Dark Destiny
Chapter 1
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Bastila stood outside the door to Revan's Command Bridge, readying herself for the confrontation. Three Jedi Masters stood beside her, all that remained of the Strike Team. She repeated the code in her head, calming her nerves.
This would be the most important battle of her life. Defeating Revan would end his tyranny forever and hopefully splinter his Sith Empire. Failing would doom the Galaxy to eternal darkness. Understandably, Bastila was worried about the upcoming duel. "Padawan, are you ready?" Master Kavar asked.
Bastila took a deep breath and nodded. "Yes, master," she affirmed. With that, the four Jedi combined their power and Force-pushed the locked door inward, leaving their route clear.
Bastila lit her lightsaber and stepped through the opening. To her surprise, the Bridge was nearly empty. Below the walkway, a few officers were at their stations, commanding the battle outside, but that was it.
A single man stood on the walkway twenty feet ahead of her. By the mask he wore, Bastila knew who he was. No Sith or Dark Jedi were here to defend their leader. He was alone.
That either meant arrogance, or incompetence. Bastila hoped it was both.
Behind him, through the ship's windows, she could see the Sith Fleet annihilating the small Republic force that had accompanied her Strike Team. It had done its job of springing the trap and allowing the team to board, but now it was about to be destroyed. Unfortunately, their sacrifice was necessary, though it pained her to admit it. It would be worth it to bring down the Sith Lord who now waited for Bastila and the others to approach, lightsaber in hand.
The three masters behind her, Bastila raised her lightsaber and pointed it at her enemy. "You cannot win Revan!" she shouted confidently.
Revan stepped towards them. Though not extremely tall, his black armor encased a powerful build. When he lit his red lightsaber, Bastila recoiled slightly. "Are you so sure, Padawan Shan?" his smooth voice taunted. "Yes I know who you are, Bastila Shan. I know you have saved the Republic from defeat with your Battle Meditation. And I've known you were coming for weeks. The Jedi Order's last gamble."
Bastila hid her surprise and slowly began to approach him, the masters behind her following and igniting their blades. "Surrender Revan, it's four against one. You cannot defeat us!" Master Alari ordered.
Bastila was certain Revan was smiling under his mask. "No, I think I'll pass. I have no wish to be subject to a sham-trial and execution."
Suddenly, through the ship's windows, Bastila saw the Command Bridge of the Leviathan suddenly explode. The ship, which had been destroying the last remaining Republic vessels, now drifted helplessly in space.
"Malak," Revan explained, "He's been planning on betraying me from afar for a long time now. I caught wind of his plan, of course, and had one of my most trusted agents rig his Bridge to explode. If a command was entered to fire on my ship, the weapon system would self-destruct. His crew will be rescued, as the damage will be confined to that part of the Leviathan, but it seems I will need a new apprentice. And that is where you come in, Bastila."
A flash of anger went through Bastila. "I'll never turn to the Dark Side!" she shouted. As one, she and the Masters charged Revan, ready to kill him for the good of the Galaxy.
When she was ten feet away, she threw out her hand, trying to unbalance Revan before their blades met. To her surprise, he was completely unfazed. Then, with no movement or gesture on his part, Bastila was knocked off her feet and sent flying through the air, landing halfway back down the walkway.
Her head hit the ground hard. Ahead of her, the Masters now dueled Revan. She wanted to help them, but her vision blurred and she couldn't stand. She struggled to clear her head so she could join the fight.
Just as she managed to get to her feet, Master Kavar was thrown away from the battle and past Bastila, riding a current of white lightning that enveloped him. He slammed against the wall behind her and slumped to the ground, unmoving.
Bastila was worried. If he could do that to Kavar, what could he do to the other two Masters? Maybe victory wasn't such a certain thing after all. She ran to join the duel, not bothering to check Kavar's vitals. Considering who had attacked him, it was unlikely that he had been left alive.
The two remaining Masters furiously attacked Revan, but he blocked their onslaught, refusing to be driven back an one inch. Before Bastila take five steps toward the fight, Revan dodged his opponents' strikes and landed a powerful kick to Alari's face. She dropped her blade and fell to the floor, out cold.
Only one Jedi Master was left to oppose Revan.
Before Bastila could close half of the distance between herself and the battle, the last Jedi Master dropped his lightsaber and grabbed at his neck desperately. Revan held out his hand, and the Master was lifted into the air. He struggled to free himself, but could not break out of Revan's hold.
Revan just managed to choke him into unconsciousness before Bastila intervened, swinging a desperate strike at Revan. He dodged easily and jumped back from her blade, but his concentration broke. The Master he had been choking crashed to the ground. He wasn't dead, but he would be of no help to Bastila in this fight.
Bastila was alone against the Dark Lord.
"Do you still want my surrender, Bastila?" he taunted. Bastila glared at him. She raised her lightsaber, ready for a last stand. She knew she could not defeat the Dark Lord of the Sith alone, especially as he was even more powerful than they had expected, but she was determined to die fighting and not give him the chance to turn her, as he wanted to do.
"Sorry, not going to happen Bastila," Revan told her. Bastila's anger flared. Losing control, she charged the Sith Lord, forgetting her desire to die. All she wanted to do was make him pay, make him pay dearly.
Revan extended his hand, and Bastila's saberstaff flew out of her grip. It flew through the air and into Revan's waiting grasp. Bastila stopped charging, shocked that he could defeat her so easily.
Revan studied the weapon. "An excellent blade. When you begin your apprenticeship, it shall be returned to you. For now, it will remain in my possession."
He turned to face her directly. "Your mission has failed. Surrender, you are my prisoner now," he said.
Bastila remained defiant. "I will never give up Revan!" she yelled.
"Very well." Revan extended his hand. All of Bastila's energy drained away. She collapsed to the ground, unable to stay awake. One last thought went through her head: she was his captive now, and to be turned would mean the death of the Republic. With that, her eyes closed and she lost consciousness.