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Four Thousand Years

Prologue: The Mission

The tale of Darth Revan the Eternal and his lover Darth Bastila has become a galactic legend.

Darth Revan was once a jedi. He however left the Jedi Order in order to fight the Mandlorian invaders. He led the Republic Fleet to victory. His brilliant tactics coupled with an ocean of charisma inspired troops and brought defeat upon defeat to the Mandlorians.

At the wars end however he left for the unknown regions and returned as a sith lord at the head of a conquering fleet.

During Revan's First War against the republic, he was betrayed by his apprentice Darth Malak. Revan was ousted from power and sent into hiding. While in hiding, he met a jedi Padawan named Bastila. Bastila was turned to the dark side by Revan, and together they confronted Malak onboard the Star Forge, a massive relic of an ancient empire.

Malak was defeat and Revan resumed his campaign against the Republic. One day however he vanished. Military bases were deserted; entire occupational armies disappeared over night.

Revan, his lover, and his mysterious Star Forge were never found.

Revan's masked face stared through the glass viewing pane. Behind the glass, the Star Forge was assembling droids at supersonic speeds. The droids resembled his beloved HK-47 except that their armour plating was painted in a obsidian black. They were the HKI-01, the Hunter-Killer Infantry droid; they were programmed with an advanced AI, allowing them to making decisions and improvise like a human. They were the backbone of his new army, and they had already proven their worth in battle.

"Query: you summoned me Master?"

Revan turned away from the window and gazed upon HK-47. The droid stood about 2 ½ meters tall and was painted in a rust-red colour. Two red photoreceptors stared at Revan intently.

HK-47 was a state-of-the-art assassination droid. It was built with the Rakata's self-repairing technology, its armour plating could stop a light sabre, and its targeting computer was so advanced, HK could shoot out the knees of a target 120km away; an action the droid defined as 'love.'

Revan had made many adjustments to HK-47 over the years, all in the name of one purpose: jedi killing. Various melee upgrades had improved HK's dexterity and mobility. The droid had also downloaded the data from over fifty jedi and sith holocrons, giving it the knowledge of nearly every lightsabre style in existence as well as teachings of various jedi and sith masters.

HK-47 also had a very big ace up his sleeve. During the peak of the Infinite Empire, the Rakata had discovered a means of gifting their droids with the force. A tank of synthetic midiclorians rested within HK's chassis. Revan had no idea how it worked, but it allowed the psychotic droid to use the force with the skill of a master.

"Yes HK, I have a mission for you," Revan said in an even voice.

"Query: Which meatbag would you like removed from the galaxy master?" the droid asked in an almost eager way.

"Actually, this mission is of a different nature," Revan stated. "I have received a vision from the force; its contents are irrelevant. HK-47, I want you to find me a force strong apprentice. I don't care if it takes four thousand years!"

"Observation: Forgive me for saying so master, but you meatbags have such short lives, and four thousand years is a long time."

Revan let out an amused laugh. "A true sith never dies. Soon time itself won't be able to kill me."

"Query: and what of the Vong master?"

"While the Vong are indeed formidable, they are slowly being pushed back," Revan stated coldly. "The HKI are proving their skill on the field time and time again. The Vong will be crushed and their bio-tech will be mine!"

"Statement: I will begin immediately master." HK turned around and advanced towards the door.

"Oh and before you go," Revan added. "I want my future apprentice to join me willingly. That means no torture, no death threats, no kidnappings, and no holding their friends and family hostage. Do not do anything to alienate them."

"Statement: Of course master." HK-47 walked passed the sliding doors, which sealed with a hiss, leaving Revan alone with his thoughts.

Four Thousand Galactic Standard Years Later…

A rusty, red droid stood still amidst the swirling sands of Tatooine. Before it stood the compound of Gardula the Hutt.

It had taken four thousand years, but HK-47 had finally found a potential apprentice worthy of his master. A boy named Anakin Skywalker. The boy's presence in the force was so strong that HK had felt it all the way from Geonosis. Unfortunately the boy and his mother were apparently slaves to a crime boss by the name of Gardula the Hutt. The droid had, of course, formulated a plan to liberate the two slaves. However the ideal strike time would be in the morning.

HK's red photocepters dimmed as the droid went into a powered-down alert mode. Tomorrow, Gardula would share the same gruesome fate as Bochaba.

Meanwhile, within the walls of Gardula's compound. The Hutt in question was arguing with a scruffy blue trydarian with a beer gut.

"Fine! Take the slaves, junk dealer!" Gardula roared in Huttese. "I never want to see their faces again!"

"It was a pleasure doing business with you," the trydarian smugly.

"GET OUT!" the Hutt yelled, as the junk dealer exited the room, followed by the two Skywalkers. Gardula's large eyes glanced at the collection of hired thugs and bounty hunters surrounding him. "ALL OF YOU GET OUT! LET ME SLEEP!"

The various scum quickly ran out of the room. Not because they feared what the Hutt might do to them, but because the crime lord was responsible for their pay check.

Muttering darkly to himself Gardula slipped into a restless sleep. Dreams of revenge dancing through his head.

'WHOOP-WHOOP-WHOOP!!'

Gardula awoke several hours later to the sound of the compound's alarm system.

Before the Hutt could summon his guards, the door to his audience chamber quickly slid open and a terrified human ran inside.

"What's going on?" The Hutt demanded.

"Th-this droid just walked in and started killing everything that moved!" the bounty hunter screamed from across the room. "We have to…"

'BOOM'

The sliding door was blasted from its niche in the wall. It coiled with the surprised bounty hunter, pulverizing his bones, and skidded to a halt in front of Gardula in a shower of sparks.

HK-47 calmly strode through the wreckage and over the bounty hunter's crushed corpse looking absolutely demonic. An image only enhanced by the large repeating blaster it carried with it.

"Ultimatum: Hand over the meatbags known as Shimi and Anakin Skywalker, and I might let you continue on with your pathetic existence!" HK stated, as he advanced on Gardula.

"I-I don't know what you are talking about," the Hutt stammered in fright.

"Warning: Do not lie to me meatbag or I will rip out your organs!"

"I don't have them!" he Hutt yelled. "I lost them in a pod race to a junk dealer named Watto!"

"Query: where is this Watto?"

"He runs a shop in Anchorhead!" The Hutt pleaded. "Just don't kill me!"

HK-47 didn't answer; it just dropped something out of its hand and exited the room, oblivious to the carnage it had caused.

Gardula's stubby arms wiped some sweat of his face. A small beeping caught his attention and he looked down at the object HK had dropped. An active thermal detonator was innocently lying on the floor.

Hutts are known as many things, but mobile sure isn't one of them. So it is rather easy to guess Gardula's fate from here.

'BOOM!!'

Durasteel, sand, and bits of Hutt rained down from the sky, as HK-47 stalked through the dessert in the direction of Anchorhead.

By the time the assassin droid had made it to the small settlement, night had fallen. Ignoring the shady characters hanging around, HK walked towards an abandoned house. Seeing it locked, the droid merely blasted away the electronic locking system and forced open the door. Once inside HK-47 powered down, and let the Rakatan technology repair the sand damage to its systems.

"MOM, MOM!" Shimi Skywalker looked up from the pile of junk she was going through, to see her son, Anakin, run out of an abandoned house. "Come see what I've found!" Putting aside the remains of a small repulsor lift engine. Shimi followed her son inside the house, to see him inspecting a giant, evil-looking droid. "Look! I think it still functions! It's just powered down!" Anakin explained excitedly. "Watto will be pleased with this!"

HK-47 may have found his Master an apprentice, but the hard part was just beginning.

Authors Note: The idea for this story actually started out with the though of what would happen if HK-47 met C-3PO.

And yes I know the story at the beginning is a bit different from KOTOR. But, keep in mind that 4000 years is a long time and some facts are bound to get distorted.