Dark Messiah: The Beginning

Disclaimer I DON NOT OWN STAR WARS (proceeds to cry)

Warning: Story contains some mild language, violence, and sexually references but not very much

Summary: This is my story of Revan's life starting from his early life up to. . . well you will just have to see how far I go. This is an AU story. It gets AU at the entry of Revan into the Mandalorian wars. This is my first story so be kind in your reviews. One more thing Revan is half Mandalorian and half Echani (interested yet) however, he will be refereed to as Echani. You will see why in the first few chapters. He is six at the start.

"Speaking"

Thinking

//Droid// (This is all that beeping and buzzing that droids like R2 make)

/Mental speaking/

Ch. 12 Family

I should have thought this through more then I did. Kreia realized as she sat in Yusanis office. Yusanis had left ten minutes ago to have a blood sample of Revan examined. The meeting with Yusanis and Varon had taken several hours. Most of it was her explaining how she had truly found Revan. She had learned about the daggers and more importantly, who Revan's mother was. To say this complicates things would be an understatement. Jedi aren't suppose to have attachments. Nevertheless, if I try to cut them off from Revan, Yusanis may tell the Jedi council where Revan really comes from. They may even try to gain custody of him. Vrook would love that. After several minutes of deep meditation, an idea came to her causing her to smile. Maybe this is advantages to Revan after all. A door closing behind her caused her to jump.

"The DNA results confirm Revans' identity." Yusanis announced as fell into the chair behind his desk. He placed his head in his hands as if he no longer had the energy to support his head.

"What's wrong?" Kreia questioned.

He glanced at her between his fingers. "It's just I was hoping that it wasn't her. That she had died in combat and not as a slave."

"You have my sympathy General," she paused a moment, "If you don't mind I would like to talk about Revans' future. I have a plan for him that I believe will be best for all parties involved."

Yusanis sat up in his chair his weariness forgotten. "Let's here it."

Revan was waiting with Falcar outside his uncles' office. After returning to the Silver Fox, he had quickly showered and changed his clothes. T3 had remained behind so he could recharge his power supply. They had arrived at Yusanis' office to find he was still speaking with his Master.

"What did you think of Laconia Revan?"

Revan turned to see Varon entering the waiting area. "It was great, especially the dueling dome."

"The dueling dome huh. Fight anyone?"

"Yes, your brother."

"Really," he turned towards Falcar, "how'd he do?"

"Not bad. Giving a few years of work he'll be a great fighter."

Revan smiled at the praise he was receiving from the older male. After a few minutes of silence, Revan decided to ask a question that had been bothering him. "I've learned a lot about your city and people today but I still know so little about you two."

The two brothers smiled at Revan. "What do you want to know about us?" Varon asked.

"Well your uncle is Yusanis. So who are your mother and father?" Did they just flinch? Must have been my eyes playing tricks on me.

"My father and I bear the same name," Varon explained, "He died seven years ago."

"And your mother?"

Both Varon and Falcar looked away from Revan and the room became uncomfortable quiet. Finally, Yusanis secretary broke the silence and told them to continue into the office.

Revan walked into the well-furnished office. As he sat down next to his Master he took notice of all the various weapons, old and new, that hung on the walls. Varon and Falcar sat on his left side opposite of Kreia.

"Hello Revan."

Revan turned from the crossbow he had been examining and met the eyes of the great Yusanis himself. He had been expecting an older man considering that he was a general. Yet the man before him looked no more thirty years of age. His eyes however looked worn and tired mixed with a twinkle of hope. "Hello sir," Revan replied sheepishly.

"We have a lot to talk about I believe." Yusanis reached into his desk a pulled out a small holorecorder. He then placed it in front of Revan and activated it. Immediately a beautiful young woman appeared on the desk. "We have confirmed through DNA tests that this is your mother Selena."

Revan leaned forward and studied the image in front of him. She's as beautiful as I thought she would be. Revan realized as tears started to form in his eyes, the light from the holo causing them to sparkle as minuscule diamonds.

"Would you like me to tell you about her?"

Revan nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of Yusanis voice. So focused on the image he had forgotten that there were others in the room. "Ye… yes." Revan finally managed to answer, his powerful emotions causing his voice to crack.

"Selena," Yusanis began, "was a wonderful woman. She was a legendary duelist, wining seven consecutive dueling titles and setting several world records. The custom daggers were her trophies." I wonder were the seventh is? "She would have won eight but a young man named Varon beat her in the final round. Almost immediately after the match she took him as her mate."

Revan's mouth fell open. Did he say Varon? He turned to his left and stared, wide eyed, at the two brothers.

"Welcome home little brother." Varon said as Falcar gave Revan's shoulder a gentle squeeze.

Kreia sat watching as tears began to fall down her padawans face. She wasn't concerned because she could tell through their weak bond that they were tears of joy.

"Your mother," Yusanis continued, "was a vary adventuress and outgoing woman, much like my brother Varon. They were always seeking new challenges to test themselves. It's what lead them to take charge of a military outpost that was being setup near Mandalorian territory." Yusanis finished his explanation and watched as Revan tried to take in all he had learned.

I have brothers, ones that don't want to beat me up like Tyber always did. But won't I have to give them up to be a Jedi. His happiness turned to dread as he realized this. I want to be a Jedi, but I also want to get to know my mother's family. Revan glanced at those sitting around him. "What happens to me now?" He asked dreading the answer.

"Revan," Kreia began, "originally I had planed to take you to one of the more isolated Jedi enclaves. However, things have obviously changed, and Yusanis and I have come to agreement concerning you. I am going to maintain custody of you and will teach you what you need to be a fine Jedi. That training will take place here on Laconia. I have never been one for physical combat, and while I can teach you a few tricks that can help you win a fight, I am by no means a Jedi Guardian. Luckily, for you Jedi and Echani combat forms are very similar. Therefore, I am going to leave your combat training in the hands of Yusanis, with the exception of lightsaber combat of course. Does that sound satisfactory?" Revan was at a lost for words when he heard what his Master had planed for him. All he could manage was nod of his head. "Good, and Revan we have to keep this secret or the council might intervene."

"I think," Yusanis announced looking at his wrist chronometer, "that we should retire for the night. However, Varon as Selena's oldest son these daggers are rightfully yours." As he finished he passed Varon a wooden box that contained the Echani daggers.

Varon accepted the box. "I never thought I would ever see these again." He turned and handed the box to Revan. "You keep them little brother."

"What! But Varon there rightfully you…"

"Yes they are," Varon interrupted Revans protest, "and I can give them to anyone I wish. Consider it a welcome gift and proof of you being part of our family."

"I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything, but if you feel indebted to me then you can work of the debt by becoming one of my sparing partners."

"Sure."

Kreia stood up and headed towards the door. "Come along Revan its getting late and you need your rest." Revan stood and followed Kreia out of the room.

"That was an excellent gesture Varon."

"Thank you uncle."

"What did you think of the boy Falcar?"

"He reminds me of our mother especially his eyes."

"Yes, they are filled with the same passion that your mother possessed. He will be great one day." The brothers nodded in agreement.

AN: Be prepared for a time jump. Say nine years.