Hello! Welcome to Page 3 of Chapter One! I'd like to thank those who decided to follow this story, as well as for the comments! The time has come; the reborn Darth Revan moves to face his former friend and apprentice, Darth Malak, to reclaim his title as the true Dark Lord, and avenge himself for Malak's betrayal. Meanwhile, Bastila, under Canderous' protection, prepares to bolster the Sith armada with her Battle Meditation to crush the attacking Republic Fleet...


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Supported by five blockade runners and over a hundred starfighters, Admiral Forn Dodonna's flagship, the Restitute, makes a bold move to break through the increasingly precise and deadly Sith blockade. Meeting this threat, several Interdictor Cruisers move from behind the front lines of the blockade to intercept the Republic ships. Behind them, hundreds of Sith starfighters swarm, screaming past the cruisers at high speed. Settling into position, the Interdictors turn broadside against the coming threat, targeting the enemy cruisers with turbolaser cannons. Without hesitation, the Interdictors unleash a barrage of crimson lasers, blazing past their own starfighters, and obliterate the nearest Republic starship in seconds. The Sith starfighters break off from their head-on charge, turning into streaming arcs in order to come at the Republic ships' flanks.

Aboard the Restitute, Admiral Dodonna gazes, horrified, at the tactical holoscreen shining at the center of the ship's bridge. The edges of her mouth droop, and it feels as though her heart had crawled its way into her throat.

"This... what happened?" the distraught Admiral laments. "We were breaking through... we were pushing them back...! But the tide of battle turned against us?"

She watches the display as blips representing other cruisers and starfighters blink out of existence, some in groups at a time. She shakes her head at the terrifying sight.

"The entire Sith fleet is reacting almost instantly to everything we throw at them? Their cruisers and starfighters hit their targets in perfect unison, in perfect strategic form! I've... I've never seen such precision in a fleet!" Dodonna chokes out, half terrified, half grudgingly impressed. "What changed?"

Master Vandar stands next to Admiral Dodonna, also closely observing the sudden shift in Sith tactical effectiveness. His eyes narrow.

"I have seen such a thing before - but never from the Sith... It's... almost as if..." Vandar's eyes widen with appalled realization, his hand rising to grip the collar of his deep blue tunic. "No...! Bastila... Bastila is using her Battle Meditation against us!"

Admiral Dodonna blinks, and her head snaps to stare at the Jedi Master, her expression further mixed with confusion and dread.

"That can't be," Dodonna replies quietly. "Bastila is on our side!"

Vandar's eyes close for a moment, and then open as he stares at the clean floor.

"No, she is no longer with us." Vandar almost whispers. "I thought I sensed something... different about her during the transmission, but I thought I was sensing the evil of the Star Forge itself... How wrong I was... Bastila has turned to the Dark Side, Admiral..."

Vandar raises his face to look up at Dodonna.

"Admiral, you must give the order to retreat!" the diminutive Jedi insists urgently, but Dodonna shakes her head.

"I can't give that order." the Admiral replies, her tone sounding resigned. She turns to look through the forward transparasteel viewscreen, and stares at the massive structure of the Star Forge. "This may be our only chance to destroy that monstrosity. We've suffered too many losses now, if we retreat... We can't withdraw... we can't."

"...Then... you will lose this battle." Vandar replies, remorseful.

Outside the Restitute, the battlefield is in chaos as turbolasers sear through hulls, and Republic starfighters explode as they are struck by enemy fire, or crash into cruisers as their engines give out. Nothing, not a single Republic cruiser or starfighter, manages to penetrate the Sith defensive line.


Darth Revan walks silently through a winding hall, accompanied only by the sounds of his bootfalls against the metal floor as he goes. Finally, he stops in front of a large door, gazing at it. He senses something beyond... Revan raises a hand, invoking the Force as he looks at the door's control panel, but before he acts his will upon it, the large door slides open, and the sight of two Jedi Knights, clawing at their throats against an invisible hand that strangles them, greets the reborn Dark Lord's eyes. Standing between them, almost stoic in his calm demeanor, is Darth Malak.

The Dark Lord's eyes flicker from the Jedi, to Revan, and the pale skin of his forehead wrinkles as he furrows his brows. Darth Malak takes several steps forward towards Revan, his hands hanging loosely at his sides, and stops mere strides away from his former master, ignoring the still struggling Jedi. For a brief moment, the two merely glare at one another. Malak grabs his lightsaber, igniting the blade with a loud HISSSS. He emits a short, electronic chuckle, and suddenly whirls around on the spot, hurling his lightsaber at one Jedi, while simultaneously unleashing a stream of forking lightning from the fingertips of his other hand. The lightning strikes first, instantly taking the life of its intended victim, while the whirling saber slashes the other Jedi's neck, separating her head from her shoulders. Both Jedi fall to the floor, one a charred husk, the other headless, as Darth Malak turns back to Revan, catching his recalled lightsaber in hand.

"This game between us, I tire of it, Revan." Malak growls through his steel jaw. "For too long have you been a thorn in my side... Ever since I first ripped the mantle of Dark Lord from you!"

Malak deactivates his lightsaber, and raises his free hand, curling his fingers into a tight fist.

"You have made a grave error in coming here, my old master." Malak taunts icily. "The Star Forge fuels me; it enhances my power of the Dark Side! You cannot defeat me here, and this time - you cannot escape!"

"You are mistaken, Malak." Revan retorts, feeling his anger seething. "Your betrayal failed, I am the Dark Lord of the Sith. I always have been, despite what the Jedi Council did to me. You would be wise to kneel, and beg for my leniency."

"Perhaps you have reclaimed your identity, Revan, but the power you once wielded is gone!" Darth Malak roars back furiously. "You are no longer the Dark Lord! You are nothing! You are not but an insignificant speck of dust, beneath my notice! I have long surpassed you in every possible way, and I have achieved what you never could - I have unlocked the full potential of this ancient Rakatan creation!"

Revan's eyes narrow coldly.

"What do you mean?" Revan asks gruffly.

"It makes sense that you would not know," Malak reflects. "But at one time, I believe you suspected what I discovered. But you never knew the truth of this place; the very walls are alive with Dark Side energy... And now, I will call on the Star Forge itself to destroy you!"

Behind Revan, several strange-looking machines whir to life, making Revan take his eyes off Darth Malak. Using this brief advantage, Malak throws up his left palm, using the Force to hurl Revan away from the door, and slam him against the metal wall. Laughing, Malak turns away and closes the door, locking Revan out. The reborn lord hurries back to his feet just in time to witness an intense flash of light. When the light fades, a spider-like droid, armed with a top-mounted blaster cannon, comes clambering forward. All along the walls of the winding hall, similar machines flash with light, and more droids crawl forward. Revan's lip curls, and he summons the lightsaber from his belt to his open right hand, igniting the purple blade, and prepares himself for battle...


Canderous Ordo stands, arms crossed, watching the giant projection of the battle raging beyond the walls of the Star Forge.

"Huh. Too bad we didn't have this thing during the Mandalorian Wars." Canderous grunts. "We'd have built a fleet rivaling the one these Sith have; but better."

"If you don't mind, keep quiet." Bastila grunts, eyes closed and sitting cross-legged on the floor, keeping her back propped up against the projector itself. "I need to concentrate."

"Ha! Not for much longer." Canderous chuckles. "The Republic fleet is almost completely wiped out. They have less than a dozen cruisers left, and their fighters are falling like bogflies in a fire!"

"Thanks to my Battle Meditation." Bastila pridefully retorts. "Now, quiet!"


The wreckage of several flaming Hammerhead-class Cruisers detonate within view of Admiral Dodonna's flagship as a swarm of Sith starfighters rocket towards her vessel. The ship's two defending starfighter squadrons bravely attempt to intercept, firing into the cloud of enemy fighters, but all of them are obliterated in moments...

The Republic Blockade Runners fire fruitlessly on the Sith fighters, a last attempt to defend themselves, but to no avail. The combined firepower of the Sith fighters and approaching Interdictor Cruisers overwhelm them completely. Aboard the Restitute, Admiral Dodonna holds her left hand against her mouth.

"We've lost another capital ship... It's... It's hopeless...!" the Republic officer laments in a defeated tone. She turns to her crew. "Give the order to pull back! All Republic forces - pull back!"

But the crew exchange a hopeless expression with the Admiral. Jedi Master Vandar lets out a remorseful sigh.

"It is... too late for retreat, Admiral Dodonna..." he says, looking up at the tactical display. "The Sith armada has us cut off. There is... no escape for us."

Admiral Dodonna looks down at Vandar, and then to her crew, her willpower alone holding back a river of tears waiting to burst forth.

"I am sorry, everyone. We tried." Dodonna finally says. "But hope is not lost. There will be someone else, one day, who will destroy the Sith."

Dodonna walks away from the tactical display with Vandar, stopping at the very front of the bridge to take one final glimpse of space. What true beauty, the galaxy is. And darkness will, she firmly believes, will one day be overcome.

"Helmsman. All ahead full. Ram the nearest Sith cruiser." Admiral Dodonna orders, her tone returning to one of stern confidence.

"Yes Admiral." the helmsman replies, sounding, in a way, relieved.

"If we are to die, it shall be on our terms." Dodonna declares. She and Vandar watch as the Restitute closes fast on a Sith warship. "For the Republic!"

Her crew roars the same three words with finality in response. Master Vandar nods.

"And may the Force, be with us all." he adds in.

Surprised by the sudden charge, the Sith Interdictor Cruiser is unable to evade the speeding Republic capital ship, and the two collide in a dazzling explosion...


Darth Revan stands among the smoking wreckage of several dozen destroyed war droids, and gazes at the ruined machines that spawned them. He takes a deep breath, and turns back to the large door. His steps heavy, and his jaw set, Revan walks to the door, raising a hand to activate the door's control panel. The door, at last, opens and permits the furious man to pass. Revan walks along a narrow walkway as he enters the Command Chamber, and ascends the stairs, taking a moment as he walks to observe his surroundings. He easily identifies the controls situated below five tall transparasteel screens, showing the battle raging outside. Along the wall below the controls, are what appear to be a small number of Jedi prisoners. But when Revan reaches out with his senses, they feel... empty...

As he nears, Darth Malak, arms crossed and back facing his former master, turns to glare at Revan.

"I suppose I should have known. You did well; I was certain that the Star Forge's defenses would be enough to dispatch you, but clearly you have more of your former self alive in you than I expected you would." Darth Malak grudgingly admits, letting his hands fall to his sides. "Your power... it is greater now than it ever was during your reign as the Dark Lord; how that is possible... I do not know."

"You underestimated me, Malak." Revan replies coolly. "I have always been more powerful than you. It is for that reason that I was the master, and you the apprentice."

Malak emits a bemused electronic chuckle as Revan slips his arms out of his cloak, letting it fall to the floor behind him.

"Perhaps, for a time, you were indeed superior to me. But I surpassed you in time. And the master must always be stronger than the apprentice; it is for that reason I betrayed you that day."

"I was told that you fired upon my ship." Revan calmly growls. "You did not surpass me; you betrayed me from a distance. You were afraid... afraid of challenging me directly!"

As if his words were knives, Malak blinks and takes a step back, only to clench his hands into fists, his eyes burning with hatred.

"No! I was prepared to challenge you, Revan!" Malak barks back furiously. "But the Force granted me with a better option; an opportunity I saw and seized it! The trap the Jedi set for you only allowed me to act sooner than expected! Even if they had not attacked, I would have challenged you for the title of Dark Lord soon enough!"

Now, it was Revan's turn to laugh mirthlessly.

"Soon enough?" Revan retorts, bemused. "You knew that I was more powerful than you then, as you know it now. I would have killed you, just as I am going to kill you here and now!"

Darth Malak straightens his posture, readying his lightsaber with his right hand.

"You are eager to blood... as am I." Malak replies with an even tone. "Very well, I shall kill you, and prove once and for all that I am the true Dark Lord of the Sith! The victor shall decide the fate of the Galaxy!"

In unison, the lightsaber blades of both Dark Lords erupt from their emitters, and clash against each other in a ferocious storm of crimson and violet. Malak favors wielding his lightsaber with one hand, allowing the reigning Dark Lord to spin his blade into tighter defensive parries, while permitting him to make intense counter slashes and thrusts. Revan's movements are fluid, favoring a terrifying mixture of the Lightsaber combat forms, as he expertly switches his lightsaber from one hand to the other, forward grip to reverse grip, giving him a wide array of assault options; all of which he utilizes.

An observer would be in awe of the sheer skill and speed of both combatants. At times, the two would engage in brief locks, while at other times, their strikes and counter maneuvers would appear as blurs to the naked eye. Neither warrior dared surrender ground. Taking advantage of a small opening, Revan slaps his blade against Malak's, forcing the crimson blade upward, opening Malak to an attack. Revan immediately capitalizes, bringing his lightsaber down in an angled horizontal slash. The blade bites through Malak's torso armor, burning a thin line across the Dark Lord's flesh. Using the momentum, Revan thrusts his left hand forward, hurling Malak backwards with a powerful Force Push.

Darth Malak slams against the platform wall of the controls above them, but quickly returns to his feet. He glances down at his chest, holding his free hand against the long wound, then raises his furious eyes to Revan once more. Malak steps forward, stopping only a few yards away from his opponent.

"You... continue to amaze me." Malak admits, breathing heavily through his nose. "Had you discovered the true power this station possesses, you truly would have become invincible. How fortunate for me..."

Revan stays rooted to the spot, listening closely.

"But... you were a fool, Revan..." Malak continues tauntingly. "The Star Forge, in your eyes, was nothing more than a gigantic factory with which your feeble mind only imagined creating an infinite armada coming forth to destroy the Republic and solidify your Empire... You were blind and stupid!"

"Are you trying to buy time to recover, or is there a point to this incessant chatter?" Revan challenges angrily.

"The Star Forge... is so much more than a factory. In a way, it is alive. It hungers, Revan, and can feed on the Dark Side within us all!" Malak declares, sounding oddly triumphant. He gestures to the Jedi still held up by the pod-like prison energies. "Look here, Revan. These bodies, do you recognize them? These are Jedi who fell when I destroyed the Academy on Dantooine! They are all, essentially, dead, save for one difference..."

"You..." Revan whispers, his eyes narrowing.

"Yes... I prevented them from joining the Force!" Malak declares, his voice rising. "Rather, I brought them back here, where the Star Forge corrupts all that remains of their power... and... transfers the tainted essence directly to me!"

Malak turns to one of the corpses, and raises his open, outstretched hand. A stream of reddish energy snakes out from the chest of a female Twi'lek Jedi, and soars across the room to Malak, washing over his arm and body; all the while, the Twi'lek Jedi's body shrivels, taking on the appearance of a long mummified corpse. Revan's eyes widen as he watches the long wound across Malak's chest heal almost instantly as Malak laughs.

"You cannot hope to defeat me here on the Star Forge, Revan!" Malak growls. "Not when I can draw on the power of these Jedi!"

Rejuvenated, Darth Malak leaps at Revan, who kicks off the floor to the right, avoiding the downward stab of Malak's lightsaber. Once again, the two engage in a flurry of lightning-fast slashes and parries. Revan breaks off, sliding backwards. Unrelenting, Malak raises both hands and unleashes a torrent of lightning against Revan, who barely manages to intercept the forking, deadly energy with his free left hand, using the Force to create a barrier. The lightning begins to push Revan back, inch by inch. In a bold move, Revan twists his body, guiding the Force Lightning away from his body, while simultaneously throwing his lightsaber in a furious spinning arc.

Malak, taken by surprise, is unable to stop the whirling blade from running through all of the Jedi he holds prisoner, severing them from their prisons. Malak's eyes widen with shocked realization, and he throws a look of enraged hatred at his former master.

"You...!" Darth Malak spits venomously, to which Darth Revan merely offers a smug smirk as he recalls his lightsaber back into his right hand.

"Your advantage is gone, Malak." Revan taunts haughtily. "You really should learn to talk less."

With a furious roar, Malak charges at Revan, and the two clash. Off balanced by Revan's taunts, and the loss of his source of additional power, Darth Malak's movements become more sloppy, leaving him open more and more often. Revan breaks through Malak's defenses, and aims a horizontal slash at Malak's armored neck, but Malak draws his head back just in time, though suffering a cut to the bottom of his mechanical jaw. Furious, Malak attacks, but Revan batters right through the assault, cutting thin, burning lines across Malak's left arm and right thigh. Desperate as Revan moves in, Malak roars and unleashes another torrent of Force Lightning upon Revan. The act surprises Revan, hurling his lightsaber out of his hands, but Revan manages to catch the dark side energies in his palms with the Force.

Though pushed back several feet, Revan begins to slowly approach Malak, pushing against the raging lightning, much to Darth Malak's wide-eyed horror. Summoning his own dark power, Revan's hands ignite with purple lightning, pushing against the blue stream of Malak's own. Unable to defend himself, Darth Malak's body is engulfed in the searing, intense Force Lightning unleashed by Revan, and the former screams in agony as he is thrown bodily through the air. Malak crashes against the metal floor with a loud thud and clang as his head hits the ground. Twitching, Malak attempts to stand as Revan walks to him, stalking around to stop behind Malak like a Tuk'ata preparing to leap upon it's prey. Malak's mechanical wheezing is now the only sound that either can hear; all else, even the battle slowly coming to an end outside the Star Forge, seemed non-existent.

"It... it isn't possible... I... am the Dark Lord of the Sith...!" Malak struggles to speak, only able to rise to one knee.

"You're wrong, Malak." Darth Revan replies, his heavy breathing starting to calm. "I am the true master of the Sith. I always have been. And now, once more, I reclaim my title, and my Empire."

Revan raises his right hand, summoning Malak's lightsaber into his awaiting palm, reigniting the burning crimson blade as he gazes down, expressionless, at his former apprentice. Malak emits a short, painful chuckle.

"Yes... I cannot deny this..." Malak admits, accepting his coming fate. "The only one... who deserves to be the... who deserves to reign as the Dark Lord... is you... Revan... And... as the darkness takes me... I... I am nothing..."

Without a word, Revan raises Malak's lightsaber with both hands, and brings the blade down at an angle, slashing through the defeated Sith Lord's back, spine, and lungs with a single stroke. Darth Malak slumps forward, killed almost instantly by the strike, and Revan leers down at his former apprentice.

"You were never meant to rule." Revan whispers. "But I should thank you for your betrayal, Malak. Without it, my power would not have grown to this level. So for that, you have my sincere thanks."

Quietly, Darth Revan deactivates Malak's lightsaber, and summons his own back to his left hand, and clips them both to his belt. Revan walks away from Malak's corpse to retrieve and don his cloak from the floor. Pulling up the cowl, Revan steps up to the controls of the Star Forge, staring out into space to enjoy the spectacle of the Republic Fleet's destruction...


Several weeks have passed since the Battle of the Star Forge. Since the event, the Sith armies invaded Rakata prime, slaughtering the remaining remnants of the Rakata themselves, and established themselves on the world. From the balcony of a Rakatan Temple, Bastila looks out over hundreds of Sith soldiers, as well as a gathering of Dark Jedi who declared their allegiance to Darth Revan upon Malak's death. The troops and war droids stand in perfect rows, forming several tight squares, all gazing upwards at the former Jedi.

"Malak's death has come at the hands of the only one who truly rules this Empire! His betrayal has been avenged!" Bastila calls out to her cheering crowd. "Now, all hail Darth Revan - the true Dark Lord of the Sith!"

Darth Revan, now wearing a much more regal outfit bearing a resemblance to the one he wore before Malak's betrayal, save for the lack of his mask, walks forward, arms clasped against the small of his back. The breeze nudges the edges of his hood and coattails. The soldiers below erupt into loud cheers that could shake the sky itself, all chanting: "All hail Lord Revan!" over and over. Yes, his time has come again. Even as they chant, the soldiers and war droids kneel, bowing their heads in a show of obedience.

"All Sith bow before you, as they should. For you have reclaimed the throne that is rightfully yours!" Bastila lovingly says to her master, also kneeling at his side. She now wears an outfit similar to Revan's, though less regal in appearance, and rather than coattails, her legs are hidden behind the outfit's dress. "The Jedi Order is practically in tatters, and the Republic is on retreat from sectors across the galaxy as they attempt to bolster their defenses in the Core Worlds. It is only a matter of time before your forces wipe the Republic and the Jedi from the face of the galaxy!"

"As I said, my love, destruction is not the only way to defeat one's enemies." Darth Revan replies with a dark smile. "In time, you shall see what I mean."

"Yes, my Lord." Bastila replies gladly.


WHOO! So! Not wanting to let a ton of time go by before I could write another page, I decided to play Knights of the Old Republic again for inspiration! And it helped A LOT. Fortunately, I had a save file where I left off on Rakata Prime/Lehon just before entering the Rakatan Temple. (I really hate that puzzle you have to solve on the floor before the door opens on the upper floors!) Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this page! But this is where things really kick off story-wise. There is going to be a slight time skip, probably just a couple months or so, for... you know... plot characters. XD The major difference between this Dark Side ending and KOTOR's, is that I wont have Revan charging off into the Unknown Regions by himself. There are a few things from the Revan book, and KOTOR 2 that I will be referencing throughout this story, but I hope you enjoy it! Thank you for reading Star Wars - Fall of the Old Republic, and I'll see you guys when the next page is ready to post!