'I'm finally going to do it!' The woman thought to herself
'I'm going to do what I've been training for months to do, I'm going to capture Revan!'
Granted she was part of a strike team consisting of some of the greatest Jedi masters and knights the order could spare, yet she could count herself among them. The strike was meant to happen in a month from now, it was astounding how far she had come, from knowing nothing those fourteen years ago, into the warrior she now was, even at the young age of nineteen. She as going to train the hardest she ever had, hopefully Master Vrook would allow some extra lessons in saber combat in preparation.

27th of the 9th month.
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This was it, the moment the gathered Jedi had arrived for, Bastila, however, was getting nervous, despite having some of the best masters and knights the council could provide, she was unsure at their chances of defeating Revan, Revan had been one of the greatest Jedi produced in the last century, maybe even millennia, she would not let these thoughts get to her she was a paragon of the Light, and the Light always prevailed over Dark, that and of course she knew Malak would betray Revan by firing the Leviathans guns on Revan's ship, she laughed when she recalled memories of the other life, a woman not of this universe, the memories had started when she was five, they had caused a minor seizure of sorts and scared her parents half to death, but in the end she was fine, and the memories gave her a world of untapped knowledge and potential.
"Well the force most certainly works in mysterious ways," she muttered under her breath, laughing at the quote readily used by her Masters.
She was jolted out of her wandering thoughts by one of her companions.
"We're boarding now, best get ready," the Knight cautioned.
And get ready she did, giving a slight morale booster to her allies, while decreasing her foes slightly as soon as the landing bay opened the Jedi leapt into action, Blue and Yellow blades slicing through the air, decimating the Sith troops, they stood no chance, being annihilated in mere moments.

The Jedi hurried through the ship, slay any who dared stand in there way, one managed to get a lucky shot in that hit one of the knights square between the eye, He was dead before he even hit the ground, Bastila was on the trooper before he could react delivering a fatal blow to his mid-section, the lightsaber cauterized his flesh as soon as it made contact allowing the Padawan and escape from seeing his entrails bursting from the wound. There was no time to mourn the loss, they had an objective and needed to see it through, though Shan was slightly shocked that they had lost a comrade. Heading deeper into the ship they fought their way in till they arrived at the bridge, the sight that greeted them was not expected, Revan was standing proud hands behind back, Revan was also not choking the officer as in the game rather there were several officers standing at attention flanking the Dark Lord in two single file lines. This greatly surprised Bastila she was expecting an executed officer not loyalists standing beside the Dark Lord, still she had a mission to complete and she would make her Masters proud.
"Give up Revan, you cannot win!" Confidence brimming in her voice.
"But my dear Bastila, I've already won." Revan's modulated voice held a lazy confidence that confused her, "Admiral what's the status of the Leviathan?"
"My lord, the Leviathan attempted to fire on us, but the sabotage worked, all of her weapon systems are offline as well as their shields being down."
"Very good Admiral please hail the Leviathan."
"Patching you through now."
Malak's cruel visage appeared on the screen, a scowl strewn across his face.
"Ah Apprentice." Came Revan's crisp voice, "I see you attempted to fire on my ship, A mistake in your calibrations no doubt?"
"A grand miscalculation on my part dear Master."
The hatred dripping off his voice was tangible.
"Well dear apprentice, I do believe I made myself crystal clear the last time you attempted to usurp me, clearly your jaw was not a hard-enough lesson."
Revan's tone slowly turned to ice as hear little speech went on. "Now I am feeling generous, so you have the option to lay down all your arms and surrender."
"You think I will ever bow to you again? Not on your kriffing life!" Malak spat.
"Very well Malak, defiant and stubborn till the end, you may fire when ready admiral."
"At once my lord."
"you're a whore-spawn Revan, may you be cur-"
"Goodbye Malak."
The feed cut off as the Leviathan was torn to pieces. Bastila seemed to notice a slight sigh in the Sith's voice, some form of regret that it had come to this maybe? Bastila was worried, it was not meant to happen like this, her confidence was faltering, how could this group of Jedi defeat the great Dark Lord of the Sith?
Revan turned her focus to the Jedi, who had been too enraptured by the events to take advantage.
"Now I'm going to allow you to surrender now, no harm will come to you, and those who wish will be allowed to join the ranks after some time."
Bastila was about to reply when the Master accompanying them snapped back,
"We'll never turn to the dark side traitor!" The venom in her voice was almost tangible, while she drew her blue blade quickly coming into form four, Ataru.
"Mmm, Traitor indeed."
Revan ignited a crimson blade, taking up a reverse grip of form five, Djem So. The Master charged using Ataru's aggressive style and supplemented with martial arts and acrobats, her first strike was met easily by Revan's blade, flurry after flurry; lunge after lunge, was met by Revan's solid defense. The master was tiring, a drawback of Ataru was prolonged dueling led to exhaustion, Revan saw an opening and, with the grace and fluidity she had not even seen from Master Vrook, changed into Form seven, Juyo, and unleashed aggressive fury on the poor Master, who valiantly tried to defend herself, but took a crippling blow to her thigh, the crimson blade slicing through muscle, sinew and tendons, cauterizing the wound was the only mercy the Jedi received from the blow, Revan the blasted her with the force flinging her beside the blast doors with a sickening crunch. Bastila watched Revan with fear and slight awe, steeling herself she looked at the other Jedi and saw the same look she had on their faces, they would face death like true Jedi, the three of them charged at the same time, while Bastila came in with her yellow lightsaber arcing down towards the Sith Lord, Revan merely battered her weapon aside and flung her across the room, she heard a crack and pain filled her ribs; her vision was blurry but she could tell the Jedi were no match for the Sith Lord, blasts of lightning and the flurry of sabers flooded the room with multi-colored light, one by one they fell as Bastila's vision faded to blackness.

Greetings one and all, this is a repost of an old story I posted on a different account with a few changes here and there.
It is being uploaded here due to complications I had with the other account and after a long delay due to personal reasons (He's really just super lazy and can't commit to anything)
Hey! I can commit to things!
(right like eating and sleeping too much).

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I'll try update once a month for now, they may come faster or slower depending on how much time I have between studies.
during Holidays I'll try keep a quicker schedule.

Next chapter will be out fairly soon.
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Stay awesome.
Dude Who Likes Pie.