[Buffy's Shadow]

Ghosts Of Korriban



Dramatis Personae:

Darth Revan: Sith Lord (Human Male)
Darth Layla (Bastila Shan): Sith Apprentice (Human Female)
Vima Sunrider: Jedi Master (Human Female)
Canderous Ordo: Mandalorian General (Human Male)
T3-M4: Droid (Astromech Series)
HK-47: Droid (HK Assassin Series)

Notes: AU (Alternate Universe). KOTOR 1 Dark Side Ending. When confronted with the choice, Revan chose to join Bastila on the Dark Side, and together, they defeated the combined Sith and Republic forces. Now, the Republic faces a slow death. Unless the Jedi Order can regroup itself and find a way to defeat the new Sith regime.

Prologue:

Again and again Revan and Malak’s sabers clashed, spewing sparks that sizzled and burned out on the floor of the Star Forge. Outside, the scenes of the Sith and Republic forces continued, with the Republic beginning to fall back, knowing they were completely overwhelmed.
“You can’t possibly hope to beat me here Revan.” Malak said, jumping back onto another platform. “You are a fool to challenge me here. Within these walls, I am invincible.”
“Anything can be killed, Malak. And right now, I’m looking forward to watching you die. Slowly.” Inside, Revan could sense that Bastila was moving up to their current level, her use of Battle Meditation no longer needed now that the Republic fleet was in full retreat.
“Ah, you were always the bold one Revan. And within that, lies your ignorance. All you saw was an infinite factory. I’ve seen the Star Forge for what it is. A source of unlimited power.” Malak continued, not sensing that Revan’s apprentice was slowly creeping up behind him. “Look around you Revan. You might recognize the bodies from the Academy.”
“You honestly think I care Malak? If I could, I would have gone back and slaughtered them all myself.” Malak looked back at him with an almost annoyed glance. And that was when he finally made the connection.
“You’ve turned.”
“Excellent observation.” Bastila said, stabbing Malak through the chest as the Sith Lord turned around. His eyes went wide as he looked down at his former apprentice, who stood there with an almost blood-thirsty smile on her face. Off to her side, Revan slowly approached, his own saber still gripped in his hand.
“And now, Malak, we’ve seen who’s the true Dark Lords of the Sith.” He said, raising his own saber and chopping off Malak’s right arm. Bastila followed suite, and lopped off Malak’s remaining arm. As the former Sith Lord fell to the floor, he began to cough up blood through his throat. It flowed out through the cracks in his jaw-piece.
“And now, the fool dies.” As Bastila raised her arm, her saber instantly entered Malak’s back, and set his insides on fire. As Malak voiced one last scream, the bridge fell silent, except for the sounds of the rapidly ending battle outside.
“You’ve won, Lord Revan. The title of Dark Lord of the Sith is yours to claim.” Bastila said, bending down before Revan on her knee. Looking down at her, Revan smiled, and knelt down beside her.
“No. It’s ours to claim. Together, we shall make the Republic tremble, and fall. The galaxy will be ours. “

[Mandalorian]

nice cant wait for when the real story begins

[Clank]

awww por malak

[Arcanine]

i am looking forward to see the continue of it

[Buffy's Shadow]

Chapter 1

The wind whistled in between the cracks of the ancient walls of the academy, with the gentle breeze flowing through the hollowed walls and blowing openly on the faces of the various students going to and from their lessons. It moved the dust that otherwise remained stagnant, and created an eerie layer that interacted with the natural lights that flowed in from Korriban’s ancient sun.
Opening her eyes, Bastila stared for a few moments at the ceiling, thinking in silent meditation. It had been months since they had defeated the Republic in the space surrounding the Star Forge, and now, the Republic was in ruins, a wounded beast that continued to try and escape its fate. It was a useless gesture, and yet, the Republic army and its weakened band of Jedi continued to attempt it.
Beside her, she heard the sound of rustling sheets, and she looked over to see if Revan was still sleeping. His eyelids were closed over those yellow eyes that she had grown to love, how they penetrated in the mind of anyone. To many Jedi, those eyes had been the last thing they had ever seen, and in turn, she enjoyed watching the pleasure that those eyes took in disposing of their enemies.
She chuckled slightly as one such memory arose, where one Jedi, who she remembered from the Academy, had lain in front of them, battered and bloody, begging for her life to be spared. Bastila’s response had been to ignite her saber and slice off her head at the shoulders. She remembered how Revan had looked at her with an almost un-noticeable sense of pride in his eyes.
“Morning.” Turning her head, she met Revan’s eyes, and as he raised his hand to move a few stray strands of hair out of her face, she smiled faintly. He looked back at her, his face silent in thought. Before she could return the greeting, he spoke again.
“You look beautiful.”
“Revan!” Bastila replied, her voice lined with mock anger. “I’m not even dressed yet!”
‘Even better.” He said, that familiar grin coming to line his face. The two of them laid there looking at each other for a few moments, each of them not wanting to ruin the perfect moment with words. Finally, a rapid knocking at the door interrupted them. Sighing, Bastila grabbed her tunic and wrapped it around her body. As she walked over to the door, she heard Revan sitting up in the bed, calling his saber to his hand in the process. Waving a hand over the door, Bastila watched silently as the door slid open and revealed an obviously scared guard. Weather or not he was scared of interrupting them or of the news he was bringing, Bastila bothered not to care.
“Speak, or leave.” She said coldly, her loving and caring tone that had carried through her voice only minutes earlier gone, and now replaced by the voice of someone in control of the Dark Side.
“I am sorry to disturb you, Mistress Shan, but I have brought news from General Ordo and his fleet.”
“And?”
“He reports total victory and that they should have control over the last Republic stronghold in the outer are of the Core planets within hours.” The guard continued, gaining a little more composure than he had had earlier. “He also reports that he has captured a large number of Jedi during the battle, and requests that you prepare to make room for them.” The last bit of information perked Bastila’s interest, and she raised an eyebrow at the officer.
“How many?”
“Close to twenty.”
“Excellent.” Bastila replied with a smile on her face. She had run out of prisoners to “practice” with, and it would feel good to have her saber cut through flesh again. “You are dismissed.” The officer bowed, and then began the walk back towards his station. Turning her back, Bastila waved a hand absent mindedly over the door, shutting it in the process. In front of her, Revan had already gotten half-way dressed into his usual attire of robes and Mandalorian armor. He left the mask off of his face, although he hid his face underneath the hood of his tunic.
“You seem excited about the prospect of more Jedi prisoners.” He observed, looking down at her through the shadows of his hood.
“Well, we did run out of them.” She said, giving him a fake pout. “And I’ve been without any ‘playmates’ for so long.”
“That’s because you ‘broke’ the last ones, my dear. You have a habit of doing that.”
“It’s not my fault though, they’re simply not as skilled as I am.” The fake pout continued to remain on her face, although she had lightened it a little.
“The last five you killed were very skilled. You simply fried four with lightning, and then crushed the last.”
“What can I say? I play rough.”
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As the images of battle continued to pass before his eyes, Canderous grinned through the helmet that covered his face. He had dimmed the lights on the bridge to just the right level to admire the glory of battle. The frequent flashes of exploding ships illuminated some of the ‘scars’ that his Mandalorian armor carried. His repeating rifle lay in it’s usual spot at his side, carried by his shoulder strap, with the familiar weight remaining there, unnoticeable.
“Situation report, Lieutenant.” He shouted out, his gaze never straying from the battle.
“The last of the ships are withdrawing to hyperspace. We have an interceptor waiting for them on the most logical route.”
“Heh, cowards. Figures that they’d rather run than die an honorable death.” He replied, his voice reaching every inch of the bridge. His crew laughed at the statement, almost nervously, as if they feared showing the wrong emotion would get them shot. Canderous’ rifle remained silent, and as he watched the remaining Republic ships make their ‘escape’ into hyperspace, he turned away, and peered at the men who were under his command.
“Congratulations boys. We’ve won. This system is now officially under the control of Lord Revan’s forces.” The bridge erupted into a joyous cheer, with a few throwing their caps into the air.
“Alright, now let’s get down to the surface and see what they left us.”
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Peering through her blurry eyes, Vima wished that she could rip the Force collar off of her neck and toss it across whatever room she was in. Ever since the Sith had captured her, along with her group, on Ator, she had been forced to remain almost motionless in the cold cell that she now resided in. They still fed her, but the feeling of helplessness still remained ever present.
I swear Revan, we should have killed you when we had the chance. She thought to herself, regretting her decision to support the vote within the Council to reprogram Revan’s mind. She saw now, that Master Vrook had indeed been right all along. The Dark Lord had returned in time, and now, with Bastila at his side, the galaxy was dieing a slow and painful death.
She had been there when Revan’s fleet had turned it’s guns on what ever remained on Dantooine, destroying any building over two feet tall. He and Bastila lived to destroy anything, living, dead, or inanimate.
Hearing the field around her cell shutting down, the vague sound of footsteps reached her ears. Tilting her head as upwards as she could, she could vaguely make out the shape of a female and a male, both dressed from head to toe in black robes.
“Well, well, well.” She heard the male say, his arms folded across his chest.
“Vima Sunrider, we meet again. I must say, you don’t look rather comfortable.” The female continued, her voice bringing a stream of recognition in her mind, and yet, she was unable to place the face to whom it belonged.
“Turn off the force collar, we can handle her.” One of them said, Vima’s mind being so out of contact that she could barely understand the words. She heard a clicking sound, and as her vision began to straighten, she found herself looking up at Darth Revan, and Darth Layla, the two Dark Lords of the Sith. She wanted to ignite her lightsaber and run each of them through for all the destruction that they had caused, and yet, she found her limbs unresponsive, along with the familiar weight of her saber missing from her side.
“There, that’s better. No using in talking to someone who can’t respond or completely understand what’s being said.” Revan said, his hands dropping to his side. Layla stood by his side, her face smiling slightly at her, no doubt thinking of the many ways that she could kill the Jedi who was lying on the floor in front of her.
“It seems that she’s rather angry about something, Revan. That seems most unbecoming of a Jedi Knight.” Vima spat at the woman’s feet, and as she felt that gaze peer down at her, she looked back defiantly.
“Go to hell.” Scowling, Layla kicked the Jedi in her ribs, and as Vima let out a sharp intake of breath as the wind was sucked out of her, Revan chuckled slightly.
“Ah, the Sunriders. Always the defiant ones.” He said, pulling the hood of his tunic off of his head.
“I……swear…..” Vima said, taking deep breaths in order to try and regain the steady flow of oxygen to her heart. “Revan………I’m going…….to kill you…..for all that you’ve done.”
“Oh, and when would such a thing take place?” He asked, leaning down onto his bended knee in front of her.
“Right after I kill Bastila.” Layla scowled, and kicked Vima again in the ribs, although this time it was much harder. Coughing, Vima looked down and say the red color of blood stained against the floor of her cell.
“Don’t you dare voice that name in my presence.” She said, watching with satisfaction as Vima continued coughing up bits of blood.
“You monsters.” Vima whispered under her breath, laying her head down against the cold floor. Turning away, Revan and Layla walked out of the cell, the force field turning back on as the continued down the hallway. She heard the force collar flick on again, and soon, her mind became disconnected from reality once again.

[Mandalorian]

woah long great chapter emp you should sticky all of your stories keep it up!

You monsters

Lets put our differences behind us, for science, you monster.

[Buffy's Shadow]

Chapter 2

“It appears Canderous actually left us something worth our time.” Bastila said, walking beside Revan back towards the academy. Beneath their feet, the dirt of the planet kicked up a small amount of dust. A short distance away from them, the entrance to the academy loomed, a few skeletons laid around the entrance, with tattered forms of Jedi robes clinging to the bones.
“Indeed. Who would have thought that a Sunrider could be taken captive?” Revan replied, pulling the hood down from around his face as the door in front of them opened.
“The Order is starting to slip, if they’re sending Masters to the front lines.”
“And that is a sign we’ve been waiting for.” The academy was remotely silent, which was strange for such a mid-day hour. Seeing a group of students ahead of them, Bastila could sense that something was wrong. Her hand flew down to her lightsaber, but in mid-flight Revan caught it.
Not yet. He told her through the bond, letting go of her hand in the process.
“Lord Revan, Mistress Shan, we need to talk to you. Now.” One of the students said, spotting their approach. There was a broad mixture of species in the group, numbering at least two Twi’leks, a Zabrak, and a few humans. All were still apprentices.
“Such urgency. Reminds you of some-one, doesn’t it Revan?” Bastila asked, the sarcasm in her voice overwhelming any other emotion. Her hand still lingered near her lightsaber, and there was a certain itch in her fingers to grab the hilt and strike down the beings in front of her.
“Yes it does. Still, we took care of him long ago. Poor Dustil Onasi.” Taking a step towards their room, Revan and Bastila heard the distinctive sound of a lightsaber activating.
“I said, we’re going to talk to you. Now.” The apprentice said, the purple blade that he was wielding casting shadows upon the walls. From behind him, the other apprentices ignited their lightsabers.
“Fine then. Talk.” Revan said, his hands crossed in front of his chest. He was grinning at them somewhat, as if he was enjoying knowing something that they lacked.
“The galaxy is within our grasp, and yet, you focus on the back-water planets. You’re obsessed with finding the Jedi.”
“Oh, really?” Bastila stated, the thread of sarcasm still running through her voice. “That’s what you came to tell us? What we’re obsessed about?”
“No. We’ve also come to assume command of the Sith forces. Your reign is at an end.” The apprentice took a step towards Revan, his saber ignited and held in front of him. Pulling the hilt off of her belt, Bastila twirled the saber, and then ignited it, its red color clashing brightly with the purple blade.
“So, it’s rebellion then?” Was Revan’s response, his own hilt in his hand and ignited. He and Bastila stood in the hallway, effectively surrounded by their own apprentices. It looked like a no-win situation.
“Call it whatever you want, we’re assuming command. With, or without your cooperation.” As one of the other apprentices took one small step towards Bastila, she lashed out with the saber, its blade connecting with the Twi’lek’s chest, nearly cutting him in half. Seeing their fallen comrade fall back onto the ground, the other apprentices began their assault. Sensing two of them, Revan slashed his own blade out, severing a leg and two arms. To his right, Bastila held another apprentice in a Force crush, and as the sound of breaking bones filled the air, she flicked her fingers and the body flew across the hallway, eventually meeting a wall.
Only two apprentices were left, and realizing their dwindling number, they stood back to back, their sabers raised into defensive positions. Smiling at them, Bastila looked back to Revan.
“Two vs. Two. Seems like fair odds.” She said, twirling her saber in a moment of grand gesture. Behind her, the apprentice that she had first cut down was moving slightly, moaning along the way. As Bastila curled a finger, a small piece of stone fell from the stone and landed on the Twi’lek’s head. Within moments, his Force aura had disappeared from his body.
“I’m going to give you a chance. You can tell me whose idea this ‘rebellion’ was, and I’ll let Bastila kill you quickly and painlessly. Or, we can both just chop you up, slowly and painfully.” Revan said, his face completely hidden in the shadows of the hallway. In front of him, the apprentices remained silent, and as that silence infected the air surrounding them, Revan sighed.
“Fine. Bastila, would you like the first swing?”
“With pleasure.” She said, her voice a toxic sound. As the apprentices charged at the Sith Lords in a last ditch attempt to save their lives. They split up, thinking that taking both enemies at once would give them a better chance. Sadly, that wasn’t the case.
“Come on now, you can hit me.” Bastila said, jumping out of the way as the apprentice’s lightsaber swung underneath her legs, and she ducked as the same saber immediately came around for another swing. “We taught you better than that!”
“SHUT UP!” He screamed at her, raising the blade behind his head and poising himself to strike. Unfortunately, Bastila struck first, her double-bladed lightsaber cutting upwards through his chest. Peering down at the blade, his eyes wide with shock and pain, he fell to the stone floor as Bastila deactivated her saber, and clipped it back onto her belt.
“Well, that was fun.” Revan said, pushing the dead body of the other apprentice off of his chest, where it joined at least ten other bodies. Rapidly approaching down the hall was a group of other apprentices, and a few sentries. When they saw the bodies, they stopped, too stunned and fearful to come any closer. Finally, a high-ranking officer took a few steps forward, stopping a few feet away from Revan.
“Lord Revan, is there anything we ca…” He started before Revan held up his hand, channeling the Force through his body in order to choke the man. The officer made rapid grabbing gestures at his throat, his eyes starting to bulge and his face turning red from lack of breath.
“Yes, you can be part of the example to the others.” Revan replied, and as the officer drew his last dying breath, Revan used the Force to fling the man into an opposing wall.
“The rest of you, get these bodies out of here. Take them outside, and put them alongside the Jedi.” He continued, taking Bastila by the arm and stepping around the bleeding bodies. “Show Korriban what happens to those who attempt a betrayal.”
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Those footsteps, they were approaching again. Silently, Vima counted them, one by one as they sounded off the stone floor, finally stopping at the entrance to her cell. Once again, the sound of the cell door powering down, along with the Force collar resounded off the walls and into her ears. Rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. There were still some stains of blood on her hand, a reminder of what had happened last time.
“Hello again Vima.” That female voice said, its speech slurred with the threads of sarcasm and blood-thirst.
“Bastila.” Vima responded, mentally preparing herself for the feeling of the Sith Lady’s foot connecting with her body. And yet, the moment never came. Opening her eyes, she found the woman simply looking down at her, a mixture of pity and disgust in those yellow eyes. Deep inside her heart, Vima found that look to be…frightening.
“Go ahead, you can use that name if you wish. That person doesn’t even really exist anymore.”
“You mean the good person, the Jedi that you once were? She doesn’t exist anymore? I find it hard to believe that someone can just cease to exist, by choice.” All was silent for a moment inside the cell, before Bastila took a seat in front of the Jedi, and simply looked at her.
“Believe it Vima, Bastila Shan no longer exists, just like Kurtis Ming no longer exists. Only Darth Layla, and Darth Revan remain in their spots, sharing the same faces, the same features, the same emotions. And yet, they’re different, their bodies nothing more than a reminder of what once was.”

[Mandalorian]

nice one emp, keep me full with a whole lot more of 'em

[Clank]

all in all a good story but my fav is kotor rift

[Buffy's Shadow]

Well, after this story being put on hold for awhile, it's back!
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Chapter 3

“Well, any luck with our guest?” Revan asked, smiling as Bastila walked out of Vima’s cell.
“Nothing yet. I still think you should have let me have some ‘fun’ with her.” Bastila’s response was full of that familiar blood-thirsty tone that had quickly grown into a normal occurance with her.
“Now, now, can’t have you killing off Vima so quickly. You remember what happened to the last Jedi you had.”
“That wasn’t my fault. How was I supposed to know that enough bursts of lightning would kill him?” She replied sarcastically, that evil grin of hers present on her face. As the two of them walked down the hallway, their footsteps echoing off the stones walls, above them, Korriban’s blood red sun began to set.
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The laser bolts continued to rain down all around, with occasional blasts of heavy artillery flashing down and destroying anything in its path. Averting her eyes, Vima could feel another group of soldiers being cut down by the advancing Sith troops. She felt something wet flowing through her fingers, and opening her eyes, she found herself looking at the hardly recognizable form of one of the soldiers. Her hand was covered in his blood, and inside her throat, Vima began to gag, throwing up whatever liquids were inside her stomach.
Feeling that familiar tug through the Force, she ducked as another barrage of blaster fire zoomed over her head. Reaching for the comlink on her belt, she clicked the device on, and put the object up to her ear. Hearing only static, she tossed the device away, and looked up just in time to see a thermal detonator flying towards her.
“Oh, kriff this!” She said, extending her palm and using the Force to push the deadly ball away. Ahead of her, most of the soldiers under her command were screaming in agony, with a few being met with blaster shots. Revan and Bastila’s soldiers were even more brutal now than they had been under Malak’s command. There weren’t interested in taking any common soldiers prisoner, only Jedi.
“Over there! She’s over there!” She heard one of the soldiers yell out, followed by the sound of more blaster bolts zooming her way. Igniting her lightsaber, she easily deflected the shots back to their owners, the lightsaber’s bright green blade a mere blur in her hands. Ulic had taught her well, and if she was going down, she was going to take as many of Revan’s minions with her as possible.
“Drop the lightsaber!” A voice behind her said, pushing the barrel of a blaster pistol into the back of her head. Quickly debating her options, Vima deactivated the lightsaber with a sigh, and tossed the weapon to the ground.
“Alright, now hands where I can see ‘em.” Raising her hands slowly from her sides, Vima did as she was told, and within a second, she had turned around and tackled the soldier to the ground. Bringing her fist down on the his face, Vima rolled down onto the ground as the man’s comrades began the firing again.
Grabbing her lightsaber, Vima ignited the weapon once again, and charged at the now stagnant Sith troops. She could sense the sudden gripping sense of actual fear inside their hearts, and grinned slightly as a few stopped firing and retreated to a more defensive position. The few that did remain quickly fell to her lightsaber. In the skies above the battleground, a few stray Sith fighters zoomed over, obviously taking a short recon run.
Dropping her lightsaber into a more defensive stance, Vima could feel more troops beginning to work their way into surrounding her. Closing her eyes, she meditated for a short moment, feeling the planet around her, and the presence of her mother and Ulic within the Force.
“You want me Revan, come and get me.”

Nothing made sense anymore, not with the blasted collar around her neck. She felt like some kind of animal with it enclosing her neck, blocking any sense of the Force and scrambling her thoughts to the wind. Starring into nothing, Vima tried once again to collect her thoughts, and once again, she failed.
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“I must admit, digging through her mind is remarkably fun.” Bastila said, stripping off her outer tunic as the door closed behind Revan and herself. It was slightly cold, but that problem could easily be fixed. The entire room was dimly light, which cast a slight eeriness about the place.
“Is it? You’ll have to thank Canderous when he gets back from the front.” Revan replied, removing the black cloak that surrounded his body. Extending a hand, he upped the temperature controls slightly as he unbuckled the utility belt from around his waist. Setting it down onto a nearby table, he turned back towards Bastila. “Still, I highly doubt we’ll be able to get anything from her.”
“And why is that?” Bastila inquired, quietly undoing her pony-tails in her hair. Shaking her head briefly, her dark brown hair fell down her upper back.
“Because, her masters were two of the greatest Jedi in known history. With both of them within the Force, Vima is practically unbreakable.”
“Practically is simply another word for ‘Highly unlikely, but possible.”. Bastila responded, closing the distance between herself and Revan.
“You know, I’ve always admired how you refused to take no for an answer.” Revan said, smiling as Bastila wrapped her arms behind his neck.
“And I’ve always admired how you refuse to let the Force get in between the two of us.”
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[Buffy's Shadow]

Ok, just a bit of warning. As i've said before, this story is indeed a lot darker than my previous ones. So, if you get disgusted at reading descriptions of violence, take care reading this chapter. Seriously, I don't want to get anyone sick.
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Chapter 4

“Hello Revan.” Her voice was as smooth as silk as the words escaped from her lips. From above all of them, the Rakatan sun shone brightly, casting its warmth into everything it touched. In front of her, Revan and the others looked on, seemingly unaware of the Dark Side aura that surrounded her. Fools.
“Bastila?” He sounded shocked, as if he didn’t believe that he could simply reach out and touch her. Flooding in through the bond, she let her own feeling wash over the inside of Revan’s mind. She could feel how his emotions instantly began to cling to hers, holding on with such strength that she could almost feel an actual grip on her body.
“Well, at least we found a friendly face on this deserted planet.” Jolee chimed in with in the background, his guard already dropping. Through the Force, Bastila felt Juhani do the same, albeit more slowly, and forced. She could sense something wrong, although it was clear that she couldn’t exactly place what it was.
Revan took a few steps towards her, and she remained where she stood, smiling at him from the shadows of the stone arch above her. He wanted to rush to her, to embrace her, to hold her and never let go, and yet, she remained still, absorbing the entire scene. It seemed like something out of a holodrama.
“Bastila, come quickly, we have to escape before Malak arrives!” Juhani said, ruining the entire moment. Frowning, Bastila turned her gaze onto the female Cathar. Taking a step into the sun, she could feel shock course through the Jedi’s body as she looked into Bastila’s yellow eyes.
“Escape? You don’t understand.” Bastila said, the darkness in her voice still ever present. “I’ve sworn allegiance to Lord Malak and the Sith.” As the words escaped from her mouth, she felt Revan looking at her, his mind in visible turmoil.
“What?” Was his only answer.
“I’m no longer a pawn of the Jedi Council, as you three are. It’s rather sad really.”
“A pawn? What in hell are you talking about?” He took another step towards her, forcing himself not to come any closer. She chuckled slightly as she imagined what his conscience was thinking. Bad Revan, bad! She’s evil!
“You should know better than anyone, Revan. Look at what the Jedi Council did to you. They destroyed your memories, turned you into a mere puppet for their gain.” Oh yes, she was getting through to him now, his feeling were splitting. Part of him wanted her more than anything in the world, and the other wanted to stay true to the Light.
“Bastila, I…”
“Look at you Revan, you were so powerful! And now, here you are, absorbed by nothing more than lies.”
“Bastila, come with us, we can help you.” Revan replied, unhooking his lightsaber from his belt in the process. “I can help you.”
“Do you intend to force me to do this, Revan?” She replied, taking a step towards him. “If so, why don’t you finish it here? Strike me down; you know I can’t be saved.” He stared back at her, the conflict inside of him visible to the outside world. He was cracking, both mentally and emotionally.
“No. I won’t kill you.” Looking at him, Bastila grinned.
“Ah, there’s the Revan I know. The one full of compassion.” She half-mocked, half stated. “Then what shall you choose? Death, or Love?”
“Love?”
“Don’t hide it, Revan. Even now I can sense it through our bond. How you cling to my presence in your mind. You love it, enjoy it, need it. Join me.”
“I…”
“Revan, don’t listen to her!” Juhani growled, pulling her saber into her hand. Extending her hand, Bastila summoned the Force into a whirlwind that quickly surrounded Juhani.
“Shut up!” Bastila snarled in response, eyeing the Cathar with contempt and disgust. “You know nothing of the true nature of the Force!”
“Revan, if you join me, we can bring an end to Malak, and bring peace to the galaxy! With the two of us at an Empire’s head, who would stand against us?” She begged, trying not to make her voice sound too weak and unworthy.
“But my memories, how can I become Darth Revan again? I don’t even remember anything about it!”
“There are techniques within the Force for healing, techniques the Jedi deem to be too ‘seductive’ for their pawns. I can teach you them.”
“And what of you?” He asked, still gripping the lightsaber in his hand. Momentarily taken aback by the question, Bastila smiled, not one full of evil or destruction, but one of compassion.
“Revan.” She replied, closing the distance between them and looking into his eyes. “I love you. It was foolish of me to try and hide it. The Jedi would never allow it, but the Sith hold no restriction for it. We could be together, happy, anything that we could want would be ours!”
“Kid, look I know what you’re thinking….” Jolee started, extending his hand towards Revan’s shoulder. Tilting her head, Bastila’s eyes once again became full of darkness.
“Ah, Jolee, I was afraid that you had suffered a heart attack during our conversation.” She mocked with a smile. Regarding her, Jolee could feel his blood slightly turning cold. He wasn’t looking at the woman that he had known mere weeks ago, that Bastila Shan was dead. Only her shell remained, inhabited by an evil being.
“Bastila, you’ve been corrupted by a power you can’t even begin to understand.” He replied, withdrawing his lightsaber from his belt, and gripping it in his hand.
“Because you know so much about it!” She spat back at him, pulling her saber-staff off of her belt. “You learned so much of the Force by sitting in your little hut on Kashyyyk!”
“Kid, I don’t want to do this, but if you join her, I’ll be forced to try and stop you. I can die trying if necessary.” Jolee responded, igniting his saber, its green blade shimmering in the bright light of the sun. In response, Bastila’s own blade quickly appeared, its blood red color flooding the area surrounding it.
“It appears you have a choice, Revan.” Bastila said, moments away from attacking Jolee with every inch of strength inside of her.
“Love, or Death.”
The entire temple went silent as both the Jedi and Bastila waited on Revan’s decision. The whirlwind around Juhani disappeared into the air, and as she ignited her lightsaber, Revan turned…and walked to Bastila’s side.

Opening her eyes, Bastila wiped the back of her hand against her eyes. Beside her, Revan was still asleep. The room was deathly quiet, and as she looked at the time on the datapad on the bedside table, she pulled herself out of bed, and silently stepped into her pitch-black robes. Quickly arranging her hair into a single pony-tail, she keyed in the door code and stepped out into the Academy.
The entire structure was utterly silent, with the only sounds being the echoing patter of Bastila’s boots on the stone floor. Shivering slightly, she pulled the tunic around her shoulders even tighter. As she passed through the large main hall of the Academy, she once again keyed in her access codes to the prisoner cells. As it opened in front of her, she grinned.
Time to have some fun
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“Vima?” Her mother asked, standing in the doorway looking into the darkened room. “Honey?”
“He’s gone, mom. He’s really gone.” Vima replied, her voice sounding distant and hollow from where she was sitting. The remnants of tears remained dried on her face. Walking into the room, Nomi stopped and knelt down in front of her only child.
“He’s not gone Vima, only gone from our vision. He’s part of the Force now.”
“Like Dad is?” Vima said, the beginnings of more tears forming on the edges of her eyes. Running her hand across Vima’s cheek, Nomi smiled at her.
“I’m sure they’re both up there laughing at us.”

“Vima, wakie, wakie!” Bastila said, kicking Vima in the ribs again. “Come on, time to have some fun!” Her voice contained what almost sounded like a little girl’s joy at discovering a new toy. Opening her eyes, Vima looked up at the Sith Lord with blurred vision.
“What?” She said wearily, trying to push herself up using her arms. Smiling at her, Bastila knelt down beside her.
“Ok, here’s the story. It’s late, I’m bored, and I need something to do. Getting information out of you seemed like a fun idea, so here we are.” Looking into Bastila’s yellow eyes, Vima looked back at her with a look of disgust on her face.
“You’re fracking sick, you know that?”
“I do, and I quite enjoy it.” She replied, grabbing Vima by her hair and pulling her up onto her feet. Letting out a yelp, Vima swung a fist at Bastila, and as the Sith Lord ducked, she responded with a simple laugh.
“Missed me.” Swinging again, Vima missed once again, and this time Bastila responded with a simple flick of her finger. As her body flew into the opposing wall, Vima felt numerous waves of pain flow through her body.
“After all the stories I’ve heard over the years about your mother, I simply figure that you’d be just a little more of a challenge.” Bastila said, standing over Vima’s body with her arms crossed over her chest. Below her, Vima exhaled slowly, trying to force the pain out of her body.
“Come on now, Vima. Where’s that Sunrider fire everyone has heard so much about?”
“Give me a lightsaber and I’ll show you.” She replied quietly, exhaling again. Dropping onto her stomach, Bastila put her ears a few inches away from Vima’s mouth.
“What was that? I don’t think I caught it.” Her tone was blood-thirsty, and full of sarcasm.
“I said, there’s one difference between the two of us.”
“And what would that be?”
“I’m still a hell of a lot prettier than you are.” Vima replied, spitting into Bastila’s eye with all the force she could muster. Looking back at her, the blacks of Bastila’s eyes ‘exploded’ into a sea of rage. Grabbing Vima by the neck, she jumped on top of her chest, and quickly gained a two-handed grip on the Jedi’s neck.
“Anything else you want to say? SPIT IT OUT!!” She almost screamed, her grip increasing in strength with each passing second.
“Mistress Shan?” Swinging her head around, Bastila loosened her grip on Vima, and turned most of her attention towards the owner of the voice.
“WHAT?!” She half-questioned, half-screamed at the Sith apprentice standing in the doorway of the cell.
“I…I was sent here to ‘terminate’ the prisoner, did you decide to go through with it yourself?” Returning to her feet, Bastila could hear Vima gasping for air on the floor. Reaching into her boot, she silently withdrew her small vibro-knife and held it loosely in her hand.
“Who gave you this order?”
“Master Rikcen, he said he was acting on orders from you.” Looking down at the young apprentice, Bastila could tell that the young woman was afraid. Within seconds, she would give her a reason to appreciate that feeling.
“Give him a message for me, will you?”
“Yes, anything Mistress. What shall I tel…” The apprentice never had the chance to finish her sentence as Bastila quickly stabbed the knife into the woman’s eye. Withdrawing it, Bastila could see the blood dripping down onto the floor. The woman herself was on the floor screaming, looking past Bastila towards Vima.
“Don’t look at her, she won’t help you.” Bastila said, using the Force to push the woman across the hallway. “Tell your master that he is to speak with myself and Lord Revan tomorrow, inside the tomb of Marka Ragnos.”
“Y-Ye—Yes Mi-Mistrss Shan.” As the woman quickly forced herself to return to her feet, she took off down the hallway towards the dormitories. Turning back towards Vima, Bastila found the Jedi staring at her with a mixture of shock and fear on her face.
“Don’t think I did that to save your life.” The Sith Lord said, taking the blade into her mouth and swallowing some of the liquid off of the blade.
“I simply want the pleasure of taking care of you myself.”

[Clank]

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