Darth Revan meditated under the darkness of his meditation chambers. The Sith Lord indeed was concerned on the whereabouts of his apprentice – Lord Narius. He sensed that the young man had a deep emotional connection with the Echani woman and the scoundrel Jedi.

"Master Revan, we have found the Polar Region milord." A Dark armored troop came in with a crisp salute. Revan opened his eyes, a maniac smile spreading on his lips. The Dark Lord pushed the hair away from his face.

"Excellent and Lord Narius, have you found him as well?" He was most anxious to track his apprentice and bring out the truth. There was something the boy was not telling him, and he sensed it.

"No milord, but we have found activity over the region. Our broad range sensors picked up the sound of cyber waves being generated over one of the last circuits that supposedly died a while ago."

This was indeed interesting. He contorted his face in amusement, lofting both eyebrows. How could they have missed something like this? And why would someone try to hide their presence it was just to suspicious and perhaps all to sweet at the same time.

"Very good, tell your men to touch down to the surface of the Polar Region right away." He wouldn't reveal the reasons to his men unless it was necessary, this was Sith business strictly.

The Dark Lord stood up, drawing himself to a menacing height above his men and left the meditation quarters for the bridge…

Darth Narius could honestly say that he did not expect this type of welcome. The Sith stared boringly and annoyed into the ceiling. First thing his mask came off, Atton assumed he was a shape shifter and chucked him into one of the spare rooms of the academy and held him there. Oddly though, he didn't see any Jedi.

The room wasn't the worst he had been in. It had a refresher, a washroom and a bed, which was a considerable thing for the adjoining room in this one which he, had no luxury of in the Nova. Master Revan considered the absence of luxury a hardening thing for character in a Sith Lord.

The hours seemed to pass by at a slow rate, to slow for his taste. He ran a hand through his hair. It wouldn't be real hard to escape from the low quality lock, all it took was a little application of the Force to mechanism and he would be free. Though his lightsaber was gone his skill in the Force out did all.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when the door opened revealing none other then Atton Rand. His face had maintained the pale color it assumed since he had taken off his mask.

The Jedi walked up to him, his eyes revealing a ton of question and distrust in the Sith. "Who are you?" His voice shook with frustration.

Narius sighed and rolled his eyes. "Atton, you know who I am. I'm your friend, the one who told you to come here in the first place. By the way, I am wondering if you have trained up the Jedi properly."

Atton leered at him. "Your lying. The identity you are assuming is one of a dead Jedi and the most noble one. Darius died a year after he left!" His voice was dripping with anger by the minute.

"How do you propose I prove anything to you?" Narius still held a composed, calm air around him. Atton was no master.

"Alright, how about a little test. Try to break into my mind." This wouldn't be hard. It was a simple answer.

"I can't you already told me about your Pazaak thing." Now the Sith was beginning to get annoyed.

Atton raised an eyebrow at him. He stalked out of the room, motioning "Darius" to follow him.

Narius stood up from his sitting position on the bed and followed him up the stairs to the docking bay. He knew his way around the academy quite well after his two days of recent with his latest visit to Atris. That reminded him. "What has become of Atris?" He didn't really care.

Now the Jedi began to show belief in him. "She, she died a year ago."

Narius nodded as they continued to take their walk. He was becoming extremely bored. Physically he could endure the walk, but mentally in patience, no. This was to boring for the young Sith Lord.

They finished their trek through the academy within five minutes before stopping in front of a circular, rusty red ship. His eyes popped out of his head. "The Ebonhawk! I thought you had disposed of this a while ago!"

Now there were no more doubts in the Jedi's mind. "By the four moons, you are Darius." He breathed. The Jedi went up to him and embraced his friend. The young Sith gave him a look of confusion, amazed at this display of emotion.

"Good to see you too Atton." He said uncertainly. The scoundrel looked up to give him a wide spread grin.

"Someone else wants to see you. She was really sad and withdrawn over the year. Your appearance has made it worse." Atton displayed sympathy in his tone.

Suddenly the ice in Narius' eyes melted. "Where is Brianna?" "Your room." Was the simple response.

Darth Narius reached into the Force and bolted down the corridor, the grinning face of Atton Rand following him…

Revan's icy gaze turned to anger as he noticed his guards acting strangely. He had been disturbed from his reflection in his quarters. The ship had yet to board in the Polar Region, the satellite was still broad searching the terrain for any sign of life in the refuge they supposedly found.

The Sith Lord ran a hand through his long, thick black hair. He was getting tired of waiting but patience was always a useful trait in the line of deceit. He watched boringly out the Star Port window, ships went by the wreckage of space – indeed quite the under concept of enjoyment.

"Lord Revan, there is a Duros Bounty Hunter on the communications graph. He requests to speak to you, what should I tell him." Revan sat up straight lofting both eyes. A Duros, how amusing.

"I shall be there at once." Was his prompt reply. The Sith straightened up for a moment then headed over to the terminal next door.

"Yes, Lord Revan will be here within the moment." He heard the captain say in a hurry. He looked up for a moment, recognizing the Dark Lord. "Yes, he is here now."

Revan took the comm. Screen. "A Duros contacting the Nova? What is your business for disturbing our vessel."

The bounty hunter looked red on the screen. "I am a survivor of the Outer Rim purge your greatness. I know that you and Darth Narius are the lords of the outer rim. I also know where your apprentice lingers at this moment." There was hint of slyness to the bounty hunter's flushed appearance.

Revan straightened up, his attention now fully focused on the screen. "And where would that be?"

The Duros held his hand up. "You see, that is where reward comes. Unless you agree to the sum of 50,000 credits, I will not give you the coordinates to the hidden place and the other details a Sith would love to know."

Suddenly a thought crossed him. Revan pursed his lips, he would play along with this bounty hunter for a little bit. "I agree to your terms. Now give me my information bounty hunter…" The deal was made…

Darth Narius stopped at the door of his chambers, his body drenched in sweat. In the long run, he had made it with the Force surmised to say within two minutes. His scar began to throb as a constant reminder, in his mind, that this was a Jedi – the race that betrayed him.

"And the ones that will pay." He mumbled to himself. However he was only quoting his master, not his heart.

Darth Narius unlike the Sith followed his heart to the very end and no one could change him from his path. The young Sith relished the thought for two years to be in the company of his friends, especially a particular Echani woman again.

He flattened the folds of his robes, shifting uncomfortably. A small lump formed in his throat – he didn't know if he could face her.

Sucking it in he decided he needed to do what needed to be done. The young man collected himself and opened the door.

"Why are you doing this?" The voice was miserable and pain stricken. He knew she didn't believe it was him.

"Excuse me?" Narius asked, turning to see her beautiful yet sorrowful form sitting on his bed. "I am not doing anything. Listen, I know you are upset – you think I am not Darius that I am some shape shifter." It took him some courage to refer to himself as the man he considered a traitor.

She looked up at him, her eyes, her beautiful blue eyes covered in hot tears. Narius walked over to her and sat next to the Jedi sending soothing waves of energy through the Force. He was surprised that she could resist them. "I never thought I would see you again." She whispered, turning head away from him.

The Sith leaned in and turned her face to his, only a breath apart the two were. "Don't be sad for me. I am here now and am not going anywhere." How he hated to lie like that. He knew he would have to inevitably face Revan. Another promise he could not keep.

But he wasn't there to be loved. This was just another ploy to calm her down and force the Jedi into a sense of false security so he could strike them down, right?

He gazed into her eyes and she in his. He felt as if the worlds revolved, at this moment around and her and no one else. Darth Narius lost himself in her beautiful eyes which were glossed over with tears. He leaned in and kissed her.

Then and there he was going to stop but when she didn't pull away he continued to brush his lips against hers, deepening the kiss as he held her close. He could kiss her for hours, days…

She pulled away. "I don't understand you?" She sat up.

Narius gave her a puzzled look, the ice slowly returning to his eyes. "I thought you knew my heart?"

"I… I thought I did. Then you come back and are entirely different. Your eyes, your walk – all of it seems to carry the same shade it did when I first met you."

The Sith stood up, alarmed that she seemed to figure him out right away. Did she know his hidden agenda as well? That would make trust even harder. "I'm sorry." "But you don't mean it." She shot back boldly. Her voice carried a certain passion mixed with anger. "Darius, you've changed and not for the better. You eyes are cold and flecked with ice, and your walk is of the hunter who wants to hide himself then strike without reason. You are not the same."

He looked at the floor. He couldn't reveal anything could he? No, he needed to contact his master. "And I don't love you anymore." She added.

And there he lost his heart. Narius turned away, rage shown brightly in his eyes. He couldn't hide the eddy of dark energy he let free and swirl around him. She had betrayed him – all the Jedi did. Apparently she was one smarter then Atton Rand who did not see through his mask.

"So be it." Was his cold response. It seeped with a mark of pain and betrayal…