There's something to be said about how alcohol can help the ideas flow A LOT better. There's also something to be said about how Word 2016's auto correct is really terrible; it kept correcting 'teeth' to 'teether' (and that's not a word)! Anyways, this chapter came to me much faster than I thought it would and I figured, I have the time, so I got some alcohol, some music, and I started to write the story out! Takes place IMMEDIATELY following the last chapter

Bastila's Redemption

Chapter 2: Confliction

"You have won, Jedi. This is my loss." Mandalore struggled to breath as the wound of having a lightsaber through one of his lungs made it difficult to speak, let alone breath. "However, you may have won this war…but you will not win the next one…"

Revan, although weary from the drawn-out fight with the leader of the Mandalorians, turned his gaze in shock at the statement. "What are you talking about?"

"You…you didn't really think that your Republic…truly eliminated the True Sith…from so long ago did you?" Mandalore gasped out, the act of talking becoming more difficult as he struggled not to choke as the blood coming up his throat from his punctured lung threatened to suffocate him.

Revan only stared down at the man, half not believing the dying warrior but also half dreading the thought of the true Sith still surviving. He didn't know what to do. He had lost enough of his army alone to Malachor. He was also tired enough of the conflict as is; he wasn't sure he could bear another.

"Seek out...Dromund Kaas in the Unknown Regions…if you're set on not believing me…" With such words spoken, Mandalore breathed his last and passed from the world. Revan stared down with little concern. Many people said all sorts of things in their final moments; be it to alleviate their consciousness or to hopefully find a shred of mercy in their would-be killer. Revan was cautious to both. But he knew the more immediate threat was the Mandalorians. He reached down and grabbed the mask of the fallen Mandalore and tore it off; the bindings tearing off as he tugged harshly. The Mandalorians required a leader. He would give them none. With the mask of Mandalore he would scatter the Mandalorians and hopefully return peace to the Republic.

His holo-communicator sounded off, he already knew who it would be. "Revan, is it over?" It was Malak. Overly careful he was; always checking in on Revan and Meetra; especially as the toll of war continued to increase. Friends were more likely to die and it was only natural that he would check in on those who he deemed his closest friends.

"It's over. Mandalore is dead. With his mask, I will scatter the Mandalorian clans. Are there any survivors of Malachor?" Revan asked. He assumed the worse. Meetra was just outside of Malachor's orbit when Bao-Dur activated the Mass Shadow Generator.

"Meetra and a handful of others that we know of. However, Meetra has said that she plans to return to the Jedi. I…I've felt the scars upon her through the Force. It would be better if we killed her." Malak's voice was cold, though in it's own way, Revan knew he still cared for the woman. They grew up together and Meetra had been an invaluable General in the war. He must have sensed something in her that made him deem her death a more preferable alternative.

He reached out in the Force, trying to sense where he would assume Meetra's presence would be; around Malachor. He sensed nothing, or rather, he felt a void in the Force. It was interesting, but he somehow knew she was alive. "No…leave her. She's already dead."

"As you wish, Master. What of the remaining Mandalorians?"

"I learned of a possible Sith threat in the unknown regions. Dromund Kaas was the name of the planet Mandalore gave me before he died. Issue a statement saying that Mandalore is dead and that all remaining Mandalorians remaining are to disarm and surrender their Basilisk Droids. Any opposition are to be hunted down."

The hologram of Malak nodded, "My officers have already reported that some of the Mandalorians have fled into the Unknown Regions, we are going to give pursuit. What about you, Master?"

Revan didn't respond right away, though he gave a weary sigh. "I'm done with war."

"But Master, this could be our chance to end this threat, once and for all!"

"I'm done, Malak. I'm tired of all of this." With that, Revan cut off the holo-call. He had thoughts of returning immediately to the Jedi as Meetra had stated, but…he didn't want to go back to the Jedi. He couldn't be a Jedi, not after what he was responsible for; not now. Bastila was a strong woman, she could survive without him. He turned and walked towards his private shuttle. He would go his own way, until he found peace…or a balance.

Revan's eyes fluttered awake as white-hot pain coursed through his side. It was as the pain was at its worse that Revan immediately awoke. He pushed off the floor with his arm and looked down at the source of the pain. A large portion of shrapnel, likely form the interior of the bridge, had embedded itself into his side. Revan looked at the blood that was flowing freely; deducing quickly that such blood loss would result in his inevitable death if he didn't do something quick.

Revan looked around and found a piece of shrapnel that was small enough to fit in his mouth, he grabbed it and put it in his mouth; clenching his teeth around it. He took a deep breath in preparation for what he was about to do. He grasped the shrapnel in his side, tearing it out with a painful grunt before quickly grabbing his lightsaber, thankfully still clipped to his belt, igniting it before running it along the surface of his wound; searing it shut.

Revan swore if it wasn't the material used to hold the ship together he would have bit straight through it, the pain was so great. Thankfully he eyed the wound as he seared it shut and immediately retracted the blade the moment the wound was cauterized and use the Force to dull the pain. It took a great deal of concentration to keep the pain below a management level, but he looked around the Bridge of Bastila's flagship. It was in complete tatters and the ship was slowly getting destroyed.

Either the Republic had gotten a clear shot of the ship and decided to take it down, regardless of the fact that he was on-board the ship, or…more likely, that Malak had sensed his presence and deemed the loss of Bastila's Battle Meditation a necessary lost if it rid him of Revan.

Revan groaned he got to his knees looking around hoping to find the young woman. There in front of him laid the unconscious woman though she was in far worse shape than he last saw her. Being in front of him, as he had held her in his arms as the turbolasers struck the bridge she was burnt all over, much of her robes were burnt harshly and a nasty head wound showed on her head, right at the temple.

Revan felt a pang of fear shoot through him. Despite his claims of Bastila being killed by the corrupt woman she claimed to be; he still cared deeply for her. He struggled to reach her to determine her status. Thankfully, both through the Force touching his index and middle finger to her neck, he was able to determine she was still alive. However, the Force told him her life force was fading.

'Oh no, you're not going to get off that easily.' Revan thought hastily, as he rolled Bastila onto her back, placing his hands on onto her stomach and upper chest respectively. 'You're going to have to drag me down with you if you think you're not going to make amends for what you've done.'

Revan felt his own life force leave him as he pushed it into Bastila's own fading life-force. He wasn't quite sure what it would do to him or her in the end, but he felt the overall price worthy of such a sacrifice.

Thankfully Revan's gambit paid off as he saw the more severe wounds on Bastila start to knit themselves together alongside the nasty head wound she received. Revan sighed in both relief and exhaustion as he struggled to not simply fall down.

The shipped rumbled harshly again and it drew Revan's attention to the what remained of the viewport that wasn't entirely blocked off by the Life Support sealing the breaches. He saw additional turbolasers heading straight towards the ship and he recognized the aggressor. The Leviathan. Malak's flagship. 'I guess I was right in my previous hunch.' Revan thought with a small amount of amusement. He struggled to his feet; picking Bastila's limp form up in his arms as he stood up.

It was time to get off this ship and hopefully they could both get into his shuttle (or any shuttle for that matter) and not immediately get shot down by Republic or Imperial forces in their escape.

Revan stumbled out the bridge with the young woman in his arms; thankfully all the personnel were more focused on escaping rather than the fact that a Jedi was in their ship with their Commanding Leader in his arms. It was a curious thing that they were so quick to abandon loyalty when their own lives were on the line, but Revan in that moment quite welcomed it; as long as he himself had a way to escape.

It only took another few minutes to reach the hanger in which he docked his shuttle. Thankfully no one had managed to steal it; surprising in that Revan was never good at slicing and hacking so he wouldn't know how to put a good encryption on his ship's computer in order to prevent it from being hijacked.

He ran up the loading dock only briefly dumping Bastila in the Med-Bay before hurrying to the cockpit to fire the ship up. He put in a predestined course to Dantooine in the ship Navigation System, fired up the ships engines and hit Lightspeed.

They were on the other side of the known galaxy and Dantooine would be about a three-day journey. That would leave him plenty of time to get some rest. First things first though. Revan walked to his own quarters on the ship, reaching into his small duffle bag he carried on. He pulled out a small collar.

Bastila had proved to be as strong as he thought, and he was certain she held more surprises in store for him. It was only due to him playing on her temperament that he was able to win as easily as he did. With the element of surprise, she could easily beat him. He wasn't about to take any chances. He walked to the Med-Bay where the young woman was still unconscious; he hated the idea of putting a Force Suppression collar on her; the memories of himself wearing one still all too fresh in his mind, but it was either that or risk his own defeat or death by her hands.

He clasped the collar around her neck, setting its settings to its highest settings. She would almost as useless as someone who was blind to the Force, maybe more-so since she was trained to rely on it her whole life.

Revan stepped out of the Med-Bay, shutting the door and inputting an external code so that it could only be opened from the outside with his specific code. She may be weak without the Force, but he would be a fool to believe her to be completely helpless; besides, he needed the rest.

The short distance from the Med-Bay to his quarters seemed far longer…and far harder than the walk of carrying Bastila to the shuttle, but as he saw the comforter he didn't have the strength to shed himself of him robes as he fell into a deep slumber.

Nothing gave him an indication, but yet he still woke with a start. He didn't know why anymore; but it was a habit he formed during the Mandalorian Wars; especially during his stint on Dxun. He sat up and looked at the chrono which he adapted to Dantooine's time. Middle of the night by their standards. He somewhat groggily walked to the cockpit to look at the Navigational Computer. Just under two days left. Much too long in times of war; particularly a war he had no desire to be a part of until he learned of the participation of Bastila.

Revan ran a hand through his lengthy dark brown hair. It would be best to check on the young woman to see if she was still alive. He knew she was, he could still sense her presence, but it would be best to check on her to see if her condition had worsened.

He inputted the code to the Med-Bay, he held off for a moment before hitting the confirmation button to sense the interior of the room. He sensed no indication of movement or the woman being awake. He pushed the button and the door slid open with a hiss.

He didn't except to feel a hand on his chest to push him against the opposite wall, the sulfuric eyes of Bastila eying him with a slight mischievous glint in them. "Hello Revan."

He was surprised, but he did his best not to show it. Instead he looked down calmly at the young Dark Lady, "Hello Bastila. Did you sleep well?"

A nasty grin broke out on Bastila's face; thankfully her teeth were still white and straight. "Oh? So, you do care. That's awfully sweet of you." She leaned her face in closer to Revan's feeling his breath.

The distance was near uncomfortable for Revan. He had only been this close to her once and it was when he left for the Mandalorian Wars. Now with her as his enemy, he didn't quite know how to react other than his usual quips. "When am I not?" He forced a grin.

"You did slap this suppression collar on me, that wasn't very nice of you." Bastila responded, her grin being replaced with a slight frown. "I assume you are taking me back to the Jedi."

Revan nodded, he would at least be truthful as to their destination. As to what the Council would do to Bastila he didn't quite know. He could only hope for the best. "Dantooine to be exact."

The brightness of Bastila's sulfuric eyes dulled somewhat. "I see. You would have me severed from the Force or worse, they could very well wipe my mind."

Revan's gaze hardened as he pushed off the wall, thereby packing Bastila into the opposite wall, just next to the Med-Bay door. "You of all people should know, that I will never allow that to happen; especially to you."

A slight smirk showed, "You seem to care an awful lot for your enemy. I wonder why that is? And don't give me the whole 'Jedi believe in preserving all life', I know there's something else."

"Because I believe that deep inside, that the true you is still alive. You've only but suppressed it; buried it beneath the pain you feel."

Bastila wasn't convinced, Malak had shown her enough of the contradictions of the Jedi. They preached that they were protectors of the Republic and, yet they refused to assist in defending it from the Mandalorians and even condemned the Jedi who broke off to fight in the War. However, once a faction who called themselves Imperials and Sith came into recognition they gave no hesitation to take up arms. "Forgive me Revan if I don't believe you. You more than I know the hypocrisy of the Jedi. Malak alone has shown me that and that's not looking at the actions you took in the Mandalorian Wars."

Revan stood in silence as he looked down at the woman in front of him. He could feel the anger and pain she felt. She hid it beneath the surface, but she was pained…and angry at his leaving her with the Jedi when he, Malak, and Meetra left for the frontlines of the Mandalorian Wars. Compounded with that he and Meetra all but disappeared at the Wars end and here she ended up.

"Then I only ask for you to have faith in me. Not in the present, but for who you knew me as. I swear to you, no harm will co-"

Bastila cut him off, standing up and pushing her lips against his own. It was a breach of both their codes. She didn't care about her own, but she knew Revan still head to the Jedi Code; she only needed to know how much.

Revan was surprised by the action. Bastila was never this forward; she never showed any affection to him outright. He knew it was there and that was enough for him, to just sense it. He didn't pull away, it was a new thing to him, but yet it felt so right. But he didn't respond. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction.

She broke off kiss; her lustful gaze staring into his clouded brown orbs. "I've wanted to do that for quite some time; a shame you didn't kiss me back. Here I thought you would easily give up the Jedi Code."

Revan didn't speak, still taking in the shock of the woman kissing him. He did his belt to keep his expression stoic; devoid of all emotion. Thankfully the weight of the situation caught up to him which helped him change his thoughts. "I will not betray those I believe in; never as easily as you did."

"Then I guess it was a last chance to have some form of fun before my inevitable fate that's worse than death, by the hands of the Council." Bastila responded, dejectedly.

With that Revan grabbed Bastila by her shoulders and shoved her back into the Med-Bay, uncaring as to how she reacted as he quickly shut the door and re-locked the door with a code. She was seemingly fine, all things considered, and there was two more days to Dantooine. As long as he fed her at least once in that time she should survive just fine.

He went to the cockpit of the ship, where he held all his communications equipment and attempted to make contact with the Council.

A few beeps went off before a answer came. "Ah, Knight Revan, what news do you have for us?" it was Vandar who answered. Thankfully so, as he, other than Zhar were the more agreeable of the Jedi Council on Dantooine. They were amongst the few who were wholeheartedly for his reinstatement into the Jedi Order. The more radicals of the Order such a Vrook or Atris were pushing to have him put on trial for his actions against the Jedi Order in 'stealing' away so many prospective Jedi to fight in the Mandalorian Wars

"Bastila Shan has been captured. She is, apparently, in fine health and is currently resting. We will be arriving in two standard days' time."

Vandar didn't respond at first, taking in the information. "This is quite the surprise, We weren't sure if you would be capable of capturing Padawan Shan alive. Admiral Dodonna reported to us that Malak had fired upon her ship around the same time you were facing her and she reported you two as killed in action."

"I am hard to kill, Master." Revan retorted, allowing a slight smirk to show on his face.

"Nonetheless, continue on your course to bring her here and the Council will convene on her impending fate." Vandar made a gesture to disconnect, but Revan interrupted.

"A moment Master." Vandar stopped his action to disconnect the holo-call. "Is it by chance possible that Bastila will either have her connection to the Force severed or have her identity wiped?"

"That is a question I am unable to answer with complete honesty, Knight Revan. As per my own opinion I do not believe that such a fate will come to her that she will lose her identity, but know that I am one against several others in the Council. Her fate may be different than what I desire." Vandar's expression became grim as he came to the realization to what Revan was really asking. "You disapprove."

"Bastila deserves to make amends for what's she's done; but we must also recognize that she was but a teenager when Malak seduced her to the Dark Side. Her actions are her own and she must own up to them; but the true culprit behind them is Malak. From an outside view, if we can turn Bastila's Battle Meditation against Malak, it could very prove to be the turning point in this war. Know that if the Council seeks to kill Bastila or in any way condemns her to a fate worse than death, then I will disobey. That is my official warning." Revan replied.

Vandar took the warning in stride, taking a small amount of relief in that Revan was giving an up-front warning of what he would do should the Council decree a punishment unfit for Bastila in regards to what Revan deems her for. "You may consider me warned. Unofficially I trust your judgment, Knight Revan, though I will officially disapprove of your actions should they go against the Council's decision. In the meantime, we shall reconvene when you return to Dantooine." With that the elder Jedi Master disconnected the holo-call.

Revan gave a sigh. Despite his promise, he didn't actually know what he would do should the worse come and he would have to the disobey the Council to save Bastila. She seemed so far gone from the young girl he knew. Where would he start? How would he even start? Best bets he could get would be to start with the Republic Navy.

He could only hope and trust in the Force.

Okay! That's a fast chapter already done! I hope you enjoyed it. So I clarified what I was going for with Revan in the last chapter, this time I will do the same with Bastila. This is a Bastila who (unoriginally) was around Revan before the Mandalorian Wars and was tutored by him in their free time. This Bastila is one who felt betrayed by Revan leaving her behind to join the Mandalorian Wars and thereby disappearing at the Wars end. As a result she joins Malak. This Bastila is still plagued by her affections for Revan and thereby has less inhibitions in showing them; taking an extra bit of joy in that Revan still (as best he can) tries to hold to the Jedi Code. Anyways I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Sadly I highly doubt the next chapter will come out as fast, but I'll see what I can do with the holidays coming up soon! If you like the chapter feel free to favorite or leave a review. If you have questions, suggestions, or errors I need to fix feel free to leave them in the review as well or shoot them my way in a PM. I'll be sure to answer them! I'll see you next time!