Knights of the Old Republic: The True Sith
By rosso-bass
Chapter 2 - Bastila
AN: The characters in this story are not mine, nor is the Star Wars Universe.
As soon as Revan had left, Bastila threw off her blankets and sat up, staring into the dark. She resisted the lump in her throat for a moment, but soon began to cry fitfully. She had sensed this day would come, where Revan would leave her to go fight the specters from his past.
As she wept, face in her hands, she reflected bitterly on the fact that one and a half years was not enough time to be with her true love. But there was nothing to be done. Even while Revan was away making his decision, she knew already knew the only decision he could make.
Thinking on the nature of the dark vision they shared, Bastila knew that Revan would very possibly die in his efforts to destroy the threat the evil creatures posed to the galaxy. She shuddered, remembering the pure evil she felt while experiencing Revan's memory.
Absent-mindedly, Bastila looked up from her lap to notice the clock. Revan had already been gone ten minutes! He would soon be back. She climbed out of bed, wiping away the tears on her face and quickly drew a robe around herself. She wandered around the comfortable apartment until she found the nomadic T3-M4.
"Hey," she said quietly, and knocked lightly on his head. "Wake up." T3-M4's central eye turned on, glowing a brilliant blue which stung Bastila's eyes. The little droid emitted a series of irritated tones.
"Shhh," she said. "I know, I'm sorry. You'll be leaving soon, I have instructions for you." T3 issued another series of beeps and turned his body towards her.
"Are you ready?" she asked of the droid. The droid replied with more unintelligible sounds before his central eye switched shades to green. Bastila knelt.
"T3," she began. "You have been with us since Taris. Without you we would never have escaped that place… and for that, I thank you. I'm leaving this message inside you because I've seen glimpses of the future… and the bond that he and I share does not allow him to hide everything from me.
"More of his memories have returned- and they trouble him. He has remembered something, something on the edge of the galaxy, and he believes he must go there to end it. But I'm afraid for him… afraid that he may not return.
"I need you to be the beacon, T3. If he lost out there, on the edge of the galaxy, if he finds whatever terrible thing he has seen, then he may not survive. If he doesn't make it back, then I need you to return to the Republic, find help. If you cannot find me, then seek out the other Jedi. The Republic-" She choked, the lump returning to her throat.
"I can't lose him, even if he believes he's protecting me." She reached forward, touching a button on T3's interface. The green light reverted back to blue.
"That's all T3, thank you." T3's head shifted back to its default placement and he shut down.
Bastila returned to the bed after replacing the robes where she had found them. They were Revan's, and when he left, he would likely take those with him. As she climbed back into bed, she was careful to adjust herself to the same position Revan had left her in.
As she waited, she struggled not to cry again, but the tears came of their own accord. Outside, she heard the security pad being fiddled with. She quickly wiped away her tears again and held in her grief for later.