#kotor fanfiction

[cinderedrose]

RAHHHH WRAITH REFERENCE he's a rebuilt hk24 unit

PLEASE ASK ME ABOUT HIM

Here's him next to his family:

[torilaa]

Happy Valentine’s Day! 💕❤️ Here is an excerpt of Bastila’s POV after her first kiss with Wes. I wish I wrote something a bit more fluffy for the day but…well their relationship is complicated, screw happiness :p!

0o0

It was a mistake.

The events of the last five minutes replayed in my mind over and over. His hands around my waist, his warm body close to mine, gentle, the dancing of his lips, the desire for more. Oh, I wanted more—Jedi Code be damned. Yet before I could ask for more, the mask of Revan appeared, replacing the warm face of Wes.

This is wrong.

And now? I ran away like the coward I was. Why did I visit him? Oh, of course, because of that dream. Not a vision or horrific memory of a war long passed, but a dream where we were together, at peace in Dantooine’s countryside.

It could never be.

And so, after I awoke, I made a decision. I needed to make the boundaries clear. A Jedi could never get close to another like…that, and it was a risk especially for him. The Council expected him to fall again, and I had as well, yet I didn’t want him to anymore. The light in his eyes, the smile on his face, the kind sarcastic words, it would all go away if he fell. After Kashyyyk, I’d promised myself that I would protect him.

But you’re not worried about him, are you? You’re worried about yourself.

I stopped in the hallway before the door to my room. Could I be at risk myself? No…no, I’d managed to remain strong for months. If I was going to fall, it would’ve been when I was first connected to Revan over this bond. Yet maybe Darth Revan remained, still, in the corners of our minds. Over time…maybe he’d grown stronger.

No, Darth Revan is dead.

I opened the door to my room and didn’t even bother turning on the lights. I collapsed on the bed with a sigh.

It was strange. By all accounts, I shouldn’t even be entertaining the notion. Before he’d been an enigma, a faceless evil that many Padawans shivered in fear of or told tall tales about. The mask of Revan had been a reminder of that fact and a return to my sanity. He used to be a monster. I should hate him.

Yet, did I hate him? Truly?

I closed my eyes. Tried to sleep. Yet the memory of what we did—

At first, his lips were as clumsy as mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to make us steady, and—

No!

I turn on the bed, grabbing my lips.

I never expected to like him, yet it made sense. His charisma…the Jedi council had warned me about it—to not be tempted by it like so many other Jedi when they fell. Yet he didn’t seem false or manipulative. What motivation would Wes have to get me to like him like this? Force, he didn’t even try to get me to like him in the first place!

Breathless. He pushed me against the wall and I closed my eyes—feeling static on our lips. Our kiss became deep—deeper—good—

Stop!

I pulled my hair and turned again.

I never expected to relate to him, yet it also made sense. Revan hated war. He hated the burden, he wanted to leave his responsibilities in the dust, to rebel, but he chose to face it anyway. How many choices? How many lives did he have to sacrifice before it wore him away into that simulacrum? In the face of those burdens, what had I done? Complain.

“I have to be strong for both of us.”

“You don’t have to.”

“No. I have to.”

“You’re not weak for loving me, Bastila.” He brushed away the hair from my eyes. “Because I love you.”

I never expected to sympathize with him. What he lost. Darth Revan had been a Jedi before after all. Through the bond I could tell what was real and what was false. The pain he felt during the Mandalorian Wars was real, the trauma that he experienced was real, the comradery with his soldiers…his heroism…that was real. It was all wiped away under a brush of white paint. The death of his parents? False. His destroyed world? False. The tales of his smuggling days? His drunken escapades? False. All of it.

Isn’t that a good thing? Wes the smuggler is a better person even though his memories aren’t real. Better than Darth Revan.

Yet the painting that was Revan was still there, wasn’t it? He had to be there still in order for the visions to show us the Star Maps. The white paint would chip off. As Jolee told me, he would find out the truth someday. We couldn’t be together because we were Jedi, yes, but it didn’t matter. We couldn’t be together either way for one reason alone.

I lied to him.

I was hurting him.

And I was a monster.

[domwho11]

"Revan, wait up!" shouted Alek as his best friend ran into the long grass.

"Come on Alek let's go!" shouted Revan back.

"You've got so much energy, Revan. Where does it all come from?"

Revan laughed and ignited his green lightsaber.

Alek started.

"Revan we're not supposed to use those outside of the training grounds."

Revan grinned.

"Relax, I was just having some fun."

Alek sighed heavily.

"Why do I get the feeling you're going to be the death of me?"

Revan somersaulted and landed next to his best friend.

"I saw you looking at Meetra during meditation. She's cute, isn't she."

"Not as cute as Bastila, am I right?"

Revan spluttered.

"I never told you... you aren't going to tell anyone, are you?"

Alek smiled.

"Your secret is safe with me... for a price, of course."

Revan grimaced.

"OK, what's your "price"?"

"Show me where the crystal caves are on this planet. The others are always talking about them!"

"OK, fine, but you have to promise not to tell anyone."

Alek crossed his heart.

"I promise."

The two friends headed across the Dantooine plains. The sun was high in the sky. The iriaz drifted lazily across the heavens. Kath hounds basked in the sun. At long last, Revan and Alek made it to the crystal cave.

"We're going to need our lightsabers for this. Did you bring yours?" said Revan.

Alek ignited a brilliant blue blade and smiled.

Revan smiled back.

"OK let's go."

The cave was dark and dank. The only light came from the Padawans' laser swords. Alek tripped over a rock and stumbled into Revan.

"Watch where you're going, dummy!" hissed Revan.

"Excuse me! I can barely see a thing." replied Alek.

The cave opened out into a central chamber. Crystals of all shapes and sizes adorned the rocks around them. Revan and Alek's eyes went wide.

"The stories were true." breathed Alek.

Revan elbowed him in the ribs.

"Come on, let's get some crystals!"

The boys worked their way around the cave, shoving fistfuls of glowing stones into their tunics. Alek was just about to turn to leave when Revan whistled.

"Hey Alek look at that!"

The crystal shone like the sun. It was atop a raised plinth. Revan moved towards it.

"Revan, come on, we got what we came for!" said Alek.

Revan wasn't listening. He walked up the carved steps to the dais and lifted the large crystal with a shout of triumph.

Alek's eyes widened.

"REVAN, BEHIND YOU!"

A massive kinrath spider had appeared. It scuttled towards Revan. Revan ran towards it brandishing his lightsaber. The kinrath spider knocked him aside with a blow from its powerful front legs.

Alek was terrified. Kinrath spiders were his absolute worst fear. But he couldn't just leave Revan to his fate. Alek took a crystal our of his pocket and threw it at the spider.

"H... hey, over here!"

The spider bore down on a semi-conscious Revan. Alek took more crystals out of his pocket and lobbed them at the spider.

"Hey you, over here, that's right, pick on someone your own size!"

The spider turned. Alek threw a red crystal which caught it in one of its eyes. Enraged, the spider scuttled towards Alek. In a flash Alek remembered something from Master Zhar's lessons.

Force speed.

Using the Force to augment his quickness, Alek darted around the cave's edge to where Revan was and put Revan's arm around his neck.

"Come on buddy let's get out of here."

Revan registered Alek and smiled weakly. His attention turned to the spider, which was bearing down on both of them.

"Force speed, Revan. NOW!"

The two friends zoomed away from danger using the Force. The spider screamed and gave chase. Even the Force could not prevent the spider from gaining on them.

"Revan, the crystals, they're weighing you down. You have to get rid of them!"

Revan nodded assent and began emptying his pockets of the precious stones. The mouth of the cave was dead ahead of them.

"We're going to make it!" cried Alek.

Just then Revan tripped over a rock and went sprawling. Alek was already far ahead of him. Realising that Revan wasn't with him Alek looked back. What he saw chilled him to his soul. The kinrath spider was standing over a fallen Revan, its massive maw open and ready to eat him.

"NO!" screamed Alek.

He threw his lightsaber at the spider. The blade lodged itself between the spider's eyes. With a blood curdling screech the spider retreated back into the cave. Alek hurried over to Revan and helped him the final distance out of the cave.

"Revan... are you OK?"

Revan was breathing rapidly. His face was pale, and his eyes were darting this way and that. Alek had never seen his friend look like this.

"Revan, we're safe now. Let's go back to the Academy."

Revan slapped Alek's hand away.

"Don't you ever... EVER... tell anyone about this. If you do I... I'll..."

"Revan I'm sorry." said Alek.

"Can I help?"

Revan kicked a stone.

"I just... I want to be on my own for a while. Don't follow me."

"Revan... Revan!"

Alek called after his friend. But he was gone, walking away into the peaceful Dantooine grasslands.

[dairine-bonnet]

Who else writes fics this way: hmmmm, it's such an interesting name for a fic, now I definitely have to think of a plot of this fic?

[kick-girl]

I haven't really drawn much for fun lately! But I was drawing these doodles while watching Twisters with my husband and that was nice!

"Peace is a Lie" is a doofy fanfic that I've been working on! In case you haven't seen my posts about it, you can read the first five chapters on ao3:

I've started working on Chapter 6, but it's not close to ready yet. Now that I've gotten back to work, I've gotten a little slower with the updates. I'm thinking that Chapter 8 will be the last chapter, but I guess we'll see when I get there!

If you read it, I hope you like it so far! Would love to know your thoughts <3

[ahsokahearteyes]

finished KOTOR!!!!

[amandamadeathing]

I'm getting serious about writing my first Star Wars fic. What era or series are people writing in? Reblog, or comment with details, including characters and related materials.

[obscene-visage]

Should I rewrite my star wars fic from 2006/07? Do people still read KOTOR II themed fics? Where do I even post it nowadays? I'm old, lol

[citruswriter]

When you have so many damn things you wanna write so you just create a massive randomizer wheel to pick what to write for you. 😭😂😅

[cinderedrose]

The woman only spat insults as Renier went outside onto the balcony to light a cig.

The lights of the towering buildings slowly flickered off one by one and took place of the stars in the Taris night sky. Renier never really liked city worlds either, but their scenery is still better than parties with angry drunks.

“Pass me one,” a boy half shrouded by the darkness ordered.

He's not even buzzed.

Renier jumped, then tentatively handed him a cigarette. They recognized him from earlier. That drive to protect this young man caught them off guard. *Stars-!* Did they have some child before they enlisted in the Republic? They're old enough to…

He took it, lighting it. Renier noticed he didn't have a lighter… but it was dark. They excused the abnormality.

“Thanks.”

Renier nods.

“You're not drunk, kid.” They observe. “Below drinking age or something?”

The boy tensed, then shook his head. “No, I just don't drink much… My boyfriend is blackout drunk in the room we fucked in an hour ago and someone's gotta haul him back,” he said. Then he frowned, looking down at Renier. “I'm bored. I don't know anyone here that well.”

“Neither do I.”

The boy opens his mouth to say something, but he opts to stay quiet. A shiver ran down their spine. Getting recognized would be the end of everything… Renier has not heard good things about sith interrogation tactics.

“The night is nice… but I miss the stars back home.” he finally said, sighing. “I'm glad I can at least see the sky now… I'm being sent to the undercity in two days for a search. Count my blessings��” He let out a dry laugh.

“Where are you from?” They ask, stepping closer.

He exhaled a ring of smoke before he spoke. “Believe it or not, Dantooine. Beautiful planet.”

A faint memory tries to surface, then it quickly fades. A common occurrence, though not to this strength. “Damn. Bet you don't miss the jedi.”

He stared at them for a second, scowling. Then his expression eased.

“I don't.” He chuckled. “Delusioned idiots.”

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the railing. The only lights being the remnants of the bustling party, dying city, and the faint orange glow from the cigarettes. Renier can't make out his features well, but his build is thin. Thinner than it should.

Renier is sure they had a child before their hit to the head, but the boy doesn't recognize them.

“You never told me your name,” Renier stated, almost in a condescending militaristic order, dropping the butt of their cigarette into the abyss of the false coruscant.

“Cyrus Sero. You?”

“Renier Skataski.”

Cyrus frowned, grabbing a set of the dog tags hanging off his waist.

Their heart stopped. *Fuck.*

“These are yours.” He unclipped the tags and handed them to Renier. They were in fact theirs. Then he puffed on the cig and ignored the subject entirely.

They blinked a few times trying to calm from the panic bubbling up. Their strategy slowly crumbled to dust. *Idiot—*

“You're okay, Renier. I won't say shit.”

“...”

“I can't wait to quit this job.” Cyrus said, breaking the silence as if small talk would fix the tension.

“... Seems unrewarding.”

He nodded, discarding his own cigarette. “Pay sucks, my armor doesn't even fit right…”

Armor. Right. Cyrus wasn't even drunk. It would only be a few hours before everyone else was blacked out, but he wasn't even buzzed. Renier fell back into their thoughts, trying to reshape their strategy. Oh how embarrassing it would be being outsmarted by a junior officer of the enemy.

Cyrus looked at them again. “There's a bag marked with the name Chaeni by the door. Grab it on your way out. It should fit you,” he added. Renier gasps. *He's reading my fucking mind*. At least they think so. They anxiously tapped their fingers on the railing, saying nothing.

Cyrus is far from boring.

“Um…” Renier tries to make conversation in efforts to regain at least some control over this interaction. Cyrus’ loyalties were hard to tell, and it was a risk speaking to him in general… but they had no desire to stop.

“You're not from here,” he stated before a sentence even met their mouth, “do you remember your home planet? You seem like the type that flitted about the galaxy most your life.”

His outer rim accent is becoming increasingly more apparent the more he speaks. He stared at the towering spires, shifting his weight back and forth with a slight wince.

“I don't remember,” they admitted. “But you aren't wrong. I'm a bounty hunter. I have been for a while.”

At least they think so… they try to remember, they really do, but dread drowns them. It's wrong trying to traverse what has been lost.

“Fun… I don't think I could withstand that job,” he said, looking back at Renier.

“Aw, but it's so fun.” They nudged Cyrus’ arm, a small static shock greeting the two before the touch. It felt natural, the friendly touch that is… though Cyrus recoiled and shot a dirty look. Renier frowned, pulling their hand back, betrayal bubbling through their features. They're unsure what caused them to be so upset, though it probably played into the lost child theory.

He eased his expression, still examining Renier. They had that sliver of hope he'd recognize them as a parent, despite them having no memory of raising him.

A small mandalorian girl flashed within their skull and behind their eyes, then she was gone just as fast as she came, feeling like nothing more than a distant echo.

“Seems so chaotic.”

“Well, I like it.”

Cyrus let out a huff. “Figured.” He looked at the quiet city again, just listening. Renier couldn't tell what he was listening to, for the city really was near silent, and the music in the party was dying down.

Renier scowled. “Figured?”

Cyrus shrugged. “Nice night.”

“it's a shit night.”

“this is the best you're going to get on Taris. Better learn to love it because the quarantine is not going to break until Bastila is found.”

Renier sighed. He was right. Just like him, they won't even see the sky after a while. Might as well enjoy the polluted sheen now. Like he is.

Then those thoughts faded, and they examined Cyrus again, counting the number of tags he hung off his belt. There were four now that theirs were returned. Three sith, one republic issued. Were they trophies?

“The sunsets are okay at least,” he continued, “not as good as they were back home though.”

Renier nodded, like they knew by heart but in all honesty they probably didn't. Why would they ever visit dantooine? They scoured their memory again, but it was wrong… wrong. They quickly receded despite the deja vu.

“You're not saying much,” he said, his tone was harsher now, more negative. Renier’s heart quickened. “Am I unsettling you?” And there it was, that poorly masked insecurity and uncertainty. Poor thing for them to be relieved over, really.

“You're okay, I'm just tired,” they lied.

Cyrus nodded. Then he sighed. “Me too.”

He didn't say anything after that, resorting to sliding his fingers across the railing, then tapping in a rhythmic quadratic motion with his nails. Renier watched. Renier listened. Cyrus was a Sith, but he was a boy. a passing ship illuminated the features on his face. Soft, weary, freckled, youthful. This was the monster Carth hissed about. A teenage boy drumming his nails on a metal rail.

Renier shifted their weight back, eyeing the tranquil city again. It seemed like a utopia on the upper levels.

Cyrus looked at them, stilling his anxious hand, then he slowly turned and limped toward the reeking sour apartment, his previously tapping hand trailing last.

[torilaa]

Here’s a preview for the beginning of the next chapter of Fragmented!

I might have this out today…since it is May the Fourth, but it needs some more editing and rearranging (and I need to work during my lunch…yay) so no promises ;) it may come out on revenge of the fifth which…would be more poignant honestly.

The blues of hyperspace enveloped the cockpit of the Tabula Rasa—shadows formed on my first mate’s face—blurring his features. Alen’s voice was smooth as he called the crew to attention.

“Coming out of hyperspace in five…four…”

I turned. Most of my crew were the same. Blurry faces mixed in blue light. I opened my mouth to comment on this oddity yet we’d exited hyperspace before I could form words. The green jewel that was Corellia dominated the cockpit window along with a Class II bulk freighter. The CEC manufactured ship was about as inelegant as I imagined. Brown, ugly, irregular, yet perfect camouflage for the Czerka traders that were making this deal with the Exchange.

I turned to Alen and smirked at his tight shoulders.

“Why so serious?” I bumped my elbow with his. “It’s a blaster run for the Exchange. We’ve made harder deals before.”

“I…want to make the deal this time, Captain.”

“You?” I snorted. “Alen, the last time you led a deal we lost out on credits. Too many. Oh, and Kel lost an arm.”

“Wes. Please.” He frowned at me after saying my name. “For once, just let me do this. Trust me.”

And I trusted him. Of course I did. I knew him for years and perhaps…I would have even considered him a friend.

But trusting him?

It was the biggest mistake of my career.

Alen left the ship, taking two other crew mates with him. I watched the bulk freighter outside the cockpit windows with a frown. Why was I worried? The deal was a snitch, Alen would have to mess up on purpose in order for it to go wrong. I glanced at the co-pilot controls, the one Alen had been sitting with this entire time, plugging in the hyperspace coordinates. Except…a red light blinked on and off in a pattern. A code.

My eyes widened.

No.

Before the transmission could end, I jumped into the pilot’s seat and twisted the ship around, breaking off of the bulk freighter. Out of nowhere, a troop of Republic fighters appeared near the aft.

Alen betrayed me.

No.

I sucked in a deep breath—the green planet drew closer and closer. Pain. Pain in my chest. Why? The faceless crew shouted at me yet I didn’t hear their words. How could he? Blood dripped past my lips and suddenly I was on the ground. Dying. Bones broken…everything broken. I couldn’t see anymore. Except the gray eyes. Couldn’t feel anymore. Her soft hand grabbed my face. Why would he? You know why. All I wanted was to die because of the pain, because—

You. Know. Why.

[domwho11]

Carth watched Meetra Surik as she left. The former Jedi walked as if the weight of a thousand worlds was on her back. Carth had to admit he knew how that felt.

"Safe journey, exile." he whispered.

Bastila approached him. Carth turned, feeling his heart quicken.

"Did she know?" asked Bastila.

Carth shook his head.

"No she didn't."

"There are times when I fear we shall never know why he left, Carth. And I cannot live not knowing the answer, why he sought to protect us."

Carth put his hand on Bastila's shoulder.

"He asked us to stay, to keep the Republic strong. It was important to him. And after meeting the Exile, I'm convinced there are worse things to lose in the galaxy."

Bastila put her arms around Carth and hugged him. Carth returned the hug, and before either of them knew how it happened they were kissing. A small part of Carth's mind questioned the wisdom of kissing a former Sith Lord's girlfriend but Bastila wrapped her arms around his neck and this was forgotten. When they broke the kiss Carth found himself looking into Morgana's face.

The Republic pilot stumbled backwards.

"Morgana?! But...!"

"Second time lucky huh Fleet?" she said.

Then they were on Telos as the bombs fell. Carth watched as Morgana and the surrounding countryside were turned into ash. Carth ran, trying to get to cover. He tripped and went sprawling. Carth dragged himself to his feet. He was in an old stone chamber. Dustil was there, as were Revan and Juhani.

"Dustil? Is that you?"

Dustil rolled his eyes.

"Oh lovely. It's Father."

Carth grabbed Dustil's hand.

"We need to get out of here. The Sith are coming!"

"It's all right Father, really."

Dustil prised Carth's hand loose and went to stand next to Revan.

"I was afraid; lost, alone and broken. You made me believe in you and when it counted you let me down. I just wanted you to know that."

Carth reached for Dustil but the image shifted and twisted and he was...

...standing on the Leviathan, Saul Karath's body on the floor next to him. Only it wasn't Saul, it was Carth himself. Carth realised that this was some kind of nightmare. He wanted it to be over, for these horrible images to stop. He turned and he was in the apartment on Taris again, watching over Revan as he slept. Revan woke up and looked at him. Carth knew he was the Sith Lord, and Revan knew he knew. Moments passed in silence. Then Revan said "So what happens now?"

"That depends on how reasonable we're both willing to be." said Carth.

Revan barked a laugh.

"If your idea of "reasonable" is kissing my wife."

"Revan, you..."

"Shush, shush, enough."

Revan waved a hand and Carth fell silent.

"Despite what I may have said in the past, you're a good man, Carth Onasi."

Revan put his hand on Carth's shoulder.

"It's been an honour fighting alongside you."

Then Carth was being shaken awake. Three Republic soldiers stared down at him. Carth remembered where he was. The Unknown world, the beach. Revan and Bastila had been there, they had killed the others. Carth groaned as a tear rolled down his face.

One of the Republic soldiers spoke into a communicator.

"One survivor. Bringing him in now."

Carth grabbed the man's wrist.

"No wait."

Carth looked up at the orbiting Star Forge.

"I got a better idea."

[blade-liger-4ever]

So, I've decided to start something.

Well, a series of somethings.

I've had some Star Wars AU ideas as of late, which I'm thinking of turning into little ficlets that will be posted on Tumblr. If I feel bold enough from my experiences here, I may transfer them over to my WordPress account, but time will tell on that front. In most of these fanfics (which hopefully won't be long - or not, we'll see), there are going to be featured a couple of OCs, as well as established character/OC relationship(s) over previously established pairings. Many of you will probably be discontent over this, however, I will do my best to explain these new pairings and why I was dissatisfied with the original love interest.

Before I get into that however, I will introduce one of these OCs, who was also inspired by the lost potential of one of Disney's most recent princesses.

Click below, and you shall see Starkiller/Galen Marek's AU love interest: Raya Karimi, descendant of the noble House of Zakuul.

Now, before we get going, let me say something: I do not hate Juno Eclipse. I did, however, find the connection between her and Galen...a little unsettling. I am not saying it was unhealthy or toxic, nor am I saying that Juno should have never been in the same room as Galen. That said, it seemed, at least in the second game for sure, that Galen was over-relying on her and putting too much of his needs/hopes on her for his own good. And no, I'm not agreeing with what the narrative said about Vader having control over Galen so long as she lived. I think what I'm trying to say is that, she ended up being a Living Emotional Crutch for him, and that trope - whether applied to a man or woman, in real life or in fiction - deeply unsettles me. The idea that someone needs another person in order to operate as a human being, or to be kept from totally falling apart...it doesn't sit well with me, and, I suppose, scares me. I don't want that for either of them, hence a new love interest for Galen.

Now, whether or not Juno lived after that final cutscene in Force Unleashed II, I confess, for the purposes of this AU...Juno does die. In the main Star Wars universe that I envision, she does live, but for the purposes of my story, it only makes sense that she is killed by either Darth Vader or Boba Fett. Galen can only do so much to protect her, and moreover, the likelihood of either of those villains killing her is extremely high. PROXY will, quite possibly, be at least salvageable here as well; I don't yet know if he will be a series of pieces that Galen and Raya and their other two crew members will have to put back together, or have his parts integrated into a separate unit. Considering I gave Raya a revamped HK-77 assassin/protocol droid as her muscle pre-meeting Galen (HK-77s are from Legends, by the way; look them up), PROXY's role may be redundant, in which case, some of his salvageable components would be used for HK.

She will also have a small, cat-dragon hybrid known as a felico. Her name is Tapi, and I'm trying to picture her as a traditional Asiatic/Japanese dragon, but one that is small enough that she can easily climb onto someone's shoulder. I picture the same body style, but with shorter whiskers, dexterous talon-like paws, feathered wings of proper proportion, and some fur that helps her with sneaking some items off bad guys, or just all the way around enhance her cuddliness. Color wise, she might be all black or shades of gray with bright green eyes.

Raya I envision as one of the few survivors of the noble family from Zakuul, with perhaps a smidgeon of Force-sensitivity. Her family had guarded artifacts from the Old Republic Era (the time of Revan in SW:KOTOR to SW:TOR, for reference), and so she was trained in the use of both melee and ranged weapons. She was an energetic child, and a prodigy when it came to most topics, although she worked exceptionally hard to get good at working with starship systems and repairs. The Empire eventually came to Zakuul for those same artifacts, around the time Raya was twelve or fourteen. The planet attempted to fight, and was soon overpowered; however, many managed to take off with the artifacts, hiding them away from Imperial eyes. Raya was captured after one battle, and after some time, forced to watch her father's public execution. This sent her into a blind rage, and before she knew it, the squadron that had been detaining her lay at her feet in pools of blood and missing limbs. Shaken by her own actions, she managed to escape, and spent the next six or eight years bouncing across the galaxy as a freelance agent for hire. However, Raya never worked with the Empire, and even though she made apparently shady deals, it was all in the effort to locate those missing artifacts, which she managed to hide with the aid of the hidden in plain sight Jedi Haja Estree.

Following one lead on the edge of the Outer Rim/Wild Space from their efforts on Tanalorr, Raya comes across the remains of the Rogue Shadow on an unnamed planet, the owner of whom, Galen Marek, has resided in for almost a month. He's full of anger, but her stubbornness, humor, and clear disdain for the Empire manages to convince him that she is an ally and not an enemy. Working together, they leave the planet and attempt to return while being side-tracked by HK-77 picking up old, disconnected transmissions from something ancient - so ancient, in fact, that it could be a cache of artifacts from the time of Revan....

I hope you find this interesting, and if you want more, please feel free to check in for updates on it!

[lootyandbooty]

MEET ME ON THE BATTLEFIELD

Song click here for

Note to Readers: This is a series of short stories I've been wanting to do so I just combined a few things all into this one post. So I hope you enjoy.

No time for rest

No pillow for my head

Nowhere to run from this

No way to forget

Around, the shadows creep

Like friends, they cover me

Just wanna lay me down and finally

Try to get some sleep

The sound of soldier’s filled the encampment preparing for the final showdown. This battle would bring the end of the Sith Empire, and decrease the numbers. It was her final objective. It felt like a lifetime ago; that helpless little girl she once was screaming with her outstretched hands begging for her birth father to save her; but they were both weak.

She had struggled to stay alive for years until she gained power, was accepted as a Sith apprentice. Experimented on because of her bloodlines traced back to Meetra Surik; marked as a vassal for the late Sith Emperor to claim her body once it had evolved to its strongest point; but like all Sith only the strongest can come out on top.

She managed to overcome her fate thanks to so many who saved her, trained her, and showed her a path she never thought was possible. 

The members of the Alliance were stationed all over the planet, the newly formed Revanite order and the Jedi were working side by side under her and Satele Shan. This battle was the former Grand Master’s last fight.

Satele and Jace Malcom had become a part of her life because of Theron Shan, and because of her twins and her and her third born child she’d brought into this world almost a year ago.

She was doing this to give her children a world of peace where Sith were not always causing problems. The same world Revan wanted for his son.

As the shadows around the encampment began to fade with the coming dawn she felt a pair of arms embrace her from behind. The man who came into her life and didn’t turn his back on her, didn’t kill her when he should have.

“You should have got more sleep.” His face was hidden in her neck as he rubbed her shoulders through the robes she was wearing.

“I got enough.” She promised as she raised her hand to stroke his cheek. “One last battlefield and perhaps we can finally have that peace we spoke about long ago.” She turned her head and found a pair of lips meeting hers as she turned around into the embrace that radiated the warmth she craved.

Theron held her close as he broke the kiss, his brown hues peered into her pale lavender orbs. “Then we can begin the next step in your journey to freeing yourself from Valkorion's curse.” He vowed as he had committed to being the vessel to take half her power into his body so that when death took him, it would sever the bond and allow her to finally begin the process of aging and joining him in death.

The rain on Yavin was unforgiving, even after all they endured, fought so hard for; it was all a front to protect ‘them’ from what Revan had been after. He had allowed his anger and rage to keep his body alive to try and finish Valkorion off. To Revan that was all it was; endless fighting. It was what he existed for; or at least that was what he believed when he left his wife over 300 years ago to head into wild space to finish what he started.

No matter how well he covered his tracks Bastila sent Meetra to him.

Meetra Surik; his apprentice; the young girl about to be expelled from the Jedi because nobody would give her a chance. He had taken her and Alec as his apprentices. He had not permitted either of them to have padawan braids to protect them. He made Meetra a hair pin with pieces of metal and added a link and flower petal made of metal. It reminded him of a beautiful pink tree on a planet he had been to once long ago with Kreia.

Even as he lost sight of the Jedi in him and became drawn to the Sith ways, she did not leave him, she did not try to betray him.

Her childlike smile made him protective over her and Alec had made a move once to hurt her and it was that day he sliced off his lower jaw. Meetra was poisoned and at death’s door, but was saved thankfully. He never trusted Alec after that.

To him Meetra was not just an apprentice, she was more. Like a sister or perhaps a daughter he had come to be protective of who dared to get close to her. The day he clipped the last link to her hair pin is when he knew he had to send her away from him.

She was an excellent General; no matter how much he had fallen and become evil; a part of Darth Revan dared not to taint her. She was precious and a light in the darkness for him; someone he was willing to go to great lengths to protect.

Just to preserve her smile.

He knew about Malachor V, how she cut herself off from the force.

I should have been the one to help her, but I was too far gone and because of the Jedi brainwashing me; I forgot her. It made me hate them.

Despise them.

Sometimes I wonder if I did love Bastila Shan, or if humoring her; to continue my line, was really the only use we had for one another.

Satele Shan, Theron Shan.

The last of my bloodline.

Samsara Surik-Rand.

The last of Meetra’s line.

The rain fell harder now as he laid there looking up at the skies, his mask falling to the ground; he saw Samsara drop her lightsaber as she raced the distance between them. He saw for a moment himself as a bitter smile graced his lips. 

It was like history repeating itself.

Instead of Meetra dying it was him and she was running to him.

“Master, you can’t leave me again.” She pleaded getting down to pull him up in her arms as she curled her fingers into his robes. “All this time, I thought you were dead and now you are leaving me again. You promised to stay beside me.” Samsara pleaded as she fought the tears that were threatening to fall.

Revan moved his hand up to her face cupping her cheek. He remembered what she was like when she was brought to him; barely alive, marked as a pawn for Valkorion. He raised her, taught her everything he knew.

She became a daughter to him.

No, she was his family.

She, Meetra, and so many others who once believed in his cause were the reason he chose to be a villain; to protect them.

To give them the future he so desperately wanted them to all have.

“You have grown stronger, you found that reason I spoke of to get stronger.” He glanced at Theron Shan having had people watching them all this time. “Never forget the lessons I taught you. When you came to me all those years ago, I saw a part of me in you and Meetra.” He saw the tears finally spill and smiled as his vision began to blurr he saw Meetra appear behind Samsara.

“Your final battle will not be easy, but I pass the title of Revan to you. You who inherited my will, shall be the one to finish what so many others couldn’t do.” Revan brushed her snowy hair out of her face.

“You were never my child by blood; I do not regret getting the chance to save you, you were the light in the darkness for me when I was lost. Never forget that; my daughter.” His hand slowly dropped away as it landed on the ground.

A gut wrenching sob filled the air as Samsara mourned once again and for the last time Revan’s passing as his body faded away and became one with the living force at long last to join those who had left this world long ago.

We carry on through the storm

Tired soldiers in this war

Remember what we're fighting for

Meet me on the battlefield

While others celebrated a victory; others were withdrawn and reflecting on what they had failed to do. Two souls in agony; how many innocent lives did they hear through the force cry out in agony as they died a horrible death.

A planet ruined by war.

Jedi can only do so much until they break.

The Jedi code is flawed.

“Stay with me, please.” He gripped the sleeve of her singed robes.

“We have to report what happened.” She whispered, still trying to process everything as her mind and body was reeling still from the blast.

As the last of the sunlight faded in their shared room he tugged with enough force to pull her back to him. He drew his arms tightly around her. Why did her presence in the force feel warm, almost welcoming and soothing to him?

He shouldn’t do it; but he couldn’t stop himself. He needed to make sure this was real; that SHE was real. His face hid in the nape of her neck inhaling her scent.

“Anakin--” 

“Please.” He hugged her tighter from behind.

“We shouldn’t.”

“Fuck the Jedi Code, even you are hurting, you heard it the worst. I remember how you were on the verge of losing consciousness. I remember how attuned to the force you were. Just this once please…” He begged.

Silence lingered between them for what felt like ages. “Just once.” She agreed as she turned her head and met his lips allowing him to lead, the need to have physical contact to know they were alive was a strange burning desire.

Yet it would never be once.

The need to be one and a forbidden affair lasted for six months. 

Even on the darkest night

I will be your sword and shield, your camouflage

And you will be mine

“You are a fool, she is too good for you.” Kreia’s harsh tone cut through Atton like a vibro blade.

“I may be the fool, but I’m not so much a fool that I can see right through your sith ways.” Atton’s words fired back; he had been under Darth Revan once, killed and tortured Jedi, but the female Jedi he once tortured saved him from being found out he was force sensitive.

He had feelings for Meetra since she walked into his cell block in nothing but her underwear. She looked beautiful even if she was a walking wound in the force and even as she opened him to it; he felt that wound closing around her.

“I’m sure she would not look at you the same if she knew of this fool's past.” Kreia moved close to him so her presence was so close it was taking everything in him to not lift his blaster and put it to her head and pull the trigger.

“She isn’t like you, and she doesn’t push to get deep into our pasts. Leave her alone, you old hag. Maybe I should tell her what your plans are.” Atton dared to get close so his brown eyes could look at her and even as he stood there he could see it behind the brown hood. “Ugly, the outside matches the inside.” 

As Atton saw what she was hiding she raised her hand and lifted him into the air force choking him. “Revan might have failed to kill you, but I won’t.” She started to increase the pressure prepared to kill him to hide the truth longer.

Bao-Dur had secretly been listening in on the conversation and knew if he didn’t act the Exile would slip back to where she was; it didn’t take a blind man to see she had feelings for Atton Rand.

Even if he was a Jedi Killer; but then again; how many had he killed in the war?

“If you kill him she will never forgive you. Let him go now.” He ordered raising his hand to use the force to wrap around Atton’s throat to fight off Kreia’s hold.

Kreia dropped Atton to the ground and moved past the fool and paused near Bao-Dur. “I would get rid of you all to preserve her if I could. “None of you will leave this ship, Dantoonie is her test. I’m sure the other two are slowly making their way here even as we speak.” Kreia left them referring to Darth Nihilus and Darth Sion.

Echoes and the shots ring out

We may be the first to fall

Everything can stay the same, or we could change it all

Meet me on the battlefield

We're standing face to face

With our own human race

The events between the Revanite Order and The Jedi were brought to an end and so did 500 years of peace. Sith invaded the friendly event with the intent to kill as many as they could; including the one who was over 500 years old. 

The Heir of Revan’s will.

Samsara found herself frozen in place as the Revanites were fighting to shield her, but she felt helpless, her old body could no longer fight anymore. Her end was near and her only concern was her great grandchildren and their parents' safety.

As the pale lavender orbs looked up she saw a Sith Lord moving towards them with those demonic yellow and red eyes, but they were thrown from them by a Jedi. “Master Shan, we need to get you out of here.” The Jedi Grand Master spoke trying to get her to move.

“Not without my family.” Her old voice was haggard now.

“The children were already taken by my padawan to your ship. The HK unit is guarding them; he informed me. If you fall here, your death will only encourage the Sith to grow. You might be old, but you are still a prominent figure even 500 years after your time.” The woman spoke aiding the Revanites in protecting its now former grand-master.

However as Samsara was being led towards the ship where the children were she stumbled losing her footing as she landed on the ground and felt it through the force, the death of her own. Her old heart throbbing as she struggled to ignore it, no amount of training as a Sith, taught by Jedi as well could push off the stress of a heart attack.

How she got to the ship that day she barely remembered it, it was a blur, she had two young children; the last of her and Theron’s line to protect. She remembered using the force, and using it to strive off the pain, but as soon as they jumped into hyperspace she only uttered one word to HK-55; Yavin.

The darkness engulfed her as she collapsed on the floor suffering a heart attack.

When she came to, she was on Yavin and HK-55 informed her her meat bag body was not going to last much longer.

Samsara spent the next 8 years preparing the twins for a world without her, a world without their parents and where the Sith now lurked. She used the forbidden power of the Surik line to leech life off animals to prolong her life.

When the children became of age, she celebrated their birthday one last time and made her way to the terrace where Theron proposed to her once; as she had HK-55 help her sit down she found herself looking up at the moon.

“HK-55, if a time should ever come and an heir might remain of my line. Please help them. This is my final order I give to you tonight, my old friend.” She looked at the HK unit and smiled.

“Statement: I shall do my best to honor your wishes Master.” The droid knew by the life signs his system was detecting she was due to perish any moment.

“Thank you HK-55.” She allowed her head to move from him as she rested her head against the cool marble slab. Her eyes were heavy, but she was not afraid. 

She would be with Theron again.

Closing her eyelids she appeared to be asleep, but soon the rise and fall of her chest ceased and so did her heart.

As her body faded away and became one with the living force, two lightsabers and a chain with two wedding bands rested upon the pile of robes.

We commit the sins again, and our sons and daughters pay

Our tainted history is playing on repeat

But we could change it if we stand up strong and take the lead

When I was younger, I was named

A generation unafraid

For the heirs to come, be brave

And meet me on the battlefield

“You don’t have to do this.” Theron stood in front of his wife as tomorrow they would be putting an end to Zakuul and the Eternal Fleet that had gone off on its own attacking cities. 

“I have to, if I do not I have a feeling we’ll be next. Plus this is something I need to do, Theron.” She looked up at him as her fingers curled in his. “Revan would have done it and I will finish what he started.” She vowed.

Brown eyes stared at her intently, “Don’t you think that is what Valkorion wants? Something has been bothering me since you went off on your sidequest with my mother. I won’t deny you’ve grown stronger, but what if he does it again? The day I had a chance to kill you, I saw what he did to you and he nearly broke you.”

“I’m not that weak girl anymore. I have a reason even now to fight.” She drew his palm to her stomach and looked at Theron without blinking. Her pale lavender eyes with the amber ring glowed with warmth. “I’m with, child.” She smiled. “Twins in-fact.”

Theron was caught off guard as he heard the statement and felt a range of emotions course through him as she drew her into his embrace tightly. 

He didn’t want his wife to go off and fight without him, but to know this right now was not the surprise bomb he was expecting. The range of emotions he felt made him hold her tighter. “Be careful please.” He wanted a world where their future family could live in peace without war, without the Sith causing problems.

To know he was going to be a father moments before the siege to take back Zakuul was a lot to sink in but they had jobs to do.

“I don’t suppose I could, you know, let my father know when this is all over.” He chuckled.

She snorted at his remark knowing he was trying to pull in his excitement. “I guess that means I have to let Satele know, well if she doesn’t already. Your mother is creepy by the way in that regard. However, yes. You can let Jace Malcom know.” She began to try to draw back but Theron surprised her by picking her up and spinning her around in a circle earning a laugh out of her as he drew her back for one last kiss.

“You go down there and show everyone you are not the monster Valkorion made you out to be. Hero, Savior, not a conqueror or villain.”

Even on the darkest night

I will be your sword and shield, your camouflage

And you will be mine

Echoes and the shots ring out

We may be the first to fall

Everything can stay the same, or we could change it all

Just how much longer would this war go on for?

The Clone Wars felt like they would never end, how many more Jedi did they have to watch die? How many more innocent lives had to suffer?

Just what was the purpose of all of it?

Senator Atris Shan of Dantoonie had her hands collapsed in front of her as she could feel the eyes of Mace Windu looking into her. “If you and Master Yoda agree she is ready for the Knight Trials, please take her to Rakata Prime. Based on the evidence you have submitted over the years, the dreams she speaks of to you; has led me to concur she is the heriness reborn.

Revan’s Final Apprentice and the last of Meetra Surik’s bloodline. 

“If she was reborn, wouldn’t Theron Shan have joined her as well? Isn’t it documented that she split her power in half?” Mace questioned looking at the Senator, despite how harsh she came across to many; she gave the Jedi access to the crystal caves on Dantooine and her family guarded them closely.

“That is what we have suspected based on what was left of the old Sith Spell she used before destroying it. However we have no idea who Theron was reborn as, a part of me thinks it could be Anakin Skywalker. Isn’t the events of his birth out of the norm and they were born only months apart.” Atris pointed out.

“Everything about Skywalker doesn’t make sense. His count and Samsara’s though are almost even. Anytime we place them on a mission we notice a difference between them in the force, when they are separated Anakin falls back to his doubts, with her at his side he is free of them.” Windu didn’t hate Skywalker, hate was a strong word, he just felt Kenobi was not the right Master for him. If he had not had Samsara and was training her, he might have taken him. He had thought of switching his apprentice with Skywalker for a short time and letting her go to Master Kenobi, but he was protective of her and knew a sudden change wouldn’t be well. Kenobi was more fluid and he did not want her to lose sight of what he taught her.

“Do not be hard on yourself, Master Windu. My daughter thieves because you took her and gave her a chance. You cannot fix everything and we all have wounds. I still regret letting that child go that I brought into this world. Just as I know you cannot forget what your former apprentice did to you.” Atris smiled, “I hold no ill will towards you for being unable to stop her from killing my mother.” She stood moving across the room and pressed her thumb to a hidden panel and allowed a vault to open.

As she entered a number she revealed the contents within that were Revanite Order relics. Picking up an old starmap she locked the contents back up hiding it and moved back over to stand before Mace Windu who rises to accept the item she handed him.

“On Rakata Prime lies the lightsabers of the members and founders of the Eternal Alliance and echoes in crystal shards ‘she’ left behind to help her out if a day came and she was reborn where we would need Revan once more.

“Watch her from a distance, feel for the conflict, you have seen the chained doors in her mind. She is not a new soul, she was reborn.” Atris was certain beyond a doubt who her daughter was; as long as this Sith Lord lurked in the shadows they would be at war and she without the force could only do so much; but if Revan could rise again they might stand a chance to bring an end to the Sith.

Mace took the device and slid it into his inner robes. “I shall do so, but I hold the final say if she passes or not. I know her feelings better than you.” Mace didn’t mean to state his words harshly, but it was the truth.

Atris smiled, the sadness transparent in her eyes. “I know, I gave her to the Jedi for her best chance to surrieve. No matter how much I regret it, it was the right decision to make.” She took a step back and bowed her head. “I look forward to hearing how things go upon your return.” Atris turned and went to attend to other matters.

One of them being a meeting with Chancellor Palpatine which she was not looking forward to. Something about the man left her on her guard around him at all times.

Meet me on the battlefield, ooh

Oooh-ooh

We carry on through the storm

Tired soldiers in this war

Remember what we're fighting for

Meet me on the battlefield

Even on the darkest night

I will be your sword and shield, your camouflage

And you will be mine

Echoes and the shots ring out

We may be the first to fall

The sound of lightsabers clashed as Vader stood tall restored to his prime before Obi-Wan ruined him, the figure standing before him dressed in the armor of Darth Revan was poised with a purple and pink lightsaber waiting to strike. Dirt still filling the air as he had been surprised by an attack.

Samsara-No Revan, was intent on killing him.

He wouldn’t kill her, he couldn’t. 

Padme was gone, there was no reason he couldn’t have her now.

He used her old bloodline to make him whole so she wasn’t afraid of the half-machine and half-man that he was. Yet, she ran from him. He had given her everything, lavish gowns, he wanted her as his Empress.

She offered to give him what Padme failed and it was that weakness she exploited and used to get him to give her more freedoms and she ran away. Making the Eternal Alliance to block his attempts to make the Sith Empire strong like it was so long ago.

“Samsara, if you stop all this right now, we can forget about what your people did and I can give you the galaxy.” He promised as he extended his hand out to her.

The fabric moved as she craned her masked face at him, making her look abnormal. Her robes and armor hid the body and face he desired to make his again. “Samsara Shan died over 20 years ago, only Revan exists.” She stated.

The woman who loved Anakin Skywalker died with him the day he betrayed the Jedi.

Murdered her Master, her mother.

Taking away so many things she would never have answers to.

Raising a hand she began to allow large rocks to rise into the air, “The galaxy will be purged of the Sith once more and I will start with you Lord Vader.” She began raining down large boulders and rocks on him.

Vader smirked hearing her words, “How is that the Jedi Way? You speak as a Sith also.” He mocked seeing her power, feeling the darkness whispering to her. “How much are you falling?” He mocked as he raised his red lightsaber, cutting down the large rocks coming at him, since he restored himself; he was once more powerful.

No longer a pawn and a monster Sidious used.

“Nowhere near as close as you.” She didn’t stop her assault with the large debris being thrown at him.

“Really? I would love to see what that mask hides.” He was so close, he could almost smell the faint traces of the scent she used for her hair.

As he cleaved through the final rock he brought his lightsaber down between her blades. “Show me ‘Revan’ what evil lurks inside you.” He raised her hand and with the power of the force and a flick of his wrist the mask of Revan fell away to reveal more than an amber ring around her eyes. A grin slid across his lips seeing how this ‘war’ with him was driving her to despair.

His own tainted eyes gleaming with mirth as he couldn’t help but laugh and jerked his blade back driving her to the edge of the cliffs behind her. “Hypocrite just like the Jedi, you spoke of how you worked so long ago to never stray from your path and look at you, rotting away just like me!” His words jolted her to her senses as the Jedi in her stirred and that color he had seen faded.

The Rage inside of her was pushed out of control as she couldn’t keep up with him. “I am not a Sith!” She snapped trying to fight back on Vader’s assaults.

“Oh, but you once were in the past; Samsara Surik-Rand.” He drove his blades down harder knocking her with enough force to make her lose her pink lightsaber and used the force to throw her back to the ledge. Picking up her pink lightsaber he ignited it.

“Just as I, Theron Shan held no connection to the force until you filled my dying body with the evil that prevented you from dying like everyone else.” A cold malicious smile filled his face as the horror and shock stunned her.

“Don’t die on your way down. I want to play with you before I break you Sam.” He moved both the blades slicing the thin ledge off sending Revan down into the raven knowing she wouldn’t die, but she would be hurt making it hard for any means to escape or defend herself from him.

Everything could stay the same, 

or we could change it all (we could change it all)

Meet me on the battlefield

Meet me on the battlefield (we could change it all)

[kick-girl]

“That desperate to be close to me, Revan?” Malak taunted.

“Hardly,” Revan responded coldly, without looking at him.

“You’re wearing my color,” he leaned into her space, looking at her intently. “I’m flattered.”

***

This is the chapter where Revan is forced to wear a dress that she hates. YAY!!!

Man, I've been having a blast writing this silly thing. I hope you guys will read it and enjoy it. Chapter 5 is already done, but I figured I should save it for tomorrow! I'm excited! Til then! 💖