Ok, here's a couple ones that I posted on my fanfiction.net account, but I never posted on here for some reason.
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All Eyes On Me
You always inspired others, Revan.
How can you say that? We gave you another chance!
You mean, you honestly don't know?
We gave you another chance
They turned you into a pawn
We gave you another chance
They turned you into a shadow of your former self
We gave you another chance
The entire scene continued to repeat inside Revan's head, destroying any other thought that tried to wash the scene away. He could still see Malak standing in front of him, the sound of his breathing emanating from his metallic jaw piece.
The dormitory was utterly silent, which was unsurprising considering that he had locked the door. He couldn't bear to look at his companions. The entire war, he had been the cause of it. The entire time they were looking for these Star Maps, he had simply been retracing his steps.
All the hurt that he had caused. Carth's homeworld being bombed, his wife dying because of it, the millions of lives dead, simply because of him.
You always inspired others, Revan.
The Jedi don't believe in killing their prisoners
You mean, you honestly don't know?
No-one deserves execution
I'm surprised that Bastila didn't tell you
No matter what their crimes
Why? Why didn't she tell him? He loved her, and she felt the same. This entire time, was it all a lie? Had she only been here to watch him, to make sure he wouldn't slip back into the darkness?
Did she really love him, or was it only another lie?
Even the combined power of the Jedi Council
My memories of confronting Revan are…painful
Couldn't keep your personality buried for long, could it?
What greater weapon is there than to turn an enemy to your cause?
You've grown stronger. I did not think that to be possible
To use their own knowledge against them?
He could feel nothing through their bond, and with every time he tried to reach her, he was met with nothing but silence. It sent waves of fear through him, and as he laid on the bunk, the room entirely silent, he felt cold.
His hand went limp, and as it touched the floor, he felt his fingertips brush past the surface of a holocron. Titling his head, Revan looked at the object, and then slowly grasped it in his hand. Absent mindedly, he found the activation button on the side, and pushed it.
There was something out there, something that devoured Revan and Malak
I've heard the Force can do terrible things to a mind
Revan traveled to all of these places in search of the Star Forge
It can wipe away your memories and destroy your very identity
As the blue picture centered itself, it focused in on two people, a man and a woman. The man was smiling and waving towards something or someone off camera. The woman was in the process of rolling her eyes. And then slowly, she also smiled.
"Is this really necessary, Revan? We have other pressing matters to attend to"
"Come on, Bastila, it's only a cheap little holocron. It'll be fun!"
"But…"
"Just smile and wave. Afterall, who wouldn't want to have their picture taken with me?"
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Did I save you yet?
The pain is nearly blinding. There's something running down his face. She puts her hand against it, and as she quickly attempts to wipe it off using part of her robe, he can see its dark red color. Blood.
Your eyes. That bad uh?
He doesn't want it to end this way. With so many things unsaid, so many things that he hasn't been forgiven for. And yet, like always, he'll grin and try to make a joke out of it.
I don't want you to see me like this. I…I don't want to die in front of you.
In the blink of an eye, he sees everything flash before his eyes. The war, meeting her on Peragus, fighting their way through anything that the galaxy could throw at them. It…it all seemed so meaningless now.
I loved you from the first minute I saw you. Tried to pass it off as a joke, wasn't funny
It hurts to talk now. He can feel blood quickly gathering in his throat. There's tears beginning to escape from her eyes, and she's clutching him, desperately trying to use the Force to save him. It's too late.
Hurts when I laugh. Hurts…
Everything around her is turning black. He doesn't feel peace or anger. Only the satisfaction of knowing that she's safe. And that's all that really mattered.
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Atton, come on, you're not going to die. Not here, not now
She wants so desperately to believe it, and yet, she knows it's not true. It seems somewhat poetic in a way. A former Jedi killer turned Jedi Knight, dying in a place surrounded by darkness. The irony isn't lost on her.
You've lost alot of blood. Just stay still, I…I won't let you die.
Malachor is laughing at her. She can hear the very depths of the planet mocking her, laughing at the tragedy that is quickly unfolding before her eyes. The smell of death is in the air, and it's nearly causing her to gag. She keeps it down, not wanting him to see anything that would cause him to believe that its over. But yet, she knows that he already does.
Atton, you're not going to die! You hear me? It's not your time!
He's grinning a little bit, and it nearly causes her to smack him. She's grown so used to seeing that smile, that she almost forgets where they are. Shaking her head, she grabs the skin above where his heart is. The beat is starting to slow. Closing her eyes, she tries to concentrate and use the healing "gift" that everyone has always talked about.
I know, Atton. I've always known. You never had to say anything.
She can feel the tears starting to force their way out of the cracks between her eyes. Ignoring them, she focuses again on the heart, trying desperately to eradicate any sense of pain from his body. It's not working, and its making her want to scream until something inside of her explodes.
Atton? Atton?
His heart isn't beating, and she pours every amount of Force energy into his body, trying desperately to make him breathe again. There's blood on her hands, but she ignores it. It's not important. Her friend, her lover, is dying, and there's nothing she can do to stop it.
Damn it! Atton, ATTON!
She screams, her voice echoing through the core, slamming off of every wall, and infecting every nook and crack within the evil place. In front of her, Atton's eyes are starring into nothing. The tears are pouring down her face now.
It's not fair. Nothing ever is.
Why did you have to protect me?