This was certainly an... interesting experience for Revan. Just a few hours ago, he was going about a perfectly normal day. Then, he found himself going through a worm-hole and stopping a god-like being from obtaining a magic rock that will further his goal of annihilating half of all life. Quite the jump.

He wished so much that things could return to the way they were. Before he was exiled. He could never stop thinking about that day. Should he have handled things differently? Should he have just abandoned his ideology and stayed? He didn't know. Some days, he felt like the traitor here. Maybe he should have thought of Bastila. And Carth. And HK-47, and Mission, and Zaalbar, and all his friends that he left because he believed he was in the right.

Or maybe the Jedi deserved it. They completely erased his identity for their own agenda. Ever since the day he learned who he really was, his life was a constant identity crisis. Who was he? A slave to the Jedi? A conquering psychopath? Alone? He was everything, yet nothing. He felt alone. He was alone.

But maybe...

Maybe he could start over? Start a new life here? Leave his troubles behind, and at last be free and not alone. He could do whatever he wants after all this is over. He could conquer the galaxy, he could serve it, or he could come and go as he pleased. Why shouldn't he? The Jedi somehow managed to absolutely destroy his reputation within the Republic, so he wasn't exactly going to receive a warm welcome if he were to return. He never knew his family since the Jedi took him as a baby, and there was nothing for him on his home world. Maybe he could join Star Lord's crew? "The Guardians of the Galaxy", they called themselves. They definitely seemed to be an adventurous bunch. He chose to speak to the captain. Learn a thing or two about where he was.

He found him in the cockpit, working on one of the consoles. He turned his head. "Hey," he said. "Revan, right?"

"Yeah," replied Revan. "So, what's your real name, then?"

Star Lord smirked. "Peter Quill," he replied.

"So Star Lord is basically your nickname, then?" Revan said.

"Outlaw name," replied Quill. "My mother used to call me that when I was little. She's dead now, so I kept it in her memory."

Revan nodded solemnly. "I'm sorry," he said sympathetically.

"Thanks," Quill replied. "Not to mention, it also sounds hella' cool!" Quill finished enthusiastically.

Revan chuckled. "Sure does," he replied. Revan took a seat.

"So, what is it you guys do, exactly?" Revan inquired.

Peter thought for a moment. "Well, we do the right thing and get paid," he replied. "Well, mostly."

"Mostly?" Revan questioned.

"Well, y'know," replied Quill. "If you're a stuck-up asshole, we'll get you back some how. Steal something, stuff like that."

"I... see," Revan replied. Before Revan could continue, Quill interjected.

"So, what's your story?" he said.

Revan sighed. "Not a happy one," he replied solemnly. "My past isn't a comfortable subject for me, but I'll tell you what I can."

Quill nodded in response. "So, uh, where are you from?" he asked.

"Snowy planet called Ferra," Revan replied. "Not all that interesting, but we have some damn tough fighters." He pointed at himself. "And I'm one of them," he proudly finished.

Quill nodded. "Can't say I've heard of that one," he said.

"Likely because it's probably in a different galaxy," Revan said.

Quill quickly looked at him. "How strong was that signal?" he exclaimed.

"It was my set-of-skills, not the signal," Revan said. "I had to jump my ship through a wormhole to get here."

Peter was visibly surprised, though understandably. "Alright!" he said, giving up on the subject. "So, what do you do?"

Revan thought for a moment. "Same thing as you, I guess," he replied. "I do what needs doing, and I get paid." Revan sat back and looked up. "Although, I mostly do my work out in the farther reaches of the galaxy. I don't have a very good reputation anywhere else."

"Why is that?" asked Peter.

"Long story short, it wasn't me!" Revan laughed. "I just disagreed with the wrong people." The goddamn Jedi Order.

"What kind of work, exactly?" asked Quill.

"Dealing with pirates, protection of innocents, that sort of thing," replied Revan.

"You do anything before that?" asked Quill. "Me, I used to be steal shit. Well, until I stole something that was a bit more than expected, but you get the point."

Revan sighed. "Nothing I like talking about," he replied grimly.

"Sorry," apologized Quill.

"It's alright," Revan assured. He almost wanted to tell Quill about him being a war-hero, but he knew that was tied too much to when he was the Dark Lord of the Sith.

There was a moment of silence before Revan changed the topic. "So, what do you want to do about Thanos on Titan?" he said.

Star Lord thought for a moment. "It's a little early to get into the details since I don't know the terrain yet," he replied. "But I think our main goal should be to get that glove off."

"Simple enough," Revan replied. "Not to mention, something tells me we're going to have some unexpected assistance. They will also need to be accounted for."

"The Force?" said Quill.

"The Force," replied Revan.

An unexpected factor had been introduced. For years, Thanos had been planning this. For years, he manipulated the Infinity Stones into being within his grasp. But now...

Now a mysterious warrior had successfully kept him from the Space Stone. It was mere inches away from his fingers when it was pulled from his grasp.

Thanos knew little about this masked man, but he did know one thing.

For his plan to succeed, the man would need to be neutralized. He shoved aside the Black Order, Thanos' best warriors, as if they were nothing. He crippled his flagship, severely slowing him down - which wouldn't be a problem if the masked man hadn't escaped with the Tesseract. Repairs were going fast, but not fast enough. They were losing time.

This warrior knew what he was doing. It was unfortunate he didn't understand what Thanos was doing, however.

"Sire," said a voice from behind him. It was Ebony Maw, Thanos' most loyal servant. "I believe you would like to see this."

"What is it?" asked Thanos. Maw smiled. "I believe we have found the name of our mystery warrior." Thanos motioned for him to go on.

"It would seem his name is Revan," Maw said. "A powerful warrior from a distant galaxy. As matter of fact, perhaps even the most powerful."

"Is that so?" replied Thanos. "What else can you tell me of him?"

"He also seems to be enough of a tactical genius to have conquered half of his galaxy at one point," replied Maw. "So says his journal, of course." Ebony Maw paused. "But I'm assuming you would prefer more detail?"

"Go on," replied Thanos.

And Maw began to tell him things. About Revan's previous name, Eliah Zaykanian. A thing or two about his love life with Bastila Shan. How she was something called a "Jedi", and how was formerly, as well. Then Maw got into his past as a psychotic creature known as a Sith - indeed, he served as their Dark Lord, their leader. Something he deeply regretted. How he claims to have conquered half of the galaxy before having his identity wiped by none other than the Jedi. The journal said that he served as a Jedi after that, than temporarily separated after learning of his real past, before returning as Revan once again and tearing down the empire he created. And how the Jedi spat in his face by exiling him for disagreeing with their doctrines as Bastila Shan stood by and did nothing but defend the Jedi. It was all leverage against him. Knowledge is power, after all.

Thanos stood in silence for a moment. "For how much longer will we need to work on the ship?" he asked. Revan did quite a toll on Sanctuary II. Many of the weapons were destroyed beyond repair, there were various large hull breaches, and many of the ships systems weren't functioning correctly. One moment, the projectiles were moving away. The next, they were moving closer. And in but another moment, Sanctuary II had been crippled by its own missiles.

"Are the Q-ships finished repairs yet?" asked Thanos.

"Soon, my lord," replied Maw.

"As soon as they're ready," said Thanos. "Go to Earth with the others and bring me the other two Stones."

"What of you, my liege?" asked Maw.

"I will go to Knowhere to collect the Reality Stone from the Collector," he replied. "Find the Time and Mind Stones on Earth and bring them to me on Titan."

Maw nodded in obedience and left.

Soon after the Black Order left for Earth, Thanos prepared for his own trip to Knowhere. But he wasn't only going for the Reality Stone. His daughter, Gamora, knew the location of the Soul Stone - a luxury he didn't have. His plan was simple. Lure her and friends to Knowhere, where he would capture her. He would then use her captured sister, Nebula, as leverage in gaining the Stone's location from her.

After arriving at Knowhere, obtaining the Reality Stone from the Collector was child's play. It didn't take long for the coward to surrender the Stone under the pressure of the galaxy's largest warship and Thanos himself. There was a problem, however...

Gamora never came. Thanos waited and waited, but she never showed up. After some time, he was alerted that Gamora was on her way to Titan, instead.

Why? She had every logical reason to come here. The Asgardians knew where it was - hell, they even put it here - and had no reason not to tell her its location, considering their situation. But why was she going to Titan? Did they realize it was a trap? How? Gamora was far from a fool. She would have been careful with that knowledge. She would have been the only one on the ship to know its location, and the fact that she knew to begin with. So either Gamora and her friends didn't know Thanos was going to Knowhere, or they chose not to come so as to not risk the Soul Stone joining Thanos' collection. But how could they have known? As far as he knew, the Asgardians couldn't read minds - though Loki could have easily hidden such a skill - and the Guardians sure couldn't.

But what about Revan? Could he do it? It was possible. Thanos still knew little about his newfound enemy. But whether this was Revan's doing or not, Thanos knew he had to be eliminated from the picture. The only trick was how he would do it.

But that wasn't the objective. The objective was to gain the Infinity Stones and bring balance to the universe. And right now, he needed Gamora so he could get the Soul Stone. She was on her way to Titan now - maybe even there already. Assuming the Black Order did well on earth, Thanos already had two more Stones. If not, he could get them himself. The only real challenge he saw was obtaining the Space and Soul Stones. He would have to pry the Space Stone from Revan and the Asgardians, which would be quite the challenge, and he had to figure out a way to capture Gamora and use her to obtain the Soul Stone. It was also possible that they were all in the same place, since Revan and the Asgardians were rescued by Gamora and her companions. That would be both an advantage and disadvantage. On one hand, he could kill two birds with one stone. On the other, there were more adversaries to deal with, though that could be made up for with extra help. Extra help would take too long, however. He would have to go himself. Well...

As if that will be genuine issue.