Author's notes: Well, for those who are extremely curious. Yes, I am still alive, or half alive in this matter. I apologise to those who had been waiting for an update on this, and for my other LS!Revan fic. College has not been kind to me…or should I say. It is HELL! Haven't had any decent sleep for the past...God knows how many weeks. Annnd, thanks to Kosiah and VMorticia for the beta. God bless them, or Force bless them in this case.

So, since now all of you know that I'm still alive and well, onto my short ramblings and then to the story. : D

Warnings: This chapter depicts the certain level of Revan's evilness and there will be some disturbing scenes. Things will get darker from here...I think /Insert maniacal laughter/. /Ahem/Regains posture/ Those who are easily offended by macabre situations or just easily offended, please stop reading from this line onwards.

You have been forewarned.

The rating for this might change for the level of violence and yadda yadda yadda. But truthfully, kids are watching things far more gruesome than those depicted in fan fiction nowadays. LoTR is one example… /mumbles about flying decapitated heads/…Final Destination 2/Mumbles again about pipes and heads/ And…I tried changing the rating, but it seems that R rated fics don't show up anywhere. They even deleted me out of the C2 community… /cry/

Oh, yeah…anyone who is reading this chapter. Tell me what you think about this one, please? Then I'll know how dark I can go… heh heh… And the replies to the reviews are down below.

Okay, end of rambling.


Chapter 2: Unintended Meeting

He saw red rain falling from the sky, destroying everything it touched. Flashes of red marred his vision as he lifted his arm to shield his face.

Red rain?

Screams echoed in his head; and he looked around. People were running in all directions. Blood splattered the floors, walls and rubble. Broken bodies were littered everywhere. Severed limbs here and there. The gory sight could make the faint-hearted die of shock. Where is she? Tiptoeing, he tried to look for her.

He ran, stooping and searching. "Mion! Where are you?" His voice was barely audible over the loud crashing and bombings. The young man stood in the middle of the running crowd. His head turning left and right. Anxiety poked at him, mingling with palpable fear.

I need to find her. "Mion!"

The shooting stopped. But the people still ran, pushing him backwards, bruising him as they rammed into him. Their screams pounded at his eardrums but he ignored them. He couldn't give up. "Mion!" He searched frantically and screamed her name with all his might. "Mion!"

Then she was standing there right in front of him. Fear in her eyes. She was looking too, looking for him. "Mion! Here!" He waved his arms to her and pushed through the crowd, trying to get to her. Then he saw her eyes widen with pain.

She fell facedown. A troop of men wearing silver battle armour marched through the crumbling street. Beams of light shot out from their blasters, killing and wounding anyone the beams hit. He stood there paralysed. His fear, sadness and shock turned into a great ball of anger. He felt something working through him and around him. Something that made him suddenly oblivious to his own safety. He roared and a rapid wave pushed everything away.

The Sith troopers never knew what hit them. But he was buried there too, and he cried over the lost of the person he loved. He crawled through vacant spaces between the rubble to her body.

"Mion…" He choked on the name. "MION!" The tears began to fill his eyes.

"MION!"

"Hey! Hey! It's okay. Wake up!" Someone shook him hard and he could almost feel his brain rattle around in his head. The young man felt sick to his guts and tried hard not to throw up.

Another voice asked with concern. " Is the kid fine?"

"I think he's having another nightmare." He opened his eyes and saw a man standing over him with a look of concern on his stubbly face. He noticed the dark blue uniform and the shining medals pinned to the man's chest.

The man spoke. " Good. You're awake. That must've been one heck of a nightmare."

"His vitals are fine, sir." The voice that had woken him came from his left. He turned his head and saw a young woman with blonde hair by his bedside, studying the screen. A frown appeared on his face as he took in his surroundings. This is… a hospital? It doesn't look like it.

"Boy. Can you understand me?" He turned to nod at the man. Straining himself, he sat up, despite the nurse's attempts to make him lie back down.

"Who are you? Where am I?" He croaked through his aching throat. The man gave him a small smile.

"I'm Admiral Carth Onasi. You're on my ship, the Odyssey. You were brought here three days ago, in somewhat bad form." Then he added. "May I know your name?"

The young man looked questioningly at the Admiral. Should I trust him? Is he good? I've dealt with too many liars… but his uniform… this is his ship…

A gruff voice came from the door, starling him. He almost jumped out of his skin.

"The kid's awake?" An old man walked through. There's something about him. Admiral Onasi nodded at him. The old man smiled and came over to the bed.

"Just asking his name." Admiral Onasi turned to look at him again raising an eyebrow enquiringly at him. Somehow the young man fought the reluctance to trust him and decided to answer.

"Jax…Jax D'Kae."

"This is Master Jolee Bindo, a member of the Jedi High Council. We've got some questions to ask Jax. May we?" The Admiral's voice was full of anticipation. Jax nodded his head. He had the sudden urge to leap out of bed and run to the nearest airlock and jump out of it. But then again, he thought, that would be a very, very bad idea.

Master Jolee cleared his throat and frowned. He placed his hands behind his back and stepped to the end of the bed, facing the young man. "Do you remember what happened before you passed out, sonny?"

Memories swam in Jax's head. "Some…someone was moving the debris. Three men were standing in front of me. Then… then…" Why can't I remember what happened after that? Jax shook his head, trying to recall what happened. Instead of remembering anything, all he got was a massive headache.

"Then the three men suddenly flew away from you." Admiral Onasi finished his sentence for him with a slight frown. The boy nodded.

"I felt something. I don't know how to explain it but I felt something surrounding me, then the men went flying." The confusion attacked him again. And the headache wasn't helping. He lifted a weak hand and gave his head a small whack.

"See, told you he was sensitive. But no, you didn't want to believe in the old man. The old man's senile, half of the time he thinks there's a bunch of gizkas plotting to exterminate him." Master Jolee crossed his arms across his chest and looked at Admiral Onasi with an 'I was right' expression.

The Admiral rolled his eyes. "So? I just wasn't sure. What are you going to do to him?"

Jax looked at the two men with sheer perplexity. They are mad. What are they talking about? What am I sensitive to? What's that old man going to do to me?

Jolee shook his head.

"What…" Jax was trying to ask when Jolee interrupted him.

"Nothing, boy. The old tongue's wagging by itself. Now get some rest." Jolee motioned to Carth and they both left the medical wing. The blonde nurse was told to take care of the boy.


Carth

Out on the corridor, Carth asked Jolee in a hushed voice. "Why won't you tell him he's Force Sensitive?" The old man gave him an amused look.

"The poor boy is already confused enough, having his home world all blown up and seeing his loved one die in front of him." Jolee ignored the confused look on Carth's face. "You heard him yelling the name in his sleep. It has to be someone close. It's no use telling him what he is now. And I've got a lot of discussing to do with the Council. It seems that after Vandar's death none of those damn old coots can do anything."

"Where's the rest of the Council?"

"Ah, boy. You know I can't tell you that. Nowhere is safe to tell anyone where they are now. The walls have ears. Revan's hunting down every single Jedi Master that was involved with her mind block. She got three of them and they were tortured and killed,--well make that mutilated. There're only five of them alive now. Force knows how she knew it was them."

Jolee shook his head sadly as he and Carth walked down the corridor towards the bridge. A few Republic soldiers walked past them and greeted them while they walked in silence. When they reached the bridge, a short man bumped into Carth.

"Curses! Oh, Admiral, it's you," the balding man muttered at Carth. His beady eyes glared at Carth. Two pudgy hands twisted behind his back—a sign of extreme nervousness, for the little man.

"Good evening, Senator." Carth greeted the man with a hint of irritation in his voice. What's this thing doing here? "What brings you to the bridge at this hour?" Jolee grinned.

"Oh, nothing. I was just walking past." Carth sensed the lies behind his words. He was here for something. Carth tried his hardest not to glare back. The senator was a terrible liar, no matter how hard he tried.

Suddenly, the door to the bridge opened suddenly and a young man with auburn hair exactly like Carth's stumbled out of the bridge. He almost ran into Jolee.

"Dustil! Careful!" Getting a firm hold on his son, Carth looked at the young man with concern. "Are you alright?"

"Father!" He stopped short when he spotted the Senator. "Oh, good evening, Senator Agir." Then he turned towards Jolee and bowed before straightening his own robes. "Master." Jolee eyed the boy with a frown.

"What's the big hurry, boy?"

"Oh, yeah, about that. Three Republic battleships took off from the Republic space station T24-D9 without any official clearance. Intelligence has been trying to locate them for the past five hours but they seemed to have turned off their locaters. Admiral Balsan called to ask for your help, Father."

Carth frowned at the news and thought for a moment. "What are their registration codes?"

"C-49, HG-87, and FR-67."

The Admiral turned swiftly towards Agir and eyed him with suspicion. "Senator, isn't your son in charge of the ship C-49 alongside Admiral Gail?"

Agir shifted uneasily in his own boots. "Why, yes, Admiral. Why?" Carth sensed something was off, and his instincts kicked in. He gave the Senator a piercing stare. However, before he could ask him questions again, he was interrupted.

"Admiral! A ship is approaching the Odyssey. We have demanded for their identification but there was no reply. What should we do, sir?" An officer ran from the bridge towards Carth.

Carth walked into the bridge and saw the ship for himself. "Isn't that C-49?" he heard Dustil ask. The Admiral realised something and turned to the senator. His face was grim and his jaw set in a firm line.

"You were the one who gave them permission to leave the space station, weren't you?"

"We can't just stand here and watch Lord Revan take over world after world, can we? I've told the Senate that we had to take action soon or the whole Republic will just crumble. Giving them permission was the only way to get a fleet to stop Revan." Agir rambled on as he tried to emphasise his words. He didn't even try to shirk away from the question or deny the truth. Carth gave him an incredulous look.

"The Senate had stressed on this matter many times, Agir. Grand Senator Blomak gave orders saying that no one is to attack Revan until a plan has been made." Carth's voice became louder with each word as he tried to control his temper. Agir was a Senator with an infamous reputation for making his own decisions--unintelligent decisions. The Senate had been considering giving Agir the boot for a very long time, and now it seemed that he had sealed his own fate.

"I see it fit, Admiral. All of us could be dead by the time the Fleet comes up with a plan." Agir glared at Carth for daring to mention the Senate. The officers in the bridge stopped their work and turned their heads to look at the heated argument. Jolee pulled Dustil out of the 'war zone'.

"Attacking Revan is not as simple as sending a fleet after her. She is far more intelligent than you think, Senator. If she was obtuse she wouldn't be the Sith Lord." How the hell did such an idiot become a Senator? Perhaps the idea of shoving him into the trash compactor wouldn't be that bad anymore.

Agir's voice grew louder and his face turned a brilliant shade of red. He shook his pudgy finger at the window and commanded Carth to look out of it. C-49 loomed in the distance. "My son's ship is here and it looks well to me. Isn't that enough to tell you that he has won the battle?"

Carth shook his head at the Senator again. "I wouldn't be too sure, Senator. If your son had won the battle then why didn't he reply to our hail and confirm his ship's identification? He knows that it's reckless to not identify yourself to another battleship. And if Revan was defeated, then why no news?"

Dustil's eyes widened. "Father, you don't mean…"

"She's on that ship, boy." Jolee confirmed. The old man looked grim and serious. It was as if something was poking at him. The dark colour on his face turned slightly pale. Darkness from the ship made him feel awfully uncomfortable, and Dustil looked like he had felt the presence of the Dark Lord too. "I can feel her from here."

Agir's beady eyes widened. "My son! He's on that ship! Why are you standing here? Save him!" His hands waved wildly before him. His angry demeanour dissipated within a spilt second and a look of a coward emerged on his face.

"Revan will not attack, and we can't save your son now. It might be too late."

"How dare you imply that my son is dead! How do you even know that she will not attack at any given time? You call yourself a Republic hero? Save my son and prove it to me!" Agir's eyes almost bulged out of his head as he grabbed hold onto Carth's collar. His small hands gripped tightly onto the taller man and purple veins began to pop up. Carth stood there firm and expressionless. He looked down at the shorter man.

"I never called myself a Republic hero, nor do I think of myself as one. As for Revan, if she wanted to kill us, you wouldn't still be standing here shouting at me. Your son is out there because you gave him permission to be. So don't blame anyone else."

Agir looked like he would have loved to strangle Carth on the spot, but the Admiral was in charge and he was forced to acknowledge it. An officer standing by one of the consoles announced, "Incoming call, sir, from the C-49."

Everyone in the room stiffened. Carth scratched the side of his nose for a moment before he spoke. "Accept the call."

"Are you sure, Father?" Dustil eyed his father with trepidation. Jolee remained silent. Another ship joined the C-49. The holoprojector in the middle of the room flickered to life before Carth could reply.

There she stood, completely covered in black and a pearl grey mask with intricate white designs. She paid no attention to anyone except Carth. Her voice came out metallic and low; malice poured like water from an overturned bottle. Those who were in the bridge felt the tension between the two pulsate. Dustil noticed that his father's hands were clenched into fists behind his back, and the skin on his knuckles was stretched white.

"It's a wonder that you're still alive, Admiral Onasi." She stressed on his title. There was but a small hint of irritation and amusement in her emotionless voice. She shifted her arms from her back and crossed them in front of her. "Every single time my fleet goes against yours I hope that you'll perish. But now I see that you are tougher than a terentatek's hide."

"What can I say? I'm born that way." Carth replied with the same venom as hers. "What do you want, Revan?"

Revan chuckled. "Impatient, are we? Nothing much, I just wanted to drop in say a little hello. It isn't a crime, is it?" She turned towards the dark-skinned old man. "Master Jolee Bindo. What a surprise… you're still alive. And I thought that the wounds that I gave you in our last battle would've finished you off."

"It takes more than a couple of Force Lightnings to kill me, lass." Jolee kept his calm. Revan gave a cold chuckle.

"I suppose that is true…" She spoke lazily. Her hands clenched behind her back and she tilted her head.

Agir could not hold his silence any longer. "Where's my son? You Sith fiend!"

The Sith Lord turned to look at the chubby little man. Carth heard her sneer, even through the mask. "Surely, you can think of a better insult than that, can't you, Senator Agir?" A cold chuckled followed. "Oh yes, you have to keep everything down, or they'll kick you out of the Senate. Now I remember." She turned to her right and gestured to someone.

"Where's your son? You asked. He's a smart man, Senator. He understands the key to survival, power, and to glory." A young man appeared, clad in a Sith uniform. He bowed to Revan and stood straight beside her.

"Hello, Father." Agir's face turned purple. The young man smiled and stepped forward.

"Feon!" Agir stumbled and Dustil grabbed him before he fell. "Son! What are you doing in that uniform? What are you doing with her?"

"Why would I not be in this uniform, Father?" Feon gestured at his attire in a proud way. "I am a Sith, it is only normal to wear this." Agir glared the woman his son was standing next to.

"You Sith whore! You have brainwashed my son!"

"I chose to serve the Lord, Father. She didn't force me to do it."

"You! You…"

"What did you do to Admiral Gail?" Carth interrupted, looking at the cloaked woman. She tilted her head and seemed to gaze at him, even through the mask. It seemed that she was studying reaction, and it took her a moment to answer his question.

"What made you think I killed him, Onasi?" Revan drawled.

"What did I say to make you think that I said you killed him?" Carth cocked an eyebrow at her. Revan lifted her head and chuckled again. She seemed amused by his questions and his audacity to challenge her.

"I didn't kill anyone in this attack, I merely walked into this ship. He did it, rather admirably, I must say." She pointed her thumb at the man beside her. Feon smiled wickedly again and his father's nose flared.

"Feon! You, you…"

"Traitorous, hopeless imbecile of a son? I remember those word by heart, Father. Those were the words you said to me when I refused your order to attack Lord Revan. I shot the man in the back when he was happily shouting out orders to attack the Lord's ship." The young man smirked at his father. "You should've seen his face as he tried to figure out what happened. He never did."

"I taught you to be an honourable man! And yet you are serving that harlot like a lap dog. Get back here at once!" Agir was obviously going to faint from anger. His hand was trembling in front of him as he pointed at the young man.

"ENOUGH with the name calling!" Revan's metallic voice roared and startled those around her holographic image. Agir took a step backward and visibly gulped. Carth remained calm and unsurprised with her outburst. "I will not tolerate you, Agir. Continue, Admiral."

Feon bowed slightly and looked at his father with palpable hatred. "You taught me how to manipulate others to gain power within the fleet. I'm always useless to you, am I, Father? Everything I do is always wrong and you're always right. I never liked being in the military, but you forced me to join it. But I think I should thank you now, Father, since Lord Revan has seen my abilities and has given me the title of Admiral of her Fleet--a position that the Republic had denied me. At least she sees my potential."

"You…you…" Agir clasped a hand to his heart and a few other officers rushed towards him. Feon smirked and Revan was obviously delighted. The woman snaked a hand onto the young man's nape and gave him a small squeeze; Carth narrowed his eyes at her.

"Don't worry, Agir, I'll take care of your son very well." The glee in her voice dripped like blood from an open wound. She took her hand away waved Feon away; he bowed and left. Revan stepped closer to the holoprojector and he could almost feel her.

"I'll see you again in our next battle, Admiral. It will be a heart-warming reunion." She released a cold chuckle and stopped when she remembered something. "Oh yes, thank you for the presents, Senator. They aren't much, but I'm sure that after much modification these ships will be invincible." Her cold chuckle returned. "And as a return gift, look outside." She snapped her fingers and turned to face the Odysseys' bridge window.

The airlocks on the C-49 and the other ship were opened. Many gasped in horror when they saw what streamed out of the hole—bodies of fallen Republic soldiers. Bastila's laughter could be heard through the speakers. Revan merely chuckled with her apprentice and gave a venomous warning. "Never underestimate me, Agir, or face the consequences. Your Republic and the Admiral here should've already warned you on this matter. Enjoy your gift."

The holoprojector flickered once more and Revan disappeared from their sight. Agir looked at the bodies and fainted; some young soldiers in the same room gagged and vomited at the gory sight. Some of the bodies streamed nearer and nearer to the Odyssey. The masses of silent dead gave a terrible impression of how gruesome the battle was.

Carth closed his eyes and felt surprised at his calm. What kind of a monster have you turned into, Revan? Where's the woman I once knew? A sigh escaped him and the feeling of guilt welled up.

"Sir?" A pale-looking ensign stood uncertainly before his superior. The ensign's eyes strayed to the bodies floating outside and his face turned even paler, if such a thing was possible. Carth rubbed the bridge of his nose and gave out his orders.

"Retrieve all the bodies. We'll give them a proper burial and honour them." The ensign saluted and ran out of the bridge. Carth turned to Jolee, who was kneeling beside the senator. The old man looked at him and shook his head.

"She's gone mad, that woman." He stood up and watched the Senator being carried away to the medical wing. The old man and the Admiral looked out of the window and watched the C-49 disappear into the embrace of the darkness of space.

Carth stared unblinkingly into space. "Are you sure that she can be saved, Jolee?" His eyes followed a floating body outside of the Odyssey. Faith seeped away from him. "No human can create such a massacre."

"You're supposed to have faith in her, Carth. No one is completely void of compassion. Anyone in her circumstances can still be saved."

The younger man closed his eyes and nodded his head. "We should go back to Coruscant. The Senate will want to know the full details of what happened."


Revan

The interior of the C-49 hummed monotonously while Revan marched her way through the corridors. Bastila followed behind her with a few other Dark Jedi. Utility droids beeped and whirled past them, carrying buckets of foul smelling red coloured water—remnants of the blood that had been washed from the walls.

Revan never slowed her pace as she headed towards the landing platform. As she walked through the doors two Sith saluted her; a uniformed male Twi'lek walked up to her and bowed. Revan waved her hand impatiently at him and beckoned to him to follow.

(How is he?) She spoke in Twi'leki. The Twi'lek shook his head in mock sadness. Revan paid no attention to his act. She had no time to deal with minor minions and certainly didn't want to waste her breath on him.

(Weak, but improving. The doctors are adamant about keeping him in the tank.)

Revan nodded gave out some orders before walking into her own private vessel. The small ship transported her to a gargantuan dark structure -- The Star Forge. The Twi'lek followed meekly behind her as she strode down the ramp. Several Sith officers on the landing bay cowered in fear when they saw their lord. Bastila eyed them with disdain.

The Dark Lord marched her way through the decks, never breaking the rhythm of her pace. The black walls gleamed a dark welcome. Revan turned, and walked into a medical bay. The room was dark, save for some blinking consoles.

She walked up to a glowing tank, and peered into it. She lifted a gauntleted hand and touched the glass surface. The man suspended inside the tank stared unblinkingly at her. His red bionic eye flashed to show that he had acknowledged her presence.

"Report." Her voice was low.

A doctor grabbed a datapad and hurried to her side. "All primary functions are normal, my Lord. Seventy percent of his internal injuries have healed. His healing unit is speeding up his recovery and we replaced his liver with an artificial one two days ago, he seems to be adjusted well."

She nodded once and continued to look at the man in the tank. Revan raised a hand, and gestured to the others to leave her alone. Only Bastila stayed behind, standing back at a respectful distance.

Revan's eyes followed the tubes and wires connected to the man's body. Her finger traced the tube that connected itself to his neck. His face was as white as a sheet of paper and the bionic eye glowed red in the darkness.

(I have good news for you.) The man finally blinked. She moved her hand next to his face. (We caught him.) He blinked again. Revan smiled but her masked face showed nothing.

(When you're out of this thing, you'll be able to redeem your honour.)

The man seemed to smirk despite his injuries. Revan chuckled lowly and turned to leave. (I expect you to be healthy in one month. I'm growing tired of your men killing your replacements.) Another cold chuckle followed.

Canderous's bionic eye flashed again, this time with a hint of humour.


/Thanks again to VMorticia and Kosiah for making my fic more readable.

Blackpoolbird: Glad you liked it and welcome. Thanks for the review. I'm sorry that I had to delete your review because I needed to get this fic on the net. "Continuation" is gonna take some time for me to upload it.

Prisoner 24601: Hmm…I'm not surprised that the web swallowed it up. I spent three, four days (?) trying to get it up on the web. Thanks for the praises, I'm now blushing like a typical schoolgirl. /Groans/. I'm glad that you think that the confrontation was good. I thought that it'd be too out of character for Carth to join her too since he's the Republic lover. About Jolee, keep wondering…:evillol: You shall know the truth when time passes… muahahaha!

Nima Onasi: Thanks! And welcome! I hope you'll like this chapter, and the answer to your wild guess is shown here. :-) Like what I wrote on my bio, I'm sadistic. :evillol: again./ I don't believe in happy endings… -- pessimist

Alice the Raven: Thanks! Here's the new chapter!

Kosiah: Glad you liked it and thanks. Revan's evilness in chapter one is nothing. You've read this one, and wait for the future ones! Muahahahaha!

Ether-fanfic: Heh heh…glad you liked it. The boy? Hmm…I'll let you find out in this chapter. : p Yeah, I know. When I played DS one of the saddest things was killing Jolee. I love that old man and his sarcasm. /Holds up a big sign that says "Welcome Back, Jolee!"/

Arrow: Hmm…that I have to agree to. There are just so few of them out there…

Annakie: Heh, thanks. Actually, I had a lot of help from my betas, and they cleaned it up quite a bit. The unedited piece was…messy…and…had lots of weird stuff that I wrote due to my lack of attention and my so-so grammar and command of English. :p

Red Mage Neko: /Dances along with Red/ Mission/Shifty eyes/ Heh heh…I'm not promising anything here. : D