A/N: If you have no idea what the plot is, search Wookieepedia, then search Wookieepedia for Revan. It's a great database about all things star wars. Please R&R. Get your friends to R&R as well. Again, a paragraph in italics is a flashback paragraph to Revan's fight against Mandalore the Ultimate. I have decided to publish this chapter quickly because I have been overwhelmed with the number of hits to my two stories (The True Sith and The Volturi Assassin): 123! Thanks a truckload, FanFiction readers!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this chapter (except Jamald Perron, Hadrul Geshri, Calan Perron and Sarah Geshri) and the story is based on Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic and Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic 2: The Sith Lords.

Into The Deep Unknown

Revan landed the Ebon Hawk as steam came out of small valves that assisted the landing gear. Revan deactivated the Ebon Hawk's transport systems and drew his lightsaber, calmly stepping down the exit ramp. He had been one of the many Jedi who had been turned to the Sith by the dark side taint on Malachor V. As far as Revan was aware, all Jedi who had fought on Malachor V had succumbed. Revan had been just like the others, but for one simple difference: he was the strongest. And so, Revan the Jedi General had turned into Darth Revan, Dark Lord of the Sith...

After the thermal detonator went off, Revan charged into the captain's quarters, and met the blade that had come at his head. Revan had so far been careful about using the Force as little as possible; he knew that he was dangerously close to the tipping point between the light and dark sides. At the same time, he speculated at how Mandalore had survived the blast, but resolved that the Jedi Revan could if he was in that situation, and his opponent wasn't named Mandalore the Ultimate for nothing...

During his recent travels, Revan had recovered most of his memories which had been almost obliterated when he had nearly been killed after Darth Malak's betrayal, but had never really found out exactly how he had fallen to the dark side after Malachor V. He had certainly grown as a Jedi and as a person since then, and he felt that it was his fate, his task, to fight the True Sith, but he decided to put himself through one more test.

Malachor V's dark side aura had tainted the hearts and minds of so many, Revan included. He had obviously not been a pure Jedi last time he had fought on Malachor, so it was time to try again. He had to see whether it was time to accomplish his final task, or if he still had more tests and more trials to go through before he ventured into the deep unknown. He had to know if his Jedi teachings and skills were pure enough for the enormity of unknown task that lay ahead...

Revan and Mandalore the Ultimate had been fighting for over ten minutes, but neither had said a word to the other. All that existed between them was a mutual feeling of a challenge, of a little respect even, and of determination on both sides, to come out on top. Revan had not attacked his opponent with the Force, because he had thought that although his enemy had created a weapon that could be more easily used to defeat him than standard Mandalorian equipment, he had not counted on the hours of practice that it must have taken to be proficient in this all-new form of combat. But now Revan knew that it had to end quickly. Good Jedi were dying. Not many, but some. That was what Revan told himself. But it was just an excuse, and he knew it. He knew that like never before, he wanted another living being's blood.

Suddenly, Revan screamed a wordless cry of rage and a huge, almost solid bolt of lightning exploded from his hand, sending Mandalore the Ultimate flying through the doorway of his quarters, and out into the huge foyer, where all of the living fighters: Jedi, Republic soldiers and Mandalorians alike were assembled. Mandalore the Ultimate was unmoving on the ground except for the rise and fall of his chest. Revan bounded out of the captain's quarters to receive a shot to the chest from Mandalore's repeating blaster rifle. The Mandalorian champion was on his feet. But when he looked around him, he audibly gasped. His prized Mandalorian soldiers were shamed. Weaponless, and stripped of their armour and their honour, Mandalore knew that his death would occur in the near future, if not by Revan, by his pet Jedi. Mandalore the Ultimate gritted his teeth and resolved to use his life well and cut down his ultimate enemy: Revan...

Revan's black boot crunched down on the gravel of Malachor V's surface and instantly he was thrown back on to the ramp with a bombardment of mental trauma. Revan was panting. Maybe he wasn't ready. For the first time in his life, Revan was truly intimidated. Not scared, but worried. He stood up and drew his lightsaber, even though he knew that he wouldn't be using it. The trials of Malachor V were directed at his mind, not his body. He would encounter no major enemies here. Revan leapt ten metres out from the exit ramp and landed on his feet. He was pushed back a metre, but refused to budge further as his mind was plagued with the temptations of the dark side.

He saw the faces of his friends: Carth, Bastila, Mission, Zaalbar, Juhani, Jolee, Canderous, T3-M4 and HK-47. They flashed through his head and then he saw each of them being submitted to a horrible torture. Bastila, Juhani and Jolee having their contact with the Force ripped straight from their minds. Mission and Zaalbar, lifelong companions, being forced to fight each other to the death, though he didn't see the outcome. Canderous and Carth stripped of the two things they both valued most: their pride and their honour. HK-47 was run through by a faceless gangster on Tatooine with a vibroblade, and then plunged for an eternity into a scrap heap, which was the worst torture imaginable for the overly proud assassin droid. Finally, T3-M4, one of his closest companions, was destroyed. Simply destroyed...

Jamald Perron revelled in his new-found strength. He had been embracing, exploring the dark side for the past few days, and had been astounded at the latent powers he possessed. The Mandalorians around him were dropping like flies, mostly from his hand. There had been thirty-two Mandalorians at the start of the small battle, now there were less than ten. There had previously been five Jedi, now there were two. The squad of Republic soldiers had been eliminated quickly. Jamald unleashed wave of Force energy and four of the Mandalorians were thrown back. He lunged forward and finished off two of them. Seven left.

Hadrul Geshri, the other Jedi was locked in combat with a Mandalorian. Jamald lunged into the fray with his yellow lightsaber, and now hopelessly out matched, the Mandalorian soon fell. Three Mandalorians unleashed a storm of laser bolts and Hadrul was thrown to the ground, badly injured. Clumsy, though Jamald, and let loose a flurry of blows, taking out two of them quickly. The other three engaged in combat with Jamald just as the other Mandalorian was decapitated. Jamald pulled one of them towards him then twirled his lightsaber to slit his opponent's throat. Jamald laughed with exhilaration and within moments cut down the remaining enemies. He walked over to Hadrul Geshri and deactivated his lightsaber.

"Hadrul, I have discovered this wonder: the dark side. Join me; you have been questioning the Jedi teachings for a long time now. You want this, and we both know it."

"No, Jamald Perron, you have fallen too far these past few days. You have become the bane of the galaxy, a Sith, and I am giving you one last chance to halt this path and return to the Light." Replied Hadrul, although he could see that his former friend was gone to the Sith for life. He sprang off the ground and onto his feet.

"I've always been stronger than you Hadrul, and my son has always been stronger than your daughter. They are only children, and their training on Dantooine is incomplete. But my Calan has always been stronger than your Sarah. It will remain the same until your line dies out. Starting now." Jamald lunged with his lightsaber and grazed Hadrul's side. Then Jamald kicked his opponent in the throat and soon after, swung his lightsaber with immense strength. Hadrul was off balance, injured and weaker to start off with, so he fell to the ground immediately when Jamald's yellow blade sliced across his chest. Hardul's green lightsaber clattered away from him, useless to defend him now. Jamald Perron stabbed his lightsaber cleanly through his friend.

Mandalore the Ultimate let loose a wordless cry of bravery and honour. A howl of determination and courage and an iron-hard refusal to lose to the Jedi Revan. He leapt at Revan wildly and slashed with his weapon. Revan grinned and dropped his lightsaber to the ground. He thrust both his hands forward and Mandalore the Ultimate crashed to the ground, defeated. But Revan wasn't done yet. He hauled the warrior's dying body towards the Jedi, Republic soldiers and Mandalorians. He ripped the Mandalore's mask from his face and hurled him into the air. As the onlookers watched in confusion, Revan made his move. He summoned his lightsaber from the ground a few metres behind him and activated it. He threw it like a spear and it passed straight through Mandalore the Ultimate's heart. That final blow effectively ended the Mandalorian Wars.

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The Jedi General turned to Beo-Dur and gave a small, barely noticeable nod.

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Jamald withdrew his lightsaber from the chest of Hadrul and felt something powerful come. It came to kill, and kill it did. Jamald felt his body being thrown into the ground and he then died.

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On Mandalore the Ultimate's flagship, Revan felt it too and closed his eyes, opening himself up to the Dark Side.

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Beo-Dur activated the Mass Shadow Generator and the power of gravity was unleashed on Malachor V.

Thirty two days later, Revan emerged from the depths of Malachor V and walked up the exit ramp of the Ebon Hawk. He was ready.

"T3. Set a course for Dantooine. I have to talk to a couple of people." Revan said. He now embodied confidence and vigour. Now, more than anyone had ever been before, Revan was a master. Revan landed the ship several hours later. As he stepped down the exit ramp, he immediately swept through the corridors of the Jedi Enclave. He was deep in thought when he almost bumped into Admiral Carth Onasi.

"Carth! Just the man I wanted to see. Let's talk." Revan placed his arm around Carth's shoulders.

"Yes?" said Carth hesitantly.

"Carth, I'm planning a trip. A long trip. I'll need a ship, not the Ebon Hawk."

"Easy. I can have the fastest Republic vessel in the galaxy, besides the Hawk, of course."

"No Carth. Have a ship built with no identification, just like the Hawk. Sturdy. Fast. Powerful gun turrets. Untraceable, untrackable, anonymous. Carth, where I'm going this time, I'm not coming back." Revan left the room, and Carth was lost for words. Admiral Onasi felt that he needed to follow Revan's orders.

Two months later, Revan came into Bastila's quarters.

"Hello love." she said.

"Bastila," Revan said strongly. "I'm leaving."

"Which planet full of Sith are you cleansing this month?" she replied jokingly.

"I'm going to the Unknown Regions, and I'm not coming back to you." he said. "My ship is ready. May the Force be with you, my love." Revan chose this moment to leave. Bastila fainted and woke up hours later, praying for it not to be true. But it was, and Revan stepped onto the empty ship, the Shan Eagle, and lifted off, away from Dantooine, all his friends, organics and droids alike, and stepped into the deep unknown.