Ok this is my first fan-fic story so please be nice! This is basically a what if story. It asks the question what if Revan returned from the Mandalorian wars to the Republic? What if he found no evidence of the "True Sith"? However while Revan returns to known space, his good friend Malak goes into the unknown regions to find the Star Forge, becomes a Sith Lord and thus ignites the Jedi civil war.

Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars, KOTOR, or any of the rights. If I did I certainly would not be writing stories on here would I!

Chapter 1- Revan's Return

The Ebon Hawk glided through hyperspace with practised ease. Inside sat one human male staring with eager anticipation at the upcoming planet- Coruscant. The capital of the Republic, untouched by the horrors of war since Naga Sadow reigned as a Sith Lord.

The horrors of war

Revan shivered. The memory of women and men screaming as they were hacked to pieces was something that was not easily forgotten. Although Republic propaganda painted him as a crusader fighting against the tyranny of the Mandalorians, Revan felt…..tainted. Dirty. Like something inside of him had somehow died. Replaced by emptiness that was difficult to describe.

Ok, stay positive. Think of pleasant thoughts

He smiled when the image of Bastila cropped into his mind. She was only 14 when he left to fight the Mandalores, but Bastila was still a fiery, quick-witted girl who Revan fondly remembered as something like a little sister. He recalled the time when he was 12 and a young apprentice by the name of Bastila Shan tried to avoid crashing into him after running around looking for her "daddy". He had calmed her and invited her to sit with him and Malak to talk about her problems and try to work through them. They had quickly become good friends.

Christ it's been 5 years since I saw her last. She'll be a grown woman now. I hope she doesn't kill me for not retuning sooner. He smiled. One of the main things he had missed in his time at war was Bastila.

Revan was not looking forward to the honours or grand parades in his name when he returned to the galaxy's capital. No, he was eager too see his friends. Master Kreia, the one who trained him throughout him time in the Jedi. Bastila, his adopted little sister. Master Zhar, who was also his occasional master and voice on the council.

Revan grimaced at the thought of the council. Would they accept him back? Would they exile him? Cut him off from the force? Make an example of him to other possible rebellious students? He doubted it but he knew he wasn't in for a warm reception.

Forcing that thought from his mind, Revan tried to remember his best friend and brother, Malak. Malak had told Revan he was going to find the remnants of the Mandalorian fleet that had refused to surrender after the death of Mandalore at the hands of Revan. He was going deep into the unknown regions to find them, and when Revan asked if he should come along as well, (after all he was the commander in chief of the Republic military) Malak quickly refused, stating it was a simple matter beneath Revan. However Revan had been wary as Malak was taking a third of the fleet with him. If it was a small problem then why take so many ships? And why was he only taking soldiers and Jedi loyal to him and not the Republic?

Revan had let it go, he appreciated that Malak would need some space after the jaw incidence……Revan knew it was an accident but he couldn't get the image of a jawless Malak lying on the floor in front of him, drowning in his own blood….Revan had been so shocked that he stood there paralysed for thirty seconds….he called for help eventually and Malak was forced to wear a durasteel plate now for the rest of his life……Revan felt the familiar weight of guilt to what he had done to his friend.

Revan earlier in the war would have continued to press the matter, even ignoring Malak's hand creeping to his lightsaber. But Revan was tired and weary from war, and to distressed by his one time friend's actions to fully comprehend what Malak was saying. His master had once said that "the heart ignores the brain". Revan understood that now. He loved Malak as a brother. Fighting over Malak's actions did not appeal to Revan, and he had just...dropped the conversation. Foolish looking back on it now. But he was just so tired...

A beeping noise brought Revan back from his musing. The Ebon Hawk was coming out of hyperspace. Suddenly Coruscant filled Revan's eyes, a marvellous glow emitting from it, lighting the sky like a flair in the night. It was beautiful but also man-made Revan reminded himself.

"Unidentified vessel, this is Coruscant air control. Please identify yourself"

"Control, this is Jedi Knight Revan of the vessel the Ebon Hawk"

"Revan! Err….welcome back sir! Please proceed to docking bay 24 by the Jedi temple"

Revan smiled, he was used to the awed reaction by other people now. At first it had been extremely embarrassing but now he had learned to take it all in his stride.

"Thanks control, proceeding to docking bay. Revan out." The link closed and Revan leaned back in his chair.

It has been some time. Maybe now the Jedi council will see I did the right thing. They had warned him that the Mandalore wars would lead him to the darkside.

Arrogant fools. Sitting in there tower safe from the galaxy while those around them burn and plead for help.

Revan did not regret defying the council. His status as a Jedi guardian demanded that he protect the weak from the helpless. The slaughter at Cathar convinced Revan that he could no longer heed the council's words of a "threat beyond the Mandalorians". The people of the Republic needed them, how could the council abandon them?

I hope this meeting goes better than the last one Revan thought with amusement.

His musings where once again cut short as the Hawk docked into the bay. Revan smiled a genuine smile for the first time in years it felt.

"It's good to be home"