KOTOR 1 Dark Insane Main Character

AUTHOR'S NOTE: this version of the main character is insane. As in, the things done to her that you find out about during the course of the game didn't work right, and she is clinically unstable. I'm mostly a Light Side guy, and this was the only way I was able to get through a KOTOR 1 Dark Side run. And yes, that's really what I named her. This was from a 2021 playthrough.

The blaster bolt hit Revana squarely in the shoulder, knocking her backwards. She'd unconsciously shielded herself with the Force, or she'd have at least been thrown off her feet, maybe much worse. She attempted to focus on her attacker, but her mind was still drifting, filled with jumbled, intrusive images that made it difficult to determine what was even real.

Much of her waking time was like this. It had begun on that fateful day when she woke up with the Endar Spire under attack. Or more precisely, after crash landing on Taris. Her mind before that was normal. At least, she thought it had been. She honestly had difficulty recalling much about her life before the attack. She remembered facts and details, but almost as if they'd happened to someone else. She could recite things like the planet she'd grown up on and the names of her parents, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't remember a single image from her childhood, or for that matter anything before the Endar Spire. She'd asked Carth about it on Taris, and he had speculated that the blow to the head she'd taken in the escape pod crash had affected her memory. Maybe he was right.

Instead, her conscious mind, her every perception of the world around her, was overlaid with images that made little sense. Most centered around Revan, the enigmatic, powerful, and now-deceased Jedi-turned-Sith that had first defended then almost conquered the Republic. At first, the images centered around the vision she'd had while unconscious: Bastila battling Darth Revan. They'd become worse once she'd discovered she was Force-sensitive and had begun her Jedi training. She'd started seeing other battles on worlds she'd never even heard of. She'd done a bit of research from the fragments she could remember and discovered that many were connected in some was to Revan's various campaigns. Others seemed to have no connection that she could discover. Master Vandar had told her that the Force would show her both the past and the future, and that because Revan was the dominant personality in creating the current galactic conflict, it was only natural that Revan might appear in such visions. Master Vandar taught her various mental discipline techniques to help control the visions, which had helped for awhile.

However, after discovering the first Star Map on Dantooine, the visions had returned much more forcefully. She'd be walking down a hallway in the Ebon Hawk, then she'd find herself walking down the hallway of a Republic Battle Cruiser, surrounded by Republic soldiers in full battle gear. She loved the Republic. She'd die for it or for any of these soldiers. Then she'd suddenly be walking onto the bridge of a Sith Battleship, and everyone on the bridge would turn to her as if she were in command. Through the massive viewport that dominated the bridge, she could see Republic ships burning in space. She pitied the Republic, but she'd save it anyway, even if she had to subjugate it first. Then she'd trip over T3-M4 and realize she was still on the Ebon Hawk. Other times, she'd be in a fight with an enemy and suddenly she was fighting Darth Revan. Then just as suddenly, she was fighting Bastila. Most recently, she'd begun seeing these fights as if she were looking through the slit in a mask. Revan's mask had a slit....

A second blaster bolt hit Revana in the stomach. Again, she unconsciously shielded herself with the Force, but the blow still dropped her to her knees. She felt like she'd just been thinking something very important, but now it was lost. And she was in pain. With an effort of supreme will, she stood up and pulled herself back to reality. She was on Tatooine, and the blaster bolt had come from a Tuskan Raider lying on top of a nearby dune. In front of her to the left, Zaalbar was battling another Tuskan in hand-to-hand combat. Zaalbar was bleeding from a wound across his chest, but had grabbed the Tuskan's gaffi stick and was using his incredible Wookie strength to wrench it from the Tuskan's grasp. She heard weapons fire to her right, and turned to see Mission bobbing and weaving, trading fire with a third Tuskan on another dune.

Footsteps caught her attention and she turned again to see a Selkath charging her, sword raised. The aquatic biped looked strangely out of place sprinting down a desert dune. That's odd, she thought in a disconnected way, what would a Selkath be doing on Tatooine? She'd never met one, or visited their homeworld, but didn't they live on the ocean world of Manaan? Also, this one looked just like the ones she'd met last time she was on Manaan. She blinked. No, it wasn't a Selkath, it was a strange creature with long eye stalks on the sides of its head. Ran.... Rak.... what was it called? Revana was sure she knew what type of being this was, but the name just wouldn't come. In any case, she was certain it had no place on Tatooine. No, wait. It was Bastila, yellow lightsaber raised. Why was Bastila attacking her? Wasn't Bastila back on the Ebon Hawk? No, it was Mandalore! But she'd killed Mandalore! How could she have killed Mandalore? She'd never even met him, and he'd died years ago! Darth Malak bull rushing her, lightsaber raised for a killing stroke!

The anger was rising now, fed by the confusion but also originating from a deep, dark place inside her. When the images took over like this, the anger was never far behind. It was all-consuming, irrational, terrifying - yet somehow almost peaceful. It felt like being in the eye of the storm, all rage and purpose. Revana knew that the Jedi Council would have been extremely unhappy with this, and that Bastila would have been vocally and forcefully disapproving. So Revana hadn't mentioned the anger to them. But when it surfaced, it gave her focus and clarity. Much of the time, she wasn't sure who or what she was, but in these moments there was no uncertainty. She was power.

She looked again at the enemy charging her, and saw it was actually a fourth Tuskan, its gaffi stick raised high. It was close now, the gaffi stick already descending in a powerful blow intended to crush Revana's skull. She raised her left hand and screamed, her voice an inarticulate fountain of rage. Lightning flew from her had, engulfing the Tuskan, throwing it backward, searing it both inside and out. It crumpled into a smoking heap and lay still.

Another blaster bolt sped toward her from the Tuskan on the dune, but she'd already drawn her lightsaber with her right hand. Its bright blue blade intercepted the blaster bolt and deflected it at the Tuskan that was still targeting Mission. The deflected bolt hit the Tuskan squarely in the head and it dropped to the sand. The Tuskan who had fired the shot was already aiming again, preparing for another blast. Revana closed her left hand into a fist and the Tuskan dropped its weapon and began clutching its throat. Revana raised her hand and the Tuskan lifted off the ground, feet dangling. She squeezed her fist and the Tuskan's head fell to the side at a very unnatural angle, its limbs now hanging lifeless.

Revana looked momentarily at her blue lightsaber blade, wondering why it wasn't red. Shouldn't it be red? She had a momentary flash of a red lightsaber blade crashing into a yellow one, then shook away the image and extinguished the lightsaber. Zaalbar was standing over the remains of the last Tuskan. It appeared that Zaalbar had pummeled it to death with its own gaffi stick. Mission was looking uncertainly at Revana. Mission never seemed comfortable when Revana's anger took over, and this time she seemed on the verge of saying something. Instead, she began searching the Tuskan corpses for anything that could aid them.