CHAPTER 2

Anakin felt a new presence awaken, one far stronger in the Force than any he had ever felt before. It overwhelmed him, swamping his senses. His sight grew dim as the woman, suddenly, inexplicably alive, swung around, a black blade springing out of each end of the hilt she held.

"Who the Force are you?" She demanded. Her voice rang with power and fury, somehow desperate and controlled at the same time.

"Who the Force are you?" Anakin asked, attempting to get his composure back. She was…. she was gorgeous, with long, silky hair, eyes that glowed black topaz, a pale complexion, and a certain, almost leonine, grace. 'There is no emotion, there is…. Hush…. how does it go?'

She smirked. "I am Raven Star. Didn't Master Vandar tell you about us?" Seeing the confused look on the young, handsome face, she explained, "Bastila, Raven, the Ebon Hawk? Ringing any bells, Jedi-boy?" She took the moment of silent confusion to examine the youth before her. He was undeniably handsome, possibly the most handsome male she had ever met. He had strong features and dark, wavy brown hair that curled slightly around the ends. The only mar on the otherwise perfect face was a thin scar across his right eye.

"Wait, Master Vandar?"

"That's right."

He held his hand at roughly waist height. "About so tall, yellowish green, huge ears?"

"Obviously you know him."

"You're kidding."

"I am not!"

"I don't know what kind of spice you're on, but Master Vandar has been missing for almost four thousand years."

"Four…four thousand?" Revan couldn't believe it. But…time travel was impossible, even for her… The truth hit her like a charging Kath hound. Time travel was impossible…but temporal stasis through the Force was not. But to hold up for four thousand years, it would have had to be cast by someone even more powerful than her…. or something. Revan glanced at the Star Forge, realization shooting through her. The Star Forge, a massive artifact of Dark Side power, had put her, and everyone on board, into stasis, waiting for this moment. 'But why?' She asked, not really expecting a response.

'Look at him. He is the Chosen One.' The voice of the Star Forge echoed in her head. The Chosen One! It was incredible…One born of a human and the Force itself. He must truly be powerful. Imagine the damage she could do with that kind of power harnessed at her side…She wandered off, Forge-enhanced visions of what looked like, quite literally, fire and brimstone dancing in her head.

"Hello? Force to Raven?" She realized that a large, tanned hand was waving in front of her face. She did what was natural to her: zapped it with a mild jolt of Force Lightning. "Ow! Holy Force, what was that?"

Belatedly, Revan realized that if he was a Jedi, he would have recognized Force Lightning and pinned her as a Sith. "Nothing, just some static electricity." She explained quickly, trying to cover it up.

"Riiight." Anakin was skeptical.

Revan's eyes shot open, memory jarring her out of her musings. "Malak." She hissed, hate lacing her voice. Without warning, she had deactivated her lightsaber, reattached it to her belt, and sprung into a full-on sprint towards the elevator in the space of about two and a half seconds.

After a moment's worth of startled processing, Anakin was off after her. He observed again the graceful, catlike movements of her muscles, so absorbed that he almost ran right into her when she stopped moving. She spun, demanding,

"Where, exactly, do you think you're going?"

"Who is this Malak character, anyway?"

"Who…who is Malak? Has he really been forgotten already?" She shook her head, her braid whipping from side to side. "Man, Jolee was right. Who would've thought it?"

"Huh?"

"Though I find your seeming lack of vocabulary endearing, I really have to kill him now."

'Wait.' The Star Forge commanded. 'Use this situation. See how he fights.'

She could see the logic in the statement, so she offered, "But, if I'm going to be effective in this new time, I should see how the Jedi fight. Do you want to help?"

"Who is he?"

"An evil tyrant bent on destroying the galaxy at all costs. And a Sith."

A strange, feral glow lit up in Anakin's eyes. "I'm in."

She smirked, the evil expression flitting over her face and gone before Anakin could see it. "Good."