Female Revan, Light Side Female Revan

"Victory to a Sith means an unequivocal demonstration that you have
superior power. Killing your enemy is the most common method of
neutralizing any future threat, but not the only one. It is a Sith's
responsibility to strike only when their master is of no further use. An
apprentice who strikes too soon is just as useless as one who wastes
the Sith's strength waiting for her master to die naturally. The fact
the Jedi do not replace their senile masters is part of the reason their
philosophy and outlook ossifies while we are constantly changing and
adapting."

Carth knew he was courting trouble, but curiosity got
the better of him. "What is the Force? I hear a lot of talk about it,
but nothing on what it is."

Uthar pushed away from the table.
"That, Mr. Antilles, is a very good place to start."

Kairi tried not to shudder. Of
course, she had seen the stark resemblance between the younger Onasi and
the one she knew well. Dustil had the same auburn hair and angular jaw -
even his emotional pattern and Force aura felt similar, though the
younger man was marked by the desperation of a wounded predator. If
possible, Dustil would be spared. However, if he proved a danger, then
it would be easier to blame the dangers of the academy...

The hair on Carth's neck stood up as he took his blaster
from the man's icy hands, holding the cloth in place until the bleeding
staunched. The elder Sith walked over to the dead student and shook his
head, taking the medallion from the dead boy's neck. Handing it to Carth
and taking back the bloodied cloth, he remarked, "A lot of power in
this one, but no wisdom. As for you, report to the academy tomorrow, and
show that medallion to the guard. Once inside, I have a job to offer
you."

Innocence never lasts. It is too easily broken, too easily turned to ash when exposed to the harsh realities of the universe. And when innocence dies, something else must step in and replace the void.

The Dark Side is always eager to volunteer.

Carth and my F!Revan compare scars and war stories in the medbay

            Mag and Carth walked down the hall and easily found the dining room from the amount of noise echoing out of the partially closed door. They grabbed a couple of plates of food each and sat down at the last empty table in the room.

            The food wasn’t anything fancy, but it was hearty. Carth and Mag ate greedily, figuring since they had a big job for Gadon, their next meal could be many hours away.

            Carth was about to ask Mag a question when they were joined by a member of the Beks.

            He was a very handsome human. Between his sandy-blond hair, dark green eyes, and strong, square jaw, the man could have been a model.

A little Carth/F!Revan shameless fluff.

Bastila can't figure out if Vera (my LSF!Revan) is a troll or if she really takes everything that seriously.

“Something's
bothering you,” Ev observed of the tense Wookiee sitting across
from her.

Kairi exhaled. So close to an answer again, but not able to get it. Push Bastila, and you won't get an answer at all. Waiting is hell, but it's the best strategy. “I'll wait, for your sake, but only until the final map. We'll get away from the ship if we have to, but you are going to tell me. I want your word. Promise me, Bastila. Swear on our bond that you will tell me.”

“You’re injured, but alive,” Canderous told her. “Come on, we’ll get you back to the station.”

“Should have left me...danger out here...”

“You may have refused my mark, but I already claimed you, Princess. Now shut up – you’re being rescued.”

She shuffled into the cave where the Star Map waited, already open and displaying its brightly-lit map of the galaxy. Kairi gasped and started to push towards it, but that’s when she saw she wasn’t alone.

Sitting before it, in a perfectly-still meditation pose was what looked to be Darth Revan. The garb – a combination of duelist’s fiber armor and black robes – was unmistakable. Kairi did not draw her blade – yet.

It was then that the Revan-figure acknowledged her presence. Jumping up, the figure drew its lightsaber, its violet blade hissing to life. The Revan-figure moved like wind, slamming her against the cave wall, the energy from the blade burning her skin.

“There is no comfort – there is suffering. There is no love- there is loss. There are no noble acts – only futile ones. There is no salvation – there is oblivion.”

The destruction of the Star Forge leaves both peace and chaos in its wake. As Evure Pell struggles with the realities of her past--and future as Revan, Telos begins restoration, and many other heroes of the war try to find their place in a changed galaxy.

The Road to Rediscovery starts immediately after the events of KotOR I and fills in the time gap until KotOR II.

I will not act in anger...I will not act in anger...

Jolee Bindo had long forsaken Jedi mantras and codes, but experience had been a good teacher on when to hold his emotions in check. He hadn’t been so angry since he saw Czerka setting up shop and bringing slave transports. But he hadn’t felt betrayed when Czerka started polluting Kashyyyk.

He certainly felt betrayed now.

Easy...too easy...She kept herself apart on the ship. She had to. Still, it hurt more than she wanted when Kairi confronted her. Certainly, being bonded to the empath wasn’t comfortable. No matter how much she could control her emotions, there was no evading Kairi's senses. Of course, Bastila was disappointed, but the disappointment was not for the reasons Kairi thought it was.

Machinery
clanked, and with a hiss of air, the Endar
Spire released its hold on
the last escape pod.

The destruction of the Star Forge leaves both peace and chaos in its wake. As Evure Pell struggles with the realities of her past--and future as Revan, Telos begins restoration, and many other heroes of the war try to find their place in a changed galaxy.

The Road to Rediscovery starts immediately after the events of KotOR I and fills in the time gap until KotOR II.

Here's a digital art piece of Ev Pell, my female Revan.

Could it be that she was unhappy? Atton himself was happier than he had ever been. He had worried for awhile that he might grow bored with Liara as time went by but that had proven false. If anything, he relied on her more and more each day. She was his peace and that fact didn’t bother him anymore. His happiness being dependent on her was fine with him now. And Atton felt deep inside that she was content as well. Even with the constant reminder of his flaws, such as his yellow eyes, she loved him.

Poor LSF, it's not your fault. You're just trapped in a world with very limited conversation topics.

But Juhani only shook her head. “I am a Jedi, same as you. And I once fell from the same cliff you dance on the edge of now. Anger brought me there, but there are many paths to the Dark Side, as you know.” She reached out. “We offer our hands, and you reject them.” She yanked her outstretched hand back to prove the point. “I have heard you say over and over that those who are not Jedi do not face the same dangers – and I very much disagree. When I fell, I could not climb out on my own. When I faced Xor, I would have given into my anger if I were alone.”

Author's note: Read the Prologue. :)

Carth blinked in astonishment, turning to follow her movement. "Wait," he said. Lanai came to a stop, looking back at him. Carth moved his lips a couple of times, trying to figure out what to say. Eventually, he decided on the most blatant approach. "Did you just check me out?" he asked, increduously squinting his eyes and tilting his head to the side curiously as he made a vague pointing motion at her with his forefinger.

Bastila and (F) Revan silliness. Meeting at Padawan Academy, and again later. Some things don't change. :D

"Don't think you could be persuaded to express a doubt?" Jolee shoved his hand in his pocket. The sound of plastic on plastic - credit chits clanking together – was pretty unmistakable.

Mission’s eyes got big, and a hard scowl crossed her face.

Carth thumbed off the safety. Never laugh at the guy with the gun. "What have you heard about those young Selkath gone missing? I saw that Sith pay you, and I know a kid went missing last night."

"That would be none of your business. And as for reprisal, I do not fear the fish people or their laws."

Carth warmed up the blaster. This heap of Hutt droppings had better tell him what he did with those kids, or he was going to have his brains painting the wall. "Nothing said I had to make you die quickly, you know."

Another part of his mind looked at Kairi cradling the baby and had different desires altogether. What kind of a mother would she make? Did she want the chance at it? If things on the Spire had gone smoothly, what kind of a future would she have? Would she be inclined to find a decent guy, start a family? Somehow, he could picture her with several kids at her feet.

And are you picturing yourself as the sire of that brood, Commander?

He whipped around to see Bastila a short distance away, one delicate eyebrow arched and arms folded.

<<“I wanted to learn more about his Republic. It seems a noble cause he fights for, one that my people may be able to aid once we have banished the last of the slaver taint. There is more than I could imagine out here, and it seems the right thing to give my people a way to know it for themselves. It may be many years before it is done, however.”>>

“So, you and your dad are thinking of putting Kashyyyk into the Republic? Wow, heavy.”

Jolee shook his head and looked out the port. “At their best, strict codes and regulations keep you from making the hard decisions unaided. At their worst, they give the timid a wall to duck behind in times of crisis or prevent stagnation and corruption from being challenged when they need to be.” He sighed. “So, no, it doesn’t get easier, especially with someone like you.”

“Huh? Someone like – “

Jolee stood up and straightened his tunic. “I could be wrong, but I look at you and see a bit of what I was like as a young man. And nothing makes the things you carry any lighter – not even time. You just learn to carry, or let it go. Now, I’ve talked enough. Think about it or don’t.”

 Magdalena Tetra was completely absorbed in her data pad. Although the Republic had instructed her not to carry her personal one, but a military issued one instead, she refused. Mag, as most people called her, kept everything in her data pad. At the moment, Mag was translating intercepted communications for the Jedi. She may have been an official part of the Jedi entourage aboard the Ender Spire, but Mag felt more like a lackey than anything else.  When they weren’t utilizing her extensive knowledge of alien languages for translating documents, they made her run errands. Mag was getting frustrated by this; she wasn’t one to be ordered around.

She wanted to go to Malak now, hold him, tell him she was sorry and things could go back to the way they were.

But Serena knew better. And so did he.

“Whatever’s happened up until this point, there’s going to come a time very soon where you’re going to have to make a choice. And there won’t be any turning back. I want you to make the right choice. I want to give you a reason to. You gave me a future, Serena. I want to give you one, too…with me.” Carth’s words repeated in her mind—had it really only been that morning?—transcending the memories of her past and tightening her resolve.

She pictured Carth, Travin, and Dustil. “No, I’ve been down this road before. There is nothing there for me.”

“Then, it is time, Revan. We finish this, now.” Malak started toward her, eyes narrowed...