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"Speaking"

'Thoughts'

'Telepathic'

-Knights of the Old Republic 3: Heart of the Force-

3,954 BBY; Coruscant

The Force was strong with her child, she felt it. Felt it for the last few months of her pregnancy. Bastila grunted, placing her hands on her bulging stomach; another Force event within her womb. The pain eased again, the furniture in her apartment rustled; chairs and various smaller furniture obeyed the unborn child's command, steadily floating inches above the ground.

Her child's strength in the Force was strong. Like her. Like his father. This was what the Jedi Council was afraid of- the strength of love and family against the promised emptiness of the Jedi Code. And now Revan was gone, traveling far into the depths of the Unknown Regions to fend off the Sith Empire. The ones responsible for the Mandalorian Wars, why Revan sacrificed himself by becoming the Dark Lord of the Sith. Or so he had told her.

He didn't know what laid in store, she could see that underlying fear in his fears; masked by his charming smile. Her eyes watered at the memory of Revan; he had taught her so much of the Force, of life and love. To the end of her days she would always regret what she did to him- taking away his memories; even if he told her otherwise.

"I wish that you were here," Bastila gently whispered, rubbing her stomach soothingly. She imagined Revan's hand placing upon her womb, feeling the strong presence of their child. "Come back to me safely. To us."

-Knights of the Old Republic 3: Heart of the Force-

3,951 BBY; Coruscant

Meetra Surik watched the toddler bounce on her old friend's leg, a joyous smile on his face. He looked so much like Revan; almost like a clone. She smiled at the child's enjoyment of bouncing on his mother's leg. A simple thing was that of a child's smile.

"You must be proud," Meetra started. Bastila looked up towards her old friend, squinting her gray eyes at the brown, short-haired Exile; an amusing smile on her face.

"Of course I am. It can be pretty tiring though, he's got so much energy, don't you?" Vaner giggled as Bastila lifted him and wiggled her nose against his. "Must've been quite an experience for you- Traya and the Triumvirate."

Meetra nodded. "Yes, however I'm afraid my time here is drawing short." She faced away from Bastila for a moment, remembering Revan's droid. "Which reminds me of T3-M4, I trust you remember."

Bastila's eyes widened at the mention of the droid, it must've been years. Now it's returned to her, without Revan. She blinked slowly at the implication but she prayed otherwise. T3-M4 had always accompanied Revan wherever he went. Perhaps she was… No, she knew Revan well enough that he would venture into hot water; now wouldn't be any different.

However she prayed for the best for her husband.

"The little guy's been stubborn about finding you, wanting to show you something about Revan," Bastila unknowingly tightened her grip around Vaner. T3-M4 beeped loudly at Meetra as the astromech rolled next to Surik. "One more beep out of you and you're scrap."

The sensor of T3-M4 glowed a bright neon blue, displaying a holographic video-

The Ebon Hawk crashed upon the planet side, kicking up large tons of dirt and gravel in the process. Smoke rose from the crashed ship and a lone figure stumbled from it. The figure landed on his knees, disorientated and confused of his surroundings. Standing shakily to his feet, the lone man leaned against the crashed ship. The deafening sound of another starship was heard, the man blocking the sound with his hands. A towering figure of black armor stormed towards the man, standing a foot or so taller than the injured passenger along with tendrils trailing down his chin and face. The man reached for his lightsaber and its purple blade swung towards the figure, clashing with his own red lightsaber.

The blows of each other's strikes were mighty, however, the injured passenger was knocked back harshly against the metal hull of the Ebon Hawk. The towering, black armored figure grabbed the man by the throat, squeezing it tightly. The man struggled in the armored figure's grasp, soon however throwing him off his feet with a powerful Force-push.

"You're strong, not strong enough," the armored figure vaguely stated. "More than a match for me I'm afraid. You know what you seek beyond the Unknown Regions."

"The Sith," replied the man. Removing his hood revealed the face of Revan.

"I am here to warn you Jedi, you must not interfere with the work of the Dark side. The Dark Lords of the Sith are destined to rise again. Nothing can prevent that. We have heard of your attempts to build an army. An army to rival the Sith Empire of Old, Revan. Your attempts, while futile, are of note of the Sith'ari."

The figure lashed out with a Force-push, knocking the unexpecting Revan headfirst against the hull of the Ebon Hawk, knocking him out. The figure leaned over to the unconscious, legendary Force wielder and picked him up, carrying him away.

Bastila watched in horror as the monstrous creature carry her husband away. She suddenly bolted from her seat, brushing past T3-M4 and Meetra in a state of frenzy and failing to notice Vaner still in her arms. Meetra bolted after Bastila instantly, grabbing her forearm to restrain her.

"You're not going after him," Meetra demanded firmly. Bastila scowled at the hand preventing her from saving her husband. Brushing it off hastily, she faced her friend.

"Do NOT touch me!" exclaimed Bastila, softly enough so Vaner wouldn't get scared. "Revan has been kidnapped by someone he's afraid of, and you expect me to do nothing?"

"Yes," Meetra replied calmly. Her eyes darted towards Vaner, his cute little eyes widening in confusion. "He wouldn't want you to abandon your child to save him. You saw the holovid Bastila, what are the odds that Revan actually lost? This might be a part of his plan to venture closer to the Sith Empire- the same empire that Revan might've been looking for."

Holding her child close to her, Bastila frowned and stared at Meetra. Revan was undoubtedly the most powerful Force wielder in the galaxy, but if Revan did find what he was looking for then he might be over his head. She looked to Vaner concernedly, she couldn't leave him here alone.

Calm hands cradled her shoulders, prompting Bastila to look at Meetra. The Exile saw the concern, agitation and fear on Bastila's face, she could understand. "Stay with your son. Let me go after Revan, I'm not wanted within the Order anyway; my presence is rather "tolerated" by the older members of the Council as it is. You have sacrificed much, you deserve this one chance at happiness."

"And you?" softly asked Bastila. The Exile smiled grinned somberly, her eyes again looking at Vaner.

"He does look so much like Revan," Meetra ruffled Vaner's hair, smiling fondly. "I'll bring him back to you and Vaner, I promise. Maybe you can send a message to Revan when we find him."

Bastila nodded, shifting Vaner to a more comfortable position. It would do her some good, she thought. Keep her spirit alive for the time being. Some hope for her son too. "Yes, I think I should."

T3-M4 beeped, his sensors flashing blue quickly. Bastila nodded fondly at the droid, thinking quickly on what she wanted to say to her husband.

"This is our son Vaner. He's a handsome little man, much like his father," started Bastila, kissing Vaner affectionately on his forehead. "Remain strong Revan, you have sacrificed much for the galaxy, for me. Even when I didn't deserve it. But you have shown me truth- of the Jedi, of the Sith, the Force and even myself. I love you, never forget that."

Wiping her eyes that welled with tears Bastila had faith in Meetra that she would keep her promise. However a lingering fear captured her heart- Revan had been gone for years, roughly the same time as that hologram that T3-M4 displayed. He could be anywhere in the galaxy by the time she found him. If he was alive still.

"Where will you look?" asked Bastila. Meetra playfully knock T3-M4 on its dome, the astromech beeping in annoyance.

"I'll probably head to the last coordinates of the Ebon Hawk and start from there. Knowing Revan he must have a lock of some sort on his navicomputer, where T3-M4 here will come useful," Meetra explained. "It's a start at least."

"May the Force be with you," Bastila briefly hugged Meetra before the Exile left Bastila's apartment, T3-M4 following closely behind. "May the Force be with you too Revan."

-Knights of the Old Republic 3: Heart of the Force-

"I do not waste my teachings on the weak," the dark, booming voice of an armored male called out in the darkness. Revan, held by his stuncuffs, lifted his tired body to peer into that darkness; he saw a faint shade of red upon the helmet. "You have promise, I sense it, but you have not face the true power of what you call Sith. MY people."

Revan said nothing.

"The original Dark Lords weren't called Sith, they adopted my people's identity to separate themselves from the Jedi. I have lived for twenty thousand years and more, Jedi. I know the nature of the Force better than any mortal- save one. And only one," The armored figure removed his helmet to reveal a heavily scarred, charcoal face. The sight of it made Revan wince, if slightly. "Before the Jedi and "Sith" turned on themselves in their petty scrabbles, there was one Order of the Force: they called themselves the Je'daii- Warriors of the Force. They preached of balance, not only of the Force but within themselves."

The man stared at Revan, waiting for a sign before placing his helmet back on. "We are the true Sith- the Pureblood Sith. We lived in barbaric yet harmonious lives long ago, slaughtering each other in droves to prove our superiority, and for our amusement. Until I came along. I rose to power as a great threat plunged upon Korriban, and I become their God-king; the Sith'ari, the Overlord of the Pureblood Sith."

"Who was the Je'daii that you mentioned?" inquired Revan, his voice hollow and dry. He felt the intense hatred radiating off from the Pureblood Sith, yet suddenly calm serenity.

"The leader of the Je'daii Order- Ralem Solstice," answered the Pureblood Sith. "A god of the Force." Revan heard the respect in the Sith'ari's voice. Yet he felt the Sith'ari was withholding information. "Instead of killing me, he cursed me with eternal life. It wasn't mercy that he showed me, as I later discovered. The aspect of choice is the core belief of the Je'daii, along with balance, however his "choice" has granted me time and purpose."

The Sith'ari crawled closer to the containment field holding Revan. "Eternal life is useful if there is an opportunity behind it, and your attempts to find us have granted me that very desire I wanted most."

"You planned this," Revan answered softly, knowingly. "If your people were from Korriban then how did you manage to build an empire here?"

"Ralem and his followers forced us back to Korriban all those millennials ago, castrating us from the rest of the galaxy. However the leftover technology from the invasion of the Rakatans caused us to rebuild from scratch, leading us eventually to the Great Hyperspace War."

"Which I guess is where Exar Kun was tricked into finding the holocrons of the Sith several thousand years later," ventured Revan.

"Tricked, no. Much like you Revan, Exar Kun became fascinated with the mysteries of the Dark side. We simply left it open for him to find, and he studied it fiercely, then you and your apprentice arrived later bringing us to the present," the Sith'ari continued. "I haven't decided however of your fate. You are the only true threat against my empire and my rule over the galaxy; even then you are a blind insect, contemplating the void of space."

"So why bother creating the Mandalorian Wars? Surely building the Republic's military isn't the wisest of decisions, filled with hardened veterans from the war."

"It will send a message to the entire galaxy of the true strength of the Dark side," the Sith'ari explained. "I have seen the effects of Darth Nilihus and Darth Sion; broken, hollow fragments of our true strength. Even the combined might of the Republic and the "Sith" Empire will still fall, yet your futile attempts will only make my victory that much sweeter. The greatest victory over your enemy is not of might or will or ideology- it is unknown to me, but is understood by all who realize at the end. And I pray I will remain ignorant of that knowledge."

"I will be that example. A martyr for the galaxy," Revan replied knowingly.

"If you wish to call yourself that, fine," the Sith'ari stated. "However I have waited lifetimes and generations for this moment," He paused for a moment to contemplate. "You are a fascinating creature Revan; of all my lifetimes, you alone have done what the Jedi and Sith have considered impossible- garnered both sides of the Force. However you have not truly mastered the Force in its essence, its purity; you have not known true power yet."

Revan frowned at the Sith'ari. How more power of the Force could be channeled? His breath left his lungs suddenly, feeling the crashing wave of the Sith'ari's power crushing him-nearly breaking his bones. His head buzzed as his eyes rolled to the back of his skull, nearly splitting his mind completely in shambles.

The power dissipated immediately from Revan, falling to his knees and panting helplessly. Such godly power, its beauty caused his eyes to well up in tears. It was beautiful yet haunting. He could not survive this, he knew. He would die here if he was foolish enough to fight back. Yet…

"Power comes not of steel or lightsaber," commented the Sith'ari. "Nor of war and bloodshed. Real power comes from the flesh, but not of will. It doesn't come from the individual wielding the strength, but of his goal and purpose; I have found mine Revan. That is the nature of the Force."

Revan panted still, his mind strained to its limits. He couldn't think, merely relying on pure instinct of survival.

"Our time is done here Revan. I shall not kill you now, but I have learned that there are many sufferings worse than death. But death will not be a luxury for you either."

Lifting to shaky legs, Revan pulled himself to full height and stared at the Sith'ari. The foolish notion of hope streamed into his soul; or rather it was pride or vanity that fueled his actions.

"I have been broken and rebuilt before. I survived then, and I will survive now," defied Revan, pride shining over his demeanor. "If the Force wills it, you will fall- either by my hands, or by yours."

The Sith'ari respected strength, and Revan showed much behind his eyes. "You mistake me for your own weak flesh, I do not end. My empire will reshape the planets, stars and nebulas of this galaxy; poised to be replaced with an golden age long forgotten. You are a blind insect, let your death be the same. The deaths you caused, the war you've fueled- they are all mine!"

The Sith'ari laughed darkly, its essence echoing in Revan's soul. "This galaxy is mine! And it is time I reclaimed it!" The Sith'ari's pure presence wrangled into Revan's bones, making him ill and weak. "Fell innocence, fueled by self-righteousness; you are master of nothing!"

A/N: Hey guys, hope you enjoy this new story!

As the title of this story states, this my attempt at Knights of the Old Republic 3. Many of us have wanted to see the completed trilogy but since Bioware and TOR (and now Disney), that'll never happen. However I have done as much research as I could in regards to the planned 3rd KOTOR game (articles and interviews with the Obsidian crew, the concept art and sketches of the characters, worlds, ships, etc.) Hopefully I can appease not only myself but the rest of the KOTOR fanbase, though obviously some of my own elements will be incorporated into the story (close enough, I guess).

This story features the son of Bastila Shan and Revan- Vaner Shan.

Power scale (there have been changes from the VS Battle wiki site, in essence all the characters under the Continent tier have now been changed to Multi-Continent and Revan has been changed to Moon tier)-

Multi-Solar System to Multi-Solar System+:

The Son

The Daughter

Solar System to Solar System+:

Vitiate

Revan (Possibly; Force visions determined that either Vitiate or Revan could come out on top)

Multi-Continent to Multi-Continent+:

Meetra Surik (managed to defeat Darth Traya)

Kreia/Darth Traya (Entirely drained three Jedi Masters of comparable power to Darth Sion and Pre-Malachor V Meetra Surik, the combined Force Drain/Sever of Darth Nihilus and Darth Sion failed to drain her of her power completely, finally, at the time of her death, she was still considered stronger than Meetra Surik)

Darth Malak (comparable to, but weaker than, Darth Revan)

Darth Nihilus (Force Drain)

Country to Country+:

Bastila Shan (Small Country; comparable to Darth Sion)

Darth Sion (Small Country)