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"GO! Find the Star Forge! I'll keep Malak busy for as long as I can." Bastila screamed. Dake Skenis, aka, Darth Revan, as he now knew, was a follower of the Light, but he was not about to let Bastila Shan battle Darth Malak by herself. He saw the blast doors starting to close and then all of the sudden, he jumped farther than he, or anyone else, had ever thought possible. While in mid-air he thought, 'I'm Jedi Guardian, I can jump as far with the Force as I want to.' Landing just inches inside the blast door, feet away from where Malak and Bastila stood staring until Revan lunged at Malak, and not a millisecond later Bastila had joined in. Revan could feel poor Carth's surprised reaction in the Force. Revan supposed he'd be surprised too, to see his two best friends disappear behind a sealed blast door with none other than Darth Malak himself. Hopefully Carth could find his way to the Ebon Hawk by his self. Either that or he would just stare at the door like an idiot who had just gotten a serious wound from a seemingly harmless gizka. Then there was Bastila's Force reaction. She felt appalled, and said through their bond,
"You are so predictable sometimes. You should have just let me handle Malak while you and the others found the last Star Map and the Star Forge itself for that matter."
"Oh well. What are you gonna do? I mean being the former Dark Lord and all, I guess I'm just so much of a terrible person, I'm not even allowed to know who I really am huh?" He then felt raw guilt radiating from her.
"Revan please, we'll talk back at the ship. For now let's deal with Malak as a team like every other battle we've fought together. Deal?"
He gave her what would be a warm smile in agreement if they weren't fighting Darth Malak at the same time,
"Oh please bab...uhh...er..Bastila..I could never stay mad at you." How in the world could he have almost let himself slip and call her baby?!? He sighed to himself and pushed that thought away. He'd deal with it when necessary. He'd been sure he had blushed. That had to have been a total give away.
Malak was definitely an aggressive dueler. Aggressive might not have even been the right word to describe Malak's fighting style, Bastila thought. She was sure Revan had started to call her something other than her name. She'd have to ask him about it later. Now really wasn't the time for things like what one had been or may had been called. Right now, Revan and Bastila were dueling Darth Malak and waiting for the silver lining. That being a weakness in Malak's technique so that they could, as Canderous would have put it, get the hell outta there.
Revan finally saw it. A slip. A hole. But acknowledging it meant leaving himself very easily open for attack..it was no matter...it had to be done..Revan knew Bastila would have to help him back to the Hawk if it was done right..he broke off from the defensive position he was taking in battle, twirled his double-bladed saber above him and brought it down against Malak's saber. It was, to anyone who would have been overlooking the scene, a very big mistake. As Revan's saber hit Malak's, Malak spun around and slashed at Revan's chest. The saber made contact but didn't go through. One of the few upsides to Revan's little stunt was that Bastila was able to throw a strike with her own double-bladed saber and, conveniently, re-cut off Malak's jaw which normally would have made him gasp out in pain, but Bastila damaged his vocabulator. She reached out her hand and Force pushed Malak out a door and there he was, unconscious and so willing and vulnerable. She darted over to Revan. He was the one who needed her to carry him for once. She remembered the incident with the terentatek where Revan had to carry her back all the way to Jolee's hut. She smiled when she remembered her reaction when she woke up with Revan right next to her bed looking depressed almost. She remembered him talking while he thought she was asleep. He told her that he was sorry that they were Jedi and that she denied their feelings for each other. Then now, she was pulling the same man up and supporting his weight with hers instead of the opposite.
"Dammit Revan, don't die on me now. I can't carry your dead body any easier than your live one." He smiled when she said this. As they were walking down to the Hawk, Bastila muttered,
"By the time we get to the hanger, I'm gonna be the one who needs to be carried." Revan chuckled.
"Don't worry. I'd carry you anywhere you wanted, Princess." Bastila rolled her eyes at this. The rest of the journey down to the ship was silent. When they got to the hanger, Revan, true to his word, almost had to carry Bastila, as she was becoming dehydrated from carrying this 6'1" man half by herself. 5'8" on her part just wasn't enough for the whole would-be-run from where Malak was lying unconscious. They got up the ramp to the Ebon Hawk only to hear Carth's angry voice uttering nasty swear words in a few different languages. As soon as the ramp closed, they were off. Carth seemed to have her on autopilot because he walked out of the cockpit, into the main hold, fire in his eyes, and ready to hurt Revan. Painfully. Carth was oblivious to the rest of the crew present. Carth walked over to Revan and pushed him in the chest into a seat. Revan uttered a horrible cry of pain. Only then did Carth see the nasty wound sticking out of his "friend's" chest. Bastila rounded on him then.
"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing Carth? Revan needs medical attention and quick because of Malak! Jolee please help him to the medical bay." Jolee nodded and pulled the still pain-withered Jedi to the med bay. When Carth next spoke, his voice was seething with anger.
"Tell me-...us..everything right now, Bastila." She heaved a great sigh and told the crew all of it. Who he really was, and why the council did what they did.
"You need to talk with him but not yet!" Bastila pleaded. At least Carth had calmed down a lot compared to what he had been when they had first gotten aboard the ship.
"Okay Bastila. I will talk to him when he is well enough. Now, I need time to think. Goodnight. I'll probably be in the cockpit if you need me." He started to walk away. "Oh and by the way, we're en route to Manaan already." Bastila sighed. What a long day it's been, she thought. Now there was only one thing left deal with. Revan./n/N
A/N: Well, there it is. Probably going to be two-shot. So please review. NO FLAMES. Dont like it, dont read it.