A/N: I'm still writing the Commando story I just hit a rut. (Stupid elcor speak at least HK-47 is funnier). Anyway with Bioware's timeline entry about the Mandalorian Wars they just proved to me what I believed happened to Revan both before and after the KOTOR games and these stories keep buzzing in my mind. 2 character are O/C people that are based off characters I hope to canonically put into the Star Wars universe (different time of course) and one of them is a combination of 2 characters. So Revan and the Jedi Exile are mostly their canonical selves with decisions I made included and a few theories I believe are true, i.e. Revan worked with the GenoHaradan or Kreia and Kae are the same person minus the crossover event and HK-47 of course. Also Jedi Exile's name was from KOTOR II's random name generator. M rating for language and later use of Force powers.

Update: I added more details on the Ebon Hawk's first encounter in the ME universe.

Fixed my grammatical issue that Domenion pointed out. (Not here but I still have to work on it)

3,948 years before the battle of Yavin IV, with the help of T3-M4 and the Jedi Exile, they had gathered an army for Revan to lead against the True Sith. Revan's new army consisted of Mandalorians, Jedi and any others willing to help save the Republic or work with Revan and the Exile. Revan's army was utterly decimated by the Sith Emperors' Fleet; all of them including, Mandalore the Preserver, were destroyed by the immense fleet that had awaited them.

All that was left was the current crew of the Ebon Hawk; Revan himself with his trade mark cloak and signature Mandalorian mask, T3-M4 the loyal utility droid of Revan's since his escape from Taris, HK-47 the assassin droid that would follow Revan to the end of the universe, the Jedi Exile, Cina Hano, that followed Revan during the Mandalorian Wars but left before he instigated the Jedi Civil Wars, a Force-sensitive Kaleesh warrior, Esura lij Talna, who wore the traditional clothing of her people and carried a Czerka Corporation's Outland rifle, a Shoni spear, and at least two visible Lig swords on her person, a Trandoshan Force-user, Trossk, that had some training from both Revan and Cina as well as built himself a lightsaber but he still preferred his mercenary weapons that he kept stored in the Ebon Hawks secret compartment in the starboard dormitory under his bunk and one of a very few 'Jedi' to join the Mandalorian ranks and earn the armor, besides Revan and Cina, Duros Jedi, Pren, had joined Revan's quest to destroy the True Sith, and Cathar Jedi, Jalin, along with her mate, Fenar, joined to assist the legendary Jedi pair that helped save their people and their homeworld.

Now this motley crew was hoping for a few moments to lick their wounds. As everyone tried to fix the damage to the Ebon Hawk, HK-47 hacked into the ship's communication relay and had successfully transferred, after several failed attempts, a copy of his artificial intelligence into one of the HK-51 units he created, copying everything up until the point he originally planned to leave the Exile and search for his master on his own.

Revan was at the cockpit and he was stressed. Cina could fell his tension so she tried to see if she could cheer him up, "Revan, are you alright?"

He gave her a glance then he returned to work on the nava computer, "Nothing is alright; I lead hundreds of thousands to a slaughter and I could have prevented if I could have remembered, the Mandalorians will be manipulated by the Sith again if we don't return and we are being hounded! Why should I be alright?"

Even under his mask Cina could see Revan's pain, "You miss her, don't you?"

Revan really didn't want to talk about it, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Revan may be a master strategist and a deadly warrior but hiding his feeling for Bastila was like trying to hide a Wookiee on a frigate for him. "It's in your voice…just like when I left him…" Now she couldn't stop thinking about the love she left behind.

With his hand now on her shoulder her assured her, "We came here to defend them right? So the sooner we win the sooner we can return to our loved ones and friends." Even though their roles were reversed it did help Revan more so than he might have thought. Unfortunately that feeling was short lived as one of the Sith dreadnoughts had found them. "Shit! All hands, man your battle stations!" Cina jumped into the co-pilot's seat and helped Revan with piloting the Ebon Hawk. Trossk was securing the cargo hold while Esura manned the turret. T3 and Pren were still finishing repairs to the ship's hyperdrive while Fenar and Jalin were securing the garage. HK-47 stayed in communications to work with the ship's defense computers and primary weapons.

The enemy dreadnought had launched several fighters to disable or destroy the Ebon Hawk, nothing that Esura couldn't handle, yet. Suddenly Pren sensed that Esura was soon to be in danger, "T3, stay here I need to do something." He ran to the ladder to the turret, "Esura! Esura! I need you to come out of there!"

"I'm kind of in the middle of something here!" Esura was a sharpshooter and one of the best as she was making every shot count.

Pren wanted to at least move Esura, "Esura…uh…Trossk needs help in the garage with…uh…something."

Reluctantly Esura agreed, "Fine. Let me finish these two off! And it better not be a lie just to get me down!"

With Pren now in control of the turret he was doing his best to destroy the fighters but compared to Esura he was an amateur. As Esura turned the corner, three Sith fighters bull rushed the Ebon Hawk taking down her shields. Pren was able to destroy one of them but he wasn't fast enough to shoot the other two fighters as they shoot at the unshielded glass as the Ebon Hawk systems sealed the Med Bay's door and the doors to the turret. Esura slammed her fist against the emergency door, "Damnit! Why Pren? Why?"

Trossk ran over as soon as he could, "What happened Esura? Why did the emergency doors close?"

Esura's Karabbac skull mask was leaning on the door, "Pren…he died for me…" This was not something that would set well with her. As a Kaleesh warrior she believed that great deeds in life would lead to godhood in death. Besides that, it meant to her that her connection to the Force wasn't as strong as she thought. Even if she was gunning Esura would only had been able to destroy two fighters.

Trossk's Trandoshan culture was similar to her's and he understood her frustration, "We can do the ritual stuff after we're out of danger. Come on I'm almost finished with the cargo hold."

With the shields down Revan and Cina had to work harder to avoid the blaster fire and keep the ship intact. Revan asked for a status report on the hyperdrive, "Pren, T3, how's the hyperdrive?" T3 responded to Revan, telling him about what Pren did. Revan whispered to himself, "Damnit. T3 how much longer until we can jump?" The little utility droid beeped that it would take him about another three minutes, "OK T3, we're counting on you. We'll evade them until then."

With no gunner to watch their back the two Jedi had to pull out every trick they knew to survive. By now several Sith vessels had joined the first dreadnought and its fighters in pursuing the Ebon Hawk. The fighters were trying to herd the Ebon Hawk towards the other ships' tractor beams but Revan and Cina Hano won't give up so easily. "Nothing compared to the Mandalorians, right Revan?"

Revan gave a small chuckle in agreement as they line up a fighter to the Ebon Hawk's laser cannons and blasted it to dust. The Sith Emperor was interested in retrieving his tool to use against the Republic again.

The commanding Sith Lord despised Revan because he was a Jedi turned Sith and he never trusted him with his master, the Emperor. He had to be patient but with the Ebon Hawk getting further and further from their grasp the Sith Lord turned that to his advantage ordering the destruction of the Ebon Hawk. One of his subordinates questioned his lord's judgment only to have his neck caved in by a powerful Force Choke.

HK-47 had intercepted the Sith Lord's command and relayed it to Revan, "Warning: Master the Sith Lord has ordered all vessels to destroy the Ebon Hawk. Suggestion: We should leave the immediate vicinity as soon as possible."

"More than agreed, HK. Hang on everybody we're pulling every trick from the book!"

With their new orders all Sith forces opened fire at the Ebon Hawk now barley able to evade all of the incoming volleys of blaster fire. Revan and Cina were good pilots but one of the destroyer's shots hit the ship's starboard side and exposing the garage to the void of space.

"Alert: Master, the garage has a hull breach. Sealing doors now."

"Wait HK, Fenar and Jalin are still there. Seal the doors to the engine, starboard dorm and main hold; give them a chance to escape!"

HK oddly tried arguing with Revan, "Addendum: Master those doors are sealed. Even with one meatbag having Jedi abilities, her emotions will interfere with her self-preservation judgment."

Unfortunately HK-47 was correct. Jalin was able to take hold of the workbench but Fenar was only had time to grab the netting left by the mining droids of Peragus Mining Facility. "Hold on Fenar!" Jalin was trying to use to Force to pull Fenar to her but the vacuum was too strong.

"Forget about me Jalin! Save yourself!"

"No!" Jalin let go of the workbench to be next to Fenar, "If this is our end, then we'll meet it together." The two of them embraced each other releasing their grip on the netting and were sucked out into space. Tears flowed off their faces as air was pull from their lungs. The only certainty for them was that they would be together even after death.

HK-47 sealed the last door to the garage and opened the Starboard dorm and Main Hold's doors. "Statement: Cathar metbags lost to space."

Revan slammed his fist against a nonessential console yelling, "Fuck! T3, status report!" T3 whistled that he needed more time before they could make a safe jump. "Fine. Trossk, Esura are you still with us?"

Trossk answered, "We're still here Revan. We just finished in the cargo hold. We're moving to help the utility droid now."

"HK can you control the turret from where you are?"

"Negative Master. The Ebon Hawk's turret is meant to be controlled in person. Commentary: Had I designed or modified the ship I would have added secondary controls, but alas I'm just an assassin droid. Addendum: In the mean time I will attempt to take control over one of the enemy fighters."

HK-47 had successfully taken control over one of the enemy ships through communication packages and the first thing HK did was eject the pilot after sending him a message; Happy flight meatbag. With full access to the Sith network HK-47 scrambled fighter ID codes before he began his attack on the Sith.

Over the comm. channels HK-47 took the delight in listening to the confusion of the enemy, "Who the hell is that guy?"

"My computer says it's you sir?"

"Mine says it's Dread 12."

"Forget the computers, use your eyes!" With that, the HK-47 controlled fighter released several flares to act like a flash-bang to hide amongst their ranks again. "Damn it! Where'd he go?"

"Annoyed Statement: Hurry up you tin can, I cannot hold these fighters off forever!" T3-M4 responded to HK-47 with frustrated whistles and beeps, "Irritated Statement: At least I am doing something to give you time you waste of metal."

Cina was fed up with HK and T3's bickering all of the time, "Enough HK-47, before I decide to put a restraining bolt on you!"

"Mockery: Oh yes 'Mistress', I'll let you do that as soon as I blast my own behavior core with a carbine. Now if you don't mind I'm flying a ship right now."

With that annoyance out of the way HK-47 resumed his attack with his captured fighter. T3-M4 was having his own troubles with his new help as he angrily shrieked at Esura, "Hey, Trossk said you said that this one goes here and that one goes there."

Trossk corrected her, "No…you did the opposite of what T3 said to do."

"By the Gods it's not my fault I can't understand a thing the damn machine is saying."

With another frustrating minute passed Trossk, Esura and T3-M4 repaired the hyperdrive enough to make a jump. "This is Trossk, we just finished the temporary repairs on the hyperdrive. I hope you have coordinates the Sith can't follow us to."

"Statement: Good, because my fighter was just destroyed. Proud Statement: At least I was able to take one more with it."

Revan was trying to think of where they could go but the only 'safe' hyperspace route would be back to the Republic and Revan didn't want to lead them there. "Alright everyone we're making a blind jump." They all understood the risk but being in the Unknown Region that really didn't matter at the moment.

With the engines powered up, Revan and Cina started to make the necessary calculations to at least survive the trip. As they got the Ebon Hawk ready to make the blind jump, they were no longer evading and one of the fighters took the opportunity to shot at the engines. The shots caused the hyperdrive's power to flux uncontrollably causing damage in the engine room and systems involved in hyperspace travel. Esura had moved to the Main Hold when this started. Unfortunately T3 wasn't able to move fast enough as a larger explosion was about to happen, Trossk protected T3 with his body and armor. Though his cloak took the initial blast the fire had burned Trossk's hands, feet and the back of his head. Because he was a Trandoshan he had to remove the gloves and boots so some of the flames had gotten a few inches under the armor.

Esura ran back into the engine room after hearing the blast. She found Trossk with most of his visible scales charred black. "Trossk, are you still alive? Speak to me…"

Painfully he smiled, "Thank the Scorekeeper and the Lady Force I'm a Trandoshan and this armor…I'm going to need about an hour or four before I can move without pain…" With that Trossk passed out from the pain.

Carefully she took a hold of his legs, "Droid…T3…help me get him to his bed." T3-M4 beeped and then helped Esura move him to the starboard dormitory.

Now in hyperspace they could breathe some sigh of relief but they weren't out of the woods yet. Revan was getting a status report, "HK, how are the Hawk's systems?"

"Answer: Master our relativistic shield fluxed for a few seconds but everything seems to be normal now. Shift shields are operating at peak efficiency, the null quantum field generator is fully functional and the ablative shield is still intact. All other systems are operating at the required levels."

"Good. You can power down if you want HK-47. T3, Trossk, Esura how are the engines? That explosion didn't sound good."

"Not good Revan. Trossk took a big blast to protect T3-M4…"

Cina interrupted, "Hey, that's the first time I heard you call a droid by its name."

"Well whatever…Trossk is burned and we moved him to his bunk. Other than what I've done, I don't know what else to do since the Med Bay has been sealed off."

Revan turned toward his co-pilot, "Think you can handle things up here?"

"Flying though hyperspace into unknown territory, I think I'll be fine." As he began to walk away she asked Revan, "So how far are we going to travel?"

Revan stopped to answer her, "Get us out in about ten minutes or so unless you sense something…"

As Revan moved to the starboard side of the ship, he saw HK-47 as he tried to repair some of the damaged systems and getting mad when he miswired something or got himself zapped. Esura and T3 were next to Trossk as he laid unconscious belly down on the bed and damp towels over his arms, legs and head. Through the Force Revan could feel that Trossk would be fine, given enough time, but they needed everyone. So to hasten his recovery, Revan employed Jedi healing arts to Trossk's body. Being a Trandoshan, Trossk's body regenerated faster than most species and with training from Revan and Cina his regenerative ability was able to be faster than any known Trandoshan alive, but without Revan's help, full recovery could take a week or longer. "T3, Esura go help HK with any repairs you can. I'll make sure he's fine." With the two of them gone, Revan's hands started to glow a bright blue as he hovered them over Trossk, feeling for his damage. Luckily the burns didn't go too far down his neck or up his legs or arms. Revan treated the most damaged areas first, specifically the already exposed areas.

After a few minutes, Trossk started to regain consciousness. He saw Revan as he used the Force to help heal his body. All he could do was lie there as he said, "I'm sorry I got into this mess, Revan."

"You save a good friend of mine; I just wish we could get to the medpacs in the Med Bay."

"Yeah that stuff gets you back on your toes. I think I can stand now, I'll be limping but I'll be standing." Revan moved aside to let Trossk try to stand up. The moment he put his foot on the floor Trossk couldn't hide the pain and Revan had to stop him from going any further.

As Revan continued to treat his patient, Cina slowed the Ebon Hawk out of hyperspace. "HK, set up a distress signal on as many channels as you can think of. T3, help me with navigation and figuring out where we are." Cina left the cockpit to meet T3-M4 in the main hold to look at the galaxy map. T3 plugged into the galaxy map and coordinating with the ship's computer estimating their current location. Their math was correct but the map indicated that they were supposedly at the other end of the galaxy. "T3, I've been in that part of the galaxy before and the stars don't match up to what I remember." T3 beeped that both he and the computer triple checked their calculations. "Sorry if it sounded like I doubted you, it's just something doesn't feel right about all of this."

In the human year of 2183, a turian scout frigate in the Eagle Nebula came across an unknown distress signal. "Captain, I have a general distress signal about twelve minutes from our current location. Something is off, sir."

The turian captain didn't like that, "What the matter, corporal?"

"Nothing was there a minute ago. No energy signal, ship silhouettes, not even an eezo trail. There is a strange radiation signature that I've never seen before though."

The captain had to think about the situation, "Corporal, send a message to the flotilla about what we found, helmsman get us to that ship, and I'll prep a boarding crew to investigate."

As HK-47 continued his work he heard, an incoming call. HK-47 did not respond to the call just yet. Instead he called Revan, "Master someone has responded to our distress call. Cautionary: The 'alien' dialect is similar to Rakata in sound alone. It is more akin to that of Trogodile meatbags. Translation: …repeat, this is the Paltarin. Is anyone there? Commentary: This is a rough translation Master, not an accurate one."

"Alright, I'll be there in a minute. Trossk, are you going to be OK?"

"I think I'm able to heal myself now. Go see who or what is rescuing us, Master."

As Revan made his way to communications, he spotted little T3-M4 and Cina trying to figure out where the Ebon Hawk was and Esura was squatting in the storage compartment where Juhani once used. When Revan arrived, HK-47 moved aside to let Revan answer their rescuers. Revan pressed a button, "This is the Ebon Hawk. We have multiple hull breaches and injured. He is stable but we cannot access our medical bay due to a hull breach. We request assistance to get to the nearest dry dock for repairs."

The voice of one the rescuer had a Trandoshan feel behind it plus a flanging effect in the voice. Revan wasn't certain if he understood it correctly, so he waited for HK-47 to confirm what he thought the rescuer said. "Translations: He says that they will take us to…the 'Citadel'…where a medical and security team will await us." Normally at this time HK-47 would throw in a suggestion to blast someone but not in the condition the Ebon Hawk was in.

Revan was right about what he thought was said except for this 'Citadel' place. "T3, can the Ebon Hawk still fly on her own?" T3 beeped that he would need some time to work on the engines. Revan talked to the unknown alien, "Our engines are disabled. We require towing."

"Translation: We require your ship's mass. Assessment: Master I believe they wish to gauge our ship to determine if we have valuable cargo worth stealing. I would more than welcome them so I may exercise my hand-to-hand combat programs."

Revan gave them the ship's relative mass minus the current holes. The weird frigate launched three magnetic cables and dragged the Ebon Hawk. As they were being pulled they all couldn't help but wonder why they didn't jump to lightspeed yet. Twenty minutes passed, and with help from Revan and Cina, Trossk could walk but he had a limp when he walked for the time being and it hurts if anyone touched him too hard.

As they were being pulled to an odd looking device Esura called everyone, "By the Gods…I think you guys might want to see this." With everyone in the cockpit area they were all in awe at the unusual device they were approaching. The large device has a blue core with two long prongs that extended outward. "What are they doing?"

The ship aligned itself and the Hawk to the device's prongs as the blue core began to glow brighter more intense as the ships approached it. The moment the ships were underneath the core, blue lighting like energy began to envelop the ships then a sudden burst of inertia launched both ships to the 'Citadel'.

A/N: I don't know how to write out T3's beeps and whistles. If anyone has suggestions to make this better (mostly HK's dialogue) I'll work with them to rewrite the chapter. I will continue the Commando story I just need time to think about how an elcor talks, after that it'll be smother sailing. Also if someone is willing, I have another story I want to post but there are a few holes that need to fill and I want someone's opinion about it first. Sorry for the Cathar scene, I watch too many anime and I'll explain the Duro thing later. All action right now, detailed descriptions in the next chapter.