Chapter One: All I Wanted Was A Holiday...

Revan, as in Dark Lord of the Sith Reven, sighed pitifully as she gazed out the bridge window. She was just so tired of it all. Galactic domination was such hard work. Revan thought back on happier days, days travelling the galaxy searching for the Star Maps, teasing Carth, infuriating Bastila, playing with the cute little gizerka that infested the Ebon Hawk and Jolee ate, fun times before she killed half the crew, before she killed her traitorous former apprentice and took back the leadership of the Sith.

Revan wanted back the happier days of the fake memories the Jedi Council filled her head with, the fun and adventure of rampaging around the galaxy causing all sorts of chaos and destruction without a big cumbersome army of morons more interested in killing each other.

With narrowed eyes the most powerful woman in the galaxy came to a decision. Fuck the Republic, fuck the Sith! She was going on a holiday and nobody was going to stop her!

Turning quickly, cloak swirling dramatically, Revan strode from the bridge, her underlings hurried to get out of her way. While Darth Revan was much saner then Malak, she had a nasty temper.

Quickly making her way to her personal hanger, Revan strode up the ramp of the Ebon Hawk. It was quiet, with the droids de-activated in the cargo hold and having already dumped Canderous on some ass-fuck world, Revan booted up the engines and was out like a cut cat, before her pesky minions could even open up a comm. channel.

Cackling madly and indulging in her erratic flying that in her fake memories said she was infamous for, Revan set a course past Malachor V and into unknown space.

Little did the Dark Lord of the Sith know that in a mere week things were going to go A over T.