AN: I own nothing, everything belongs to Disney, Lucasfilm, LucasArts and other respective holders. This story follows a some-what canon path however some segments are non-canon.

IMPORTANT:

1. Just to clarify, this story does NOT follow Revan's 'fall' to the Dark Side as a result of Vitiate's 'mind control'. To me, that whole segment within SWTOR is bullshit. Revan's 'fall' to the Dark Side is due to the result of several things: Kreia's teachings, forbidden knowledge and the acknowledgement of Vitiate's unknown Sith Empire - hence rendering Revan to become the Dark Lord out of necessity and seek out the Star Forge in hopes of uniting the galaxy against this unforeseen threat.

2. In contrast to KOTOR, the Star Forge has yet to be discovered. The Star Maps are in possession of Revan and Malak however he did not have the time to piece them together before the Republic baited him for the Jedi to strike.

3. In this story, Revan's character has been attempted to be as ambiguous as possible (in respect to readers leaving the alignment and personality of Revan for themselves). However for the sake of character development, I have decided to place a Lawful Neutral AND Chaotic Neutral aspect to Revan's character.

Philosophies have been taken mainly from KOTOR and KOTOR II. I hope you guys enjoy this short prologue.

Revan's Flagship, somewhere in the Outer Rim

The hooded figure stood at the helm of the Interdictor-class battle cruiser watching as several Sith battle ships came into his view. The small contingent of the Republic fleet had baited his forces towards the inner crevices of the Outer Rim. Everything about this situation screamed that he was being led into a trap, yet there was always the possibility of reeling the opportunity of capturing high valued Republic navy officers and learning more about the Republic's military situation.

The doors to the helm slid open behind him, a Sith officer approaches him carefully causing the hooded figure to turn over his shoulder and silently groan in irritation.

"Speak."

"L-Lord Revan. Sensors indicate a breach within the main hangar."

Revan turned to face the officer, his cape swirling swiftly behind him and the visor of the distinctive Mandalorian mask reflecting the officer's face, gleaming once it came into view.

"A Republic boarding party?"

"Yes my Lord." The officer replied hesitant. "It's confirmed that…they are Jedi."

"Hrmph, Jedi." Revan folds his arms and shakes his head. "So the trap is sprung. Admiral, focus fire on the Republic vessels, order Malak's vessels to do the same."

"Yes my Lord Revan. But what of the Jedi? Shall I deploy the defence squadrons?"

Revan paused, raising his head slightly before feeling a sudden surge of energy. He sensed a trembling presence, an aura of power that he had never felt before. It belonged to someone on this vessel – one of the Jedi that boarded his flagship. Gradually the presence grew stronger and closer, the strike team was gradually making their way towards the command bridge. This presence was something else. An atmosphere of emotion, conflict and power that nearly rivalled his own.

"…My Lord?"

"You will be sending those squadrons to their deaths Admiral. See to it that the war droids are deployed. They will not stop the Jedi, yet it may hinder their advance towards us."

"As you say My Lord. Yet you are certain that the Jedi will not attempt to eliminate our gun crews first?"

"Admiral, there's only one reason the Republic and the Jedi Council are losing this war. The Jedi will not waste their precious time and resources to plot this trap to merely disable the guns of my cruiser." A smirk emerged behind his mask as he continued, "They seek my death, or my incapacitation. And I sense they wish to do it quickly. If I was the council, I would do the same."

The Sith officer nods and bows before quickly turning and begins to carry out his given orders. Meanwhile Revan turns back to face the conflict infront of him. The guns on his cruiser opened fire towards the small Republic fleet, within the minute – Malak's warships did the same. Before Revan could focus his mind back to the Jedi boarding party – his spine felt a shiver. The power he had felt earlier resonated dangerously close to him…as if it was…

The doors to the command bridge slid open, with the Sith Admiral being pushed through the doors and landing just short of Revan's feet, rendered unconscious. Revan turns to find the Sith officer lying dormant before him. Through his visor, he sees four young Jedi with one Republic soldier before him. At the front of these brave crusaders stood a vibrant woman with distinct Padawan robes, hazel hair and steel gray eyes. Sith officers and pilots below the walkway drew their arms from their holsters yet they were quickly dispatched or incapacitated by the trained Jedi.

"Revan." The woman spoke with a resonated tone, yet seethed with anger behind her throat, "You will answer for the atrocities you have committed against the galaxy. You will submit before the Republic and you will be brought before the Jedi Council for your betrayal."

Revan said nothing; instead he unfolds his arms and waits for the Republic to come to him.

One of the Jedi grips the hilt of his lightsaber, his ignited green blade glowing and eager for action, "We have him cornered! Take him now!" The Jedi yelled as he lunged forward, the other two following suit with sabers in hand.

"No! Wait!" The woman warned, yet the Jedi paid her no heed – a choice that they would take to their graves. Revan force-pulls his lightsaber from within his black robes and ignites the red blade, quickly slicing across the upfront Jedi, killing him within the blink of an eye. His body fell with the other two Jedi quickly rushing past their fallen comrade and both simultaneously leapt towards the Dark Lord, their weapons eager to kill him.

"Unbalanced. Undisciplined." Revan thinks to himself as he raised one hand and forced one of the Jedi to collide with the other. There they lay on the ground before one of them gets up before the other and attacks him.

"Fool." Revan says as he lifts his lightsaber and duels with the novice Jedi. Several lightsaber clashes take place before Revan swiftly lunged his saber through the Jedi's stomach, adding another slain Republic slave to decorate the grounds of his command bridge. The Republic soldier fires his blaster towards Revan, only having him deflect the blaster bolts towards the other Jedi that tried to stand on his feet, ironically killing him.

"Enough." The Dark Lord commanded, as he used his free hand to grip the Republic soldier from afar before clenching his fist and choking the life out of him before flinging his corpse to the side. Darth Revan takes a deep breath before composing himself to face the woman, which he held even a moderate level of interest towards.

"You…are different from the rest of these Jedi. You possess an ability few have, and one of which many would kill to have for themselves."

The woman stood shocked with wide eyes, "You know of my ability?"

Revan nods, "I can sense it. 'Battle meditation'. Such ability could turn the tide of the war towards the Republic's favour – and yet the Jedi council finds it appropriate to send you on a suicide mission to claim me."

The Jedi ignites her saber and takes a stance with her weapon, "I volunteered for this task, and I intend to accomplish it."

Revan assumes his stance and goads the Jedi to strike first, "Then claim your prize Jedi."

The Leviathan

Darth Malak watches at the head of his cruiser as his warships decimated what was left of the Republic fleet, sacrificed for the sake of buying time for the Jedi strike team to capture Darth Revan. The Sith Lord noticed the small carrier, which escorted the strike team towards Revan's flagship and realised an ample opportunity.

"Admiral."

An aged Sith officer approached the Sith Lord and bowed, "Yes my Lord?"

"Turn all guns towards Revan's flagship and fire immediately."

"But, Lord Revan is still aboard."

"I do not care – fire the guns and eradicate the Republic scum that boarded Revan's ship." Malak's prosthetic mouthpiece oozed impatience, his orders demanded that they must be obeyed.

"This is outrageous Lord Malak, we cannot simply destroy Lord Revan's cruiser without confirming that he is aliv-" The officer stopped and croaked as his feet slowly ascended from the ground.

"Admiral, I do not have the time nor use for officers who base their decisions through hesitation and cowardice." Malak turned to reveal his hand raised slightly forward, his fingers slightly curled. "Such men I believe, must be displaced…permanently." With this, Malak squeezes his palm and a light 'crack' echoed throughout the command bridge. The Admiral's body collapsed with a thud, with Malak turning back to the overview window and places two hands behind his back.

"Karath." A slightly younger officer with graying hair approached the helm of the bridge.

"Yes? Lord Malak?"

"Align the guns towards Revan's ship. Focus on the helm – ensure that no-one survives, and that nothing could be salvaged from the wreckage."

Karath looks to where the former Sith Admiral laid – his body contorted and expression lifeless, the whites of his eyes signalling a gruesome end.

"As you say, my Lord." Karath says before departing Malak's presence and executing his newly received orders.

"You would do well to continue this level of obedience Admiral Karath." Malak concludes as he folds his arms and waits for his ship to align it within firing range of Revan's flagship.

"Soon. I will be christened as the new Dark Lord of the Sith. You were always weak Revan. Never one to fully embrace the full power of the Dark Side." Malak says to himself as his cruiser glides closer and closer towards the Interdictor-class warship.

Bastila panted wearily, her arms weighing her down, her feet almost failing to keep her standing and her lightsaber's weight tripled within her hand. Infront of her, Revan stood tall and proud, saber in one hand and slowly closed the distance between them. Not a word was said after the two had clashed weapons, to be honest – Bastila herself was surprised that she had survived this long with a duel against the Dark Lord of the Sith himself. She had heard tales of Revan's raw power and compelling mind for strategy, yet she could never fathom for herself in person how this once great Jedi Knight had such brilliant technique in both the art of combat and the art of war. Even her Battle Meditation would not match up to Revan's strategic genius, much less her lightsaber versatility against his honed precision and execution.

Revan did not say a word as he raised his weapon high, prepared to strike at the weakened Jedi once more. However a hesitation halted his attack. Bastila wearily lifts her lightsaber in an attempt to try and block whatever the Dark Lord would throw at her, yet she too noticed this sudden pause in action. Her eyes stared him down through his Mandalorian mask, seeing beneath it's cold, intimidating exterior – a faint vision of a man who felt something unexpected. Revan stood still, his arm hanging in the air with the crimson blade still pointing at the fatigued Jedi. Bastila stands her ground, confused at what emotion had this evil figure pinned to the ground, what is halting his advance? Suddenly, her eyes widen.

Revan was looking within her, sensing her and feeling her through the force. There was something within her which…triggered, no, that was not the right word. The Dark Lord was inspired by her. Bastila narrows her eyes and in turn does the same to Revan. She felt anger, hatred, pride and passion within him – all capacities of a typical Sith, yet as she looked deeper, there was serenity, peace, humility and one which recently bloomed within him, one which was inspired by her: hope.

"Jedi traits." Bastila would think to herself.

"Who…are you?" The muffled voice of Revan emerged after a short (yet felt like an eternity) silence. Just then, the entire ship began to shake. Revan's flagship was being bombarded by the Leviathan, along with other Sith warships under the command of Darth Malak. The eruption tipped both the Sith and the Jedi off-balance, causing both of them to land on the ground with a thud. Without warning, several turbo lasers hit the helm of Revan's flagship, an internal explosion caused by an overload within the command ship's terminals flashed just behind Revan – propelling him forward and sending him past the downed Bastila. Revan was dazed, his vision hazy – narrowed by the slit of his Mandalorian visor. Around him was a blur, only realising that his ship slowly crumbled around him.

"Malak." Revan murmured to himself, "Nothing quenches your ambition."

Slowly the Dark Lord begins to stand up to his feet, "The escape pods…" He murmured to himself once more. As he steps forward, a sudden pain shoots through his stomach.

"The impact was too much I suppose." Revan says as he pressed a hand over his abdomen and steps forward. Before taking another step, he looks back over his shoulder to find the Jedi girl knocked unconscious. The Dark Lord scoffed as he makes his way towards the bridge exit. One more time he looks over his shoulder, the woman radiating an aura, which triggered something within him, something he wanted to rid of since his turn to Dark Side. His flagship shook more violently, the cruiser was about to be torn in half. One part of him urged himself to simply leave her to die with the rest of the Republic slaves that boarded his ship, another begged him to save her.

There was no time – make a choice.

Revan looked forward, taking a deep breath – grunting through the pain which urched through his stomach and turned around. Gradually he kneels and picks the woman up and places her over his shoulder. His other hand clenched the area that screamed in pain over his stomach – applying a force technique, which numbed the area temporarily. He wasn't sure if they had enough time to even make it to the escape pods, but he had to try.

There were several escape pods left amongst the hangar, yet they were suitable for only one person per pod – the other pods which could store four individuals had already been evacuated or destroyed amongst the bombardment. Revan groans as he could not take this strange Jedi together with him – in hopes of learning more about her abilities and perhaps one day discover why she suddenly inspired such emotion within him in which he had not experienced in a long time. Gradually he settles her down within one of the escape pods, strapping her within one of the seats and ensuring everything was safe. Still unconscious, Bastila groans with a hint of pain within her tone of voice.

Revan realises that a thin streak of blood was running from within the locks of her hair, down her temple and across her cheek. A vital head-wound, possibly from the turbo assault provided by the Leviathan towards the command bridge. Revan felt obliged to care for this wound, he had taken her this far after all, though he didn't have to in the first place. He places quickly removes his gauntlet and places his hand over her head, his fingers nestling within her soft, hazel hair. He heals the cut which sat ontop of her head and stops the internal and external bleeding which occurred.

Time was not a luxury he could afford. Quickly, Revan sets both Bastila's and his personal escape pods to launch towards the closest charted planet in which they could both land safely and not completely isolated. There was a chance that the trajectory which Revan had set would end up bringing both their escape pods to land right next to each other once they reached the planet, another chance was that one of their pods would divert to a completely planet all together – never seeing each other again. Nonetheless, there was no more time to waste. Survival was the paramount priority. The escape pods closed shut, and within five seconds, they were propelled into deep space and sent into depths of unknown space, Revan's flagship exploding into shards in the distance.