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AN: This here is a idea for a possibly KotOR 3 story, like the title for this chapter says. I hope you like it!
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...
A few months have passed since the end of the Sith Triumvirate at the hands of the Jedi Exile. With the Sith threat gone, the Jedi Order slowly rebuilds, gathering at the rebuild Jedi Temple on Corusant. The growing numbers has allowed the Jedi to regain their position as guardians of the Galactic Republic.
However, darkness looms over the horizon as a new threat emerges. Remnants of the ancient Sith Empire hides in the Unknown Regions, waiting for their chance to strike at the Republic. The Jedi Exile has left Known Space for the former Sith Lord Revan, who has gone to fight the Sith threat.
On an unknown world, Revan and his forces fight against the true Sith in hopes of stopping them once and for all...
The sound of fading footsteps echoed across the plains covered in the aftermath of the battle that just took place. Fields that was once covered with tall grass were now littered with dead bodies of soldiers and their weapons. On the fields and the soldiers, there were evident scorch marks of blaster bolts and lighting.
Standing in the center of it all was a man who wore black robes underneath copper-red armor comprised of gauntlets, and a chest plate. Attached to his black cloak was a hood that covered his head, and concealing his face was a red Mandalorian mask with a black visor. He was Revan, the former Dark Lord of the Sith and the famous hero of the Republic. However, those titles meant little to him now as he looked down at the cost for his victory.
Many of the casualties were of the red-skinned Sith race, the same race who mastered the power of the Dark Side and fought the Republic during the Great Hyperspace War. Revan recognized some of the fallen men as his own soldiers, while the others were those who fought for their leader, the emperor of the Sith race.
These Sith that Revan fought were remnants of the ancient Sith Empire, who were lucky to escape the destruction the Republic befell on them. The remnants hid in the Unknown Regions, safe away from the Republic and giving them time to lick their wounds. The Sith rebuild their empire in the Unknown Regions and began plotting their revenge against the Jedi and the Republic. Among the many plots was the infamous Mandalorian Wars that led to Revan discovering their existence.
Revan's attention was brought back to reality when he hear heavy footsteps approaching him from behind. Before he could tell who it was, Revan found out when the footsteps halted and was soon followed by a deep voice calling out, "Revan?"
The voice made Revan first swivel his hooded head towards the owner of the voice, and upon seeing the familiar face of an ally, he turned around to fully face that person. "Yes, Scourge?" Revan questioned. "What is it?"
The being named Scourge was a member of the Sith race, much like many of the dead soldiers lying at his and Revan's feet. That was readily evident with the red skin complexion, the yellow eyes, the tendrils hanging from his cheeks, and his bald head. However, he was much larger than most with a muscular build that made him about a foot taller than Revan. Much like Revan, Scourge wore his armor over his cloak, the sun's light reflecting off of its black color, and the cape flowing from his triangular shoulder pads. His lightsaber hung from the belt that hung around his waist.
Ever since Revan began his war against the hidden Sith Empire, Scourge was among the first to join his cause. The two continued fighting against the Sith emperor's control over the worlds in the Unknown Regions, including a world that belonged to blue-skinned, red-eyed beings called the Chiss. Over the past years, the two gained support within the Sith Empire and their small band turned into a rebellion. There were times when Revan thought that without Scourge, he would have never gotten this far in his fight against the Sith.
Scourge's yellow eyes stared at Revan's masked face. "A few troops have spotted a freighter landing in nearby the battlefield."
The word "freighter" caught Revan's interest as he asked, "Any passengers?"
"Two droids and a human female," Scourge answered. "They've been detained for questioning. The droids have been given restraining bolts and the woman has been disarmed and is being guarded."
Revan's mind found a connection to his travels, remembering the small T3-M4 and the delightful murderous HK-47, but the woman was left an anomaly. Revan could only let out a soft sigh as he told Scourge, "I'll check it out. Is there anything I should know?"
Revan was expecting "no" to the be answer, but Scourge surprisingly nodded. "There is." Revan noticed there was a little hesitation in Scourge's voice, which strangely softened. "The woman's a Jedi."
The word "Jedi" caught the former Dark Lord's attention as he found himself assuming the identity of this Jedi woman his men captured. His eyes widen underneath his mask as he remembered of his wife he left behind four years ago. 'Bastila?' he thought. 'No, she can't be out here!'
Still, there was the possibility that Bastila got tired of waiting for Revan to return Even if Bastila did not make it to the Unknown Regions, there was always the chance of her sending someone else in her stead.
Scourge was a little surprised to sense Revan's emotions suddenly spiked a little, but he was even more surprised when Revan walked up to him and he urgently demanded, "Take me to her!"
The Sith only knew Revan within the tactics of warfare, since they were fighting against the forces of the Sith emperor. Outside of that, Scourge knew little of Revan's own personal life, aside from hearing a few words of a woman named "Bastila." To see Revan like this was a new experience for him.
Still, Scourge gave a nod. "Very well."
With that, the Sith turned around, and led an anxious Revan away from the bodies and towards their base of operations.
Revan's stronghold was a large underground base, set a safe distance away from the fields where the battle recently took place. Originally, it was an old Sith base, abandoned for centuries, until Revan and his forces occupied it. The base had different floors connected by a long elevator and different flights of stairs, and the halls were a endless maze that made it easy to get lost. Fortunately for Revan and Scourge, they knew how to get around and head towards the cell block.
The cell block alone was more than enough to show the ghastly influence of the Sith on the base's construction. On one side, there were flags of the Sith rebellion, the white mark of the ancient Star Forge on a black cloth, which covered the crest of the ancient Sith. The black walls surrounded the central desk where a few Sith rebels monitored the condition of the cell block's only inhabitant.
The guards at the desk heard the sound of the door slid, causing them to turn their attention to entrance. The two stood up straight at the sight of Scourge entering the cell block with Revan, the leader of the rebellion, right behind him. Both guards momentarily shifted their eyes to the Mandalorian mask on Revan's face, wondering what was underneath it, but was taken away when Scourge called for their attention.
"Guard, what's the status of the prisoner?" Scourge questioned as he approached the desk.
"She hasn't been disturbed since she arrived, Lord Scourge," the guard on the right, a Chiss, reported.
"And what of the two droids who accompanied her?"
As Scourge questioned the guards, Revan remained where he was, drowning out the words and using the Force to sense the presence of the Jedi prisoner. Revan assumed the prisoner was Bastila, but his eyes widen in recognition at who was really in the cell. When scratching the surface, it was at first like a echo, but when he went in deeper, it did not take long for Revan to recognize who it was. 'So she's here,' Revan thought.
"Revan," Scourge's voice brought Revan out of his thoughts.
Revan's hooded head turned towards the larger Pure Sith, who informed him, "We're ready to see the prisoner."
With a simple nod, Revan walked with Scourge through the long corridor connected to the reception room. It was not long as the two stopped at one of the doors that slid open, revealing one of the many prisons in the base. The former Sith Lord was the first to enter and he saw the face of the presence he sensed earlier.
Sitting on the bed on the far end was a woman about Revan's age, the light glaring on her fair skin. Her long brown hair was tied into a pony tail that hung on her right shoulder and rested on the bed, while her brown Jedi robes touched the floor. The only thing that was missing from her person was her lightsaber, which was obviously confiscated when she was captured. Her hands were cuffed together by binders that were made to cloud one's ability in the Force, a courtesy of ancient Sith alchemy.
With a wave of Revan's hand, the binders let out a small 'click' as they fell off of the Jedi's wrists and clattered onto the floor. The Jedi stood and flexed her wrists after being stiff for an hour or so. Scourge was confused at Revan's action and he turned to him for an answer.
Revan looked at the large Sith and assured him, "Don't worry, Scourge, she's a friend."
The Jedi prisoner held the urge to roll her eyes at the word "friend," and did not say anything, while Revan continued. "I want to talk with her," he told Scourge, before adding, "alone."
Again, Scourge found himself surprised, but he did not question Revan's order, for he knew little of this Jedi that was before him. Turning around, Scourge acknowledged Revan's order. "Very well," and he soon exited the cell, leaving Revan with the Jedi.
After the door slid behind Scourge, Revan's red mask turned to stare at the Jedi's gray eyes, but none opened their mouths and allow the silence to act as their communication.
The two had not seen each other for about ten years, not since the final battle at Malachor V that destroyed the Mandalorians. After that, Revan left Known Space to chase after the Mandalorians and would later find the true Sith in the Unknown Regions. This Jedi was the only one not to follow Revan as she found herself abandoned, thus she faced the council's judgment. Revan once knew her name, but that bit of information was gone when the Jedi Council wiped his mind. He only remembered the name the council gave at her trial. "Exile," Revan nodded.
The Jedi Exile returned Revan's nod with her own. "Revan."
Again, there was a silence between the two as one waiting for the other to speak. Revan broke it as he commented, "I'd never thought you would come all this way to find me."
"I wouldn't need to if you actually told people what you were going to do," the Exile retorted. "You had a bad habit of doing that during the war."
Under the mask, Revan winced a little at the Exile's remark, for he knew very well she was referring to his behavior during the savage Mandalorian Wars. During that time, Revan often made his intention unknown to others, including his own generals who served under him. Only the Jedi Exile and Malak were the exception, and even then, Revan's true intentions were only known to himself.
Eying the Jedi Exile, Revan asked, "Did Bastila send you?"
That question made the Exile stare at Revan with a hint of confusion. "Bastila? I'm not here because of her."
Revan could not help but be suspicious on the Exile's arrival. "Why then?"
The Exile would have answered quickly, but she hesitated, remembering the events of a few months ago. "Because of Kreia," she finally admitted in a soft voice.
Once more, Revan found himself surprised when he heard his old master's name. When he regained his memories, Revan remembered his teaching with Kreia and how much he respected her, even when he was a Dark Lord of the Sith. Before he could ask, Revan stopped himself, remembering the Exile's tone when she spoke his mentor's name. It was soft, somber, as if she was mourning for Kreia.
It gave him the answer as he asked, "She's dead, isn't she?"
The Exile nodded. "She told me about why you left. She told me about your fight with the true Sith."
Revan lowered his head a little in respect for his old master and remained silent for a few moments. "I see," he finally spoke as he reached a hand for his mask.
The Exile's eyes were focused on Revan as he slowly detached his signature mask from his face. She could finally see his face and she saw how much his time in the Unknown Regions has treated him.
Revan still had his tanned skin as well as short, brown hair, but he grown some facial hair over the years, which was readily evident from his trimmed beard. His eyes were a simple green, but they were enough to show how much Revan faced throughout these past few years.
Revan's eyes stared at the Exile as his words brought the Exile out of her thoughts. "I see we have much to discuss, Exile."
AN: That's it, for now. Please leave your thoughts in the reviews and if you have any criticism, please let it be constructive. Thank you.
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