A/N: Well here it is, the beginning of KotoR 2. Meetra's story and Revan's grand plan for the galaxy before the Sith Emperor invades. I will repeat this one last time but I will NOT be writing the entire story of KotoR 2, just bits and pieces that I WANT to write. Mainly the things that are different and what Revan is doing. So be prepared for LOT'S of skipping and jumping. If you don't know the story line of KotOR 2 then I suggest that you play the game or something first, because there is spoilers and if you are not familiar with the game then you will be horribly confused. Alright here it is and always please review telling me what you think.

The Fallen Knight

The Exile

1 month later, year 3,954 B.B.Y. (Three years before Kotor 2 was supposed to happen.)

Peragus Mining Facility,

Awaken,

Eyes flashed open and confusion hung in the air. A young woman in her undergarments was lying on the floor wondering where she was and what was going on. Her body felt weak and groggy as she slowly pulled herself up.

This was Meetra Surik. General in the Mandalorian Wars and a very close friend of Revan. She had been living the past few years in a daze. It was always a different place different things. She had been an empty shell, a hollow vessel. She was once a great Jedi, a powerful master of the Force but now, now she was nothing.

And now… where was she?

She stood up and looked around. She seemed to be in a medical wing of some kind. She walked over to the kolto tank she had just emerged from and touched it. It was apparent that she had been in it the whole time she was… well wherever she was. She looked over to the other kolto tanks and saw that there was others in them too. She looked closely at one and saw that the person inside was floating lifelessly.

She stepped backward and glanced at the side of the room. She saw the door leading out and made her way over. She opened it to find the next door jammed. She sighed and shook her head. 'Just my luck.' She thought. She never did have the best of luck. Her eyes moved over to a door on her side where she could see a control panel. So she went inside hoping for better results.

Meetra Surik was a twenty six and had seen too many things for her young age. She was a short five and half feet tall with long dirty blonde hair and a rare pair of silver blue eyes. Her body held many scars on her sun kissed lightly tanned skin and her mind held the rest. She was truly breathtakingly beautiful, but looks were always deceiving.

During the beginning of the Mandalorian Wars she was often laughed at by her enemies. "Why would they send in a pretty face to oppose the mightiest warriors in the galaxy." Boy did she make them eat their words. Her innocent appearance was masked by her killer instinct in battle and the way she carved a bloody road in the war. She became one of the most feared and respected people by the Mandalorian race. They respected her skill and ruthless battle skills and feared them. As the war dragged on she found herself finally feeling remorse for what she had done but it wasn't until Malachor V when she felt the full force of the deaths in war.

The part she played in that final battle had haunted her forever. The death of so many people for something so trivial. It was what made her die, in the Force that is, that day. Now years later she was stuck… wherever she was stuck at. The last thing she remembered was that the Republic had found her and were bringing her to Telos for whatever reason. And now here she was.

She walked over to the console and activated it. She instantly began to remember her capable hacking skills and went to work. She activated the other door and watched through the holo logs. Apparently she was on a mining facility that had been experiencing some issues… figures.

She walked out and into the other room which she noticed was a morgue. She looked around and saw two bodies. One was probably the old woman described in the holo record and the other was one of the miners. Meetra walked over to the dead minor and was able to pick up a plasma torch. That should get the door taken care of. As she was about to walk out the old woman who was dead, well not anymore, got up and walked towards her. This was really not her day.

The Harbinger, en route to Peragus Mining Facility. Two hours later,

The large Republic warship slowly drifted towards the mining facility on auto pilot. The crew commanding the ship were all slain. On the bridge was only one figure, who was kneeling, deep in meditation.

Darth Sion stood up and looked out the main window. He saw the facility and watched as the ship docked with it. He had been following the exile, and his former master, ever since they had escaped his grasp on the ship. He was determined to put an end to this. To finish off the last of the Jedi, even if she was just one broken empty Jedi.

Towards the back of the ship, several Sith assassins deactivated their camouflage and stood in a circle. They had been tracking someone else who was still alive and on the ship but lost him. Their master didn't know it but THEY had been followed as they followed the Jedi exile.

In a flash all of them fell to the ground dead. A lone figure walked right through the middle of their circle, and death followed in his wake. He carried an activated blue lightsaber in his right hand as he walked by the dead bodies. A red Mandalorian mask covered his face and dark robes covered his body. He walked by them and made his way towards the front of the ship.

He was hungry for battle.

Their time in the mining facility had left Meetra completely exhausted. She had battles through droves of broken mining droids only to find out that the crazy HK-whatever was the reason everyone had died and was trying to kill her or kidnap her. To make matters better she was slowly getting the Force back, apparently through the bond she had with the old woman Kreia. And if that wasn't enough she found a smart mouthed rogue who had to tag along.

She wasn't going to lie, she found Atton quite funny. When she first met him walking into the room in her underwear on, he immediately started hitting on her. Not like she wasn't used to it. Her face was just one of the things she was cursed with. Her aggressive nature did not match her obviously perfect hourglass figure. It was annoying to have almost everyone who was a guy trying to make a pass at her. Soldiers, prisoners, officers, hell even other Jedi would stare at her. She made it a habit of wearing baggy Jedi robes. It didn't help that she was now in a tight mining uniform but she was digressing.

Atton had a great sense of humor, even if it was dark. He helped get her mind off the apparent suicide mission they were on and all the assassins that were trying to kill them now. But she had to admit that this plan was the only hope they had of escaping. They had already gotten the asteroid charts but were still fighting their way to the back of the ship. And she couldn't shake the dark feeling she could feel coming from all around her.

Meetra ran quickly with Kreia and Atton in tow. After experiencing the homicidal assassin droid they ran into a ship filled with Republic corpses and Sith assassins. It was just surprise after surprise. And she also felt like she has heard the name Kreia before but she couldn't quite place it. That and the fact that Atton still stared at her no matter what she put on made things really amusing. They had to find a way off Peragus and that was through the Republic warship and into the hanger via the fuel line.

They went through the crew quarters and Meetra stopped. She slowly turned and walked up to the door. Atton stopped and stared at her oddly. "What is it?"

"This used to be my room, when I was on this ship." Meetra said.

"Whatever you must do, do it quickly." Kreia said earning a glare from Atton. Meetra nodded and opened the door. She walked slowly up to the side of her bed and opened the footlocker. Invisible to all their eyes was Revan who was standing directly behind Meetra. He watched her hair fall in front of her face as she reached down and pulled a few things out. He watched as she grabbed the one thing she truly owned. Revan smiled seeing that she kept it after all these years.

Meetra stared at her armband. She always took it with her wherever she went but she had taken it off since she walked away from Revan five years ago. She remembered how she got it.

Twenty years ago,

Six year old Meetra was sitting on the bench in the Enclave courtyard waiting for her friend. She had finished her lessons for the day and that was when she usually went with Revan and sometimes Alek to go do some adventure or something fun. But most of the time it was just her and Revan, he was her closest friend.

She looked up and smiled as Revan walked towards her carrying a box. He smiled as he ran and sat down next to her. "So I won a little game of Pazaak with Alek earlier today and I got all his credits. He wasn't too happy." Seven year old Revan laughed.

"What's in the box?" Meetra asked with wondering eyes.

Revan handed her the box. "It's for you." Meetra smiled and opened the box. Her eyes widened as she looked at it. "I went to the shop and asked for something that a girl likes. They guy laughed at me until I showed him my credits. So he showed me this and I thought you would like it."

Inside the box was a silver chain armband. But the silver had a blueish tint to it. Meetra carefully took it out of the box and held it up. "This is pretty." She said.

Revan did a fist pump to himself. "I hoped you would like it. They had others but I liked this one because it matched your eyes." Revan said.

Meetra put it on her wrist and it fell almost to her shoulder. She blushed and giggled. "It's kinda big." Revan smiled and grabbed it. He adjusted it so that it could fit on her arm.

"There, when you get older you can just adjust it so that it fits." Revan said with a big smile.

Meetra looked at it and began toying it with her fingers. She looked back at Revan. "Thank you Revan. This was the best present anyone has ever got for me."

Revan just shrugged and looked away. "Aw, it was nothing." Meetra quickly leaned towards him and kissed his cheek.

"Then that was nothing too."

Revan's face became bright red as he rubbed his cheek. "Yeah sure." Meetra giggled and grabbed his hand as she jumped off the bench.

"Come on we have more adventures to do."

Meetra smiled at the memory. It was still in her mind and it would always stay there. Through all the attraction they both had for each other their relationship never expanded. Which was okay because they were too close to have their relationship span into anything else. And she loved him but like a sister loves her brother and she cared for him as a Padawan and Master care for each other. That didn't mean she didn't find him stunningly attractive, Bastila was a lucky girl, but she knew better.

Meetra shook herself out of the memory than was about to but the armband back in her pocket but she stopped. She hadn't worn it since she lost the Force and now it was coming back. Slowly, but it was coming back. She smiled and put the armband back on her wrist. She stood up and turned to her companions. "C'mon, let's get off this ship."

The masked hooded man made his way through the ship after he had been in the briefing room. He had watched a holo record of the captain of the ship speaking with Admiral Onasi. Carth had become the supreme commander of the Republic Navy and it impressed him. He was happy for the man.

His mind focus now on the tremor he felt through the force. He turned his mask towards the back of the ship where he had come from and sensed his former master in pain. His head turned slightly as he could sense that Meetra was in pain as well.

He activated his blue lightsaber and swung to the side of him and kept the blade up in the air. A Sith assassin appeared and fell to the ground with his head going in the other direction. He lowered his blade and deactivated it. His eyes moved around the ship as he felt everyone still alive on it was mobilizing. Apparently they were getting ready for something big.

He kept a firm hold on his lightsaber and followed the darkest person on the ship.

Meetra was running towards the fuel line of the ship when she felt it. She stopped and dropped her weapons, attracting the attention of Atton. She dropped to her knees and grabbed her left hand. It felt like a lightsaber had just cut the damned thing off! She hadn't felt this much pain in a long time and it was almost too much. She could barely hear a thing.

"What's wrong? Are you alright?" Atton came running to her aid. He knelt next to her and grabbed her shoulder as she let out a small cry in pain. "Dammit hold on! It's only a little farther. Don't give up on me now!" Atton said.

Meetra quickly snapped out of it almost as fast as the pain came. She opened her eyes and looked into Atton's worried ones. At least, she thought he looked worried. "What happened to you?" He asked as they both stood up.

Meetra looked at her left hand and moved it around, trying to get the feel back in it. "Kreia… I think she's wounded… badly." Meetra didn't know how but she knew. She couldn't explain it at the moment.

Atton didn't seemed convinced. "Huh? How do you know that?"

Meetra looked back into his eyes and gave him a stern look. "I just do."

"Look, if she's in pain, then that pain is buying us time, time we can't afford to waste." Atton said. "Especially if sleeps-with-vibroblades gets tired of playing with her and decides to use us for practice next."

She hated to admit it, but he was right. As much as he was blunt and selfish with his response it was the sad truth, Kreia was buying them the time that they needed. Meetra slowly nodded and the two began running into the fuel line. "Alright let's go." She said as they went.

She wanted to get off of this nightmare of a mining facility and fast.

Darth Sion watched the asteroids blow up around the ship and didn't flinch. His eyes were trained on the Ebon Hawk that was getting away. He held his hand out and was about to activate the hyperdrive. Before he could his head was forced into the front window of the ship which left a giant crack. Sion quickly leapt up and activated his lightsaber swinging it as he turned around to face the person who dared to sneak up behind him.

A gloved hand reached out and grabbed the red blade before it could hit its mark. Sion's eyes widened slightly as he came face to face with the mask of Darth Revan. Sion wasn't afraid of anything but he did almost fear Revan. Almost. Sion had found Revan's power completely overwhelming and had made it his goal to surpass him. Not through power but through pain. But he was now presented with the Dark Lord himself and he was not so sure.

"You are supposed to be dead! How is it that you are here now?" Sion said out of pure rage. Revan just glared at the Sith Lord from under his mask.

"I am like you Sion. I cannot die unless I will it to be so." Revan said in a deep dark voice. He felt a little less intimidating around Sion, mainly because of that voice.

Sion's eyes glance briefly at the lightsaber that Revan was gripping. It was making a low hissing noise but was not burning Revan. Sion looked back up at Revan. "If it is a fight you want, then you will die."

Revan smirked under his mask. "Funny, that is what Nihilus said too." Revan pulled Sion's lightsaber out of his hand and it shut off and the hilt rolled on the floor to a stop at the end of the corridor. Revan then took a step forward and threw a punch at him. His fist connected but Sion barely flinched from the blow. Sion looked at Revan with hate in his eyes. He grabbed Revan's armor and brought his head towards him. Their heads connected and Revan felt that blow. He took a step back but Sion didn't let up as he thrust his fist into Revan's gut. The Knight gasped from the blow. He bent down and clutched his gut. He looked up to see Sion's fist before the Sith Lord delivered a devastating blow to his mask. The hit connected and Revan stumbled backwards but he caught himself and looked up as Sion walked towards him.

Sion went for another punch to Revan's face but the Knight smacked his punch away and countered by hitting the left side of his face. Sion's head turned slightly but he swung his other fist towards Revan's stomach. Revan let the punch hit him and he stepped forward and punched even harder at Sion's face. Sion stumbled back this time but as Revan walked towards him the Sith Lord delivered a very powerful kick to Revan's face. Revan fell and hit a control panel which he used to stop his fall. Sion came up and grabbed Revan's throat. He picked Revan up and held him a foot in the air before turning and smashing him into the ground. Revan groaned and opened his eyes to see Sion attempting to punch him again. Revan rolled and Sion hit the ground. In the wake of his attack there was a mark of where his fist was.

Revan got back on his feet. He pulled his mask off just a little so that his mouth was exposed. Revan spat blood on the ground then fixed his mask. Revan adjusted his robe before holding up his hands. He motioned for Sion to come at him. Sion growled as he rushed at Revan. Revan caught his right fist and grabbed his head smashing it into the wall next to them. Sion stumbled back and Revan punched him. Sion took another step back and Revan punched him again. Sion stopped and planted his feet. As Revan went for another punch Sion dodged the punch and grabbed Revan's right shoulder. Sion held him and delivered punch after punch until Revan was starting to stumble. Sion still had his hand on Revan's shoulder as he reached forward, with his other hand and began to rip Revan's mask off. Revan had his right hand on Sion's left shoulder and he used his left hand to grab Sion's hand that was ripping of his mask. When Sion saw this he let go of his mask and punched him three times in the face making Revan drop his hand. Sion went for his mask again and Revan reached out and grabbed Sion's neck. Revan squeezed with all his might but the Sith Lord remained unaffected. Revan then forced Sion's head towards him and smacked him with his own head. Both stumbled away from the blow and stood three feet away.

Revan looked back up at Sion at the same time Sion looked back up. Sion had a cut above his good eye and Revan laughed. "That was fun." Revan said. Sion scowled at him and held out his hand as his lightsaber came to him.

"You will die Revan." Sion said darkly. Sion charged and Revan blocked the red blade with his blue lightsaber at the last moment. "So you came back for her." Sion said as they kept their blades interlocked. "You cannot save her. She is beyond saving."

Revan narrowed his eyes. "So was I." He swiped his lightsaber to his right and Sion took a step back and swung at him again. Revan blocked then countered with a swing of his own. Sion blocked it effortlessly and leaned in closer to the former Sith Lord.

"How can you save something that you yourself broke?" He challenged the redeemed Knight.

Revan took a step forward and pushed his lightsaber upward, making Sion's weapon go up as well. Revan slashed back downward before the Sith Lord could block it. Sion staggered backwards and brought his free hand up to his chest, which had a gashing wound. "By fixing it, piece by piece."

Sion channeled his hatred and his wound was instantly healed and his fighting stamina returned to its peak. He glared back at Revan. "And if you fail?"

Revan lowered his blade dramatically to his side as he stood tall. Underneath his mask he smiled faintly. "I won't." In a flash he was already behind the Sith Lord but remained in the same stance. Darth Sion looked over his shoulder as a giant wound opened on his chest. He grunted in pain and fell to the floor. Revan lowered his head slightly and turned off his blue lightsaber. He gave a quick glance over his shoulder to see the Dark Lord struggling to get up so that he could heal himself once more. Revan calmly walked out of the bridge and proceeded to the back of the ship, disappearing within the confides of the large Republic ship once again.

Meetra walked to the back of the ship. It was a long and hard day. With getting the Force back then fighting homicidal droids and finally facing the Sith, it was not a good day. On the bright side she got a ship and she was finally off that pitiful planet. Though, it was blown up still.

Meetra looked down at the bunk and her eyes felt heavy. She quickly took off the miner's uniform she had been wearing. She took a rag and wiped off all the dirt that had covered her face. On her bare back were scars indicating that she was a woman of battle. Her shining lightly tanned skin was a mark of her beauty while her scars were an indication of who she truly was. She was a warrior with looks that could kill. She took out the clothes she had found in her room on the Harbinger and put them on. She brushed some of the dirt out of her long hair then looked at it for a moment. She had always had it long but cut it when she went to the war. If there was more trouble coming she might have to cut it again.

She sighed and collapsed on the bunk. She looked up at the ceiling then looked at her armband. She smiled thinking about Revan but then she wondered where he went. Atton and Kreia both said that Revan disappeared after the war. What had become of the man after the Mandalorian Wars? They said he became a Sith and fought the galaxy only to be betrayed and then he became a Jedi and killed Malak.

She felt some remorse for Malak. She knew him back before he changed his name and was good friends with the former Knight. Along with Revan, Malak, or Alek, had been a star pupil. A rare case of superior power in the Force at such a young age. Alek had also been a big softy when it had come to his feelings. Is that why he fell? His feelings got the better of him and turned him down the path of darkness. If she wasn't in the Mandalorian Wars than she would have said yes. But she saw what really changed him. Changed them all.

The Mandalorian Wars was one bloodbath after another. Millions were killed during each and every engagement while more men came and died. The slaughtering of thousands would have corrupted any other Jedi, even the masters, but not Revan, Malak, and Meetra. The three had killed probably a million each and they were unaffected by it, or so they thought. Slowly, the darkness was consuming them, driving them towards the peak of their inner peace, it was only a matter of time before it all came crashing down.

Meetra turned on her side and stared out into nothingness. She deserved to be cut off from the Force. She had been corrupted and she knew it. She was thankful that she was cut off before she had turned. She would rather die than walk the path of darkness. And she knew Revan, and that he was bigger than the darkside, or so they all thought. He must have been deceiving everyone. He was a master of those mind games. It was his specialty.

Since the age of seventeen she had been a cold hearted killer. She had seen and done things that any and all other men would have perished from. Yet she, and only she, survived. It was heart wrenching to affect the lives of so many and show no remorse. That is why she returned to the council. That is why she left the Force and never turned back. She hated this empty feeling she had without the Force, but she deserved it. And now fate was dealing her another hand by being hunted by the Sith.

Her eyes went to the floor as she began to remember the teachings of the Sith. There was no Sith threat when she was still a Jedi but she had learned a lot about them. One doesn't become friends with Revan and not brush up on their history. The Sith craved conflict, like the Mandalorian foes she fought for many years. They were the enemy of the Jedi and were committed to killing them all.

So they believed her to be the last one, and so far, so did she. And so far, there was only one after her, but there would be more. She was sure of that. And one thing Meetra Surik was not afraid of was a fight. She longed it, being in battle so long she actually craved it. But no one would know that. That was her secret.

Now she was setting off to Telos with her cryptic mentor, a smart mouthed pilot, and a droid, or two droids. She found another in a safety compartment of the ship. And there were going to be pursued by the Sith. And Meetra, Meetra was all but broken. She had a massive pain within herself from being away from the Force so long and she didn't know where to start to become a Jedi again. One step could be gaining a lightsaber, that would come in handy. Until then she would just take things one step at a time.

And with that set in mind she went into an uncomfortable slumber.

Fin.

A/N: Wow, what a great start to the second part. I don't know about you but I love their relationship, (Meetra's and Revan's) which it isn't a romantic relationship so don't ask about that. So did you like the boxing match between Revan and Sion? Did you like anything else? Please let me know and yes Meetra was designed by me, meaning I chose not to do any of the profile pics you can choose on the game.