Welcome everyone to the sequel! So, as you probably guessed already, this story will also cover the events of KotOR 2 so don't be surprised when Revan will move over for a while and we'll be following Meetra's adventures. BUT, KotOR 2 will be here only partially and I'm not going to focus on it as the main plot. I'll also change the events of the game, some I will just skip so this story is not basically a retelling of KotOR 2. This story will mostly be AU and I hope that it will satisfy your expectations. I'll try to post on regular bases, that is once a week on Saturdays or Sundays. And, just as in 'Price of the Sacrifice' I'm asking mostly for reviews to know what I'm doing good and what I'm screwing up. Now, without further introduction, enjoy the first chapter of 'The Tragedy of Revan'.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.


Chapter 1

Revan was floating steadily in the kolto tank in the medical bay on the fourth level of the Star Forge. He was dressed only in shorts. A breathing mask was attached to his face, supplying him with the oxygen. The cardiogram that was standing right next to the tank was beeping regularly, showing no reasons to be afraid of patient's condition.

After jumping into hyperspace, Revan immediately headed towards the medical bay. The thickener disappeared from his blood during his fight with Malak and the physical effort caused the poison to spread even faster through his veins. As the result, he was incapable of breathing on his own when the adrenaline and the fervor of battle abandoned him.

Fox's assumption was correct. The Star Forge indeed began to heal his body, cleansing it from the Rakghoul venom. It was a time-consuming process, but it worked. His infected blood was drained and replaced with a fresh one that the Star Forge produced after drawing a sample from him.

Despite the fact that the infected blood was removed, the black pattern on his chest, right arm and around his eyes remained. His lung was being now repaired steadily, sentencing him on spending another few hours in the kolto tank.

He felt something during his healing. A subtle thing in a Force, like a whisper. But, just like with Bastila's fall, it was loud enough for someone who was willing to listen to it.

Fox and Wolfie were keeping guard. Except for HK-47, Admiral Noma Sommos, and few medics, no one was allowed to enter the medical bay. Atton was in the second tank in order to fully recover after his imprisonment and tortures. His bath in kolto lasted much shorter and soon he was released.

Revan remained in the tank for a better part of their hyperspace travel. When the medics announced that his body was healed, the kolto was drained from the tank and the patient was led to the showers to wash out the unpleasant odor and to scrape off the remnants of the gelatin substance.

After that, Revan put his armor back on. The kolto bath worked miraculously on his lung, fully repairing it. He was aware that it was more due to the fact that he was being healed on the Star Forge. Otherwise, his lung would be lost for good.

Now, after taking the healing bath, Revan was sitting at the empty table in the Conference Room that was located on the Command Center level. He convoked a gathering of the Admirals and highest Officers of his Empire. It was time to announce his return.

First to appear, except for his guard, Atton and HK, was Admiral Sommos. Soon, they were joined by Admiral Len, Grand Admiral Varko, Admiral Davim, General Derred, Intel Officer Mon Halan, Commander Gran and the representatives of the Sith ranks, that being Darth Voren and a Twi'lek woman that Revan didn't recognize.

"We may begin, My Lord" Noma said, taking a seat on Revan's right.

"And where is Admiral Veeltra?" Revan queried, hoping to reunite with his old friend.

"My Lord… Admiral Veeltra was… killed right after Malak took your place" Noma replied hesitantly as if in fear of being punished for delivering the bad news. Revan pondered over this information for a moment.

"Pity" he commented, tapping his fingers against the table. "So, we can begin indeed." He gave a nod to Noma, signalizing for her to go ahead.

"Malak is dead" Noma announced. "He was killed by our rightful leader: Lord Revan. He has returned to us and reclaimed the mantle that is legitimately his. The usurper was punished for his treachery and the same punishment awaits those who decide to betray Lord Revan."

"This is some bullshit!" Varko exclaimed, rising up from his seat. "The true Lord Revan is dead! For all we know, this may be a mere imposter! And if he's the one who killed Lord Malak, he should be executed and not granted the title of the…" he didn't finish speaking his objection, though. The Grand Admiral frowned, trying to cough up what he intended to speak further. Then, he brought his right hand to his throat, attempting to free his throat from an invisible hold. The other people gathered in the Conference Room could only watch as Varko's face was slowly turning purple and his veins were revealing themselves because of lack of air.

"I will not take insults lightly, Admiral" Revan commented. All eyes were now focused on him. "Especially not from someone who was given a rank of Grand Admiral by the person who betrayed me." His grip on Varko's throat tightened. "I release you from your service, Admiral" he finished, breaking the man's neck. Through all this time, Revan didn't move in the slightest; he was sitting in his chair, straightened up, his right hand supporting his chin while the left one continued to tap against the table. "HK, remove his body. I don't want it to start rotting in here."

"Of course, Master" the droid replied, walking up to the corpse. He grabbed it by the leg and left the Conference Room – his metallic footsteps echoing throughout the whole Command Center level.

"Congratulations, Admiral Sommos," Revan said, addressing the woman. "You have just been promoted to the rank of Grand Admiral." The only response Noma could come up with, was a small nod. "As you've heard, Malak died by my hand. I've reclaimed the title he's stolen from me as well as the control over the Star Forge and my Empire. I won't tolerate any signs of treachery but I'll gladly welcome you back under my service" he said, addressing now all the others gathered in the Conference Room. No one said a word. "Silence means consent" he commented.

"What are your orders, My Lord?" Noma spoke the question that was dwelling inside of everyone's minds.

"First of all, call back our fleet from every front. The war with the Republic is over."

Just as he expected, his words caused a turmoil amongst the gathered. He allowed his words to sink in, watching as the leaders of his army were speaking their doubts to each other. It took them a while but after all, the whispers went down. Once again, it was Noma who spoke on behalf of the others.

"My Lord, I'm afraid you're not fully aware of our current situation" she began hesitantly. After all, she didn't want to end up like Varko, no more than five minutes before. "But we are only a few victories away from defeating the Republic. We've created ourselves an opening by breaking their fleet above Merson. If we only press now, we should follow the blow and conquer Commenor and then Cato Neimoidia. If we focus our main forces there, we will have a clear entrance to the Core Worlds. From there, the war wouldn't last longer than a year."

"I respect your advice, Grand Admiral" Revan commented. "But I'm standing by what I said."

"With all due respect, My Lord" it was Admiral Len who spoke now. "We've lost many soldiers in the campaigns against the Republic. If we back now, it will be a slap in the face to all of those who gave their lives to our case."

"And if we press forward, their sacrifice will be put to naught!" Revan countered, standing up. He took a deep breath to calm himself. "There is a reason why there is a need to pull back our forces. Waging war further on against the Republic would just be a waste of good soldiers, which we will be needing in another war." This attracted attention of everyone gathered around the table. "Yes, you've heard me well. There is another war coming, far more important. I haven't told you everything after the Mandalorian Wars. You all served in the Republic fleet for a better part of your lives. I'm sure you've heard about the Great Hyperspace War, haven't you?" He received a collective nod from the people gathered around the table. "The official version of the outcome of that conflict is that the Republic won and the First Sith Empire was destroyed. This is something we all were raised to believe but it's not entirely true. Well, while the outcome we know is correct, it's not one hundred percent accurate. You see, the First Sith Empire didn't magically disappeared, nor wasn't it completely and utterly destroyed by the Republic. They had a chance to do it, but they decided to pull back all forces and celebrate the victory. In their pride, they didn't realize that their enemy went into hiding, slowly recovering and licking their wounds. Blinded by victory, the outposts at the edge of the Republic Space were soon abandoned, allowing the Sith to move freely on the Outer Rim. Over a thousand years have passed since the Great Hyperspace War. The Sith Empire used that time to recover, to rebuild itself."

"After the Mandalorian Wars, we traveled into the Unknown Regions beyond Malachor V in the Tingel Arm. We claimed to be seeking out the remnants of the Mandalorians. We sold that lie to the Republic and to the common soldiers. What we were truly searching for, though, were the survivors of the Great Hyperspace War. What even fewer people know is that… we've found them" he finished after a moment of hesitation. Once again, the leaders of his army were whispering between each other, discussing the information they've just received. "And this is why I order the retreat of our forces. Our true enemy lies beyond Malachor V and the real war will be waged against them."

His words caused even greater agitation amongst those who were sitting at the table. The whispers became a little louder but still, no one dared to speak openly what everyone was thinking; the image of Varko being choked to death was still fresh in their minds.

"If you have any observations that you want to share with the rest, feel free to do so. I'm not killing for constructional criticism nor for a question" he urged them. It was General Derred who decided to speak.

"With all due respect, My Lord" he began hesitantly. Revan could sense the uneasiness in his words, as well as he could see his hands trembling on the table. "But I find it a little illogical," he said, looking at Revan with worry in his eyes. After receiving an encouragement in the form of gesture, he continued to speak. "I mean, you made us break our vows to the Republic. I'm not trying to blame you, My Lord" he added quickly. "We all are aware that it is because of you that we won the Mandalorian Wars – no one is questioning that. But at the same time, you ordered us to attack the Republic while we knew the position of the 'true enemy', as you've called them. My question is, why haven't we attacked back then when we had a chance to? Why war with the Republic was necessary if they weren't those you truly wanted to destroy?"

Revan pondered on this question for a while before replying. "It is difficult to explain, General Derred."

"I would appreciate if you tried, My Lord" Commander Gran said, joining the conversation. "You haven't told us the main reason why we went into the Unknown Regions. You haven't told us why we were searching for those artifacts that were supposed to lead us to the Star Forge. You haven't told us why we went to war against the Republic. We followed your orders because we believed in your judgment of the situation. But I think there is nothing wrong with us wanting to know why the war with the Republic was necessary if our 'true enemy' are those Sith remnants from the Unknown Regions."

"Very well then. Answering your question, General Derred, I wanted to attack those Sith. Long story short, That was my main goal when we found the planet they were hiding on. I and Malak even encountered their leader, wanting to destroy him right there, right then. We were so blinded by our victory over Mandalorians and so opinionated that we believed we would be able to kill him in a combat. Without derogating you in any way, it's difficult for those who don't command the Force to fully understand how it works. It can do terrible things to a mind. When we were standing in front of him in that Throne Room, his power with the Force was indescribable. We could feel him at the edge of our minds, attempting to break into our consciousness and to take control over us." Revan saw Darth Voren and the Twi'lek woman nodding, understanding what he meant. The rest were sitting in their positions all the time, not daring to move as if being afraid to interrupt Revan's story. For the first time, they were getting to know what happened on Dromund Kaas. "We've lost that day. Not only in combat but also mentally. We tried to fight back but we failed miserably. Then, he sent us on a mission. Our first objective was to search throughout the Galaxy for any clues about the Star Forge. This is the reason why I ordered the searches to begin. This is why we've wasted so many months looking for the Star Maps."

"When we finally arrived at the Star Forge, we were partially free from the Emperor's influence. At that point, I've realized what happened to us. And what had to be done. We've found the results of his actions during our searches for the remnants of the Sith. The entire world wiped out of all life. And in nothing did it resemble what Malak did to Telos or Taris. I realized that the same thing would happen to the rest of the Galaxy. And with that, I realized that I was the one who had to stop him. But with the Republic in the way, it would be impossible."

"There would be no other way than to remove the Republic. One and a half year ago when I started the war, I didn't expect it to last so long. I thought that few precise strikes would be enough to break them, giving how ineffective they were in the Mandalorian Wars. I miscalculated that one. Now, we ran out of time to play games with the Republic. Our true enemy is aware of what happened to me and Malak and that he lost control over us. I felt it in the Force. They made their move."

Everyone remained silent when Revan finished. They never knew the main reasons behind some of Revan's decisions. Which is why they didn't say anything.

"All of you served under me during the Mandalorian Wars and later in the war against the Republic" Revan continued on, seeing that they weren't replying in any way. "I'm asking you, all of you, to trust me again. The war that we have to wage will be far more important than the previous two and we must win it. If we don't defeat them, no one will. Darth Voren" he addressed the man who was sitting at the far end of the table. "You proved yourself useful when I entrusted the Trayus Academy to your safekeeping. And I'd want to have you at my side once again."

"I never betrayed you, My Lord" Voren replied. "And I never will. I'll follow you everywhere."

"Admirals? I can't win this war alone. I'll be needing your help as the military leaders and tacticians."

One by one, starting from newly appointed Grand Admiral Noma Sommos, they began to nod their heads and say their vows. Revan smiled under his mask.

"And you?" he asked the Twi'lek woman. "What's your name?"

"Yuthura Ban, My Lord" she answered, straightening up.

"I believe we were not introduced to each other" Revan commented.

"We weren't, My Lord" Yuthura replied. "I used to be an apprentice to Uthar Wynn in the Academy on Korriban."

"I visited Korriban lately. I don't recall seeing you."

"That's because I was sent to Malachor V by Uthar" she replied shortly. "When I was in the Trayus Academy, I found out about the destruction of Dreashdae and the Academy on Korriban. Because of that, I returned directly to the Star Forge."

"I see" Revan commented simply.

"The destruction of the Academy?" Admiral Davim asked. Apparently, the news about that event didn't reach everyone's ears.

"Yes, Admiral" Revan replied nonchalantly. "I've seen to it."

"You what?!" the Admiral exclaimed in outrage.

"Watch your tone, Admiral" Revan warned him. "Malak crossed a certain border recently. I had to relieve."

"If this war is so important as you make it be, My Lord" Noma said, returning the discussion to the topic that Revan brought upon. "Was it wise to send back the Jedi with that Battle Meditation?" she queried, looking directly at him. "I've seen her in combat. No one could breach our defenses."

"We'll have to manage without her, Grand Admiral" Revan replied. "While it is true that she would be helpful in the war effort, she's not essential. There are other fractions in the Galaxy that might assist us. And I'd rather not engage the Jedi in this war." And I'm not going to risk the wellbeing of Bastila and our child, he added in his thoughts. "Is there anything else you'd like to ask me?" The only reply he received was silence. "Very well then," he said, raising up. The others gathered around the table mimicked his moves. "You are dismissed. Return to your tasks. Oh, Grand Admiral" he addressed Noma. She stopped in her tracks and turned around to face him. "Connect me with Queen Talia on Onderon. It would be wise to let her know that I'll be paying her a visit very soon."

"Of course, My Lord."


There was no celebration.

The tension on the broken Republic ships was almost unbearable. After they crashed into the disruptor field above the Star Forge, they crash-landed on Rakata Prime. Admiral Forn Dodona still tried to comprehend what exactly has happened over that space station. In one moment, her fleet was taking heavy losses against the Sith. Then, the tide of the battle began to turn in their favor as the enemy ships began to jump into hyperspace, fleeing the battlefield. That allowed them to make their way to the Star Forge and begin the assault. Right before they were about to take down the station's orbital stabilizers, the disruptor field came out of nowhere, disabling her fleet. Twenty ships were now to no use.

But that's not what was infuriating her. She was a soldier, just like everyone else and could accept a defeat. It was a confession made by the Jedi Masters who took part in the battle that unsettled her.

They admitted that Revan was alive and beyond their control. And what was even worse, apparently, he regained his position as the Dark Lord of the Sith.

"Admiral?" a Lieutenant behind her spoke fearfully. "Our reinforcements have arrived. We can return to Coruscant."

"Thank you, Lieutenant" she replied coldly, still looking through the viewport at the beach in front of her. She remained on the bridge of her ship all time. Lieutenant shifted nervously on his legs and soon left the bridge, leaving Dodona alone once again.

Sighing, she rose up from her seat and left the bridge. The Jedi Council had a lot of things to explain.


Bastila was staring blankly at the wall of her cell. They were now in the hyperspace, making their way to Coruscant. Her eyes were red from tears and she would be crying even more if it wasn't for the fact that she cried all her tears away. Now all she could do was sit, look at the wall and wait for the Republic to judge her.

Jolee and Mission were by her side all the time, remaining just outside of her cell. There were other guards as well, but their presence was essential for her. Being a prisoner again was difficult for her. The memories of what Malak and his men did to her were still fresh in her mind. As the result, she was panicking each time someone entered her cell. But the calming presence of her two companions seemed to be a salvation for her.

Even with the neural disruptor around her neck, Bastila tried to reach Revan through their Bond. She saw him breaking the power of the device on the Leviathan and she tried to mimic it but no avail. What was even worse, she couldn't as much as feel her husband in the Force. It was almost as if… he was blocking her out. No, that's impossible, she countered in her thoughts. He would never do it. Not to me.

Her thoughts were now mostly focused on her beloved one, as much as the neural disruptor was allowing her to focus enough. Her fingers were trailing the ring on her left hand absentmindedly. Fortunately, the Republic soldiers did not take that away from her.

She hasn't seen Atris yet, though she was sure it would happen soon enough. Master Vandar came to visit her, though. The small Jedi tried to comfort her in any way, assuring her that she would be alright. She wanted to believe him, she truly did, but something inside her made it impossible for her to do so. Something inside her was broken during her captivity and it would take her a long time to heal fully.

Bastila shivered out of the cold and wrapped herself up tighter with her robe. Even with the neural disruptor on her neck, she could feel that they were approaching Coruscant. She shivered again, this time out o nervousness, though. She did her best to gather her thoughts enough to prepare herself for the encounter with the Jedi Council. She could only guess what would happen to her. But if Meetra was exiled simply because she followed Revan when he wasn't the Dark Lord yet, Bastila could be almost sure that the verdict given to her will be far worse.


That's it for the first chapter. Let me know what you think about it. Feel free to leave your suggestions and if you have any questions, I'll gladly answer them as much as I will be able to. Add this story to your favorite and follow it if you want to be informed about the next updates and see you in the next weekend!