[Buffy's Shadow]

Ok, as anyone can attest to, i write a lot. Some of these writings get started, some stopped and never finished, and others are just one shots (A one-shot is a one off story with no continuation. It consists of one-post, hench the name one-shot.)

So, instead of having a bunch of little topics running around with one-shots and various other things, i'll just post them here.
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No Going Back

“Layla, you’ve got me on my knees
Layla, I’m begging, darling please
Layla, darling won’t you ease my worried mind?” – Eric Clapton

“And once you stop resisting, the Dark Side dominates your path forever.” –Bastila Shan

Darkness. That’s what the two of them had gradually become. Nothing more than pure darkness.
“Revan?” She asked, her face clearly showing the thin blue blood veins that led in and out of her body. Her eyes were purely gold now, and no trace of the silver that they had once been. No trace of who she had once been.
“Yes?” He himself was no different. Less than a year ago, he had been living another life. And now, he reclaimed his true identity. His own eyes gave away no trace of the blue hue that they had once held. No sign of what life he had lived before.
“Some of the apprentices have grown weary of our tactics. Shall I eliminate them?” The question with filled with a desire to kill, the desire to inflict pain upon others. A desire to please him. She had become more and more blood thirsty in the past months, a blood thirst that he had allowed.
“Yes, Layla. Eliminate them. Slowly if possible.”
“It will be done, Lord Revan.” She responded, bowing, and quickly leaving, her lightsaber already in her hands. The same lightsaber that he returned to her, all those years ago. When everything was different. Before they had left and ventured into Malachor itself.
She hated the mere mention of her former name, the one that he had fallen in love with. The name that he had shared the bond with. She had taken a Sith name , as had he when he reclaimed his original identity. And now, the old name lie forgotten in her memory, and his. Bastila.
The name seemed so foreign on his tongue. Her new name had clearly taken over her personality, although her face retained so many of the same features, save for the eyes. Her voice had slightly changed, carrying a deeper thread of anger and darkness within it. Layla.

There were times he truly wondered if this had all been worth the price that both of them had paid.

And then, the darkness overtook those thoughts and threw his mind back into the place where it was under complete control.

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Oh and just a little fact. The name Layla means "Dark Beauty" in Arabic.

[MasterM]

eric clapton? i dont remember him in KOTOR

[Buffy's Shadow]

eric clapton? i dont remember him in KOTOR

Well, the song "Layla" is by Eric Clapton. The song was where my mind got the idea for the story.

[Buffy's Shadow]

Ok, here's an older one (From back in June). I had spend all day reading about the speculation that Satele Shan (From TOR) was the descendent of Revan & Bastila (Which really makes all that much sense when you think about it). Around 3:00 in the afternoon, i decided to write. And this was a small part of what came out of it.
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Six Years Earlier

“I still don’t see why I need to take a blood test Master Satal.” Satele said as she continued to roll up her sleeve. As much as she disliked needles, she had gone along with it anyway. Satal stood besides her, trying to be as comforting as he could possibly be.
“The Council felt it was necessary. You must learn to trust them Satele.” He said, his voice surprisingly lacking any sign of disappointment at her. She knew that he had discovered her lack of trust within the Jedi Council, but why he had not taken to asking her, she didn’t know. She was somewhat thankful though that he had left her alone on the matter.
“I know Master Satal. I try.” She replied, closing her eyes as the medical droid approached her. She wasn’t going to enjoy this.
“Please hold still Mistress Shan, this won’t take more than a few seconds.” It said, drawing it’s needle towards the vein on the back of Satele’s elbow. Feeling the pinching on her vein, Satele bit back the urge to push the droid away. And then as quickly as it had appeared, the feeling was gone.
“Thank you Mistress Shan. I will enter this into the medical databank.” Rolling down her sleeve, Satele grimaced as she felt the area around the needle mark become inflamed as it meet the material of her robe.
“I hate needles.” She said aloud, standing up off of the medical bed. Satal grinned a little.
“Hate is a strong word Padawan. Although in this case, I think I can forgive its use.”


“Satele Shan, you have indeed grown strong in the Force, and your reputation as a healer has grown immensely.” Grand Master Zym said as he watched the young Padawn stand before the council, her Master standing at her side.
“Thank you Master Zym.” She said, bowing to him in a gesture of respect. She is sure that she is ready for the rank of Jedi Knight Zym thought to himself, his face a complete shell that lacked any emotion.
“However, we feel that you are not yet ready for the rank of Jedi Knight.” He said, his statement being met with a surprised look from Satele.
“On what grounds!” she exclaimed, her surprise seething through her as she fought to keep her feelings under control. Satal was almost as equally surprised although his years of experience masked it completely.
“You have shown time and time again that you are headstrong and automatically resort to aggression when met with any problem. These are not qualities that we look for in a Jedi Knight.” Beside him, Zym heard Cayli Siver speak up, and for that he was glad. Calming down head-strong padawans was not his foray.
“Also, your outburst a few moments ago further tells us that you are not completely finished with your training. Anyone willing to meet aggression with aggression is sure to walk the path of the Dark Side. And that might lead you down an all too familiar path.” The Twi'lek Jedi Master said, knowing that her words would get through to Satele, due to the Padawan’s immense respect for her.
“I...I…I understand Masters. Thank you. I will try to work on the problems you have brought to light.” Satele said, bowing once again before turning to leave the room. As the door close behind her, she mentally began kicking herself. She had ruined her chance to become a Jedi Knight. If anything, she was turning into her mother. And that didn’t fill her with satisfaction.

“Was the blood sample adequate?” Satal asked Zym as the two of them stood alone in the Council chambers after the meeting had been adjourned. Satal had been against the test but had gone along with the Council anyway, not wanting to make it seem that he was becoming too defensive of her.
“It was. And the tests were positive. Satele is indeed the descent of Revan.” Satal had prepared himself for this, but inside him, he felt a certain degree of disbelief. He had heard the legends of the Jedi Civil War, of Revan and Bastila Shan. But he had disregarded them as simply tales of lore. This made everything real.
“Then she must be just as powerful as was described in the archives of Revan. A descent of both Revan and Bastila Shan… both had a strong connection to the Force. Combined…who knows what Satele could become.” Zym was silent as he thought. This situation was not to be taken lightly. If Satele turned…the entire galaxy could be in grave danger.
“We will watch her closely. Do not disrupt her training. And do not inform her of her true heritage. She is the descent of Bastila Shan, that is all she needs to know.”
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“It…it all makes sense.” Satele said, disengaging her lightsaber in the process. Revan smiled as he felt all of the protective walls in Satele’s mind crumble into dust.
“You see my descent? The Jedi never truly trusted you, just like myself.” He said, slowly walking towards her. She made no attempt to back away or attack. Her hair covered her eyes, the room spinning around her.
“How…how could they not tell me? The blood sample I gave years ago would have told them everything!” she said, her voice coming very close to cracking.
“They fear you Satele! Fear what you could become! They know that you are more powerful than any of them!” he said, coming to stand directly in front of her. He ignored the lightsaber that still lay gripped in Satele’s hand. She was too distracted to properly use it at the moment.
“What about you?” He heard her ask, her head still pointed to the ground.
“Me?”
“Do you fear me as well?” The question was honest, he would give her that much. But the question remained a foolish one never the less.
“Fear you? No, my dear Satele, I respect you. I know what you are inside.” She was silent for a moment, probably allowing herself to take everything in.
“No, you have no idea what I am.”
“And what is that?” He asked. The time her head raised up to look him straight in the eyes. She was strong, just like her ancestor.
“A Jedi.” She said, ramming her lightsaber hilt into his chest and activating it all at once. As the he felt the blade puncture and destroy his body, he looked at his descent…their descent, and was met with nothing but a look that he had once worn.
“Like my true ancestor.” She said, motioning her head towards Bastila. Pulling the blade out of his chest, Satele pushed the body away, its life-force slowly draining out of it’s body.
“You can’t escape who you are Satele! YOU ARE THE SPAWN OF DARTH REVAN!!” She heard him scream behind her as she turned away.
“No, I am the descent of Bastila Shan and Revan, both Jedi Knights. You’re nothing more than a spawn of the Dark Side. And now I’m sending you back to where you came from.” She turned back to him, swinging the saber at his head, feeling nothing as the blade connected with his neck. And just like before, the vision disappeared into the floor. The tomb fell completely silent and Satele found herself standing in an empty chamber. As the door in front of her opened, she walked back out into the darkness of the cave. As she heard the door behind her slowly closing, her ancestor’s voice appeared for the last time in her mind.
“Remember Satele, the Force will be you. Always.”

[Clank]

AWESOME

[Buffy's Shadow]

Ok, here's another short Dark Side Revan/Bastila story. One of these days i'll have to get around to writing a novel-length story about that pairing. Dark Siders are always fun to write....although even i'm creeped out by some of the stuff i write.
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Beneath the dark hood that covered her face, Revan was sure that Bastila was smiling, that devilish smile that she had always had. From his spot behind her, he watched as she struck down yet another prisoner, this time severing an arm as she blasted the almost defenseless soldier with a wave of Force lightning. As the body fell to the floor, smoke rising into the air, Bastila deactivated her lightsaber, it’s orange glow disappearing into the hilt of her double-bladed weapon.
“You enjoy watching, don’t you?” She asked him, her yellow eyes and the ends of her black pony-tails visible in the dim lighting of the academy.
“It passes the time, especially considering how there’s hardly anyone left to oppose us.” Revan responded, leaning in the doorway to the training room. Behind him, security droids came and went, with HK-47 remaining ever present with the two of them.
“True. However, none of these common soldiers make up for an actual duel with a Jedi.”
“We had Jedi.” He said, walking up to her. “You slaughtered them. And to think that I thought I taught you to take better care of your pets.” She smiled, pulling back the hood of her robes so that he could see all of her face. Her face had changed very little, save for her once silver eyes turning to yellow, and her brown hair darkening to black. Everything else remained the same, and he wondered why she looked even more beautiful now than she had when he had met her.
“I’m just not good at taking care of things. Remember what happened to Zaalbar?”
“Of course. You killed him, revived him, and then killed him again. And so on and so fourth.”
“What? Can’t a lady have some fun?”

[Mandalorian]

“What? Can’t a lady have some fun?”

thats what she said lol jk good story emp

[Buffy's Shadow]

“What? Can’t a lady have some fun?”

thats what she said lol jk good story emp

*Rolls eyes* Ok, i admit, i may have written myself into that one. Can't believe that it was so easily done though.

Anyway, ty

[Buffy's Shadow]

Just Breathe

“It would have helped, had he made her understand. But she was always strong-willed, that one, and did not understand war as Revan did."-Kreia

“I’m a lucky man to count on both hands
The ones I love,..
Some folks just have one,
Others they got none, aw huh,..” –Eddie Vedder

Talravin, 1 1/2 Years After Star Forge Battle

Once again his mind was divided, one side telling him what he was about to do was right, and the other saying it was wrong, that she would never understand. He knew both sides told an equal truth, and gave equal time to both sides. Outside the room, the sound of speeder traffic drifted and grew with each passing moment. A constant reminder of how far they were from where it all started.
It had been months since his memories had started to fully return, memories that he wished he never had to relive. Millions of his Jedi comrades slayed by his own hand, planets bombed into submission, entire fleets destroyed. There had been a time where he no memories of these events, a time where he truly felt at peace. Now, that time felt like an eternity ago, as ancient as the Sith Tombs on Korriban.
The sound of rustling behind him snapped him out of his thoughts. Looking back, he saw Bastila, still asleep, searching for his warmth. Sending her his presence through the bond, he smiled as she fell back into a deep sleep. Silently extending his hand, his lightsaber flew off the night-table and into his hand. Clipping it onto his belt, he silently walked back over to the bed.
She was beautiful even when she slept, her hair disheveled and her eyes enclosed in a dream. He smiled, enjoying the memories of the past year of their lives. He only wished that it won’t end this way, with him leaving. Not leaving her for someone else, but leaving to protect her.
“Revan?” He heard her say, although he knew she wasn’t fully aware of what was happening. She still believed that she was in a dream.
“Right here, my love.” He answered her, reaching over to gently move a few stray hairs out of her face. She smiled at the gesture, as she often did. He let his hand linger on her cheeks, knowing that he would want to remember this moment forever. Returning his hand to his side, he leaned down to kiss her, yet another moment he would want to keep.
“I promise you I’ll come back someday. I promise.” He said, standing back up and heading to the door. He stood there for a few moments, turning back to look at her one last time.
“Someday you’ll forgive me. “ He said silently, and turned to leave. T3 had already prepared the Ebon Hawk for launch, although the droid didn’t know the destination.
He had left a note for her, explaining why she would wake up and find him gone. She wouldn’t understand, he knew, but he had to try. Try to let her know that he truly loved her, even if she hated him after this. He had sent Carth a similar message, telling him to protect the Republic at all costs. He knew what was going to come, and if Revan could have one legacy, it would be that he defended the Republic at all costs, even if it meant sacrificing his own life. As he turned around to face the landing pad, he imagined her there, begging him to stay. And over and over again, his final words to her rang out.
Someday you’ll forgive me

[Buffy's Shadow]

K, long time since there's been an update. So here's a small snippet of another story i'm thinking of writing.
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The dim hum of the Ebon Hawk continued on through the night, almost costing Bastila any single moment of sleep that she could have had. Beside her, Revan continued to toss and turn in his sleep. She could only imagine what he was going through right now.
It had been weeks since his full memories had started to return, and everyday she feared that he was drowning in a sea of guilt. Not fear, I know it’s killing him to relive everything.
Outside the room, T3 continued to make his rounds around the ship, ensuring that every single inch of the ship was in top condition. The droid had helped them escape Taris, and for that, she was grateful. They all were, the former members of the Hawk’s crew.
Throwing the sheets off of her body, Bastila slowly got back to her feet, going slowly so that she wouldn’t disturb Revan. He had been through enough in the past few months, they both had. She could at least let him sleep.
As she wrapped a robe around her slender frame, Bastila stepped softly down the hallway that led to the main hall of the ship. In the cockpit, the galaxy map hummed softly. They had been in route to Courscant for a few days now, and T3 had estimated that they would arrive sometime within the next day or so.
Hearing the almost un-noticeable sound of an astromech droid approaching, Bastila turned around, and watched as T3 wheeled his metal frame into the hall. The droid looked up at her, and beeped a short barrage of sounds that would have translated into something like “Hello. Up late?” in Galactic Basic. Bastila smiled at the droid and returned the greeting. She couldn’t fully understand the language of droids that well, but being around T3 had helped her to become at least understand the majority of what the droid would say. As long as the messages remained simple.
“No T3, I’m fine. Just a little restless.” She responded as the droid beeped out another question. After the events at Malachor, the droid had began to acknowledge that she was now one of his owners, although she preferred to think of the droid as a friend instead of a piece of property. As she listened to the droid ask another question, she reached into the bond to see if Revan was still asleep. Sensing that he was, Bastila turned her full attention back to T3.
“What do you mean, I said I was fine.”
Beep bit brezzzzzzz
“Damn it, I said I was fine. Accept the blasted answer!” She nearly screamed, but her voice didn’t break into its full volume. The droid was silent for a few moments, before it ‘talked’ again in it’s own language.
“Blasted droid.” Bastila sighed, looking the droid in it’s one red sensor. “No. I’m not fine. It’s Revan. His full memories are starting to return, and I fear that the guilt may be eating him from the inside. And it may be more than he can bear, even if I help him.”
“You’ve been with us since Taris. Without you, we would never have escaped that place and for that, I thank you. You have demonstrated more loyalty than any of us thought possible. And that is why he will take you with him anywhere he goes.”
“There’s something out there, something that he found at the end of the Mandalorian Wars. Something that he knew could destroy the Republic. And for some reason, he thinks that he has to act alone.”
“I don’t know when, but when he leaves, I need you to go with him. If…anything happens to him, come back and find me. If you can’t, then seek out the Jedi.”
“I fear that all that we’ve fought for is still in danger, and this time, we might not be able to stop it.”

[Mandalorian]

*clears throat* MOAR!

[Buffy's Shadow]

I Wish I Killed You

Raising the weapon in front of her, Bastila watched as the Dark Lord of the Sith ignited his only blood red blade, twirling it around in front of him. His face was unreadable behind that red and black Mandalorian mask that had always adorned his face. Beside her, her remaining companions drew their own weapons, casting a shadow that was a companion of yellow, purple, green….and red. Outside, the ships continued fighting, thousands of red ion cannon blasts slamming into both ships.
“You’re a fool young Bastila, but I might still have use for you….if I let you live that is.” He said, his voice surprisingly calm despite the situation he had found himself in. In the blink of an eye, his attack began, focusing on her companions. Hearing a scream, she looked up to see Mara, her friend since she had been a youngling, fall to the ground, smoke emitting from the fatal wound in her chest.
“Mara!” Christine yelled, feeling the Force bond being destroyed. Revan came down on her next, his red blade being met with Bastila’s yellow, the two blades emitting sparks that flew in various directions, nearly blinding Bastila in the process. Pulling her blade away, she tried to find a way around Revan, attempting to flank him. Even before she had taken two steps, she found herself being thrown against the wall behind her, unable to move. Chuckling slightly, Revan twirled his saber again, and gave her a mock salute.
“A decent attempt, although your approach into it was extremely flawed.” He said, before shifting his attention to the remaining Jedi Knight. Christine was on her knees, her mind and body wrecked with pain. With the Force Bond that she had shared with Mara destroyed, she was unable to stand, her Jedi weapon lying deactivated in front of her. Raising the red blade above his head, Revan brought it down upon her head, severing it right below the neck.
Closing her eyes, Bastila couldn’t bear to look at the body, knowing that she would most likely be next. She could hear him approaching her, his lightsaber being deactivated in the process and being clipped back onto his belt. She was still unable to move her body, knowing that Revan was holding her down with his command of the Force.
“And then there was one.” He said, standing in front of her. She could feel his hot breath on her neck, and inside she was thoroughly repulsed. He was nothing more than a complete creature of darkness, and she wanted to curl up, to get as far away from him as possible. And she winced as he put a hand on her neck.
“Look at me.” He said, removing the mask from his face. Knowing that there was no choice, she opened her eyes, and was met with another set of eyes that were sickly yellow. She wanted to turn away, and yet, she found herself unable to, as if her gaze was being held.
“You’ve lost. You’re mine now.”

Her eyes slamming open, Bastila awoke from the dream, nearly banging her head into an opposing wall. Remembering her surroundings, she realized she had relieved the battle, again, in her dream, if it could be called that. It was more like a recurring nightmare. One that she had almost every night. Gripping her head in her hands, she sighed, knowing that there was indeed no way out of here. If she managed to get out of the cell, she was still stuck on this station, a prisoner of Revan’s will.
Around her neck, the Force collar beeped a few times, giving out a signal to her captors that she was awake. She hated the thing, how it gripped to her neck like a rope, and blocked any attempt by her to use the Force. It had been another chance for Revan to humiliate her, and he had succeeded.
“Damn you.” She said under her breath, running a hand through her hair. She had tried her best to keep it in an acceptable fashion, despite the conditions that she had been forced to live in for the past months. The Republic didn’t exist anymore, like the Jedi, and she had given up hope of ever getting out of here. The only way she would escape would be through death, or if she gave in and joined Revan. Neither choice seemed appealing to her.
“Hello Bastila.” She heard that unmistakable voice say, along with the sound of the cell door opening. He was dressed in his usual black and red armor, with that Mandalorian mask covering his face. Behind him, one of his apprentices lingered at a considerable distance, but he was still close enough in the case of any danger.
“Revan. “
“You sound unhappy to see me.” He responded, folding his arms across his chest. His lightsaber was dangling on his belt, along with an assortment of other things, such as a comlink and some kind of a controller, which no doubt was tuned to her Force collar’s frequency. Just in case, in the highly unlikely hood that she would try to attack him.
“Really, I hadn’t noticed.”
“What do you want?” She asked, the frustration in her voice remaining unchecked.
“Can’t an old friend come to see you?”
“We were never friends. You used to constantly berate me at the Enclave.” Bastila responded, hoping the truth would make him disappear from her vision. The wishful thinking failed to appear, and now she watched as Revan approached her ever so subtly.
“You know, in some cultures, being mean to someone as a child is a sign of affection.”
“Then I wish I had killed you with kindness.”

[Mandalorian]

hmmm, killing with kindness, sounds like someone is happy. lol make MOAR.

[Buffy's Shadow]

Alrighty, before i start my next KOTOR novel, i wanted to post this piece from a couple months ago. Enjoy!
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Archives

<Please identify self>
“Satele Shan, Grand Master of the Jedi Order.” She said, her black hair pulled back into two separate ponytails.
<Identity: Satele Shan. Access Granted> The computer responded, the blue and white screen pulling up a list of options. Any budding computer tech on Coruscant would have been impressed by the display, but Satele had grown up with the site of the archive’s massive computer system, and whatever sense of awe that she had once felt had long since passed.
<Please insert query>
“Mandalorian Wars. Also bring up any side information on Jedi Knights Revan and Bastila Shan.”
<One moment. Searching databanks. Information found.> In front of her, the images and sometimes holograms of small skirmishes involving Republic and Mandalorian troops flashed before her eyes. Entering a few codes into the computer, many of the images subsided, leaving only a selected few left on the screen. Keying in another sequence of numbers, another screen asking for identification sprang up, the screen glowing blood red for a moment.
<Access granted. Please insert query.> She sighed for a moment, knowing that she would most likely find nothing except shattered truths and half-formed lies, among some of the most heavily guarded secrets of the Jedi Order. Secrets that even she had hardly been informed of.
“Jedi Master Bastila Shan.” The computer instantly brought up the information that she had sought, and quickly reading through the short profile, she found something…peculiar.
“Computer, has this information been tampered with in any form?” She asked, finding it strange that anything would have been moved within the archives.
<Last edit of information on Jedi Master Bastila Shan. Error, information is encrypted.>
“What do you mean encrypted? By who?”
<Error. Information on data editor is encrypted.>
“Sith’s blood.” She said under her breath, wiping her eyes with the back of her palm in frustration. This wasn’t making any remote degree of sense.
<Please insert password.>
“Computer, show nature of password.”
<Please provide name of so-called “Fastest ship in the Outer Rim.”> Fastest ship in the Outer Rim? This was getting stranger and stranger by the moment.
“Please provide other password options.”
<Please state last name of Bastila Shan by-marriage.>
“Trick question. Bastila Shan took no surname by marriage.”
<Password Accepted. Welcome Kera Shan.”
“Computer please repeat that name please.”
<Requestor of data encryption: Kera Shan>
“Computer, provide nature of data encrypted.”
<Subjects of Data Encryption. Marriage Certificate of Revan and Bastila Shan; All files regarding Operation Bat-Med; All files regarding personal information of Revan; Birth Certificate of Kera Shan; and all files regarding Malachor V.>

[Buffy's Shadow]

Ok, here's an interesting one. As everyone knows, KOTOR 2 had a lot of cut content, which alot of it was very interesting stuff that, had it been included, KOTOR 2 would have been on the level of KOTOR 1. But sadly, Lucasarts wanted the game by christmas, as such, we're left with an uncompleted game.
One of the more interesting things was that if you had more influence with Mical (Disciple) than Atton, and you were dark side, Atton would have joined Kreia and attacked Mical on Malachor.

Why in gods name did this cut this?
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Walking down the halls of Malachor V, Mical couldn't help but feel uneasy. Ever since the ship had crashed, he had been alone. Alone and helpless. He couldn't feel her through their bond, and yet, he knew that she had to be alive. If she died...then all was lost.
Hearing steps behind him, he brought up his lightsaber, it's purple blade glowing brightly in the darkness of the academy. From the shadows, another figure entered the room, and as the figure stepped into the light, Mical felt a small sense of relief as he saw Atton standing in front of him.
"Hey kid." Atton said, his voice somewhat dark, and his hair covering his eyes.
"Atton, Meetra, where is she?" Mical replied, his own voice containing an overblown sense of fear. He was afraid for her, afraid for himself, and, for the most part, he was afraid for both of them.
"She's safe. You can't touch her anymore." That thread of darkness continued in Atton's voice, and he took another step towards Mical as he began to speak again. "You shouldn't care, you never did really. We were fine after we left Telos, but then you came along and ruined everything."
"Atton, what are you talking about?"
"You know exactly what i'm talking about. You coming in with your concedited sense of hero worship. Acting like you were the only one who could be near her. It sickened me, and It still does."
"It's not like that Atton, i simply admire her."
"Yeah right. You think i don't notice the way you look at her, how you worship the very ground she spits upon? You love her."
"I...I...."
"Save it. I'm done putting up with you, i'm taking matters into my own hands now. She's gone, and now i've got nothing left. Except one thing." Atton spat back, his lightsaber coming into his hand. "You know how long it's been since i've killed a Jedi? You kinda get a hunger for it after awhile. But i guess a poorly-trained half-Jedi like you will tide me over till the next one. They always do."
"Atton, Kreia is using you!"
"Oh really? I didn't notice."
"I don't want to do this Atton."
"I don't care, i just want you to die." Atton replied, calm as day, and with a swift motion he activated his lightsaber, the new blood red color illuminating every inch of his face. Stepping back, Mical activated his own. He knew he couldn't win this, but, for Meetra's sake, he would go down with a fight.

[Mandalorian]

shouldnt have been cut D:

[Clank]

dont listen to mand hes just a mandalorian

[Mandalorian]

dont listen to mand hes just a mandalorian

so ur saying it SHOULD be cut? how cruel are you...

[Buffy's Shadow]

Ok, here's something that i'm considering posting.

There's a "deleted" scene from the Courtship of Bastila Shan. Anyone wanna see it?

[Mandalorian]

Ok, here's something that i'm considering posting.

There's a "deleted" scene from the Courtship of Bastila Shan. Anyone wanna see it?

a better question would be, who DOESNT want to see it?!!!!

[Clank]

if its cut then its more special so when we wait we want to read it more and more duh

[Buffy's Shadow]

Ok, here it is. I cut this out mainly because i felt that it didn't flow with the rest of the story. So, in turn, it was cut from the final draft.

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“Hello Revan.” The voice said, it’s familiar tone afflicted by an aura of darkness. Turning to meet it, Revan nearly dropped his saber at the very sight of her. Standing before him, was Bastila, her familiar silver eyes replaced by a sickly yellow, and her usual attire of Jedi robes replaced by the all-too-familiar black robes of the Sith.
“Bastila? What…How?” He voiced, the disbelief in his sentence growing increasingly. The woman in front of him couldn’t be Bastila, and yet, despite all requests that his body made to strike her down, his mind refused.
“All foolish questions, and ones which you know the answer to.” Her voice didn’t sound anything like her anymore, it had grown into more like something a Sith apprentice would say. Looking at her reminded him of how she had looked that day on top of the Rakatan Temple, only hours before the Star Forge had been destroyed.
“You’re not Bastila.”
“Oh, how so? Is it that my command of the Force is greater, that I’ve grown stronger, or that I’m much more aggressive than her?” She openly mocked, that tone still swirling around Revan’s mind. He had drawn his saber, his thumb hovered inches from the activation button, and yet, he…he couldn’t do it.
“Oh come now, poor Revan. I’m everything that you truly want.”
“And what is it exactly that I want?”
“Power. Enough to quench that taste that still lingers in your heart. You can hear the planet call to you. Embrace it.” Inside him, Revan knew that some of what she had said had been right. Part of him craved the power of the Dark, and fought desperately to overtake his mind.
“No.”
“No? Tsk, tsk, wrong answer. Can’t have you giving me answers that aren’t true.” She replied, raising her hand and blasting Force lightning at him. His response wasn’t quick enough, and as the blue lightning hit his body at full force, he flew back into the walls behind him.
“Now, your answer.” She asked again, her saber gripped in her hands and her mind willing to cut him down.
“No.”
“Wrong again.” She said, sighing in the process. Again she raised her hand and blasted him with the lightning. His body was on fire, his mind screaming for him to make it stop. But he didn’t, and he laid there and felt his body burning. Finally, she lowered her hand and the feeling subsided. He could smell burning flesh, and knew that it was coming from his own body.
“ENOUGH.” Another voice said, the same one that had directed him into this room. Turning back to the double-ganger, he found himself staring at an empty room. And yet, she still lingered on his thoughts. That hadn’t been the real her, he knew that, and still he couldn’t help but feel the sharp pain of betrayal. Gathering himself up from the floor, Revan turned and walked through the door, intent on finishing this.

[Mandalorian]

nice

[Clank]

cant read it its to late will tomorow

[Buffy's Shadow]

Well, here you guys go, along with a free Christmas KOTOR wallpaper to boot. Happy Christmas you guys!
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KOTOR: Life Day



The sound was a mystical one, and it traveled through the trees of Kashyyyk’s ancient beings. Through them, on the newly constructed landing pad, the Ebon Hawk sat, silent from the outside, and yet, inside, there was nothing but sound, as the life day party continued in full-swing.
“Hey there Princess.” Atton said, approaching Bastila as she sat leaning against one of the walls. She looked up at him, noticing that smile that only someone who had taken in almost an entire bottle of Tarisian Ale could have.
“What?” She replied, it being more of a question of ‘why are you bothering me?’ than a ‘what did you say.’
“Just figured I’d come over and say hi. After all, I can’t say I’ve ever talked with a Jedi hero who was as beautiful as you. “
“I’d recommend backing away. After all, if Revan sees you-“
“He won’t see anything. I’ll promise to be quick.” Atton replied, pointing his finger up at the mistletoe that hung above them. Looking back into Atton’s face, Bastila swung her hand, and smiled a bit as her hand connected with the side of the man’s face. He staggered back slightly, emitting a sound of pain, and his face flew up to his face.
“What was that for?!” He said, in a voice that somewhere between a shout and a cry.
“I’m married, thank you very much!” Bastila replied, no longer leaning against the wall.
“ATTON!” Meetra yelled, her own hand connecting with Atton’s face.
“DAMN IT, WILL EVERYONE QUIT HITTING ME?!’ He said as he staggered back a little more. In front of him, Meetra looked like she was indeed about to forsake the Jedi Code, and kill the man exactly where he stood. Behind her, Revan stepped past and came to stand beside Bastila. With three different angry sets of eyes staring at him, Atton found himself taking steps backwards until he ran into the wall.
“What? It was mistletoe!”
“So? If T3 was standing underneath it, would you kiss him?” Meetra responded, rapidly closing the distance between herself and Atton. “Life Day or not, you’re still mine.” With the end of her sentence, she grabbed Atton by the collar, and pulled him down until she forced her lips onto his.
“Gods, do we really need to see this?” Bastila said, rolling her eyes at the display. Turning back to Revan, she found him kissing her. She returned it, with both them and Atton & Meetra continuing while HK-47 and T3 looked on.
“Disgusted Statement: Human attractions, I will never understand it.” The assassination droid said, his orange photoreceptors glowing from the dimly lighted hallway that the two droids stood in. At his side, T3 gave a response in his language of beeps and whirls.
“Confused Query: What do you mean we’re standing under mistletoe?” T3 gave his response, and HK raised the blaster rifle that lay strapped at his side into his hands.
“Threat: Come one inch closer to me, and I will blast you until you are nothing more than charred wires.”

“Here ya go Bastila, it’s from us.” Meetra said, handing the present to the Jedi. As Bastila leaned back into the seat, she unwrapped the gift from its wrapping. There was a box underneath the paper, and as she opened it, there was a small black ball inside of it.
“It’s a stress ball, you know, for those times you fly off the handle.” Meetra explained, chuckling a little underneath her breath.
“Th..Thank you. That’s very thoughtful of you.” Bastila replied, although inside her mind she was imagining a million ways to attack the woman sitting across from her. Revan sensed it, and laughed out loud, wrapping his arm around Bastila neck.
“Easy! I’m fragile.” Bastila said, mimicking Meetra’s voice slightly.
“What?” The other female said, throwing herself off of Atton’s chest. In response, Bastila slipped out of Revan’s grasp, and got to her feet.
“What?” She mimicked again, with Meetra only standing a few inches away from her.
“That’s it!” Meetra said, tackling Bastila and sending both of them to the floor. Behind them, Atton and Revan stood laughing in the door way, the sound of it echoing through the halls.
“We should do this Life Day party more often.” Atton said, grabbing two cups of eggnog as he tried to stop laughing. As he handed one to Revan, the Jedi raised his hand in a toast.
“To Life Day. And the crazy women that make it worth our while.” Atton clicked his glass against Revan’s, and as the two of them chugged the contents, a sharp whistle reached their ears. Looking over, Bastila and Meetra had stopped fighting, and we standing there, their arms crossed against their chest, and devilish looks on their faces.
“Ohhhh boys.” Meetra said, her toe tapping against the steel floor of the Hawk.
“Worth our while?” Bastila said, as she and Meetra took a few steps towards Atton and Revan. Turning to Revan, Atton had a look of actual fear in his eyes.
“I’ve got a bad feeling about this….”