Disclaimer: Don't own KotOR games or TOR. K1 and TOR belong to Bioware, and K2 belong to Obsidian.

The Sith world of Ziost that was simply covered in ice and snow was now covered in death as the frozen tundra was littered with corpses. Most of the fallen were soldiers of the Sith, who fought and died for their emperor and the Empire's glory. The rest of the corpses were consisted of warriors wearing Mandalorian armor, the robes of fallen Jedi Knights, and even the uniform of Sith who rebelled against their emperor.

From amongst the death and destruction, a young boy of Pure Sith blood walked through the frozen tundra, his black robes keeping him warm. His hands were cuffed together by binders that were made to cloud one's ability in the Force, a courtesy of ancient Sith alchemy. All the young Sith could do was look up to glare at the three escorting him.

One was a human woman, her fair skin lightly covered by some dirt and a few burns. Her long brown hair was tied into a pony tail that hung on her right shoulder and her brown Jedi robes flowed through the air. In her hand was her blue double-bladed lightsaber, one of the blades lit and focused on him.

Another one was a warrior wearing the gray Mandalorian armor covering his entire body. His look was complete with the mask of Mandalore over his face. In his hands was a blaster carbine, which had already been used on the Sith Emperor's forces and was now focused on the prisoner.

And then finally was Scourge, a member of the Sith race with the yellow eyes, tendrils, and bald head. 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. The young Sith could hardly believe one of his own kind would betray the Sith Empire to the Jedi.

The young Sith's eyes turned away from the Sith traitor and towards what was in front him. What he saw spread horror and fear in his mind as the young Sith fell on his knees and his Sith eyes trying hard to fight against the tear for lying before the young Sith was the ruler of the Sith Empire. His father.

The emperor's red skin on his body was pale and and face was devoid of any life as his lifeless eyes were widen with shock at his defeat, just like his mouth. His golden helmet had fell off, revealing the combed brown hair. The black robes were covered by golden armor, consisting of a breastplate, gauntlets, and boots. Yet if one look at the breastplate, one could see evidence of a burnt hole right in the dead center, a mark which was left by a lightsaber.

The young Sith could not believe what he was seeing before him. His father, the ruler of the Sith who manipulated the Mandalorians Wars and planned to attack the Republic, was now dead. Any plans of the Sith Emperor had been extinguished with his life. The shock overcame his sense as he did not even noticed a fourth man standing over the body of his dead father.

Instead, the young Sith heard the man asked, "What do have to report?"

The Mandalorian guarding the young Sith was the first to answer, his voice filtered by the mask he wore. "We've succeeded in eliminating any potential threats from the Sith. Those that surrendered have been taken to the Sith fortress."

"What about those that didn't?" the man continued.

There was no reply for a few moments until the Mandalorian replied was silent, but he soon answered, "We had to kill them. They didn't really give us much of a choice."

This time, the silence came from the questioner before he finally inquired, "What about your prisoner?"

The young Sith could hear the Jedi woman raising her voice to answer that question. "We found him at the Sith camp. We brought him here for you to see."

At this point, the young Sith raised his head to stare at the man standing over his father's corpse. And he saw who this man was.

The familiar black robes placed underneath the copper red armor, completed with the red Mandalorian mask over his face. The black cloak blowing in the air as the hood concealed the man's head from Ziost's cold weather. Grasped in his hand was a lightsaber, its green blade glowing in the air that surrounded the aftermath of a battle. If blade was made of metal instead of plasma, the young Sith would see the blood of his father smothering the blade.

Staring at the black visor of the Mandalorian mask, the young Sith realized who this person was. Revan. The Jedi who discovered the Sith and learned their ways directly from their emperor, and the one who became a Sith Lord to stop the Sith Empire. The one who eventually destroyed his own empire and returned to fight the Sith. The one who murdered his father.

Though Revan's face was masked, the young Sith could tell there was pity on it, as well as sadness. However, his mind was filled with an unadulterated rage for the Jedi before him, a rage that he wanted to let out, but he know he could not, for it would be pointless. All the Sith could do was just glare at Revan.

"What should we do with him?" the Mandalorian asked.

Scourge, who had remained silent, now spoken as he removed his lightsaber from his belt. "We kill him."

When the young Sith heard the hum of Scourge's lightsaber coming to life, he expected Scourge's blade to come down upon him. Instead, the red blade was intercepted by Revan's green blade. "No, Scourge!" Revan shouted with anger.

Shock appeared on the large Sith Lord's face as Revan quickly smacked Scourge's red blade away. Scourge snarled as he tightened his grip on his lightsaber. "You can't let him live!" Scourge proclaimed, pointing his blade at the child. "If you do, he will come with a new Sith Empire. He will attack the Republic, just like his father did!"

Revan was not persuaded by Scourge's reasoning. "I said no! There's been enough death for today. I will not add more blood on my hands!"

The Sith child just stared at Revan, as his eyes once again met the black visor on Revan's mask. "I will spare your life. Leave here and never return," Revan warned, sheathing his lightsaber before he took his leave.

Scourge just snarled with disapproval, yet he did not argue as he too sheathed his own weapon. The young Sith turned his attention to Scourge, who simply kept his snarl on his face as he brought his face close to the young Sith. "He's spared your life, boy," Scourge said, his breath touching the young Sith's face. "I suggest you don't throw it away, and get out of here."

With that, Scourge backed away and left, with the Mandalorian and the Jedi woman close behind him. The son of the fallen Sith Emperor watched the trio follow Revan away from the battlefield, and towards their own allies, with expectations of a celebration at the victory.

But the young Sith knew that their victory would only last for a short time. One day, he would return to claim the throne of the Sith and they would pay. The Jedi, the Republic, the Mandalorians, the Sith traitors, they would all pay!

AN: Basically, it's an AU retelling of the TOR game that changes the story of Revan and the Exile fighting against the Sith. This is based off of my assumptions of what I thought the game was going to be, mixed with the actual storyline.

I hope to get to this story, but I have no idea when that will be. If I don't get to it, then I'll give away the story (then again, who gives a s**t?). Until that happens, this is NOT up for adoption.

Alright, that's it for now. If you have any comment, please leave them in the reviews and please leave constructive criticism.

Raika out!