Female Revan

Serena Kae awoke in a hospital room much like every other. A little nicer perhaps, but still obviously institutional. The windows were blocked by heavy drapes, but a slender bar of light managed to peek through, falling on the form of a young girl snoozing in a chair. Her body was folded in on itself, and there was no way she could be comfortable.

Odie, you can’t help them now.  But there are others that you can help.  The Force is closing this chapter and opening a new one for you.

The Sith officer turned his rifle to the Duros now, who fell into a terrified silence. “That’s how we Sith deal with smartass aliens! Now you get up against the wall before I lose my temper, again!”

Drew me a picture, I did.

Someone was subverting the swoop garage security matrix from a nearby terminal!

“What the...” Phlinch stared shock at the five people crowded around the terminal in question. Phlinch wasn't surprised that the infiltrators could subvert the Vulkar security matrix, it was older than dirt and easy to slave. He was just shocked to find that he could name three of the five people. The whiny waitress from upstairs, Mission Vao—the Beks' favorite mascot, and her furry protector, Zaalbar.

“Obviously, they're here for the accelerator,” Phlinch muttered under his breath. “Gadon Thek. Might'a known the old Bek wouldn't take Brejik's thievin' lying down.”

The Star Forge... Malak... Love... Can all these things be connected in the same story? Can things still be good?

It had been a few months since Kreia’s death on MalachorV when I finally left for the Unknown Regions.

Five years after the destruction of the Star Forge, and Revan has been hiding with Carth and their daughter from Sith remnants. Post-KotOR AU.

“To say that Revan’s little undercover operation is dangerous would be a pretty severe understatement, Padawan.”

Visas nodded as she walked next to Master Jolee Bindo. The side of her face under her veil was growing hot and itchy in the sunlight through the western windows of the Jedi Temple. While the Council had said as much when she had informed them of Celyn Onasi’s second vision, they had not reached any conclusion. And while they had also said they needed more time to formulate a position on what Visas had told them, Master Bindo had other ideas.

Dustil had grown to hate the Republic and everything it stood for. They claimed to be democratic and protect freedom, but all he had seen was slavery.  Sure, they called it a career. They called it duty and honor. But it was flat out slavery. Slavery to a faulty ideal. How could his father not see that the “freedom” he fought to protect only gave people the freedom to be cruel and wage war against each other? War that left children as orphans and wives as widows. Even if then men who fought weren’t already dead.

Sequel to Beautiful Darkness. Part Three.

I heard Canderous snort from behind me. “I guess you have this under control,” he stated as he left the room, but not before flashing Mission a knowing grin. “Good luck, kid.”

“If you lose everything as well as your emotional attachment to those things, was it ever really lost?”

The darkness is my own, my rightful claim. The darkness is all, and I am its harbinger...

Carth marks a special day.

Viza didn’t move from her bed. Perhaps she realized she didn’t have the strength to stand just yet. “I guess I owe you my life,” she said quietly. “Thanks.”

Nirubu yawned.

Too late she saw the lightsaber in his left hand, a lightsaber she had crafted for him. The snap-hiss of the blade echoed in her ears, and the heat from the viridian beam made the skin on her neck blister painfully. He held it mere centimeters from her skin. 

Revan carries many scars, some more prominent than others.

You know how people feel the need to do the game plot over with their own original twists? Yeah, I’m doing that. F!Revan and M!Revan – you’ll see.

She thought she'd made the final decision as to who she was. But when faced with the darkness of the Star Forge, Mariana finds herself wanting some proof . . .

Hers was to be a tragic tale of redemption, which was to be purchased only through the ultimate sacrifice. Yet the Universe thought differently. Her life was now a book opened to a blank page, and she feared taking up a pen to resume the tale. These pages made no promise as to whether the words written upon them would lead to happiness or to tragedy.

So this is it- the bitter end. Revan and the Exile, Talon Wrek face each other one last time on her flagship, beyond the outer Rim.

wow this piece is like 2 years old or something

it was to big for the scanner thats why its cut off...

enjoy ^^

She just couldn't wait any longer...

Action in the Lower City!

Post KOTOR II one-shot

There is a room beneath the Enclave, well guarded and secure. And there they keep a woman who should be dead, who claims to know the truth of Renna Drake.

"As you have told me, an identity was implanted into you that allowed you a second chance, the ability to forge a new path," he said with little inflection. "And through this, you returned to the light side casting off the darkness that made you as I knew you. But I ask you this, if they gave you a new identity, then perhaps they didn't give you the choice of taking a path in the Force but implanted, subliminally, the desire to seek the path the Jedi Council wanted from you?  Maybe they made you return to the light."

Sequel to Beautiful Darkness. Revan always knew the Star Forge wouldn't
be the end. With it and Malak destroyed, she's on the most important,
and most dangerous, mission of her life. LSFRevan/Carth.

My first attempt at my vision of Revan