The Code

A/N: Written while listening to "Crave You" By Flight Facilities (The Adventure Club Remix)

~Post KOTOR~

Bastila Shan, prize of the Jedi, stood barefoot on the cold floor of her room. Her crystal, grey-blue eyes gazed out into the vast galaxies beyond the glass window pane. The young woman's warm palm grazed the chilled glass, stinging her hand in an ever so sweet way as her breath fogged a small circle by her resting palm. Glancing at the moisture on the window, she lifted her fingers and began tracing letters in the glass; her mind wandered into its naturally calm state.

There is no emotion…

Oh, but there is. For no one to have felt… felt the way I have. Felt as if your entire world crashed in an instant, but in that same instant, it flourished into a beauty that could never have been imagined before. How could someone never feel their soul warming out of love toward someone? How could anyone ever suppress something that feels so… so very magical?

There is no ignorance…

Except the ignorance of a stubborn heart. I went so long without saying anything; I should have seen from the beginning, from the very beginning. Everything fell into place, like the tumblers in a lock. That was my key. Would things have been different if I had spoken up sooner?

There is no passion…

Until you look eye to eye with the man that saved you in every way possible. When two lightsabers clash with such hatred, a hatred that was a simple façade clouded by muffled thoughts and torture, there is much passion. Even more so when the grey eyes you lock with in battle can see through your deep, empty iris and into the darkest depths of the soul. And even then, he saved me. There was much passion: before, then, and after.

There is no chaos…

But there is, and forever will be, the existence of chaos. For we living beings, Jedi or otherwise, thrive on chaos. Chaos keeps our minds from being bored and our minds from being ignorant to those who wish to harm us. Chaos is a protector, a shield from the life of the vulnerable and mundane. He was walking chaos from the time of his birth until his… Chaos exists. It has to…

There is no death…

I will believe the "wise" ones before me when I see evidence with my own two eyes. Some have come back in visions to help guide the younger generation of "peace keepers". None have come back to say "goodbye". I want to believe…I truly do. But, tell that to my heart.

Bastila's chocolate hair fell into her face, sticking to her damp cheeks as she turned away from the glass and crossed her arms over her chest as if to protect herself from the outside. Her pointer finger was damp from her writing in the fog:

REVAN

Porcelain eyelids closed slowly as her head began to droop. Bastila's feet shuffled toward the bed, off to another night of sleeping alone, wondering, hoping, meditating, crying…

A breeze rushed through the empty, enclosed room. Bastila's robes fluttered around her hour-glass frame as her skin bumped from the chill in the air. Her hair brushed backwards and a tear freely flowed from the corner of her eye. It traveled down the edge of her nose, onto her cheek bone and then, stopped. The pride of the Jedi gasped almost silently as the echo of a deep voice flooded her mind.

"There is no fear, for we can take on forever. I'm still here, princess"

END

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{RavensDescendant}