So I couldn't sleep and I had an idea, how would Harry turn out if he was raised by a Gray Darth Revan who was marooned in the ass end of nowhere and had nothing better to do? This prologue was the end result, I kind of liked how Revan and Bastila's characterizations ended up considering I hadn't really planned this out. Anyway, I'm going to at the very least write Harry's first meeting with her and Bastila at some point but regardless this was just a fun little diversion, please enjoy!

There comes a time in one's life where they really have to take a step back and evaluate all the past actions they had taken to get to this point and wonder in a brief baffling moment of clarity, "Why did I think this was a good idea?"

That was currently what one Padawan Bastila Shan was going through as she stared down the Dark Lady of the Sith, the Great Betrayer, the Slayer of Mandalore the Ultimate, and the former glowing hope of the Republic.

Because really, facing off against the lithe armor clad figure of Darth Revan, her violet and crimson sabers burning in her hands as she stood over the dead bodies of a dozen Jedi, Bastila couldn't help voicing the nagging thought she'd had since she'd been given this rather half baked mission by her Master.

"I am so in over my head right now."

Revan for her part tilted her head to the side and further baffled Bastila as she let out a low chuckle in reply, "Quite. Aside from some actual survival instincts and your battle meditation, which by the way may I say is impressive, I can not see why they sent a child, who hasn't even taken her trials yet mind, after me."

Bastila swallowed and cringed as she realized her throat was too dry for that and instead began slowly pacing to the side as the Dark Lady mirrored her actions, neither paying attention to the ongoing battle outside the bridge window.

"I...I was told by my Master that I was required for an important mission, when we were in transit I was then given my orders t-t-to capture or neutralize you at all costs..."

Darth Revan's reaction was, to say the least, shocking.

"Are you bloody kidding me?! Fierfek you're what, eighteen?"

"Twenty...as of last week..." She replied meekly

Revan let out a disgusted noise as she deactivated her sabers and clipped them to her belt, "Of course, why not. I was only the same age when I defied the old bastards to defend the Republic against the Mandalorians, what were they thinking? That betting on youthful vigor would win against insurmountable odds, because they decided it was a good idea this time? Crazy old bastards..."

Bastila was left floundering a bit as she realized that Revan had dismissed her as a threat, she was the only other living person on the bridge and that there was one of the Sith Lady's own cruisers lining up for a full broadside.

"Look out we're about to be fired on!"

Revan froze and glanced out the window before letting out a series of curses in Huttese that would normally have had Bastila blushing madly. Diving into the crew pit and pushing aside the dead crewman at the helm Revan managed to twist the ship out of the direct line of fire from the traitorous vessel and to return fire with a full salvo of its own.

"Knew keeping those nukes in stock was a smart choice, Cassus Fett may have been a bastard but I certainly learned a thing or two from him. Hells this is a mess and...oh...

"Oh?!" Bastila was near hyperventilating as she dropped down next to Revan, her eyes alight with panic, "That isn't good right? I mean 'Oh' sounds like it's bad, is it bad?"

"Uhh...yeah, Malak may have just...done exactly what I had moments before I atomized his traitorous hide into irradiated dust and fired an entire salvo of nuclear warheads at this ship. Which is currently crippled and burning."

"Oh..."

Revan's choice of epitaph worked rather well in the end as it turned out.

As the stricken warship spun on her axis, Bastila watched the billowing plumes of the nuclear spears heading their direction and cast about in a near panic.

"Isn't, isn't there anything we can do?!"

Darth Revan let out a sigh while shaking her armored head, "Computers are fried, everyone in engineering is dead and most of the close in weapon systems were destroyed when your little party made their entry."

"Why not just enter hyperspace?"

Revan sounded incredulous as she turned to face the terrified young woman, "Are you insane!? We could bounce off a planet, ram into a blackhole, pass through a bloody star! There is like a ninety nine percent chance we'd die in the first second of an uncalculated jump!"

Bastila glanced out the window as the first nukes began detonating, "And that would differ from our current situation how?"

Revan paused for only a moment before she laughed and threw the hyperspace control levers forward, "I think I like you."

In a mundane, unnoticed and backwater star system nothing of note occurred, when a brutally damaged kilometer long warship was torn from hyperspace, as the airless grey moon it found itself above pulled it into its gravity well. That is, aside from the primitive satellite network surrounding the neighboring planet going insane trying to figure out if the massive pulse of unknown radiation in orbit meant that the Americans and Soviets had finally gone full moron and kicked off World War Three.

Darth Revan wasn't concerned about that at the moment though, what she was concerned about was the fact that her already crippled flagship was on fucking fire, she was on a course that was going to strike the moon below her and the only person she had to rely on was a completely terrified Padawan, who not minutes before had been trying to kill her.

It must be a Tuesday, Tuesdays were never Revan's best day.

"MOVE!" She grabbed the girl's arm and ran for the lift, side stepping a falling support beam in the process as she pulled them into the enclosure and hit the emergency override button. If by some chance of the fates everything was working as it should, the lift would take them directly to Revan's personal hanger and they could escape on the Defiant.

If it didn't...well they'd be dead before they realized anything had gone wrong, so there was that at least.

"Wh-what's going on?!" The panicking Jedi asked as they sped along towards their destination.

"The Resolute is about to crash land on the moon that dragged us out of hyperspace. The ship might hold together after impact, but I guarantee you, we'd be turned into bloody mush upon said impact, so we're getting out on my personal ship...I hope."

"What about the escape pods?"

Revan scoffed, "What about them? The Republic forces destroyed them all to prevent my escape."

The girl let out a weak, "Oh..." and said no more for which Revan was rather thankful.

As the lift came to a stop, the pair stumbled out into the smoke wreathed halls as the burning ship bucked once again, likely because something quite important had just exploded.

Hooray.

"This way!" Revan yelled at the girl as they finally made it to the hanger proper, the fact that only her ship and her droid were waiting for her dropped her spirits slightly.

It was looking more and more likely that the two of them were going to be the only survivors of the Jedi's assault and Malak's betrayal, a pity really.

"Statement: Master I do believe now would be the opportune time to vacate your flagship."

"Couldn't have said it better myself HK, she spun up and ready to go?"

"Offended Consternation: Of course Master, I am after all programmed to do so the moment I detect that the hypermatter reactor of the ship we are currently docked on is about to go critical."

"The reactor is about to go critical!?" The girl whimpered out in a panic.

"THE REACTOR'S ABOUT TO GO CRITICAL!?" Revan shouted at the droid as they ran up the now raising ramp of the Fury Class ship.

"Delighted Clarification: Just so Master, it will be quite an amusing spectacle to observe. Assuming of course we survive that is."

"Of course..." the Dark Lady muttered, as she jumped into the pilots seat and threw the thrusters to maximum, barreling them out of the confines of the dying ship mere moments before it slammed into the lunar surface.

Bringing the Defiant around, Revan watched her precious flagship gouge a six kilometer long scar across the grey moon and felt her shoulders slump as the reactor finally cooked off, destroying the vessel in a multi-megaton nuclear explosion.

The adrenaline rush of the past...hells...hour had finally caught up with her, feeling a headache about to kick in Revan let out a sigh as she rose from her seat to turn to the Padawan she'd dragged along with her.

Revan knew she should be feeling all sorts of rage, hate, anger and the like towards the girl, but she didn't. She looked so damned lost it wasn't even funny and since the computer still couldn't figure out where they had jumped to, they might very well be just that.

Lost.

Well...at least she's cute, that would earn her some points with the Dark Lady in the end.

Removing her helmet she tossed it on the chair and ran her gauntlet clad hand through her shoulder length wine red hair before meeting the startled Padawan's now wide gaze with her own emerald green. They always reacted like that when they saw the real her, not that she could blame them, the Sith had a reputation for going pasty faced and evil eyed after all.

"I'm taking a shower, then you're taking a shower, then we're going to figure out what the hell we're going to do about this situation like responsible adults. HK?"

HK-47, her marvelously malevolent murder machine perked up as he turned his photoreceptors towards her, "Hopeful Statement: Yes Master? Do you wish for me to eliminate the Jedi meat bag?"

Rolling her eyes Revan walked past the rust red droid while drawling out, "No I want you to treat her like an honored guest and assign her to one of the spare rooms. Do lock her out of the ships controls though. Treat her kindly as well, I won't have my apprentice mishandled and do not think I forgot about the prank war you instigated against Malak last time."

"Weary Resignation: Yes Master, it shall be so."

Bastila for her part, finally coming to something resembling calm looked about in shocked horror as she squeaked out, "Wait, her apprentice?! What!? I don't want to be a Sith Lady's apprentice!"

HK none too gently pushed her forward as he let out a vexed sigh, "Condescending Clarification: Ironically, no one really cares about your opinion meat bag. Move before I find some way to push the boundaries on the parameters on which my master has ordered me to treat you."

Trudging along Bastila shook her head slowly as she muttered, "So in over my head."

Her mood wasn't helped as the droid behind her laughed, "Amused Agreement: Yes, you are."

Just to clarify I added HK at the last minute and after writing him I have to say, I have no regrets. Also I had visions of little six year old Harry being babysat by the psychotic droid and how delightfully traumatizing it would be in the long run. Bastila is aghast, Revan a bit more amused then she likely should be.