Okay, in addition to creditting LucasArts/Bioware with these characters and lots of the dialogue (not me *pout*), I need to credit cjt0202 with the mod that allows the alternate (and better, in my opinion) dialogue for the opening conversation. Enjoy!

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Much as he didn't want to be doing this, much as he wished she could just be Kenna, the hard truth was staring him in the face, beating acceptance of the one thing he never would have imagined happening into him no matter how hard he resisted. "I need to know if what Malak said about you is true or not, first. You aren't…" He hesitated, unable to actually say the name, feeling his world flip upside down. "you can't be, can you?"

"I don't care what Malak said!" Kenna insisted, trying to convince herself almost as much as Carth. "I'm not Darth Revan, I'm Kenna Tasman!" She swallowed the bitter tears threatening to spill out, desperately hoping he believed her. Please, flyboy, please.

Mission narrowed her eyes. "Revan? What…what are you talking about? Is this some kind of joke?"

Carth's heart rebelled against the words being true even as he spoke. "No, it's no joke." Oh, how I wish it was. Kenna… "The Jedi Council captured Revan and erased the Dark Lord's mind, programming in a new identity. Saul Karath told me on the Leviathan, and Bastila confirmed it."

Mission swiveled to look at Kenna. "You're Darth Revan? This is…this is big." You got that right. Life altering. Or in my case, ruining. Carth'll never speak to me again, Kenna thought to herself as Mission continued, "Do you…do you remember anything about being the Dark Lord?"

Kenna shook her head. "Small bits. A few strange dreams and visions. That's all." I swear that's all, Carth. That's not me anymore.

Mission digested that news for a second. " Just a few flashes? That's it? Nothing more?" Kenna shook her head. "Then I don't think there's a problem," the Twi'lek shrugged, perception of her friend unaltered. "Seems to me, if you don't really remember anything about being Revan, then it doesn't really matter anymore. You are who you are now, right?" Thank the Force for you, Mission Vao. If only he'll accept that…

As much as Carth wanted to agree with Mission and sweep the whole mess neatly into a corner to be forgotten, he couldn't. " Of course it still matters! How do we know more memories won't coming flooding back? How do we know Revan won't suddenly turn on us?" he demanded, feeling his heart die a little more the farther he pushed. He really had been falling hard for Kenna, but now…"I've been such a fool! I…I swore to protect you! And here you were the enemy all this time!"

No, no, NO!!! Carth, I'm not your enemy! I care about you! Don't do this… Kenna didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry, Carth…I wish this wasn't true."

You and me both. "But it is true. It's horribly true. It was…it was you…you killed my wife, you ravaged my world. You…you destroyed my life!" He could tell he was wounding her, deeply, but for once he didn't care. "How could I have been such a fool! How could I have not known?" The words were irrational, but he spat them out anyway. "How could you betray me like this?!"

Kenna felt the blood drain from her face and nearly lost her battle with the tears then and there when he said that; his words doing some destroying and ravaging of their own. No…no, Carth, I would never…please don't think… "Please, Carth…don't do this to me!" Her heart broke at the anger in his eyes, now nearly overwhelming the hurt. How was I supposed to know?

"You should have known." How, exactly, Kenna was supposed to know she was a presumed-dead Sith Lord he wasn't sure, but Carth didn't really care about little details right now. "I…" He sighed, hating himself for hating her…and for loving her. You almost confessed your love to the very person who destroyed your life! But she seems…different, somehow. No, Sith never change. She'll always be Revan. How did you not figure that out, Onasi? "I should have figured it out. I just can't…" He paused, not sure he wanted to know, but he felt he had to. "Was everything a lie, then? Everything we talked about?" All the teasing, and the flirting, all of it…was it real, or just another lie?

"Everything important was real, Carth," Kenna insisted, willing her voice not to wobble. Please believe me. Please. I really do want a future with you. I really do care about you. I really am sorry about Morgana…so, so sorry. She had a sinking feeling he would never forgive her, never believe her. She had to try anyway. She had to hold onto the slim hope that maybe, just maybe, there would be something worth salvaging when all this was behind them.

He wanted to believe her. More than anything. But with what Revan did to the galaxy…he just couldn't, not that easily. "Are you sure? I'm not sure what to believe anymore. Who's to say your old life won't come back…all of it? Was the woman we know Revan or…or someone else?" Kenna. I want her to be Kenna. Just Kenna. But how do you forget such a monstrous past? "Will you change into Revan? How can any of us trust you?"

Kenna was about to give him a whole list of reasons they--he--could trust her, but Mission chimed in before she could open her mouth. "Well, I trust you! I know you…and you're not Revan anymore. Whatever you used to be, you're one of us now!" Kenna felt her shattered heart smile a little, just a little, at Mission's passionate response. The Twi'lek had no reservations about trusting her, and Kenna only wished some of that would rub off on Captain Paranoid. Zaalbar growled his agreement with Mission, and she continued, "Big Z and I will stick by you. We owe you our lives, we won't desert you now!" Mission sent a sideways glare at Carth, as if trying to remind him that he belonged in that group that owed Kenna their lives.

He knew Mission had a point, and he could read the reminder in her eyes, as if he could forget, but Kenna was Revan. Revan. "I don't know if I can get over it that easily Mission. I mean…after all Revan did…how could any of us forgive her?" I can't yet. Not for Telos, not for Morgana…not yet. That's too much.

"Everyone knows it was Malak who gave the order to attack your people, Carth," Canderous pointed out impatiently, as if he'd read the pilot's mind. "You can't blame Revan for that." But Revan made Malak what he is, Carth and Kenna thought at the same time. Even so, Carth had to--grudgingly--concede that the Mandalorian was right. He sighed. "I suppose you've proven yourself to be a friend of the Republic by your actions so far…Revan. But can I trust you?" I want to. But I can't get over this that fast. "Can any of us?"

Kenna felt like she was standing, teetering, on the edge of a precipice that overlooked an endless fall. Oh, what I'd do to make you trust me… She knew a single wrong word or action would squash, kill, and otherwise be the end of the infinitesimally slender hope Carth's words birthed in her heart. "What do you think, Canderous?" she asked, stalling. She knew what Juhani would say, and that T3 would follow her no matter what. The big Mandalorian was the only one who still had to voice an opinion. She had a feeling he was going to side with her, given how he'd corrected Carth, but she wanted to be sure. She was right. In fact, Canderous expressed disbelief that she would even have to ask whether he would follow her. Well, that only left Carth. Heart pounding, desperately hoping he didn't completely hate her, Kenna posed the question. "Well, Carth--will you stand with me against Malak?"

Well, that was a question he wasn't entirely sure how to answer. Carth sighed. "Well, the others seem to trust you…and I don't see any other way to stop the Sith. And I suppose Malak is the real enemy here…I really don't have any other choice, do I?" Not that I'd choose any different if I did…

You don't really have a choice, but I don't want that to be your reason! I want you to help me because you forgive me, accept me, believe me when I say I'm not Revan, I'm Kenna. Kenna, Kenna, Kenna! "I'm not Revan anymore, have to believe that!" If you don't it very well might kill me.

"I want to believe you," Carth admitted, surprising himself. "You've proven yourself time and again during our mission, but this is a little much for me to wrap my mind around."

Kenna wanted to laugh. Tell me about it! "How do you think I feel?" she demanded.

I can't imagine, beautiful. I really can't. The thought surprised him, true as it was. "This must be even more of a shock to you…I mean, I don't know how you even keep going." And I guess I admire you for that… "I guess we both just have to find a way to push forward. Don't worry about me--I'm a soldier. I can put aside my misgivings for now."Kenna still looked crestfallen. There still might be something, Kenna. Maybe. I don't know… How could he offer her any hope when he was so mixed up about this himself? You can't just leave it at that. You can't. "We can, uh…talk later, you and I," Carth offered. "Just give me time." He saw the hope in her eyes. He only hoped, desperately, that it wasn't false hope. I don't want to hurt her any more then I already have. The realization shocked him. A year, a week, a day ago, if you'd asked him what he would do to Revan, given the chance, the answer would not have involved mercy or compassion. Not one drop. But looking at the surprisingly fragile, broken woman in front of him, he was already rethinking things. Talk about a change in perception. But enough of that. "So I guess that's it then…we keep going. We've still got one more Star Map to uncover if we're going to find that Star Forge and save Bastila, so let's do it before it's too late."

Clinging to the little bit of hope he gave her, Kenna retreated to the bunk room and closed the door. She pulled off her outer robe and boots, sitting down on the edge of the bed. She felt her whole view of…well, everything had changed since the last time she'd been in this room. I'm Revan. I'm the incarnation of everything anyone with a shred of decency despises. I was pure evil, a hero gone wrong. What am I now? Do I want that again? She rested her forehead despairingly on her hands. This was too much change too fast. No. I don't want it. I don't care about the power. I don't care. All I want, honestly, is to stop Malak and then retreat somewhere to start over with Carth. That's it. Carth. If there really was even an iota of a chance to prove herself to him, win him back, she would take it, seize it with both hands. But how could he love me, with what I did to him? Malak may have ordered the destruction of Telos, but Malak wouldn't have fallen if not for his good buddy and 'Master' Revan. I corrupted him. I started him down that path. It is my fault. "Oh, Force, I can't do this!" she groaned, tears threatening again. I can't ask Carth to forgive everything I did. It would be asking to much.

"Hey, Kenna, can I come in?" It was Mission.

Kenna slid into a corner of the bunk and leaned against the wall. "I guess so." She stared at the floor as Mission slid the door open just wide enough to enter the room and closed it behind her. "What's up, Mish?"

"Don't blame yourself." Kenna looked up. Mission silenced her with a look. "Don't."

"How can I not?" Kenna demanded. "He's right, I destroyed his life! I destroyed so many people's lives! How can you trust me? Any of you?"

"Like I said, that's not who you are now. And Canderous was right. Malak destroyed Telos. Not you."

"But would Malak have been evil if not for me? Would he have fallen if his best friend Revan hadn't yanked him over the edge?" Kenna leaned her head back until it thunked against metal, grateful for the momentary pain that shot through her skull.

"Even if you did, Malak kept goin' on his own," Mission pointed out, sitting next to Kenna on the bunk. "You may have started him on the path to the dark side, but he did a doozy of a job followin' it without any help from you."

"Thanks, Mish. I wish Carth would believe that."

"Don't worry about him. He'll come around," Mission assured her. "He's as crazy about you as you are about him. Trust me."

Kenna smiled slightly. "And you know this how, dare I ask?"

"Oh, I'm just a very good listener. And it's so easy to overhear things in this ship." Mission wouldn't say any more. "Just give him some time. Lots of time. I could already see him thinking it through after you left the room. It's just a really big change for him to get over."

"I know." They sat in silence for a long moment.

"Um, Mission, I was wonderin' something."

"Well, I had a question for you, too, but you first," the Twi'lek replied.

"It's kinda about Griff. Is he still off limits?"

Mission shook her head. "Not for you."

Kenna stared at the floor. "Okay, then, what I'm wondering is this: you and, um, Carth both had people you trusted betray you. For him it was Karath spearheading the attack on Telos, for you it was Griff abandoning you on Taris to fend for yourself, then having the gall to hit you up for credits when we found him on Tatooine. Carth decided he wasn't ever going to trust anyone ever again, and is even having doubts about me again now, how come you trusted me so easily, and still trust me? Even knowing who I am?"

Mission thought for a minute before replying, "Well, part of it would be that the way Griff dumped me was no where near what Karath did. Y'know? On a scale of one to ten, Griff's at about a nine and a half, but Karath would be, like, a gazillion. All Griff did was abandon me. Karath killed Carth's wife, ravaged his home planet. That's a lot worse. And I kinda had Griff on a pedestal 'til Tatooine. So that in itself is different. But as to me still trusting you now, why shouldn't I?" She shrugged. "You're not a different person then the woman who tried to help, like, everyone we came across everywhere. So you were evil at one point. You aren't now. That's why I still trust you."

"Thank the Force for you," Kenna sighed, resting her head in her hands. "What did you want to ask me?"

Mission hesitated a second. "I was just wonderin', well, um, you seemed to be really takin' this hard. I mean, I know it's a pretty big bomb to drop on someone, but even so, I was just curious…what happened to you guys on the Leviathan?"

Kenna's blood turned to ice. "Nothing, really. Karath tried to interrogate us, I wouldn't tell him anything." Don't make me relive that. Especially since the man I agonized over hurting currently isn't speaking to me.

"C'mon, Ken," Mission pressed. "There has to be more to it then that. This is me askin'. It's not like Bastila demanding to know if you're fallin' for Carth or somethin'."

Kenna sighed. "I don't really want to talk about it." Mission's face fell. "Oh, alright," she relented. "Karath had us in torture cages, and he, being a sick, twisted, sadistic son of a Sith schutta, decides that since torturing me won't get me to cooperate, he'll torture someone I care about if I don't give him the answers he wants. You want to guess who that was?"

Mission's eyes widened. "Carth?"

Kenna nodded. "It was horrible. I couldn't tell Karath anything; it would have been the doom of the galaxy if I had. But listening to Carth suffering like that…" her face twisted in remembered agony. "My heart was shattered, shredded by the second time."

"How many questions did he ask you?"

"Two, technically, but he repeated the second one to see if watching…" Kenna stifled a sob and left the sentence to dangle. "If he hadn't pushed it just a little too far, to the point Carth passed out from the pain, the last time, I probably would have given in." It felt good to get the confession out. "And he still, Carth I mean, was worried about me when Karath's guards tortured me even worse. He said he wasn't sure if he could have been as strong in my position and might have cracked, watching me suffer like that. I didn't tell him that I nearly had cracked. It tore my heart into a million tiny pieces to watch him suffer and not do anything." The tears fought to come out, but she somehow resisted--barely. "And then he just turned on me. One little revelation, and all of a sudden, all that work getting him to trust me was just out the airlock." Kenna looked at Mission, misery brightening her eyes. "He hates me now."

"No, he doesn't."

Kenna eyeballed the Twi'lek the same way she would a lunatic. "Yeah, Mish, he does."

Mission chuckled. "No. He may think he does. But he doesn't, not really and truly. Trust me, I know how to read people. He'll get over it. Just gotta give him lots of time."

She's Revan. Carth leaned back in the pilot's seat, trying to rub away the massive headache pulsing through his skull. He knew he'd been hard on Kenna, but he had to admit, part of him hadn't minded the hurt on her face. He didn't really like that part. He wanted to trust her. If she was just Kenna, trusting her, even loving her, would be the easiest thing in the 'verse. But with the added layer of her being Revan, trust would be a little hard to come by. His whole perception of the woman changed with that revelation. "Carth…" An image of his wife danced through his mind's eye, and Carth nearly swore. Mori…Why does life have to be so complicated?? he demanded, though of who exactly, he wasn't sure. I really think we might've had something. But I don't know if I could trust, let alone love, Revan. Not after what she did to the galaxy. Or what her apprentice did to Telos, to Morgana, to Dustil. He wished he could. Kenna was amazing. Do you really hate her? He couldn't answer the question, and wasn't sure whether to hate himself or not for that. You need to decide, Onasi. Do you believe her when she swears she's someone different now? Carth groaned. I don't know! I want to believe her. I'd love to believe her. But I don't know if I can. With all she did… He shifted restlessly, leaned forward to rest his head in his hands. Can I forgive her?

Kenna lay on the bunk, staring at the ceiling and trying to get some sleep. She was failing miserably. Mission's promise that Carth didn't really hate her kept ricocheting around her brain. Could've fooled me…I wish I could believe you Mission, but the anger in his eyes…that looked awful real to me. She sighed. Yes, it was hard for her to accept who she was. Her evil past was nearly impossible to reconcile with her near-saintly present. But it must be even harder for Carth. He'd spent years hating Revan and Malak, maybe even more than he hated Saul. Then, surprise, the woman you're falling in love with is the Lord of the Sith! The one responsible, albeit indirectly, for the destruction of your home planet and the death of your wife. That was a lot to accept. A lot to forgive. Kenna wasn't sure he'd be able to. Or that she'd blame him if he couldn't.