"Bastila, this is Commander Carth Onasi of the republic navy. Come in Bastila."

"This is Bastila. We have reached Revan's ship and are preparing to board."

"Good." Carth replied as he shut off his comm link. Carth Onasi was a very impatient man, and was always disappointed if things weren't successful. Especially if the republic failed in capturing the powerful Sith Lord, Darth Revan. He hadn't been the same since his wife died, and yet he didn't live in shame or depression. He thought himself only as a soldier, and his duty was to protect the republic, and defeat the Sith.

"Commander Onasi, we have a problem." Came a nervous sounding voice from the flight deck. Carth was standing above the crew members on the Starstreaker, and noticed that the voice was coming from Fleet Admiral Vastin. Vastin was middle-aged, yet looked as though he was still in perfect shape. His face was a series of small wrinkles, with sharp, sapphire eyes. His brown hair had gray lines traveling up his scalp, and his beard was nonetheless. Otherwise, he was tall, muscular, and very wise in the art of war. Standing above Carth, even a Mandalorian would think twice before assaulting such a man.

"What is it admiral?" Carth asked, glancing slightly over his shoulder. Even he didn't want to make eye contact.

"Without Bastila's battle meditation, the battle has been becoming more and more difficult. I request that we reconsider our operation."

"Admiral, we have nothing to fear. Malak has been separated from Revan, and a team of skilled Jedi have infiltrated Revan's ship." Carth reassured, while turning around to face the admiral, "The Jedi shall quickly defeat the Sith Lord."

"Are you sure, Commander?" Vastin asked, his eyes giving Carth a somewhat threatening glare. Carth sighed and ran his hand though his short, brown hair. He was just as unsure as the admiral, and was not afraid to hide it.

"Truth is, Admiral, I'm not." Carth replied, turning around so that his back faced Vastin. Looking at the fleet admiral only made him more nervous than he already was. Vastin clenched his fist tightly, and then slowly released his grip.

"Then I guess only time will tell." The admiral stated as he walked out of the command bridge. Carth let out one more sigh, this one of relief, and began to watch the violent battle from inside the safe haven of the ship. The Starstreaker was a very reliable cruiser, and had saved Carth's life many a times. And Carth thought her as a very, very valuable ally in this war. There were a few things that Carth treasured nowadays, and this was one of them. It was the fastest ship in the fleet, capable of outrunning most Sith destroyers, and this feat saved many lives, which earned it respect from the superiors.

"Sir, Revan's flagship has begun to stop firing its cannons." A crew member informed, and pulled back in surprise, "Maybe this plan just might work!"

"Maybe." Carth repeated to himself with a chuckle. This might actually work.

"We're in." Bastila spoke to her Jedi companions as they exited the hanger doors. Flying to Revan's flagship was even harder then you could imagine. Dodging multiple blaster shots, and evading assault ships were more than the Jedi could handle. Landing was even more difficult. When the Jedi ran out of the ship, they were greeted by dozens of Sith soldiers and battle droids. The Jedi had a harder time actually getting to the enemy then fighting them. When they clashed, the Jedi easily overcame the troops, deflecting blaster shots and at the same time launching them back at the soldiers. After they had taken over the room, and explosion sent a powerful shockwave through the ship and the Jedi were sent immediately to the ground. As soon as they got back up again, more troops entered into the hanger, and by the time the Jedi had cleared the room, around forty bodies lay motionless on the floor, with all the Jedi alive.

"Bastila. Be careful, there might be dark Jedi aboard." Carth reminded Bastila as she shut off her comm link. She knew that Carth was just trying to help, but he seemed to be interfering with her work, and she ended her conversation with him there.

"Alright. We must hurry, or else our fleet will be destroyed." Bastila stated as she flipped on her sun colored lightsaber. The others repeated her action, and with the force, the Jedi quickly swept through to the next hall. In the next room, the Sith were waiting for them, and immediately opened fire. The surprised Jedi reflexively deflected the bolts of pure energy, and dashed ahead to engage. To scatter them, Bastila quickly launched a Force wave with her hand, and launched the bewildered Sith troopers straight into the wall. After the Jedi swiftly dispatched this group, they moved on silently.

After a series of rooms filled with more and more enemies, the Jedi stopped to take a quick rest. The fact that they met constant enemies was draining their physical energy, not to mention the small scratches and burns they received as payment from their foes. Bastila quickly switched on her comm link.

"Carth, it seems as though Revan knew we were coming. Every single room we have been in has been filled with more soldiers!" Bastila said panting slowly, "and we are getting more tired by the minuet. Is there any other information that you can give us?" There was a brief pause.

"I'm sorry, Bastila. You'll have to do this on your own." Bastila sighed and flipped off the communication device. She knew from the start that there was nothing Carth could do. She just wanted to comfort herself. Bastila had already regained most of her energy anyway, and so did her comrades that were with her.

"Come. We have no time to waste." Bastila said, igniting her yellow blade once more. The Jedi followed Bastila into the next room, finding it empty. It was a strange thing, noting that the past four rooms were already occupied with violent me who only hand plans to kill them. This time, however, all there was was a single door and a few containers for medpacks.

"Well this is odd." A fellow Jedi spoke, scanning the room from side to side. After being satisfied that nothing was suspicious, the Jedi moved on into the next room, which was also empty except for a workbench alongside a wall. After they entered the last empty room, they then found themselves in a hallway that would lead straight to the command bridge, where Lord Revan would surely be. Without a word, the Jedi sped down the hall on fast feet, and met no resistance whatsoever. When the Jedi finally made it to where the bridge would lay behind a door, five dark Jedi wielding blood colored blades suddenly appeared between them and their objective. They were dressed in normal Sith attire, with pitch black robes and a large hood that hid their faces under a shadow, along with the strong aura of the dark side among them

"We will only ask you once to step aside." Bastila stated as she slowly raised her golden lightsaber. The dark Jedi made no move to listen to her words, and just stood like statues frozen in carbonite. Noticing that they had no intent to back down, Bastila and her Jedi quickly rushed to fight their last trial. When they clashed, Bastila was immediately pushed back by the swift moves of her opponent. Bastila couldn't determine what style this Jedi was using, but she quickly retaliated and began using Soresu, the style of defense. Her lightsaber became a shield, and she began to block every one of the dark Jedi's attacks. Her opponent seemed to know what he was doing, and kept her on the defense, which is exactly what she wanted. The dark Jedi was growing frustrated and agitated by the moment because of the stubbornness of his opponent, which is what Bastila had planned for. When the Dark Jedi got too angry and quickly jabbed his lightsaber straight for Bastila's throat, she knew she had him. When the blade came, she swiftly dodged to her left side, and with an accurate slashed, she cut downwards-upon her opponents head. The golden blade went through, slicing down the head and into the mid torso. When the body hit the floor, she quickly removed her eyes from the Jedi's corpse, not wanting to have feelings of nausea. By the time she was finished, her allies were already finishing up with their duels, and had already defeated their opponents.

"That was very strange too." Bastila whispered to herself, remembering that Dark Jedi were strong, and that they were righting mere amateurs. Things were becoming stranger, and Bastila knew something was up. Revan wasn't a man to be trifled with, and he had to have something up his sleeve. Just then, all the Jedi felt a strong, dark presence in the room before them, and that it was already consumed in the dark side. Without a word, Bastila opened the doors and stepped inside the command bridge.

The room was huge, and had computer panels running in rows on both sides of her. A large window circled in an arc around her, and she could see the ongoing battle outside of the ship. The room was dark, and seemed to be abandoned. There was no person in sight, and even Revan was nowhere to be found. As the Jedi flooded into the command bridge, the dark presence began to come back, filling the entire room with corrupted energies. Bastila quickly pinpointed the source of the power to a dark corner beside the entrance.

"You must be Bastila Shan." Revan stated as he walked out from the shadows. His voice was mechanically enhanced by the faceless mask he wore over his face. He was dressed in a stylish sith robe with a hood covering the top of his head. Bastila could see the evil aura seep out from the pores of his body as he made his way towards the shaking padawan with a grin on his unseen face.

"Lord Revan, we were sent here to capture you, and we won't leave empty handed!" Bastila managed to spit out, and only left the dark lord more amused than he was beforehand.

"Oh, do you now? It would be such a shame if the republic found out that their gifted padawan has died a gruesome death while fighting Revan. Oh what a shame it would be." Revan hissed as he flashed on his crimson lightsaber, making Bastila repel back a few feet.

"Maybe it will be you to die Revan!" A fellow Jedi cried out as he lashed out towards Revan, with his lightsaber raised high above his head.

"NO!" Bastila cried out, "We can't fight him alone!" But it was too late. In a quick second, Revan had his back turned towards Bastila, with the Jedi falling to the floor with his head being separated from, his body, sending Bastila into a temporary state of shock.

"You bastard!" Another Jedi spat out as she dashed towards Revan with anger fueling her fighting spirit. Revan calmly turned and lifted his hand, which sent a force wave at the female Jedi, and sent her flying into a wall. After hearing a sickening crack, Revan began to chuckle to himself, finding it funny that the Jedi actually thought they could kill him.

"You scum!" The last of Bastila's comrades screeched out, "You are nothing but sith trash!" Revan laughed aloud, sending the Jedi into a blind fury, as he raced towards the powerful sith. The padawan began to fight violently, as Revan toyed with him.

"Is that how you are trained nowadays? So sad." Revan coaxed, making the Jedi even more angry. He began to attack without thinking, making brash moves and arrogant slashes. When Revan had enough, he simply lifted the Jedi up in the air with the force, and lunged his saber into the chest of the startled Jedi. When he was dead, Revan tossed him aside and turned his attention towards Bastila. The last padawan was shaking for noticeably now, and held her lightsaber in a defensive stance in front of her.

Revan took a few steps towards Bastila. 'I could kill you right now, Jedi. But, I have a better offer for you.'

"I'll never accept it!" Bastila stated, focusing on how she could overcome Revan in this situation.

"Let me finish." Revan stated and turned off his lightsaber, "I could use someone like you among my rank. With you, the sith can become undefeated, and we could win countless battles and bring out peace to the galaxy. With you at my side, there would be no more fighting." Bastila interrupted Revan by attacking him with a swift lightsaber stroke, and planned to end the evil man's life instead of capturing him. Revan ignited his lightsaber, and the two collided into a saber lock.

"I was offering you a chance to live, but now I regret it!" Revan grunted as they began to engage in battle. Sparks flew in all directions as Bastila blocked, attacked, and countered Revan's strokes and cuts. Revan never showed an opening, and Bastila was being forced back by Revan's relentless slashes.

"You want to know the reason why my Jedi were so weak?" Revan asked, while continuing his quick slashes, "It was because I knew that your friends would loosen up!" Bastila grit her teeth and continued to block the onslaught of the crimson blade.

"I knew that even Jedi would get cocky, and that your comrades were stupid enough to fall for my little trick!" Revan snapped, while his lightsaber made contact with Bastila arm, making her jerk back and gasp in pain.

With her back now to a wall, Bastila knew she wouldn't last long, and was ready to use the force to shove Revan back when there was a loud noise, along with flying debris and small chunks of metal. She felt a shockwave in her head, and there were more explosions as the ship began to rock and tremble.

"MALAK!" Revan shouted in disgust as the explosions began to occur more frequently, "I KNEW YOU WOULD TURN ON ME!" Bastila managed to stand up, despite of the constant shaking of the ship. Revan turned back towards Bastila and started off towards her.

"First I'm going to kill you and then make my stupid apprentice suffer and die a slow death!" Revan snarled as he and Bastila clashed lightsabers again. The next explosion sent Bastila off balance, and Revan took this chance. He quickly grabbed her lightsaber through the force and sent it across the room and into a pile of debris. A hard pressure crushed Bastila into the ground as Revan stood above her, holding his lightsaber up high.

"Die you Jedi trash!" Revan screamed as he swung down towards Bastila. Bastila was motionless, she couldn't do anything. She couldn't move, she couldn't save her friends, and she couldn't accomplish her task. Everything seemed to fail at that moment. And then it happened.

A bright, sapphire colored light exploded between her and the Sith Lord. It was blinding, and Bastila couldn't determine what it was, or where it came from. It was somewhat soothing, and graceful, and Bastila felt a powerful aura within it. The air was filled with increasing power as lightening began to fire out of the shining, blue light. And then, in a large explosion, Bastila was blown back into a wall as the light began to form into a man before her. All she could compensate was that he wore white Jedi robes, and he was emitting a very powerful aura of power. When the light ceased, the man that it formed into collapsed onto the ground and began to breathe heavily, with smoke trailing out from his body. Momentarily stunned, Bastila observed this man, and she had to admit, she was scared. Revan suddenly got up on the opposite side of the mysterious stranger and stumbled towards him in anger. Another explosion occurred, and the three were smacked around by debris.

"You bastard! Interrupting my fight!" Revan yelled as he got up to attack the Jedi, "You're dead!" And then, Revan went flying. He crashed into the window, which caused a maze of cracks to form around his body. The stranger became unconscious and then collapsed onto the floor.

Bastila had three choices. Leave with Revan, leave with the stranger, or leave by herself. She couldn't carry both of them. Time wasn't on her side, and in a few more minutes the ship would be destroyed, and so would Bastila. After another series of explosions, Bastila made up her mind to take the unconscious man, and to leave the forsaken ship. After she wrapped his arm around her neck, she immediately took off, and carefully navigated herself through the torn up ship. The explosions ripped large holes on the ceiling and on the floor, slowing her movement down to a minimum. When she finally made it into the hanger, one last violent explosion made the ship rock horribly, making the Jedi's transport ship, and ship parts slide down the hanger floor. Bastila dodged the sliding the debris carefully, and used the force to slow down the ship. In one last desperate move, she pulled down the boarding ramp and quickly dashed up into the hull, and swiftly closed the door. After dropping the man onto the floor of the ship, Bastila quickly ran to the cockpit and punched a series of keys into the ship. The vehicle hummed to life, with the engines starting up in a roar. With only a few moments to spare, Bastila turned the ship towards the hanger's entrance, and proceeded to fly to safety. The ceiling began to drop ship parts like bombs, and Bastila had to swiftly dodge the incoming traffic. An unseen metal tile caused the ship to dip down suddenly, but Bastila managed to keep the vehicle from crashing into the floor. As soon as she flew out of there, the flagship exploded like a storm, and sent a violent shockwave that hit Bastila like a train, sending the smaller ship flying uncontrollably out into the depths of space.

"Is he okay?"

"His life signs are normal. He has a few cuts and bruises, but otherwise no serious injuries."

"I wonder where he came from. I had never seen Jedi robes like that, and he was also carrying a lightsaber with him."

"He doesn't seem to be a dark Jedi."

"Let's just leave him alone for a bit."

"Ah! He's coming too!"

The first thing Galen felt was a terrible pain in his head. A few moments ago, all he could remember was appearing in a mysterious ship and having to defend himself against a strange person. After he had absorbed the emperor's attack on the Death Star, he felt as though he was one with the force, and traveled through the blue threads. And by some weird cause, he ended up in a med bay on a ship. Starkiller hadn't opened his eyes yet because of the intense pain that seemed to circulate in his head. He couldn't feel the cuts and scratches that they spoke of because of his migraine. While wincing slightly, Starkiller slowly cracked his eyes open and noticed that he was strapped down onto the bed. Metal bands held his arms in an uncomfortable position alongside the bed, while his legs were immobilized by a single, leather strap.

Galen was isolated in this small, white room for an unknown time. And because of his intense headache, he couldn't concentrate enough to use the force to break him out of his small prison. He felt somewhat pathetic, being in an unmovable state. He knew full well that he was at the mercy of these people, and that made him even more upset. Plus his lightsaber was nowhere to be found. Galen would not be able to defend himself if he was attacked.

"Hello, stranger." A calm, female voice greeted. Galen slowly rotated his head to make eye contact with a woman around his age. She had long, brown hair that was tied up behind her back, and she also wore Jedi robes. He noted a lightsaber on her belt, along with the force on her side, which was strange, because he was sure that he and Vader had eliminated their kind, except for General Kota.

"Where am I?" Starkiller demanded.

"In a holding cell on the Starstreaker." She said, as she sat down in a chair beside him. Galen was dressed in normal medical garments, with his Jedi robe being neatly folded on a table on his left. He could tell that his lightsaber sat under the clothes, and he also knew that there was no way he could reach it, making him curse silently.

"So I am your prisoner?" Galen asked with clenched fists. The woman didn't answer, she just shrugged. 'Maybe, we don't know what to do with you.' Galen grew restless.

"Then release me!" Galen snarled as he began to thrash around. The pain intensified and Galen stopped his movements.

The woman shook her head, "I thought as much. You haven't woken up in six hours, but I'm surprised you've woken up at all." Galen glared at the woman, and then set his head back down onto the pillow. There was nothing else he could do besides sleep and wait for the unknown.

"I'll talk when I'm done resting." Galen spoke, as he waited for his pain to subside. Bastila watched him for a moment, and then slowly walked out the door. Carth was leaning against the wall beside, and looked as though he had a very long day.

"What do you think we should do? Keep him in a holding cell?" Carth ask, turning his eyes back to the door.

"I sense great power within him, and yet he isn't in the dark or light. I think we should send him to the Jedi enclave on Dantooine, to see what the master think of him."

"Whatever. As long as he's off my ship." Carth stated as he drew away into the next hallway, leaving Bastila alone. After standing in the light thinking about the mysterious Jedi, she discovered that she needed to rest, and then set of towards her quarters.

To me, this story is more of a prototype, and I wanted to write it because I never saw any Force Unleashed and KOTOR crossovers. If I wrote anything wrong, please tell me so I can fix the problem. Please Review!!!