A/N: Right to start off with, this is following a Revan of my own creation, I'm just working with bits from the game swkotor and my own ideas, revolving around FemRevanxBastila. That's going to be the pairing, eventually, but arcing towards that is a goal. Characters may be slightly OOC at times, but this is again, just my own imaginings. Also, I would heavily advise having played kotor before reading this, otherwise you may not get a lot of things I may not bother describing. Oh, and importantly, only saying this once:

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING, Star Wars is property of its respective owners and this is just me playing around with my own little fantasies in the realm of non-profit fanfiction.

The Lady Revan

Dreams. Every night dreams came and haunted Alexa's mind, of images, people and places that made little to no sense. Hazy images of seemingly unconnected events that cycled through her head every night. There were ones of harsh words shouted at her while she cowered in a corner, of standing by women in red moving in perfect sequence, of a man in yellow armour yelling at her for her failings and the phantom arcs of pain that spiked up her spine in conjunction with his bellowing.

And then there was the one she kept returning to: the woman. This woman in front of her, dressed in robes with a yellow-bladed double-sided lightsaber. Words were spoken between them, but lost to Alexa's ears. The woman looked to be shouting, then everything faded to harsh pain, and she woke up in a cold sweat as she did now, crashing back to reality.

Deep breaths calmed her lungs as she sat up in a bed, in a compact cabin-like space. She kneaded her temples with her fingers as her head ached with the weight of her visions, trying to reassert who she was. Her name…. was Alexa Varos. The name seemed right and yet wrong at the same time, everything was so hazy. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, and stood, vaguely pressing a light switch by the bed. She looked around, taking in her surroundings. This was her cabin, on a Republic ship, the 'Endar Spire'. She'd been moved here a week ago, to being under command of some Jedi named Bastila Shan, that much was clear, she remembered getting on-board. Anything before that were hazy, vague memories of fighting on a battlefield, using a sword in hand against black-suited soldiers, but nothing just quite felt right.

Why was she here? She couldn't even remember joining any army, yet she had these memories of fighting on the battlefields, and here she was, a Captain wasn't she?

Alexa sighed and examined herself in the full length mirror her cramped cabin had come with. Her very pale, white skin highly contrasted the black of her simple undergarments. Her body was tall and lean, well-toned muscles coating her athletic frame. She was relatively easy-on-the-eye beyond her lithe body, her sleek stomach made a curve down to her hips, accentuated by her B-cup breasts, while her face was relatively beautiful, with high cheekbones, and stormy grey eyes, all framed by long, raven-black hair that cascaded down her shoulders and most of her back. What really set her apart from many were the markings covering her face, neither tattoo nor makeup. Light grey framed the top of her eyes, flicking upwards on the outside, and slightly down to her nose, they made up for her lack of eyebrows. Starting underneath both her ears were two harsh straight lines across her cheeks, sloping down slightly and ending halfway towards her ruby-red lips. Also pointing to those lips was an upside down, darker grey 'V' shape on her chin, that continued down until the lines tapered to her collarbone, where they flipped backwards over her shoulders to continue an intricate pattern nature had weaved all over her back. A few smaller markings covered her body in various places, in patterns unique to her. There was an odd bump on the back of her neck as well, that flickered with an old sense of pain when she touched it, a slight hole at the centre. And then of course there were the less natural characteristics of her form. Hard to see against her pale skin, she was marred with scars all over herself, many long and cruel slashes, and some deeper inflictions that looked more like stabbings, though the silvery lines were difficult to discern except under direct light. But what felt strange to Alexa were her arms, and what was on them. Tattooed in black ink on her right forearm was a five letter word in flowing script of an alien language that she felt should make sense but was entirely incomprehensible to her. There were three separate lines of writing in the same script on her left shoulder, just as incomprehensible. And finally was something that made anger boil in the pit of her stomach every time she saw it. Fully branded into the skin of her right shoulder was a symbol of a double helix, split lengthways by a dashed straight line, and below that the numbers "1472" in galactic basic. Her hand subconsciously traced the permanent burn marks as that same anger bubbled in the pit of her soul once more.

How did she gain these markings? Surely she should remember getting tattooed, and branding is hardly something you forget. Her life seemed a mess, a mix of dreams and half-memories until solid sureness with her arrival on this ship a week ago, anything before that a complex haze. Everything in her rocked around as she tried to make sense of herself for not the first time that week. No, wait, it wasn't Alexa moving, it was the ship itself! She stumbled as the ship rocked once more, and she definitely heard the faint sound of an explosion somewhere.

Cursing vehemently she moved into action, grabbing a black band from the bedside table, she grasped and threaded her hair through it to form the long ponytail she preferred as her signature look, damning every precious moment it took her.

The ship rocked again, causing Alexa to sway while leaning to open the footlocker by her bed that contained her armour. She steadied herself and managed to pull out the red and white armoured battle-suit. She hastily pulled on the armour, ignoring how constricting the padding felt where it restricted her movement, honestly, who designed these? She shoved on her simple pair of black boots that completed the uniform.

From within the locker she took the long-sword and normal-length sword and clasped them to her belt where they belonged. She also slipped a pistol in its holster to the back of her belt, being prepared was always a good thing, preparing for any eventuality could save your life.

As the door hissed open behind her, Alexa spun swiftly drawing both her blades to level them at the man in the doorway who looked fairly surprised.

"State your name, rank, and intention," her voice clearly cut through the air, enunciating each syllable. The man visibly gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing as he looked at the sharp metal pointed in his direction.

"Trask Ulgo, Ensign of the Republic fleet," he rattled off, "I'm here to find you. We need to get to the escape pods, the Sith are attacking." He wasn't lying, of that she was sure. She could always tell when people were, call it a good sense of judgement or innate ability, but she could.

"Then I guess we'd better get moving." She lowered her swords, but did not sheathe them. She was probably going to need them yet.

It took a moment for her words to register in Trask, but he then nodded, and started down the white corridor outside her cabin. The man pulled out a mid-sized blaster as he peeked around a corner, scouting for enemies. Alexa simply strode past him, if there were going to be people ahead, they would fight them regardless of if they tiptoed or not. Trask however didn't look too happy when he jogged past her to stand next to a door in their way.

"You know I've seen plenty of rookies get killed by walking into a fight," his gruff voice was laced with disapproval.

"I'm not a rookie," she simply stated, standing in front of the same door, the motion sensors opening it for her. As they slid open, they revealed the four black-clad soldiers on the other side.

Alexa didn't even blink as she went into action, pushing herself forward to stab her short sword into the first man's chest before he could react, pulling it out and slashing towards the next nearest man with her long-sword, her blow taking his head as he tried to unsheathe his own weapon. The remaining two had drawn their own swords in two handed grips, so they were waiting for her advance. The man on the right tried to charge at her, but she took her sword and deflected his blow to the left, leaving her free arm with her long-sword to swoop in and slit his throat. That same slash came around and took the force of the blow the other soldier had been starting to make, and which slid off down the curved blade to the left. She expertly switched her shorter blade to backhand and pushed his sword at the crosshair up and to the side, leaving him defenceless below, an opportunity she exploited by giving him a brutal kick just below his knee, causing the man to stagger. As he tried to right himself, she simply plunged her long-sword into the soft flesh above his collarbone, ending his life. The man's body slumped to the floor as she withdrew her blood-soaked blade.

She turned to face Trask, who was gaping slightly at her quick dispatching of the four soldiers. She was going to make a comment about hurrying up when her communicator began beeping, along with Trask's own. She pressed the button on her wrist to open the pending line.

"This is Carth Onasi, the Sith are overwhelming our position. Everyone to the escape pods, I repeat, everyone to the escape pods." A male voice sounded, the name was vaguely familiar, though she couldn't remember where from.

"You heard the man, let's go," she said to the still-gaping soldier, turning back to face the corridor and walking quickly up towards the next doorway, which obligingly opened before her. The doorway led to two possible paths, an open corridor to the left, and one straight ahead in which blue blade duelled against red. A female Jedi was fighting against a man dressed in the black robes of a Dark Jedi of the Sith army, however Alexa did note the lack of markings that identified him merely as an apprentice.

"Come on, we can find another way around. This fight's not for us." Trask said as he started down the left hand corridor, Alexa however moved forwards towards the duel.

"To Hell with that," she muttered. Her dash was stopped however by the ship shaking again from the bombardment it was doubtlessly suffering, everyone staggered slightly in response. Alexa saw in slow motion the Dark Jedi use the fact his opponent was disoriented to slash down on her wrist, cutting away the use of her lightsaber. The woman cried out at the loss of her hand, but was swiftly silenced by the red blade plunging into her chest. He turned to face Alexa and smiled, holding his blade loosely to the side he advanced on her. Sloppy form, arrogant, flashed through her mind as he approached.

As they met he made a lazy slash at her with his lightsaber, she slipped underneath it, sliding to her knees on the polished floor, and sending her short blade into the attack, not on him as such, but his lightsaber. His weapon was more dangerous than he was. He hadn't even considered that she might go for his lightsaber in avoiding his attack, and her sword-blade easily sliced through the metal cylinder, cutting off the shaft of red light, and then going on to embed itself in his hand. He cried out much as his last victim had.

"You bitch," he growled out, and was doubtless about to try and attack her bare handed before he noticed her long-sword buried in his stomach. He had a look of surprise on his face as Alexa pushed him, making him fall backwards to the floor. Alexa slowly stood and looked upon the man as his blood pooled over the white floor.

"Di'kut," she muttered, and spat on his limp form. Underestimation of opponents was overconfidence, which was arrogant. And that just meant you'd get yourself killed; a suitable end for a foolish man. She stepped over his body and made for the door ahead.

"How far to the escape pods?" she threw back over her shoulder, not turning to look at Trask. There was silence for a long moment before he answered.

"Far side of the next room," his voice was quiet, he certainly seemed to be surprised by her actions.

Alexa walked up to the door to the room in question, and waited for it to be opened. She once more settled into a combat stance as soon as it slid away, opening into a large square room where five Sith troopers with their backs to Alexa were finishing off two Republic soldiers, who stood by the dead forms of their comrades. As she prepared to rush in, a grenade was thrown at the remaining men, killing both and one of the Sith's own. One of the black-clad men openly laughed at the small victory they had achieved, he was the first to be felled by her blades, and each of the others was dispatched efficiently.

Alexa took a moment to spare a look down at the men whose blood marred the floor. How often had she seen familiar sights? Images flashed before her eyes of corpses, bodies, endless dead men and women. She shook her head to clear those thoughts, now was not the time.

The door before them opened up to reveal a man with brown hair and stubble, wearing light armour, and with two pistols hanging from his belt.

"Hurry, there's only one escape pod left." His voice identified him as Carth Onasi, the man who was second in command to the Jedi Bastila, Alexa remembered.

"Not so fast," a malevolent voice called behind them. Alexa quickly spun, readying her swords.

In the square room was a bald man, with rough facial hair, light armour and robes in black, and a lit red lightsaber clasped in one hand. The corruption of dark side energies rolled off him so much Alexa could swear she could physically feel it. And it felt decidedly all too familiar. Surprisingly Trask was the one who reacted first.

"Go!" he yelled at them, and fired a single blaster bolt at the door controls, causing the doors to hiss shut. Alexa stumbled backwards from the doorway to avoid being hit, before realising that she had moved back into the place being sealed. She gave a cry of rage and beat a fist on the door angrily at the stupid old man. He wouldn't last a minute against that Sith.

"Look, he's given us time. We should honour his sacrifice, and go while we still can." The words made sense to her, and she reluctantly accepted them. She turned back to Carth, and together they stepped into the cramped escape pod.

The hatch closed, and the walls vibrated as they jettisoned away. Words echoed in her mind as she stared back at the fading Endar Spire: 'Duty above all, until Death claims us.'

A/N: First chap, cutting it off there because I feel it's the right place to. Hopefully the next one will be a bit longer. Until then.