Chapter 1

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The Dreadnaught, flagship of Admiral Onasi, Sith Fleet

Darth Revan gasped, Carth's hand closing around her throat. Great Sith Lord or not she was a petite woman with a slender frame. He could nearly wrap his fingers about that pale neck before actually choking her. But that's what Revan was waiting so anxiously for him to do.

Those strange pale eyes regarded him with a mixture of pleasure and fear. Carth gritted his jaw and applied a gentle pressure. A pleasurable shudder passed through Revan. He pulled her close and savagely kissed her.

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The Beginning

When Saul Karath came, it was in the middle of the night. He roused Carth from a deep slumber begging a word in private. Encumbered by shreds of sleep Carth perched on the edge of his desk, arms folded over his bare chest, face scrunched as tried to work out what his mentor was saying.

At first nothing made sense. Saul paced the room talking about the dim prospects for the Republic's survival. They were on the losing side in a war against the very people who had been their saviors against Mandalore. Revan and Malak would defeat the weakening Republic. It was only a question of time.

"Wait a minute, Saul - are you suggesting what I think you are?" Carth asked bewildered. He was fully alert now, his mentors words hitting him cold and hard.

"You should think of your future Carth. Yours and Morgana, and little Dustil," Saul said gently. His eyes, blue and piercing, locked onto Carth's face. The captain couldn't look away from the intensity of that gaze.

"They're Sith! You can't be serious about this sir!"

"Lords Revan and Malak will crush the Republic, it's just a matter of time. They have an unlimited supply of ships at their command. And anyone who stands against them will be brought to slaughter. You must think about the well being of your loved ones. Would it really be so horrible to kneel before a new lord to ensure Morgana and Dustil's well being?"

Carth found the breath sucked from his lungs. Betrayal. That's what Saul was suggesting. Not just betrayal of the Republic but of the ideals Carth held dearly to. The ones he led his life by and wanted to impart onto his son. But what did those ideals mean if Morgana or Dustil were lost? He swallowed.

"What are you planning?"

There was surprisingly little left to plan. At least for Carth Onasi. Saul had been coordinating with Darth Revan for months. They would deliver into the apprentices hand the Leviathan and the codes necessary to slip past the Republic blockades.

Carth felt a bit sick if he stopped to think about it too much. He was really going through with it, selling his soul to the Sith, throwing away all the ideals of the Republic. Even more shocking was the number of crew members aboard the Leviathan willing to defect right along with him. But he couldn't stop thinking about Dustil or Morgana. He would protect them no matter what the cost. Just because Carth Onasi was choosing to kneel at the foot of a Sith Lord didn't mean they had to.

Saul had been strict with Carth about contacting his wife. Not a word of it could spoken to anyone until the deal was completed. There was too much at risk Saul explained. When the time was right he would help Carth safely relocate his family out of Republic space. It had been difficult though, he knew Morgana would worry about his sudden silence. They had barely returned to speaking terms after that last heated quarrel over his reenlisting.

Carth's presence on the journey seemed to please Admiral Karath. And the older mans behavior was a stark contrast to the man who had come speaking of defeat and death. He smiled a lot and talked of a brighter future, after a while Carth began to see his side of things.

Somehow it was making sense. Revan and Malak had saved them once. They were the strongest and the best so perhaps it was better they brought a new age of leadership. Maybe, Carth began to hope to himself, under their banners the galaxy could finally know a lasting peace.

"Darths Revan and Malak are arriving soon and I must attend to them," Saul told him. They were standing alone in his office, the Leviathan having reached her destination in the Outer Rim. Carth was startled to see his mentor wearing a Sith uniform. The drab grey fabric made Saul's skin appear thinner and sallow. It made him look older then his years. According to the insignia on the mans shoulders, Saul would remain an admiral. That came as no surprise to Carth.

"I would like you to accompany me Carth," Saul added thoughtfully. He gestured then to his desk where another uniform laid neatly folded. "Yours. You'll find you're still a captain."

Captain Carth Onasi, a soldier for the Sith Fleet. The thought felt cold to Carth, though he was relieved to find his rank would not change. He hadn't even known he'd cared until Saul spoke of it. As he lifted the bundle he was aware of Saul's eyes on him, watching Carth's reaction without expression.

"I'll give you a few minutes to change," Saul said leaving him alone.

Without wasting time Carth stripped off his clothes but he fumbled with putting on the new uniform. It was well made from a high quality fabric and fit him snugly. But something deep within was shouting at him to stop. He ignored it, things were too far gone now, and finished dressing. Looking at his reflection in the starboard window Carth made a few adjustments while trying not to look into his own eyes.

The hanger bay of the Leviathan was packed. There was a regiment of former Republic forces standing at attention, sharply outfitted in the same Sith uniform Carth and Saul wore. His gaze slipped over the men and he wondered where all the uniforms had come from. But Saul was sweeping past them, leading Carth to the front where a small spacecraft was settling down. Wordlessly Saul Karath stopped and waited, hands clasped at his back. Carth stood a foot behind and tried to calm his nerves.

The craft's loading ramp opened, and without hesitation a squad of armor plated soldiers marched out. Carth noticed they were heavily armed. And behind them the former heroes of the Republic descended the ramp.

Darth Malak was vastly changed from the man Carth remembered meeting once during the Mandalorian Wars. He was bald, of course that remained the same, and there was the tattoos wrapping over his skull. But Malak was so pale his flesh was like blue veined marble. Malak's looked over the bay, his eyes glowing with fury. Below that though was the metal shield with its hidden vocabulator. The replacement for Malak's jaw that had been sliced off, at least by rumor, at the hand of his own master.

The last to emerge was Darth Revan, wrapped in a black hood with the Mandalorian mask over her face. Carth found his attention drawn to the surprisingly small figure approaching them. He hadn't expected Darth Revan to be so petite. While Malak dominated a room for his sheer size, Revan dominated it with presence alone.

Saul was going to one knee as the Sith lords drew closer. Quickly Carth did the same, lowering his eyes to the deck. He adopted the same pose, one knee bent in supplication to his new masters.

"Admiral Karath, we are most pleased you have seen the light, shall we say?" Darth Malak said. The words emitted by the vocabulator were metallic and cold.

"My Lord Malak, Lord Revan, I have the codes as we agreed upon," Saul murmured. Malak made a gesture and the admiral rose to his feet. Carth followed, unsure of where to keep his gaze. He didn't want to meet Malak's eyes just in case the man could see his fear.

"You have done well, but we may yet ask you to prove your loyalty," Malak added.

"I am your loyal servant," Saul said bowing his head respectfully. Carth looked up, glancing from Darth Malak to Darth Revan. He was a little startled to see the Sith lord looking directly at him. At least she appeared to be. With the mask it was hard to tell, but it was turned in his direction. Beyond that Carth could feel her staring at him, he wondered what exactly she could see inside him.

A/N - So this is mostly an experiment. I'm curious to see what would have happened if Carth had listened and joined Saul in his defection to the Sith. With a femDSRevan.