Hello everyone. It's been a long time. Life got in the way and I took a step back from writing. Plus I've gone through several harddrives and now I own a new computer, I no longer have an interested in trying to continue the stories I previously wrote unfortunately. In addition I've gotten older so I don't have the interest/free time I used to have.

Anywho, this story will change the age of characters and time of events. In this story, the Jedi that becomes Revan teaches Bastila as her Jedi master before the Mandalorian Wars. In this story, Bastila will be 16 and the Jedi that will be Revan will be 22 at the start. From there the story will evolve.


Padawan of The Revanchist


"So, I take it this is the one you were speaking of?" A robed figure with a face obscured by a hood asked the Twi'lek next to him; the two looking down from the balcony they were on to the training room below. Below, there was about a dozen young apprentices training in pairs overlooked by an older balding man.

Among the apprentices sparring was a teenage girl that uniquely had her hair in pigtails compared the usual ponytail other girls kept their hair in, sparring with a boy who looked slightly younger, though he seemed to be keeping her on the defensive.

"Yes, that is her." The Twi'lek replied. The hooded man nodded, focusing his gaze on the teenager, seeing the frustration starting to show on her face.

"What was her name again?"

"Bastila Shan. She joined us older than most, almost too old. As a result, she's behind in her development."

Down below, as if on que the older balder man gave a holler, "Apprentice Shan! Mind your footing!" which immediately broke the concentration of the girl, allowing a strike from her partner's training saber to knock her off her feet.

"With Master Vrook overseeing her training, I can't say I'm surprised. He's not the most suited Master for certain apprentices; curious he's on Coruscant and not Dantooine." The hooded man commented, watching as the teenager picked herself off the ground, the boy sparring with her helping her up. "Why do you recommend her to me?"

"This batch of apprentices are unusually large this time and Vrook is the ideal master to help sort them out. Additionally, she has transitioned through several Masters, myself included, but she is unusually unreceptive to our methods and stubborn enough to argue. At this rate, she will be slated as chronicler if not removed from the Order entirely. Your unorthodox training from your first Master may be what brings out her latent potential."

Barely seen eyes glanced at the Twi'lek Master before looking back down below. He knew the reason for this many Apprentices. The Jedi Order was hoping to swell its number to recover from Exar Kun's war on the Jedi and Republic. "Yet, you know I'm not looking for a Padawan."

"You've been a Jedi Knight for several years now, unprecedented for your age. As the Jedi Order recovers, we further encourage Knights to train a Padawan before reaching the status of Master if not during. How about a quick trial run? If she falls short, we will revoke her status and make the decision of her future."

Uncertainty swelled in the hooded man, but he also couldn't deny he felt a great deal of potential in the young girl; especially if her strength in the Force was anything to attest to. He steeled his resolve, "Fine. I'll do it."

From below, Vrook gazed on at the apprentices with a near constant frown marring his aged face. Many of the apprentices likely would not have a future as Jedi though some seemed to hold promise. He looked up at the two figures on the balcony, observing a nod from the Twi-lek before returning his gaze to the sparring apprentices. "Everyone stop." He watched as everyone stopped sparring, many deactivating their training saber. "Apprentice Shan, follow me. The rest of you switch partners, try practicing with your off-hand."

He waited a moment to watch the Apprentices swap partners and the teenager to join him. He motioned her to follow as they exited out a nearby door followed by the stairs that led to the balcony; opening the door to reveal the two figures. "Master Zhar, here is Apprentice Shan."

The Twi'lek gave a gentle smile, easing the nervousness he sensed in the young girl. "Ah, hello young Bastila." He motioned to the hooded man next to him, "Meet your new Master for the time being."

The robed man stepped forward, instead of a bow, he extended a gloved hand which the young girl reciprocated, "Thank you for accepting me, Master."

The hooded man flinched unnoticeably to those around him, "Don't thank me yet. This will be a trial period, for which I will decide if you will be my apprentice." The hooded man turned to the other Jedi Masters, "Can we have a moment?"

The two Masters nodded and gave a slight bow before it left the hooded man and teenage girl alone. "Now, I have records of your skills, but I rather hear it from you. I saw you performing Soresu down there to ill effect, is that the form you are comfortable with?"

The teenager shook her head. "No, Master. I wasn't slated well with any more aggressive style and thus suggested to study Soresu."

An unnoticed eyebrow rose, "Were you given the option of studying Jar-Kai? Perhaps you may be slated in using two weapons or even a staff."

The young girl shook her head again, "I was never given the option to try it out."

An unnoticeable sigh. 'Of course, they are weary after Exar Kun'. The robed man stepped back a moment, "Tell me. What do you remember of your life before the Jedi?"

The teenager was taken aback. She was aware she was older than most when she was brought in. "I….I remember both my parents. My father was a treasure hunter, and my mother was always greedy and wanted everything she could and worked my father to the bone. I remember being taken by the Jedi and my mother was happy whereas my father was nowhere to be seen."

Anger was picked up by the robed man. "You think your mother was happy to see you go?"

"Of course!" No hesitation in her voice.

"Treasure hunting is a fickle trade. You can have great gains here and nothing there. Have you ever considered that your mother was happy you were able to be given a better life as a Jedi than as the daughter of a treasure hunter that wasn't guaranteed a successful life?" The man questioned. She was still relatively young and given the age she joined the order that he knew, she likely remembered the events relative to her emotions. "Your father on the other hand could've likely been away at the time to make ends meet."

The young girl contemplated the words spoken but found it hard to believe. "No. I distinctly remember arguing with my mother before I left."

"Of course, you didn't want to leave, and she did."

"You know nothing!" Bastila shouted, her anger bursting forth before composing herself and looking down in slight shame

A small silence sounded as the teenager slowly calmed down and the hooded man just stood there. "Trust me. I was given accounts of your recruitment and it was nothing like that. Your situation was bordering on disaster." The robed made a gesture of his gloved hand to the young girls chin to lift her head up. "Know that your past is not always what you perceive."

A sigh emanated from the young girl. "Yes, Master. I apologize. It's always been a sore spot for me."

The hooded man nodded. "Everyone has those, I only pressed to see how you reacted; surprisingly well I might say. Anyways, let's conclude this for now. I want you to meet me here tomorrow at 0800 hours sharp; I have something for you."

With that, the robed man merely gave a slight bow before walking off, leaving the teenager confused as to what she was getting into.


The Next Day

'Kriff! I'm late!' Bastila shouted to herself internally as she rushed down the hallways of the Jedi Hall of Coruscant, avoiding various Apprentices and Padawans in between the attempt to reach the training ro0m. Upon reaching the area she found the doors closed which struck her as odd but heard muffled voices coming from the adjacent doors of the Council Halls. Out of curiosity she rested her ear to the door.

"You may learn much from taking on an apprentice. Afterall, she isn't all too dissimilar to you as a child." She recognized this voice as Kavar.

"We only ask that you guide her along the right path, the rest shall reveal itself. Your guidance may be the push what she needs in the direction that sets her potential free." This voice she didn't recognize.

Given her distraction, she wasn't expecting the doors to open against her which caused her to fall back with a yelp; revealing the robed man who was to be her Jedi Master.

"Listening in where you?"

Bastila stumbled to recover appearances and form a response. "I…I'm sorry Master. I was late but heard words from the hall and I was curious."

There was an amused hum sounding from underneath his hood which ever obscured his features. "There is nothing wrong with curiosity. Be cautious though in the pursuit of knowledge; for it may be beyond what you are ready for." There was a small pause as the young girl collected herself and stood tall. "I presume you are ready for today's session?"

A small nod from the teenager was answered by a small wave from the hooded man to follow him. In the manner of a few minutes, they were back in the sparring room they met the previous day, but it was only them.

"Now, you mentioned not having good practice with aggressive forms and your defensive forms are not much better; thus, with the blessings of the Council I got something for you." The hooded man pulled out an elongated saber hilt from his robes and tossed it the young girl. "Try this."

Bastila caught the elongated hilt, feeling her hands on the grips before activating the weapon; two blue blades extending from each end. "A dual blade? I thought it was discouraged by the council."

"Discouraged, but not banned." The robed man stated, "Lightsaber forms largely are not inherent in regard to their alignment in the Force. For the Jedi, their forms lean more towards the Light, but any Dark Jedi can draw from his experiences. With that, the Council will not prevent me from introducing you to this.

The teenager studied the hilt briefly before activating the weapon; two cyan blades emitting form the hilt before she briefly swung the weapon around. It was surreal, she only wielded a lightsaber once before as practice, even then it was a single blade; this time she felt a sort of excitement.

"Now, adjust the output of your emitter, reduce it down to a training saber." The man instructed, watching the teenager do so, seeing the blades dim slightly. "Alright, now let us see how you fare with the weapon." He drew his own weapon, a similar cyan blade emitting from his hilt.

Bastila watched the man hold no stance, just letting his blade point towards the ground. Something irked her in that he wasn't taking her seriously. Nonetheless, she decided she would strike first. She rushed the man, using the blade on her right to slash as the man's chest. Expectedly she was met with a similar cyan blade to block her slash. Instincts went into overdrive as Bastila disengaged the locked blade, allowing her to use her remaining blade to slash as the man's knee. Unfortunately, the man superhumanly evaded the strike by parrying; causing the teenager to stumble slightly from the force of the strike.

"Aggressive. Fitting and promising. With a nod, he signaled for another attack.

Bastila again charged, using her second blade to engage with the robed man. Of course, she was met with a blade lock; this time she deactivated the lock blade to enable her to strike the man in the chin with the hilt of her lightsaber. The robed man recoiled slightly as Bastila went to strike at his back with the remaining blade, only to be met by a foreign push; courtesy of the Force.

"Improvisation. That was inspired." The robed man commented. Standing straight as he rubbed his shadowed chin. "What else do you want to try?"

Bastila charged again but found any attempt to come around his defenses; many times she used the advantage of two blades to make unexpected strikes only to be met by the cyan blade of the robed man, or occasionally felt the force push her back.

After a short bout, Bastila was starting to feel exhaustion creep up on her; only to watch the robed man straighten before deactivating his lightsaber. "Not bad at all. Perhaps a saberstaff may be fit for you to study." The teenager gave a sigh, almost relieved the spar was over.

The robed man stretched out his senses with the Force, probing her mind. He sensed a mixture of frustration, nervousness, and…fear? He would have to address this if she was to be his apprentice.

"Don't be so nervous, you did just fine, especially with a new weapon. I shall report these results to the council and call on you later." He reached out with the Force and summoned the saberstaff from the teenager's hands, much to her surprise. A slight bow was given before the man walked away. "I suggest you study the designs of the saberstaff in the meantime."


Standing outside the council halls, the robed man pondered his decision regarding the teenager he was possibly to mentor. She was stubborn, which he was warned about. On top of that she was easily riled given the right trigger regarding her past. With that aside, she possessed an innate connection to the Force that he had not seen before; his only example being her being compared to him. From his observations of her from watching her, her stubborn nature made her not want to give up which was a plus.

With this moment of thought, he knocked on the door to the council hall. The doors opened and he walked in to see the various Jedi Council members seated in their chairs; some obviously absent due to being on Dantooine otherwise.

"So, have you come to a decision?" Master Kavar asked.

"Before I answer. I first need to ask how she was trained. She is far too nervous and fearful of failure. This is not something an apprentice should feel." The robed man responded.

A white hair woman answered, "We hold our apprentices to the highest standard; which is now you. We must recover our strength after the previous war."

"Atris, I'm not a measuring stick. No one should be compared to another." A slight hint of a growl emanated from underneath the hood.

"Peace, Master Atris." Master Zhar spoke up. "Not everyone has the same potential in the Force. But please, tell us, what do you think of young Bastila?"

A silence surrounded the chambers. He had only known her a day; sparred with her once. He knew enough. She may be stubborn but felt she may learn from him. She still was emotional, but he could teach her to control her emotions in a positive way.

The man gave a heavy sigh before speaking his answer.


The next few days went slowly for Bastila. The man who was to be her Master, if even temporarily, had not summoned or even contacted her in that time. Her nerves were beginning to get the better of her.

She had gone through several Masters before and she knew the consequence that came from not gaining a master; destined to being a chronicler or even removed from the Jedi Order. What would she do if she was removed? She had Jedi training, maybe she could find some use as a bodyguard or mercenary? Find her parents and learn the truth of why she joined the Jedi Order?

The thoughts were so prevalent that she almost didn't realized the knock at the door to her quarters. Quickly she stood up and pressed the dial pad to opened the door. It opened to reveal the robed man who was her temporary master. "M-Master?"

A short silence, "I talked to the Council. Unfortunately, I do not have good news." He watched as the teenager's face went from curiosity to shock and then to sadness. "You'll have to put up with me for the future." He couldn't resist the smile forming on his face as the teenager recoil at the revelation, going from surprise to anger.

"Did you have to joke about it!?" Bastila asked, anger prevalent in her voice, which only served to amuse the robed man further.

"Sorry. Sorry. I couldn't resist. Anyways," Slowly the man raised his hands to his hood, lowering it, revealing his features to the teenager. Bastila wasn't expecting much but seeing the man under the hood she somehow enjoyed it. He was handsome, in her own thoughts. Full eyebrows, piercing honey brown eyes that held a certain warmth to them, followed by his rich brown hair that reached his jaw; tucked neatly behind his ears. "Anyways, I never formally introduced myself. I don't remember my real name, but I now go by-"


No, I'm not gonna be the person who gives Revan a real name as it was never revealed in the original lore. Bastila and Alek/Malak will know his name but he will never be referred to it. In the end this will be a Revan/Bastila story, but it will be a very slow build. One small thing I want to note is because Revan in this story will be invested in his teaching Bastila, his friendship with Alek will be impacted that will change the outcome of the normal story.