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I really had an urge to write this. So I hope you enjoy this.
Epilogue
Anakin… no Revan sat in the cargo hold of the Ebon Hawk. He was trying to calm himself down… and was failing. It was much harder without her around. He couldn't reach out and feel her presence like he could before… before what happened.
So many emotions swirled inside of him at the moment. Anger, sadness, pain. Anger, at Carth, Malak, and Bastila. Carth for dragging him away. Malak for taking her away. And Bastila for keeping his real identity from him. Sadness for not being able to help Bastila. But most of all pain.
Yes he was in pain, not just from the confusion of who he is. But he can feel what Bastila is feeling. It's very faint, but he can feel it. He can hear her voice calling out to him for help, and it tears him up to know that he can't do anything. A single tear rolled down his face and he cried out in anger. Every container imploded and fell to the floor.
Revan was glad that the doors to the hold were locked and that he wore full Mandalorian armor. The black color of the armor matched perfectly with how his soul felt. He felt so empty…
"Of course you feel empty, you just lost the one you… we love," Revan's voice echoed in his mind.
"I want her back," he replied.
"So do I, but feeling sorry for yourself wont help get her back," Revan said.
"Since when did you care you cold hearted bastard!" he yelled back.
"You never once stopped to think that I have always loved Bastila ever since we were little! Just because I embrace the Dark Side doesn't mean I can't or don't have any emotions! Haven't you ever wondered why I was so powerful?" Revan yelled inside of his mind.
"What do you mean?"
"Look, we'll never get anything done fighting each other. And you would never understand if I just told you. There is really only one thing we can do."
"What would that be?"
"Our minds must become one; merge ourselves to form one consciousness."
"And how would that help?"
"It would make us more powerful; give us the power we need to get the one we love."
"Fine, I'll do anything to get her back."
With that said, two halves became one. Two shadows formed one single dark entity. With the merge of two minds, Anakin ceased to exist and Revan returned. The very shadows themselves swirled around him, covering his entire body. He floated above the floor for a few seconds, as memories returned to him. He remembered all that he did, all that he learned and dropped back down.
Had he removed his helmet one would see perfect skin, not pale. His eyes were dark brown, almost black. In the white of his eyes lightning danced around giving off a slight glow. His Mandalorian armor turned pitch black, blacker than a black hole.
The Jedi were fools to think they could stop him. All they did was buy themselves sometime. In Revan's mind gears turned and plans were formed, possible outcomes were thought through. The first and foremost part of this plan was to get Bastila away from Malak and the Jedi. To teach her what he knows.
He frankly didn't care what everybody else thought about him. The only thing that mattered to him was getting Bastila back. And he didn't care what he needed to do to do it. All he did care was Bastila and getting her back safely. And if any one of his 'friends' got in his way of getting her back, he wouldn't even think twice about killing them. If anyone of them has a problem with his plans and decides to stand against him, he will kill them.
This is who he is now, he is Revan Skywalker. If any one has a problem with that then that is their problem. And he really couldn't care if they did. No longer is he a pawn of the Jedi Council, no longer is he a little lackey of the Jedi.
He will kill Malak, claim the Star Forge for his own. Bastila will be at his side, not as his apprentice, but as his Dark Lady of the Sith. He will reform the Sith Order and destroy the Jedi. But that is in the near future, right now he most focus on finding the last Star Map and make his way to the Star Forge. Once that is done the rest of his plan can unfold.
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That was what happened four thousand years ago after Malak had confronted them on the Leviathan and taken Bastila. That was how Revan retained his identity. That was the start of his plans to reclaim the mantle of Dark Lord.
You're wondering how Revan and Bastila are still alive, even after thousands of years. The answer is simple, some how the Dark Side regenerates their bodies. And because of this, they don't look a day over twenty.
Revan looked back and marveled at how easily his plans unfolded. Back then he was just another man trying to figure out who he is. And now look at him. He is the Emperor of the Sith Empire and Dark Lord of the Sith. Bastila sat next to him as the Empress and Dark Lady. But most of all, they are parents to a son, Anakin, and a daughter, Kelena.
Anakin and Kelena were really chibi versions of himself and Bastila. Anakin had dark brown eyes and jet black hair. He wore the same black Mandalorian armor that Revan wore during the search for the Star Forge. Kelena had piercing blue eyes like her mother along with light brown hair. She wore a similar outfit to what her mother wore during the same time. The difference being that Kelena's outfit was black in color. Lightning danced in the whites of their eyes. And although Anakin and Kelena are over three thousand years old, the two children don't look any older than twelve year olds.
And yes, the children know what their parents know. They are the beginning of a new Sith Order. The Sith teachings were being remade, of course none of the Sith knew what Revan, Bastila, Anakin, and Kelena know about the Dark Side. It would be too dangerous to teach all that they knew.
The Star Forge itself was orbiting Coruscant's sun. And because of its ability to make supplies, the empire defeated Separatists, Rebellions and an unknown alien race that all tried to destroy the empire. But because of Revan and Anakin's strategic mind and Bastila and Kelena's Battle Meditation each war was swiftly ended.
That's right the children inherited their parents ability. Anakin would often challenge his father to a game of chess and those games would last hours. Mainly because father and son would see the others plan and counter it. Bastila would test Kelena's Battle Meditation with two Sith apprentices. In fact, the two children are picking it up faster than their parents did.
So it was like this all day. In the mourning Revan would keep the empire intact. The afternoon was all devoted to spending time with his family. He would play chess with his son or his daughter. Or he would practice lightsaber skills with his children or end in a draw with his wife. He and Bastila never seemed to be able to beat each other. And at night… well let's just say that Revan and Bastila were glad that their room was sound-proofed.
Revan leaned against the view-port that over looked Coruscant in his bedroom. He felt Bastila press her back to his chest and they both rested their hands around her rounded stomach. She was currently pregnant with their third child.
"I never thought I would be standing here with you. Nor being the mother to two, soon to be three children," Bastila said.
"I did," he whispered into her ear.
Bastila closed her eyes and leaned against her husband's chest, "Did you see having children?"
"Yes, and I knew it would be with you," he said into her ear.
Revan rested his chin on top of her head and the two stared out over their empire, content with just being with each other.
And that is the end. I hope you like it as much as I had writing it. See next fic!