Female Revan, Dark Side Female Revan

With
a bow, the battle began. They circled, assessing one another, weighing
the other's intention. Seeing what she thought was an opening, Channa
struck out with a swift kick to Revan's hip. Revan twisted out of the
way, and countered with a savage backhand – testing her, seeing if she
would indeed take their battle seriously – I need one who can become my equal, not a supplicant.

The team finally gets some down time. Pasts are exposed and the team becomes closer.

The effort to steal Darth Revan's finances begins in earnest. Cracks begin to appear in Malak and Revan's relationship.

This Mission: the team attempts to steal a massive portion of Darth Revan's funds.

During the Jedi Civil War, three ex-Jedi Shadows of the Jedi Covenant are on the search for sources of dark power with the aim of rooting them out.  Their search leads them to the small planet of Ibea, the site of one of Darth Revan's 're-education' camps for Jedi.

"Listen up gang, I got a new job for you," Colonel Bluefin announced gruffly, coughing and hacking for about a minute before he could continue. He paced around the breifing room.

"Twelve hours ago, I got a heads up from the Chancellor that Bastila Shan is being prepped for surgery to remove a malignant tumor in her brain."

"How likely is it that she will die?" Carra asked, curious.

"That's the thing. Bastila isn't really sick. We've been putting stuff in her food for the past eight months to simulate the symptoms of a brain tumor."

This mission: A tip from one of DOOMSAYER's allies sends the team on a collision course with Jedi hunters and Atton Rand!

This Mission: The desperation to kill Delta Runner kicks up as the team scrambles to hunt her down. There is no running for the Sith Lord this time.

A ongoing side story set during KOTOR 1 following a team of Dark Jedi--in the employ of the Republic!

This chapter: The second mission gets way more complicated than it was supposed to be.

My last bit of fiction for this site. Unless a new irresistable idea pops into my head. 

Final chapter to the Choices and Consequences series. 

He half smirked, though concern for her mental state was still the dominant expression on his face. "It seems that hit to your head did more damage than I thought–"

"Hit to my head?" Amira echoed in a dangerous tone. If the situation had been less serious, she probably would've made a smartassed comment.

"We were on the Endar Spire and it got attacked by Sith–"

Images of blood, fighting and fire invaded her mind and she heard nothing more of what her companion said.

"I remember. . . most of it. Carth." His name was part of the things which came back to her. There were some holes in her memory, though. Such as, how she got from entering the escape pod to waking up in this room.

And then Arikal looked at the pair with new eyes and a new heart. She saw them not as the heroes everyone else thought them to be, but as themselves. She saw Revan’s true enjoyment of Malak’s strong hands and their caress. She saw the lust in Malak’s eyes, the red specks even more evident in both pairs of eyes. And fear roared through her. She looked out the conference room’s window to the stars. “You’re not going to be able to get away with this,” she said softly.

Like the title says... Revan without her hood.

The silence is broken by the harsh snap of Canderous’ repeater locking into a firing position. A turn of my head shows me it’s hefted up to his shoulder. He growls something in Mandalore about rivers of blood and gore galore.

The aftermath of the battle on the Star Forge.

A glimpse of the relationship between fem Revan and Malak and how it changed over time.

Can Revan survive her confrontation with her former apprentice, Malak?

Time to head to the Star Forge...

Revan turns to the dark for the sake of the light, and begins to remember why she built herself an army...

Proof that even the Dark Lord of the Sith can have a bad day.

Have you ever wondered what would have happened if things had worked out differently when the Jedi tried to capture Revan? Blame the evil rum-filled plot gizka, but here's one possible answer.

"You should...uh, move on," Carth told her with some difficulty.  "Don't count on me coming back any time soon.  I'm sorry to end our friendship this way.  But it's what I have to do."     

"You're wrong," Lila said, tears welling in her eyes.  "It's not over."

Eevy and Atton exchanged uncomfortable glances.  He spoke first.  "Hey, I don't want to be crass but one thing you have to know about the Jedi, and the Jedi Council?  They don't always make smart decisions.  They don't even make smart decisions on a regular basis."

Oh yeah, Atton thought grimly.  She'll make a great Jedi.  In the face of evil she will...inject herself and fall asleep.

If not for the fact that she knew the girl was coming, that she had been waiting for her all night, Eevy may have even been impressed.  But she could still spot a swindler a mile away.

"Not so fast."  The deep voice was behind Bel.  She whirled around, one hand on her concealed blaster.  Nobody to be seen.  She turned the other way.  In front of her was the young man in grey.  He held a lightsaber, glowing amber in the dusk.  Bel's mouth went dry as she realized she had pick pocketed a Jedi.

This is a one-shot of a different take on the scene from KotOR 2 where the Exile is...well, exiled.  

"...You have to understand that it was a time of great uncertainty. We just learned that Darth Revan was back with an armada. Every Jedi that went with him was... lost, corrupted, and as dark as their Master. And then there was you. Many thought you were a spy."

-Jed Master Kavar

"Jaq, so good to see you. You've been quite the busy bee recently," Dessa-Nise Sihonesh, Sith Master of considerable merit and a personal friend of the Dark Lady Revanna herself, greeted him. She looked more like a cocktail waitress than the Sith mastermind she really was.

Jaq always thought she looked like a shark exposing its bloody grin to the next victim.

“Yes!” she took another step toward the exit of the cockpit. “How hypocritical do you think I am? ‘Revan, the big, bad sith, must only think of her self! She gets mad when I don’t accept her past but will instantly turn around and judge me for mine’!”

“Revan, listen to me...”

“No, you listen to me, Carth Onasi. I may have done some pretty selfish things in my time, but do not, for a moment, think that I would ever put the mission or my wants above the needs of the person- of the people I love!”

Carth sighed. “I don’t know. I guess... it’s hard to just throw away everything. For almost a year after Saul... after he betrayed us... I still would see him as what he was before. Still a good man. And I... I just can’t see you like that. A cold-blooded murderer. A killer.”

“I am,” she said quietly. She gave a hollow, dark laugh. “A killer. It’s strange. When Canderous talks about the thrill of battle, the bloodlust... I understand exactly what he means. And what scares me is that it doesn’t scare me. I don’t find it weird.”