Revan ran through the forest at breakneck speeds, a terrible, mechanical breathing followed him just yards behind with the feeling of intense pain and hatred that echoed through every gasp. In and out went the pain and suffering that few could claim to know, the sound of a fatherhood denied... and of a man who murdered those closest to him in a bid for power. A noise, Revan noted, that resonated terrifyingly with his own soul.

"You cannot escape me, Jedi," the source of the breathing stated, the hatred even more prevalent with every syllable. "You can serve me or die."

Revan chuckled as he ran, knowing that it was Darth Vader that followed him. "'Only a Sith deals in absolutes!'" Revan shouted to the forest, followed with a round of terrified laughter. Vader roared from the shadows that stretched for miles around him, and Revan heard the familiar noise of a lightsaber slicing through material. Then Revan heard the unfamiliar noise of a hundred foot tall tree falling to the ground with an enormous, echoing thud. "Always thought that was a weird thing to say – it is an absolute, after all."

"Quiet, fool!" Vader screamed. His labored breathing grew closer even as Revan began to run faster. The young man felt his heart begin to pump at overdrive; it felt as if he was about to have a heart attack. He didn't have time for that, however, so on Revan ran through the forests of Endor. The breathing quieted down, and Revan began to think he was home free.

Then Revan felt a tingle run down my neck. He ignited his lightsaber and flipped through the air. A red saber arced through the air beneath his flying body, a death that nearly claimed his life. Revan flicked the blade of his saber downward as the saber flew on its return path to its master, and the red and white collided brilliantly, forcing Vader's saber into the darkness of the forest. "The Force is strong in you, boy," Vader stated as he stomped out from the shadows. Revan landed on a tree root exposed from the dirt and glared over his shoulder at the "dead" Sith Lord. "But you do not know the power of the Dark Side."

"Actually," Revan said condescendingly. He turned to the Sith "more machine than man" and raised his saber until it pointed at Vader's helmet. The black, shiny eyes communicated a soulless savagery that matched with the elegant yet cruel arches of his armor. The system of buttons and lights added a sense of mystery and vulnerability – which was even scarier. Who would put their greatest weakness right there on their chest? "Been there, done that."

Vader's head dipped down for a moment, then his robotic gaze met mine. "I sense you are telling the truth. You held great power, yet you gave it up... it has to do with your 'friends,' doesn't it?" Vader asked. He flicked his wrist and his saber flew into his hand from the forest. "Ah, yes. It's always other people that weaken a Sith. But I will take care of that – the blue one will lead the others into a trap. Then they will all die."

"No!" Revan shouted. "What'd you do with Rhen?" He jumped through the air and his saber collided with Vader's. Revan pushed against the Sith Lord's blade, but Vader's cyborg body was much stronger; Revan was thrown through the air and collided with the root he had been standing on earlier.

"You fight with weakness," Vader noted. He walked slowly and threateningly over to Revan. "You can only save your 'friends' if you use the power of the Dark Side to strike me down."

Revan looked up and glared at the former man. "Never," Revan spat, his bloody spittle landing on Vader's black, shiny boot.

The Sith Lord shook his foot with disgust and looked down at Revan. "Pity," he said. He raised his saber to destroy Revan, and brought the red blade down. Revan, however, was ready for that.

He rolled out of the plasma's way. "Go to hell," he growled, controlled anger in his voice, and unleashed a blast of Force energy at the Sith Lord. But where Lightning would usually fly to decimate an enemy, a blast of telekinetic force and a tinge of purple energy rushed from Revan's hands. He felt the strength of Vader rush into his own bones even as the Sith Lord was thrown through the forest. Vader screamed in rage and pain before disappearing completely into the shadows.

Revan smiled for a moment at his victory, then coughed painfully. He saw blood rush from his mouth and his breath was caught in his chest. Revan fell to his knees as his vision began to darken. "N-no," he groaned. He began to fall forward. "No..."

SWSWSWSWSW

Revan's eyes flew open some time later to the insistent, worried urging of an unfamiliar voice. "Hey, are you okay? Hello. Wake up!" the voice urged.

Revan graoned when he openecd his eyes. The little light there was in the Endoran forest at night was still enough to make the young man 's eyes ache. Though that may have been the dried blood that covered his corneas. "Ugh..." Revan croaked. He forced himself up to a sitting position and rubbed his head. "My head..."

"Are you okay?" the voice asked again. Revan felt water run down his face, and began to rub his eyes. The blood flowed from his face, and he blinked the blurriness from his vision.

"I am now," he replied thankfully. His vision cleared to reveal a man about his age, twenty-five or six with a scar running across his brown right eye. The man looked incredibly severe for his age, as if his life had been filled with almost unmanageable pain and the sights of death that few men could survive. A simple cylinder hung from his hip – a lightsaber built in the manner of the Old Order. "Thank you."

"No problem," the man said. He grinned and held his hand out to help Revan to his feet. The Gray Jedi graciously accepted the offer of help and was quickly pulled to a standing position. "But, what happened to you? If you don't mind me asking."

"Ugh... I got jumped by a dead Sith Lord," Revan remarked. He coughed once and flecks of blood fell to the ground in front of him. Revan noticed the worried look on the Jedi's face, though. "Oh, don't worry though – you should see the other guy."

"Ha! He must be dead," the scarred Jedi said.

"I look that bad?" Revan responded. "Your first thought on the other guy is 'dead?' Damn, I need some time in Bacta, then."

"Well, at least you still have all your limbs," the Jedi responded. He raised his right hand and the faint sound of gears came muffled from behind his glove.

Revan grimaced. "Ouch. I can't argue with that, I suppose," he replied. He grunted and stood up. "I'm Th – Revan, by the way." He held his hand out.

"Anakin," the man said. His metal hand gripped Revan's firmly, but not painfully. "Anakin Skywalker."

Revan felt his heart skip a single beat and spit fly from his mouth. "You're cough. Anakin Skywalker?" he asked. "But – Oh..."

"What?" Anakin asked. He placed his fists on his hips. "What's wrong?"

"Um... Have you seen a twi'lek Jedi anywhere? Rutian, about six feet tall and dressed in black robes. The Sith said he dumped him near a trap somewhere around here," Revan said, deflecting the question. He leaned forward, hoping the future Vader would retain at least a few of his other self's memories.

"I – Hm... I... you know, it just occurred to me, I don't know where I am. Or how I got here," the Jedi said, panic running across his face. "Padme... Ahsoka – Obi-Wan? Where are all of them!?"

"Just -" Revan was cut off as the Jedi disappeared completely in the blink of an eye. "What? What!? WHAT!" Revan stared up at the sky. To the Force: "Why does this keep happening to me!?"

SWSWSWSWSW

Ana and Van jogged through the dense underbrush of the forest moon. "This place is built for damn Ewoks, not normal height people," Ana snapped as she recovered from another branch that collided with her face. Ana pulled her shoto from her belt and began swatting away at the branches at head level.

"Still angry at the Ewoks for a battle 120 plus years ago, huh?" Van mocked. "Well, you Imps are a stubborn, pigheaded bunch."

"Watch it."

"A lot like 'Revan.' I can see why you've got a thing for him – he's like you, but, you know, with a -"

"I said watch it!" Ana snapped, immediately quieting the cocky, arrogant pilot. There was a long pause as they continued walking. "You have anyone back home?"

"Really? You're asking me if I have anyone back home? Sorry... oh, what was his derogatory nickname again... Sorry, Boobs, not mission related."

"We're back to that. Which means there is someone back home," Ana remarked. Van mumbled, scared for a moment. "Ah, quit your whining. I'll give it a rest."

Van sighed annoyedly. "Thanks," he said quietly after a moment.

"Help! Guys, help!" Rhen called from the darkness. Van and Ana exchanged looks for a brief moment, then sprinted off towards the source of the cry for help. "Help!"

The two ran through the forest for a short while until they eventually came across an old bunker. Blaster burns ran across what little metal was visible beneath the dense shrubbery that had grown, crisscrossing, over the walls and roof. Shrapnel surrounded the building, and Ana could just make out the buried forms of AT-ST armored walkers. The hollow eyes of the once-deadly weapon glared right at Ana and Van as they stopped before the bunker. The air chattered with ancient war rippling through time, and Van wondered at the destruction around him humbly. He ran his hand gingerly across the face of a decaying walker. "You've never been this quiet," Ana noted. She looked around. "And it's not just you."

Van looked up at her in slight confusion for a moment, then looked around wildly. Rhen's screams for help had ceased. "Kriff," Van hissed to himself. He drew one of his blasters and aimed it into the sky. To Ana, he said, "If I fire this, Rhen might hear it. Shout for us again."

"But so would whatever captured him," Ana finished for him. She sighed and gazed thoughtfully at the canopy far above. The light of the sun passed across her eyes for a moment, and she winced. She looked back down at Van. "Do it. We need to save him if he's in trouble."

Van nodded, apparently in agreement before she had even said anything. His finger squeezed down on the trigger of his blaster, and a bolt of red energy flew into the air with a loud vworp that echoed through the forested expanses of Endor. A moment later: "Hello!? Help!" Ana and Van turned simultaneously to the bunker near them. Rhen's voice rushed out worriedly from the dark, open door. "Help!"

"Every kriffing time," Van sighed as he unholstered his other blaster. He looked at Ana and gestured at the bunker. "Ladies first."

Ana scoffed and rolled her eyes. With a flick of her wrist, Van felt the ground beneath him fall away. "This isn't nice!" he shouted after her.

Ana glanced back at the pilot who was hanging upside down, held a meter and a half above the ground by the sheer force of Ana's will concentrated on his left ankle. "Oh, now you care about manners? Well, I guess 'Boobs' here will have to let you go. Sorry, 'Dick.'" Ana waved her hand again, and Van tumbled to the ground in a pained heap.

"That was petty," Van stated as he stood up. He watched Ana walk away for a moment and frowned. "And unoriginal, now that I think about it!"

Ana spun around, swinging her open hand towards Van. The man flinched and curled into a protective fetal position to prepare for a Force attack that never came. Instead, the sound of Ana's pealing laughter echoed for a moment as she walked deeper into the bunker. "This isn't nice!" Van reiterated. He growled to himself and followed the Imperial Knight into the bunker and towards their Jedi friend.

SWSWSWSWSW

Darth Vader, hiding silently in the pitch black shadows, watched the shouting twi'lek with a dispassionate interest. The presence of the Dark Side flowed faintly beneath his bright Force aura. A streak hidden by layer after layer after layer of Jedi nonsense. An under-under-undercurrent of darkness that reminded Vader of the ancient tombs he had wandered through in his early apprenticeship. It was utterly, disappointingly familiar. Like looking in a twisted fun house mirror.

Vader took a slow breath that made no noise – he had long since shut the speakers of his armor off to prevent losing the element of surprise. The woman and the man rushed in to the deep room of the bunker to find the twi'lek tied up and hanging from the ceiling. Vader tapped his hand lightly on the twi'lek's saber that hung from his armored him then did the same to the mask he had taken from the Jedi. A Sith artifact that glowed, somewhat paradoxically, bright with the Dark Side. Vader watched the woman ignite her saber and prepare to help the Jedi down. At that moment, Vader ignited his saber and rushed forward. He blocked the woman's saber and prevented her from freeing the Jedi, then shoved the man away with a flick of his robotic wrist.

Vader slowly returned his attention to the woman before him and brought the twi'lek Jedi's saber up to deflect the woman's shoto. The viridian and orange sabers clashed in a brilliant swirl of tertiary and secondary colored rainbows that, to Vader's shuttered eyes appeared in dull grays and blacks. He considered the sadness of his own inability to see the colors as he deflected the two incoming blades of the pseudo-Jedi. He laughed internally and battered the young woman's defenses apart easily with single blows. She rebounded from his attack and brought her blades down onto Vader's head.

The Sith Lord's cyborg arms rushed upwards faster than normal arms could and locked the magnetic field of his sabers with hers. She struggled to pull away, but Vader held her sabers locked with the Force. His thumb moved to the switch that would activate the other blade of the twi'lek's lightsaber, and the second end flared to life. The plasma hissed as it made contact with the air and Vader heard the noise of the lightsaber slicing through matter. Darth Vader smiled behind his helmet and released his grip on the sabers. The weight of the saber lock disappeared and the hilts clattered uselessly against the ground. That confused the Sith Lord.

He turned around in order to see a dead body, but was greeted instead by empty space. He looked around quizzically and deactivated the Jedi's lightsaber. He latched the curved hilt onto his belt and gazed silently into the empty darkness. He thumbed a button on his chest, and his haunting breaths began to echo through the darkness. It was a noise that could strike fear into any Jedi's heart, and Vader knew that the woman was no different in that respect, even if she was not a Jedi. "You cannot keep running, girl," the Sith stated simply, little extra malice in his voice. "Neither can you hide. Come – face destiny, face death with courage, girl."

"Sorry to disappoint," the voice of a young man said. Vader turned to see the young man in the white shirt with a white lightsaber. "But Ana's busy. Care if I take the reins?" The young man held out his hand and the mask at Vader's belt rushed through the air. Vader's new opponent caught the Mandalorian helmet and slid it onto his face. Vader took a step backwards as the air rushed with power – not enough to defeat the Sith, but substantial nonetheless.

"Let's dance, Schutta," Revan said, and he jumped forward to fight the Sith Lord.