This is my first attempt at a Star Wars Fanfic… or a fanfic of any sort. Normally I'm not given to such things, but KOTOR was so awesome I couldn't help myself.

Starts before Mand wars…

Disclaimer: Blah blah, Lucasarts owns it… ya…

Chapter 1: A New Day

"The council will see you now Padawan."

Revan looked up from where he was sitting. "Thank you Padawan," he replied gently.

Despite the assurances he'd received from Malak earlier, he still worried as to what the council could possibly be calling him in for.

He rose slowly from his seat, setting his robes properly as he proceeded through the doors.

He kept his head bowed respectfully, not daring to look at the council members as they sat luxuriating in there great enclave in Coruscant, the heart of the republic.

"Ah, Padawan, we have been waiting for you," said one of the masters. "You may raise your head Revan… I sense the slightest of fear in you… do not be afraid, we merely wish to talk."

Revan slowly rose his head to look at Master Zhar. "Yes master."

"Excellent… would you like a seat? We are going to ask you some questions. We'd like you to answer to the best of your ability."

Zhar gestured to the side, and a seat came floating out to Revan, who opted to remain standing.

"I will do my best, master," replied Revan respectfully.

"Now Revan, you have been in the order for 18 years now. You joined at the age of 1, when your parents were both killed leaving you orphaned.. These 18 years, how would you characterize them? Be honest. Nothing you say will be held against you."

Revan slowly nodded, taking a deep breath. "They have been hard years… Sometimes I wish I were not a jedi… to have a relatively normal childhood… but it doesn't last long. I know that this is for the best, and that being a Jedi is a great honor."

Zhar and several other masters nodded slowly and appreciatively.

Master Vrook spoke from the side. "Revan… do you know what happened to your parents?"

Revan shook his head.

Vrook frowned. "There has been much debate among the council as to whether or not to tell you. Against my better judgment, we have opted to tell you. My personal feelings are well known, but I feel I should explain myself to you. Upon hearing this story, you may wish vengeance upon the party that did this to your parents. With your powers, I have little doubt that you would succeed. However, this would only lead you to the darkside…" Vrook paused to allow Revan to consider this.

Revan stood there for a moment, unwavering, showing no emotion.

Vrook continued by saying, "Your family died on an outer rim world. As nearly as we can tell, the mandalorians showed up and demanded a tribute. Your father and mother refused, and they were killed. The mandalorians never found you, and master Kreia saved you…"

Vrook could feel the anger within Revan build for a moment, his need for vengeance boiling to the surface. Conflicting emotions came over his face, and the council watched eagerly.

Slowly he brought himself under control. He looked up and dropped to his knees slowly. "For… forgive me masters. I could not control myself … but I am in control now. I understand and thank you for what you have told me."

Many council members nodded to him.

"Now, Revan, we have more questions, just answer them as best as you can…"

Malak watched the remotes move slowly around him. 8 of them, spreading out, all outside of 10 meters.

He felt a slight wave in the force, moving his blade down and to the right as a remote fired a bolt at him. The lightsaber he was using easily deflected it away.

Another one, behind him prepared to fire, and then another one. Malak easily picked off the bolts. More of them fired, and Malak either dodged them or parried them back.

"The turrets are coming online now…" said a computer voice.

Malak instantly started sweating. The room he was in was a lengthy room, over 100 meters long, though less then 30 meters wide. He was at one end with the remotes, while there were turrets, 4 of them, at the far side. The remotes shot un-often, but because they moved they could still be difficult to deflect. The turrets, on the other hand, started firing in a random pattern, firing once every 5 seconds as one. At least at Malaks difficulty stage.

He felt the fire incoming, using his saber to block 2 near shots as he dodged a remote bolt. Being hit by one didn't mean death, but it hurt a lot, as well as acting as a stun bolt… often if you got hit by one a lot of pain was following.

Malak found the turrets tough. They offered a variable that was even farther away, and it took quite a bit of strength to keep track of them.

He continued blocking and dodging for a good 5 minutes before he finally slipped up. 4 turret shots all converged on him at once. He blocked 3, but the forth one got him in his saber arm. His arm instantly went numb, his saber falling from his hand.

The remotes moved in, undaunted, preparing to fire…

Quickly Revan hit the switch outside to stop the exercise before his friend could come to further harm. The remotes slowly backed off and returned to re-charger stations as Malak breathed a deep sigh of relief before coming to the exit.

He opened the door to see Revan grinning at him.

"Stage 7?" asked Revan.

Malak nodded grudgingly. "Damn turrets."

Revan laughed lightly. "Takes a bit of getting used to… by Stage 9 you'll find they become nearly impossible."

"Hey, we're not all super Jedi's," replied Malak jokingly. "How did the meeting with the council go?"
Revan shrugged. "They wanted to ask me some silly questions… nothing important really. I trust you spent the time well."

Malak nodded before looking at the chronometer. "Very well, but now I'm off to studies… Master Vandar had some lessons for me."

Revan grinned. "Fun you shall have."

"Hardy har har…" replied Malak.

"Well, I'm at 'liberty' for the rest of the day… I think I'll go meditate for awhile."

Malak gave a nod to Revan before taking off, as Revan headed for the meditation room…

"Flow with the force…let it lead you where it wills… the art is not to be forced, but it will instead come to you. Can you feel the force around you? Draw from it, use it, and it shall in turn use you… good… very good my apprentice. Hold it… hold it… you're losing it… no, you've got to keep control…"

"Sorry master…" said the young Padawan, hanging her head dejectedly. "It's just… so hard. I tire after holding it for awhile."

She glanced up as an older student entered the room, crossing to the other side of the room. He looked over at her, and she jolted as their eyes met, though she never took her eyes off him, and him either. He stopped, half way to the location he was heading for.

Then, slowly he smiled, turned and continued to walk.

"Bastilla? Are you even listening to… oh come now Bastilla, get control of yourself."

She jerked back into reality as Master Roke spoke to her, blushing furiously.

"Sorry master… I was distracted," she said solemnly.

"Well I know that… but remember there is no emotion, only peace…" replied Roke.

"Yes master."

"It's fine Bastilla… I was young once as well, I remember as well," replied Bastilla's master. "Perhaps a break is in order. This room is fairly empty, I have some business to see to. I will return in 15 minutes and we will resume… you may do as you wish until then."

Bastilla nodded at Roke.

"Well whatever could master Roke be doing? It is of no matter, I should center myself," thought Bastilla. She continued sitting, attempting to concentrate. But no matter what she did, she kept coming back to seeing that man's eyes… those deep, brown eyes that portrayed so much. Love, peace… power… anger and vengeance…

But she was a Jedi… she should have been able to feel his anger, vengeance… and yet she couldn't… maybe she was imagining it…

Those eyes…

Revan sat down to meditate, aware that what had transpired back there was something significant. He just didn't know how… or why.

He pushed this aside and began to meditate, dropping into a light meditation, designed to refresh one self.

But something was pushing its way in… a presence.

The Padawan…

Revan did nothing, merely putting up mental blocks into some areas of his brain, while allowing her to explore others…

It was a quick affair, he could tell that she had a decent amount of power for her age… less then a minute later he opened his eyes.

"Padawan," he called out over the room, empty besides them. He saw the Padawan jerk. "Perhaps you'd like to come meditate over here."

He saw her hesitate, unsure.

"Come on, its fine… I'm not gonna hurt you. If you're so curious, just come talk," he called again.

Slowly, she rose to her feet, padding over softly. She was a bit short, but had a beautiful pale complexion that accentuated her fine features. She looked to be in excellent shape, with a very shapely figure which her padawan robbing did nothing to hide… And her eyes… they had been a deep luscious blue… "Sorry Padawan."

Revan grinned. "Revan will do fine… no need for titles. What's your name?"

The Padawan hesitated again, keeping her eyes looking anywhere but his. "Bastilla…"

Revan nodded. "I see… what exactly were you working on with your master in here… something felt different when I came in."

"It was me trying Battle Meditation. I'm told I have great potential in it."

Revan slowly blinked. "Really… that's an advanced course. I understand only Master Roke and Master Vrook have any understanding at all of it, and Vrook is the only one to of mastered it. That's very impressive."

Bastilla grinned devilishly. "Of course it is… I'm an impressive gal…" she said jokingly, still not looking at him.

Revan grinned back. "Impressive enough to have perfect control of her emotions I'm sure."

Bastilla instantly stopped smiling, hanging her head slightly.

Revan waited, hoping she would say something…

"Sometimes we… sometimes we can't help ourselves," she said softly.

"True, and it is those times that let us know we're human… or in other species cases, whatever species they are. We must embrace them in a way… accept that they are there, but not act on them. The Jedi code is flawed in that way…"

Bastilla was silent, until she finally looked up, to look in his eyes. Her mouth gaped open, then closed.

"I… understand," she said softly.

Revan shook his head, laughing softly. "No, you don't. You believe that you do, but in reality, you truly understand nothing." He saw a scowl come onto her face. "err wait, that came out wrong," he continued. "It's not that you individually don't understand anything. I meant it as in we understand nothing."

The scowl slowly drifted away. "I… understand… or not I guess."

Revan instantly grinned. "That's the spirit. Now, let's work on getting yourself… centered and your mind… off other things… before your master returns…"