Author's Note: So I finally have an update to the story. Here's Sion.

Disclaimer: I don't own "Star Wars" or "Knights of the Old Republic 2". They both belong to Lucas and Obsidion respectively.

Sion

He is waiting for her now. The one who was once Meetra Surik, now known as the Jedi Exile was coming. Kreia had ordered him to fight her. "Show her every respect when she enters these halls Lord Sion. This I command you."

He glared. It was infuriating. After all this time, he was still bound to the old witch. Her voice continued to crawl in his head, giving him orders and manipulating him. He was her puppet. That was why he had to warn Surik, to protect her so that Kreia could not break her and make her into a voiceless puppet to her will.

As he remembered those lovely blue eyes, his hatred began to slip away. The gray stone that was his body began to break apart and disintegrate. He yelled. This was her fault that his tenuous grip on life was slipping away. His fiery hatred for Surik was painful, but it was through that pain that the fragments that were his body fused back together into one. He hated Surik just as much as he, in his own way, loved her. Their meeting in the old Sith Academy on Korriban was burned into his mind, in a way that even pain could not take away.

…...

As Sion meditated, he sensed the approach of the one he had been searching for, the Jedi Exile. He was not surprised that she had come here. No doubt she had been seeking the Jedi Master that he had killed. The woman had been somewhat clever, but in the end, she was no match for his power. Why she had chosen the Sith Academy as her hiding grounds? Did it not occur to her that this place was a site of frequent pilgrimages for Sith? Perhaps the woman had thought that all of the Sith had been killed when the Star Forge had been destroyed. But the reasons why the woman had been here did not matter. He focused his attention back on the issue of Surik. She was Kreia's new apprentice and the last of the Jedi. Once she was gone, the Jedi ways would fall and he would be avenged on Kreia and her manipulative ways. He stood and walked towards her as she entered the central room of the old Sith Academy.

"Did you come here for answers? There are none," he declared. "The call of Korriban is strong, but it is the call of the dead. I have studied you, immersed myself in you. I know the paths you walked in exile. I know your teacher. I know the fires that raged upon the Dxun moon while the Republic died around you. You know war. You know battle. And I know of Malachor. You know what it means to be broken. The one who travels with you will destroy you as she did me. I can end it before it begins." He admitted that she might know of battle, but she was just a Jedi. And in Sion's experience, most Jedi were weak and easy to kill.

"How do you know Kreia?" Surik asked.

Sion suppressed a smile. Did she honestly think that he was going to willingly give her a straight answer? "I know her as an apprentice knows there Master…and as a Master knows an apprentice."

"What does Kreia want with me?"

Sion hid his shock. Surik, instead of asking pointless questions about his past, was asking about Kreia, up front. "She clings to hope. That perhaps she can train one as great as her first. She is a fool who escaped death once; she will not do so again."

"I will not let you harm her," Surik declared.

Sion scoffed. How could this weak Jedi prevent him from striking back at his old master? And what was so special about this Jedi that Kreia had sought her out for training? "But you do not know her as I do. You have not survived her teachings, as I have. And you have not bested in her battle as I have. You are nothing. Yet still she walks with you. Is willing to sacrifice herself for you! You are a wretched thing, a thing of weakness and fear. You are her apprentice in name only. I am the master. And that is why you will die."

He drew his lightsaber, as the two Sith Assassins with him raised their staffs. He slashed and was blocked by Surik, who had quickly drawn a silver double bladed lightsaber. Sion was shocked. He had not seen a double blade since the one wielded by Exar Kun himself. He covered his shock by slashing once again at her. Surik pivoted, dodging his blow, and striking back with one of her own. He barely had time to parry, before she struck again, aggressively attacking him with slash after slash, until at last, he was dead. Or he would have been dead had he not reached out and used his hatred to heal himself. It raged within him like a fire, a painful charring fire. But Sion had learned to use that pain to his advantage, so he would never die. Still he was shocked. How long had it been since he had faced in opponent that forced him to regenerate himself? Not since the last Jedi War, when there had been a Togruta male who had almost killed him.

To his complete surprise, instead of continuing to fight, Surik disengaged, and fled, her companions running right behind her. When the two assassins made a move to follow, Sion stopped them. "Do not harm her!" he ordered. "I command it. She…has earned this. She and I will meet again."

….

And yet, as he continued to hunt her across the galaxy, he began to be drawn to her. Certainly, he admired her resilience and aggressive stance that was very un-Jedi-like. And yet, she was still compassionate, giving even to those who could give her nothing back. Perhaps, that was why Kreia chose her. Because, Surik was neither Sith nor Jedi, but was a strange and bizarre mix of the two. And perhaps, that was why her beautiful blue eyes were stuck on her mind. And what would it be like to run his hands through her light brown hair? Had he ever felt this way before about anyone? No not even when he fought in the Exar Kun War as a fierce and arrogant Sith Marauder. Although, he had blurry memories of time he was whole, before that Jedi struck him down.

….

He felt shocked as the green blade slashed across his chest, spewing blood. How had he, Sion, the Lord of Pain been defeated after all this time of fighting in the war, his hand covered in the blood of many weak Jedi who had fallen to his blade. The human male looked on calmly at him as if he were dying, which he wasn't.

"That is the way of the dark side Sith," the Jedi spoke condescendingly. "All things end in death."

"No!" a voice screamed within Sion. This could not be. Not when he had fought so hard, and gained so much in the war. But it was. He could feel the room around him slowly fading away. "No!"

With the last of his strength, he reached into his anger and hate, and poured it through, willing his body to heal. Scorching fire burned through him charring all of his organs, yet he refused to give up. With this strength he called back his lightsaber and sprang to his feet, stabbing the Jedi through the chest, not unlike the way he himself had been killed.

The Jedi stood for a moment, gray eyes wide in shock, before collapsing on to the ground. And in that moment, he swore that none would slay him. No he would live forever, as the immortal Lord of Pain.

….

Usually, the thought of his would-be killer would fuel the fires of hatred within him, helping to keep the fractured pieces that were his body together. But today, a young face with brown hair and blue eyes was invading his mind, and would not allow his hatred to remain strong. He hated the Exile for the way she crawled into his mind, and yet, he also pitied Surik. She had been manipulated by Kreia, but at least she was still able to make her own choices. That would change when Kreia broke her. This was why he had followed Kreia's orders to wait for Meetra here in the Trayus Academy, just outside the entrance to the Core.

As she approached one of the doors, he intercepted her, blocking her path."You should not have come to Malachor. She will break you, your mind, your body, you will be lost. Return to the surface. Let the planet claim you, as it claimed the other Jedi. There is no reason for you to suffer at her hands."

Surik looked confused. "Are you showing me mercy?"

Sion suppressed a laugh. Did she honestly think that he, a being completely devoted to the Dark Side would show mercy? "It is not mercy. What awaits you will weaken you. She will break you, as she did me. And you will no longer know yourself."

"Then why are you telling me this?" Surik demanded.

Strangely, Sion found he could not act coy around her, and found himself revealing the truth. "You and her are alike," he mused. "Yet different in all the ways that matter. And I hate you as I hate her. I hate you, because you crawl within my head as she does, but your presence holds no thoughts, no teachings. You are just…there unspoken. I hate you, because you are beautiful to me. And in that weakness lies death. Perhaps, in that weakness is the death of my master as well."

"What is Kreia's weakness Sion?"

Sion laughed inwardly. Had she really not figured it out for herself after all this time? "What it has always been. Her weakness is you."

"Kreia told me your will is what holds you together," Surik stated cautiously.

Sion suppressed a sigh. "It is through the power of the dark side and pain of my anger that I am able to live when so many others around me died."

Surik weighed her decisions before speaking. "I'm not turning back. Stand aside."

Sion shook his head. "I cannot. If you pass, you shall not return as you are now. Return to Malachor, or go through me. There is no middle ground."

"Then let us end this," Surik said simply. "I bear no hatred for you Sion but I must pass."

Sion laughed inside. He had done all he could to save her, and she had turned him down. Now he had to kill her. There was no other way. Perhaps, he had always known that it would end like this. "I am ready for you exile. I have waited years to see the last of the Jedi fall before me. To join the rest that lie buried within this planet's core."

He drew his red bladed lightsaber and unsheathed it. "The end of the Jedi is at hand."

He struck, but Surik had quickly unsheathed her own double bladed weapon and blocked him. She dodged his next attack, and used the left side of her weapon to strike back. Sion quickly found himself becoming exhausted by her furious attacks. Fortunately, he was able to use this frustration to burn through his body, and "heal" himself.

He chuckled. "Now you know the true power of the Dark Side. As long as the dark places of this world flow through the cracks of my flesh I cannot be killed."

"But you can be defeated," Meetra replied simply, before attacking him with her weapon. Sion was quick to block, but he recognized new strength within Meetra that he had not noticed before. She had clearly grown stronger since their first encounter. Once again he found himself almost out of energy and forced to regenerate.

"You are strong," he observed. "As strong as I had believed. But she knows you cannot defeat me. Surrender now. Return to the surface of Malachor. Do not force to destroy you."

"She's only using you to test me Sion," Surik stated, her blue eyes looking into his right eye.

"Should you die, she will be forced to keep me as her apprentice. My training shall be complete as was intended."

"She is only deceiving you. And stop deceiving yourself."

Her words were so persuasive that he almost believed her. Then he shook himself. "You are only trying to make me doubt myself."

He quickly slashed at her, but Surik was quick to block. She continued to fight him. Sion unleashed blue Force lightning from his fingers. But Surik quickly caught and absorbed the lightning, sending it in a hurricane of strength against him. Sion was caught by surprise as the lightning burned through his body. He hated her, and yet he could not help but feel impressed by Surik's skills. She was clearly strong in the Force. And yet, he could not let her face Kreia. He let his frustration once again heal him, and sheathed his blade.

"If I die here," he stated simply. "Then you will have sealed your fate."

"I am stronger then you expect, and stronger then Kreia expects. Let me confront her and we will see," Meetra persuaded.

She was right that she was strong in both lightsaber combat and the Force. And yet, he had nothing. What would he do with himself when Kreia was gone? He had been her puppet for so long that he could not survive on his own, as shameful as that admission was. "There is truth in your words, but there is nothing for me except my master."

Meetra nodded, understanding.

"I fight because that is the power that the Force gives me," Sion explained. "To survive, to inflict the pain on others. I can die a hundred times exile and still I will rise again as strong as before."

Now he had to end her life, to save her from Kreia. He struck with his blade, but Meetra was quick to block his strike. He fought furiously with all of his energy. But it was not enough. A slash from Meetra knocked his lightsaber from his hand and he fell to the floor. No, this could not be happening. "I will not fall," he declared. "I cannot die."

Meetra had sheathed her own blade and kneeled in front of him. "You have fallen, and you are dead. You only must admit it."

"Why did she choose you?" he asked. "What makes you able to defeat me, defeat me here?"

"Because I was able to turn away from it, and you could not."

Sion could not understand. How had she survived Malachor when all those she cared about died around her? "It is not possible to walk away from such things unscarred, to keep living when the universe dies around you."

Meetra gently placed her hands on his shoulders. "To face death and keep standing, it leaves scars, yes. But it also leaves room to heal."

"The Force is who I am," Sion tried to deny was she was saying. "The dark side fills me. It is what I am." And it was all he had ever know his whole life.

"The Force fills an empty shell," Meetra said gently. "There is very little left of the man you once were Sion. You know this."

At last, he understood her. And for the first and last time, he did not try to fight his feelings for her. He gazed into her beautiful blue eyes, and when he ran one of his hands through her soft silky hair, she removed a hand from his shoulders, and gave the hand a reassuring squeeze.

"What kind of life did you live with the Force flowing through you?" she asked finally.

Sion sighed. He had wasted most of his life living in hatred. Only now did he realize his mistake. "It was not. No matter how many I killed, the pain continued to flow through me."

"Kreia," he suddenly remembered. "She will try to break you, to teach how far someone can fall."

And yet, somehow, he felt that Meetra would be more than a match for Kreia. "Her weakness is you, as you were mine. I am glad to leave this place at last." And finally Sion let go, and gave in to the soothing blackness.

Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. And last, but certainly not least, will be Darth Traya/Kreia. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please read and review.