AN: Hi everyone! I'm writing this from Indiana because I was bored and I don't have Shades of Darkness on this computer. So this is a story about Malak right after he turned to the dark side. Thanks to Alice the Raven for this story idea. So without further ado Malak Reborn!

Disclaimer- I don't own Star Wars, so DON"T SUE!

Title: Malak Reborn/ Chapter 1

A tall man dressed in brilliant orange armor strode into the room filled to the brim with Republic fans. They screamed and cheered, several booed, but all were celebrating the victory over the horrendous Mandalorians.

"Thank you all for being here today! This day we celebrate a victory for our Republic! We fought back the Mandalorians and won without the help of the Jedi! We've taken back what is rightfully ours!" With that said the man named Malak, turned and left the packed room.

"So Revan, what are we going to do now?"

A young female stood next to him, not reaching his shoulder. She had cinnamon colored hair and intelligent bronze eyes that peered into Malak's face.

"I say we go have a drink in the cantina with our friends to rejoice in our conquest." So the two friends, Malak and Revan started for the cantina.

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The sleek black stealth ship quietly slid away from the bustling city of Coruscant, somehow unnoticed. The pilot's medium length brown hair was tied into a messy bun atop her head and her friend's bald head lay slumped forward in the chair.

"Malak, Malak, had a little too much to drink now didn't we?"

The man beside her groaned as her woozily lifted his head.

"Where are we Revan?" He slurred.

"Right now my drunk friend we are on the way to Manaan to find the much sought after Star Forge."

"I thought we weren't leaving yet."

"No in fact we are in hyperspace, and should be for the next," She paused, "Six hours."

"I have such a headache."

"That is what you get for drinking."

"Yeah but at least I'm not a prude."

"Malak," She looked at him reproachfully, "I'm not a prude because I choose not to get myself as drunken as a Corellian barman."

"Oh come on Revan live a little."

"I have bigger things to worry about than drinking problems."

Malak just shook his head and sighed in defeat. "You are too much."

"Right back at you."

"Are you ever serious?"

"I find that it is easier to laugh at a situation rather than feel embarrassed."

"OK then." Hechuckled quietly.

"Malak, why did I ever become friends with you?"

"You couldn't help liking my charm and good looks. I'm smooth and sharp."

"Malak you're as sharp as a marble and as smooth as sandpaper."

"Fine whatever you say."

"I'm going to go take a nap." Revan got up and trudged into the crew quarters, prepared on a nice long rest. She looked around, pondering her new life and the things they would give up to gain it.

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"Revan." A voice called tentatively. "Are you awake?"

"No, go away." She mumbled.

"We're at Manaan now." Malak reached over and started tickling her feet. Revan squealed, jumped up, and socked Malak in the arm.

"Come on you giant ape, let's go." With that said the odd pair, Malak in his titian robes and Revan in her cocoa ones, strode out into the land of men and fish.

AN- Yes this story actually is about Malak, I'm just starting from their let's see 4th star map so I give some background info without straying from the story too much. I'm doing this to develop the characters a bit more. The next chapter should be up by the 4th of January because I'm at a family reunion. So please review (they make me type faster) :).