A/N: If you have no idea what the plot is, search Wookieepedia, then search Wookieepedia for Revan. It's great database about all things star wars. To find out why HK-47 speaks in that weird way that he does, search him on Wookieepedia. By the way HK-47 does actually say "Eager remark:" and stuff like that. Seriously guys, please R&R. Get your friends to R&R as well. Sorry guys, more flashbacks, this time to Malachor V in the Mandalorian Wars. Again, a paragraph in italics is a flashback paragraph.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this chapter and the story is based on Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic.

Malachor V

Revan leant back into the pilot's chair as the Ebon Hawk made the jump to hyperspace.

"T3, set a course for Malachor V. I need to... do something there." said Revan, trailing off.

"Breet-deet-boop-brank." replied T3-M4.

"Thanks for respecting my wishes T3. I need to keep my reasons private from you to avoid giving you a memory wipe. None of us would like that."

"Eager remark: Oh, on the contrary master. I would quite enjoy the prospect of the arrogant astromech droid losing all of its residual memories." commented HK-47, being quite serious.

"Deet-deet-boo-ooo-brank!" retorted T3-M4.

"Hey T3, cool it." Revan said, trying to keep the peace.

"Suggestion: I agree master. Freeze it in carbonite master!" exclaimed HK-47. Revan glared at the assassin droid.

"HK, make yourself useful and begin repairs on the smuggling compartment." Revan said, exasperated.

"Disappointed answer: Yes, master." Twenty minutes on, and Revan was still in the cockpit. Still in hyperspace. Revan was thinking about Malachor V, as it had been in the Mandalorian Wars. How he had tricked Beo-Dur, that Iridonian mechanic into building the Mass Shadow Generator. Revan inwardly shuddered at the thought...

Revan paced. It was what he did when he was at a dilemma. And he had never been at a bigger dilemma than now. He had seen this "Beo-Dur" and knew that he could do it. He could make Revan's plan a reality and build the Mass Shadow Generator. Revan cursed himself; it had to be done. The Generator would kill all the Mandalorians on Malachor V, and at the same time, eliminate the Jedi and republic soldiers who were least faithful to the cause. He knew it was necessary. So Revan resolved to hire Beo-Dur at first light the next morning, and have him build the Mass Shadow Generator...

Revan forced himself to focus as he brought the Ebon Hawk out of hyperspace. Soon Malachor V would be within detection by the Force. As Revan thought this, he instantly remembered why he could feel it from so far away. Because of the massive dark side aura around the entire planet. The aura that Revan had been responsible for creating. If only Beo-Dur had been less easily tricked. If only...

"Beo-Dur."

"Yes, General?"

"I come to you for counsel." Said Revan, his voice cracking. Beo-Dur looked genuinely surprised.

"General, I am just a mechanic. A mechanic and a soldier. How could I help you, General?"

"No Beo-Dur. You are the key. The key to winning the war. But I don't know if I can do it. I have discovered that there is a Jedi General who is in league with the Mandalorians." Beo-Dur was lost for words.

"General, are you sure? That's... that's impossible!" protested Beo-Dur.

"Beo-Dur, until last week, I would have said the same thing. I would have laughed. But now, now I have overwhelming evidence that she is a traitor." Revan stopped, but when Beo-Dur said nothing, he continued. "I have conceived a plan that will wipe out the Mandalorians on Malachor V and the traitor General's army, in one. But I am not a skilled enough mechanic to create the Mass Shadow Generator. It will bring the force of gravity down on Mandalorians, traitor Republic soldiers and traitor Jedi. It will kill all on Malachor V."

"Everyone? General, I will need to think on this." said Beo-Dur. Revan nodded.

"I could expect no more of you. But I leave you with this thought. If my confidential plan to kill Mandalore the Ultimate prevails, I can then move on to confronting the traitor General. The war will be all but over. The scales will tip in our favour; it will ensure our victory, but most importantly put a stop to all this futile killing that we have all been swept up in. Remember, I have trusted you with confidential information... Don't let me down. Please..."

Revan put his head in his hands. From the look on Beo-Dur's face, he had known that Beo-Dur was in. Revan had supposedly put his trust in Beo-Dur. Given him a gift. And subconsciously, the Iridonian felt that he had to give something back. So he had come to Revan two days after and agreed to build the Mass Shadow Generator.

Fast forward 6 weeks after that, and Revan was ready to kill his least loyal troops, and a massive portion of the Mandalorian army. But he would leave all that to the supposed "traitor General" who would activate the Mass Shadow Generator. On Revan's order, the General would give the order to Beo-Dur. Then the power of gravity would be released on Malachor V. Revan ran a hand through his hair. He remembered that he had had a major part to play yet. He had to face Mandalore the Ultimate...

Revan smiled as his plan clicked into place. Revan, aboard his flagship, was leading his personal fleet into battle against the personal fleet of Mandalore the Ultimate. Then out of nowhere, the flagship of Mandalore came, guns blazing.

"Return fire at the opposing ship; take out its guns. Engage the tractor beam. We have the bigger ship and the better tractor beam; we'll haul them in and beat them in combat," Revan said confidently...

"Outraged request: That T3 astromech unit is weak and insulting to an assassin of my stature. Master, I am outraged, and would ask you permission to destroy your droid." Revan wasn't really listening.

"Hmmm, no wait until we leave Malachor V. Then you can go to blowing each other to pieces."

"Impatient remark: While I appreciate that you have finally relented on this subject, the T3 unit will be of little or no help where we are going, Master. It would be more, logical, to eliminate it now."

"No, HK."

"Disappointed answer: Yes Master." HK-47 clanked its way out of the cockpit and down the aisle. Revan sighed. What a monstrosity he had released. He imagined the battle. The 'traitor General' was one of his best. She was, by then, winning the battle. But the Mass Shadow Generator had been the sure way to kill all of his least loyal troops and thousands of Mandalorians. He had tried to justify his actions: He could save millions by killing thousands. Surely it was a reasonable action to take?

"Alek, you command the troops. I will fight independently. Just tell them to stay out of my way." As Revan said that, he charged off, the first through the airlock between ships and his sword drove a straight line down the middle of the assembled Mandalorians. Alek 'Squint' Squinquargesimus dished out orders to various Jedi and soldiers. 1 and a half minutes later, Alek called a charge, and the full force of Revan's flagship descended on the already weakened Mandalorian contingent...

Revan had already been fighting for days on Malachor V's surface, and knew now that that was when the Dark Side had begun to eat away at his Jedi teachings. Voices in his head, they came and never stopped. First they told him to stop fighting and concentrate on the Force. Revan had felt himself get angry and shouted out loud.

"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!!!" he had screamed, and started fighting more intensely. He was flailing out with his weapon. He saw the two Jedi beside him fall dead. Then he raised his hand skyward and released a storm of Force lightning... Since then the Dark Side just corrupted him further...

Revan's lightsaber feinted to the right, to the left, then a real stroke to the Mandalorian's head. He was an adept fighter to be sure, probably trained by Mandalore the Ultimate himself. But Revan had the Force. Lightsaber clashed with vibroblade. Then the Mandalorian drew a blaster rifle, discarding his vibroblade, and shot at Revan from close range, all the while stepped back and letting less experienced Mandalorians delay Revan's lightsaber.

The Mandalorian shot rapidly and one laser bolt grazed Revan's arm. Revan lashed out with the Force, and the blaster rifle was ripped from his hands. Revan then put an almost impregnable shield around himself and used a technique of his own. He slowly rose into the air and about three seconds after, thrust both of his hands out to the sides. The Mandalorians were all thrown metres back, and Revan quickly ran past them and found what he was looking for. The captain's quarters. Revan knocked the door off its hinges, and was instantly struck by a laser bolt from the repeating blaster rifle of Mandalore the Ultimate...

Mandalore the Ultimate had been a worthy opponent, a very skilled warrior. Revan remembered the strange weapon that Mandalore had used. A top-notch repeating blaster probably passed down through the generations to him by his clan ancestors. But securely built in to the underside of the blaster was a shortened vibrosword...

Revan was knocked back a few metres, but instantly sprang to the side, and was on his feet in milliseconds. Another couple of bolts came his way, but Revan deflected them all. Mandalore dived backwards, to avoid being hit by his own laser bolts. Revan charged, and swung with his lightsaber. Mandalore swung his heavy blaster rifle up and the two blades met. Revan was surprised and taken aback. He had never counted on this. Mandalore the Ultimate was famed for never using a vibroblade or vibrosword.

Revan's lightsaber was a superior weapon, and Mandalore was not a skilled swordsman with this new blaster-vibrosword hybrid. It was obviously a new creation, built specifically for fighting Jedi, and it was well thought-out. It required a great deal of strength to use effectively, which Mandalore had. Before Revan could speculate more, Mandalore swung at his legs. Revan deflected the blade, then quickly adjusted to attack Mandalore's chest. But before Revan could land the blow, his leg was struck by the blade, and he felt the bones in his shin crack.

Revan then pulled a thermal detonator from Mandalore's belt and slammed it into his helmet before activating it, dropping it to the ground and Force jumping back several metres, until he was outside the captain's quarters. Revan winced as he felt his leg protest. Then, the detonation.