Female Revan, Angst and Drama

"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."

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.

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.

Revan and the Exile have left to fight in the Unknown Regions, but the greatest battle of all may be the one they face when they return.

"You have your drinking problem!" pointed out Carth.
"It's not a problem, Carth, if it doesn't get in the way of anyone else," flung back Keira, upset at being put on the defensive.
"Well, maybe before you go around killing people because of their flaws, you should deal with yours," spat Carth.

And our duo explores the Upper City of Taris!

The first chapter of my novelization of KOTOR 1, featuring a misanthropic Gray/LSF Revan ( "Keira" aka Revan).

This chapter features: Bastila and Carth at each other's throats before the Endar Spire even takes off, Revan beheading people, Trask's overall lack of sense in the battlefield, and lots and lots of alcoholic consumption on Revan's part. 

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

After replaying both Knights of the Old Republic games the past few months, this plot gizka happily burrowed within my skull and has been there consistently throughout my time of playing. As such, I've taken to writing this and hold off on other stories until I can regain my ground.

What would you do if someone you truly loved left you behind, without little more than hints of what you would have to do? Would you heed their advice?

Canderous had little choice in the matter.

 This is his story....

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.”

"And last time I checked," There was a pause as she felt strong fingers wrap around her wrist. "You were still in hot water from the last time you stayed up into the wee hours of the morning 'studying.' You know you're going to be exhausted, again, and I'll have to cover for you, again."

"And we both know that went over so well last time," she murmured absently, all the inflection and tone lost from her voice as she looked down to her wrist, lying limply on the desktop. There was no hand there. There was nothing. She was alone.

She was losing it.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Erv's grip on his blaster relaxed and his hand dropped once again to his side. “So why am I here? I'm no commando,” he murmured.

“You said so yourself. One of those freaky Revan clones chose you,” Atton said, patting him on the back as in congratulations. “Call it the Force, or just dumb luck, kid, but that's the way these things normally work. Trouble comes to you.”

The youth glared back at him, cocky and defiant even as he knew he was outnumbered. In a way, it reminded Atton of his own self. Erv's lip curled. “That's not how it works.”

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.”

"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."

“And what 'end?'” Cian asked. “Even showing me the Sith and tantalizing me with hints of some shadowy conspiracy won't make any difference.” He slammed the button, turning off the display. “Because whatever I sign on for, it's just another trap, another way for me to fall on my saber for your benefit. To Chaos with you, Revan.”

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.”