| "Savior, conqueror, hero, villain. You are all things, Revan… and yet you are nothing. In the end, you belong to neither the light nor the darkness. You will forever stand alone." |

The Star Forge, in a galaxy far, far away.

The cold footsteps of your boots echoed through the dark halls of the Forge. You carefully held on to your blaster, with your eyes constantly glancing at every corner and hallway for any signs of trouble. You walked with cold determination in your eyes, preparing for what was coming ahead.

After all, this was no ordinary visit.

Legends foretold of a feared Sith Lady that held authority over the wide reaches of the galaxy. She was cold and calculating, taking charge of the Empire’s increasingly successful expansion against her foes in the Republic. Her strength was akin to the greatest strategists and Force wielders of history, her victories commemorated and honored by the Sith - just as much as it was mourned by the Jedi.

You prepared yourself to face this Sith Lady - Darth Revan, the names whispered, short for Revanchist. Once a Jedi, she would defect in fury over their indecisiveness - joining the Sith in the process (or at least, that was the rumors said) and becoming the woman she was today. And today, if everything went according to plan, you would hold the first interaction with her in Galactic history (after all, outside of war, she barely left) - and potentially come out on top in a duel with her.

You stand before the doors of her chambers. One of the Guards glances over you, seeing if you were the one destined to meet her. After a few minutes, they nod, and usher you in.

Before you stood a woman who would not look out of place as a Goddess of War. She was dressed in the robes of the Sith, lightsaber in hand, sitting on her throne. She tilts her head a bit to see you.

Then she spoke - clearly, yet firmly.

“So you have arrived,” she says. “I am Darth Revan, Empress of the Realm. What brings a mortal like you here?”