Knights Reborn

Ok, a shorter chapter, but hey, it's better than nothing. Trying to purge myself of my small case of writers' block is challenging, but it will go away in time.
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Chapter 6

On the surface, Korriban appeared as it always had, barren and lifeless. Even the citizens of Dreshdae had realized that the planet had been a lost cause to begin with and had left soon enough. Now, the planet was quiet, a place where one could hear the sound of the wind flowing through the valleys. The ancient Sith Lords remained at rest, their withered souls having had the final laugh.
It had been years since Anarra had set foot on the planet’s surface, and she relished the quiet that the planet now held sway over. She had been digusted at the noise that the city had given out, and how it had been audible in the Valley of the Dark Lords, miles away. If she had had the chance, she would have slaughtered every single non-Force user that the planet had once contained. Lost opportunities breed weaknesses.
Shoving the medallion into the door, the wheels of the door slowly began to move, shining light into the deserted academy. The ceiling had finally given way in several places, but still the walkway remained open. The place still smelled of rotten bodies, and seeing the fallen skeletons, Anarra pushed forward. This place was a sanctuary of death, and it should remain that way. But she needed something. Something that she could only find in the academy’s walls.
The door to the archives had been bashed in, obvious signs of scavengers. They had probably started ransacking the academy as soon as the blood from the bodies had been dry on the stone floor. Stepping over the remains of the door, Anarra continued on, using the Force to sense where she was going. The lights had finally given out in here, and she could hear the snapping sound of glass underneath her boots.
Finally reaching the shelves of holocrons, Anarra began rooting through the ones that had remained. A few lay broken and scattered across the floor. Such a waste of knowledge She thought to herself, picking one of them up and setting it back on the shelf. To her right, a small sack lay on the ground, obviously full of something. Taking a few steps towards it, she heard the distinctive sound of a blaster pistol powering up.
“Stay right where you are.”
“I would recommend that you put those away before you hurt yourself.” She replied to the voice, not even bothering to give it her attention. She took another step towards the holocrons. A blaster bolt flew past her head and slammed into the wall in front of her. A black blast mark lay where the impact had taken place, a now permanent piece of Korriban history.
“Last time. Stay. Where. You. Are.”
“Last time. Put the blaster away, or I’m going to get testy.” He took a few steps towards her, and finally she pulled the lightsaber from her belt, and slashed at his chest with it. The armor he was wearing did nothing to stop the force of the saber, and the body fell back, landing with a thump on the floor. There was no movement or groans. Only the sound of the wind.
“Those who cannot understand history don’t deserve to have it.” Anarra said aloud, grabbing the bag of holocrons, and beginning the trek back to her ship. If what she had learned in passing reference on Coruscant was right, the rest of her plan would fall neatly into place.
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Inside the cockpit, Revan stood like a stone in front of the galaxy map. There had to be somewhere in the galaxy, somewhere where there could get a plan together. Running a hand over his face, he sighed. We’ve been in situations like this before, and we made it out. Come on, THINK!He ran his eyes over the map once more, ignoring the Core systems. Korriban was out of the question, Talravin would be the obvious choice, and Telos was surrounded by Carth’s fleet. Still, there were plenty of remaining planets, and one of them would have to be the one.
“You’re up early.” He heard Bastila say, looking up as she ran a hand through her messy bed-ridden hair.
“Trying to figure out a course.” Revan responded, typing in a few words on the map. A number of planets disappeared, and the remaining few continued to glow brightly. One in particular stood out amongst the others, and tapping the screen, Revan brought the planet’s basic information up.
“Rhen Var?” Bastila said aloud, taking a step closer to the screen.
“Yeah, looks like a pretty unsuspecting planet. No major settlements, no major trade routes around it.”
“Perfect for the kind of attention we’re not looking for.” She responded, tilting her head upwards towards Revan. He looked back at her with a small smile. Outside the planet continued to be silent, with only the sounds of the landing droid echoing through the air.
“Indeed. If I can get the coordinates punched in, we can leave within the hour.” He continued, turning to face her. “Unless anything else comes up.”
“I wish you hadn’t said that.”

ahhhhh a week ago u were raging with storeys and now your blocked

ILL KILL JAMMER FOR MAKING THAT BLOCK.

OR ZAB FOR HAXING.

OR ANYONE ELSE THAT IS INVOLVED.

i need more

kinda sad how the sith had so much on korriban, but till the time of kotor most of it is burried underground. great story empo keep it up

Okie dokie, it's done! Enjoy, and Manda, Alex, consider this part of your Christmas gift This is pretty much an Anarra-centered chapter, but next chap, it will get back to the main focus on Revan and Basty. Did i mention that those two are my favorite fanfic pairing?
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Chapter 7

As the ship entered hyperspace, the Republic cruiser Harbinger lay hidden in its place behind one of the moons that surrounded M4-78. Seeing that the fugitive ship had indeed disappeared from their scopes, the captain was quickly beckoned.
“Sir, it’s just as she said, the ship has entered hyperspace. The tracking beacon that the Jedi planted on it is still active.” One of the lower crew-members said, seeing the captain approaching him.
“Excellent. Inform Commander Onasi of what we’ve discovered.” His superior replied, turning back to his the doors leading to the quarters of the ship, most likely in order to drink himself into a stupor. The communications expert, his hands flying over a console that lay in front of him, raised his eyes as the small form of Carth Onasi took form on a small holoscreen.
“Greetings Commander Onasi.” The expert said, giving a quick salute.
“At ease trooper. What have you found?” Onasi sounded tired, almost beyond his years. He had been in the Republican Military almost all of his life, and the stories that surrounded him had spread like wildfire through the various branches of the military.
“We found the Ebon Hawk, escaping into hyperspace just as Jedi Master Vash predicted. We are awaiting your orders.”
“Hold your position. I’ll join you there, along with a small fleet that the Republic is sending.” And with that, the hologram disappeared from the screen. Outside, the cruiser’s engines ceased, and stayed on stand-by.
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Watching the stars resume to their original state, Anarra found her eyes almost pleading with her to sleep. How long had it been since she had slept? Three, four days? I’ve survived longer without sleep.
Looking down at the screen in front of her, the information for the planet M4-78 continued to appear at rapid pace. Seeing this, she slammed her hand against the control panel.
“Stupid piece of outdated junk!” She said aloud, knowing that no-one would be around to hear her. This was the second time that the hyperdrive had propelled her into the wrong destination. She had wanted the see Drommaud Kaas appear before her, and yet, here she was, staring at some barren lifeless planet.
“Freighter The Foreigner, you are entering restricted space. State your business or we will board you.” The comlink said, crackling to life as the small speaker inside the control panel began to go into it's death throws.
“Just try it, Republic cruiser.” Anarra replied, rocking a little in her seat as the cruiser followed up on its promise and locked a tractor beam onto the ship. Feet by feet, the cruiser came closer and closer, the ship’s docking bay opening as Anarra’s freighter slowly entered the bay. A boarding crew was already on stand-by, and as the ship set down onto the floor, they rushed up the loading ramp. All was silent for a moment, before the sound of blaster shots rang out, and a helmet rolled down the ramp. The second time raised their weapons, prepared to meet whoever had survived. As steam from the ship filled the air, the snap-hiss of a lightsaber accompanied the silence, and as more shots rang out, they were deflected harmlessly into the wall.

Outside the hanger, all was quiet, with only the occasional sounds of various droids wandering from room to room. The explosion that followed was as unpredicted as it was unignorable. Stepping over the various pieces of rubble, Anarra held her lightsaber in a one-handed grip while her blaster pistol was gripped in her other. Seeing movement at the other end of the hall, she fired off a few shots, and then, satisfied that whatever had been moving wasn’t going to be going anywhere anymore, she slowly proceeded down the hall, sticking to the wall.
Someone here's gotta have the codes to disable the tractor beam She thought to herself, closing her eyes and reaching out with the Force. No-one was around, and peering around the corner, she found that what she had sensed was true. She preceded, the sounds of her footsteps being the only sound audible, at least to the human ear.
Rounding another corner, the quiet that had seemed to be the norm was shattered by the sound of more blaster fire. Taking cover behind the wall that she had just passed, Anarra charged her blaster pistol, and taking a deep breath, she rolled across the hall, firing off a volley of shots as she went. From the sound of at least two men shouting out in pain, she knew that she had hit them.
“Hold your fire!” Someone said, probably the ‘commander’ of this rag-tag band of security. “Listen, come out with your hands up, and we can talk this over lik-“ The man never had the chance to finish his sentence. As a black round object flew down the corridor, the remainder of the men ducked behind anything in sight as the concussion grenade exploded with a mixture of light and sound.
“I prefer action over hearing some-one babble.” Anarra said to herself, slowly moving out of cover while firing a few shots over the troopers’ heads to make sure they stayed down. As her walk quickened to a run, she fired a few more shots as she opened the door that had been her target.
The room was dark, and as she took a few steps, she could hear the sound of her boots echoing through the room. Firing a shot into the ceiling, the quick glow that flashed across the room was enough to show her that she had stepped into some kind of disabled holo-lift. Guessing where the controls were, Anarra fired a few blaster bolts into it, with the door sealing as its controls went up in a barrage of smoke. That should stop them for a little while
Holstering her blaster, she jumped up, managing to grab the top of the lift. Pushing up on the loose part of the ceiling, she pulled herself up onto the top of the lift, and stared up towards an open crack of light. Obviously the entire ship had been alerted to what had gone on inside the hanger, which would she knew would play out to her advantage.
As she climbed up the wall, clinging to any loose pieces of steel that had come undone from the wall, she could hear voices down below, accompanied by the sound of the holo-lift’s door being bashed down. They were close, and she realized that while she was up here, it would be like shooting a fish in a barrel for the Republic troops. Pushing herself, she finally felt the door pass beneath the palm of her hand, and as she gripped the door, she pushed it open with a grunt. Light poured into the shaft, and that was when the shooting started again.
“She’s heading up to the bridge, repeat all units to the bridge!” The voice said as it echoed up through the shaft, and into the hallway. Dropping a fragmentation grenade down to the lift, Anarra ignited her lightsaber, and pressed on towards the bridge.
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With the stars continuing to stretch into nothing more than white lines, Revan turned towards Bastila, who had her eyes closed in silent meditation. All this running was beginning to take its toll on her, he could sense it through their bond. Silently getting up, he walked over to her, and wrapped his arms around her chest, and laid his head gently on her shoulder. She leaned her head onto his in response, and they simply sat there in silence.
“What do you think the baby would think of all of this?” Bastila finally said, ending the silence that had infected the entire room. “Of us running from the thing that brought us together?”
“You mean fate? Bastila, the Jedi had nothing to do with bringing us together.” Revan replied, turning Bastila’s chair around so he could look her in the eyes. “It was the Force, nothing else.”
“You mean that, don’t you? Do you…do you think that even if everything hadn’t happened, that we would still be together?”
“I don’t deal in what-ifs.” The same silence that had existed moments earlier came again, although this time it had nothing to do with either of them speaking. As they continued looking each other in the eyes, Revan slowly leaned down and planted his lips upon Bastila’s. Behind them, the stars continued to stretch on, their journey still not complete.

i think Rift is the best you made so far keep it going emp, keep it going

cant wait till the next chapter its just geting better and better i wonder what will annara do when she finds revan and bastila

And here's a treat for ya. A trailer for the story, made by me, windows live movie maker, and an hours worth of time.




Just right click it, hit open in new tab, and enjoy!

nicely maaade if you would have a crew and a budged and post this on youtube you would get fans that will just beg you to make a movie

Ok, some news on Rift and the other stories.

Ok, Chapter 8 is still being written, and it's coming along

Ghosts of Korriban is gonna be put on hold, but then again, it's a side project so, expect that.

My TOR story is still in the planning stages, so don't expect it until maybe mid May-June.

kk

Alrighty, here we are. Chapter 8 is done! This is where the title of "Rift" starts coming into effect.
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Chapter 8

As the Ebon Hawk landed softly on Rhen Var’s snowy surface, all was quiet. Too quiet. The entire planet seemed to be a ghost, even more so than Malachor had been. Something had happened here, not too long ago. Something that someone had wanted to remain buried.
“Looks like we stepped out of one desolate place, and into another.” Revan said sarcastically, flicking the ship’s engines to stand-by mode. The sound of the hot engines shutting down, and automatically feeling the temperature change echoed through the hull. “Bas, you look tired, maybe you should go lay down for a while.”
“I’m fine, Revan. Really.” Bastila responded, adding a tint of her own sarcasm to her reply. By the way Revan looked back at her, she could tell that he wasn’t buying it. With a sigh, she unhooked the belt that lay across her lap, and took a few steps towards the hallway.
“Jeez, it seems that Kinrath Pup anger still hasn’t worn off.”
“What?” She said, a mix of surprise, and shock in her voice. “I don’t think I caught you right.”
“Just making a remark on how you look like a kinrath pup when you’re angry.” He replied with a smile on his face. She locked eyes with him for a few moments, before turning away and headed towards the bedroom.
“Nerf herder.”
“I HEARD THAT!” She smiled, hearing his voice echo down the hallway after her. Fiddling with the ring on her finger, she slowly laid her head down on the pillow, and closing her eyes, slipped into a dream.

The room was brightly lit as she walked down the aisle, with the windows near the roof opened on both sides. Ahead of her, Revan sat waiting at the altar, his usual attire of Mandalorian armor replaced by a fitting brown Jedi robe. He smiled as her saw her approach, and extended his hand as she reached where he and Master Vandar were standing.
“Greetings” Vandar said, addressing both Revan and Bastila, along with the others that stood inside the hall. “We have gathered here today to bond these two Jedi Knights in spirit, as well as marriage.”
“You guys already had a head start on the bonded thing!” Mission shouted out sarcastically, smiling as she said it. Both Revan and Bastila chuckled at the comment, before turning back to Master Vandar.
“The two that stand before me have seen many challenges over the past year, as I’m sure you’re all well aware of. They both have withstood the temptations of the dark side, and have proven themselves to be true Jedi. I am proud to call them Jedi Knights.” He continued, the entire hall going into complete silence. “They have overcome the broken remains of what once was Darth Revan, and in turn, they have saved the galaxy.”
“Revan, will you join hands with Bastila?”
“It would be my pleasure.” He took her hands into his, and as both of them stared deeply into each other’s eyes, Vandar continued with the ceremony.
“Revan, do you agree to join with Bastila Shan, in both physical and spiritual matrimony?”
“I do.”
“Bastila, do you also agree with join with Revan, in both physical and spiritual matrimony?”
“I do.”
“Then by the power invested in me by the Jedi Council, I pronounce you to be husband and wife, partners in both the literal and figurative sense.” He paused.
“And…?”
“You may kiss the bride.”
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Blasting the door’s controls, Anarra emerged from the smoke into a densely populated room. A few security forces moved towards her, but she quickly dispatched them with both her blaster and her saber, earning her a few gasps from the crowd that occupied the room. Most looked like high-ranking officers, lightly armed except for a few blasters here and there. Child’s play.
“Alrighty, I want each and every one of you on the ground. Now.” She said, moving her blaster around the room as an example. Most of them were smart and listened, but one or two remained standing, demanding an explanation for this. A few casual shots into the ceiling were all that it took to confidence them to shut up and listen.
“Now that all I have is your undivided attention, maybe we can get somewhere.” She continued, deactivating her lightsaber and hooking it to her belt. “I want to know who has the codes for the tractor beam, and I want those codes now.” The room grew quite, the kind of quite that could shatter anyone’s confidence. Sighing, Anarra grabbed one of the officers from the floor, and pulling the female to her feet, Anarra shoved her pistol into the officer’s temple.
“Ok, let’s start again. I want those codes, and if someone doesn’t hand them over, I’m going to have to do something I really don’t want to do.” Almost every single set of eyes lit up in the room, with their pupils being filled with shock and fear. The woman that Anarra was holding was hardly breathing, and to be honest, Anarra couldn’t blame her. She had felt the same way when the Mandalorians had captured her.
“Fine! Just let her go!” One of the officers, the one that looked most like the commanding officer, took a step towards her.
“Uh-Uh, that’s not how it works, you give me the codes, and then I let her go.” Anarra responded, shoving the pistol deeper into the woman’s temple. “Anything else, and she dies.” That silence returned, with the only sounds traveling through the air inside the bridge being the frequent beeping of the consoles.
“It’s 23-56-98-164!”
“There, now that wasn’t that hard, was it?” Anarra shoved the female officer into the man before her, and backing away towards the door, she fired a few shots into a distant console. “Pleasure doing business with you fine people.” Slamming a fist into the door controls, she gave the room one last glance, and then took off towards the lifts.

Turning towards the second-in-command, the captain looked around the room, feeling the eyes pouring into his back.
“Captain, you realize that the code you gave not only was the tractor beams’, but also the key code to the tracking device that was planted on the Ebon Hawk?”
“What?!” He responded, turning around at the communication array’s sudden outburst of an incoming message.
“It was an unfortunate similarity. Apparently the Jedi use the same numbering system as we do, and as a result, you just gave that women both the codes to the tractor beams, and the tracking system. The room fell silent as the rest of officers waited for their commander’s response
“Sithspit.”
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“Well, check it again T3, no-telling what could go wrong.” Revan said, grabbing a hydro-spanner that had been lying at his side. He heard the droid response, and then the sound of the droid’s wheels spinning on the metal floor of the Hawk.
Over the past year, he had made many adjustments to the Hawk, and in turn, she had never let them down. Bastila had joked at times that he was actually married to the ship, not her. Running the back of his palm against his eyes, he felt a few drops of sweat fall down into his face. Tightening down the hatch that he had been working on, Revan pulled himself up. As he felt the cool air hit his face, he opened his eyes, and found himself looking an incoming message on the comlink.
“Oh, this should be grand.” He said, pulling the rest of his body up onto the Hawk’s floor. Putting the call onto full screen, he found himself looking at the form of Carth Onasi.
“Revan, I figured I’d be able to reach you through this channel. You never did bother to change the code.”
“Trust me Carth, there’s nothing I want more than to hang up on you.” Revan replied, his arm already instinctively reaching for the end transmission button, and yet, for some-reason, he didn’t slam his fist into the button. Sighing, he turned back to the hologram of Carth.
“What do you want, Carth? If you’re expecting us to just turn ourselves in, you’ve lost it.”
“Wouldn’t think of it.” Carth replied, chuckling a little bit. “I simply want to hear your side of what happened.”
“And the Republic military just authorized this?”
“That’s the thing about having a private channel. They can’t track it.” Carth said with a grin. “One of the perks of being promoted into command.”
“Alright. Fair enough.” Revan replied, crossing his arms in front of him. “Here’s what happened, from our point of view. The Council called both myself and Bastila to Coruscant, saying that there was some kind of urgent business. As soon as we arrived, everything seemed fine, and then once we met with the Council, they claimed that I was behind the recent murders of fellow Jedi. They tried to apprehend us, and we escaped. And now here we are.” Carth was silent, his arm cupped under his chin as he tried to think.
“That seems more reasonable than what the Council told us.” He finally said, his hand falling back to his side. “They simply told us that you and Bastila had gone rogue, after being corrupted by the Dark Side or something similar.”
“Well, considering the previous story they told that involved us, I’m surprised that they hadn’t come up with a better one.” Revan responded, running a hand along the edge of his eye. How long had it been since he had slept? “What do you propose we do?”
“Turn yourselves into my fleet. The Jedi wouldn’t think of coming against me, which in turn would involve the Republic military. Trust me, no matter how powerful the Jedi are, they wouldn’t dream of turning against the Republic.”
“Turning ourselves into anyone isn’t an option, Carth. We need to figure out who’s really behind these murders.”
“And how does Bastila feel about this?”
“She feels the same as me.”
“You’re sure?” Carth seemed relatively unconvinced by Revan’s statement, and it showed in his tone of voice.
“Why wouldn’t I be sure? We’re bonded, remember?”
“Revan, you realize she’s pregnant. You really shouldn’t be putting her through this.”
“You don’t think I know that?!” Revan replied, his tone rapidly becoming flooded with anger. He tried to calm himself, but the techniques that he had learned over the past year weren’t working.
“Revan, if you turn yourselves into me, I promise that I won’t turn you over to the Jedi. You have my word as a friend.”
“I…I need time to think, Carth. Call again tomorrow, at a different time though. You still have the Hawk’s transponder codes, so you know where to reach us.”
“Alright. Take care you guys, and remember, you’re always safe within the military if I’m around.”
“I’ll remember that.” And with that Revan hit the disconnect button, and the entire room fell back into its usual tint of color. All was silent, except for the sound of Bastila breathing in the next room. For once in Revan’s life, he didn’t know what he was going to do.

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH FIIINALLLYYY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Here ya go! We're getting closer to the prize at the end of the rope people!
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Chapter 9

The snow was piling quickly on top of the Ebon Hawk, and despite T3’s best efforts, they still hadn’t found a way to completely defrost the ship. The only part that seemed to remain snowless were the engines, which continued to hum as they remained in stand-by mode. The sound of heavy winds hitting upon the outside of the ship echoed throughout every single inch of the Hawk.
As the landing ramp extended down and landed in the snow, the blizzard that had surrounded the ship for hours still showed no signs of dying down. The wind was cold and bitter, and as the two Jedi slowly walked down the ramp, the wind rapidly blew around their faces.
“Well, lovely weather, isn’t it?” Bastila said, pulling the hood of her parka a little closer around her ears.
“Still, it’s better than Tatooine was.” Revan replied, stepping into the snow. It was deeper than it seemed, and the white flurries quickly engulfed his leg. Extending his hand out to Bastila, he helped her down onto the ground. The snow itself came up to her waist, and looking down at it, she gave a look of contempt for the slight chill that followed.
“Alright, the temple that we picked up on the scanners should be up ahead. All we’ve got to do is find our way up there.”
“Easier said than done.”
“Alright Ms. Sarcastic, I get the point.” Revan replied, rolling his eyes in the process. Beside him, Bastila chuckled slightly as the both of them fought their way through the snow. The blizzard was rapidly beginning to kick back up again, and as such, the two of them found themselves fighting to see where they were going.
I swear, she was never this…humorous...before. He silently thought to himself as they continued to drudge their way through the snow. The snow was rapidly thinning out the higher they went up, which helped their ascent greatly. Ahead of them, the temple that the Hawk’s scanners had picked up loomed like some great beast, waiting for its prey to arrive. Still, the aura of the Dark Side held no sway over the place, and the only feeling that surrounded it was the feeling of peace.

As Bastila stepped into the cave, she found it difficult to see anything due to her adjusting eyes. The blizzard outside had been nothing but an impenetrable storm of white, with it drowning out any other color. Now, inside the cave, the only color that seemed to be visible was black.
“What is this place?” She asked, sitting herself down on a nearby stone.
“Damned if I know.” Revan replied, pulling out a holo-lantern that he had stuffed into his pack. Turning it on, the cave was instantly filled with bright light. Looking around themselves, Revan and Bastila found the entire cave to be filled with the frozen remains of what looked like lightsaber crystals. Many still held their familiar glow, and shined through the ice with a brilliant combination of light and color.
“Lightsaber crystals?” Revan asked, taking out his lightsaber and moving to cut a small hole through the ice to reach them.
“Is these are here, could the Temple have been an enclave at one point?” Bastila responded, slowly getting back onto her feet.
“It was all that and more.” The voice rang out through the cave, sounding somewhat disembodied and haunting. Turning around, Revan ignited his lightsaber, its blue blade casting shadows within the thin light of the cave.
“What?” Bastila asked, his own hand floating down to her belt. Neither of them felt any threat, but still, they remained ever vigilant.
“The cave that surrounds you was once the site of a Jedi Temple. The crystals guided many padawans through the years onto their pathways through the Force.” The voice replied, this time sounding much clearer than it had in its original statement. In the deeper part of the cave, a small ball of light appeared, slowly beginning to take the shape of a human. With its transformation complete, it walked wearily towards Revan and Bastila.
“Who are you?” Revan asked, disengaging his lightsaber, but letting it remain in his hand.
“I once had a name. Ulic Qel-Droma, a servant of both the Light and Dark sides of the Force.”
“What do you mean ‘both sides’?” Bastila inquired, gripping Revan’s hand in the cold air of the cave.
“I was raised within the ranks of the Jedi, and then in my foolish young pride, I fell. I fell so far that in time, I was unrecognizable as the man I once was.”
“So you’re a Sith?”
“No. I have no title. I am simply a follower of the Force, allowing myself to bend to its will.”
“That still doesn’t answer the question.”
“No, in the mortal sense, I suppose it doesn’t.” The spirit responded, stopping a few feet in front of the two Jedi. “In my foolish attempt to harness the Dark Side, I slew my own brother, Cay. Nomi Sunrider, in turn, cut off my connection to the Force. For years, I wandered the galaxy, seeking only to disappear. In my attempt, I came to this Temple, intending to end my days here, alone and full of regret.”
“It was then that I received a visitor. Vima, Nomi’s only child, came to me, wishing to learn the ways of the Force. I refused, but after she foolishly ventured out into a blizzard, I found myself accepting her offer to learn from me.”
“Nomi soon came looking for the child, with another Jedi in tow. She found us, and demanded that Vima return with her. Her daughter refused, and proceeded to show her mother just exactly what I had taught her. Nomi was impressed. However, the shipping captain who had shuttled Nomi to this planet felt the need to be remembered in glory. He pulled a blaster, and I was slain. In my last moments, I realized that the Force truly hadn't abandoned me, and I went knowing that after all I had done, redemption was not fully out of my reach.”************************************************
The cell was cold and dark, with the only light in the room originating from the guard’s holo-lantern. Pulling her legs up in front of her chest, Anarra tried to shake off the remnants of the truth serum running through her veins. Shivering, she felt a steady stream of goose bumps run rapidly down her back as she remembered how cold the Mandalorian’s hands had felt on her neck.
With the Force collar around her neck, she couldn’t reach out and touch the other beings in this prison, but if the atmosphere was any indication, she was glad that she couldn’t. The air itself reeked of death and fear. What the Mandalorians were doing here was inhuman….if they were even human to begin with.
Groaning, Anarra leaned back against the wall, with her skin feeling alien against the frozen metal of the cell. Both of her arms stung with the slight burns of where the needles had been inserted into her arms, and she avoided moving them if at all possible. Being in that room already hurt enough.
Closing her eyes, she tried to empty her mind of all thoughts.
Someday this war would be over, and either way, she would find peace.

Opening her eyes, Anarra’s dream slipped away from her eyes. With the ship’s console spread out in front of her, she sleepily disengaged the autopilot. The lights in the cabin automatically flipped on without a sound, and as her eyes quickly adjusted to the bright lights, Anarra moved herself over to the ship’s galaxy map. As she eyed the map, she remembered exactly why she had started out on this journey. Revan.
He’s out there somewhere. She thought to herself, as the map’s list of planets slowly scrolled by on the screen. Both he and Bastila would obviously avoid the Core worlds, only fools would go there while on the run. And with the way the Republic was trying to keep this quiet, it was only a matter of time before bounty hunters got their slice of information on the whole thing. And then, no planet in the Outer Rim would be safe.
Still, knowing his luck, Revan would be able to find some way out of trouble. That had always been his gift, even during their time as padawans. No matter what the situation, if there was a way, Revan was quick to find it. And yet, that skill had failed to help him find her. Closing her eyes, Anarra tried desperately to push the memories away.
With her eyes closed, she subconsciously reached out, intending on trying to find some comfort from the painful memories that had begun another onslaught against her. And that was when it caught her. A simple flash, an oh-so-familiar feeling. They were close, closer than Anarra would have thought possible.
Opening her eyes, she found her finger hovering over the name of one planet’s data. Selecting the data, she flashed her eyes over it, and as she read the planetary data, she found herself smiling.
Revan. It’s been far too long.

Emp wrote:“No. I have no title. I am simply a follower of the Force, allowing myself to bend to its will.”

its kinda like me sometimes in kotor, i sometimes dont choose a good or darkside, i do what i wish.

Good story emp, keep it going

Looking good as aways.

does that mean,that annara will find revan,at the next chapter?

Alex wrote: does that mean,that annara will find revan,at the next chapter?

All in good time

Man, got another chapter done already. I feel really good about myself right now
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Chapter 10

“I’d heard that Vima had come to Rhen Var once, but I assumed it was only for personal reasons.” Bastila said, continuing to look up at the ceiling of the abandoned enclave. Both she and Revan had been able to find bedding within the old walls, and now as they rested inside the relatively warm room, the sere quietness of the place was just a little haunting. “Still, this sheds everything into a new light.”
“Indeed. Still, something is bothering you.” Revan replied, his body close to Bastila’s.
“It’s this entire…situation. What exactly would happen if the Council managed to find us?” She finally said after a long period of silence. Turning her head, Bastila gazed deeply into Revan’s eyes.
“After what they did to me, we can’t be sure of anything they’re capable of.”
“You have something else on your mind?” This time it was Bastila who asked the question, with no form of sarcasm or happiness behind it. As Revan laid there in the silence, Bastila swore that she could feel her blood beginning to turn to ice.
“Revan, tell me. There’s nothing you have to hide from me.”
“You’re not going to like this.” He replied, looking back into her eyes. “Carth contacted me last night with the Hawk’s comsystem. He offered us a deal.”
“Which was?”
“If we surrender, he says he can guarantee us safety. He says the Republic military would support him, and that the Jedi wouldn’t go against the Republic.”
“So basically, he offered us a deal where we surrender to him, and then we become his private prisoners?” Bastila replied, moving her hand to move a few stray strands of hair out of Revan’s face. “No thanks.”
“I didn’t tell him yes.”
“But you didn’t tell him no, did you?”
“I’m considering it, if only for your safety. I could care less what happens to me.” He replied, throwing the blanket off of his body and walking over to one of the remaining windows. Behind him, Bastila wrapped the sheets around her robe, and looked towards where Revan was standing.
“Don’t go back to that.” She finally said, walking up to him and looking into his tired eyes. “I’m not some doll. I won’t break if I’m touched.”
“Bas, you’re pregnant. You shouldn’t be going through all of this!” Was his reply, feeling Bastila’s reaction almost immediately through their bond.
“In case you hadn’t noticed, we’ve been perfectly fine up to this point.” Her voice was beginning to flood full of disbelief and frustration.
“No thanks to me!”
“SHUT UP!” She screamed, the volume of her own voice ringing throughout the room. “YOU ARE NOT THE KRIFFING ISSUE HERE! IT’S YOUR FEELINGS ON HOW ‘BAD’ YOU’RE HANDLING EVERTHING!”
“Bas, just calm down!” Revan said, his voice seeming to be just a little afraid.
“DON’T YOU DARE TELL ME TO CALM DOWN, YOU…YOU SPINLESS HUTT SLIME!” Bastila screamed, stopping to catch her breath.
“Spineless Hutt slime?” Revan said, barely managing to hold back a laugh. Looking back at him, Bastila glared as if that single look could kill him.
“Don’t change the subject, we’re talking about you here, not me.”
“Alright.”
“I meant what I said. I’m tired of all this ‘poor me, poor me’ attitude you give all the kriffing time anymore.”
“You don’t get it Bastila.” Revan said, moving his hands up on Bastila’s shoulders. “You don’t get how much it hurts me to even think about you getting hurt. How the nightmares at night make me want to slaughter every threat out there, just to keep you safe.”
“I think I do.” She replied, his hands gripping Revan’s wrists. “When I think of how much I nearly lost you, how I nearly killed you on the Star Forge, I want to rewind time just to change everything. And yet, I know that if I did, things wouldn’t be the same as they are now.”
“No, they wouldn’t.”
“When I look back on it now, it seems like a dream. It couldn’t have happened.”
“And yet, it did, and here we are.” Things were silent between them for some time, as both of them continued to stare into each other’s eyes.
“I love you Revan, with all my heart.”
“And I love you Bastila.” Revan replied, leaning in close to kiss her. “Although I’m far better looking than Hutt slime.”
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Hyperspace seemed to drift on forever, even when the pilot wasn’t in a hurry. Still, as she completed another lap around the cockpit, Anarra still found herself unable to focus on anything. Something was blocking her, despite using every single Force technique she could remember.
Sighing, she settled down into the pilot seat, and closed her eyes. Even if she couldn’t concentrate, she could at least get some rest before she reached Rhen Var.

The ground beneath her felt cold, evil even. Another reminder of how far she was from Dantooine. Tears were silently streaming down her face now, although she was trying to make it as silent as possible. If anything, she would deny the Mandalorians the pleasure of watching her break down.
In the back of her mind, she could hear the voices trying to talk to her again, trying to tell her evil things. Things that were of the Dark Side. She had worked so hard to ignore them, and yet they continued to come back. They remained on the edges of her mind, continuing their whispering.
She rubbed her hands up and down her arms, feeling the entrance points from the needles. Her hands had no warmth to them, a side-effect of the drugs no less. She could feel them kicking in, and as small trickles of pain cycled up and down her arms and legs, she could hear the guard’s boots beginning their normal marches up and down the hallway.
All around her, the walls closed in a little tighter.

She wasn’t even fully awake when they dragged her out of her cell. Opening her eyes slowly, Anarra could feel the hard steel floor beneath her knees. Twisting her head up, she found a few familiar faces within other cells. Some looked up at her, others made no movement at all.
“Kill them, kill all of the animals. You know what you can do.” The whispers were starting again, this time they seemed to be louder than ever. No longer were they on the bare edges of her mind, they were actually inside of her brain.
“No, that’s the Dark Side. It’s not….right.”
“So, you would rather spend another session with him? Letting him torture us?” The voices sounded eerily similar to hers, and that simple fact sent shivers down her spine.
“No. But Revan and the others….”
“Should have been here by now. They will not come.” She and the guards were almost at the end of the cellblock now, and she could see the heavy metal doors that led to the labs.
“Kill them. Kill them. Kill them. Kill them.” The voices were chanting, repeating the order over and over again, drowning out every other thought and sound. “KILL THEM.”
“Let me go.” She said calmly, her voice sounding different than the weaker variant that it had been hours earlier. Both of the guards stopped, each of them looking down at her with emotionless eyes behind their battered masks.
“What did you say?”
“Let. Me. Go.” She repeated, her voice rapidly gaining strength.
“Fine. My pleasure.” One of them said, as both he and his partner dropped her onto the ground. Her entire body slammed into the steel floor, sending racks of pain through her entire body. She couldn’t feel it though, and concentrated only on the strength that was returning to her body. The Force collar had been removed from her neck, and the familiar sense of the Force filled Anarra’s mind.
“There, you happy?” The guard continued, laughing. “She must really love the ground, huh Tigi?” Their mindless banter echoed down the hallway, bouncing off every single wall. Inside her head, the voices’ chanting was nearly overwhelming now.
“KILL THEM!”
“Fine.” She said aloud, slowly pulling herself off the ground. Her eyes were completely hidden beneath her long and dirty brown hair. Looking down at her, the two guards made movements to pull the blaster pistols that they had holstered on their belts.
“Alright Jedi, I want your hands where I can see ‘em. Do as we say, and we’ll consider not gunning you down.” Looking back at them, Anarra began to laugh, the mere sound of it sending chills down the Mandalorians’ spines. Raising her head, Anarra’s eyes glowed in the dim lighting of the cellblock.
“Fools. You honestly think I’m afraid of you?” She said, raising her hand as lightning began to circle around it. “Trust me, I’m going to enjoy this.”
As the lightning exploded onto the two guards, Anarra slowly walked towards them, using the Force to rip the blasters from their hands. Smoke was rapidly rising into the air, and the smell of burning flesh filled the entire hall.
“You must really love the ground.” She mocked, raising her hands and unleashing another blast of lightning onto the guards. As her hair fell back into her face, Anarra’s yellow eyes glowed in the darkness.

well thats mean from annara.

but still that...evilness reminds me of some1.

hmmmmmmm maybe...

Alex wrote:well thats mean from annara.

Come on, the Mandalorians tortured her for weeks, basically until the Dark Side drove her practically insane. How could what she did be mean?

The Emperor's Hand wrote: Come on, the Mandalorians tortured her for weeks, basically until the Dark Side drove her practically insane. How could what she did be mean?

look,its just buisnes,nothing personal.

Chapter 11
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Snapping her eyes open, Anarra could still see the look of fear in the guard’s eyes, that simple human instinct. She had enjoyed killing him, enjoyed watching his corpse burn. She had felt a sense of fun in escaping from that prison, and even now, that thought scared her. It scared her how many she had killed.
“I’ve never liked it, but it always seems necessary.” She said aloud, only to herself. At her side, her lightsaber and blaster laid silent on the control board. A constant reminder of who she was. Rubbing her hands over her eyes, Anarra could almost see the faces passing in front of her yet again. A few voices reached her ears, and in an instant, she had the blaster in her hand.
“Alright, I’ve had enough already, so show yourself, and I’ll kill you quickly.” She said aloud, listening intently as the sound of her own voice bounced off of the walls. Quickly scanning the room, Anarra slowly pushed herself out of the chair and onto her feet. All had grown silent within the cabin except for the whispers that were just barely managing to stay outside of completely audible sound.
“I’m not joking. Trust me on that.” Anarra said again, flicking the safety off on her blaster. In the rear corner of the cabin, a small ball of light began to grow brighter and brighter. Flashing her eyes onto it, Anarra slowly began to step towards it, her blaster raised in front of her.
“You must think I’m fracking kidding you. Now, come out, whatever the hell you are!” Almost on cue, the small ball of light began to take shape, and as she back up a few steps, Anarra could almost see a human form.
“Hello Anarra.” The figure said, its voice striking a chord within her brain.
“Mother?” She replied, her voice full of disbelief as she lowered her blaster. “This is some kind of trick. You…you died during the Wars.” The spirit chuckled.
“Ah, you still have so much to learn Ana. The Force can easily sustain anyone’s spirit, with the proper training of course.”
“Something else you neglected to teach me.” Anarra replied, walking back to her chair and tossing the blaster back on-top of the panel. Following her daughter, the spirit frowned.
“To be so young and full of hate.” She said, looking down at Anarra with pitying eyes. “It hurts me to see you this way.”
“It’s what happens when you go through a war, lose a mother you never knew existed, are tortured by Mandalorian animals, are betrayed by friends you think you had, and to top it all off, no-one remembers that you exist.” Anarra replied, her words dosed with fire. Her eyes stared past her mother into the darkness of space while her right hand began to shake slightly.
“And yet, you’re still here.”
“And utterly alone, mother.” Anarra spat back, turning her gaze onto the spirit. “Or should I call you something else? Master? Jedi? Sabathia?”
“Anarra—“
“Cause it seems to me like you didn’t really care to inform me that I was your daughter, until I was knee-deep in fighting a war. Doesn’t seem like love was your strong point does it?!”
“I wanted to tell you, but the Council…”
“The Council, that seems to be everyone’s excuse. The Council forbids this, and the Council forbade that. To bloody hell with the Council!” Standing up from the chair, Anarra began to walk towards the door that led to the other parts of the ship. Sighing, Sabathia closed her eyes. As Anarra began to key in the access code, she felt her body run cold, and her entire body fell motionless.
“Damn it, let me go!” She said, trying to fight whatever Sabathia had done to her. Turning her head with a struggle, she found her mother moving to stand in front of her.
“I can wait Anarra. Really, I’ve got all the time in the galaxy.” Looking into Sabathia’s eyes, Anarra sighed as she closed her own eyes.
“Fine. I’m listening.”
“You think you’re lost, that all that remains inside of you is the Dark. You’re lying to yourself. The Light still exists inside of you, you’ve only forgotten it. Tried to bury it.”
“That Anarra doesn’t exist anymore. She…”
“If you say ‘died’, Force help me but I’m going to freeze your mouth shut too.” Taking the cue, Anarra fell silent.
“If you kill Revan and his bride, what measure of peace will it bring you? Will it make you happy?”
“I---maybe.”
“It won’t, I can at least sense that in your mind.”
“You really think you can talk me out of this, can’t you? You know, I lived almost my whole life without a mother, and I’m pretty sure I don’t need one now.” Anarra answered. In front of her, Sabathia frowned at her.
“Anarra, you know you won’t do it. You might not realize it now, but you will in time.” Sabathia replied, taking a step away from her daughter. “I have to return now. Goodbye, Anarra, may the Force be with you.” As the spirit faded, Anarra could feel warmth returning to her body. Taking a step forward, she collapsed, and let the tears flow down her cheeks.
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The halls of the Star Forge remained utterly silent, offset by the continuing pile of bodies that filled the station. Giving the room one more glance, Revan stepped into the elevator. As the doors shut in front of him and the elevator automatically began its assent towards the upper levels, he let out a long breath.
She was here, somewhere in this fortress. He could sense her; the feeling the bond was slowly growing stronger and stronger by the minute, as it usually did when they were close to each other.
Malak was going to pay for what he did to her. The entire galaxy could burn for all he cared, all that mattered was smashing Malak’s skull into the floor of the station.
And finding her. And bringing her back.
The elevator began to grind to a halt as it reached the end of its journey. As the doors began to quickly unlock and open, Revan took a step forward. There was another door in front of him, and extending his hand, the switch to the door disengaged the lock. It opened quickly, and revealed her sitting peacefully inside the room.
“Bastila?”
“Revan.” She said, getting up onto her feet. Her voice still contained the Dark tone that it had on top of the Temple. It was disturbing, the voice of darkness. “I knew you would come back for me. You love me too much, that much I know.
“Bastila, It’s not too late, come back. Together we can defeat Malak, like we set out to do!”
“And become pawns of the Jedi Council again? Seems foolish to me.”
“What about Jolee? Remember what he did, resigning from the Order? We can do the same!” Revan replied, taking a step towards her as she continued to stare at him. “We…we can be happy.”
“Happy?” She voiced the word as if it was a completely foreign concept. “And just exactly how would that work?”
“Simple. Just come back to the Light, we can defeat Malak, and then we can leave. Fake our deaths, hide away, I don’t care how. All I want is you."
“You…you really mean that don’t you?”
“Bastila, I loved you since the minute I saw you on Taris.” He said, traversing over the space between them. “When Malak captured you, I wanted to go back.”
“But…”
“Don’t say anything, just come back to me.”
“How touching.” A mechanical voice said to their right. Turning his head, Revan met his eyes with Malak’s emotionless ones.
“Malak, ready to die?” Revan yelled out, and was met with a stem of laughter from his former apprentice.
“Ah, you were always the bold one, Revan. And yet, here you are, a man of broken memories and empty threats.”
“You want empty threats? I’ll give you one.” Revan replied, igniting his lightsaber and breaking into a run towards Malak. As he raised his saber above his head, he saw Malak throw his own weapon towards Bastila. Stopping dead in his track, Revan looked back to see Bastila collapsing onto the floor with the hilt of Malak’s saber protruding from her chest.
“You’ve lost, Revan.”
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Slamming his eyes open, Revan could feel the sweat rolling off of him despite the chill in the air. Jerking his head to the right, he felt his heart begin to slow from its frantic pace as he saw Bastila calmly asleep beside him. Leaning back down onto his pillow, Revan sighed as he rubbed his eyes.
He could still see the exact events of the dream passing before his eyes. It wasn’t right, and yet, it felt so real. Closing his eyes, he tried to clear his mind of the images. Through the bond, he felt Bastila’s presence, along with their unborn child, still a few months away from being born.
“Revan.” His name shot through his mind, the voice itself sounding unfamiliar. For a brief flicker of a moment, he felt another person on the other end of the words, a female. It was coming from a great distance, from hyperspace most likely.
“Damn it.” He said aloud, getting onto his feet. Beside him, Bastila stirred in her deep sleep.
“Revan? What is it?” She asked groggily, covering her eyes as the lights in the room turned on.
“Bastila, we have to go. Now.” Revan replied, slipping on his boots. Pushing herself up into a sitting position, Bastila ran a hand through her messy brown hair.
“Any particular reason why?” Walking over to her, Revan knelt down onto his knees.
“Something’s coming, I felt it. It’s…linked to me somehow.”
“And you know this how?”
“It called out my name.”
“I think you’re right. We’d better get going.”

Inside the Ebon Hawk, it was bitterly cold. Although the engines remained on stand-by mode, they provided little heat outside of the engine room. As the loading ramp lowered, and the two Jedi entered, the first thing Bastila noticed was how eerily quiet the entire ship was.
“T3?” Bastila shouted out as she and Revan began their way towards the cockpit. As the droid wheeled its way around the corner, it beeped out a greeting.
“T3, get the engines running. We’re getting out of here at the earliest possible chance.” Revan said, responding to the droids greeting. T3 gave an affirmative sound, and quickly rolled off towards the cockpit.
“Revan?” Bastila asked as she followed Revan into the communication array. “What are you doing?”
“I think we might need some reinforcements, and I know just the man.” Revan replied, punching in a communications code on the console. As the system roared to life, the small blue holo-image of Carth Onasi appeared.
“Ah, Revan, I was wondering when I would be hearing from you again.”
“No time to have a friendly chat, Carth. We need your fleet, and now.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down. I think I deserve an explanation.” Carth replied, crossing his arms across his chest.
“Damn it Onasi, what’s not to understand?! We have a Sith Lord on the way to our location, the same one that’s been murdering Jedi across the galaxy. There’s your explanation. “ Bastila shot back, the room growing silent as she finished.
“Nice to see you too, Bastila.”
“Well, Carth, if I give you the coordinates, can you send your fleet?”
“I can do it, but I’m coming with them.”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Malak is one epic dark lord... somehow, i feel that the idea of a dark lord is being passed down alot.... Malak, Vader, that other guy in SWTOR, anyways, back on topic, great story emp BRING ME MOAR!

Chapter 12

As The Foreigner exited hyperspace, the planet Rhen Var was the first site that greeted Anarra. The entire sight of the planet was enough to send a slight chill down her spine. Engaging the engines, her hands were a slight blur over the control panel.
There was no hail from planet-side, something that she had expected to happen. All the information from the navicomputer showed that there were no settlements across the entire stretch of snow and ice that had engulfed the planet decades ago. Anarra hadn’t bothered to read the rest of the history, but she remembered something about an ice age, and how it had forced the settlers of the planet to evacuate.
“The perfect place for two Jedi to hide out on.” She said to no-one but herself. The only problem that she allowed to enter her mind was finding a spot to land on the barren wasteland of a planet. Edging the ship towards the planet’s atmosphere, Anarra ignored the fact that her heart was beginning to beat faster, not in fear, but in anticipation.
Easy girl, you haven’t come all this way just to have a heart-attack. Checking the ship-to-surface scanners, she made sure to avoid the large mountain range that encircled a large empty valley. As she pulled back on the thrusters, Anarra could feel the ship beginning to slow its descent and begin to hover at a steadier pace.
“Alright, let’s just find where you are, Revan.” Flicking a switch on the scanners, the screen silently went black for a moment, but soon returned with a new image, a rapidly changing 3-D map of the surrounding area. Most of it was simply a stagnant, flat green line, but eventually, the slope of the screen began to change, morphing into a large diagram of what appeared to be some kind of a…enclave.
“Well, seems promising.” Programming the coordinates into the nearby surface map, Anarra disengaged the ship from stand-by mode into a slow pace. The snow storm that had raged as her ship had entered the atmosphere was still in full swing, forcing Anarra to rely on the map alone. Looking up through the view-screen, her mind barely had time to register the rock formation before The Foreigner clipped it, and was sent into a spiraling path towards the ground near the Enclave.
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Inside the Ebon Hawk, everything was silent except for the echoing sounds of T3’s wheels on the steel deck. Outside, the storm continued to rage on, gaining strength with every passing minute. To look outside the ship was like staring into the heart of a raging hurricane. The entire scene fit Bastila’s emotions perfectly.
Her eyes were closed, her mind silently focused on trying to calm the storm that her emotions were causing inside of her. Behind her, she heard the quiet pitter patter of footsteps approaching her.
“Bastila?”
“When were you going to tell me?” She asked, not bothering to face him.
“Tell you what?” He replied, taking a step towards her. Quickly turning to face him, Bastila could feel her lift hand curling into a fist, which she quickly uncurled.
“More of your memories are returning, aren’t they?” She said, remaining where she was. “Almost all of them, even the ones you want to forget?”
“Yes.” Revan finally said, after he had remained silent. His eyes fell to the floor, refusing to even look her in the eye.
“And you didn’t think you could tell me?”
“I didn’t want to worry you.”
“Oh, shut the frack up!” Bastila replied, her voice close to shouting volume. She clutched a hand to her forehead, as she felt a small pang of pain erupt inside her brain.
“Bastila, are you—“
“We’re not talking about me, we’re talking about you.” She answered, leaning against the co-pilot’s seat. Taking a step towards her, Revan wrapped his arm around her shoulder for support. He could feel her pain through their bond. Slowly, he helped her into the co-pilot’s chair.
“Bas, are you alright?”
“N-No. I’m not.” She replied. As she closed her eyes, Revan knelt down beside her. “I feel like my head was just ripped apart.”
“Just take it easy, I’m here.”
“Revan, what I felt….it was through the Force. That pain wasn’t mine; it felt like a tilde wave just erupted.”
“So there’s something out there?” Revan said, turning his head towards T3, who had just rolled into the cockpit. “T3, run a ground check on the surrounding area. If anyone with Force powers, besides us, is on this planet, I want to know a.s.a.p.” The droid beeped an affirmative, and quickly rolled over to the Hawk’s main computer.
“Just relax; I’ll be right back, ok?” He said to Bastila, who was silently leaning her head back against the chair. He felt a simple confirmation through the bond, and with a quick kiss on her cheek, he walked over to the computer panel.
“Anything?”
Brrrp beep bi pop
“A ship? Is it airborne?” T3 replied with a simple sound, so simple that even a child would have been able to understand it.
“Crashed? Have there been any communication bursts from it?” Another simple sound.
“Alright, stay here and watch over Bastila. I’m gonna go take a look at it.”
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Anarra? She heard her name ringing out in her ears. No, this wasn’t real. She was dead, the crash had killed her.
Anarra, get up. The voice said again, this time it was much louder in her ears. There was something oozing down her cheek, and as part of it flowed onto her lips, she could taste blood. Cracking open her eyes, her surrounding were blurred.
Anarra, GET UP! Raising a hand to her head, she could feel that half of her hand was covered in the red substance as well. Moving her legs, she could feel that something was atop them, and looking down, Anarra could feel half of the control panel smashed down onto her legs.
“Da….Damn it.” She said, her voice nothing more than a whisper as it escaped from her lips. Her entire body was freezing, and she felt goosebumps flow down her spine as a gust of wind flowed over part of her arm where her shirt was ripped. It too was covered in blood.
Her blaster was still in its holster, and from what she could tell, her lightsaber was still clipped to her belt.
Anarra, you’ll die if you don’t get up. It’s freezing, and you’re bleeding. She could recognize the voice now; it was her mother, communicating with her through the Force again.
“Go away.” She said, closing her eyes as she continued to shiver in the cold wind.
Anarra, GET THE HELL UP! Sabathia screamed at her, causing Anarra’s eyes to snap open.
“If I do, will you just leave me alone?” She managed to say weakly. She could feel her heart beat beginning to slow down inside her chest, and her entire body was beginning to grow cold.
Yes. Sabathia responded with, after there had been a short period of silence between them. Struggling to move her legs out from underneath the mangled wreck of the control panel, Anarra exhaled heavily as she closed her eyes in silent meditation. Channeling the Force through her bruised body, she slowly began to push the panel off of her legs just long enough to remove her right leg from its prison. Exhaling, the panel dropped down with a mild scratching of metal. Her eyes still shut; Anarra could feel her teeth pushing down on each other as she continued to channel the Force through her arms. As the panel began to lift up just enough for her to manage to free her other leg, she heard an echoing voice through the remnants of the ship.
“Hello? Is there anyone in there?” She instantly recognized the voice, and as she freed her leg, she withdrew her blaster from its holster. Flicking the safety off, she aimed the gun towards the door.
Come on, just open the door. Just long enough for me to blast a hole in your face. She could hear Revan’s footsteps echoing on the steel floor, and they were growing closer every second. Pulling herself behind the broken remnants of the pilot’s chair, Anarra steadied her arm against the backboard of the object, and closed her left eye as she peered down the gun’s sight.

“Hello?” Revan called out again, being met only with the sound of his echoing footsteps inside the ship. The dusk air was growing colder and colder by the minute, and he knew that if anyone was inside this wreck, they wouldn’t survive long unless he managed to get them back to the Ebon Hawk. T3 hadn’t reported anything new on the comlink, and he couldn’t feel any disturbance in the Force.
Come on, just open the door. Just long enough for me to blast a hole in your face. The thought rang out through the Force, the sound of it full of exhaustion and hatred.
“Hello? Is there anyone in here?” No response. Listening closely, he could hear the tell-tale sound of a blaster being flicked off of safety. Turning his head, he could feel someone behind the door to his immediate right, their life aura fading slowly, but still noticeably. The voice itself was the same that he had heard last night, the one that had called out to him through the Force.
“Put the blaster down, and I can help you.” He said, moving to slice into the door controls. As he did so, the sound of a few recoating blaster bolts emerged from inside the cabin.
“Back away from the door….Now.”
“Look, just let me in. I can help yo—“
“I DON’T WANT YOUR BLASTED HELP!” The woman screamed back at him, followed by another round of blaster rounds slamming into the door.
“You can’t always get what you want.” Revan replied, pulling his saber off of his belt, and igniting its dark blue blade. As he cut into the door, he could hear movement coming from the other side. At the last second, the Force ignited into a frenzy of danger, and as he went through the door, he braced himself for anything that might come at him.

She could see the lightsaber cutting through the door, and as she pushed up on the chair, trying to bring herself up onto her feet, Anarra could feel her spare hand reaching down for her lightsaber. It had been years since she had actually used it on another Jedi, but with the feelings coursing through her body, it felt like it had only been mere minutes.
As the door fell out of its place and came down onto the floor with a bang, she could see the color of the blade illuminating the room. Reaching down and swiftly pulling out her saber, she fired a few shots with the blaster, which were quickly deflected by Revan.
“Who are you?” He asked, his face a combination of concentration and curiosity.
“Anarra. Anarra Thrales.” She replied, her blaster still aimed at Revan’s head. Her lightsaber remained deactivated in her other hand, despite the twitching in her thumb that called to her to ignite its blade and move to strike him down.
“How do you know me?”
“You really did lose your memories in the war, didn’t you?” Anarra answered, chuckling a little under her breath. “I was one of your generals during your crusade against the Mandalorians.”
“We were lovers once, but then you abandoned me in some Mandalorian extermination camp, and never came back for me. Eventually, I fought my way out, and went looking for you.”
“And eventually you found me.” Revan replied, a small spark in the back of his mind giving him random flashes of the events that this woman was describing.
“Correct guess. I found you just as the Battle of Malachor V was reaching its headway. We fought, you won, I lost. Instead of killing me like you should have, you had Malak take me back to a Med-ship. I was discharged from the Republic military, and exiled from the Jedi Order. Not that I would have gone back to either.”
“And now you’re here. So what is it you want, revenge? Retribution? Some kind of final farewell?”
“You were always the one who spoke of retribution, you tell me!” Anarra yelled back, her lightsaber finally igniting and filling the room with its green blade. “You were the one who led us all to war, you fracking craved for it! And when you went down, all of us went with you.”
“I was a different man then. I’ve changed, but from what I vaguely remember of you, you haven’t changed a bit.” Revan replied, taking a step towards her. Her blaster was still raised in his direction, and it showed no signs of moving from its angled position that stood in front of his heart.
“Just tell me, will it make you feel better if I were dead?”
“Yes, it would.”
“Why?”

ah come on you cuted right on the end,i scrooled just till the botom and when i read ''why'' i went down and saw oh crap thats it.Damn it i would say its great and stuff like that,but my words cant describe your master work anymore.