Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars at all! It belongs to Lucasarts (Well Disney now, since they bought the company from Lucas). KoTOR 1 and SWTOR, and KotOR 2 respectively belongs to Bioware and Obsidian, not me!

Raika: When I first heard about SWTOR, I wondered how they were going incorporate Revan into the story and how were they going to have the Sith Empire return. Well, this story takes of what I thought the game was going to be and mash it with what the game really is. I had this idea in my for a while, so I decided to write it.

Now, this fic is meant to appease both fans of the SWTOR and KOTOR games. Obviously, some KotOR fans don't like what Bioware did with Revan in TOR. At the same time, TOR is considered to be great game with its story and characters, which I agree. This fic is meant to provide a new look on Revan while keeping the TOR storyline.

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Prologue

Lightning flashed across the skies of the Sith Empire's capital of Dromund Kaas as rain drizzled onto the streets of the Kaas City. The skies were covered in dark clouds that blocked out the sun, concealing night and day from the eyes of those on the planet's surface. The cracking roar of the thunder echoed throughout the planet and could be heard for miles, but it did not bother the denizens of Dromund Kaas continued with their work, paying little attention to the massive Imperial citadel.

The citadel served as a palace and fortress for the ruler of the Sith, and that was readily evident of its architecture. Its base was shaped much like the ancient Sith pyramids on Korriban with the Imperial flags placed over the guarded entrance. On top of that was a large skyscraper that stood taller than any of the buildings within the domain of Kaas city.

To enter the citadel, one would need to walk up steps leading up to the entrance that was guarded by the emperor's red-armored Imperial Guard. The elite warriors wore their red armor and were armed with electrostaves to fight against any intruders. The only people the Imperial Guard would allow to pass were members of the Dark Council, or the emperor's personal agents.

Such members who were allowed inside would set their eyes upon a huge maze of corridors with the gray walls made from stone, instead of the metal alloy of durasteel, along with wooden doors that lead to other rooms. Placed on the sides of the corridors were statues, each one shaped in the form of the rulers of the ancient Sith Empire from the Great Hyperspace War. The statues glorified the Sith Lords of old, honoring their power and status, save for Naga Sadow who led the Sith species into war with the Republic centuries ago. Still, one would not pay attention to them due to the dim lighting.

One part of the corridors branched off into a hall that ended with a pair of large durasteel doors, each one guarded by a member of the emperor's Imperial Guard. Pass the doors was the throne room of the emperor.

If one were to walk inside, one would see the enormous size of the throne room, the ceiling arching upward. In spite of the large size, the room was empty, save for the lone throne at the far end. The throne sat on an elevated circular pedestal that was as tall as two adult Wookies.

Sitting in the throne was the emperor of the Sith. He wore a jet black robe over his red shirt and pants that came with black gauntlets, boots, and a belt that had his silver lightsaber hung from. His face was completed concealed by the shadow of his hood, save for the two yellow eyes that typical Sith had along with the tips of two tendrils hanging aloft.

It had been a few standard weeks since he gave the order for his Sith forces to attack the Republic capital of Coruscant. The emperor knew it would have been the chance to destroy the Republic and the Jedi in one blow, but he knew his enemies would recover. The resources of the Sith Empire decreased quite significantly from the war against the Republic, and he needed time to rebuild his empire's strength.

As he relaxed on his throne, the emperor's mind drifted back to that moment, three centuries ago. The moment where he witnessed the near-destruction of the Sith Empire; the moment where he saw its soldiers fall to a single Jedi and his army. It was the moment where he made his vow to destroy them all.

The Sith world of Ziost that was simply covered in ice and snow was now covered in death as the frozen tundra was littered with corpses. Most of the fallen were soldiers of the Sith, who fought and died for their emperor and the Empire's glory. The rest of the corpses were consisted of warriors wearing Mandalorian armor, the robes of a few fallen Jedi Knights, and even the uniform of Sith who rebelled against their emperor.

From amongst the death and destruction, a young boy of pure Sith blood walked through the frozen tundra, his black robes keeping him warm. His hands were cuffed together by binders that were made to cloud one's ability in the Force, a courtesy of ancient Sith alchemy. All the young Sith could do was look up to glare at the three escorting him.

One was a human woman, her fair skin lightly covered by some dirt and a few burns. Her long brown hair was tied into a pony tail that hung on her right shoulder and her brown Jedi robes flowed through the air. In her hand was her blue double-bladed lightsaber, one of the blades lit and focused on him.

Another one was a warrior wearing the gray Mandalorian armor covering his entire body. His look was complete with the mask of Mandalore over his face. In his hands was a blaster carbine, which had already been used on the Sith Emperor's forces and was now focused on the prisoner.

And then finally was Scourge, a member of the Sith race with the yellow eyes, tendrils, and bald head. Scourge wore his armor over his cloak, the sun's light reflecting off of its black color, and the cape flowing from his triangular shoulder pads. His lightsaber hung from the belt that hung around his waist. The young Sith could hardly believe one of his own kind would betray the Sith Empire to the Jedi.

The young Sith's eyes turned away from the Sith traitor and towards what was in front him. What he saw spread horror and fear in his mind as the young Sith fell on his knees and his Sith eyes trying hard to fight against the tears for lying before the young Sith was the ruler of the Sith Empire. His father.

The emperor's red skin was now pink and his face was devoid of any life as his lifeless eyes were widen with shock at his defeat, just like his mouth. His golden helmet had fell off, revealing the combed brown hair. The black robes were covered by golden armor, consisting of a breastplate, gauntlets, and boots. Yet if one look at the breastplate, one could see evidence of a smoking hole placed right in the dead center, a mark which was left by a lightsaber.

The young Sith could not believe what he was seeing before him. His father, the ruler of the Sith who manipulated the Mandalorians Wars and planned to attack the Republic, was now dead. Any plans of the Sith Emperor had been extinguished with his life. The shock overcame his sense as he did not even notice a fourth man standing over the body of his dead father.

Instead, the young Sith heard the man asked, "What do have to report?"

The Mandalorian guarding the young Sith was the first to answer, his voice filtered by the mask he wore. "We've succeeded in eliminating any potential threats from the Sith. Those that surrendered have been taken to the Sith fortress."

"What about those that didn't?" the man continued.

There was no reply for a few moments until the Mandalorian replied, "We had to kill them. They didn't really give us much of a choice."

This time, the silence came from the questioner before he finally inquired, "What about your prisoner?"

The young Sith could hear the Jedi woman raising her voice to answer that question. "We found him at the Sith camp. We brought him here for you to see."

At this point, the young Sith raised his head to stare at the man standing over his father's corpse. And he saw who this man was.

The familiar black robes placed underneath the copper red armor, completed with the red Mandalorian mask over his face. The black cloak blowing in the air as the hood concealed the man's head from Ziost's cold weather. Grasped in his hand was a lightsaber, its green blade glowing in the air that surrounded the aftermath of a battle. If blade was made of metal instead of plasma, the young Sith would see the blood of his father smothering the blade.

Staring at the black visor of the Mandalorian mask, the young Sith realized who this person was. Revan. The Jedi who discovered the Sith and learned their ways directly from their emperor, and the one who became a Sith Lord to stop the Sith Empire. The one who eventually destroyed his own empire and returned to fight the Sith. However, in the boy's mind, he recognized Revan as one thing: the killer of his father.

Though Revan's face was masked, the boy could tell there was pity on it, as well as sadness. However, the boy's mind was filled with an unadultered rage for the Jedi before him, a rage that he wanted to let out, but he know he could not, for it would be pointless. All the young Sith could do was just glare at Revan.

"What should we do with him?" the Mandalorian asked.

The large Sith, who remained silent for most of the conversation, now spoke as he removed his lightsaber from his belt. "We kill him."

When the Sith boy heard the hum of a red lightsaber coming to life, he expected the Sith's blade to come down upon him. Instead, the red blade was intercepted by Revan's green blade. "No, Scourge!" Revan shouted with anger.

Shock appeared on the large Sith Lord's face as Revan quickly smacked his red blade away. The Sith, named Scourge, snarled as he tightened his grip on his lightsaber. "You can't let him live!" Scourge proclaimed, pointing his blade at the child. "If you do, he will come with a new Sith Empire. He will attack the Republic, just like his father did!"

Revan was not persuaded by Scourge's reasoning. "I said no! There's been enough death for today. I will not add more blood on my hands!"

The Sith child just stared at Revan, as his eyes once again met the black visor on Revan's mask. "I will spare your life. Leave here and never return," Revan warned, sheathing his lightsaber before he took his leave.

Scourge just snarled with disapproval, yet he did not argue as he too sheathed his own weapon. The young Sith turned his attention to Scourge, who simply kept his snarl on his face as he brought his face close to the young Sith. "He's spared your life, boy," Scourge said, his breath touching the young Sith's face. "I suggest you don't throw it away, and get out of here."

With that, Scourge backed away and left, with the Mandalorian and the Jedi woman close behind him. The son of the fallen Sith Emperor watched the trio follow Revan away from the battlefield, and towards their own allies, with expectations of a celebration at the victory.

But the young Sith knew that their victory would only last for a short time. One day, he would return to claim the throne of the Sith and they would pay. The Jedi, the Republic, the Mandalorians, the Sith traitors, they would all pay!

The emperor's mind was brought back to reality as he heard the double doors of the throne room slowly open, each one being pushed by the excursion of his Imperial guards. One of his Imperial Guards stepped passed the door and from the elaborate looks of this one's armor, the emperor could tell he was the captain of the Imperial Guard.

After the captain was fully inside the throne room, he gave his emperor a low bow of respect. "My lord emperor," he spoke with the utmost humility.

The emperor's eyes fell upon his subordinate as he inquired, "What is it?" The emperor hardly recognized his own voice for a second, remembering the echoes replaced his boyish high-pitch.

The captain stood to attention, clasping his hands over the small portion of his back as he gave his report. "The treaty has been signed, my emperor. Lords Malgus and Angral are returning from Coruscant. Darth Baras is returning from Alderaan as well."

For many moments, the emperor remained silent, allowing the new information to sink into his mind. His servant could hear a soft breath of air being exhaled before the emperor finally spoke again. "Very well. Leave me."

The captain of the Imperial Guard gave another bow to his master before he left the throne room. It was not long afterwards that the doors shut with a loud bang, leaving the emperor to his solitude.

With his servant gone, the emperor rested his head against the back of his throne and closed his eyes, allowing the Dark Side to flow through him. He would need time to think of a new plan to fight against the Republic and the Jedi. His vengeance will come… he just needed to be a little more patient.