Author: Red Ace PM
KOTOR AU! If Malak really succeeded in his plot to kill Darth Revan, who would step up to led the galaxy's famous crew of misfits? Revised. First Version accidentally deletedRated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Adventure - Chapters: 2 - Words: 9,622 - Reviews: 4 - Follows: 2 - Published: 01-29-07 - id: 3367836
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A/N: Heya! First Chapter REVISED!!!!! Well, honestly I was rereading some of the story and I decided on something: some of this stuff is going to come back and bite me with a plot hole, and gentle reader, I'm not so big on big plot holes. So I added some banter and things, changed some stuff I didn't like. And so I ask you, please reread the chapters and tell me what you think, if you want to. I'm just trying to make it a little better than the current spurts of late night typing before I drifted off to slumber, so please do not hesitate to tell me how wrong I did something. Yeah, I know this is for fun, but I also want to work on the weak points my writing ability, such as details or lack thereof. Oh, and sorry this is kinda late. Life decided to kick me in the kidneys for awhile because it was fun. You can read that as lots of work and my new hatred for the Latin language (I'm just so happy it's dead). Plus I accidently deleted the story, so I have to apologize for that. Sorry.
For any new readers: Darth Revan is dead. As in the doornail kind of dead. Malak killed Revan when he opened fire on her ship, when Bastilla was doing the whole Jedi trap thing. Glad you've caught up.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, nada, zip, zilch. Well, maybe some pocket lint, but seriously don't sue me for it. Star Wars and KOTOR is Lucas and Bioware's. So not mine. I kinda own my Revan and Mason, who appear later, but just their personalities I think. I didn't invent their character concepts.
Also this is rated TEEN. Use your own judgment.
Chapter 1: It's a beginning…
The Endar Spire shook as the Sith fired upon it. All hands were rushing to the bridge, as the Comm System called "Enemy boarding." The alarms started screaming to alert the entire crew of the Republic ship. In a crew sleeping quarters, a woman's eyes shot open as someone entered the room.
"We have to get moving the Endar Spire is under attack!" He nearly yelled. "Quickly, grab your gear and let's go!"
"Simpleton." The woman sneered as she rose and collected her effects. The woman had ice blue eyes. They were cold and cruel. She had shoulder length dark hair, almost as dark and space. Her face gave way to no emotion and she was at least a head shorter than the man.
"I'm Trask Ulgo, your bunkmate here on the Endar Spire. Come on, we have to go help Bastilla." He spoke as if he was reciting a passage in a classroom, paying her no heed.
"Simpering child." The woman hissed. She started moving forward towards Trask.
"She's the key to the Republic War Effort. Well, her and her Battle Meditation." Trask explained. "But enough about that. I've heard about you. They say-"
"Enough!" She interrupted him. She spoke with great authority, as if she was used to commanding large groups instead of being a member of a group commanded. Anyone could tell this woman was no soldier. "Now, you pathetic moron, stop jabbering that gapping hole you call a mouth and open the door. It's locked."
"The ship has been under lockdown ever since the Sith boarded a little while ago. Lucky for us I have the code, huh?" He said as he unlocked the door. "Let's get on our way." She walked past him paying no heed to his urgings to move forward. The pair moved on when there was a beeping coming from Trask. A man's voice spoke and informed them to go to the bridge.
"That was Carth Onasi." Trask said stopping to speak with her. The woman kept moving and passed her partner, Trask turned and kept speaking. "He has a lot of experience and if he says things are bad, you'd better believe it." The woman said nothing and kept walking ahead to the intersection. There, a shoot out between Sith Commandos and Republic Troops was under way. The Republic forces were gunned down without much of a fight.
"It's one of the boarding parties! FOR THE REPUBLIC!" Trask yelled as he charged forward and started firing.
"Imbecile." The woman kept walking forward ignored by the firing Sith who blocked their way. She stretched out her hand and the Sith fell dead. The two moved forward to the bridge. On the way to the bridge they encountered two Jedi engaged in battle. The two stopped, Trask in hopes for getting her help. The woman seemed amused by the situation. The Light-Sided Jedi defeated her Dark counter-part, and turned to regard the pair. The woman cocked her head as the Jedi opened her mouth to speak. A panel behind the Jedi exploded killing her instantly. They continued to the bridge.
They reached the bridge only to be greeted by a larger boarding party than they encountered before. The woman stepped between the Sith and Trask. They bowed deeply to her, as she continued forward decapitating each of them with her vibroblade. Trask's comm. link beeped and the man informed them Bastilla's ("Spineless worm.") escape pod had left, and that was where they needed to go next.
On their way to the escape pod, they both stopped. Something was coming. A door opened and revealed another Dark Jedi.
"Damn! A Dark Jedi!" Trask cursed. "I'll try to hold him off; you get to the escape pods!" He charged after his opponent and the door closed behind him."
"Must I be surrounded by the Insolent Whelp and her fools." The woman sighed and continued towards the escape pods. There were a couple groups of Sith in her way before another message came in but they kneeled before her and fell into a pool of their own blood.
"This is Carth Onasi on your personal communicator. I'm tracking your position through the Endar Spire's life support systems. Bastilla's ("Inept mewling.") escape pod is away. I can't wait much longer; you have to get to the escape pods now! But be careful. There's a Sith patrol just down the corridor. I had to lock myself in the Pod Bay, but I'll open it for you after you take care of those Sith. "
The woman ignored him and continued to the corridor that led to the escape pods. She walked to the Pod Bay door and the Sith withered in her wake. The door opened and she stood face to face with the man called Carth Onasi.
"You made it! Come on, we'll have to share this pod. We can hide out on the planet below." He said as he started to climb into the pod. The woman caught his shoulder.
"Ladies first. One mustn't forget their manners, no matter how desperate the situation." The woman lightly reprimanded. "It separates us from the Lessers in life." The stunned Onasi man stood back to let her get seated. He started in again smiling at the woman, happy to be leaving with their lives. His face met with the bottom of her boot. He stumbled backwards and the woman closed the hatch and launched the pod.
"Fool." She smiled as she set back and watched as The Endar Spire exploded.
Thump, thump, thump! The woman sat. Thump, thump, thump! Someone was banging on a door. The woman sighed. "Must I be interrupted at every turn? Can't I enjoy the fruits of my labor just once before someone interrupts?! Well?" she asked impatiently. "Aren't you going to get that?!"
In the darkened bedroom of a Tarisian apartment, a figure shot up in bed and panted. There was a pounding at the apartment's door. It wiped its brow and walked over to the room's only window and opened its blinds. It was evening and the Tarisian sun was almost set. The light colored the walls and the inhabitant's meager possessions (mostly clothes, which were still packed into duffel bags) and giving the Spartan décor a rainbow of shades each deeper than the last. The inhabitant, a young human female, wiped the sweat from her brow as she shakily walked to the common room to answer the door.
She thought back to her dream as she walked, but the details were fading quickly. It felt so real, almost like the vision. Was that me? By the time she reached the door, she had already forgotten her dream; the only remnant was the word "fool" echoing in her ears.
"Who is it and what do you want?" she called out.
"Geez!" A male voice answered her in Basic. "Who do you think it is? Who else visits you is this crappy apartment building?"
"What do you know: a fool in the flesh." She whispered to herself with a smirk. "What do you want?" she shot back.
"Well, for starters you to open this door and let me in. Honestly, I don't think this is the way yer supposed to treat friends. Gilly the Gizka says you should hug your friends everyday to show them how much ya love 'em."
"Mason, please stop watching those stupid kiddie shows." She greeted as she opened her door. The door opened revealing a young, yellowish-green twi'lek. He was around six feet tall, and towered over her. He was lean and wiry, with a crooked grin gracing his face. He wore a grey tunic with a black vest, black pants that blended with his boots, and carried a bag that smelled delicious.
"No can do. Gilly's the only thing I know of that scares the crap outta you." He quipped as he entered.
"You know, one day when he snaps and eats all those little kids, I'm gonna be sayin' I told ya so." She looked at the bag. "And what have I told you about bringing your business into my home?
Mason laughed. "But I, Mason Monroe, Deliverer Extraordinaire have business at this residence. Brought ya breakfast". He winked. "Well, to most it's dinner, but you ain't yer average human, huh?" His grin faltered. "Hey. You ok?"
"Super, wonderful, peachy even." the human asked rubbing her face and walking to the kitchen. She was around 5'5 with long honey colored hair with golden highlights. She had ice blue eyes that stared out slightly bleary eyed. She was pale, but partly because of the dream. "So, what 'cha got for my dining pleasure this evening?"
"Revan!" he warned. "Don't you lie to me. You're paler than a rakghoul. Maybe you shouldn't work Javyar's tonight." He paused in thought for a moment, "Ya know what? I think I'll forbid it…" He handed her a small covered bowl. "Now eat up. I pulled some strings with Kamo and got some nerf stew at a greatest discount ever: free." Taking the bowls out and placing them on a small table between a couch and a large holo screen.
"I'm going to work. I have to. It's pay day." She spoke in a tone that, at least for her, concluded the discussion. She looked at Mason incredulously and added. "And where do you get off forbidding me? Seriously, my friend, this ain't the Golden Twi'leki Empire. That fell long ago. Well, technically it merged with the Republic, but you…" She shook her fist at him. "Besides what would Gilly the Gizka say?" she mocked.
Mason clicked his tongue. "Speaking of Gilly, I have something for you…" He walked over to where she stood and threw his arms around her. "I love and appreciate you, my dear bestest friend Revan! And so does Gilly!"
"Mason, get off of me before I have to hurt you and kill Gilly. Come ta think of it, I am gonna kill Gilly, but I'll be nice out of respect for the dead and still give you a chance."
"Fair enough." Mason laughed and released her. "But seriously, ya sure yer okay?"
"Eh, I'll survive. I'm good at that." She shrugged grabbing two spoons and plopping down on the couch. "Hey, I've got a question for you."
"Shoot." He replied handing her a bowl and sitting down next to her.
"Have I ever been in hyperspace or did I ever mention anything about dying my hair?" She asked taking off the lid ad raising an eyebrow slightly.
"Damn, Rev. You have the worst memory of any sentient I know. Now, I might not be the best at mathematical calculations, but last I checked that was two questions." Revan scoffed at him and gave him her best 'just answer the question, dammit' look. Mason continued sarcastically. "Well, you weren't born on Taris, so I'm gonna venture and say: yeah, you've traveled in hyperspace."
"No, you idiot." Revan sighed. "I meant like on a trip or something."
"Why? You didn't just happen across a, uh… a couple of tickets to… oh, I don't know… Nar Shaddaa or… someplace maybe? By chance?" Mason asked as haphazardly.
"Umm, no." Revan raised an eyebrow. "Why would I find tickets to Nar Shaddaa in my apartment?"
"No reason. None at all." Mason cleared his throat and mumbled a 'Damn it.'
"Why would there be tickets to Nar Shaddaa in my apartment, Mason?" Revan asked warningly.
"No reason! Don'tcha believe me, Revy?"
"No, and don't call me that. I hate that nickname." Revan stuck out her tongue in disgust. "Now why-"
"Because I lost them someplace!" Mason groaned. "Last week there was a pazaak tourney there and I sent in an entry and I got picked to compete. I paid the entry fee an' I bought tickets to go to the moon an' a ticket fer in the audience and I lost it okay? I've been looking it ever since." He drooped his head. "All those beautiful creds down the drain."
"Aww, poor Mace. Who were you going to take?"
"You said you had a couple of tickets…"
"I don't know. I had a few girls dieing to go with me. Just had to pick which one would look better on my arm and would comfort me in my deepest sorrow if by some fluke I lost."
"You're such a hutt." Revan rolled her eyes.
Mason nodded and continued. "Now as for your other question, I didn't forget the hair thing ya know, you haven't mentioned anything about that to me. Why do you want to know? You love your hair. You keep saying: Aw, come on. I get better tips as a blonde." He finished in a falsetto voice and batted his eyes.
"That's not fair! I don't do that!" she scoffed throwing a spoon at his head. "And I do get better tips."
"Hey! No throwing!" He caught the spoon and shook it at her. "And no you don't. Bunni does with her "insufferable 'i'. Oh and don't forget, her blind naïve-ity." Revan glared at him and shoved a spoon full of stew into her mouth. Mason just smirked knowing he won. "Oh, and the fact she flirts with anyone, especially swoop jocks."
"I hate you."
"And I love yooouuuu!" Mason baby talked. "Anywhoo, back to the matter at hand: why didja ask?"
"It doesn't matter."
"Don't you get pouty with me, girly."
"Why? Are ya gonna forbid me again?" Revan chuckled.
"You know, I come over here to do a good thing; I make sure you eat, I give you a little self worth, and this is what get in return: mockery and insults. What a world, I tell ya. No respect fer the good guy…"
"Aw, I'm sorry, Mason. Didja know you forgot hatred?"
"What a frakkin' world…" Mason grumbled shoving a big spoonful into his mouth.
"Aww, don't you get pouty either." Mason snorted. Revan bit her lip in thought. "Would you feel better if I told you I knew what happened to your tickets?"
"You found them?!" Mason perked up.
"Well, not exactly." Revan hesitated. "Umm, ya see, one of the girls down in Javyar's was telling me the other day about how some drunk guy, drunk but very cute guy gave her some tickets to Nar Shaddaa and a ticket to the tourney there, so she took her boyfriend-"
"Did I mention she thought you were cute? Like the cutest and nicest and sweetest guy ever? And she really liked you but had a boyfriend who went to the tourney, while she went to a spa? It saved her relationship so she was really thankful." Revan cleared her throat. "Did- Did I mention she thought you were cute no matter how drunk you were?"
"All my beautiful credits…" Mason moaned. He shook his head and looked at Revan. "So she thought I was cute?"
Revan grinned. "If it hadn't saved her relationship, she would have been all over you."
"I guess I could live with that."
"It does give you hope for the future."
Mason nodded. "Oh, I almost forgot." Mason took a small box out of his pocket. "Happy Birthday!"
"My birthday was last year."
"But you have another coming up."
"Not for several standard months."
"Then who has a birthday coming up?" Revan pursed her lips and shook her head. "What?"
"Maybe," Revan rubbed her chin in mock thought. "Oh, I don't know, someone named Mission Vao? I think you know her. Small, blue, twi'lek."
"Oh, Force!" Mason slapped his forehead. "I can't give this to Mission! What are you getting her, maybe we can split it."
"I'm paying a fee to the Government 'Nobles,' so she and Big Z can move up to the Upper City and live with me." She repeated exasperated. She lost count of how many times she had told him that. "And how many times do I have to tell you: if you can't give it to Mission, don't give it to me… unless if it's Tarisian Ale… or maybe a little Juma. But if that's the case, then thank you, Mason. It will be a very happy birthday indeed." She grinned and snatched the box and gave it a little shake.
"It's not your birthday." Mason grabbing the box back. "Besides, now that you're looking better, you have to get ready for work."
Revan shook her head. "Not 'til later. I'm just dancing today. I don't have to wait the tables."
"Yep! And I don't have to work for a week after tonight. Now before you say: Well, why ever not, Revan, you super intelligent and most stunningly beautiful sentient you. Allow me to clear up that foggy matter for you."
"Oh, honey, you forgot modest." Mason quipped dryly; then added as an afterthought. "And the fact that I don't care."
"Har, har. You know you're curious. I got off for the Swoop opener." Mason applauded and she curtseyed. "I know; a trying feat indeed. But as you can see, Mason Monroe isn't the only one with an extra pazaak deck up his sleeve."
"I don't cheat at pazaak!"
"And!" Revan continued too happy to care if she offended his pazaak skills. "Samir, you know Samir, she has some sort of personal business, and you know Javyar. He doesn't like us dancing with the others. 'Makes bad for business.'" She imitated in a low voice and shrugged.
Mason nodded thoughtfully. "Who's Samir?"
"You know Samir. You love Samir. You won't stop hitting on Samir."
"Yeah, that doesn't narrow it down."
"Lekku!" Revan yelled. "As in: Legs and Lekku! As in: 'Javyar's Greatest Dancing Pair: Legs and Lekku! Comprised of a human and twi'lek!' Apparently his best dancers, which started the phrase 'legs or lekku?!'"
"Oh, Lekku…" Mason nodded donning a lecherous smile. "How's she doin'?" Revan groaned and threw her empty bowl at him. "Hey, I just told you no throwing!"
"It's my apartment."
"In a building full of aliens. Oh and not to mention owned by a man who owes me. So if someone 'accidentally' mentions something to someone, tell me how that would look to the Sith? Yeah, see me, I'm thinkin' not so good. Republic Spy maybe?"
"I really hate you. You know that right?"
"Yeah, yeah." Mason shrugged nonchalantly. "So you wanna split?"
"Don't give me that fake stupidity. I'm not some lonely spacer, ya know!"
"No seriously. I have no clue what you're talking about. Split what?
"Mission's gift of life on the surface."
"Get your own gift! I'm the one who's paying for it all!"
"Fine!" Mason crossed his arms and added, "But just so ya know, Mission probably won't like your gift."
"She will too!"
"Will too! You're just jealous."
"Nope, and she won't. Now get dressed, so you can go jiggle your goods for a bunch of drunkards."
"You have such a way with words." Revan rolled her eyes and went back to her bedroom.
"Yep and you have my favorite job. I even might come by to watch. Not you, of course. You lack Lekku's… 'assets.'"
"You sexist Gamorrian!" Revan screamed.
"Now you're resorting to name calling?" Mason fake gasped. "I'm shocked, I really am."
"You're a horny little Devarronian, is what you are!"
"And yer a stick with nothin' up top." Mason laughed, running a hand over one of his lekku.
"You know, I might not be a great beauty, but I've got all the bits: eyes, nose, mouth, no hideously disfiguring scars; but you, you're just a petty thug!"
"Hey, I'm a business opportunist!"
"You're a cantina rat!"
"So are you! Not to mention a cantina dancer!" A boot flew out of the bedroom towards him, but missed. "Missed!" Mason called out laughing.
"You know, just because Ihave a legal job…"
"Rev, Sweetie. I love ya like a sister, you know that. Force, you and Mission are like my family. But honey, you really need to stop talking now."
"Why, Mason!" Revan feigned shock as she left her room ready for work. She had regained her light peach color, but it was made up with rouge and other colors so she wouldn't pale under the spotlights. She had her hair pulled back into a high pony-tail with a gold band holding it up. She wore her dancer's uniform colored red with gold seems and detailing and matching golden strappy, stiletto sandals. "Are you finally getting a sense of shame?"
"No, I'm just tried of hearing you talk." He and Revan stuck their tongues out at each other. "Hey, can I watch you Holo screen? Mine's on the fritz again, must be some ships overhead in hyper space."
"No, you want to watch it because it's the best in the building. Not to mention the biggest."
"Yeah, well, I splurge on different things. That screen is the only thing I've seen you buy that isn't necessary and you can't move in a seconds notice."
"Yes, Mason dear. You can watch some of the Pre-Swoop Opener shows on my screen." Revan smiled sweetly as she shrugged on a large jacket that covered her body to mid thigh, leaving some of the fringes from her skirt show underneath. "Lock up when ya leave." She called as she exited.
The night was cool and Revan pulled her jacket closer to her. She looked up curious to what was going on above the planet. It was quite a light show and she slowed her pace. There was an explosion and Revan stopped frozen in fear. It didn't last long, as soon she was sprinting back to the apartment as something was set on landing in the Upper City walk. She hid in the elevator as the object crashed outside. Cautiously, she stepped out to examine what fell. She was shocked to see it was an escape pod. The door popped open, and she let out a strangled scream. There were some shouts coming from behind her. She paused torn between not wanting to get caught anywhere near the pod and wanting to help the limp form inside. Quickly, fearing the other choice the consequences it was sure to have, she drugged a limp Carth Onasi into the building.