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Chapter 2
Revan destroyed the last of the assault droids that was sent after them. Really, Malak must think that he only had to deal with Jedi. This was the reason why Malak could never hope to beat him. When Revan was training under the Echani, he had heard them say that the best way to understand a person was to see them fight. And Revan had sparred against Malak enough to understand his once best friend. Malak always used his brute strength, constantly trying to wear his opponent down. Where as Revan was more… elegant. There wasn't another word to describe how Revan faught. What Revan failed to mention was that because of Malak's brute strength... well… wait that's off subject.
Bastila too, found no challenge in the droids. I mean really, machines against the two most powerful Sith Lords… who do you think would win? Still, Bastila didn't care what she faced as long as Revan was by her side. As long as they loved each other, they were unstoppable, they couldn't be beaten. No matter what Malak sent after them, she and Revan would defeat it.
Spotting several Jedi and Dark Jedi on catwalk a little below them Bastila and Revan jumped down. The two Sith Lords landed in the middle of the fighting, one Dark Jedi found a lightsaber in his chest. The Jedi continued to fight thinking they got reinforcements, only to find their heads removed from their bodies. That left one Jedi and two Dark Jedi to finish off. Bastila faced off against the Dark Jedi as Revan fought the Jedi. Canderous and HK ran down another catwalk to catch up to the two Sith Lords. By the time they did catch up the fighting was already finished.
Bastila stopped for a brief second, trying to decide whether to go left or right. Her heart told her to go left, so she went left. Had she still been a Jedi, she would have reached out through the force. But Revan had taught her to follow her heart, that there was nothing more important than listening to your heart. Revan had taught her that, he had taught the same thing all those months ago when she was a Jedi.
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Bastila sat next to Revan, or Anakin as he was called now, on his bunk. He was wearing black Mandalorian Assault Armor, the helmet resting at his feet. She was wearing a spare blue Mandalorian Assault armor without the helmet. He had given it to her when they were on Taris, at the time she didn't mind, mainly because it was either the armor or the slave girl outfit. While on Taris she had worn the helmet, mainly so that the Sith didn't recognize her. When they returned to Dantooine, she had lost the helmet but kept the armor.
His eyes were looking at her, silently waiting for her to say something. She was staring at the floor in front of her trying to decide what to say to him. She didn't know what to do, she didn't know what to say. She was confused and at the same time at peace. She hadn't felt that kind of peace since she was younger and Revan was still a Jedi. But they weren't supposed to feel love. She shouldn't need to be near him to be at peace, she should follow the code.
"Anakin, we can't do this. It's against the code, and I… I can't divert you from that path," she said, her words sounding hollow to her own ears. This was for the best… right? It was to save both of them from the Dark Side… right? Love was the path to the Dark Side… wasn't it? In all truth, she didn't know what was right anymore.
"Why?"
"Why what?" she asked lifting her head to look him in the eyes.
"Why," he paused, trying to figure out the best way to fraise his question. "Why end this?"
Bastila was about to say something but stopped and looked back down to the floor. She wanted to say it was against the Jedi Code. That their feelings for the other were no thing more then because of the powerful force bond they share. But it was also because of that bond that she didn't know what to do. She could constantly feel him at the back of her mind, but when she was this close to him she could feel an overwhelming warmth. And when she walks away, there isn't that warmth anymore.
She soon felt his gloved hand rest on her bare cheek, shifting her gaze so that she looked him in the eye. Bastila found that her hand had found its way to Revan's, gripping it slightly. Bastila found that warmth spread and she felt oddly at peace. She wanted to look away, anywhere but at his questioning gaze but found she couldn't. But the more she looked into his eyes, the more she found herself enticed. She also found herself getting closer to his face, even though she didn't want to. And yet at the same time she couldn't help herself.
Soon enough their lips met and the two fell back onto the bunk, their legs intertwining. She knew this wasn't right, or was that just the Jedi training telling her what to do. She was taught that this wasn't right that this was wrong but... but it felt so right at the moment. It didn't make sense, how was something that was supposed to be wrong, feel so right. Bastila could feel his love not just through the bond they share, but through the way he kissed her. It was gentle and caring as if he was afraid that if he was too rough then she would break. She felt his one hand on her neck deepening the kiss while the other hand slid around her waist pulling her gently to him.
When they pulled apart for air, her life time of Jedi training showed itself. She bolted upright and got as far away as the small bunk allowed. "No, we… we shouldn't have done that. We're Jedi, we should be stronger then this."
Anakin sighed and shifted his feet off of the bunk, sitting upright. "Bastila, you're talking about human nature as if it was some kind of sin."
"It's different for you. You've only had a few months of training, but me… I grew up with these teachings. I was never good at controlling my emotions, my teachers constantly berated me because of it, and this just proves that."
"They had no right to. What they are asking is against human nature itself."
"We are Jedi, we should be above this."
"You are also a woman, just like I am also Mandalorian. Asking us to suppress our emotions is the same as asking us to stop being human. But the truth is we can't. It is a part of us, and that will never change."
"I can see the wisdom in your words, but it goes against everything that I had been taught for my entire life. How do I know we won't fall to the dark side?"
"Bastila, what does your heart tell you to do?"
Her heart tell her to do? She's never thought about that. Her Jedi Masters had always taught her to reach out through the force and let it guide you. And all of her training told her this was wrong, and at the same time… Her heart told her this was right. To be with the man she loves… had always loved ever since they were academy students on Dantooine. But, she never thought too much about those feelings she felt for him. When he became the Dark Lord, she thought she could never love him. But those feelings never went away, why else would she save him when Malak betrayed him. Why else would she plead with the Jedi Masters not to erase Revan's memories?
"I just need more time."
Anakin nodded, picked up his helmet, standing he headed for the main hold. Before he left he turned and faced Bastila, "Very well, Bastila. I will give you all the time you need. You will find that I am a very patient man. When you are ready I will be waiting for you." With that he placed his helmet back on and left. She gave a weak "Thank you" as he left, leaving her to her thoughts.
She asked herself how she could keep lying to him. How she could keep his real identity from him? But what if he found out the truth, what if he went back down that same dark path? And what if he dragged her down with him to that dark abyss? What then? It should be easy to remember her Jedi training, and yet… she can't. Whenever the mere thought of Revan enters her mind, years of Jedi training go out the air-lock. Even in the academy she couldn't pay attention to the lesson after she had gotten to know Revan more.
She couldn't deny that she didn't like the feel of Revan's lips on hers. Hell, she enjoyed it more then anything else she had experienced. The feeling of his arms around her brought her a sense of peace that she never thought she would be able to achieve. And when he removes his arms, she loses that sense of peace becoming instantly confused and unable to make heads or tails of her emotions. She had the distinct feeling she was fighting the inevitable.
Sighing to herself she got up and on her way out she ran into Carth, "Have you seen Anakin?"
"He's in the cockpit."
"Thank you," she said, heading towards the cockpit.
She found Anakin in the pilot's chair. He was leaning back, his feet propped up, his hands behind his head, and his helmet on the console to his left. She stood there, wondering to herself if this was right. After several minutes of a mental cat-fight, she decided to go with it. "Anakin?"
The only clue she had that he heard her was his reflection. She saw his eyes open, gazing at her own reflection in the view port. "Yes," he simply said.
"Could I ask you a favor?"
"Anything," he said lowering his feet and turning around.
"Hold me, it's the only way I can get any sense of peace," her eyes silently pleading.
He opened his arms and she took her place on his lap, her back against his chest. They spun around raising their feet up again. She snuggled up closer to him, his chin resting on the top of her head, his arms around her waist. She closed her eyes allowing that sense of peace and that feeling of warmth to overflow her body. She relaxed into his soft embrace not caring about the Jedi teachings. She didn't care that their love could lead them to the dark side. But that was what didn't make sense. How could some one who loves her so much be so evil? She didn't have an answer but she didn't care. All she cared about was Revan, that's what mattered to her.
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The elevator opened in front of Bastila, snapping her out of her day dream, as dozens of Dark Jedi came running out. She and Revan wadded into the wave, blocking or stabbing. Canderous and HK picked off anyone that didn't get impaled by a saber. Really, you would think that Malak would learn. I mean, did he really think that these weaklings could stand against them. And this is why that Revan could always kick Malak's ass.
It is once again shown that Malak uses brute force to compensate for his lack of strategic intellect... or lack of a brain in general. This was true even during the Mandalorian Wars. Malak could never see why Revan did what he did. Revan prided himself in being able to out think the best of strategic minds. Revan prided in his ability to be able to see at least three to four moves ahead of his opponent. Malak was always too narrow minded, he never could think ahead.
Sighing to himself, Revan brought his lightsaber through the neck of yet another Dark Jedi that came rushing through the elevator. This was getting old, really fast. Revan's left blade snapped into his hand, blocking an attack. Bastila brought one end of her blade through the same Dark Jedi. The two Sith Lords extended a hand, lightning jumping out of the fingers. Only instead of the regular white lightning, this was purple. Draining the life out of the remaining Sith, and transferring it to Revan and Bastila refueling their strength.
Stepping over the dead bodies, the four of them entered the elevator, and waited until it stopped. Revan and Bastila stood in front of the door, their hands out stretched. Bastila's right hand over Revan's left hand. Lightning slowly circling around arms and gathering in their palms. As soon as the doors opened, the lightning leapt from their fingers frying anyone and anything that was there. Stepping over the fried bodies they entered another room.
"The control room," Bastila said from his left. "I'll have to stay here and use my Battle Meditation so that the Republic Fleet doesn't break through. Malak should be that way," she said, pointing to a door off to the right. She then walked into the middle and knelt down, facing the holo-projector in the middle of the room, the force flowing through her.
"Canderous, HK, make sure no one gets through that door," Revan said pointing to the door behind Bastila. Canderous nodded before he and HK exited through the door and locked it behind them. Revan turned back to Bastila, knowing she was in deep meditation. He removed his mask and pecked Bastila on the check, "Be careful, my love." He said before turning towards the door she mentioned earlier. He thought he heard a "You be careful" at the back of his mind.
"Time to end this," Revan thought as he placed his mask on and walked through the door.
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