One Dark Lord, Five Jedi
Bastila Shan, Apprentice and Jedi Prodigy, stepped out of her boarding craft and took her very first step onto Revan's Flagship. Her four other comrades including her Master stepped out after her. Activating her lightsaber as the first Sith Troopers rounded the corner, Bastila prepared for the biggest fight of her life.
Meanwhile, several floors above them on the chaotic and frenzied Bridge of the Dark Lord's Flagship, Darth Revan stood stoically facing the massive viewport, coldly watching as the Republic fleet battled with his own. Malak's ship was locked in combat with two cruisers at once, but of course that fight wouldn't last long.
One of his Bridge crewmen called him over, "My Lord, Jedi have boarded the ship!"
Jedi had boarded the ship? What the hell was his Force sense doing, taking a backseat drive? It would have killed it to have warned him beforehand. Still, he might as well get excited.
He swept over immediately, "This is a great moment, Ensign," The Dark Lord looked down at the many camera views on the console view screen, "How many have they got coming? Ten, no a hundred, no atleast five hundred right? With Commando squadrons and the Jedi council backing them up correct?
The Ensign blinked, "Um, My Lord, we have only tallied five Jedi and a single trooper on the ship."
Darth Revan paused mid breath and gave the Ensign a look of torment, one that was meant to rip the truth from the Ensign's heart, not that he would see it since Revan had a mask on. Because surely the Ensign must be mistaken, after all, five Jedi versus a Dark Lord such as him was an insult right?
Silently fuming, Revan glared at the console, now seeing the group of Jedi battling down a hallway toward the elevator leading to the bridge, "Are there any more on the ship, anywhere?"
"No My Lord, they are the entire strike force."
Revan threw his hands up into the air, "This is bullshit! I'm the most powerful Dark Lord of the century and all the Jedi Council can send me is five nobody Jedi! They couldn't even send a council member?" He looked back at the screen and let out a breath in disbelief, "Is that Bastila Shan?"
The Ensign, who now looked half comatose, nodded numbly, "Yes Lord."
"They sent an Apprentice to fight me! An Apprentice! Most powerful Sith Lord of the Century standing right here, about to conquer the Galaxy and whatever, and all they send to try and stop me is an Apprentice and some nobody Jedi?"
"My Lord, with all due respect, theirs three Jedi Masters in the group along with Bastila Shan," The Ensign replied meekly.
"Since when were they a threat, is this some kind of April fool's Day joke?" Revan reached up to the com on his mask and snapped, "Malak, tell me what day it is!"
Malak's bewildered robotic voice answered back, "What? Master, I'm a little busy here . . ."
"Just shut the hell up and tell me what day it is!"
"What? It's December twentieth Master, can I go now?"
"Bah, you youth are all the same," Revan snapped before getting off the comlink, "Ensign, where are the Jedi, I have to have a discussion with them about this."
"They're on the elevator coming to the bridge, My Lord."
"Good, atleast now I don't have to wait for them."
It took several seething, angry minutes until Revan's force senses seemed to kick back in and he could sense the Jedi coming closer. All. Five. Of. Them.
The bridge door opened, and the Jedi fanned inside, immediately coming into contact with the Dark Jedi guards. Revan's Chief bodyguard turned to him and sadistically asked, "Permission to engage My Lord?"
Revan rolled his eyes, "Permission granted dumbshit."
Needless to say his Bodyguards were dead rather quick. The one soldier charged forward and was promptly choked to death with little effort. Bastila and the four other Jedi took places in front of him with their lightsabers drawn.
Bastila Shan pointed at him and began to shout, "You cannot win Re . . ."
Revan waved his hand flippantly and quickly interrupted her, "Shut your mouth little girl, adults are talking," As Bastila's mouth dropped open in shock, Revan pointed at the women behind her, "You're a Jedi Master right, I need to talk to you."
The Master stepped up, "And just what are we supposed to talk about, your surrender?"
"Okay, first of all shut up. Second of all, I have a question. Why does the Jedi Council insist on screwing me so hard?"
The Jedi Master rolled her eyes, "Because you're the Dark Lord?"
"Five Jedi!" Revan practically exploded, "I am the Dark Lord of the sith, greatest Force User EVER. Am I just not good enough for you anymore? Did the Jedi and the Republic move on without me? Why wasn't I passed the memo!"
One of the Jedi behind the Master leaned over to his comrade and whispered, "Should we be attacking?"
The other Jedi shook her head, "No, just let him vent."
"I heard that!" Revan shouted, pointing at the two of them, "Don't accuse me of venting, I've been slated!"
"Revan, we really don't have time for this, just surrender and let's go."
Revan growled, and was even more enraged when the entire ship buckled and groaned underneath the force of a sudden attack. Already knowing what had happened, the Dark Lord scowled under his mask and put his hand up to his mask and barked, "Malak! Stop firing on my ship, we're having a moment!"
Bastila had finally gotten over her shock and stepped up again, "Revan, surrender now!"
Revan put up his finger, "Sorry Malak, say that again, I have a child screaming in my ear," He paused while Bastila seethed, "What do you mean you're betraying me because I forgot your birthday cheesecake? You can't even eat cheesecake!"
The Jedi Master rubbed the bridge of her nose and tapped Bastila, "You might want to get ready."
As soon as Bastila was ready, a massive explosion rocked the bridge. The Jedi remained mostly unharmed while Revan painfully flew forward and slammed into a console which then exploded. The Dark Lord slumped to the ground, effectively unconscious.
His last thoughts were: Fuck the Youth.