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Evil Ways
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I have him now, thought Bastila Shan readjusting the grip on her lightsaber. This was the moment she would prove to her master, Darth Malak, that she was worthy. More than worthy. She was about to kill Revan, Malak's former master. She knew that if she could defeat Revan, when the opportune moment came, she would have no problem defeating her master and becoming the Dark Lady of the Sith. And Dark Ladies of the Sith, she knew, got an unlimited supply of Force Hair Gel.
Bastila's only problem was, well, Revan was bloody fast. She thrust forward with her lightsaber to stab Revan through his weakened defense, but he wasn't there anymore. He'd jumped right over her, putting enough distance between them to give him time for a shot of fast-acting kolto from a life-support pack. Bastila attacked again only to have Revan dodge. Becoming frustrated, Bastila lunged forward a powerful strike. Her frustration only grew when Revan parried and answered with a flurry of rapid attacks, two out three hitting their marks. Staggering backwards, Bastila tried to call upon the power of the Star Forge to renew her strength, but was unable to focus as Revan drove her backwards.
Envisioning an unlimited supply of Force Hair Gel, Bastila blocked Revan's attack, knocking his lightsaber to the side. Revan dodged her counter attack at the last second, and responded with an attack of his own. As their lightsabers met, it was Red vs Blue trying to gain the upper hand. Disengaging, Revan took a step back.
"Bastila," he said softly, eyes pleading.
"Don't go there." was the reply. But Bastila knew that he would go there. There was no stopping him, that man was like a herd of rabid gizka... on steroids.
"I know there's good in you. I've felt it-" Rev began, but seeing the retort in Bastila's face, he continued, "Don't deny it. If you were truly lost, you would have killed me rather than hear me out. Even now-" he put down his lightsaber. "Here I am, unarmed. Go on and strike me down if you're so dark side."
Bastila hesitated. Revan gave her his very best puppy-dog face. Ah, who was she kidding? She couldn't kill him, not with that face. But then again, there was an unlimited supply of Force Hair Gel to consider. And the Sith had a pretty good benefits package. Hmm... Revan, Force Hair Gel? Revan, Force Hair Gel?
Bastila ran a hand over her hair. Speaking of Force Hair Gel...
Sensing she had not been convinced, Revan sighed and clapped his hands.
There was a click, then drums began to play. A guitar joined them.
Bastila blinked, confused. "What th-"
Revan grinned. "Little something I programmed into the Star Forge, just in case of a situation like this."
With that he took a deep breath and he began to sing.
"You've got to change your evil ways... baby. Before I stop loving you. You've go to change... baby And every word that I say, its true. You've got me running and hiding All over town. You've got me sneaking and peeping, and running you down. This cant go on... Lord knows you got to change-"
"Fine," Bastila interrupted. The music stopped abruptly. "Fine. You're right, you win, I'll give up the dark side, just don't... don't sing about it."
Revan chuckled. "I love you," he said, gathering her in his arms. "And I'm glad to have you back, La-La."
"I told you, DON'T CALL ME LA-LA!"
Laughing, Revan kissed her. "Alrightie then, your Highness."