I started when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I still don't know how long I sat there with Malak's head in my lap and my face pressed into his chest, desperately listening for a heartbeat that wouldn't come. I looked up and saw Carth. The fates placed him in a beam of light, he radiated in what seemed like a beam of all that is good.

"We have to go. The Republic is attacking and it won't be long before this station blows and takes us with it." His voice was cold. I couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"Help me. Malak… I need… "I couldn't put words together. The thoughts were too painful to enunciate. I was drowning in the sea of agony.

"Help you to what? We're going to die if we don't get off this station right now. I'm not risking my life or the life of the crew for the body of the enemy. Let's go, Revan." It was almost as if Carth spit the last word, spit my name at me. I could feel the anger pouring off of him.

"Carth, if you won't help, then go ahead to the Ebon Hawk and I'll bring him. I made a promise. There are so many promises that I've broken through the years, whether I remember them or not, I still broke them. I won't break another one. I have to honor him. I have to keep the promise. Don't you understand? You know how sacred a promise, a vow can be." I stood and got ready to drag Malak's corpse through the station after me. He was heavy and my ability with the Force was tapped. Rationally, I knew I wouldn't make it with Malak's body slowing me down. However, I wasn't rational at this point. I was in pain from a thousand wounds, physical and mental but there was no way that I could break the most sacred promise made. I may not remember my home, my culture, hell, what my home planet was, but I remembered the promise.

"Is this promise worth your life and the lives of the rest of the crew? Malak was going to slaughter all of us. He's still trying to slaughter us, this time from beyond the grave. Revan, let's go, now. Leave his body to burn in the pyre of his station." Carth tugged my hands, trying to break my grasp of the scarlet robes.

"I… can't." I continued to tug on the heavy body. The rational and survivalist side of my brain was flabbergasted at what I was doing. The part of me that is Darth Revan stuttered in shock. However, the part of me that was and is simply Revan was in control.

"Fine, get the hell out of the way and let's go. You owe me an explanation." The words were cold and sharp as a vibroblade. Carth picked up the body and started running for the door. I did what I could with the Force to lighten the burden.

We entered the room where Bastila waited, performing the Battle Meditation that was so very important to the Republic. "Move it, this place is going to blow." Carth yelled as he trotted past Bastila's kneeling form.

"Carth, what are you…" Bastila's eyes were wide as saucers as she took in the fact that Carth was carrying Malak's dead body. She didn't get to finish her thought though because Carth interrupted.

"No time, move it." Bastila's gaze wandered over to me as she rose and started to follow. I sent a thought through our bond.

I've remembered more of my past. I'll explain later. I hoped that would be sufficient as my body was quickly tiring and even using that much Force hurt.

I'll expect a full explanation as to why we are dragging the dead body of the galaxy's greatest enemy away from a burning space station. Now there was the Bastila I knew and sometimes hated. Her pretentious tone almost made me wish that I hadn't turned her from the Darkside and instead just killed her. Maybe my life would be easier. No, thoughts like that led to the Darkside, I mentally rolled my eyes and continued staggering after the pair of them.

Bastila, can you ease the burden on Carth? I'm sure Malak is heavy. Bastila missed a step as she took in my request.

You ask for more than you think, Revan.

This isn't up for discussion. We're all going to die if we don't get off this station. You can do something to help us survive. Stop being so selfish with your Force powers.

Me? Selfish! How dare you! Bastila's anger washed over me.

I have neither the time nor the energy to argue this with you. Your anger shows how far down the path of the Darkside you have traveled. Help to save us or stay behind. Either way, it's your choice. I'm too tired to care right now. All too true, I was tired, tired of not remembering, tired of having to deal with everyone else's problems, tired of running and fighting for my life, just flat out tired of it all.

I will help, for Carth's sake. Bastila sounded like she begrudged even that amount of assistance. I kept my mind focused on making it off the Star Forge alive. One foot in front of another, not letting my mind wander down memory lane and definitely not letting my mind focus on the recent battle and revelations.

Honestly, I was shocked, with all the forces we had to battle through to get to the final confrontation that there wasn't anyone in the halls. The three of us entered the hangar we had stored the Ebon Hawk in. Canderous and Juhani ran to meet us.

"We need to get out of here, now. The Republic is shelling this station and it's not going to last much longer." Canderous took in Carth's burden. "Republic, why the hell are you carrying that thing?"

Carth shrugged his unburdened shoulder towards me. "Ask her. It's her burden, some damn promise that she was willing to kill us all for." His tone, cold before, got even colder. I could hear the winds of Hoth whipping through me as his words registered. Canderous took the burden from Carth's shoulders and we all ran towards the freighter. We could all hear the shelling of the Star Forge around us. The explosions reverberated throughout the hangar. Dust and then debris started falling from the ceiling.

The Ebon Hawk seemed too far, my vision started wavering and I could feel all the blood in my body rushing to my head. I knew I was going to pass out and I tried to tell my friends. "I don't feel so…"

Author's notes:

You like me, you really like me! blush I want to thank all of you for the wonderful feedback. I'm not sure where the overall story is going, as I don't have much of a plan or outline. This story started out as a dream that I had. I woke up with tears streaming down my face. The next night, I dreamed a little further into the story, which is what I'll be posting in the coming days. From there, I know that I want to tie into KOTOR II.

I will say this, I know that you run around the game saving people left and right. It's kinda cheesy to think that after slaughtering gadzillions of peeps that you could save Malak just by a couple of words...all I can say is that there is the beginnings of a plan there. Also, I'm one of those crusading do-gooders that's out to save the world from itself, so I'll take what redemption I can get ;).

Finally, I will insert the mandatory begging for more feedback. This is my first fan fiction. Some of those of you who have given feedback are my inspirations and the reason I started my own story. I know I can't do nearly as well as you, but I thought I'd give it a try. You all are beautiful .