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Alright, the confrontation on the Leviathan from Malak's point of veiw. So you had better reveiw to tell me if it's good or bad. Please?
It was her, without a doubt. No woman I had ever met had hair blacker than hers. And the tattooed cheeks were as hers as the hair. Only her eyes, storm gray, were different than I remembered. In the light, they flashed silver, not the steely gold I was remembered.
She spoke with more bitterness, more sarcasm, more weight behind words. Her eyes, as fierce and wild as those of a Corellian sand panther, hid something. I wondered briefly what it was before deciding I didn't care.
She was Revan, but she was not the Revan I knew.
"So, Revan, do you seek justice or revenge at this meeting?" She raised an eyebrow, mouth curling into a half-smirk.
"Revan, huh? You been at spice?" She really didn't know. I laughed.
"Oh, you really didn't know? This is rich." I gloated. She was looking at me, nonplussed.
"Yeah, I think you've been at spice. Unless the dark side has the same effect as spice." She looked me over dismissively, as if I were an insect that almost merited crushing. "Though there are much less pleasant side effects. I could almost call you Darth Hideous. Now, if you would be so kind as to move out of our way, I'd like to get back to my ship. Things to do, places to be." She said airily. "Nothing against your hospitality, of course, but I couldn't possibly impose any longer." She made a shooing motion, her smirk shifting to a careless grin.
"You are Revan." I repeated. "Revan." She rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, and you're a pink mynock, right, Bastila?" After a moment, she twisted to look at Bastila. She recognized the guilt on the young woman's face. I pressed a memory of mine to her, a memory in which she was removing her mask. She examined it carefully, and met my eyes. Hers flickered from silver to gold, then back to silver. "So, Bastila, how exactly did this happen?"
She listened to me and Bastila both. She was absolutely calm. That was Revan, as sure as I was Malak. Then she met my eyes again. Hers glittered sharply, storm gray pocked with amber. She ignited her lightsabers, one blue, one green.
"I guess I've been waiting a long time for this." She said calmly. I knew that kind of calm. With a wave of my hand, I froze Bastila and the soldier. She leaped, not at me, but over me. I stepped forward just in time to keep from being cleaved into pieces. All the same, I felt the very tips of her lightsabers sear into my back.
Her fighting skill had clearly not diminished. If anything, it had grown. I was barely able to keep up with her attacks, so fast they were. Gathering my strength, I trapped her in a Force whirlwind and fled. She didn't make a sound as she battled it down, only giving my retreating back her hottest glare.
I zapped the life from a pair of soldiers, healing myself, augmenting my strength. And not a moment too soon. She came at me, having gone around the long way. She was a firestorm, lethal elegance and grace. But I saw a mistake and grabbed her neck with the Force. She hung from my grasp, not even bothering to scrabbled uselessly at her throat or kick her legs. She merely glared, silver-gold eyes dark.
"You might make a very nice pet." I said musingly, hoping to rattle her. "Chained to my throne when I become emperor." She curled her lip.
"Like that'll happen." She hissed. "I'm not dying today. And I am nobody's pet." Her voice had elevated to a snarl and she flung me into the wall. She fell to her knees, gasping, and picked up her sabers. "Shall we finish this?" She spat. There was a thread of emotion in her voice.
"Upset, Revan?" I snarled right back.
"What do you think, brainless?"
"And a wonderful pet you would be." I mused. She laughed.
"Pet?" Her voice cracked. "You cannot tame a wildfire." With that she leaped. I didn't know what she was doing, but I raised my saber to block her attack, grabbing one of her ankles. I threw her. She hit the wall with a sickening crack, sliding down into a heap of black clothing.
"Seems you're a worse fighter than I remember." She got to her feet, eyes sliding into focus.
"Keep dreaming, baldie." She spat furiously. Her lightsabers flew to her hands. "If anybody is dying, it's you." But I could sense her weakening. Saul Karath had said she had collapsed from torture, and I assumed she had annihilated the people on the bridge. It was catching up with her. I froze her in stasis, twirling my lightsaber before the final blow.
I heard the hum of a third saber and blocked a flying yellow bar. Revan flew out of the room, practically into the arms of the soldier.
"Go!" Bastila shouted, as the doors close. "Find the Star Forge!" She raced to attack me, her lightsaber in hand. I defeated Bastila, leaving her gasping on the floor, before racing out of the room. Revan was gone, but I could dimly sense her fury as I saw a pair of explosions.
And then she was gone. I cursed, even as I knew that Revan would be back. For whatever reason, she would be back. And I would be ready.