“The story behind this mask is long little one. Are you quite sure that you want to hear it?” she asked, sitting down in her big cushioned armchair. Alaina’s face lit up as she sat in one of the other chairs in the room, getting comfortable.

“Yes. Yes I would Grandma.” She said excitedly.

“Alright then.” Chrys started, smiling at the excited look on Alaina’s face, “This story takes place a long time ago. Long before even your mother was born…”

Just some fluff.

Before the door closed though, a muscular arm caught it, and it opened again. Jaq’s vision swam from the man’s Jedi robes and purple cloak to his face. Revan! What in the galaxy’s name is he doing here? He’s supposed to be systems away. Wait… that shutta never had  scars running down his face. And what’s with his ear? Jaq then took in his purple over-cloak. Pure pazaak, he fits the description of Marka Cabanic. But does that mean that Marka is actually Revan in disguise? It would be a tactic to evade attacks, he still has plenty of enemies in the Republic. Or are they really different people, perhaps they’re related. I have to play this carefully, if it is Revan he might remember me, and I am known as an accomplice of Jezebel.

All restraint was lost, the veil was rent. Darth Revan lived.

"No." Calum's green lightsabre ignited, glowing in glorious compliment to Juhani's blue. "I will not give in to this."

"So be it, then. You will die here, Dark One."

Back in the Ebon Hawk, Revan and Shira take drastic measures, hoping to eliminate the Sith threat on Xendrin.

Atton makes an intriguing discovery that could turn Shira and Revan's quest upside-down, but his big mouth may get him into more trouble than he bargained for.

Pre- KotOR 2 Jaq or "Scary" Atton. Pretty much what the title suggests.

My take on the "Need any company?" line hidden in the KotOR 2 dialog files (and maybe a little bit of a middle finger to BW and LA). I wanted to do a bit of fluff to make myself feel better about KotOR 2 incomplete ending and the loopy Atton romance.

Carth appears on the Star Forge to confront a dark sided Revan. You can guess what's gonna happen.

Things are starting to go dark. I shake my head, scream and scream to keep myself awake. It’s not just going to go dark, I’m not just going to fade away. I open my eyes wide and resist the urge to think about my life. I’m not going to do that. I’m not going to think about who I didn’t frack, who hates me, who loves me, who I want to be here and hold my hand right now. I do that and it’s over. And it’s not over. It’s not over.

“This isn’t over, damn it! Damn, bloody gods, this isn’t ove—”

Chapter Three: Coruscant.  Will the mission to find Revan become a reality?  And who will volunteer to go on such a dangerous quest?

The burnt orange of the sunset had darkened to a deep red, casting its rays on the dead gardens like a wash from the bleeding sky. Calum wandered about the scraggy, leafless trees and withered stalks that had once been painted by magnificent curtains of living color, almost in a trance as he remembered the days of training he'd spent here. It was the one part of rediscovering Revan within him that Calum savored.

  The only thing left that would deter her from continuing this mission were three Sith who had taken a life precious to her, who would not survive another encounter if they dared to follow. If they did pursue her...well, she almost wished they would so they could experience the full power of the light side.

Revan and Shira attempt a dangerous assault on the Sith base at Uxturran, hoping to rescue the Chiss prisoners from Farschi. Their mission is complicated by the necessity of bringing along their hostage, Krysthan Sandor, a scientist who once worked in the Sith laboratories.  

Meanwhile, Atton learns that smoking spice can be dangerous to his health - in more ways than one. As he flies towards the Murk Way accompanied by an increasingly glitchy HK, things start to go awry on The Direstar.   

“I left because I could no longer stand by and watch as the council allowed the slaughter of millions,” he leaned forward, eyes blazing as he stabbed the table with his finger, “and I was left with my ass swinging in the breeze for my trouble, because those pansy-assed, robe wearing, pacifists didn’t have the courage to face the fight.”

Dantooine, 3962 BBY. Though Melanie Khan and Alek Squinquargesimus's intervention in the Mandalorian Wars have boosted the Republic war effort and raised hopes everywhere in the Galaxy, the Mandalorian threat is still as present as ever. However, an unexpected twist of events may take the course of the war - and of the very history of the Republic - towards a whole new direction.

It was his turn to smirk. 'I most certainly will. It's been fun, if one's idea of fun includes pointless bickering with a spoiled brat, but now we will get back to the business at hand. I am not paid well enough to tolerate such outbursts of insanity, and no abuse of pleading kinrath puppy eyes will make me change my mind or give up on the training. You want to be a scout, you will learn to defend yourself in melee, or you'll spend the rest of your career in an office, doing dull paperwork, as I'll never tell them you're ready for what you want to practise unless your performance in this melee class makes me happy.'

A chuckle escapes from the mask, but it’s warbled and eerie, as if I’m only hearing an echo of the original. And then, as in my every nightmare, gloved hands remove the mask, and the spectral laughter fades into my own voice—my own laugh. Lovely green eyes set in a pale, almost light blue face stare back at me, laugh at me.

Everything from his knee down felt like it was being incinerated.

"This need not happen this way, you know," the Admiral said. "I'm sure if you put aside this petty loyalty to the Jedi and swear fidelity to the Sith, Malak might be persuaded to spare your lives. You can understand how greatly interested he is in you."

At the moment, Kono hurt too much to squeeze words from his throat. But he supposed it mattered little, as he had nothing whatsoever to say to the likes of Saul Karath.

Slowly, I reach her twin ponytails and undo them. She opens her eyes and looks at me quizzically.

"Always wondered what you looked like without them," I explain.

"You don't like them?"

"Quite the contrary, they are part of the image of you I always have in my mind."

"And what would that image be?" She asks coyly.

"Well," I pause for an instant, a grin forming on my face, "our first meeting when you were Brejik's prisoner, obviously."

"People of the Senate, I have grave news. It is both alarming and shocking news. The Sith are returning," Nicho began.

A murmur flowed through the crowd and a voice called out, "How do you know? The Sith were destroyed by the Exile!"

"I know someone who has seen them. You all know who he is, once a savior turned enemy. Revan is on his way back here. He hopes to prepare the Republic for war. The Mandalorians have already agreed to give you aid. All you must do now is vote whether to go to war or not. Believe me when I say that these Sith are not like the kind you have seen. These are the original Sith, the Sith species, and they want to destroy the Republic, not conquer it. You must prepare yourselves."

A 3D graphic adventure. It has been six years since the destruction of
the Star Forge and Revan has yet to return. A lone Jedi, Maia Starfire,
whom was exiled before the Mandalorian Wars has returned to the known
galaxy to search for the lost Prodigal Knight but she has been stranded
on the Hutt moon of Nar Shadaa...

A 3D graphic adventure. It has been six years since the destruction of
the Star Forge and Revan has yet to return. A lone Jedi, Maia Starfire,
whom was exiled before the Mandalorian Wars has returned to the known
galaxy to search for the lost Prodigal Knight but she has been stranded
on the Hutt moon of Nar Shadaa...

Continuation: Caius and Atton reach Telos; from there, they must decide what path to take.

A 3D graphic adventure. It has been six years since the destruction of
the Star Forge and Revan has yet to return. A lone Jedi, Maia Starfire,
whom was exiled before the Mandalorian Wars has returned to the known
galaxy to search for the lost Prodigal Knight but she has been stranded
on the Hutt moon of Nar Shadaa...

A 3D graphic adventure. It has been six years since the destruction of
the Star Forge and Revan has yet to return. A lone Jedi, Maia Starfire,
whom was exiled before the Mandalorian Wars has returned to the known
galaxy to search for the lost Prodigal Knight but she has been stranded
on the Hutt moon of Nar Shadaa...

Galactic Republic Military (GRM) Service Record

Name : Veers, Taryn

Sex : Male

Age : 29 years, 4 months, 17 days (Galactic Standard)

Birthworld : Deralia

Service Length : 1 months, 4 days (Galactic Standard)

Enlistment Period : [Duration of War]

Rank : Specialist, Third Class

Current Assignment : Endar Spire, Flag Aide

Previous Occupation : Illicit Commerce

The crease in her brow deepened. Alora Jane Cole. AJ Cole had been excellent at everything. She had to be. It fit Revan perfectly. She had been a soldier, a scout, and a smuggler, but smuggling never fit Revan, as far as she knew. She might’ve been a soldier and a scout at some point, but she couldn’t imagine a Sith Lord smuggling spice. She prodded and searched her programmed memories for a recollection of the spices, refugees, or other valuables worth smuggling.

A 3D graphic adventure. It has been six years since the destruction of
the Star Forge and Revan has yet to return. A lone Jedi, Maia Starfire,
whom was exiled before the Mandalorian Wars has returned to the known
galaxy to search for the lost Prodigal Knight but she has been stranded
on the Hutt moon of Nar Shadaa...

Zaalbar groans softly in my ear. “[Perhaps you should allow them to take me. If you do not, I believe they will kill us all.]”

Not exactly how I planned to die. Though Death by Wookiee is supposedly an honor among Trandoshans, I have a feeling we Dark Lords usually go for more high profile events. A nagging little worm at the back of mind is telling me I might have avoided all this, though I can’t imagine how. The Universe seems to have given this week explicit orders to kill or otherwise maim me.

Revan, Malak, and Zhar put their plan into action, but things don't go quite as planned.

(By the way, this is the same story I've been writing I just changed the title a bit)