KOTOR: The Fate of Revan

Chapter 4: A Mysterious Threat

Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Star Wars or any of the Knights of the Old Republic games. These games' rights belong to Bioware and LucasArts

Since Malak's fall, news had been slow most days in the galaxy. Surprisingly, the holonet was now flooded with news. Bastila studied it carefully in her new room. Gaining all the knowledge she had been seeking, she promptly turned off the device and sat next to Revan.

"Things have been chaotic all day," Bastila announced.

Revan raised an eyebrow. "Really? What's been happening?"

"Since you killed Malak, the Sith have been fighting amongst themselves for control," she said. "It seems that they're having their own civil war now."

Revan smiled. "Makes things easier for us."

Bastila nodded. "And it gives us more free time."

"I guess so," Revan responded.

Bastila snuggled close to him, looking closely into his eyes. "There's something we haven't done yet."

"What?" he asked.

She pushed him on the bed and climbed on to him. "You've been wanting this, right?"

Revan grinned. "I knew you'd break this early. You just can't resist my sexy looks.

"Oh shut up you bantha fodder," she teased.

The two laughed and began to undress. Revan stared at Bastila. He truly felt fortunate at times. She had a fun personality, gorgeous looks, and more good intentions than anyone else. Realizing that it was time for sex and not emotional reflection, he pounced on his mate smirking at her.

"They're all fools," he spat.

His bald associate turned to him. "Calm down, Revan. Should we really be judging the Council's decision?"

Revan looked at his friend, his eyes seething with anger. "You heard what they said, Malak. They somehow managed to laugh at us and lecture us all at once."

"Well you can't blame Master Vrook," Malak replied. "I mean, do you actually have a plan?"

Revan nodded as the two continued walking down the hallway. "Of course! Round up the Jedi and use them to aid the Republic."

Malak shook his head. "That isn't what I meant. What military experience do you actually have? You might be a skilled Jedi, but you've never participated in a war before!"

"In many ways, Malak, wars really aren't that hard to approach," Revan said. "In every assignment we've taken as members of the Jedi Order, we've had to develop some sort of strategy towards succeeding. This war can be approached in the same way."

"But you need some sort of strategy," Malak said.

"I know," Revan replied. "And I'll develop one. But what matters right now is that we're going to take action unlike that useless council."

Malak looked at him in confusion. "We?"

Revan nodded. "I need your help, my friend. Help me free the galaxy from these Mandalorian scum."

Malak crossed his arms. "I'm still doubtful if this is the right way."

Revan held his friend by the shoulder, leading him to the window. Below they saw a group of wounded Republic soldiers, some of them missing body parts. "See those soldiers? Believe or not, they got lucky. More than half of their comrades probably died."

Malak had no response, tempting Revan to continue.

"People are suffering more than ever, Malak!" Revan stated. "The economy is dying, civilians are dying, our soldiers are dying…all because the Jedi Council is too afraid."

"They're just worried that there's more to this war than we think," Malak argued.

Revan shook his head. "I don't think so. And even if there is, what difference does it make? Things are too awful right now. I ask you, Malak. Would you rather save the galaxy or be another lapdog of the council?"

Malak stood there, deep in thought. Even though he had agreed to visit the council with Revan, he was stilling having second thoughts. The council surely had good reasons for not wanting to get involved. But the Republic was losing the war. If something wasn't done, the Mandalorians would win in mere months.

"I'll join you," Malak said.

Revan smiled in gratitude. "Thank you, Malak. Together, we'll find a way to win this war. No matter what it takes."

Blinded by the rising sun, Revan peeked his eyes open to find himself in the next morning. He saw Bastila on his left, lying like an angel. Only unlike most angels, she was wearing her undergarments. Revan looked down to see that he was in only his boxers. The other lover woke up, stretching her arms. She smiled at Revan.

"Good morning," she said.

"Yeah…but what a strange night," Revan muttered.

Despite what he thought, Bastila heard him. "That's what you thought of our first time?"

Revan widened his eyes. "What? Oh, no that was amazing."

Still smiling, Bastila lowered her gaze. "So this is what it feels like to no longer be a virgin."

"I can't remember how that feels," Revan told her.

She narrowed her eyes at him, thinking he had slipped. "What?"

Revan smiled. "Relax, I'm joking! Though, with so much of my memory gone, I may have had sex with someone while I was a dark lord."

Bastila started to laugh. "Oh shut up!"

She hit him with a pillow, but Revan was quick enough to block it with his own. After exchanging a few hits, the pair laughed and lied down, immersed in each others' eyes.

Revan suddenly looked serious. "I had another memory in my dream last night."

Bastila raised her eyebrows. "Again? Maybe all your memories are returning after all."

He nodded. "You know what that means, right?"

"What?" she inquired.

The Jedi smirked. "It means that miss know-it-all was wrong."

Bastila crouched up, holding her pillow. "Do you want to resume our pillow fight?"

Strangely, Revan was still serious. "It was when I finished arguing with Council and decided to become part of the war."

Bastila lied back down. "You had good intentions. But the Council felt that something else had caused the war."

"Oh really?" he asked. "Then what started it? I haven't seen anything else emerge after the war besides the Sith empire that Malak and I created."

"I'm not sure, Revan," Bastila said. "But if you really want to know why they attacked, I'd ask Canderous."

Revan groaned. "Of course he's light years away when I really need him."

"We can worry about that later," she assured him. "Today we have to attend Carth's ceremony."

"Oh that's right!" Revan exclaimed. "He's being promoted to admiral, right?"

"Yes," Bastila answered. "For his efforts in the defeat of Malak, Carth is going to be promoted 2 ranks higher!"

"Smart decision," he added. "If anyone can lead the Republic, it's Carth."

Throughout their journey together, Carth and Revan had truly gotten to know each other. Without Carth's strategy, Revan may have never gotten off the Leviathan, or even the Endar Spire for that matter. They truly were best friends. Revan truly showed he had changed from his old Sith ways when he turned Carth's son Dustil back to the light side. On that day, Revan had never seen Carth happier…except perhaps when Malak was defeated. It was tough at first though, since Carth preferred to avoid talking about his personal life. Over time that personality vanished though, and Carth became much more friendly.

Revan grinned. "I guess it's only fair. I had my moment of glory when I defeated Malak. Now it's Carth's time to shine."

Dozens of friends and military officials were gathered in a glamorous dining hall. At one table were Carth, Revan, Jolee, Bastila, and Juhani.

"Thanks for coming, guys," Carth said. "It really means a lot to me."

"Why wouldn't we come, Carth?" Revan said. "We're all friends. Right guys?"

The others nodded in agreement.

"That's good to hear," Carth replied as his voice lowered to a whisper. "Because honestly, a few of these military guys aren't here because they WANT to be. If anything, they're just showing up to keep their reputation."

Carth pointed to an old man whose head was balding. "That guy, for example, is Admiral Thoon. And I KNOW he hates me, because I'm taking his position as admiral. He was demoted after he lost a battle at Alderaan."

At this moment, Admiral Dodonna, head of the entire Republic fleet, stepped up to the podium.

"Attention," she said. "Could I have everyone's attention?"

Immediately the guests stopped eating.

"I'd like to thank all of you for attending this ceremony," she began. "Today, we're honoring a man whose bravery knows no bounds…a soldier I have personally known and served with during this war. If it weren't for this man, Malak would be alive on this day, and our Republic would be on the verge of falling under his infinite fleet from the Star Forge."

Suddenly, Revan felt like a huge shockwave hit his head. It was a disturbance in the force, and a huge one at that. He tried to sense where it was coming from, but it was difficult. Whoever it was had hints of the Dark Side, yet was very weak and thus hard to detect. Revan looked at Bastila, knowing she sensed the same thing. Despite his immense skill in force detection, Revan just couldn't find the man.

"I am proud to present Carth Onasi…the newest admiral in the Republic fleet!" Dodonna announced.

Everyone began to clap while Carth approached the podium. Yet Bastila and Revan continued searching, determined to locate the disturbance. Revan's eyes widened when he saw it: an officer had a rifle aimed directly at Carth. A laser flew from the weapon. Carth turned to see it racing towards his head, only a foot away. He dove to the floor, but didn't hear the laser hit anything. The soldier looked up to see the laser frozen in mid-air and Revan holding out his hand. In an instant, Revan whipped the laser into the rogue officer's chest. The Jedi approached the officer, and upon seeing that he lacked a nametag, realized he was a fraud.

"Who are you?" Revan asked. "Who sent you here?"

The man looked up at Revan, coughing as his life slowly bled away. "You betrayed us, Revan. But it makes no difference. The Sith Emperor will have his revenge."

"Sith Emperor…" the Jedi muttered in confusion. "Who is that?"

The assassin laughed. "Some great Jedi. You can't even remember your own past."

With that statement, he closed his eyes and died.

Revan sat back down, smiling at Carth. "Go on. I didn't come here to see your big day ruined."

Grinning with gratitude, Carth stepped up to the podium and began his speech. For the moment though, his Jedi friend tuned him out. Revan stared at the body, puzzled by what he said. He didn't know ANYTHING about a Sith Emperor. It sounded like some sort of leader. But the only true leader the Sith had was the Dark Lord of the Sith. Yet this seemed to be an entirely different title. And why was the assassin after Carth? Did he have a bone to pick with this emperor?

Trying to focus on Carth, Revan looked back at the podium, intently listening to his dear friend.