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Summary: Sequel to Destiny's Knight. Follows the ending of the Story and begins with Revan and Bastila claiming the Sith Throne. I'd like to thank all of my loyal readers who asked for a sequel and I will continue to write to appease you all, thank you.

Chapter 2: Lost and Found

Darth Revan watched calmly as the last of the fighters from the dreadnaughts were either destroyed or surrendered. It was no shock to the Dark Lord that there would be fanatics that would choose not to follow but what did surprise him was the small amount of those fanatics. There were small battles still being fought n several of the capital ships but for the most part only a minor fraction of the Sith force massed over Korriban did not take kindly to the news of Darth Revan's return. Revan felt the approaching presence of his apprentice and answered her question before she even asked it.

"The first rule of war is to never tell your men to do anything without doing it first."

Bastila was silent for a moment but nodded after a brief pause.

"The Jedi teach us that of course, but what will we do about them?"

Revan could sense the hesitation in Bastila through their bond, even with her shielding up and sighed, shaking his head.

"As of now our enemy is the Republic... the Jedi seem to have backed away in the wake of the battle of the Star Forge..."

Revan crossed his left arm across his chest and rested his right on top of it, rubbing the base of his mask with his right hand in deep thought.

"We should allow them the illusion of victory for a time... we will capture them off guard them we attack... As for the Jedi... we should ignore them for the time being, they have chosen to stay out of the fighting and I have no quarrel with them if they so choose to remain so."

Bastila nodded and walked towards her quarters. Revan lingered on the bridge for several more moments, his eyes scanning the ships that had broken rank and attacked before making his way to the strategy room.

"Lord Revan."

One of the Admirals said calmly, bowing deeply. Revan did not recognize the man but it made little difference to him. Waving his hand a holo of the galaxy activated in the center of the room as the Admirals and Generals gathered around the device. Nearly half of the galaxy was a blue color, signifying the Republic and that portion was in an odd oval shape near the galactic core. A red stretched oval, taking up about a quarter of the galaxy was stretching into the blue oval though it seemed to have a bulge where it met the blue. Revan motioned his hand and the holo zoomed in, the latest losses of the Sith worlds showing as they fell one by one to the Republic fleet.

"I'm sure you gentlemen are wondering why I allow this to go on?"

Revan asked, he could sense several of the Commanders in the room restraining laughter at the obvious joke.

"Well for starters, what can we gain by losing these worlds? Anyone?"

None of the commanders responded and Revan sighed internally, motioning his hand, the holo zoomed out and the quarter of the galaxy that remained a slight gray color flashed.

"This is what is commonly known as the Outer Rim. The Republic holds no interest there... yet."

Revan motioned his hand and several star systems flashed.

"These are worlds where the Republic holds influence... and these."

Another group of worlds flashed as Revan continued.

"Are worlds where we hold influence."

The Sith held worlds were only a fraction of what the Republic held and several murmurs passed through the commanders as a plan began to form.

"Now then, what can be done about this?"

One of the Generals spoke up, a young human woman about thirty years of age with light red hair and emerald eyes.

"We could undermine the Republic's influence on those worlds, gaining out own influence?"

Revan smiled beneath his mask, nodding once.

"A good plan, anyone else?"

There was a pause and no one answered, Revan moved his hand for a moment and the holo moved back to the conflict zone where the Republic was fighting the Sith. A purple area lit up and Revan could see the slight confusion in the faces of several of the commanders.

"These are worlds that were held by the Republic before Lord Revan and Malak attacked."

Bastila's voice called from somewhere in the room, her presence unseen and her voice cold. Several of the Admirals and Generals jumped slightly but regained their composure.

"We will build our forces here, where the initial attack began. By that time the Republic will be overconfident and their forces will be spread out even further."

"Of course..."

The red-haired General stated. The woman stepped forward and turned her eyes to Revan.

"If I may, Lord?"

She questioned, Revan nodded and watched with rapt interest as the woman moved her eyes along the holo, making dozens of calculations in her mind.

"We can match the Republic fleet in numbers and firepower but without the Star Forge we cannot afford to fuel a long, drawn out conflict... unless..."

She motioned for the outer rim worlds.

"Those worlds are all held for a reason, perhaps trading with the Republic. If I am not mistaken, this world, Bespin holds vast amounts of Tibana gas which can be used to fuel our Ion drives."

Revan nodded and Bastila approached from a shadowed area of the room with Siran in tow.

"Very good, yes I chose those worlds for a reason."

Revan had noticed several of the more skeptical commanders shaking their heads and chose to ignore them. Killing commanders could get costly and he needed loyalty more than he needed fear.

"What is your name, General?"

The woman straightened her posture and saluted.

"Talia Onasi, Sir."

"Onasi?"

"Yes My Lord."

She bowed. Revan was silent for a moment, looking towards Bastila before turning back to the woman.

"Are you any relation to Carth Onasi?"

The woman shook slightly and hesitantly nodded.

"Yes, My Lord. He is my older brother..."

Revan looked at the woman thoughtfully for a moment before turning his attention back to the other commanders.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I want you to place your forces here in a defensive line, we are going to concentrate on recouping our losses and making sure our soldiers have food in their stomachs and power in their weapons before we send them in, are we in agreement?"

The Admirals and Generals looked at each other with uncertainty before one spoke up.

"My Lord? We live to serve you, your orders are ours."

Revan nodded and looked at the commanders for a moment.

"If you ever question any of my commands bring those questions before me, I am not that fool Malak or some hot-headed Academy student and I assure you that loyalty and intelligence will be greatly rewarded."

At the mention of possible gain in prestige and money several of the commanders perked up before they all bowed and left the room, their minds on following the orders given and looking for possible flaws of things to add on to the attack. Revan called before the last of the commanders could leave.

"Just a moment, General Onasi."

Talia froze and tensed at the sound of her formal title on the Dark Lord's lips. Turning she slowly went to the center of the room, her face several shades paler and her eyes glancing between the three Sith before her. Revan spoke quietly to Bastila and Siran for a moment before walking towards the woman, his hands clasped together behind his back.

"Tell me Talia, how did you come to join our ranks?"

Talia collected herself and straightened her posture.

"If I am going to die, I am going to do it with dignity."

"It was on Telos, My Lord. The Commander of my ship defected and I was forced along..."

"The late Admiral Karath I presume."

"Yes My Lord."

She answered tightly. Revan nodded and it became more and more obvious to Talia that a silent conversation was being spoken without her knowledge.
"Did you know that your Nephew was taken in that attack?"

Talia nodded, continuing in a more somber tone.

"Yes, Saul sent down search teams and discovered him near where he lived, he was planning to use the boy to make Carth join him but the Sith found that he was Force-sensitive and immediately claimed him."

"Why do you remain amongst us, we destroyed your homeworld, certainly you can see that we are not nice people."

Talia nodded, not seeing the point in lying.

"Lord Malak and Admiral Karath destroyed my world, I was planning to kill them both when they were on the Leviathan over Taris but my unit was sent to fight the Republic's third fleet over Alderaan."

"Revenge then."

Talia nodded, staring at the Sith Lord.

"And what do you think of me, General?"

Talia froze, her already pale features becoming nearly white as she gazed into the demonic mask of the Dark Lord and fought the terror that entered her.

"I- You were Malak's Master and the one who ordered the attack..."

She resigned, closing her eyes for a moment. Revan smirked behind his mask.

"And what did you think of my solution to Malak's... initiative regarding Telos."

A hint of a smile played on Talia's pale features as her eyes flashed.

"I liked it."

"And what do you think of Admiral Karath's demise?"

Talia's emerald eyes connected with the slit in Revan's mask.
"I shed no tears for the man."

"Do you know how he died?"

The blank look he received told him all he needed to know.

"Well... I'm afraid your brother and my sister decided to take the fight to the late Admiral and it is my sad duty to report that he died at Mister Onasi's hand and that shortly after Apprentice Dustil Onasi was taken by an unknown vessel... from Korriban."

The obvious sarcasm he spoke with at the sorrow of the loss of Admiral Karath caused Talia to smile slightly. Revan could sense the barely contained humor in the woman threatening to explode as well as the relief that her nephew and brother were safe.

"Carth was a... good friend of mine once. You are dismissed, General."

Talia's pale features shifted to complete shock for a moment before she recovered and bowed.

"Y- yes, Lord Revan."

Revan watched with detached interest as the woman rushed from the briefing room and turned to Bastila and Siran.

"I am waging my war on the Republic, not my friends."

The two women nodded and followed behind Revan as he walked from the briefing room, polishing his plans.

"Treachery is of course a danger, but we need to give the commanders some leniency and it is better that they respect us than fear us. People who respect their leaders are not as dangerous as ones who fear them. Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leaves to suffering. And we all know what that is, I'm sure."

Siran and Bastila nodded, as they followed Revan down the corridor, politely returning the bows of the passing troops with nods.

"The worlds we have lost are valuable, not only politically but in resources as well... are the planets on the Outer Rim truly that valuable?"

Bastila asked as she turned her masked face towards Revan. Revan stopped and brought his hands across his chest, staring at Bastila for a moment.

"I've been reading reports of our facilities on those worlds. Rebel factions have been engaging in terrorist attacks and it is getting very very costly. Malak's solution was to wipe out the planet's populations, adding more sympathizers to these rebels... we need to destroy their morale, their passion. If the big bad beast is no longer there to fight and life gets better for those pathetic beings they will stop attacking... all but the most fanatical and they will be alone..."

Bastila and Siran nodded, though Bastila voiced her objection.

"But alone they can move more easily, are more dangerous, more desperate."

Revan stood still for a moment, turning and looking at the armor clad woman before giving a single nod of his head.

"That is true... which is why we are leaving those worlds."

"My Lord?"

Siran voiced as she looked between the two, well aware that a silent conversation was being spoken. Bastila soon turned to Siran and spoke.

"Do you have any friends, Siran?"

A hardened look crossed the Twilek's eyes as she shook her head.

"How about anyone you trust?"

Revan asked. Siran looked between the two Sith Masters before sighing.

"Only you, My Lord."

Revan nodded, pulling a datapad from his cloak.

"Well Bastila it appears some of our friends are trying to find us... Perhaps appearing to them as the two new Sith Masters is not a great idea..."

Bastila examined the information on the datapad, confirming reports of a Mandalorian a Wookiee a Twilek and two droids searching the crumbling Sith Empire and asking a little too many questions.
"Would you like me to take care of them, Master?"

Siran asked, eyeing the datapad and absently gripping her saber.
"Down girl."

Revan chuckled and shook his head.

"These are my friends, I helped one of them because she reminds me of you... except blue... and happy too much I think..."

Bastila snorted and attempted to cover it up by coughing.

"What? Don't you like Mission?"

Bastila frowned beneath her mask.

"She's a sweet girl Revan its just that she's also a bit of a bitch."

Revan smirked beneath his mask and stared absently at Bastila before speaking, his grin noticeable in his speech.

"You know some would say the same thing about you... owe!"

"That's enough!"

Bastila hissed venomously, causing Revan and Siran to both stiffen in response, Revan still rubbing his sore shoulder.
"That's better."

Bastila sighed, looking over the information on the datapad once more.

"I think we should take care of this ourselves, our underlings have a habit of being a bit... rough when it comes to capturing guests..."

Bastila winced slightly at the bad memory and chose to gaze at the datapad vacantly, hoping that Revan did not catch the flurry of emotions tearing through her as her mind flashed with unpleasant memories of her torture at the hands of the Sith. Unfortunately for her, Revan was a very perceptive person, though he knew when to be tactful.

"Siran, Darth Shan and I are going to discuss this in private, could you make sure to have General Onasi tailed in case she decides it is in her interests to.. betray my trust."

Siran bowed deeply and was gone within moments. Revan sighed and offered his arm to Bastila. Bastila hesitated but took his arm, uncertain of why the Dark Lord would make such a gesture and in plain sight of his underlings. Revan walked down the hall, ignoring the odd looks of the various soldiers and Dark Jedi, not caring what they thought and showing them all that whoever moved against his apprentice moved against him.

"Where are we going?"

Bastila asked, looking over her shoulder as the two Sith Masters passed an unfamiliar corridor. Revan remained silent and continued practically dragging Bastila before he finally stopped in a doorway.

"Open it."

He said softly. Bastila regarded him with an uncertain expression that5 she knew he could sense, even through her mask and frowned.

"Where are we?"

Revan crossed his arms and regarded her coldly through his mask, his tone harsh.

"Open it!"
Bastila glared at Revan, angry at his strange behavior but did as he asked, walking into the room and gasping from fear. Revan quickly sealed the door to cut off the scream that fell on his ears, positioning himself between the woman and the door.

"No, no!"

Bastila screamed, trying frantically to get out of the dimly lit room. Revan grasped her hands tightly, pressing her against the slab and chaining her to it.

"Face it, fight it!"

Revan shouted, ignoring the pleading look he received as he pulled away her mask. Revan felt Bastila reaching through their bond and harshly built a wall, not wanting her to seek comfort in him.

"You can't, you can't do this to me!"

Revan scowled at Bastila and pulled away his mask, allowing the woman to see just how serious he was.

"We are not leaving this room until you are over your fear of what Malak did to you... you don't want it to happen again you have to fight it!"

Revan snarled, fighting the sickening feeling that settled in his gut at each scream. Revan remained stoic as he backed away, watching Bastila struggle against the bond against the slab of stone he had retrieved from Rakata.

"Please, don't leave me here..."

Bastila whimpered, the images of her torture flashing through her mind as she pulled against her chains. Revan slowly walked towards her, caressing her face gently though his voice was soft and deadly.

"You are too strong to be broken by something this simple, FIGHT IT!"

Revan allowed himself to view the images that passed through Bastila's mind of her torture, scowling the entire time as he watched her struggle and slowly break down.

"Open your eyes woman!"

Revan shouted, startling the whimpering woman. Bastila's wide azure eyes stared at him in horror and held no trace of recognition.

"No! No!"

She screamed struggling to free herself. The screams died down to broken sobs as she relieved the moment she broke and fell to the dark side.

"Not like this... please I love him... it should be him..."

Revan struggled to hold in the bile that rose in his throat as Malak's cold laugh echoes through his mind.

"Do you think I care? He can't save you and he will never touch you after this!"

Revan's entire body trembled as the images flashed through his mind. He slowly opened his eyes, watching the broken sobs of Bastila as she relieved the torment and rape and broke into a fury of pure rage, snarling like a caged and wounded animal.

"This is what you hid from me on Rakatan?"

Revan whispered, watching the pure hatred burning in Bastila's unseeing eyes.
"He loves me, he wouldn't care!"

She snarled at the voice of her long dead tormentor. Again Malak's laugh echoed through the bond.

"You obviously don't know how disgusted Revan is by this do you child? He will treat you like the plague when I am through."

Images of Sith troopers and Dark Jedi, faceless assailants flashed through Revan's mind for a few moments before they ceased, leaving only darkness and hatred. Revan could almost feel the physical pain from the memories and turned away from Bastila for a moment, unable to look upon something he had been responsible for. A small sob caused Revan to turn around. The Dark Lord waved his hand and used the Force to remove the chains, capturing Bastila as she slumped to the floor. Revan gently lifted her and took her from to another room, gently laying her on a bed and sitting beside her as she sobbed.

"I thought you loved me..."

The images of himself rejecting the Dark Side on the Rakatan Temple summit burned through his mind as well as the pain she had felt and the anger.

"I could never see where that rage came from, Bastila... I knew you were hiding something, you were afraid of something..."

Revan gently took her hand, snapping Bastila from her nightmares. Two azure eyes met with his and filled with tears as she pulled her hand away from him.

"I- I tried to kill you, I hated you... and you- you loved me even after that. I don't deserve this, I don't deserve you..."

Revan took her hand again and squeezed it gently, looking into her eyes before she had the chance to look away.

"I care about what has happened to you and I want to face it with you. You were alone there on Rakata when the Sith... tortured you but you don't have to be. Reach into the bond and know my thoughts, know I am there and I will always be there. Even death will not keep me from you..."

Bastila's body trembled and she looked away, pulling her hand with her as she wrapped her arms tightly over her chest.

"How could you want me after that? After they-"

"Shhh..."

Revan soothed, wrapping his arms around her.

"Do you think all I care about is your body? About being your first?"

Revan loosened his hold as Bastila turned to face him.

"It should have been you... We could have- On the Hawk before the Leviathan..."

She said softly as she caressed his face.

"You weren't ready..."

Revan replied, tightening his hold on her.
"I was..."

Bastila protested weakly, melting into Revan's hold before she kissed him passionately. Revan found his body reacting as he returned the kiss with equal passion and leaned over her as she undid the strap to his armor and pulled his breastplate and cloak off of him. Revan suddenly pulled away, blinking several times and not missing the hurt that flashed across Bastila's face. Revan held a horrified look on his face as he took in Bastila's nearly naked form.

"How the hell did that happen? How could I have been so careless. That- what the Sith forced her was her first time. She is probably still in pain and now- now she wants to give herself to me even if it hurts..."

Bastila quickly pulled away from him, turning away and fighting the wave of tears that threatened to overwhelm her.

"He doesn't want me... he- Malak was right he is disgusted by me..."

Bastila was so caught up in her painful thoughts that she did not feel Revan's arm snake around her waist until he pulled her gently into him and laid down beside her, holding her gently to himself and breathing in the scent of her hair.

"Only when you're ready..."

Revan whispered, his breath tickling Bastila's ear. Bastila felt the reassuring warmth of his body pressed against her and his arm wrapped protectively around her and sighed. She had not felt this content in a long time. Just to lay there in his arms was enough for her and as she reached into their bond she knew that it was enough for him.

"I want you more than anything to be happy Bastila... I don't care about the Sith or the Republic or the Massassi or even the Jedi. All that matters is you and I will do whatever you want to make you happy... I never want to cause you sorrow..."

With that, Revan opened his mind completely to the bond, allowing Basitla to freely see all his thoughts and memories as he was slowly lulled into a shallow sleep by her warmth and sweet scent. Bastila shifted and laid her head on Revan's chest, gazing into his relaxed face as she gently probed his mind, her doubt and fears vanishing in an instant. She could see the rage and abhorrence at what had been done to her burning in his mind as well as the guilt. The guilt was almost unbearable and she gasped as it threatened to overwhelm her still raw mind.

"Its not your fault..."

She whispered to the now sleeping man. Revan shifted slightly, whispering her name in his sleep and smiling as his hold instinctively tightened on her. Bastila smiled and relaxed, knowing that Revan would never allow anything to harm her and feeling more safe in his arms that she ever had in her life. Revan awoke shortly after Bastila had drifted peacefully to sleep to find her head resting on his chest and smiling softly.

"There you are... I thought I'd lost you..."

Revan smiled as he looked at the almost child-like smile on her lips.

"Revan..."
Bastila sighed, her smile widening slightly. Revan stayed awake that night, content to watch the young woman in his arms as the night slowly passed, though it passed in an instant for the Dark Lord.