AN: I never could stand the unhappy ending for Carth and Revan. And there was Dustil Onasi who just disappeared. So, I thought perhaps Revan ran into Dustil somewhere along the way to the Outer Rim. And a young man who wasn't ready to face his father convinces a Jedi master to take him on as a pupil. So yes, this is F!Revan.

Chapter One

"Sir, one of our teams brought back a droid."

The young soldier hesitated and that caught Carth Onasi's attention. He was well liked by his men and preferred to think he was easily approachable, which he was. So it was that Admiral Onasi had learned to be alert when a soldier appeared nervous whilst bringing him news. Carth, hands clasped loosely behind, turned and regarded the youth.

The soldier realized his commanding was waiting for him to continue and he made a nervous squeak drawing in a breath. "Uh, excuse me, uh sir. The droid is asking for you Admiral. It says -"

"Where is it?" Carth asked with such sudden intensity the young man nearly leapt out of his own skin. With a great deal of restraint Carth kept from grabbing the soldier and shaking the information out of him. Something deep within Carth Onasi had stirred. His thoughts whispered a name and with that hope burned in his heart.

The soldier pointed a shaking finger in a vague direction towards the aft of the vessel. The docking bays, where two teams had just returned from a scouting mission. Carth took off, forcing himself to walk until the bridge doors were sealed behind him and he broke into a sprint. The ship was big. But it had never seemed so uselessly large until now. Carth's dash through the corridors startled a fair number of soldiers and even a few droids. Eyes followed him as he ran past his boots thundering on the metal floor plates. There might be talk later, maybe even rumors, but he didn't care.

In the docking bay a small vessel was nested amid a flurry of activity. Soldiers were trundling down the ramp, looking exhausted as they dropped their gear onto carts. Droids were scuttling after the maintenance crews who were tending to the ship. Carth burst into the room, but few here paid him attention. There was enough activity that one more person in a rush wasn't going to attract interest.

He skidded to a stop just inside and looked around. But the droid spotted him first. The clamorous beeping snagged Carth's attention and he turned to see T3 bearing down on him. Trailing after the droid were two crew members, data pads and tools in hand, exasperation in their faces. One of them saw their charges destination and stopped long enough to salute. Carth found himself staring at the little droid. It was excited, chatting away in that manner of droids, moving in circles at his old friends feet. The droid itself looked worse for the wear. T3's plating was scratched and dented badly and in a few places, scared with blaster burns or ripped away completely.

"Sir, Admiral, this droid says he has a message for you," the crew member said. There it was again, though Carth was hardly aware of his own observation. This man was almost as nervous as the soldier back on the bridge.

"Perhaps we can have the droid brought - "

"No, just - just, clear out the bay," Carth ordered interrupting the technician. He dropped to one knee and laid a hand on T3's body. The droid stopped beeping and remained still under the mans touch. He could almost swear the droid's circuits were purring now.

It took a couple of minutes, but his orders were carried out and the bay was left empty save for Carth and T3. The droid chirped softly and then, before Carth could speak, it began to play its message. A face, cast in a translucent blue light, was projected into the air before him. It was a face so unexpected the admiral swore in surprise.

"This is Padawan Dustil Onasi," the image said. The last time he'd seen Dustil there had still been some faint traces of his boyhood lingering in a young mans face. But the man displayed before him was no boy. He looked exhausted, if not a little a gaunt.

Carth was trying to absorb so much at once he wasn't sure he was actually seeing his son. He couldn't even begin to imagine where Dustil had come across T3.

"My father is Carth Onasi, with the Republic Army. Well, he was the last time I saw him. Please, whoever finds this droid, bring him to my father," Dustil finished with a heavy voice. The image flickered then faded.

"Well come on T3! There has to be more than that!" Carth exclaimed with exasperation. The droid made a reproachful little noise and repositioned itself. A new image of Dustil appeared. This time he seemed to have been fighting. There was a cut on his cheek and above his brow and a discoloration of one eye which suggested the beginning of a bruise.

"I hope you're seeing this father," Dustil began. He stopped and then let out a hard breath. "I know we were meant to meet up on Telos, but I couldn't - just couldn't face home yet. I wasn't ready. And then I met Master Revan. She'll be furious if she catches me making this. She was headed to the outer rim and I convinced her to take me along. Well, not really. I pretty much just followed her. Eventually she gave in and even ended up taking me on as her apprentice. We've been traveling the outer rim for almost two and a half years. I'm surprised anyone let her come out here alone knowing what she was planning. Though things are going well. Uh. Were. Were going well."

The image of Dustil shifted and he looked away from the droid, his face creasing into worry. In it, Carth saw his boy again and he felt fear coiling in his heart. Dustil disappeared but the recording continued. There was the sound of his voice, soothing and pleading at the same time, but too far to be captured coherently. After a minute his face returned.

"We were in hostile territory, but Master Revan was confident we could handle it. She's like that you know? I wasn't so certain. Master Revan was right of course, we handled things. The natives attacked when we went out to the old shrine but we fought them back without a problem. They smashed our gear when we were inside though. Our speeders, our packs and supplies. Everything. And - maybe it wouldn't have been so bad. But ... Revan was bitten by a bug or something. Never saw one like it in my life. She said it was fine and maybe if our medpacks hadn't been smashed to bits - we walked most of the way back to the city before she collapsed."

"Is she alive?" Carth shouted at his sons recording.

"I carried her the rest of the way. And after a few days rest Master Revan was back on her feet. Things kinda looked okay. We moved on but it wasn't long before she started getting sick again. I thought I could get her to a hospital somewhere, but she wouldn't hear of it. Master Revan didn't want any interruption in our task. She's gotten to sick to walk, she gets delirious a lot, fevers too. Nothing is making her better. And she keeps calling out. For you. Please, father, if you get this, send help. I can't do much else for her. She's dying and, dad, please. Please. We need help."

The image faded again but this time it did not return. Carth rose to his feet in shocked silence. He pushed a hand through his dark hair and looked around the empty bay.

Revan. She was alive. But she was sick.

Dustil. He was alive, he had escaped Korriban and the Dark Side. Padawan. He'd claimed he was a Padawan and had referred to Revan as Master.

Turning in a slow circle Carth tried to sort his thoughts out. But everything was coming all at once and he couldn't keep up. Behind him T3 beeped. The man ignored it and the droid chirped loudly for his attention. This time it rolled forward and gently bumped against him. Absorbed in the swirling vortex of emotions Carth didn't even notice. Then T3 rolled back and started playing a new recording.

"If something happens, you need to bring this back to Carth. Do you understand T3?"

It was Revan's voice, her words soft and warm wrapping about Carth and pulling him into the moment. He turned and found himself facing Revan. A projection of her at least. Carth wanted to touch her face, his fingers twitching as they longed to feel her warmth and softness.

"T3, where are they now?" Carth asked. Revan's face faded and the droid replaced it with a map. He nodded, reaching for a datapad, his mind already formulating plans to get underway.

Revan. Finally, he would see her again. And Dustil, his son, and this time he would be there Carth silently promised himself.