As a Note: The Book Revan is cannon to this story only in so much as it sets up Revan and The Exile (Meetra) to fight the Sith Emperor. As the book proceeded to pretty much dump all over KOTOR 2, I'm returning the favor to both it and The Old Republic MMO (TOR). It never sat well with me that KOTOR 2 pretty much ceased to exist post Revan/TOR except for the Exile being a throw away character in a Flashpoint.

For this book, KOTOR I & II will be held above the book and anything TOR. I will of course give a nod to what was done. The Light Side endings of both KOTOR I & II are considered cannon for this story, as is Reven's gender as male, the Exile's gender as Female, and her given name. However, that's it. You can imagine your own male Revan and Female Exile appearance wise for the story, I wont give them physical appearances.

I haven't delved into writing Star Wars fanfiction before, to be honest, its a real scary and daunting thing to even try, considering the MASSIVE amount of lore and characters one needs to know about. But... this came to me as a random idea. KOTOR I & II were two of my favorite games, Revan and the Exile two of my favorite characters. I disliked what TOR: Revan did to them, and also disliked what happened in TOR. Considering I am a sucker for and a fan of time trival...

Well...

The idea randomly came to me and I went with it. IDK how frequently I'll update this, or whether or not it will sit on the backburner. I DO have a lot of story's I'm working on. I imagine writing up to the end of the 'Phantom Menace' would be fairly easy. However, after that IDK, I'll have to do a lot of research.

Anyway...

Our story begins as Revan confronts the Sith Emperor...

A Wound in Time

Chapter 1: Through a Wound in the Force.

Reven opened himself up to the force, letting both the light and the dark side flow through him like twin rushing rivers. He began to glow with energy. Instead of unleashing that energy to blast aside the Sith Emperor Vitiate, he focused on channeling it. What he had now was a state of the force he had never held before, wielding both light and dark at once, the sense of wholeness, of oneness with the Force was something he couldn't properly describe. He knew he would need all of his power, along with the aide of Meetra Surik and Scourge, to defeat the Vitiate.

Defeat the Emperor...

Time seemed to slow to a crawl and freeze. In that moment he saw so many different futures, different outcomes to this one battle. In some, the Emperor was no more. In others, the Emperor had won, killed the three of them, and transformed the entire galaxy into an empty wasteland devoid of life. He saw both his own triumph and defeat, played out in so many differing outcomes. One in particular, the most clear one and likely one if he had to guess, shined out like a beacon to him, but it wasn't an outcome he savored. He saw Scourge betray them, stabbing Meetra from behind and killing her, kneeling to the Emperor afterwords.

Time slowly started to move again Meetra and Scourge finished their battle with the Emperor's guards. He felt the Sith Emperor's pressure on his mind, trying to overcome the twin rivers of the Force and subjugate him. He glanced back at Meetra and Scourge as they strode forward, lightsabers ready. He could see Scourge's eyes flicker back and forth between Revan and the Emperor, trying to come to a decision.

But Revan already knew what decision the Sith would make.

It would be hard enough to defeat the Sith Emperor with all three of them. Him and Meetra against the Emperor and Scourge would be an impossible fight, they could not win it, especially if the guards trying to breech into the throne room managed to break in. They had to flee, but there was nowhere to flee to. If they lost here, and were killed, or worse, captured and subjugated by the Emperor's mental domination, it was over for the Jedi, and the galaxy.

There was nowhere and nothing to turn to.

Save for the Force.

"Meetra!" he called out, holding a glowing hand towards her.

She acted instantly. Even without knowing what he was doing or planning, she trusted in him. She always had. Whether it was following him into war, obeying his commands in the battlefield, or even igniting the horrors of the Mass Shadow Generator on Malachor V. Like a good soldier, she followed orders. She reached him, grabbed his hand, and poured her own force energy into him.

Yet something was wrong. The moment she connected to him and began feeding him energy, he was shocked to feel a Force Bond form nigh instantly between them. But what was worse was the nature of the energy she fed into him, the nature of what she was. It was something within Meetra herself, something he had failed to notice in her with the short time they had together after she had rescued him. He felt pain, he felt the emptiness within her, as if...

He understood instantly.

As if she were a Wound in the Force.

What had Malachor V done to her?

It was to late to stop what was happening. He had begun the moment she had grabbed his hand. To wield both Darkness and Light together like this was something he had never heard of before. Who knows what concepts and abilities were possible with the Force as a whole. He had intended to try something desperate, to try to move through the Force, Fold Space he believed the technique was called, to teleport them out of the Emperor's palace, or at least blow a hole in it big enough to flee through if that failed. Instead, the energy poured back through the Wound that was Meetra, broke a temporary hole in the fabric of the Force itself, and took the two of them through it.

Energy erupted around them in a massive explosion, critically wounding both the Sith Emperor, and Scourge. When it cleared, Revan and Meetra were nowhere to be found...

Meetra gave a startled cry, feeling like she was being turned inside out. For a split second, her vision turned pitch black, and then it was restored in a blinding flash of light. She felt a horrific disturbance ripple and pulsate through the Force, herself as the origin point. She found herself and Revan midair, and falling swiftly to the ground below, or rather, the sand below. She rolled as she landed, cushioning the fall and springing up, her lightsaber ready.

She winced as she heard a heavy thud, glancing aside her to see Revan face first in the sand. "Revan?"

Nothing.

She took a quick glance around, finding herself in some kind of sea of sand. Where in the world were they? She shook her head, deactivated her lightsaber, and walked over, kneeling down next to Revan and giving him a brief shake. No reaction whatsoever. Whatever he had done to get them out of the throne room had drained him immensely, she could barely feel his presence in the Force.

Yet, why had he fled to begin with? They had gone there to FIGHT the Emperor, not get cold feet at the last second. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. She'd ask him later, for now, they needed to find civilization. She was starting to feel the heat of this desert world, Revan would be even worse in his cloak and face mask. Speaking of which...

She rolled him over, took it off, and slid it into the pocket of his robes to hide it. It would probably be for the best to not announce who they were for now unless they were in trusted company. Both she and Revan had enough baggage and bad history attached to them without needing to get harped at over it. She slung Revan over her shoulder and started walking.

"Force, Revan you're heavy," she muttered.

It shouldn't have been that hard to move around with him. Heck, she could recall having to carry Anton, Mical, or Visas onto the Ebon Hawk unconscious to be tended to with little to no difficulty...

Wait...

Wait a minute...

She froze, shocked and horrified. Even as she had gone in search of Revan, she had always felt her connection, her force bonds, to her friends. Something to draw strength from in her time of need. She could feel NONE of them anymore. Impossible... how could they all have died, just like that, within the span of a few minutes? Or had whatever Revan done accidentally severed her bonds with her friends?

Either way, the end result was the same. She was without her bonds, without her friends and ties save for Revan, and he was in no state to lend her strength. Not that she really wanted to leach strength from him, especially without explaining to him exactly what was going on...

You are a cipher, forming bonds, leeching the life of others, siphoning their will and dominating them. It is the teaching of these new Sith, to feed on others, on other Force Sensitives.

Meetra closed her eyes and took a raged breath, the words of Master Vrook Lamar, of the Jedi Council so recently reformed and killed echoing in her head.

When you returned to us, we saw what had happened. You carry all of those deaths at Malachor within you, and it has left a hole, a hunger that cannot be filled.

All the death you've caused to get here. You feed on it, and you grow stronger. You're like Malachor... it's in you, it's what you are now. You must have noticed as you've fought across all these planets, killing hundreds - only to become more and more powerful. Why do you think that was?

She shook her head and opened her eyes. This was why she had focused on other tasks after... after Kreia had died, why she had dove into finding Revan. She used them as a way to distract herself, to keep her thoughts on other matters, not to dwell on the horror of what she was, and what had happened during the 'shadow war' against the Sith, against Darth Sion, Darth Nihilus... and Kreia, Darth Treya as she had called herself at the end...

She sighed once more and refocused on trudging through sand dune after sand done, until at last she came across something. A silvery shape ship off in the distance. She might have thought it a mirage if she couldn't feel the presence of people on and around it...

Including that of someone force sensitive, two actually, though one was moving away. She hurried towards it, sighting a number of people moving what looked like hyper-drive parts onto the ship. But what drew her attention, and surprised her, was a young man in jedi robes, attached to his belt was a lightsaber. So few Jedi had survived the Shadow Wars, she had been told that less than a hundred remained. The chances of meeting one of them here was rather shocking...

But, she doubted it was chance. The Force rarely left it to that.

She started towards them. "Hey!"

The Jedi whirled, hand going to his lightsaber, before registering her and Revan, glancing over the robes. He made a motion to his companions to stay where they were before moving to meet them.

He frowned, glancing them over, pausing on Meetra's lightsaber. "I wasn't aware the council knew where we were."

Meetra stared at him blankly. "Council...?"

The council was dead, Kreia had killed them, ripped the force away from them...

Let me show you - you who have forever seen the galaxy through the Force. See it through the eyes of the Exile.

She flinched a little at the words, to hear Kreia's voice again. She refocused on the Jedi. Had a new council been chosen from among the survivor's already? She could imagine Bastilla being on it, but had little clue as to the others. Maybe Visas and Mical? She supposed she'd figure it out soon enough.

The Jedi's eyebrows furrowed. "If you're not here for us, why are you here? What mission could the council possibly send Jedi to Tatooine for?"

Tatooine? Ugh... Hutt crawling sand trap. THIS was where Revan thought would be a good place to run too?

She shook her head. "I'm not here on business of the council. I was here to help a friend."

The Jedi's eyes flickered to Revan before nodding. "We'll, I'd never turn down a fellow Jedi in need, come, let's get him situated."

The Jedi spoke as they moved into the ship, "My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi, I am a padawan under Master Qui-Gon Jinn. We were on a diplomatic mission to Naboo to alleviate a Trade Federation Blockade. It... well, ended poorly."

Trade Federation?

She frowned. "Naboo is fairly far off from here if I recall, what brings you all the way to Tatooine?"

"Our ship was damaged during the escape, we're escorting the Queen of Naboo to Coruscant at the moment," Obi-Wan answered.

Obi-Wan led her to the med bay of the ship and helped her lay Revan out on a bed before studying him, a contemplative look on his face. "We will bring your friend to the temple to see the healers. I don't feel any physical damage, but he seems oddly drained."

Meetra nodded before pausing, "The temple?"

Obi-Wan glanced at her. "The Jedi Temple of course."

Had the surviving Jedi all moved to Coruscant? Huh... guess they wanted to position themselves at the core of the Republic as they regrew their numbers.

"I can't recall ever seeing you or you're friend before, what are your names?" asked Obi-Wan.

"Meetra Surik," she said, internally bracing herself for either rebuke or praise.

Obi-Wan blinked a few times. "Can't say I've heard of you, and your friend?"

Haven't heard of her? Was the Shadow Wars being hushed up or something? It was a lesson new padawans ought to be taught. Not that the man seemed to be a new padawan, he was old enough to be a senior one, soon to be knighted.

She shook her head, sighed quietly to herself, expecting to have to either defend Revan from the young man's accusations, or stop his hero worship while the man was unconscious. "Revan."

Obi-Wan frowned. "Can't say I've heard of either of you."

Wait... what?! How could someone NOT have heard of Revan? There was no way the Mandalorian Wars, and the war that happened after, could be hushed up or hidden. Something... was off here...

Obi-Wan was watching her thoughtfully, and carefully, a questioning look in his eye.

Well, she needed to give him something to go on. "I'm... an exile, I haven't exactly been a part of the order in years."

Obi-Wan paused at that, a bit surprised, before masking it. "I see. Exile status or not, its no reason to deny you and you're friend aid. Though I imagine the council might not be happy to see you still in robes or with a lightsaber."

Meetra brushed off his comment and moved to sit down on a chair next to Revan's bed, sighing quietly to herself. She watched as Obi-Wan checked Revan over, running a scanner of some sort to check his vitals. To be honest... she had no idea what type of scanner he was using. From what she had seen, this ship seemed very state of the art, it put the Ebon Hawk to shame. She didn't even know what model it was.

Seeming satisfied with Revan, Obi-Wan turned to her. "And you? Are you alright? You're presence feels... off, strange."

Meetra pursed her lips. "I'm fine."

She was not getting into a discussion as to what she was with a padawan.

Obi-Wan nodded and put the scanner away. "I was discussing it with my Master before he left to go back for the boy, but, did you by chance feel a disturbance in the Force a short time ago?"

Meetra frowned. "I... we... we're the disturbance I think."

Obi-Wan looked surprised. "What? How? What did you do?"

"I'm not honestly sure what Revan did. One moment we were in a battle for our lives on another planet, the next, we end up here in Tatooine," admitted Meetra.

Obi-Wan's eyebrows shot up. "You're saying he teleported you here? I've never heard of the Force being able to do that."

"Neither have I," she replied.

"I'll have to discuss it with my Master I suppose. Such a thing I don't think is natural, I'm not sure you should have done it," said Obi-Wan.

"I wasn't expecting it to happen," she defended, "I don't know why he did it. We we're there to end it, not run."

Obi-Wan frowned at her. "End it...? I believe an exile is supposed to live their lives laying low, not drawing attention to themselves, or masquerading as a Jedi with the authority of the Order."

Meetra glared at him, anger bleeding into her voice, "I've been through enough hell the last few years without some uppity padawan giving me grief."

Obi-Wan scoffed. "If this is how you react to all your problems I can see why you were exiled."

Meetra's eyes narrowed. "Why I was exiled had little to do with my attitude, and more with the fact of what I am and that I alone returned for judgement when no one else did."

"Judgement on what...?" began Obi-Wan before shaking his head and starting to walk away, "Forget it, the decisions of the council are not mine to pry on. Your fate is for the council to decide."

Right, because that had gone so well the last two times. First she had been exiled. Then the council betrayed her and tried to strip her of the force. Wonder what trial number three would bring... well, she did have knowledge of the Sith Empire growing in the unknown regions. That ought to placate them. Maybe that was why Revan had fled with her, to go get aid.

Who knows.

She closed her eyes and began to meditate. Relaxing herself and stretching out her senses for a time. She slowly became aware of two, no, three presences making their way towards the ship. One felt older, decently strong in the force, most likely Kenobi's Jedi Master. The second... the second felt young, however, he was like a beacon in the force, and it astounded her. Who in the world was this? She wasn't sure she had ever felt someone with so much potential before. If trained, the boy would rival herself, and even Revan. Perhaps with ease...

It was the third presence, swiftly coming for the other two, that drew her focus and alarm. She knew that sensation of darkness anywhere.

Sith.

Meetra's eyes flew upon and she bolted out of the med bay and through the ship. The presence wasn't close to as strong as Sion, Nihilus, or Treya, but he was not to be taken lightly. She bolted off the ship, sighting an older Jedi, out of robes and in a civilian clothing, leading a small blond haired boy towards the ship.

The older Jedi, who she assumed to be Qui-Gon, looked at Meetra with confusion, at least until the boy behind him spoke up, "Qui-Gon, sir, wait! I'm tired!"

She saw it as Qui-Gon turned, a speeder carrying a figure in a black cloak, rushing for them. "Anakin! Drop!"

The boy flattened to the ground in time to duck the speeder as the Sith leaped off the speeder and attacked Qui-Gon, red lightsaber with a long handle, probably a double-bladed one, half ignited and clashing against the Jedi's green one. "Go! Tell them to take off!"

Meetra and Anakin passed one another as they ran, Anakin towards the ship, Meetra towards the battle, igniting her lightsaber. The Sith saw her coming and ignited the other end of his lightsaber. If Qui-Gon was surprised to see another Jedi there helping him, he didn't show it. He re-positioned himself, allowing her into the fray and worked with her to drive the Sith back.

Whoever this Sith was, he was skilled with a lightsaber, but didn't feel particularly strong with the force. She aimed a hand towards him and Force Pushed, easily overpowering his defenses. The Sith was taken offguard and sent flying, landing on his back. They rushed him, only for him to push himself to his feet and leap overhead, swinging down at Meetra. She blocked and dove as he landed behind her and tried to skewer where she had been. Qui-Gon took the offensive, allowing her time to recover...

She paused, sighting the ship taking off and heading their way, it's hatch still open. Right, these Jedi were on an escort mission, they couldn't afford to stay here and get entangled with a Sith, especially if he had allies on the way. Meetra aimed a hand at the ground and thrust upward, using the Force to create a small sandstorm and sent it right at the Sith, sending him staggering back, trying to blow the sandstorm away.

"The ship!" she called out, rushing towards it.

Qui-Gon nodded and followed suit. They both leaped up onto the hatch and went into the ship as it closed. Meetra leaned against the walls as the ship repositioned itself and took off into space. Qui-Gon partially collapsed onto the floor, breathing in and out. If that small duel winded him, he must not have seen much action during the wars.

Anakin and Obi-Wan rushed into the boarding room, both kneeling down next to the man.

"Are you all right?" asked Anikan.

Qui-Gon nodded and motioned to Meetra. "Better than I would have been if not for our friend here."

Meetra gave a curt nod back, but said nothing.

"What was it?" asked Obi-Wan.

Qui-Gon's answer surprised Meetra. "I'm not sure, but it was well-trained in the Jedi arts. My guess is it was after the queen."

Was he really that blind? "It was a Sith."

Both Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon turned their heads to stare at her, hard.

Qui-Gon cleared his throat. "The thought had passed through my head, but what makes you so sure?"

Meetra scowled. "I've fought and killed enough of them to be sure."

They both stared at her blankly.

Qui-Gon slowly stood up and looked her over, confusion written all over his face and presence. "I don't believe we've been introduced."

"Meetra Surik," she answered, her voice thin and growing a little impatient.

Qui-Gon's face furrowed in thought. "Surik...? That name..."

"She said she was an Exile of the order," said Obi-Wan before turning to her, "And what do you mean you've 'fought and killed enough of them'? The Sith have been extinct for over a millennium."

Meetra stared at him in disbelief. "A millennium? Are you high on spice or something?"

Obi-Wan bristled and glared at her. "Excuse me?"

"Enough," ordered Qui-Gon, slightly raising his voice.

Qui-Gon looked at Meetra, a contemplative look on his face. "Meetra Surik... as in The Jedi Exile?"

She nodded. "Yes."

Qui-Gon said nothing else, his eyebrows furrowing. Meetra felt a wave of disbelief emanate from him, and then extreme cautiousness and unease.

"Master?" questioned Obi-Wan, "Do you know her?"

"Ignoring the impossibility of it, if she is who she claims to be, I know of her," said Qui-Gona quietly, "If you paid more attention to your own studies you might recall her from the History of the Jedi Order."

Obi-Wan looked at him, confused. "Master...?"

History of the order? Was she being written about now? Well... that was something.

"What about her friend, do you know a 'Revan'?" asked Obi-Wan.

That got a visible start out of Qui-Gon, and he sharply looked at Meetra. "Revan? As in Revan of the Mandalorian Wars, Darth Revan of the Jedi Civil War?"

Meetra scowled. "He redeemed himself in the end, lay off him."

Now both Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon were staring at her uneasily.

"Master... the disturbance we were talking about earlier. She said she and Revan were the cause of it, that they had 'teleported' here," said Obi-Wan quietly, "I might not know of her, but I do know of the Mandalorian Wars..."

Qui-Gon said nothing.

Meetra glanced back and forth between them. "What are you two going on about?"

"Meetra...," began Qui-Gon, "The Mandelorian Wars were almost four-thousand years ago."

Meetra stared at him blankly. "Four... thousand...?"

No.

No way.

Was he saying...

That was impossible, even for Revan.

Yet...

It would explain why he bonds with her friends were gone. They would have died a long time ago...

Meetra turned and walked away from them, unable to bring herself to say anything, making for the med bay. She would not, could not handle what they were saying, even if the Force whispered to her that it was true, echoing through Revan and down to her. She sat down next to the still unconscious Revan and simply stared at him quietly.

"Revan... what have you done?" she whispered despairingly, "Our friends... all gone... and your family, your wife and child..."

She sat there, feeling the weight of it all crushing down on her. She and Revan were just footnotes in history now. It even appeared that they hadn't been needed to fight the Sith Empire, judging by the fact that the Jedi were still around and the Sith hadn't apparently been seen for the last thousand years. What in the world were they supposed to do? Where would they go?

"Umm, miss Meetra ma'am?" came a quiet voice.

She looked up to see the boy Anakin by the door, holding a cup of something hot, "I thought you could use this."

She gave him a weak smile and took the cup after he walked over. "Thank you."

The boy gave her a small smile. He moved back to the door, closed it, and leaned against it. His eyes swept back and forth between her and Revan. Meetra glanced down at the cup, figured it to be some kind of caffeine drink, and down it in one go. Wah... that sensation was something she had missed. Whatever it was, it was strong, at least by her standards, she certainly wasn't going to sleep for awhile.

"Are you really from the past?" asked Anakin.

Meetra frowned and set the cup down. "Your past is my present, but, if what Master Jinn says is true... then yes. I don't know how or why Revan did it though."

Anakin blinked a few times before glancing at the unconscious Revan. "He's the one who did it? Not you?"

Meetra gave him a confused look. "Why would you think I could do so?"

"I saw you and Qui-Gon fighting that Sith guy, it was awesome!" he said excitedly, "You gotta be really strong to keep up with a Jedi Master!"

Only a little boy could think crossing lightsabers with a Sith was 'awesome', and not terrifying. So little the young know of war and bloodshed. It was better that way she supposed.

As for the topic of strength. "Perhaps I was strong once."

At Malachor, before Kreia died, she might been strong enough to even surpass Revan. But that wasn't her own strength, it was strength leached off of others, fed off of the death she had sowed in the Shadow Wars. Once Kreia had died, Meetra had slowly started to lose the strength from their connection, better than dying as Kreia had led her to believe would happen when their bond was severed. She could still feel it, like a dripping faucet, her power slowly leaving her even now after being displaced into this time with the severance of her bonds to her friends.

Well...

Unless she stared making new bonds and fighting her way through another galactic war...

Honestly though... she was tired. Tired of fighting and death and being a parasite off of those she befriended and came to care for.

"Brr," said Anakin, rubbing his arms.

"Cold?" she asked, a little curious.

"A bit," he admitted sheepishly, "I don't know why, everyone else seems fine with it."

Meetra gut up and started rummaging through the cupboards around the med bay, coming away with a blanket. "Sit."

Anakin did so, and gave her a meek smile when she laid the blanket on him. "You come from a hot planet, it will take you time to get used to normal world temperature, and especially to cold of space."

Anakin thought it over before nodding. "Makes sense."

Meetra moved away and leaned against a nearby wall, sighing heavily and staring at Revan.

"You seem sad," said Anakin.

Meetra sat down and closed her eyes. "We... left them all behind. All of our friends are gone, and Revan's wife and child... he'll never be able to hold her again, never see his child grow up. Everything I ever knew is gone."

"I'm sorry," murmured Anakin.

Meetra shook her head. "It's nothing you need apologize for. Though, I am going to have a very long talk with Revan about what the hell he was thinking."

Anakin laughed a little. "I bet."

Meetra grew silent, feeling tired by the days events, and the weight of what had happened. She heard Anakin's breathing level off some time later, and figured the boy had drifted off. Perhaps it was best if she did the same...

Anakin floated in space, confused and baffled. In the distance, he could see stars blinking out, he could feel horrible screams rippling through him before being silenced all at once. One by one each star fell, leaving space as a dark void filled with nothing. He was suddenly pulled across space at an insane place until he came before a massive warship, though, it looked rather old and decrepit. He felt something awful on that ship. He started to float down to it and landed on the outside of the bridge, staring in.

He was surprised to see someone he instinctively knew as an older version of himself dressed in jedi robes walk into the bridge. At his side was two beings. One was a green gnome also in jedi robes, an ignited green lightsaber in his hand. The other was a man in a black cloak with an activated red lightsaber. He couldn't tell much about the man, but, judging by what Anakin could see of his chin, he seemed old. The green gnome felt light, pure and good. The old man felt dark, sinister and malicious. But what drew Anakin's attention as his older counterpart started walking was the crew.

They paid no attention to the three force wielders. They moved and did their duties aimlessly with lifeless eyes. They felt dead in the force...

Anakin shook his head and stared down the long bridge to the other end. Standing there, with her back turned to them, was...

"Meetra!" called out the older Anakin with a pained, remorseful voice, raising and igniting his blue lightsaber.

The woman turned, but she wasn't like how Anakin had started to know her. The sensation she gave off was awful. It was like she was a walking void, empty and hungering. Her eyes shined darkly with hunger, craving for the life in them. She was death itself.

"Anakin," she purred, "How good to see you again."

She glanced at his companions dismissively, "And you brought Master Yoda and Darth Sideous."

She grinned maliciously, licking her lips. "Such delicious APPETIZERS!"

She raised a hand and two orange beams of energy shot out straight for 'Yoda' and 'Sideous'. They raised their hands to block the energy, but cringed at the impact. Anakin's eyes went wide as he felt their lives slowly start to drain and Meetra grow stronger. Meetra... she was feeding off them somehow?!

The older Anakin thrust a hand forward and pushed Meetra with an unseen energy, sending her staggering back and disrupting her attack. "Is this how you wanted it Meetra? All those lives... all those innocent people... all your friends... you killed everyone to sate your damn hunger!"

The woman just laughed, drawing and activating her lightsaber.

"Why?" screamed the older Anakin with such anguish Anakin felt his stomach churn, "Why didn't you let me help you? Why didn't you let me try to heal you?"

Meetra didn't respond, instead, she slowly started stalking forward. Within her, Anakin could feel the void spin and swirl, hungering for the trio that readied themselves to face off against her...

"Anakin," spoke a voice.

Anakin jumped a little, looking up to see a ghostly blue figure standing on the hull of the ship staring at him. It was Meetra's friend, Revan, though, he had an odd mask on his face. He was... dead?

"I wont be able to wake and help her in time to stop this. Please, save her from this fate," whispered Revan as darkness engulfed and consumed the ship, leaving not a single light in the galaxy...

Anakin gave a startled hiccup and awoke, scared and fearful for a moment. He glanced around nervously before he remembered where he was. He was in the med bay of a ship going to Coruscant. He had been freed, and was being taken to hopefully become a jedi...

But...

That dream...

He glanced over at the bed, at the unconscious Revan. Then, he glanced over at the wall, at a sleeping Meetra. She seemed... troubled in whatever dream she was having. He wasn't very good at 'feeling' things out, but, she didn't feel like that dream Meetra. She felt... oddly empty and pained, but, showed no visible signs of it.

He shook his head. It was just a dream, he didn't need to be worried about her being some crazy 'suck out your life' monster...

Yet...

Why did that dream feel so real? It had felt like no dream he had ever had before. It... it scared him, and the dream Revan's request...

Was something wrong with her?

He closed his eyes, feeling troubled, and tried to go back to sleep...