Revan

I wonder the halls aimlessly, I raise my arm so that my fingertips my graze the rough, familiar texture of the Ebon hawk. Before I can think it, I hear myself say "I remember," as a patch of darkness in my mind lifts, a strange sense of joy overwhelms me and I laugh "I remember!" I begin desperately to search my mind and tightly grasp, that warm and precious image that came to me so suddenly but a low, quiet voice interrupts me. "What do you remember?" my heart jolts violently in my chest. I turn to see the friend I've grown to care for so deeply. His handsome face searches mine and I realise how much I've missed him. "I had a ship," despite how nervous I am I can't hold back a little chime of delight and excitement in my voice. To my disappointment he frowns at me like a silly child "Of course you did. How else did you expect to conquer the galaxy?" I wish he didn't immediately think of me as the Dark Lord. I know that it is more significant than anything I've ever done or will do but I wish to the force, to a God, to anyone that he didn't think of me like that.

"No." I breathe so quietly I'm not sure if he heard me "No, this was before."

"Before?" he asks his voice full of interest and something strange that sounds like hope

"Yes," I smile with the uncontrollable chime returning "When I first joined the Mandolorian wars, the republic gave me a ship." I close my eyes, demanding more from my mind. "It wasn't very large but I remember the pride I felt. All I had ever owned was my lightsaber and my robes but this ship represented our rebellion and this new found feeling of liberty and freedom. We could make a difference, we could save people, we were finally taking action after so long." I allow myself to meet his gaze "I was so young. I remember feeling so determined and passionate. I think I was incredibly headstrong and stupid." This provokes a light chuckle from him and I can't help but smile "But I think I was right. I felt it in my heart then and I do now, that we needed to be there with the republic. It was supposed to be that way." I pause before continuing "I think it was the force." He nods gently and whispers "I think so too." Silence falls over us, it represents his long-standing bitterness for the Sith, for me. It represents the friendship we had, I saved his ass more times than one could count, even then we still didn't realise what it meant. It represents this heaviness in my heart, the overgrowth of misery and guilt, the blood of innocent men, women and children stained my hands and my heart an ugly shade of scarlet. It represents how lonely the world became in the last few weeks.

"Carth I-"

"No." he says suddenly, tearing all hope in my heart into pieces "No, I need to apologize. You…I was, um, irrational, I wasn't over the shock and I took it out on you. I know you, you're my friend. You're only capable of love and I …I'm sorry." He rubs his forehead and sighs heavily. "I can't hate you, I've tried. I wanted to be angry; I wanted to blame you for… my wife, for Telos, for Dustil. But I can't"

I let go the breath I'd been holding and I affirm with a nod "I'm glad."

"I thought when I killed Saul, it would finally allow me to let go of this… pain that's been haunting me. But it didn't. Do you-" he stopped suddenly, looking embarrassed he bit his lip unable to meet my gaze he stared at the floor "Do you remember the promise I made to you?"

"How could I not?"

"Well…That's it. That's what's allowing me to let go. All I can think of is protecting you. Despite the darkness inside you that belonged to Revan, it's not you. You… I can't hate you. You can be so much more than Revan and that makes me not want revenge anymore.

You have this huge destiny waiting and I just fear alone it could swallow you whole. I mean, is there room in there for me? Will you let me help you?"

"I won't have you hurt protecting me."

"I think I'd be hurt worse if I didn't try."

"What do you mean?"

"Everything that we've been through has been the build up until now. You're going to be faced with a choice. When you spoke about your life before, it makes me realise that you were always there, you weren't just made by the council, there was always you, passionate, determined, headstrong and incredibly stupid." We both share a smile but his face falls slowly into a harsh frown and he ages ten years in ten seconds. "But something must have gone wrong, for you to go and Revan to come. You must have made the wrong choice. But this time, I want you to make the right choice. I want to give you a reason to."

"But-" with a shaky breath I inhale, so terrified of the memories and truth behind my words "What if I make the wrong choice again?"

"Then I hope I can save you. From yourself," to my astonishment he reaches out with both hands and takes both my hands in to a warm, tender grip and it feels right. "After everything we've been through, you've given me a future. I want to give you a future, too…with me. I think I could love you if you give me the chance." I feel as if I may be dreaming. I feel as if I'll wake up and he will return to being cold again, oh force I never want him to be like that again.

"I think I could love you too." A wide toothy grin spread across his face "Well, then I'm glad, let's face the future together. I mean there's still a lot to do."

"I think we'll be alright." I say softly

"I think so too, beautiful." He gently pulls me into a warm embrace, my ear to his chest I can hear the gentle melody of his heart beat and his arms around me, I feel safe. Despite the chaos, war and death we may face, everything in this moment feels so right. I close my eyes and allow my heart to sing with happiness.

Something about the way he holds me begins to feel wrong and that strange, strange sense of joy returns but somehow uglier. It's as if Carth is gone from me and I'm surrounded by darkness but I can feel so very strongly, as if the truth is greater than anything I have ever known, that I am not alone. I remember my ship, the one I had in the Mandolarian wars. I see myself walking into a large room with data pads and maps sprawled across a large table. Opposite me sits a surprisingly handsome man, deep in thought over a data pad. Even though he is sitting down I can see his large build. He looks up at me with a smile on his lips and a twinkle in his grey eyes. I don't know why it took me so long to recognise the tattoos on his head but to my horror he walks over to me, takes his hands in mine and quietly says "Hey, beautiful."

Malak

My heart beat drums in my chest with anticipation as I gaze at my masterpiece fleet from the comfort of my Star forge. She will be here soon, and it will all come to an end. That day will mark the end of the Republic, the end of Revan and the beginning of one galaxy, united under one glorious name. Malak. I attempt to suppress the boy inside me. The boy who can smile is begging me to find a way to save her; he's begging me to let her go. Such a fool, he should know only one of us may live, he should know that she does not care about him anymore, she can't even remember him. Lightning strikes my heart as the truth I speak to the boy turns back to mock me. She does not remember me. Our love, when it was once noble and innocent had blossomed from the unbreakable friendship of two dreamy children, into a wildfire of unearthly passion and sincere devotion. That love drove us to the most extreme depths, that drag and pinch at my heart to think about, and those depths guided us through the walk of madness. All that I have lived for, since before I can remember is gone to her. I am just part of the void in her mind, our overwhelming love affair lost into darkness. The boy and I cling onto to a vacant space, emptiness formed from her absence and ignorance. He will not make me weak.

I sharply turn and begin my march to the bridge, I may no longer waste time on what was and is gone, I must be very careful with what is to come. Of course she will meet me in the Star forge, where she will hope to destroy my fleet and bring victory to the republic; I can remember my little hero very well. But that will not be so; I have prepared waves of my most fierce Sith troopers and Dark Jedi, along many little traps of the Star Forge's very own pets to provide her various entertainments on her journey to me. She will not best me, never again. I was always the superior but the weakness in my heart caused me falter and I fell obediently into the position of her pet. The adoring pet, who she would beat and humiliate in front of an army of soldiers but the one she would call on for comfort and affection in private. A fire twists and chokes in my chest at the thought of it, she will regret with every inch of her soul ever believing she could ever suppress my power. I am the master; I always was and will be.

To my delight I find my new pet obediently awaiting my command. "Master, I have begun writing the script of programming I remembered from the-" I slap her sharply.

"Do not speak unless you are spoken to, girl." I bark at her, Bastilla nods quickly not uttering a whimper, such a good dog. "The republic will be here soon." I say as I gaze out of the window full with pride at the glory of my fleet. "I expect you to put your battle meditation to good use. Should you encounter Revan you may defeat her in combat but I do not give you permission to kill her, bring her to me, understood?"

"Yes, master." She answers coolly, before narrowing her eyes in deep thought.

"Pay attention to me when I speak to you." I hiss, my mechanical voice chocking in anger. An unexpected look of guilt washes over her. I know it well, the guilt of a wayward child, she will need further training. "Go, I've had enough of you." At that she scrabbles away, to finally leave me in peace.

The simple hum, clicking and cheeping of the bridge's electronics calm my thoughts and allow me to plan. Until an overpowering force rages through my body and drives a memory so vividly my mind, I almost believed it was real. I remember the petty little ship Revan and I were given by the republic in the Mandolarian wars. Small and swift, it was excellent for navigating through war territories quietly but compared to the magnificence and splendour we would soon come to know, it was a floating pile of garbage. However Revan adored it and she quickly infected me too. It was our first stepping stone after rebelling against the counsel, we had never been so free, all the rules and codes that had bound and crippled us for so long were gone, we were King and Queen on that ship. And on that floating pile of garbage our forbidden, precious, overwhelming, love affair didn't have to be a secret anymore. The smell of old fuel and plastic return to me and bring with it waves of nostalgia, the ship's hum is clumsy compared to the eloquence of the leviathan and the walls are formed from grey, slops of junk metal. I am drawn to a specific day where I find myself reading reports the main hold, with a dull white light looming over a table of data pads and incomplete maps. I relive the frustration and anxiety caused by suffering the consequences of a battle and preparing for my next, as well as the toll of the ships uncomfortable chairs. I was so naive and stupid; I did not take risks, sacrificing victory for the worthless lives of my troops.

I look up and I find it so hard to believe that she is in front of me smiling. She is so beautiful. The clad of metal that weighs on my face is gone, I can't even feel it, instead my face feels light and on my lips I have the wonderful sensation that I am grinning at her like a fool. I walk over to her and I take her hands in my own. The touch of her skin sends a burning rush up my arms and through my entire body, the words "Hey beautiful," leave my lips in a whisper from a voice I thought lost me. "I missed you," she tenderly murmurs in return. The alien sound of my laughter fills the room with more magic "Oh, I know! It's been too long, my love. Breakfast feels like forever ago." I pull her closer to me, her body is pressed up against mine and her arms slide around my waist, the burning rush diligently returns to send my whole body alight with a mad desire. I hope so desperately to feel her lips softly on mine again, that sweet perfection that made everything right, even once we were wrong. But I am unwillingly awoken from my dream by a noise behind me of a minor situation on the bridge.

I know now she is close. Her presence was with me in that forgotten memory and there is a dark emptiness as she leaves it. So my memory is not lost to her and our bond, the one forged as children, is stronger and more alive than it ever was. She will be here soon, she will be mine again and she will be punished.

Really stuck if I should keep it cannonish and only have a few more chapters and Malak dies (by Revan of course) keeping it short and sweet or I should do these crazy ass alternate ending and drag it out more idk. What do you think? I realize I'm ruining the surprise but I figured let you decide is fun, i like reader input better than anything. Like this was originally just going to be Malak but hey! change is good.