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A/N: I'm sure a lot of my fans are angry with me for not updating any of my other fics. I do have a plan though, I only plan to work on two fics at a time. This one and Five for the alliance. Okay, well just to let you all know, the rest of the Ebon Hawk crew shows up much later in the story, so don't worry. A special thanks to my sister, Nerwen Aldarion, for helping me with this idea, and sculpting it into perfection. On with the show!

Captivated

Chapter 1: Prisoner of the Dark Lord

There is no emotion, there is peace.

There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.

There is no passion, there is serenity.

There is no chaos, there is harmony.

There is no death, there is the Force.

I quoted the Jedi Code in my head to remind me to feel no fear, even though I was standing in the middle of Darth Revan's flagship. So far the plan set in motion by the Council had worked, but our casualties were mounting. There were only four of us left, including myself. Two Dark Jedi stood between us and our goal.

With my lightsaber slashing, the Sith Jedi fell at my feet. Another master beside me slew the last one. We ran towards the end of the bridge, me heart began to pick up speed with each step I took.

A man cloaked in a blood red hood with black armor turned to look at the remains of our strike team. His long, black mask glared at us with hatred and complete darkness. The other three Jedi backed away slightly at the sight of Revan.

I swallowed my fear and stepped forwards. I put on a brave face and pointed at the Dark Lord, "You cannot win Revan!"

I'm certain that behind the mask, Revan smiled. The amusement, however, was cut off by a strange sensation in the Force. Both Darth Revan and the strike team stared out the windows at the torpedoes fired at us from Malak's ship. My eyes widened as I knew that our end was near.

The torpedoes hit, but were somehow absorbed into the ship's shields. I momentarily lost my footing, and seemed to dance around until I found my balance. Revan was still standing and, more than likely, smiling. He raised his hand, and sent a ball of Force lightning at the masters behind me.

I gaped as their now scorched bodies sagged to the ground. Their screams of agony echoed in my head.

I turned to Revan, the blood pounding in my ears, with a cry of rage. I raced towards the Dark Lord, forgetting the Code, and briefly giving into my anger.

Only one part of my saberstaff was ignited, and its yellow met with Revan's red one with a hiss. Our sabers danced, casting red and yellow shadows on the dark walls. I was angry, but even then my skills were no competition to this evil usurper.

He slapped a blow to my face with his hand, stunning me. Then he hit me with the butt of his lightsaber, banishing me into darkness.

I don't know how long I was unconscious; it could have been hours or merely minutes. I woke up in a dark cell with a headache and a wave of terror inside.

I had failed my mission and given in to my anger. I was now a prisoner to the Dark Lord Revan. What would happen to the Republic without my gifts? My Battle Meditation had made me an invaluable weapon, would we lose the war because of my stupidity? I was terrified that the Republic would founder and it would be my fault.

Two Sith soldiers opened the door to my cell, and each grabbed one of my arms. They dragged me out of the Prison Block and back to the Bridge.

I saw that the bodies of Jedi Masters and the Sith we slew had been removed. Many soldiers and Dark Jedi were crowded around the four corners of the room. Malak knelt in the center on one knee. The brace that sculpted his jaw gleamed in the fluorescent light. I wasn't sure exactly how Malak lost his jaw only that it was after the Mandalorian Wars.

Standing before them all was Revan, still cloaked in his earlier attire. His mask remained to hide the monstrosity, I knew, that lay beneath.

"You tried to betray me," Revan glowered at Malak.

"I was merely trying to destroy the Jedi, Master," Malak pleaded, "I heard that they had infiltrated you ship. I thought…"

"I will not take your excuses!" Revan snarled, "You tried to kill me. I, in return, should kill you for this treason."

Malak dusked his head and whimpered a little.

"That fact is, however, I still have use for you. So I shall leave you with a reminder of your petty attempt."

I gasped with the rest of the crowd as Revan's red saber flashed. Malak howled with pain as he clutched the stump now at his wrist. His lifeless hand lay on the cold floor, "For each time you defy me you shall lose another limb," Revan said, clipping his lightsaber to his belt, "You must learn, Malak, that I am the only master."

Revan signaled for two men to help Malak get the attention he needed for his wound. As Malak walked away, the two guards flanking me pushed me forward. I found myself standing where Malak had been moments before.

I stared at the faces of the crowd. I could recall nothing out of the soldiers, but of the Dark Jedi, I recognized a few vaguely familiar faces.

Revan took a step forward and looked at me curiously, examining me from head to toe. I felt like trinket or droid being priced by a potential buyer. I only hoped that Revan didn't have in mind to parcel me amongst his men. Did the Dark Lord before me even know who I was? Surely, word of the Padawan with the rare gift of Battle Meditation had reached his ears, but did he recognize me?

Revan stopped his brief examination, and crossed his arms at his chest, "You are a child."

His statement both surprised and angered me. Was that what this was about, seeing how old I was? I wasn't a mere apprentice. No, I had been a Padawan for several years now; most of them had been spent with the Council on Coruscant, enhancing my skills at Battle Meditation.

"I'm no child!" I replied angrily.

The crowd surrounding me laughed at my outburst, making my face flush red with embarrassment. Surely that had sounded childish.

"Forgive me then, Padawan," Revan apologized with a hint of amusement, "For indeed you are no child, but in the ways of the Force you are a child, compared to the skills you can posses."

"I already know many skills," I stated matter of factly, "Skills you wouldn't understand in the least."

I think he smiled again, "Ah yes, I do know of your skills. You have been deeply trained in Battle Meditation, haven't you?"

I suppose I looked shocked, for I honestly thought he didn't know who I was. Revan laughed, "Yes, I know who you are Bastila Shan. I know what you have learned, and what you have yet to master." His tone grew serious, "I can train you in such ways, I will, but you must join me."

I raised an eyebrow at his offer, "Do you honestly think that you can turn me by offering me your knowledge, is that how you got them," I gestured to the Dark Jedi, "To join you? It isn't going to work on me, Revan; I will not give into your evil ways."

I was completely surprised by what he did next. He laughed! He laughed as if my vow was nothing more than a child's song. I had to use all of my will power to keep my anger beneath me.

"You are daring, Bastila, to make such a bold statement after what you have just witnessed," He said.

I looked at the hand lying a foot from me. Indeed, I was being brave for saying such things. I knew very well what defyment could bring me, and the punishment could be greater, for I was not his apprentice.

"Do not fear," He said, "Your words impress me, but you shall see how persuasive I can be."

"Promises, and power do not intrigue me, Revan," I said, "I will never give in."

He smiled again behind the mask, "We shall see."

He signaled again, and my two guards came and escorted me out of the room. His last words haunted the edges of my mind.

I meditated in my cell for several hours. I didn't know what to expect for now that I was a prisoner. I knew that escape was useless. Revan was no fool; he would have made sure that I couldn't escape.

A meal was brought to me, and I was surprised how good its quality was. I had expected dry, moldy bread, and greasy water, but the simple delicacies on the tray were hardly a prisoner's normal diet. I may have suspected poisoning, but what would Revan gain then? I knew he wanted me alive; my gifts were too tempting to just cast away.

The door to my cell was opened, making me leave my meditation. Darth Revan was standing there, watching me calmly. Curiosity and fear bubbled inside. What did he want?

"Revan," I said, putting a sense of calm in my voice, "have you come to inspect your prisoner again?"

He ignored my false question, "Are your accommodations suitable? If you are displeased, I can move you."

I was surprised by how rich his voice sounded almost a smooth and sweet as honey. But, I frowned at his question, "Is this some sort of game you play?"

He tilted his head slightly, "Why would I toy with you, child?"

"What do you want from me?" I asked coldly.

"You can answer that for yourself," He replied, "Your skills will be most valuable to my empire."

"You shall receive nothing from me, Revan," I said.

"So you have said before, but perhaps time will change your mind."

Those words stung a little. Did he honestly believe that if I was away from the Order that I would forget my Jedi Beliefs and give in to the Dark Side?

"Do you really mean that?" I asked.

It was his turn to be surprised, "What?"

"Do you really think that I will turn? You say those words with covered eyes, is this because you cannot meet mine?" I don't know how I found the courage to muster these words, but they kept pouring out, "You keep a mask over your face, is this because your evil ways have twisted you into a monster. Men won't obey you if you unveil yourself because they would turn to run from the beast that is you."

Once I said that, I thought for sure I was about to die. He would kill me now for my bold tongue. At least he would never be given the chance to manipulate me towards the Dark Side.

Revan coolly turned away from me, and I could see that he was removing his mask. He pushed back his hood and faced me again.

My jaw fell open when I saw him.

What I had expected was pasty white skin glued to hard bone. I thought that yellow eyes would glow from sunken sockets in his skull. He would have been the most horrifying creature in the galaxy, because evil had twisted his entire soul.

What I really saw was a handsome man with tan skin over perfectly set features. Golden ringlets fell nearly to his shoulders, and the most breathtaking green eyes stared at me. He looked like a god from one of the many figures my father had discovered on his exhibitions.

I gaped at him for several minutes, having lost all sense of words. He smiled, showing a perfect set of white teeth, "Do you like what you see?"

"Yes...I mean no…I mean," I stuttered like a helpless fool. What could I say; I was certain that there was no handsomer man in the galaxy than him.

"As you can see, I am no monster," He said.

"Then why?" I asked, "Why hide behind a mask."

Revan shrugged, "Men fear what they cannot see. It is how I earn their loyalty."

"Is that how you will attempt to earn mine?" I asked.

He shook his head, smiling, "No, I will tell you this now, Bastila, I will not hurt you."

"Then how will you turn me with out using fear"

"Fear is an excellent way to receive someone's obedience, but that will often lead to hatred, "Revan explained, "When you join me, I will have earned your loyalty not from fear, but from trust."

I laughed at his statement, making him frown, "You honestly think that I will trust you? You are a Sith Lord; I am a Padawan of the Jedi Council. I serve the Light, you follow the Dark, how could I trust you?"

"You shall see, child you shall see," He smiled again, "You do intrigue me greatly, Padawan."

"Intrigue you, how is that?" I asked.

"As I have said, when most men see my mask, they turn in fear," Revan said, "You stepped forward. You are brave, Bastila."

I was surprised by his compliment, "I…well…thank you."

He smiled, "As you can see, I am already gaining your loyalty."

I flashed my eyes at him angrily, "I will never serve you Revan!"

He smiled, "You will, Bastila, I guarantee that."

Revan gave me a mocking bow, and turned and left my cell. I stared at the door, my eyes burning at the spot where he had stood. I would never give in, I knew that. I also knew that I hated this Dark Lord.

TBC

A/N: So what'd you think? Next chapter coming soon!