Fic: Intentions (KOTOR) (Revan-centric)
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wook77Title: Intentions
Fandom: KOTOR (Star Wars)
Characters: Revan-centric
Genre: Gen
Wordcount: 1129
Warnings: Implied violence, non-major character death, possible spoilers for KOTOR
Rating: PG-13 (to be safe)
Summary: It started off innocently enough. The mask was getting more comfortable each and every day. Each tremble in the Force ate just a little bit more of her soul.
A/N: This story was written for the KOTOR Fan Media Villians challenge. It is meant to be a prologue to the events of KOTOR. As always, I'd love to hear what you think.
The Jedi Council had turned down her proposal to save the Galaxy from the Mandalorian invasion. They'd dismissed her suggestions out of turn.
Ignoring the Council's command not to interfere, Revan and those that supported her were off to fight the war against the Mandalorians. The Galaxy needed their protection
They were doing good work, things that the Jedi Council wasn't brave enough, smart enough, strong enough to do.
They were going to save the Galaxy.
They lost themselves, but it had started off innocently enough.
The Mandalorian warriors were fearsome enemies. For every Mandalorian killed, the Republic soldiers and the Jedi lost five soldiers. They were grossly outnumbered; Revan couldn't help the feeling of helpless, hopeless despair that pulsed through her as she watched her forces get decimated.
That despair mutated into rage as she flipped her mask down and waded into the battle. As she left the command platform, she thought she saw a shocked expression on Malak's face but she had been wrong before. Perhaps it was jealousy. It didn't matter.
Her mask, that red and black visage, hid her true identity. The Mandalorians feared the mask but more than that, they feared the twin lightsabers that flared to life as she engaged her first target. As she cleaved the man in twain, she laughed. The mask turned her laughter into something emotionless, mechanical and unrecognizable, even to her own ears..
She started wearing the mask at all times. It hid her from enemies and allies alike.
The mask was getting more comfortable each and every day.
Malak and Revan stood on the command deck, looking out over the battlefield -- if a battle raging in the midst of space could be called a battlefield. Her general had fulfilled the mission; the activation of the gravity generator would ensure the destruction of Malachor V. It's destruction was necessary to break the will of the Mandalorians, the Galaxy had to be saved and Revan was the only one able to fulfill the role of savior.
Each explosion, each flare of light and each pulse of the gravity generator caused a small tremble in the Force. Revan felt the passing of those lives as they were extinguished.
Each tremble in the Force ate just a bit more of her soul.
Revan sneered at the apprentice in front of her. She could smell the fear rolling off him like a perfume produced by the finest flowers. To Revan, the scent of fear, that acrid cross between sweet and sour, was better than that of the finest perfume. It reinforced her drive and dedication to the mission of saving the Galaxy from itself
This man, this idiot whose incompetence had led to the capture of Malak, would be destroyed. After all, Malak's capture had led to expenditures to search for Malak. The search had lead to the discovery of the loss of Malak's jaw. That loss had led to him being relegated to the position of apprentice. The reduction in position had resulted in a loss of favor.
With a smile that would have haunted the man's life had it lasted beyond a few minutes longer, Revan twisted the Force into obeying her will.
He wasn't the first she would slaughter.
He wouldn't be the last.
As she entered the Star Forge, she could feel the thrum of the engines underneath her feet. The Force permeated this monstrosity, flooded her senses. It made her giddy, if such an emotion could belong to her any longer. It was no matter that the Force was dark and twisted here. She was far too strong to succumb.
Her intentions were pure. She'd discovered a greater evil behind the Mandalorian threat. The Sith'ari were far more dangerous than any Mandalorian. They were an evil, perverse ace and Revan would protect the Galaxy from them -- whether the Galaxy wanted that protection or not.
The fighters and the ships this immense factory produced would overwhelm any enemy that she set her sights on. War was coming. She needed to be prepared.
As the factory flared to life and the first sets of fighters and capital ships flew out of the docking bays, a feral smile wound itself across her lips. No one could see the smile behind the mask, but it was enough that she knew. It was enough that she knew her level of satisfa No one could see the smile behind the mask, but it was enough that she knew.
As she watched from the deck of her command ship, more and more ships gathered. Revan gave the order. They would protect the Galaxy at all costs.
If the Republic fought against her they would be destroyed as well.
In the end, she would be lauded as a hero and a generous benefactor.
The destruction of Telos enraged Revan. Malak had gone behind her, over her, around her in ordering Karath to destroy the planet. They were not planet destroyers. They were saviors and Malak needed a reminder of that.
The day that would change future events started the same as any other. Their spies had given them information that the Republic fleet was amassing and the Sith had moved to engage.
The thrill of hyperspace travel had yet to fade. Revan missed the days of flying a one-man fighter and thought she might venture out during the battle.
Instead, she was forced to engage a Jedi strike team. They that invaded her command ship denied her the opportunity. She laughed at the double-bladed yellow lightsaber confronting her. Bastila Shan was the Jedi's greatest hope?
As Revan advanced, the ship shuddered underneath her feet. She looked to the side and saw that Malak's ship was firing towards her. Malak had finally found the courage to assume the helm of Sith Lord.
When a piece of the command center fell on her, her last thought was that she had been betrayed.
The obnoxiously loud alarms jarred her out of sleep. A vaguely familiar man came rushing in to the room. As the room shuddered, she realized she was on a ship. How she got there or what she was supposed to be doing were questions she couldn't answer.
All she knew was that her life had changed and it might have been for the better.
Fandom: KOTOR (Star Wars)
Characters: Revan-centric
Genre: Gen
Wordcount: 1129
Warnings: Implied violence, non-major character death, possible spoilers for KOTOR
Rating: PG-13 (to be safe)
Summary: It started off innocently enough. The mask was getting more comfortable each and every day. Each tremble in the Force ate just a little bit more of her soul.
A/N: This story was written for the KOTOR Fan Media Villians challenge. It is meant to be a prologue to the events of KOTOR. As always, I'd love to hear what you think.
It started off innocently enough.
The Jedi Council had turned down her proposal to save the Galaxy from the Mandalorian invasion. They'd dismissed her suggestions out of turn.
Ignoring the Council's command not to interfere, Revan and those that supported her were off to fight the war against the Mandalorians. The Galaxy needed their protection
They were doing good work, things that the Jedi Council wasn't brave enough, smart enough, strong enough to do.
They were going to save the Galaxy.
They lost themselves, but it had started off innocently enough.
The mask was getting more comfortable each and every day.
The Mandalorian warriors were fearsome enemies. For every Mandalorian killed, the Republic soldiers and the Jedi lost five soldiers. They were grossly outnumbered; Revan couldn't help the feeling of helpless, hopeless despair that pulsed through her as she watched her forces get decimated.
That despair mutated into rage as she flipped her mask down and waded into the battle. As she left the command platform, she thought she saw a shocked expression on Malak's face but she had been wrong before. Perhaps it was jealousy. It didn't matter.
Her mask, that red and black visage, hid her true identity. The Mandalorians feared the mask but more than that, they feared the twin lightsabers that flared to life as she engaged her first target. As she cleaved the man in twain, she laughed. The mask turned her laughter into something emotionless, mechanical and unrecognizable, even to her own ears..
She started wearing the mask at all times. It hid her from enemies and allies alike.
The mask was getting more comfortable each and every day.
Each tremble in the Force ate just a bit more of her soul.
Malak and Revan stood on the command deck, looking out over the battlefield -- if a battle raging in the midst of space could be called a battlefield. Her general had fulfilled the mission; the activation of the gravity generator would ensure the destruction of Malachor V. It's destruction was necessary to break the will of the Mandalorians, the Galaxy had to be saved and Revan was the only one able to fulfill the role of savior.
Each explosion, each flare of light and each pulse of the gravity generator caused a small tremble in the Force. Revan felt the passing of those lives as they were extinguished.
Each tremble in the Force ate just a bit more of her soul.
He wasn't the first she would slaughter and he wouldn't be the last.
Revan sneered at the apprentice in front of her. She could smell the fear rolling off him like a perfume produced by the finest flowers. To Revan, the scent of fear, that acrid cross between sweet and sour, was better than that of the finest perfume. It reinforced her drive and dedication to the mission of saving the Galaxy from itself
This man, this idiot whose incompetence had led to the capture of Malak, would be destroyed. After all, Malak's capture had led to expenditures to search for Malak. The search had lead to the discovery of the loss of Malak's jaw. That loss had led to him being relegated to the position of apprentice. The reduction in position had resulted in a loss of favor.
With a smile that would have haunted the man's life had it lasted beyond a few minutes longer, Revan twisted the Force into obeying her will.
He wasn't the first she would slaughter.
He wouldn't be the last.
She would be lauded as a hero and a generous benefactor.
As she entered the Star Forge, she could feel the thrum of the engines underneath her feet. The Force permeated this monstrosity, flooded her senses. It made her giddy, if such an emotion could belong to her any longer. It was no matter that the Force was dark and twisted here. She was far too strong to succumb.
Her intentions were pure. She'd discovered a greater evil behind the Mandalorian threat. The Sith'ari were far more dangerous than any Mandalorian. They were an evil, perverse ace and Revan would protect the Galaxy from them -- whether the Galaxy wanted that protection or not.
The fighters and the ships this immense factory produced would overwhelm any enemy that she set her sights on. War was coming. She needed to be prepared.
As the factory flared to life and the first sets of fighters and capital ships flew out of the docking bays, a feral smile wound itself across her lips. No one could see the smile behind the mask, but it was enough that she knew. It was enough that she knew her level of satisfa No one could see the smile behind the mask, but it was enough that she knew.
As she watched from the deck of her command ship, more and more ships gathered. Revan gave the order. They would protect the Galaxy at all costs.
If the Republic fought against her they would be destroyed as well.
In the end, she would be lauded as a hero and a generous benefactor.
... her last thought was that she had been betrayed.
The destruction of Telos enraged Revan. Malak had gone behind her, over her, around her in ordering Karath to destroy the planet. They were not planet destroyers. They were saviors and Malak needed a reminder of that.
The day that would change future events started the same as any other. Their spies had given them information that the Republic fleet was amassing and the Sith had moved to engage.
The thrill of hyperspace travel had yet to fade. Revan missed the days of flying a one-man fighter and thought she might venture out during the battle.
Instead, she was forced to engage a Jedi strike team. They that invaded her command ship denied her the opportunity. She laughed at the double-bladed yellow lightsaber confronting her. Bastila Shan was the Jedi's greatest hope?
As Revan advanced, the ship shuddered underneath her feet. She looked to the side and saw that Malak's ship was firing towards her. Malak had finally found the courage to assume the helm of Sith Lord.
When a piece of the command center fell on her, her last thought was that she had been betrayed.
All she knew was that her life had changed and it might have been for the better.
The obnoxiously loud alarms jarred her out of sleep. A vaguely familiar man came rushing in to the room. As the room shuddered, she realized she was on a ship. How she got there or what she was supposed to be doing were questions she couldn't answer.
All she knew was that her life had changed and it might have been for the better.
