Hello friends! I've officially edited chapters 1-4 before this one just to fix and add clarification/ more detail. I want to thank you again for your continued support, it is very much appreciated. There's plety of twists and turns to come! More Malak to come as well muhaha. Enjoy and feel free to comment with any comments or concearns :)

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Revan tossed and turned in the small steel bunk that he had claimed as his own for the night. He often had trouble falling asleep because of the nightmares that seemed to haunt him more often than he cared to enjoy. It was almost better to lay awake throughout the night and rest through meditation than to be mentally tormented by the screams and visions of the past. Looking over to the holoclock hanging from a small nail in the thick metal wall, he sighed as he read the neon letters 3:04 a.m. Revan quickly rolled back onto his back, letting his feet dangle rather comically off the end of his bed in order to fit comfortably on the lumpy cott. After a few minutes of staring blankly up at the ceiling, he forced his eyes shut and resorted to the force to lull him into a peaceful slumber.

When he opened his eyes again he found himself enclosed in complete darkness. He could feel his heart rate begin to pick up in panic when suddenly a light flickered in the distance as if he were in a long tunnel. He followed after the light, desperate to be enveloped in it once again. A dark chill ran down his spine as he picked up his pace. When he finally reached the light, he found himself in a small, ancient room, almost like a large catacomb. The walls were cracked and brown with age, laden with words scratched deep into them. He had an unsettling feeling that he had been here before. Revan moved his feet slowly towards one of the walls running his hand across the rough surface as he remebered the memory more clearly now. This was not a dream, but a was the temple he discovered with Malak after they had ran from the Jedi Order. He vaugely remebered stummbling across the ancient Sith temple by accident while he and his old friend were chasing down a Mandalorian vessel. He never wanted to leave the Jedi, but he had no choice other than to follow his heart. Revan dropped his hand quickly at the familiar deep grumble of his former apprentice. "Did you hear that?"

He examined the frieghtened look in his friend's youthfull eyes and let his own gaze trail down to his jaw, a prominent jaw at that. He watched curiously as a younger version of himself crept closer to a dark tunnel the extended out infront of them. "Yeah. Come on, I think the Mandalorians may have found cover when they spotted us."

He followed after himself and Alek as they stalked their way through the pitch black tunnel and entered a room almost identical to the one they were just in. A voice filled his head, wrapping around him like a warm blanket, coaxing him to come closer, to follow it. Looking down, he frowned as he felt his finger grip around a device. "Yes" the voice echoced to him once again "Give into the power, it is your destiny." The distinct sound of a lightsaber igniting filled the room and a deep red light tinted the walls as the overwhelming sense of power filled him. This was the exact moment he turned to the dark sie, the moment he abandoned his teaching in the light side for pursuit of something more, something deeper. In front of him stood a tall man dressed in the dark robes of a Sith lord. The man's face contorted into a wicked smile and he watched as Malak looked back at him in astonishment before the vision quickly changed .

Revan found himself in the same ancient temple, only this time he was in his own body again. His eyes locked onto the lightsaber he yeilded in the previous memory laying across a podium in the center of the room, but was surprised to see a woman standing behind it instead of the Sith Lord. As he inched closer to the ancient relic the woman snapped her head up to meet his eyes as in awaken from a meditative state. Those eyes, he knew those eyes. Deep grey eyes looked into his own with a starnge darkness to them as apposed to the usual shimmer of light he found to be quite enjoyable. "Bastila?"

He quickened his pace as she moved in front of the podium to meet him in the center of the room. As he closed in on her, he heard a familiar modulated voice behind him as he was frozen in place. He turned to meet eyes with his former apprentice, but instead of the innocent deep brown eyes he used to possess, he was met with sickening yellow eyes that glared back at him. He could feel the anger fill up inside of him as he remebered the betrayal, the pain and suffering that this man had caused him. Revan refused to awknowlegde the sith and instead turned to Bastila who wore deep blue robes and had a black hood brought up around her head that left a wicked shadow over her face. "Bastila."

She would not respond to him, but remained still. "Padawan, please take care of our guest, would you."

As Revan turned around to face Malak, he wore an expression of shock at the words that had escaped his friends lips. Did he say padawan? Something isn't right. Before he could turn around, an excrutiating pain reverberated through his chest as a red light shot through it. Bastila stood behind him holding a light saber through his chest as he gasped out in pain.

Revan shot up quickly in the small cott, racking his lungs for air as the pain slowly faded. Throwing his legs off the side of the cott, he threw off the bunched up sheets around his waist and made his way towards the door. The halls of the ship were absolutely silent at this hour, he assumed everyone had fallen asleep for the night. As he made his way to the cockpit, he felt his mind disconnect from his surrounding, still shaken from his dream. He was only brought back to reality when he bumpped into something that let out a small sqweak in response. Big grey eyes stared back into his own as he tried to fight the strange panic that she had evoked from him and the deep ache in his chest. He noticed the light glimmer in her eyes and let out a breath he didnt know he held in as she took a few steps back and away from him.

Bastila POV

Bastila looked up at the tall man surprised as her eyes locked onto the dark circles under his deep green eyes and the way his hair messily framed his angular face. She responded hesitantly, "sorry, I was just grabbing some water." She noticed the slight flinch of his wrist as she stepped closer to him and raised her voice slightly to make sure he heard her. "Revan?"

A cold chill ran through her as he finally made eyecontact with her, eyes glassed over and distant. He ran a hand through his hair shakily smoothing it out as he casually responded, still lost in some kind of trance "Hmm?"

"Is something wrong?" She took a slow step towards him, worried about the mental state of Dark Lord, wondering if this happend to him frequently. She contiued carefully, "I can practically feel your anxiety like my own."

He visibly shook his head and his once glassed over eyes cleared as he let out a cough. His voice took up an annoyed tone, "You should get some rest, it's late."

A laugh escaped her throat as she tried to lighten the dark mood that was looming off of the massive Sith Lord in front of her. "Maybe you should follow your own advice. You look terrible."

The man in front of her fell silent, either not hearing her or deciding it best not to respond. She recognized an almost frieghtened look in his eyes that she was unfamiliar with. She supposed he was unfamiliar with this as well, but never the less she knew that look all too well from her own experience. "Was it a nightmare?"

He swifly brushed off her question, playing it cool. His tone coming out harsher than usual. "It was nothing."

Ignoring his blatant regaurd for maners, Bastila decided to push him further to see what could shake up the infamous Darth Revan so much. She stepped closer to him, supporting a gentle tone, "You know, I've been told I'm a very good listener."

He gave her a pointed look, clearly not believing her, but at least the dark aurora around him seemed to fade and she could've sworn she saw a slight smirk on his face. "Whoever told you that, clearly never had a conversation with you."

She was walking a dangerous line and she knew it, but things seemed to be working fine thus far so she decided to push again. She shot her hands up in the air in surrender before responding, "I can when I want to be. I'm just saying maybe I can offer you some relief."

His head slowly moved back up from it's bowed position and he locked his eyes onto hers. There was an intense seriousness to him that she was not used to seeing. Something deep, passionate almost. "Now why would you want to do that? I thought I was a monster to you."

She was perplexed at his aquisition, she didn't think comments like that got to people like him. Maybe she was wrong about him. "Well, I thought- I- you look like you could use a friend."

He brushed her off one again, this time more agitated, "I'm fine."

"Revan."

"Just go back to sleep Bastila."

He brushed past her quickly before he could protest, leaving her completely dumbfounded. Why had he been so cold? Maybe this was the Revan that ruled the Sith, the Revan that had personally disfigured his closest friend in the most dispicable way. The darkness that surrounded him was hard not to notice, it was a darkness she had little experience detecting. She knew he was plauged by some kind of nightmare, for he had the same wild look in his eyes that she had before he bumped into her and knocked her back into reality. She wondered if his nightmare was as shocking as hers. Surely she would never fall to the darkside, but she couldnt help shake the feeling of the darkness ceeping into the edges of her mind.

As she closed her eyes she could still see the sickening glow of red across the ancint walls. She couldn't forget the feeling of plunging the angry blade through the chest of Revan. Her eyes snapped open quickly and she took in a deep breath to lull the darkness that tempted her. Taking a long swig of her now lukewarm water, Bastila looked over to the holoclock on the wall reading 4:32 before sighing and heading back to her bunk to get as much sleep as she could before they reached Kashyk.