[Buffy's Shadow]

this is all mands fault blame him because it is his fault totaly he is the one to blame for me not writeing storeys ever again so blame mand

im the one who gives you courage to write and you blame it on me? :O fine, i blame growlithe.

lol, i didn't write that. Alex took one of my posts where i said stop arguing, and then changed everything in it.

Ok, last chance
Either stop aruging or I WILL STOP WRITING. NO MORE ARUGING AND BLAMING!

[Clank]

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[Buffy's Shadow]

Ok, the ending is so long i have to split it into a couple different sections. So here's the first part of the epic finale!
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Chapter 12

The ground of Malachor felt strange beneath her feet, as if the dirt wasn’t really there. Merely a substitute for something that lay hidden, in waiting beneath the surface. Bastila wondered if Revan felt it also, and a quick look inside his mind reassured her. This planet was literally the definition of darkness, its pull greater than both Korriban and Rakata Prime. This had been a planet basked in death, and its ripples were nearly roaring through the Force.
“Stop.” Revan finally said, stopping a few feet ahead of her. They had been traversing through the cave for more than an hour, and it seemed like they were no closer to their destination than they had been an hour ago. The dim lighting continued to throw shadows on everything, and those shadows contained the dimmest tint of green.
“What is it?” Bastila responded, gripping the lightsaber hilt in her hand just a little tighter.
“We’re close. It’s like….”
“Like what?”
“Bastila, stand back. It I’m right, we should be dropping a couple feet down.” Was all that Revan said as he ignited his saber and began to cut a wide circle into the rock that lay beneath them. As he finished, the vibrations that erupted sporadically grew into a constant, and cracks snaked through the ground around them.
“Bastila, grab my hand!” He shouted just as the rock beneath them gave way. Jumping with all her might, Bastila grabbed Revan’s out-stretched hand. Dropping down, she closed her eyes, fearing what would come next. A few minutes later, she could still feel her heart beating, and upon slowly opening her eyes, she found that Revan’s hunch had been right.
“I think we found out where our friends are hiding.” Revan said, the thin line of sarcasm going through his voice at a furious pace.
“You do have your moments.”
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The sinister halls of the academy seemed to stretch on forever, the foul stench of death confronting them at every turn. Every now and then they would pass a body that looked like it had been gutted with a lightsaber. Bastila tried to bury the image in the back of her mind, and yet, she found it floating back to her immediate thoughts. She had seen enough death to last two life-times.
The entire place reeked of death. Whatever dark forces had been here for the past years had obviously reigned with a rule of fear. Anyone who had come here by choice must have been mad or desperate for power. Or both.
“Bastila, watch out!” She heard Revan call, although by the time the message reached her ears, the red glare of a force field had appeared in the door way between the two of them. On the other side, Revan looked around the wall for any kind of switch. Finding none, he cursed quietly under his breath. For once, could something go right?!
“What do we do?” Bastila asked, the sense of an unknown path stretching out in the forefront of her thoughts.
“Looks like we’re gonna have to split up. I’ll try to find a way around the force field. You go ahead and see if you can find any kind of access console.” As he finished his sentence he turned and ran through the closest door. As it slammed shut behind him, Bastila send him a quick “Good luck” through the bond, and took a few steps towards the closest door to her.

The rest of the academy had been designed exactly like the other parts that she had seen. The feeling at the back of her mind had not yet ceased, and she could feel the uneasiness growing inside her. Whatever presence lurked here, it was nothing more pure evil. And with Revan no longer with her, running into a group of assassins would be even more deadly.
Every now and then, footsteps were erupt behind her, and when she turned to face them, with lightsaber ignited, there would be nothing. If she had been from one of the core worlds, her explanation would have been ghosts. She chucked briefly at the thought, and continued onward, her lightsaber remaining tightly gripped in her hand.
“And I get the arrogant one.” The voice crept into her ears with startling fluency. It reminded her of Malak, in a way. How their voices had been filled with confidence and self-flattery. Turning her body around with the speed of a full-blooded Cathar, she found herself met with a true form of a demon.
“I could make it quick. After all the embarrassment you’ve caused me, that would be the unfair reaction.” Sion said, filling the air between himself and Bastila with an aura of Dark Side energy. He laughed aloud as Bastila ignited her yellow saber and held it in a defensive position in front of her. She was afraid, and he could sense it, feed off it. It made him stronger.
“Do you really hope to defeat me? I cannot be killed, not in this place.” He continued, his own saber snapping to life in his hand. “My master is right. Out of the two of you, you are the one filled with a sense of self-importance. What he sees in you, why he did not fully embrace the power of the Dark Side, I wish to know. If it was for you, he is indeed foolish. Foolish, blind, and in love.”
The words struck her much like a blaster bolt hitting her square in the chest. Somehow, the apprentice’s master knew more about Revan that most in the galaxy did. How is this even possible?
“Revan chose not to embrace the Dark Side. He saw that those enslaved to the Dark Side only die long and meaningless deaths. It turns you into a puppet, mak---“
“Spare me your words, Jedi. Your time of death is at hand, and you should be prepared for it.” Sion interrupted, moving his blade so that the red color illuminated the individual cracks in his face. The entire image would have unsettled even the most experienced Jedi Master. “And now, your time is at an end.”
His attack came quickly, the swiftness of it catching Bastila off-guard. As his blade came swirling around towards Bastila’s saber arm, she rolled down to the floor, the saber missing her by mere inches. As she returned to her feet, Bastila swung her own saber out, hoping to catch her attacker off-balance. The yellow saber met with its blood red cousin in a brilliant flash of sparks and light. The strength coming from the other side was incredible, and Bastila could barely hold the blade off.
“You fight like a child. A blind, ignorant child with a lightsaber.” Sion said, visibly gritting his teeth as he spoke. He was trying to un-nerve her, make her lose her concentration. He half-succeeded, but she quickly regained her concentration and pushed her attacker back. Jumping back as he tried to unleash a wave of Force Lightning on her, Bastila could feel the heat coming off as the blast passed by her. Looking back at Sion, she brought her saber up to deflect another blow.
In the back of her mind, Revan’s presence still lingered, she could feel the warmth emerging from it. Jumping back as Sion attacked with his saber spinning in front of him. The scene seemed eerily familiar, and she briefly remembered the battle on Revan’s flagship, almost a year ago now. Burying the memory once again, Bastila forced herself to focus on the battle.
She was exhausted now, and sweat dripped down her forehead as she tried once again to hit Sion. As her blade was blocked, Sion let loose with his other arm, and as Bastila was sent spiraling to the ground, she could blurrily see him standing above her, his saber ignited in one hand, and the other clenched into a fist.
“Your battle is over child, throw down your saber and I’ll make your death quick.” Seeing her saber behind Sion, Bastila extended her palm and the hilt came flying back, igniting in mid-air and almost severing Sion’s right leg. As he let out a small groan at the pain, he looked back to see Bastila getting back onto her feet.
“Perhaps you’re not as weak as I thought.”
“You’ll find I’m full of surprises” Bastila replied, before she attacked again, her yellow saber attacking again and again, the strength in it completely relentless. Sion was taken aback, and his stance quickly changed into a defensive one, a position with which he was barely familiar with. The battle was quickly changing hands, and the odds were turning out of his favor.

[Clank]

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[Mandalorian]

this better not be last make moar, moar, MOAR, MOAR

[Buffy's Shadow]

Well, i think the writer's block is slowly starting to go away. Here's the next installment of the story.
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Chapter 13

There was a small sense of familiarity as Revan walked through the deserted halls of the academy. It was almost as if he knew exactly where he needed to go, as if he had walked the same deserted halls years ago. When he had been completely enveloped in the Dark Side’s thrall.
“Come” The word shot out from behind one of the doors off to his side. He searched for the source of the sound, he wanted to be certain before he took any action that might lead to him becoming trapped by assassins. That wouldn’t be of any help to himself or Bastila.
“Well, here goes nothing.” Revan said, as he hit the open switch beside the door. As it silently opened before him, there was nothing except darkness. A small joke entered his head as he stepped into the dim lighting. Soon he was unable to see his hand in front of his face. And yet, he knew exactly where to step, the familiarity of the place seeping into his brain once again.
“So close…” The voice said again, filling his senses with its sound. Up ahead he could see faint lights, a sign of life. He approached it, the lightsaber on his belt remaining in its usual spot. He could sense no threat, but he knew that the situation could change within moments.
The planet core glowed below the walkway, the green gases slowly being lifted up and into the center of the academy. As Revan stepped out of the darkness, he could see a faint black figure standing in the center of all this chaos. Standing there, waiting.
“Hello Revan. It has been a long time.” She said, turning towards him as he approached. Her eyes were hidden beneath her hood, and for a split second, Revan wondered what was under there, watching him.
“That look on your face, you seem to fail at something….Ah, your memories. That is what troubles you. You can see the familiarity of the halls of which you have walked, but you cannot fully remember what you did or why you came here.”
“How do you know?” Revan asked, a small flicker of recognition running through the back of his head.
“There are many things that I know of you. As a mother knows her child, as a tree knows its roots, and as a Master knows her apprentice.” Traya replied, as her voice echoed throughout the core. “You were my crowning
achievement, my greatest legacy, and in turn, my greatest failure.”
“You left to kill, to destroy the Mandalorians, and you left all that had come before behind. When you returned to the galaxy, ‘evil’ in the Council’s eyes, they were quick to search for someone to blame. And the brunt of that blame fell upon my shoulders. And in turn, I was cast out. Exiled. Betrayed by a Council that I had trusted for years. The irony was not lost on me.”
“So you were exiled because I fell?” Revan inquired, now standing a few feet in front of her. The darkness surrounding her presence was great, and he felt like he could drown in it.
“Fell? No. Opened your eyes, yes. You see, the Jedi would have everyone believe in their simple, deluded view of the galaxy. Black and white, light side, dark side. All faces and names for a single thing. When you embraced the Dark, you became whole. And when your memories were ripped from your body, your entire soul was chained to the Light Side once again. You were deafened, blinded, and defeated. All in a single blow.” Traya replied once again, the sarcastic pity in her voice shining through like a light in the darkness.
“All that I’ve seen of the Dark Side proves you’re wrong. Suffering, pain, blood, the Dark Side reeks of it.”
“Perhaps. You speak in the same tone as your lover.”
“Bastila?”
“Ah yes, the arrogant one. She is much like me in some respects. She had served both ‘sides’ of the Force, and has been betrayed by both.” Reaching into the back of his mind, Revan searched for the bond. He could feel it, as if it was on the tips of his fingers. And then he could feel it slip away. Where-ever Bastila was, he couldn’t feel her presence. Something had gone wrong.
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“You’re only prolonging your death by hiding.” Sion taunted, his activated saber illuminating the entire room. As the light hit the area around her, Bastila could feel her heart beating in her ears. Her shoulders were beginning to ache as she pushed herself further into the area between the box and the wall. She had blocked any out-going Force presences, including the bond with Revan.
“My master was all wrong with her approach. She should have simply killed you. The pain would have been enough to drive him mad. His grief would have turned him. And once he had fallen, he would have never been the same.” Bastila remained silent, trying desperately to not even breathe. Sion was far stronger than her, and already she was exhausted. Moments before she had had Sion on the defensive. Quickly however, the odds had turned against her. And now she found herself hiding, the burn marks on her arms already becoming inflamed with pain. The enemy she now faced wasn’t a man, it was a monster.
“I’ve heard much about your fall. How easy it was to turn you.” Sion continued, the smell of decaying flesh reaching Bastila’s nostrils. She felt like gagging.
Suddenly the box at her side exploded with a shower of sparks and debris. Above her, Sion stood with his saber ignited and his one good eye glaring down at her.
“I grow tired of this. Now your death will be long and painful.” He said, his saber already beginning its long swing down towards Bastila. She rolled out of the way just before the blood red blade was about to come down upon her head. As sparks flew from the wall, Bastila ignited her own blade, and the two began the battle again. The two blades crisscrossed in their dance of fates, with the two colors, yellow and red, striking again and again. It was unclear as to which side would win. All that either of them could see was that only one of them was walking away from this fight.
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“What have you done with her?!” Revan asked, his hand immediately flying to his Jedi weapon. In front of him, Traya grinned. She had been hoping that his actions would be quick and rash, with hardly any thought put into them. So far, her plan had worked exactly to the letter. Her former student was almost fully in her grasp.
“I have done nothing. The Lord of Pain, that’s a different matter. I can imagine that right about now, he’s ripping out her insides.” At that moment, Revan ignited his saber and charged at her in one swift motion. Already anticipating his movements, Traya drew her own saber and its purple blade made contact against Revan’s blue. Revan pulled back, and then tried another attack, which Traya saw instantly, and swiftly moved to block it. Again and again, the pattern repeated itself, until it was clear that no-one was ahead in this fight.
As Revan drew back his saber for another swing, Traya raised her hand and unleashed a deadly blast of lightning towards him. Seeing it just as it was too late, Revan kept a firm grip on his lightsaber as he flew back, finally making contact with one of the pillars that surrounded the core. Through his slightly blurred vision, he could see Traya deactivating her lightsaber as she walked towards him. Someone else had joined her in the few moments that Revan had been a victim to the lightning.
“Ah, how the mighty have fallen. It is such a sad thing to fall, isn’t it Attero?” She said, turning her head towards the young woman that now stood at her side. Her name seemed familiar to Revan in some-way, and her face reminded him of one of the Master’s from the enclave on Dantooine.
“Indeed, Master. It appears that all the stories of the ‘great and mighty’ Revan, were simply that. Only stories.” The other woman replied, moving a few strands of her light brown hair. A few pockets of gray erupted every now and then in her hair. She hadn’t joined the Dark Side fully yet, but she was getting close to it.
“Ah, you recognize her Revan, and yet, you cannot fully place the memory of her face. Allow me to elaborate. This is Darth Attero, but you might know her better as Drala Lamar, your idiotic Master Vrook’s daughter.”
“Daughter?” Revan asked, his vision rapidly clearing.
“Yes. Vrook would rather have destroyed her, but yet, when he was in the position to do so, he failed to seize the opportunity. Another failure of the Jedi.”
“Just wait till I get back up, then I’ll show you a ‘failure of the Jedi’.” Revan replied, struggling to return to his feet. He had slammed into the pillar with a moderate amount of force, and the pain that racked through his body was rightly there. Somewhere, Bastila was battling with a Sith Lord, and she needed his help.
“Look, Lady Attero, his thoughts are not even on the task that he now has on hand. Such shoddy training.” Traya mocked, stepping back as Revan returned to his feet with lightsaber in hand. To her side, Attero grabbed her own saber and ignited it’s orange blade. She had been dying for a chance to test her loyalty to Darth Traya, and now, she would have that and the distinction of having been the one to kill Darth Revan.
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Again the two blades crashed together with a violent explosion of sparks and light, the saber-lock itself being the sole focus of the room. Throughout it, various pillars and wall lay strewn with marks and gouges that only a lightsaber could make. Jumping back, Bastila knew that she couldn’t keep this up forever. Even with the strength coming from the bond, Sion was still too powerful.
“You know you can’t keep this up forever. You’re growing weaker every minute that this duel continues. Sion said, stepping back to better watch his prey. She was strong, he would give her that. But she was not powerful enough to stop the full power of the Dark Side.
“You’re forgetting one thing, Sith Lord.” Bastila responded, sweat coursing down her forehead and down her brow. “I’ll always be better looking than you.”
There was no laugh or acknowledgment in return, only the sound of a lightsaber slicing through the air. Bastila ducked, and quickly tried to parry the move. No luck. Rolling under another assault, she knew that he was right about one thing. She couldn’t keep this up much longer. Throwing out her hand, she watched as the Sith Lord was thrown across the room, finally meeting an opposing wall. Not giving her opponent a moment to recover, Bastila brought down a section of the roof. As the rubble rolled down from the ceiling, Bastila turned away in order to not be met with any stray piece of wreckage. As the dust cleared, she could see nor hear any movement coming from the pile. She had won, but Revan was still somewhere in the Academy. Alone. And probably under-attack.

[Mandalorian]

i never liked master Vrook..... great keep em' coming

[Buffy's Shadow]

And now ladies and gentlemen, we've arrived at the end. It's been fun, and i hope you all enjoyed the ride. And yes, i will be writing more. Just give me some time. Gotta collect those thoughts and put them down onto paper!
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Chapter 14

As Revan looked at Drala, he couldn’t help but feel pity for the girl. Not because her father was probably the biggest perfectionist in the galaxy, but because of how she had come to stand before him now. He had probably been the cause of her fall, and for that, he was sorry. But she was either going to get out of the way, or he would cut her down.
“Drala, I’m warning you. Get.Out.Of.The.Way” He said, igniting his blue blade in order to reinforce the point. In front of him, Drala didn’t move, giving a small smile, and raising her blade to attack. Revan easily blocked the attack, and the two of them ‘danced’ across the planet Core, their blades illuminating their faces almost as well as the sparks that flew every-time their blades connected. She had been well trained, Revan could see that in the way that she attacked, the softness that she gave each and every step.
“Getting tired?” He asked her, trying to distract her and make her give him an opening. The tactic failed to work, and Drala pressed on with her attack. With his back pressed against one of the pillar’s, Revan ducked and worked his way around Drala, and seized the first opportunity that presented itself. As Drala cried out in pain, the slash across her back instantly spewing blood into the air, and then stopping as soon as it began, she turned back towards Revan, pure rage in her eyes.
Great. Wrong move Revan. He thought to himself, as he raised his saber to block an attempted slash at his chest. Drala was attacking him in full force now, her full strength flowing through her completely unrestrained. Off to their side, Traya watched with a silent sense of glee. She was enjoying each, and every moment of this.
Ducking underneath another slash, Revan kicked out at his opponent’s knee, and as he watched her go down, he pushed her away, and as her body tumbled over the side of the walkway, her hand shot up and grabbed at whatever would give her a strong enough grip that would allow her to pull herself up. Walking towards her, Revan looked down to see the young Sith apprentice looking back up at him with a pleading look in her eyes. She didn’t want to die for Traya, he could see that.
“Good Revan, strike her down, let her fall down into the core of this planet. And then, your fall will be complete.” Traya said, taking a step forward towards the two of them. Looking down at Drala again, Revan threw his lightsaber in Traya’s direction.
“No.” Was all he offered before he reached down and grabbed Drala’s hand, and pulled her up. As the young apprentice collapsed onto the cold rock of the walkway, Traya was silent as she looked at Revan. Her plan had failed, but now, it would work out for her anyway.
“So be it, fool. Then you shall have the death you seek.” She said, raising her hands to unleash another blast of lighting. As the blue force began to circle around her hands, Revan saw another figure rapidly approaching the Core. A sudden burst through the Bond, and he knew that it was Bastila. Her robes were tattered and torn, but she was still alive. As she stopped behind Traya with her yellow blade ignited, Revan smiled a little. Sending her a simple message of “I love you” through the bond, he watched as she looked at him, and as he looked deeply into her silver eyes, Revan himself smiled.
And then, giving her a fake salute, he jumped backwards into the core of the planet.
“REVAN!” Bastila screamed, as she ran to where he had been standing just moments before. Looking over the edge, she could see nothing but the green glow of the Core below. Hot tears stung at the edges of her eyes, all parts of her mind trying to deny what had just happened. He…he just jumped. Willingly.
“Such a waste of potential.” Traya said behind her, looking over Bastila with a pitying look. Ignoring her, Bastila reached out through the bond, and felt…nothing. Nothing but pure darkness. Her tears were flowing freely now, and she wiped her eyes with the back of her robes.
“And now, there is nowhere else to go, young Bastila. Except back to the darkness.” Traya continued, remaining motionless in the same spot that she had been before. “You can hear it call to you. And you want it, I can sense it.” Turning to face her, Bastila could feel the voices swirling around, begging her to give in and attack Traya, to make her pay for what she must have done to Revan. And yet, as her hand floated down to her lightsaber, she stopped. She couldn’t, she wouldn’t go back to the darkness. Faced with the choice of facing the Sith Lady before her, or running back to the Ebon Hawk and escaping from anything connected to this or the Jedi. As her mind chose the latter, she ran past Traya and towards one of the exits that surrounded the Core. With Traya watching her as she went, she could hear Sion limping to her side. She looked him over, disgusted at how he had lost to a mere Jedi with hardly any proper training.
Still, Revan was dead, and if she couldn’t have him, she would have the closest thing to him. Bastila.
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The wind outside whipped around her body and her hair, reminding her of how Taris had been only a few weeks before. More tears fell from her eyes, and she let them continue. Around her, the landscape of Malachor stood utterly silent. She knew what had occurred here, what Revan had ordered to be done. And yet, she couldn’t find any reason to hate him for what he had done. She had never been able to do that. And now, he was gone. Dead, swallowed up by the Core of Malachor V.
Damn it Revan, why? You should be here, to tell me why She thought to herself, pulling her tunic a little tighter around her body. T3 hadn’t responded when she had activated the comlink, and she wondered if the Sith had captured the ship after all. If so, then she was truly stranded here. With the Sith.
She had seen no signs that she was being followed, and yet, she knew that the situation had to be the opposite. They were hunting her, and she knew that the Sith Lords inside the Academy would want her back, dead or alive.
“Bastila” She heard him call out her name, and she wiped her body around, believing just for a moment in a false hope. As she scanned her eyes over the barren landscape, she felt her heart drop into her stomach. It had to have been his voice, she knew it by heart. And yet…
“Run” The voice said again, before a Force Pike landed into the ground beside her, looking up, she saw at least five assassins gathered around on a ledge above her. Remembering what the voice had said, she ran, using her elevated senses to dodge on-coming Force Pikes. Ducking inside the battered remains of a Republic cruiser, she took her lightsaber into her hand, and ignited it. If they wanted a fight, then that’s what they would bloody well get.
“Ah, such ignorance. To fight a battle that you cannot win.” She heard a familiar voice behind say, and as she turned around, her body was quickly pinned to the wall of the cruiser by Sion, as Traya looked on with a smug look of satisfaction on her face. Beneath Sion’s hand, she could hardly breathe, and she tried desperately to dislodge his grip on her. In return, he only strengthened his grip.
“If you’re going to kill me….then…just get it over with!” She managed to say between gasps for air, her lightsaber laying on the ground at Sion’s feet. Off to her side, Traya laughed at her display.
“Ah, but then, you would have learned nothing. It is such an easy thing to kill. To wound, not physically, but mentally and emotionally, that is the true form of pain and revenge. Of Betrayal. “
“Do what you want, I’ve already lost what I’ve loved. Pain is all I have left now.” Bastila responded, her voice more audible now that Traya had mentally told Sion to loosen his grip.
“Ah, and now you are learning. You see, there must always be a Darth Traya. One who knows what it is like to love, to trust, and to fully give into another. A keeper of knowledge, of both the light and the dark.”
“What do you know of the Light? Your presence is as black as his soul.” Bastila beckoned to Sion.
“I was once as much of a blind believer in the Light Side as you once were, mere months ago.”
“What happened?”
“What always happens to those strong in the Force. I strived for knowledge, I hungered for it. When there was nothing left to learn of the Light, I turned to the teachings of the Dark. And in them, I saw that both sides had their own fools. Each side would have believed that the other was weak. In reality, there are both pieces of a puzzle far greater than anyone could ever hope to put together.” In front of Bastila, Sion tightened his grip only a little, still allowing her to breathe and speak, but not to squirm her way out of his grasp.
“So tell me, which will it be? The easy path, where you can join your beloved in the Force, or the one that will lead you to a far greater destiny.”
“She chooses neither.” Another voice said, with all eyes turning towards it. As Sion turned his own head around, he never saw the blue blade coming down on his arm until it was too late. As the dismembered limb fell to the ground, Sion stumbled back, covering his wound with his remaining hand. Bastila dropped to the ground, and grabbed her lightsaber up from the ground. She ignited it, ready to meet whoever the new opponent was. When she saw his face, she nearly dropped the blade .
Standing before her, was Revan, his robe tattered, torn, and all but destroyed, and his lightsaber raised into a defensive position.
“Revan?” She asked with disbelief through the bond, wanting to know that it was really him. Malachor could have easily turned on anyone on the planet, and this could be no different.
“It’s alright. Get behind me.” He responded, taking a step towards Traya. Sion was still kneeling on the floor, by now his voice consisted of nothing more than varying forms of shouts and cries of pain. At the entrance to the Cruiser, the wind whipped around even faster, as the Ebon Hawk hovered steadily above the ground, it’s landing ramp extended. Turning back to the scene unfolding before her, Bastila watched as Revan held the blade above his former master, the blue light poised to strike a hole through the darkness that surrounded Traya. And yet, the blade remained in the air. Motionless. Traya smiled.
“You’re too weak to kill me. Your training prohibits it. Your Jedi way has ruined your perfect chance to end the ‘threat’ that you now face.” Revan didn’t respond as he deactivated his saber, and turned back towards the entrance where Bastila now stood. Behind him, Traya stood unmoving, her hood pulled deep over her eyes. She most likely never saw Revan’s hand raised until the punch of the Force pushed into the stone wall that surrounded her. As she collapsed into the ground, Sion looked at her, and attempted to muster enough strength to walk over to her. He failed, and collapsed onto the ground beside her.
“Let’s go.” Revan said, with Bastila looking at him with a speechless feeling overtaking her. Within the blink of an eye, her hand had connected with his face, his cheek instantly turning red.
“YOU BASTARD!! HOW COULD YOU PUT ME THROUGH THAT??!!” She screamed at him, with Revan remaining silent, not knowing the words to say to her. She brought her arm around for another swing, but Revan grasped it in his arm, gentle but firm. Looking up at him, Bastila could feel more tears beginning to stream down her face. Revan had died, and yet, here he stood. Alive as she was. She broke down into his chest, and he held her for the longest time. With T3 beeping through the comlink, the two of them walked towards the Hawk’s loading ramp, utterly silent except for Bastila’s occasional sops. With them inside the safety of the ship’s hull, T3 piloted the ship into the atmosphere, and Malachor became a distant star line as the Ebon Hawk entered hyperspace.


Epilogue

Dantooine System
A Few Weeks Later

The knee high prairie grass whipped around their feet as both Revan and Bastila walked at a calm pace through the brush. Above them, the sky was virtually cloudless and the sun set shone down upon their bodies. Revan’s wounds had healed quickly, and he had quickly come back around to his usual self.
The two of them came to a stop on one of the bridges that spanned over a small stream near a waterfall. They had come across the spot once before, before their journey to the Star Forge had begun. Everything seemed as peaceful now as it had been then. As the two of them watched the sun set over the distant horizon, Revan took Bastila’s hand into his. Her eyes were sparkling as the sun’s glare echoed across her face. The two of them kissed passionately, not caring if any wandering souls came upon them. After everything they had been through, they deserved a simple moment to themselves.
“Something wrong?” Bastila asked as Revan pulled back, leaving her standing in front of him with her arms wrapped around the back of his neck. He was silent for a moment, before he turned his head to the setting sun.
“So much has happened in the past year, so many events, so many friends made and lost, lives saved and lost, it’s enough to make my head swirl.” He said finally, his head remaining on the horizon. Bastila herself looked in the same direction. As Revan turned back to face her, their eyes met once again. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small box.
“I’ve thought long and hard about this. And I’ve made up my mind. Bastila, I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He continued, dropping down to his knee. As he opened the box, a Corellian ring sparkled in the sun’s rays. Covering her mouth with her hand, Bastila looked down at the ring with a look of surprise and shock upon her face.
“Bastila, will you marry me?” He asked her, as she took the ring into her own hand. Looking over it with her eyes, she looked back at Revan and threw herself into his arms. As the two of them fell back onto the stone path of the bridge, they looked at each other, laughing with joy.
“Yes. Revan, I accept your ring.” Bastila responded, kissing Revan for a moment before pulling away. She looked at him for a moment, a look of a pure happiness on her face. “And I have something to tell you.”
“What is it?”
“Revan” She said, taking a deep breathe “I’m pregnant.” And as the sun set in the distance, the two of them embraced in another passionate kiss, the entire galaxy ahead of them. As long as they were together, they could do anything.

The End

[Mandalorian]

D: this cant be teh last make moar pl0x. Great story emp, i recomend you make this a career

[Clank]

well im stuned how its done already