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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.

Spoilers: Massive KOTOR II Spoilers and a bit of speculation/AU I've just thrown into the mix.

Chapter 4: The Sith Lords

Two years after the defeat of Malak and the fall of the Sith Empire, the Jedi were still baffled by what had driven two of the most promising and noble Jedi in their Order to fall into darkness. Answers as always came at a price, for the Jedi it came in the form of a civil war that leveled their Order to less than a hundred and to the Republic, two wars that decimated and ravaged hundreds of worlds, leaving billions dead. For the Sith, it cost them their drive, their passion, their Empire. For the Mandalorians it caused them their way of life and for all those that stood by and watched, it cost them nothing. No sorrow was spent on those that fell in the Jedi Civil war and no tears spent on those lost to the Mandalores.

A thousand years before the rise of Darth Revan, a Sith Lord names Naga Sadow manipulated the primitive Sith and the Outcast Jedi that allied with them into a war with the Republic that nearly destroyed it. In the end, the Great Hyperspace War was the death of the Sith, leaving their Empire in ruins and their people scattered. The Jedi had come to the aid of the Republic and defeated the Massassi warriors as well as the former Jedi that led them and the Sith scattered to what many believed to be extinction. The Sith that survived the destruction of their homeworld, Korriban and the war followed the few Sith Lords that remained living into unknown regions of space, leaving the Jedi and the Republic behind, but not forgotten. So began the true Sith Empire, one forged from defeat and in the blood of billions beyond known space. There the Sith waited for the Republic to weaken and there they waited for revenge. Their's was not the goal of Malak or Revan, to dominate all life, or that of the other factions of the Sith, who's goal was to destroy the Jedi. These Sith held only one goal. Revenge. They waited for a thousand years and slowly, fate played the Republic into their hands. The Sith Wars of Exar Kun weakened the Jedi and struck a fear in the once invincible Order, slowly their enemies weakened themselves with fear and arrogance.

The Sith approached the Mandalorians after their defeat under Exar Kun, offering them a chance at a true challenge while manipulating their leader, Mandalore into believing it was for the good of his own people. The Sith watched for nearly two decades as the Mandalorians tore through the weak Outer Rim worlds and finally into the Republic, ravaging dozens of worlds. Then something happened they did not foresee, a challenger stepped forward to fight them. One they feared. Under Revan, the Mandalorians fell and the Republic triumphed and under Revan, they were discovered. The former Jedi Knight sought them out and tore through them for nearly a year, forcing them to show their true power and holding the Jedi at bay. Revan held the secrets of Malachor V and Korriban, allowing him to survive the Sith confrontation and to return. He could not continue his war, however. Revan knew he needed more Jedi and more soldiers to fight alongside him and so his war on the Republic began. The former Jedi and self-proclaimed Lord of the Sith unleashed his forces against the Republic while his apprentice studied in secret the weapon he hoped would bring him to power and defeat all threats. Unlike Revan, Malak had lost what sanity he held in the Mandalorian wars and the encounter with the Sith had driven him over the edge. Revan retained his sanity and exploited it, attacking only key areas of his enemy's forces to allow him to conquer rather than destroy. It was on such an assault that Revan had tired of war and had given up, allowing the Jedi to take him. The Sith were overjoyed, Malak was more than they could ask for. The man held a bloodlust that rivaled their own and would bring the Republic to its knees, making it that much easier to conquer. Then their plans were again destroyed. Malak fell to his former Master and the device that had brought him so much power was lost. Then, much to the Sith's concern, something came from one of their grave worlds, something that could expose their plans. Darth Nihilus, once a Jedi that fought under Revan, unleashed a power against the Jedi that only they could know of. Nihilus' ability to drain the life from his victims and the scale at which he was able to do so was enough for all the Jedi to feel, and the Sith worried that their plans would again be exposed. Nihilus' first target was the Miraluka world of Katarr, where the Jedi Council had gathered to speak of the threat that had remained hidden to them for nearly a millennium. It was there that Nihilus' hunger, his power was unleashed and it was there that his Master, the former Jedi Knight Kreia and the Sith Lord Traya, tried to break him. Too weak to fight her alone, Nihilus sought her apprentice, Darth Sion and stripped her of her power, casting her out. These were the Sith who's purpose was to destroy the Jedi. Ones trained and forgotten by Revan who made their own Empire.

For two years, Revan had vanished from the eyes of the True Sith Empire and these Sith assassins that sought to destroy the Jedi. The Jedi and the Republic had no idea he still lived and struggled to survive the backlash of Katarr where most of the Jedi Council was destroyed and the Jedi Civil War. The Republic, though the victor of the bloody civil war, was hanging by a thread. The cost of war was too high and many wished for a time when Darth Revan stood over them and guaranteed them strength and a future instead of uncertainty and despair. Revan had been as always, power. The former Jedi and Sith Lord had a strange ability to inspire those beneath him and all who had known him, knew that he did not taste defeat. But Revan was dead to the Republic and the Jedi and it seemed that the galaxy would break apart into worlds that could barely sustain themselves as the Republic died the slow death it always had, the one Revan sought to stop.

Two years beyond the eyes of the True Sith Empire and the Republic went well for the Sith Empire of Darth Revan. Two years brought them hundreds of worlds that were rich in resources and beyond the curious eyes of their enemy. The Mandalorians were slowly regrouping, following their newly appointed leader, Mandalore. Revan had given Canderous the silver helm and armor of Mandalore, lost to them during that final battle over Malachor V and promised them the future glory of battle when the time came to fight. Canderous, loyal to his end, did as Revan asked and waited on Dxun as he prepared and trained what remained of his people. Revan and Bastila built their Empire in the wild space that neither Jedi nor Sith traversed and slowly, the Empire became strong.

"What do we do now?"

Bastila asked as she entered her quarters to see Revan sitting on their bed.

"We wait, Bastila. We wait until the Sith reveal themselves."

Revan said softly as he slowly removed his armor.

"Do you know where Mission is?"

Revan asked as he pulled his mask from his face. Bastila smiled slightly, shaking hear head.

"I think she and Zalbaar are following Siran around. Mission said that Siran wasn't intimidating enough for the crew."

Revan chuckled softly as he walked slowly to Bastila and held her, staring into her eyes. The moment was lost when a wave of pain shot through the Force, sending both Sith Lords to their knees. Bastila cried out and grabbed the sides of her head, trying to mend the splitting pain that had manifested. Revan staggered to his knees as well, though his mind did not shy from the pain. Across the galaxy, all who could feel the Force reacted in similar ways. The death of the Jedi Council and of Katarr could be felt even across the galaxy.

The Sith chose to allow Nihilus to distract their enemies, though they could not ignore the cries of his victims. A sense of irritation passed over the Massassi as they prepared for their invasion of the Republic. Though it would not happen for another decade, their plans could be at risk by the actions of one fool who thought he held power.

In a dark cell on the Ravager, a young Katarr woman collapsed to the ground as her mind was assaulted with the endless horrors of Nihilus' sadistic mind. The Sith Lord had one goal, to swallow all life to feed his own power, and he would stop at nothing to possess that. The Katarr before him had somehow managed to survive his assault on Katarr and it frightened him more than he liked to admit. The harsh words he spoke were of an ancient and dead language, once used by the Sith of Korriban, his body ravaged to the point that it only existed as energy in the Force and his mind a mixture of indifference and hunger. What little remained of the man he once was held the flicker of fear, knowing that only one other in the galaxy knew how to block his technique and that if Revan still lived and taught others, he would be consumed by his hunger and waste away. The Jedi Council was destroyed, save five of it's members and the Jedi Order scattered within weeks of Katarr's destruction. It seemed that victory was within the Sith's grasp.

And so three years passed, Nihilus consuming worlds, Sion assassinating what few Jedi remained. Darth Traya, once known as the Jedi Master Kreia stripped of her power and seeking a way to reopen her connection to the Force. Canderous uniting the Mandalorians on Dxun. Carth trying as well as he could to keep the Republic military from falling apart. Jolee and Juhani falling into the shadows of the Galaxy. The Ebon Hawk and the Droids falling into the hands of a group of Sith under Revan's Empire that sought one man, Ian Kenobi. And Revan, Revan made his preparations, rebuilding what remained of the Sith Order and ruling it under an iron fist alongside Bastila and Siran. Revan's empire thrived in the unknown reaches of space, charting and adding new worlds to itself as Revan brought new teachings to the Sith, teaching them patience and control. It had appalled Revan to find the Sith nothing more than an angry mob of barbarians under Malak's rule. The corruption that had existed during his reign only in secret had spread to almost every corner of the fallen Empire.

Darth Revan glared through the slit of his armor as his fighter approached Telos. He had received a confirmation that Ian had been found and that his old friend and comrade during the Mandalorian wars was en route to the ravaged world on board the Republic cruiser, Harbinger. The fact that the Republic vessel had gone missing and that the Peragus mining facility had been destroyed hours before his arrival brought a sense of annoyance to the Dark Lord.

"Citadel Station, this is the Bloodraven requesting a landing site..."

Revan sighed, looking down at his armored form.

"Well I suppose this will have to go..."

The former Jedi pulled away his armor and straightened his black Dark Jedi robes as he stowed the armor in his fighter, taking a moment to acknowledge the flight controller of the Citadel Station.

"It's a good thing I left Bastila in charge of the Empire... I'd hate to think what Mission and Siran would do by themselves..."

Revan shuddered at the thought, grateful that he had chosen to come alone. A week before he had sent Talia to find Carth and let him in on the decade old plan Revan had been working on to fight the Sith threat. He only hoped his stubborn old friend was willing to listen after a decade of not knowing his sibling still lived and half that thinking that he and Bastila were dead. The former Jedi Knight groaned inwardly when he thought of his sister and of the Jedi Order. He had felt the death of Katarr, but not being near the Republic for nearly five years, Revan was a bit in the dark as to current events.

Revan brought his fighter into a landing bay on the massive Citadel Station, making certain his lightsabers were hidden well as he strapped a small holdout blaster to his thigh and pulled a heavy, black cloak over himself. The Dark Lord took a moment to look out over the city-like station before his eyes caught a Corellian freighter that looked uncomfortably like the Ebon Hawk blasting from a nearby starport.

"Oh joy..."

Revan groaned, having made the connection that the men he sent to retrieve Kenobi were dead. The Dark Lord hoped that luck, or the Force was with him as he approached an information terminal and read the current events of the Citadel Station.

"Lets see... Black market trades on the rise... Mercenaries on the rise... Medical prices on the rise..."

Revan sighed.

"Violence on the rise... Ebon Hawk crew detained for questioning regarding the destruction of the Peragus Mining facility... Crew: Ian Kenobi, Atton Rand... One damaged protocol droid, HK model..."

Revan felt his eye twitch slightly at the thought of his treasured assassin droid being anything less that efficient.

"One astromech droid in desperate need of a memory wipe, gotta be T-3 and-"

Revan paled and stared silently as he read the name again, trying to make sure he caught it and was not imagining it.

"Kreia... Master..."

The Dark Lord of the Sith staggered for a moment, overwhelmed with thoughts of the person who had once been a mother to him. Why was she there? How was she still alive after Malachor V?

"Malachor V..."

Revan shuddered at the name of the world where so many had died. Knowing that standing around being horrified would change nothing, Revan slowly made his way to the entertainment module of the Citadel station, hoping to catch a swoop race and have a few drinks before having some of his questions answered. Kreia, Ian and his companions were still being detained and Revan knew that he had more than enough credits, being the Emperor of the Sith Empire, to spend on a few sorely missed kicks. The swoop races had been stimulating enough and Revan's alter ego, Wedge Suron firmly buried the competition. The Dark Lord sat idly, nursing a cup of Alderanian Ale as he listened to the chatter of the other patrons and shielded himself carefully in the Force from prying eyes. He'd like to surprise Kreia if he had the choice.

Hours passed and slowly, Revan made his way from the cantina to a room he had rented, ignoring those around him as he entered the room and sat on the bed with a heavy sigh. War had been his life and Revan could easily sense that a powerful Force user was on the planet below. The sheer number of Ithorians was enough to hide the presence from most, but Revan knew this person.

"Atris..."

Groaning, Revan laid in the bed staring at the ceiling. The Librarian and Echani Jedi Councillor had a temper that rivaled Bastila's on the best of days and Revan knew the Force was likely throwing Ian towards her direction. Rubbing his gloved hands over his face, Revan slowly sat up and looked at the doorway, vaguely away of an argument being spoken outside the door. Revan growled and stood, walking to the door and glaring at the Duros shopkeeper as he argued with an Exchange Thug about not being able to pay back some loan.

"For the love of Malak."

Revan cursed, pulling a credit chip and throwing it at the Duros.

"Shut the hell up and leave."

The Duros and Exchange Thug exchanged confused looks before they divided the credits and happily went about their lives. Revan wearily returned to his room, hoping his little action would gain the attention of the Exchange presence on the Citadel station. A bemused smirk played on the Dark Lord's face.

"I haven't killed an exchange boss in a while."

Revan drifted into a light sleep as thoughts of stodgy Jedi Masters and organized criminals passed through his tired mind. Several hours later, a well rested and showered Revan found himself again in the seedy Citadel cantina as he observed his old friend Ian speaking quietly with a scantily clad red haired woman he had heard was named Luxa, a local Exchange representative. Revan's eyes curiously scanned the man's two companions. There was no doubt in his mind that his former Master was present but her presence in the Force along with Ian's and the other man's were strange to Revan. They were almost muted, though he could still sense the power Ian possessed churning below the surface. Ian had been nearly as powerful as Malak before Malachor V had stripped away his power and Revan watched with detached interest as the Force swirled around the slightly older man.

"Kreia always loved the difficult ones..."

Revan mused as he checked the stealth belt Mission had customized for him.

"A little spy work never hurt anyone... I just hope the Bloodraven will be alright..."

Revan pushed aside thoughts of his beloved fighter as he cautiously followed Ian, Kreia and his companion, Atton from the Cantina. It quickly became apparent to Revan that Kreia was manipulating Ian, and rather easily as she filled his head with half-truths and doubt. Revan had to admire his former Master's ability to confuse any situation to the point of destroying someone's faith. It was a trait he had learned and cherished and he was glad to see she was still her old self. The more Revan observed, the more concerned he grew as to his former Master's intentions. Ian for the most part tried to do the right thing, siding with the Ithorians and killing off the Exchange bosses and much to Revan's delight, giving Czerka a bad name in a period of several days. Revan silently returned to his fighter, choosing to travel to the surface of Telos in search of Atris and wait there for Ian. He knew that the Force would eventually drive the two together. After flying over Telos and surveying the ravaged world, Revan eventually landed his fighter in the polar region of Telos, looking over the disguised, but still obvious Jedi Enclave hidden below. As the Dark Lord approached the small turbolift, he stopped and turned, spotting a young woman approaching him carefully. By her stance and appearance he could tell she was Echani and after closer inspection, Revan was grateful he left his armor in his fighter as he recognized the young woman.

"Release your weapons and you will not be harmed..."

The white haired woman said evenly. Revan felt guilt and remorse enter him as he looked at the familiar features.

"She looks so much like her mother... Force why did I ever kill Yusanis?"

Revan frowned as he pulled open his obsidian cloak slowly, removing his hold out blaster and lightsabers in a nonthreatening manner. The Dark Lord did not need to turn to sense the three other Echani Handmaidens that stood behind him, ready to attack. Revan noticed Brianna's eyes widen at the sight of his lightsabers and sighed mentally.

"I am here to speak with Master Atris, I wish to do so in private..."

Revan spoke in a tight tone, not wanting to let the young women that surrounded him know that he was the one who struck down their father. Brianna nodded and collected his weapons, motioning for him to enter the Enclave. Revan groaned mentally as he entered the lift and sensed Atris probing the area through the Force.

"Atris, tact is the word of the day."

Revan sent mentally to the Jedi Master. Revan immediately felt the probe cease and cringed at the venomous tone he received.

"What are you doing here traitor?"

Atris' voce hissed in Revan's mind.

"Ian is coming..."

Revan replied, knowing that would silence Atris. As the lift slowed, Revan glanced to his side to see Brianna watching him curiously.

"Do you have a question, Handmaiden?"

Revan asked formally, probing the girl's aura momentarily and not surprised to feel the Force flowing strongly within her.

"Your... your stance... It is much like my father's was when he returned... Did- Did you fight in the Mandalorian wars?"

She asked guardedly. Revan rolled his eyes as the lift doors opened and walked from the young woman, pausing and turning to her.

"Of course."

Revan sighed as he bowed to Atris. Atris glared openly at him and motioned for him to follow her to a more private location. Revan glanced at the Echani Handmaidens, dismayed to see that all of Yusanis' children were gathered for what Atris would prefer to be his impending doom.

"What possessed me to come here."

Revan silently begged the Force that Ian would make a dramatic and hasty entrance as he followed Atris to her meditation chambers.

"Quite a collection you have here..."

Revan muttered as he eyed the Jedi and Sith holocrons.

"What is it you want, Sith Lord?"

Atris hissed as she crossed her arms.

"Ian will be arriving shortly... there is something off about him and I want you to keep an eye on him."

Revan was not liking Atris' attitude and the fact that he could sense nothing coming from her through the Force disturbed him greatly. Atris sighed, staring at something she could only see for a moment before looking back at Revan with ice blue eyes.

"Have you come to destroy this world again, Revan?"

Revan winced slightly, knowing it was he who had ordered Malak to attack Telos.

"– No, I was searching for something Atris... something I had forgotten about... You were there at my trial, you knew I was hiding something."

Atris nodded, her glare softening to a scowl.

"Yes..."

She replied softly before turning from him.

"I want to help... If I can."

Atris raised an eyebrow but did not turn to him.

"And why would I let you do that? Sith Lord?"

Revan sighed, wrapping his cloak tightly around himself.

"Because I have a lot to make up for..."

He muttered more to himself than to Atris. Atris stiffened and turned to him.

"Did you sense Katarr?"

She asked. Revan nodded.

"I have only felt such pain at Malachor and Katarr was so very far from where I was... it's a wonder that it reached that far..."

Atris nodded, her features twisted into a calculating frown.

"Why were you looking for him? We have your ship and we know it was you who sent those men to find him..."

Atris looked to Revan with pleading eyes. Revan had seen the look she cast him. One of a lost child who had already given up but still held hope.

"He can help us... help us all in what is to come."

Atris furrowed a brow as she stared at Revan, nodding once before waving him away.

"You should leave before he arrives, if the Handmaidens discover who you are... they may not react well."

Revan nodded silently before leaving the buried Jedi Enclave and returning to his fighter. Revan fumbled with the fighter's communications system momentarily before opening a secure channel to his flagship.

"How long can you bring a fleet to Telos?"
Revan questioned as he poked at his fighter's astrocharts and computer.
"I'd say about a week at best, my Lord."

Revan nodded.

"Very well Siran, make certain that the fleet stays clear of Telos and is well hidden. I sense we will be needed here in the near future."
"Of course."
Siran replied as the communication ceased. Revan leaned back into his seat and sighed. It was going to be a very long day.