Author's Note: I had the idea for this triple crossover the other night. Basically, characters from KoToR arrive at Stargate command--chaos ensues. The Covenant and UNSC forces are trapped within a tear between universes, and end up in our space-time. Yush. Oh, and Revan and Bastila are lesbians. More on that later. Shhhh. XD

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Prologue

Adrift

3,956 BBY

The Star Forge

Bastila Shan worked the blade of her lightsaber around the door frame, melting the interior and causing a breach in the integrity. She gave a grunt, heaved, and pulled her weapon free. The door collapsed inwardly and she stepped over the destroyed remnants, hurrying onward.

She had been born on the planet Talravin to Helena Shan. Her mother gave her up at an early age to the Jedi Order, when it had been determined that Bastila was more than proficient in the use of the Force. After further experimentation, she was found to have a rare gift of the Force known as Battle Meditation—it served to increase her allies' morale while striking fear into the hearts of her enemies.

At the height of the Mandalorian Wars, when the esteemed Jedi Knights Revan and Malak rebelled against the Jedi Council and joined the Galactic Republic in the war against the Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders, Bastila sided with the Council. One year later, Revan returned from the Unknown Regions as the Dark Lord of the Sith, with Malak as her apprentice. Their return at the head of a massive invasion fleet marked the beginning of the Jedi Civil War.

For the next two years Bastila fought for the Council and began to formulate a plan to bring Revan's tyrannical reign crashing down. She was the leader of a Jedi strike team whose sole purpose was to capture both Revan and Malak at whatever cost. Her team managed to corner the Dark Lord on the bridge of her ship, but not before she was betrayed by her apprentice. Malak had slipped away in the confusion of the battle and retreated to his own flagship. He ordered his railguns to fire on Revan's ship, hoping to destroy both his former Master and the Jedi in one fell swoop.

Unbeknownst to Malak, Bastila had survived the assault and used the Force to stabilize Revan's wounds. The Dark Lord had been on the cusp of death. In doing so, she unknowingly created a bond between the two of them. Bastila brought the unconscious body of Revan before the Jedi Council. There, the Jedi Masters temporarily erased Revan's memories and reprogrammed her with an identity of a soldier who was loyal to the Republic.

Because of the bond she and Revan shared, the Jedi Council hoped that Bastila would be able to convince the former Dark Lord to reveal the location of the Star Forge, an ancient Rakatan space station that was now under the control of Darth Malak.

Three weeks ago, Bastila's warship Endar Spire had been on a routine scouting mission above the Outer Rim planet Taris when it was ambushed and attacked by Malak's fleet. She managed to flee the ship before it was destroyed via the escape pods, assisted by the Republican commander Carth Onasi. Shortly after reaching the surface of the metropolis, she was captured by the Black Vulkars, a local Tarisian swoop gang.

Onasi also assisted Revan in escaping the Endar Spire, and together they managed to track down and rescue Bastila. She, Revan, and Carth teamed up with the rebellious teenage Twi'lek girl Mission Vao and her Wookie companion, Zaalbar. They also met up with trash-talking Mandalorian mercenary Canderous Ordo and the assassin droid HK-47. Together with her new companions, she managed to procure both the launch codes necessary to escape the planet and the freighter Ebon Hawk. They fled during the Sith's bombardment of the planet and headed to Dantooine.

The local Jedi Council began retraining Revan in the ways of the Force. Bastila was careful to keep her eye on her, making sure that the former Dark Lord of the Sith did not subvert back to her malevolent ways. While recuperating on Dantooine, Bastila and her companions discovered a Rakatan Star Map in the ancient burial mounds near the Jedi Enclave. Startled with this discovery, the Council tasked Bastila and her comrades with determining the location of the Star Forge.

All that was in the past, now. They had successfully found the Star Forge. All that remained was to find and eliminate Darth Malak. Bodies of fallen Sith littered the corridor, as well as parts from dismantled droids. Bastila kept her lightsaber at the ready, anticipating an attack that could come at any moment.

"Observation: These droids are rather primitive, Master. This Star Forge is not very technologically advanced." It was HK-47, offering one of his usual quips to break the silence.

"Quiet, droid, or I'll destroy you myself and feed your parts to a womp rat." The Mandalorian Ordo twirled his pistol to emphasis his point.

Canderous heard the little Twi'lek giggle behind him, and he smiled over his shoulder at her. Then he remembered that he was wearing a helmet, and she couldn't see his expression. Oh well, he thought. She was a very cute girl.

The size of the Star Forge was extraordinary. Capital ships could easily move between the gaps of the three "fins" that radiated outward from the central spherical structure. The fins extended downward to draw energy and matter from the sun of the Rakatan system, using it to produce weapons and armament.

Externally, the Star Forge possessed very little defensive weaponry, save for several turbolaser batteries positioned near its hanger bays. Instead, it depended entirely on its massive ship production capability as a means to defend itself. Internally, it was also capable of manufacturing thousands of battle droids for defense, and possessed several heavy blast doors that ran throughout the entire structure. It was also protected by a ship-disabling energy field projected from the Temple of the Ancients on the Rakatan homeworld nearby. The field caused ships to malfunction and be captured by the planet's gravity well, sending them spiraling down to the planet below.

They had to halt in front of one of the said blast doors, Bastila eyeing it with a calculating gaze. "Revan," she called. "I'll need your help with this one."

The other Jedi had closely cropped brown hair with bangs that hung slightly down over her caramel eyes. Her skin was very fair and unblemished. She was quite beautiful, with a long, thin nose and luscious lips.

Revan still had her double bladed lightsaber from her time as the Dark Lord of the Sith. She simply refused to dispose of it, claiming it had some sentimental value to her. For this purpose, she only activated one side and buried the scarlet blade up to the hilt in the material of the door. Bastila mimicked her.

"Can you feel any shift?" Bastila asked her.

"No," Revan breathed, working the blade desperately into the metal. She twisted and pulled, but the door didn't budge.

"Okay," Bastila said. "One. Two. Three. Push!"

The two Jedi attacked the door relentlessly with their minds, guiding the power of the Force with their hands in an attempt to wrest the door from its frame. It creaked a bit, and then was silent.

Bastila gave a deep breath and withdrew her lightsaber from the door, retracting the yellow blade back within the hilt. "It's no use," she panted, hands on her knees. "There has to be another way."

Revan seemed unfazed, although she did speak around gulps of air. "I think I saw a side passage back there," she said, replacing her weapon on her belt.

A series of growls and guttural sounds came from behind them. The Wookie was saying something to the young Twi'lek girl. She smiled and nodded emphatically, her tentacles bobbing on her head.

"Big Z would like to give it a shot," she said simply. "He may have more luck."

In response, the gargantuan Wookie simply bolted at the door and slammed into it with his shoulder. It gave a resounding thwock and he bounced back, howling in pain.

"I don't think Zaalbar wants to try that again," Vao said.

"This is ridiculous," Revan said heatedly. "We can just go around it. Let's take the side passage."

Carth broke in. "And risk Malak destroying the Republic before we can get to him. We don't have time for that!"

"Snide Acknowledgement: The male human is correct, Master. I can tell you with relative certainty that in the last seven minutes, this Star Forge has produced thirty-nine warbirds and eleven capital cruisers. Also—"

"Thank you, HK," Bastila concluded for the droid. "I agree with Revan. It could take far longer to open this door than it could to navigate around it. We go back."

The Mandalorian wasn't listening. He moved toward the door, snatching a small, round object off his belt. A grenade, Bastila saw. Before she could do anything to stop him, he yanked the pin off and lobbed it at the door. "Back up," was the only warning he offered.

Bastila's ears rang from the explosion. Nothing remained of the door but shattered fragments and a puff of smoke. Wonderingly, she looked at Ordo. "Why didn't you do that in the first place?" she asked.

"It was more fun this way," he replied. "Besides, I'm running out of grenades."

Suddenly, Darth Malak's mechanical voice crackled through the station's intercom. "Arise, my followers. We are not far now from the goal we have strived so hard to attain. Ready your ships, and prepare to engage the Jedi fools. And if you discover that idiot Revan on your journey, kill her. But bring Bastila Shan to me."

"We do not have much time left," Bastila said. "We are in the direct path to the hanger bay. More Sith will be here shortly."

"Affirmation: There are two battle droids in the next bend, Master. Forty yards."

"Alright, it's time to split up," Bastila began. "I'll deal with the droids. Revan, take the others to the Viewing Platform. I'll catch you up shortly."

Revan started to protest. "No! Absolutely not! You're not running off alone to get yourself killed. I'm coming with you."

Bastila shook her head sadly. "The others need your help more than I, my friend. I can look after myself."

"The Republic fleet will be here shortly," Carth said. "We'll need your Battle Meditation for that, Bastila."

"I'll be there," she replied. "May the Force fight with you all." And then she was gone.

Revan cursed under her breath but took command of the situation nonetheless. She couldn't afford to be emotional right now. "Come on," she said. "The Viewing Platform is not far from here."

The space station's corridors were completely empty and silent, except for the occasional blaring of the alarm. HK-47's metallic limbs clicked obnoxiously against the cool aluminium floor as they ran, the only sound to disturb the tranquil void.

Abruptly, they entered a huge chamber with a gaping chasm that extended across most of the room. A single thin bridge, unsupported by any visible force, was the only access point to the other side. And waiting for them on that bridge were three Dark Jedi.

"Canderous," Revan said. "Come with me. The rest of you, wait here."

"Don't call me Canderous," the mercenary snapped. "I've told you before, it's Mandalore the Preserver. Or just Mandalore." Nevertheless, he cocked his rifle over his shoulder and followed as she approached the bridge.

"Good of you to come see the fruits of your labour, my Lord," the foremost Sith called out facetiously as they drew closer. "So sorry you won't be alive to witness the full extent of this station's power."

Revan reached out with her mind, using the Force to crush the windpipe of the fallen Jedi. His lightsaber clattered to the floor as he clutched desperately at his throat, eyes bulging. His lips moved but no sound came out. Revan pushed harder and was rewarded with a resounding crack. The man collapsed at the feet of his fellow Sith, dead.

"Fight with the Force, worm, not with your tongue," she said matter-of-factly.

"Damn," Mandalore said. "You didn't even give him a chance."

The remaining Sith on the left snarled and thrust out one hand, fingers extended towards Revan. Blue lightning streaked out towards her, and Mandalore called out a warning. Revan saw the danger at the last second, bringing up her extended lightsaber before her protectively. The lightning collided violently with the blade, sending sparks showering everywhere.

Revan ground her teeth from the sheer force of the impact. The blade shook tremendously in her hands, but she held on desperately. "Mercenary," she breathed over her shoulder at him. "Do something."

"What?" Mandalore actually sounded perplexed. "Oh, right." He snapped his rifle around and fired at the casting Sith. The gun bucked from the chamber being expelled and threatened to topple the Mandalorian off the bridge. He dropped to his knees to keep his balance.

The streak of white-hot plasma that had been emitted from the rifle struck the corrupted Jedi squarely in the chest and sent him careening off into the dark abyss. His screams followed him down, and they echoed throughout the room for some time afterwards.

The lone remaining twisted Jedi let his lightsaber fall from his grasp and backed up from Revan with both hands held in a warding gesture. When the former Dark Lord of the Sith made no move against him, he turned and bolted away.

"Coward," Mandalore spat. "If these are the types of fools that Malak is employing, then this will be easier than I thought. I'm tempted to go after him and teach him something about wars."

"That is not the Jedi way," Revan said. "Let him go."

Mandalore shrugged. "Maybe it's not your way, but I'm no Jedi."

"This discussion is best saved for another time. Come." They headed back to where the others waited.

"That was kinda brutal, Revan," Carth said. "I guess you still remember the Dark Side, after all."

"The Force is merely a tool," she explained. "It doesn't control me. At the time, it seemed the most effective method to deal with those Dark Jedi."

"Commendation: I thought you performed admirably, Master. The true markings of a killer."

"Enough," Revan said defensively. "I am not a killer. I was simply protecting you as Bastila Shan ordered. I walk the path of a Jedi Guardian, now."

"And yet, you still carry a red lightsaber," Carth pointed out.

"Commander Onasi, this particular lightsaber holds a great deal of personal value to me. If you continue to berate me over the colour of my weapon, then I suggest we part ways now."

Mission shifted on her feet nervously. "This ain't how friends are supposed to behave," she said. Zaalbar chirped in agreement.

"Easy, Revan," Carth said. "I don't honestly believe you're still working with the Sith. I was only speculating."

"Alright, then, it's settled," she finished. "Let's move on." They continued in the direction of the Viewing Platform, Revan lost in her own memories.

She had been tutored initially under the Jedi Master Kreia. Alongside her best friend Alek, they had begun to learn the ways of the Force on Coruscant and at the Jedi Academy on Dantooine. Occasionally, they would visit the Twi'lek Jedi Master Zhar Lestin for additional training, but the elder Jedi noted Revan's peculiar desire for knowledge that could not be quenched. Because of her age, Lestin dismissed Revan's demeanor as pure exuberance and eagerness. Jedi Master Vrook Lamar, however, claimed that she was perhaps too eager, and discovered that Revan had indeed sought knowledge about ancient Sith traditions.

They called her the Revanchist at the pinnacle of the Mandalorian Wars. She was perhaps the most enigmatic and charismatic leader the Republic had ever known—a brilliant tactician and expert strategist. She had almost single-handedly ended the conflict with the destruction of Malachor V, and led the remnant of the Republic fleet deep into the Unknown Regions to pursue and eliminate any remaining Mandalorians. She returned with a new, darker identity.

Revan and Malak claimed repeated victories against the Republic, and in the process managed to establish a powerful new Sith Empire. Revan's fleet caused chaos and destruction amidst the Republic, until her betrayal by her own former apprentice.

The same former apprentice she now faced from across the Viewing Platform.

Built near the summit of the Star Forge, the Viewing Platform was used to observe the goings on outside the space station. A metal catwalk extended across the opposite side of the room, right below the massive window that looked out into the vastness of space. Revan could see the Republic fleet gathering in formation in a sector not far off.

Interspersed around the room was an assortment of containment cells. Inside resided the comatose bodies of all the Jedi Malak had captured. Revan could guess the purpose of the cells, and her stomach churned at the thought.

Standing atop the catwalk, hands clasped behind his back, was Darth Malak. He wore skin-tight body armour the colour of dried blood, draped in a cloak of black material. He turned to face them as they entered the room. His head was completely shaved, and the top was adorned with blue tattoos. He wore a large metal shield that extended from his upper lip to where his lower jaw would have been, had he had one.

"Welcome, Revan," the prosthetic Malak wore allowed him to talk, but his voice had a rough electronic tone that was slightly disconcerting. The Dark Lord eyed the others, then. "There's no need for these to interfere." Malak swept one hand nonchalantly to the side and Carth and the others were slammed violently against the wall. The only one left untouched was HK-47. The droid wasn't a danger to Malak. Metal bindings extracted themselves from within hidden slots and wrapped themselves around their wrists and mouths. Malak watched them amusedly for a moment as they struggled, and then turned back to Revan.

"That's better," he said. "Now, where is Bastila Shan?"

"When I get out of here, scum, I'll cut off something else you'll miss dearly." The mouth gag had no effect on Mandalore; the mercenary was still encased inside his helmet and armour.

Malak glared at him for a moment, and then gave an exasperated sigh. "Ah, a Mandalorian," he said. "Still mourning over the loss of Malachor V, are we?" He extended a hand and Force lightning crackled from his fingertips, striking Ordo in the protective casing of his helmet. The Mandalorian grunted and was still.

"Bastila is aboard one of the Republican cruisers," Revan lied. "She awaits your forces with her Battle Meditation."

"Does she, now?" Malak paused. He searched for something in Revan's eyes, but just shook his head. "I suppose it's of no consequence. Your "fleet" will not long survive my onslaught."

Revan cursed herself again. She had been hoping that the prospect of capturing Bastila alive would delay Malak's engagement with the Republic. Where was Bastila?

"It has been a long time, my former apprentice," Revan said. "I have but one question. Why did you try to kill me?"

Malak gave her a calculating gaze. "I betrayed you when I realized my own strength was greater than yours," he replied.

"Yet here I stand, and I have been redeemed by the Force. It seems your strength has many faults."

"'Redeemed by the Force.'" Malak sneered. "You cannot hide from what you once were, Revan! Recognize that you were once the Dark Lord, and know that I have taken your place!"

"Hesitant Query: Master, this heap of scrap metal is beginning to annoy me. Might I dispose of him?"

"No, HK," Revan said. "He speaks the truth." She looked down at the lightsaber in her hand. The red blade shone in her eyes. "I cannot deny it any longer."

Malak cackled gleefully. "You see? The Dark Side corrupts all. The time of the Jedi is over. Come and take your place by my side. Together, we shall dominate this galaxy!"

Her boots clacked loudly as she ascended the steps of the catwalk up to where Malak waited. She came and stood next to him as he gestured for her to look out the window. "Witness the death of the Republic."

Four Sith armada capital ships were visible on the viewing screen. Both hanger doors of the space station opened to emit smaller, more agile vessels. There were even a few mid-range bombers. Hundreds of ships, Revan guessed. The Republic fleet didn't stand a chance. She watched alongside Darth Malak as the Sith prepared their assault.

The bond she shared with Bastila pulled at her core then, and she remembered why she was there. She could sense Bastila Shan waiting in the shadows outside the room. Her heart swelled at the thought. Revan spun.

Her lightsaber flashed as she somersaulted backwards in mid-air. She landed deftly on the railing of the catwalk and launched herself at Malak while his back was still turned. The Dark Lord turned around wonderingly, his eyes wide. He managed to bring his blade up just in time to prevent her from cleaving a path straight down his face.

"Well, that ended badly," Malak said as they clashed blades.

"Didn't it, though?" She flashed her best smile at him as sparks flew in all directions. She pushed off him then, jumping backwards over the railing and landing in the middle of the room, lightsaber held at the ready.

Bastila bolted into the Viewing Platform at a dead run, tumbling forward and coming to a ready stance next to Revan. Her golden blade radiated furiously.

"So," Malak began as he started down the stairs at a leisurely pace. "You lied to me. How typical."

He thrust a hand forward once more and lightning streaked through the air, this time headed straight for Bastila. The Jedi Sentinel tried to bring her blade around to deflect it, but she was too late. She screamed as it made contact with the thin fabric of her clothing and she was thrown backward out of the room.

Malak made an odd, electronic clicking sound. "That is but a taste of the Dark Side to whet your appetite," he said.

Revan had made to push Bastila out of the way, but she had been too late. Now she turned back to the Dark Lord and gritted her teeth angrily. "You'll pay immensely for that, Malak. If you've hurt her—"

"You'll what?" Malak cut her off. "Spend more time talking to me? Spare me, please. And now…we duel!"

He charged her furiously, attacking her with a relentless series of strikes. It was all she could do to parry him as he danced around her. The Dark Lord's black cloak swirled in a murky pattern as they fought. Malak slammed into her with sheer blunt force, causing her lightsaber to tremble violently in her hands as he railed into her.

Malak uppercut her with a swift stroke, and she barely managed to block it, having to bring her lightsaber above her head in an awkward angle. While she was distracted, Malak brought his knee up and delivered a crushing blow into her abdomen. She bent double, reeling from the pain.

"You're getting slow, Master," Malak taunted her. "Are you still quite certain the Jedi know everything?"

Revan managed to regain her balance and faced Malak with every ounce of her being shining like a beacon. She could feel her heartbeat against her chest, and she was breathing rather heavily. "No," she replied. "Not everything, no."

Revan held her lightsaber up even to her line of sight and activated the other side. Now, two crimson blades of energy sparked out from the hilt. "They didn't teach me this," she answered.

The two had changed roles in the blink of an eye. Revan performed a series of cartwheels and flips as she twirled her lightsaber in her advance against the Dark Lord. Malak's eyes were wild as she clashed against him. It took everything he had to counter her offensive. There was no moment for him to attack; he was purely defending. Again and again Revan exploded in a series of damaging blows. Beads of sweat coated the Dark Lord's brow.

Suddenly, Revan was rewarded with a grunt from Malak. She had succeeded in scoring a blow against the Dark Lord. A thin red gash extended across his rib cage. Malak touched his wound and held his fingers up before his eyes. The blood was clearly noticeable.

"Lucky blow," he said slowly. "However, unlike you, I cannot be defeated."

The Dark Lord retreated to one of the containment cells at the far side of the room. The Jedi inside slumbered deeply, bound within his mental prison. "You made a mistake coming here, Revan," Malak said. "The Star Forge fuels my command of the Dark Side. You are no match for me here. And this time, you will not escape!"

Abruptly, orange light blazed from Malak's fingertips and snaked through the air, coming in contact with the glass exterior of the cell. The Jedi inside began to change. His clothes began to deteriorate noticeably and his body slowly withered away. Malak closed his eyes and breathed deeply as he accumulated the life force of the dying Jedi. When he dropped his hand, the light finally extinguished, nothing remained of the Jedi but a few tattered scraps of clothing gathered at the bottom of the cell. Looking closer, Revan saw that the cut across Malak's ribs had mysteriously healed itself.

"The life drain is enough to sustain me," Malak said. "And it serves to bolster my affinity with the Force."

"Is that so?" Revan replied. She was smirking at him. "In that case…" Revan reached out with the Force, focusing her attention on the mass of cables that powered the containment vessels. She pulled with all her might and the cables broke free of the wall. Without the power drawn from the Star Forge, the Jedi inside the cells would soon die from lack of life support.

Malak stood and watched her. She had the impression his mouth would have been open to shout defiance at her, had he still had a mouth. "You dare toy with me, Revan?" The Dark Lord actually stamped his foot at her. "I am the Dark Lord of the Sith!"

Revan heard a sound behind her. Bastila had regained consciousness and was back at her side. "Is your Battle Meditation ready?" Revan asked her. "The fleet does not have much time."

"I tapped into that part of my mind a few minutes ago," Bastila said. She cocked her head at Revan. "Didn't you notice?"

Revan smiled at her. She thought she might be in love with this girl. But here was not the time or place for that. Glancing out the viewing window, she saw that the Sith fleet had broken formation and was venturing off in several different directions. The Republic fleet had not made a move against them.

"Should we kill him, then?" Bastila asked her. Her lightsaber hung casually at her side.

"Yes, I think so," she answered.

Malak laughed then. It started as a low electronic rumbling sound, but steadily progressed louder and louder until the walls reverberated with his cacophonous laughter.

"The Force grows within me," he said. Abruptly, a shimmering portal sparked into existence right next to the Dark Lord. Revan had never known there were so many colours, and such an infinite spectrum of light. "This isn't over," Malak said. He turned and vanished through the mystical gateway.

"What…is that?" Bastila nearly balked at her.

"I don't know," she replied. "But we can't let him escape. Come on, let's free the others."

"We're here," Carth's voice sounded behind her. She turned and there they all were, facing her and Bastila. "Malak must have held the bonds with the Force. They released us once he was gone."

"Are we really going through that thing?" Mission sounded frightened.

"We don't really have a choice," Revan said. "The Republic fleet will soon destroy this station."

"Statement: I think I'd rather stay here and take my chances, Master."

"No, HK, you're coming with us. All of us must go." Revan turned back to face the portal.

"Well, if we die, at least it won't be in a fiery explosion," Mandalore said.

Revan almost smiled again. Something brushed against her hand. Looking down, she was surprised to see that Bastila had wrapped her fingers around her own. She did smile then.

Together, hand in hand, the two Jedi stepped through the portal, followed by the oddest travelling companions that could be found this side of the galaxy.

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Author's Note: Comments, questions, praise, critique? ~ Denmar