men that she was a false person, a wrongful ruler. She was one who could not hold on to her power, who was not even worthy to.

The laws that bind the galaxy-the laws of my new rule-were broken by her, so she paid the ultimate price for it. Her death was demanded by nature, by the Force.

And I will carry out the final sentence. Ah.. I can see it now, even in my head. How sweet it will be to thrust my lightsaber through her chest, to watch the light leave her eyes as she whispers her dying breaths.

It is such a comforting thought, to know that as she dies, she will know of how every trace of her shall crumble into the dust of history.

As she fades into the timeless depths, I shall rise into endless glory, for all eternity…

"Lord Malak?"

"Yes, Admiral Karath?"

"Milord, we have arrived at the rendezvous point. The Revenant should be here within minutes, Lord Revan will be expecting a transmission to go over the next battle plan."

"Admiral, send a communication to Revan when she arrives in-system. I will meet her aboard the Revenant to.. discuss details about the plan. My personal starfighter needs to be at the ready as soon as Revan's in-system. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Lord Malak. It shall be done immediately."

As Admiral Karath walked away toward the communications console, Malak would have smirked at the coming events, if he still had a jaw.

While standing upon the bridge of the Leviathan, staring out at the stars that would be part of his new empire, he could never have dreamed of the circumstances to come.

Nor did he see, just as the Revenant dropped out of hyperspace, the five miniature ships that followed in its ion wake, hidden from all.

A/N: Here's Part II! Next part should be up in about a week, maybe less. Let's see.. who's next? Ah, yes-Bastila should be next, then.. well, then we'll see. Also, thank you so much to my first reviewer on this, Wawoot!.:D

Thanks for reading!

-SidiousSith