Disclaimer: Anything you recognize isn't mine. Anything that makes you go "what's that?" I made up.

Data: Yeah, I always thought that Revan was smart. And it's not smart to destroy a world's resources when you can use them, even if you had the Star Forge. As for deviation, I'm not quite certain. I'm just writing what comes to me. I might go WAY off line later lol.

snackfiend101: Well, Revan's more human than not (physically, not including her ruthlessness ;) ), so that even medical sensors didn't register it. My Revan is very secretive, especially when it comes to herself.

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A/N: I apologize in advance if I butchered something in the dialogue and/or situations. I'm tearing apart some things to suit my amusement (and hopefully yours), but at the same time I'm trying to follow the storyline as it intersects with my own. Sadly, I might not remember exact dialogues. It doesn't help if I don't particularly like the level (or certain persons) hehe.

Warning: This is an evil Revan. Considering you know that Revan has her complete memories, I think this warning is totally pointless... meh, I'm babbling.

Chapter 4: Endar Spire

Walking down the streets of a busy spaceport on H'rres, Revan's eyes searched for a specific hotel. When she had been released from the medical facility, Revan had immediately put her plans into action. Revan knew that the Sith would not swear their allegiance to her again until she had wrested her mantle back from Malak. The first step in her plan was eliminating Bastila. Even if she regained her fleet the brat would be a danger to her. So either Bastila would join her, or die.

There it was. The Opulent Cloud. Revan casually strode past, then using the Force to see if she was noticed, slipped into the alley behind. Kneeling, Revan expertly sliced the backdoor security lock into the hotel. Avoiding the reception area, Revan took the lift to the 3rd floor. Checking to see if anyone was around, Revan walked down a corridor. When she found the door she was looking for she reached out and probed with the Force. There was one person in the room. Revan smiled and entered.

The room was dark with the lights off. Revan softly walked to the bedroom. There was a woman seated at a desk reading a datapad. She had the same basic features and build of Revan. As Revan stepped into the room, she turned.

"What? W-who are you? What are you doing in my room?!" She asked. She was clearly frightened but hid it well.

"Are you Jamisa Itiri? The one scheduled for transfer to the Endar Spire?" Revan asked casually.

"Yes I am. How do you know me?" Jamisa asked. She felt a chill of dread run up her spine. She began to edge toward her weapons and communicator.

"I know you because you are one of the keys to my plans." Revan remarked. She raised her hand.

"I don't know wh-" Jamisa's eyes widened as she felt something constricting her throat. A Sith! She started to struggle against the pressure to no avail. The world went black.

Revan watched as she crumbled. Good. Now for herself... Revan removed a case of semi-permanent make-up from an inner pocket.

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Revan's eyes flew open at the warning the Force was screaming at her. What the-? she thought as a loud booming and violent vibration rattled her bed. Revan bolted for her locker and gear as another explosion rocked the ship.

Just as Revan was dressed and ready to head for the escape pods, her door hissed open and her bunkmate Trask rushed in.

"Jamisa!" he cried, "We're being attacked by a Sith battle fleet!" Revan tried not to roll her eyes. How many times have I told him to call me 'Arcana'? 1000? "C'mon! We've got to find Bastila!" He grabbed his gear.

"Bastila? Why?" Revan asked. "She's a Jedi. She can take care of herself. I'm heading to the pods."

Trask gaped at her. "Bastila's the commanding officer of the Endar Spire! Well, not really but-"

"All right!" Malakmouth. "Let's go find Bastila." The pods are on the way there anyway. Revan thought. She drew her blaster and followed him out. Their comms suddenly crackled to life. 'This is Carth Onasi on your personal communicators. The Sith are threatening to overrun our position. All hands to the bridge!'

"That was Carth Onasi!" Trask said urgently. Revan gritted her teeth at the stupid statement. If all Republic soldiers were like this, no wonder they were so easily defeated. If it wasn't for the Jedi... "If he says things are bad, you better believe it!" Trask continued, oblivious to her ire.

As they rounded a corner, they ran into a fierce fight. "These Sith must be the advanced boarding party!" Trask exclaimed between shooting. "For the Republic!" he cried.

Can he never shut up? Revan thought, bringing down 3 Sith with precise shots. She had no qualms shooting her people. They were just muscle for the Sith fleet. Continuing on they encountered a Sith and a female Jedi in a fierce duel.

"It's a Dark Jedi!" Trask said. No, it's the Starlight Entertainers dancing duet! Revan thought sarcastically. "This fight is too much for us! We'd better stay back! All we'd do is get in the way!"

Revan shrugged. Fine by her. She watched as the Jedi barely managed to defeat the Sith. Revan sensed a power conduit behind the Jedi. Reaching out to the Force, Revan viciously pulled at it, causing it to explode and instantly killing the Jedi. One less Jedi to deal with. Revan thought with satisfaction.

"Damn!" Trask swore, "That was one of the Jedi accompanying Bastila! We could have used her help."

Revan tried to control her temper. Trask was beginning to get on her nerves. When they managed to open the door to the bridge, they were met by nearly half a dozen blaster muzzles. Warned by the Force, Revan dodged. Unfortunately Trask was too slow. He yelped and stumbled.

Forget the blaster! Drawing a vibroblade, Revan screamed a bloodthirsty battlecry and lunged, easily dodging blaster bolts. Startled, the Sith fumbled for their melee weapons. Their distraction was fatal.

By the time the last Sith dropped Trask was already limping toward the door to the starboard section. "Bastila's not on the bridge. She must have gone on to the escape pods. " He hesitated and said, "There's something behind here..." Revan could feel someone strong in the Darkside behind it. Before she could say something, Trask opened the door to reveal a Dark Jedi. Bandon, Revan's memory supplied. "Damn! It's another Dark Jedi! We don't stand a chance to defeat him! We have to run!" Trask said in a panicked tone.

Revan had had enough. "Oh, I'm sure you have a chance Trask." Before Trask could register what she said, Revan propelled him into the room with Bandon. Reaching out to the Force she hit the door controls, sealing him in with the Sith. "A million to one chance." Revan said, grinning as she felt him die.

She went on. Without Trask to burden her, she easily cut through the remaining Sith. Twice, she received updates from Onasi telling her that Bastila had escaped and that she was the last on board. He tried to give some advice but she ignored it.

After looting a body of a weapon that caught her eye, Revan finally reached the pods.

"You made it!" Carth Onasi exclaimed in relief. He was wearing a jacket of the most sickening shade of orange Revan had ever seen.

"Who are you?" Revan asked suspiciously. No one in their right mind would wear something like that.

Carth smiled. "I'm just another Republic soldier like you." Another explosion rocked the Spire. "C'mon. We've got to get out of here before we turn into space dust."

Revan needed no second urging. She had already crashed in one doomed spacecraft, she wasn't about to be in another. Revan climbed into a pod, followed by Carth Onasi. With a sharp rumble the pod blasted away towards the planet below.

(Author: Yeah, I know, short chapter... But the Spire is so boring! :p Hopefully Taris will be better...)

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