After Jolee and Canderous left, Revan rummaged through her trunk. While she couldn't wear her Jedi robes on Korriban, she could wear the sheer robes she had purchased during a brief sojourn on Nar Shadaa. The vender claimed the robes were the legacy of a force sensitive, a rogue Jedi who commissioned them to enhance the wearer's connection to the force.

Revan had wondered at the time what other trades the Rogue Jedi might have plied as she traveled the galaxy, for they left very little to the imagination. She'd made the purchase on a whim, with a certain Republic officer in mind...

She slipped them on, her wistful memories softening her movements. The sheer material clung to her body, suggestively outlining the curves of her well-toned, athletic form.

She grinned in spite of herself.

Master Vrook would have a conniption if he found out. The thought almost made it worth it while…

Bastilla.

Bastilla would not approve and would express her disapproval as loudly and vehemently as Vrook himself would.

She sighed, deep and shuttering, wishing momentairly to be free from the fetters that went along with her bond to Bastilla.

With rapid strokes she brushed out her long black hair, allowing it fall about her face. She added some dark makeup to her face then studied the finished result. She had no illusions of disguise. Recent events made her the single most recognizable Jedi in the galaxy. She could no more hope to blend in than she could hope for Bastilla's untempered support in the plan.

She narrowed her eyes in shrewd evaluation. The question was not could she blend in. The question was could she make them believe that her loyalties were still flexible?

She nodded, once, and licked her lips.

She would definitely pass for a fallen Jedi. Her appearance and her charisma would guarantee her admission into the academy. Or what was left of it. And if she had to do something distasteful in the process, at least she would save Carth's wife.

She heard a knock at her door.

"Come in." she said reluctantly, half expecting to see an angry Bastilla, given the force of the bond between them.

She also had little confidence in the old man's ability to remain silent. But when the door opened it was Carth.

"We've landed on Korriban. Jolee and Canderous said that you had some sort of plan…"

When he saw her his jaw dropped. She refrained from smiling.

"Wh—What are you wearing?"

She shrugged.

"It's part of my plan."

"B—But that outfit is…it's not appropriate for a Jedi! Bastilla would agree."

"Yes she would."

Bastilla joined Carth in the doorway.

"You cannot leave the ship like that! It is unbecoming to the order."

Revan sighed, her hands balling into fists at her side. She'd expected this, known what Bastilla's reaction would be from the moment she'd formulated the plan, but her indignant tones and the outraged emotional echoes trickling down their shared bond still stung.

"But very becoming to her," Canderous said from behind Bastilla.

"That is beside the point," Carth protested, but his eyes were focused somewhat lower than her face.

"Look," Revan said commandingly. "My plan is to look like a fallen Jedi. If you want to get into the academy, we have to do things my way."

"She's right, Carth," Bastilla admitted reluctantly. "No real Jedi in their right mind would dress in such a fashion. It gives her authenticity she wouldn't have otherwise."

"I still don't like it," Carthpersisted stubbornly.

Revan smiled. "Fortunately, Carth, it's not your decision."

In the Korriban hub, Carth and Revan made their way to the docking official. They were greeted by an officer, along with a squadron of Sith troopers, aimed and ready.

"Halt Jedi!" the Sith demanded.

Revan stopped and faced them coyly.

"Yes?"

The general hesitated, distracted by her appearance.

"Have I done something wrong?'

"No Jedi are allowed on Korriban. You will be executed."

He motioned to his troopers. But Revan ignored them and made her way to the commander.

"Surely, sir, the Sith need all the help they can get?"

The general's eyes ran over her scantily clad body.

"State your mission."

"Why to join the academy, of course."

The general eyed her skeptically.

"Do you find that so hard to believe? There is a power gap within the Sith. I desire to fill it."

So great was her persuasion that she could feel even Carth beginning to wonder if she was telling the truth.

The general dropped his weapon.

"I will take you to the Administrator. Follow me."

The Administrator's office was, to Revan's surprise, the former Czerka office on Korriban. After the death of Malak, rumors that the Sith had forced all companies not allied with them off the planet, had floated around certain circles, but Revan was amazed at the audacity of the Sith to act so openly. The Jedi had been foolish to assume that the Sith would scatter following the loss of leadership.

The Administrator sat with his back to them; the general went and whispered in his ear.

"A fallen Jedi? How interesting." He whirled to face them. And stopped, staring at Revan. His expression became calculating.

"A fallen Jedi, and an attractive one at that. Tell me Jedi, who is your companion?"

He seemed to place an ironic inflection upon the word, Jedi, as if he knew perfectly well that Revan was no mere Jedi. She forced down a shiver of foreboding. Even if he was onto her, her plans should remain unchanged. The Administrator was not hideous, she noted with relief. It made her job that much easier.

She shrugged and without looking at Carth said: "He's nothing. A slave."

The Administrator laughed.

"So tell me." He said nonchalantly, eyeing her up and down. "Why does a Jedi with your obvious talents seek to join the Sith?"

She walked toward the desk and leaned forward.

"I should think the benefits are obvious."

"Hmm…are they indeed? Well… I suppose I could recommend you for the academy... But we Sith aren't in the habit of doing favors."

"Oh?" said Revan archly. She slid onto the desk with a careless ease and sat facing him.

"And what could you possibly want in return?"

She felt his eyes slide over her body.

"That, we can discuss in my chambers. Away from prying eyes."

The Administrator looked pointedly at Carth and his own guards.

Revan traced a finger along the Administrator's lips, making subtle use of the Force to enhance her persuasion.

"Not so fast. First get me into the academy. Then we'll discuss your payment."

The Administrator laughed.

"A shrewd businesswoman."

"Of course." She said with a wink. "The other thing Sith aren't in the habit of is keeping their word."

The Administrator smiled a cold smile and stroked his chin.

"But then, how do I know I can trust you to live up to your end?"

Revan slid in closer, allowing him a good look down the open gap her robes. She exerted all of her powers of persuasion.

"I'll give you a down payment."

She leaned in and kissed him full on the mouth, locking her arms about his neck and molding her body to his frame. They broke a part with a gasp for air, the Administrator's breath coming in ragged pants.

"I shall...make the necessary arrangements. But I expect…full payment."

"Of course." Revan said, licking her lips seductively.