Ebon Hawk

A/N: This story is an A/R incompasing characters and plotlines from both KotOR games. I only posted basic warnings in the summery because I'm not sure where this story will take itself. So when it gets to the more sexual chapters I'll be sure to post a warning before the start of the chapter.

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Chapter 1: Calculating the Force

Darth Revan, Lord of the Sith, bringer of peace and of destruction, looked over the towering buildings and walkways that made up the planet of Taris. It was a place that once held much beauty, but had declined in such a way that it had begun to crumble. Revan contemplated on doing the world and its inhabitance a favor and giving it a quick death, so that a new and stronger Taris could rise up from it’s ashes and live on.

“Question: Master, why have we docked on such a loathsome planet? Is there someone here we are going to kill?” Drawled the deep pitched droid at Revan’s side.

“The Force has brought me here HK.” Revan answered simply, the mask that hid the dark lord’s face twisting the words that filtered through it, changing the pitch and reverberations so that nothing could be told from the voice itself, no hint of gender or tone remaining for any who heard it.

The usually talkative droid became silent as he scanned his surroundings for anything out of the ordinary. Over the years he had served under the Dark Lord, he had found that the phenomenon known as “The Force” could be calculated to within a moderate chance of probability. Such knowledge had given him the advantage in many battles with Jedi whom his Master had wanted returned to Korriban alive.

Revan scanned the horizon, silently waiting for that which the Force was trying to reveal. Jaw set firm, the Dark Lord frowned at the path that was set, as there was no longer a choice but to follow where it led. Then, glinting in the sun, Revan finally saw it. “There.”

HK-47 followed the gaze of his Master, unsure of what the orange and white Dynamic-class freighter had to do with the Force, but he did not bother to ask. Instead he began to assess the craft’s trajectory, and plotted it’s probable landing coordinates. “Statement: Master, I believe if we make our way to the next walkway we will be able to reach the landing bay of the craft without trouble. It would appear that it is most likely to set down not far from the ship we, ourselves, arrived in Master.”

Revan gave a curt nod before heading back toward the spaceport from which they had come.

The Ebon Hawk gleamed in the pale sunlight, the white of it’s hull a stark contrast to the orange stripes that ran along it.

Revan’s gaze fell upon the ship with a need that only a true Sith could feel. The Force had created a tugging sensation, and the Sith Lord felt obligated to follow it’s pull. Revan was unable to see the ship’s destiny or significance through the Force, only the pull of “fate.”

Slowly a gloved hand reached out to touch the cool durasteel hull, unsure of what would happen upon contact with the metal Revan was not expecting the sudden sensation of falling, or the darkness that closed in.

The Dark Lord was suddenly bombarded with images of a young Jedi in combat with a Sith. She swung her blade in wild arcs, trying to win the duel with brute strength alone. It was foolish and Revan almost felt badly for the girl, who was so outclassed by the Sith she fought.

When the dream finally faded back into the darkness, Revan slowly moved into the waking world expecting to see HK waiting impatiently. Instead, a man the Dark Lord did not know, seemed to be pacing about in a room Revan had never seen.

“Good to see you up, instead of thrashing around in your sleep.” He stated as kindly as it seemed he was able. His light brown eyes looking at the Dark Lord with concern. A fact that only confused Revan. “You must have been having one hell of a nightmare. I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to wake up. I’m Carth, one of the Republic soldier from the Endar Spire. I was with you on the escape pod, do you remember?”
Revan stared at him blankly for a moment before flickering images of a ship and a battle filtered there way into the surface of memory. “Where am I? How did I get here?” The Dark Lord demanded, attempting to will the Force to rip the answers out of the man’s mind.

“Well, you’ve been slipping in and out of consciousness for a couple of days now, so I imagine you’re pretty confused about things.” He stated, his hand running through his short chestnut hair. “Try not to worry. We’re safe… at least for the moment. We’re in an abandoned apartment on the planet of Taris. You were banged up pretty bad when our escape pod crashed, but luckily I wasn’t seriously hurt. I was able to drag you away from the crash site in all the confusion, and I stumbled onto this abandoned apartment. By the time the Sith arrived on the scene we were long gone.”

Revan raised an eyebrow at his words. By the Force why were they running from the Sith? Why were images of cutting down elite soldiers swimming with memories of standing at the space port in front of the white and orange freighter? And most importantly, why was the mighty Revan, unable to call upon the Force? However, only one of the many questions left the Dark Lord’s lips. “The Sith?”

“Taris is under Sith control. Their fleet is orbiting the planet, they’ve declared martial law and they’ve imposed a planet-wide quarantine. But I’ve been in worse spots.” He explained hurriedly, and Revan had the distinct feeling that he was becoming impatient with all the questions.

Of course if I had things my way I would be questioning him on many things while he screamed in pain. The Dark Lord mused as the republic soldier who called himself Carth continued to ramble.

“I saw on your service records that you understand a remarkable number of alien languages. That’s pretty rare in a raw recruit, but it should come in handy while we’re stranded on a foreign world. There’s no way the Republic will be able to get anyone through this Sith blockade to help us. If we’re going to find Bastila and get off this planet, we can’t rely on anybody but ourselves.”

“Why is it so important to find Bastila?” The name was familiar to Revan, she was one of the Jedi apprentices that chose to do as the council wished and stayed out of the Mandalorian Wars. Suddenly the dream of the fight floated back to the Dark Lord, it had been Bastila who had been fighting the Sith. She had obviously not improved much with a light saber.

“That smack to your head did more damage than I thought.” Revan frowned at the man’s tone and made a mental note to show him the true meaning of the word ’pain’ once he had outlived his usefulness. “Bastila’s a Jedi. She was with the strike team that killed Darth Revan, Malak’s Sith master.”

Revan was beyond stunned and also appalled at the thought that it was believed that a simpering child had the power to best a Sith Lord. It was preposterous, and a large part of the Dark Lord wanted to announce the fact that Carth was indeed mistaken, for Darth Revan was before him. But such an outburst would have been unwise, as, of the two, Carth was the only one with a weapon. The twin blasters at his side would have been no issue if Revan was still able to wield the Force, but the power was just out of reach.

“Bastila is the key to the whole republic war effort. The Sith must have found out she was on the Endar Spire and set a trap for us in this system. I believe Bastila was on one of the escape pods that crashed down here on Taris. For the sake of the Republic war effort, we have to try and find her.” Carth concluded his speech with passion and conviction, two things that Revan wanted deeply to take from him.

The Dark Lord was so angry with the impassioned words of the republic soldier that the world began to fade to darkness. The kind of darkness that only a Sith could know.

“Quarry: Is everything alright Master?” HK’s metallic voice echoed through the darkness that surrounded the Dark Lord. “Statement: You seem to have blacked out and then become very angry. Conjecture: It would seem that there is indeed something odd about this craft Master.”

Revan frowned under the mask that hid the Dark Lord’s features. The Force had forced the vision, and Revan was left with the memories as if the event had actually occurred. “We are taking this ship with us HK. Find the owner of the vessel and inform them. If they refuse… convince them.”

“Overjoyed Statement: Oh thank you Master. I do so enjoy executing my primary function on hapless Meatbags.”

Revan watched the droid as it turned and hurried away, eager for the chance to spill blood. Over the years the droid had become the Dark Lord’s most trusted companion. His programming giving him a more human personality without the trouble of a conscience. Leaning against the ship the Dark Lord was slightly surprised that the contact did not induce another dream like state. Instead, Revan felt the unquenchable need to find the man from the dream. The republic soldier that called himself Carth. The search would no doubt mean that a trip to the Leviathan would be needed, but it had been months since Revan had seen Malak. Each had been busy amassing forces and training elite squads for the attack on the Republic that they would soon be staging. It would be nice to see an old friend before drilling Admiral Saul Karath for information.