Chapter 3
Is it the end?
Kran was back on the Ebon Hawk's crew.
Mission had almost been beside herself with excitement at his return. The two righteous Jedi did their best to ignore his presence while Carth began to speak to the Sith with respect. For it was because of him that Dustil decided to work against the Sith as a spy. And that they found the final star map.
At the moment the ship was crash landed on a beach and Naver was inside the Temple with Jolee and Juhani. Kran waited with the others next to the ship, spread out on the golden sand. The others were in the sun soaking up its warmth while Kran hid beneath the shade of the ship with Mission. They both burned far too easily.
He was worried but hid it beneath a calm expression. Slowly he stroked a finger across the Force supressing collar while thinking. It had been a few days since he came back to the Ebon Hawk and it had been ages since the last time he and Naver got to 'talk' in private.
It was starting to get a little frustrating.
"Naver!" Kran's head whipped up at Mission's cheerful cry, the three Jedi were coming down the hill with sombre expressions. Everyone in the crew stood around them, "What's wrong?"
"Bastila, she has fallen to the dark side." Spoke Juhani in a crestfallen voice.
Everyone, but Kran, gave sad expressions. Naver looked at the Sith before turning his attention to Carth, "We can head to the Star Forge now."
"Of course, and what about you? What happened?"
"Naver resisted the dark side." Jolee answered Carth's question, "He showed great willpower to not fall again."
That brightened the mood of the crew. After congratulating the man they all filed into the ship, Naver and Kran followed inside last and veered off to the private room that Naver took up as his own before anyone could realise their intentions.
The former owners of the Ebon Hawk did not waste any personal comfort with it, it was set up with a cosy double bed drilled into the metal and a warm purple lighting, probably to set the mood for any 'guests' they brought in.
Entering the room, Naver turned suddenly and kissed Kran deeply. The Sith bounced off Naver's chest and pressed against the closed door with a surprised sound that came from his throat. Feeling blood rise he kissed back and gripped the other man's robes in tight fists.
"Revan…" Kran gasped out as Naver began to nip and lick at his throat above the collar.
"I want at least one last moment, if one of us dies in the Star Forge…"
"No, we will both survive." Kran spoke as confidently as he could even though fear gripped his heart. They couldn't die, not now after everything and after getting back together despite the trouble with Naver's memory, he would not allow it.
Naver's eyes softened as he knew what was going through his lovers mind and gave a smile before kissing Kran again. Their tongues stroked each other's until they were purple in the face from the lack of air.
As fast as possible they tore their robes away and latched together tightly, Kran moaned as he tightened his grip on the back of Naver's head. Hopping up, he wrapped his legs around his lover's hips and hanged on.
"Ah!" They moaned together as Naver slid inside Kran and together they grinded.
Kran panted as Naver gave light kisses along his cheeks, his eyes watered from the pleasure and arched backwards into the door as Naver's hot tip thrust against his sensitive bundle of nerves deep in his prostate.
"Master Revan!" Kran bit into Naver's collar bone and held on as the other man thrust harder, jerking him roughly into the hot metal. The room spun making Kran have to squeeze his eyes tightly closed.
"Kran…" Naver moaned deeply into Kran's hair and gripped the soft flesh of his arse in tight fingers as he thrust. Using his grip and strength he moved them away from the door and laid Kran down on the bed, still standing Naver arched up the Sith's arse and pounded in harder.
To cover his hoarse cries, Kran pressed his knuckles between his teeth and tried to hide his pleasure wrought face with his other wrist. Naver gazed down at him with hooded eyes, loving the look the other man had.
The tight arse around him pulsed and squeezed at his base every time he hilted as they both grew close to the finale. They were desperate for the release, to feel the burn of their lust and love towards each other.
"Naver, we will be heading off now. Carth has the pilot seat and is waiting for you." Missions voice broke through the mist that took their minds over, Naver slowed his pace and took deep breaths.
"Thank you Mission, I will be out in a moment." Naver's voice had a slight tremble, they both prayed that the young Twi'lek wouldn't question it.
"Ok, but make it quick." They listened to her faint steps and sighed out in relief, they hadn't even sensed her presence.
"Please, Revan."
Once more Naver sped up his pace, more determined to bring along their release then before. Kran wrapped his arms around the back of the Jedi's neck and kissed him deeply to muffle both their cries.
Finally they came.
Kran slumped into the bed and Naver panted into the hot flesh under his chin. With a reluctant groan he pulled out and stood, while still panting and trying to catch his breath the tall man wiped away their thick residue and dressed into his robes.
After a pause Kran finally rolled from the bed and followed suite, the two men sent each other a glance to make sure the other was presentable before leaving the room. Naver went to the front of the Ebon Hawk to speak with Carth while Kran went to the armoury to make certain was up to speed with their suicide run.
No one was there much to his relief, it gave Kran the needed silence to tinker with his duo-bladed Lightsaber. It relieved plenty of his stress and worry allowing his whole being to relax.
When the fight on the Star Forge came he would be ready.
-KOTOR-
They fought tooth and claw through the dark fleets of the Star Forge. There were sith apprentices, powerful droids that Kran had never witnessed before, and floods of sith soldiers.
Naver, Kran, and Mission stuck together and cut through the waves, they never paused to back track and kept moving at a fast pace. They were able to reach the central communications room in record time.
Inside Bastila stood from her meditation and raised her hand towards the three.
Kran felt the tickle of the force and leapt to Mission, taking her up in is arms he was able to protect her with his own body as they were sent flying out the door and skidded across the ground. Naver cried out to them before the door shut, separating them.
"No!" Kran rushed to the door and slammed his fist against it, he ingnited his red blade and tried to make a hole, "Damn it! The metal is too thick to cut through."
"Let's get back to the Ebon Hawk, Daxie. Naves will be fine." Mission tugged gently at Kran's robe sleeve. She could hear the clicking of sith droids heading to their position.
Hearing the nervous fear in the young girl's voice and the Droids made Kran stand back reluctantly, "Naver will be fine." He repeated it a couple of times, as if trying to convince himself it was true, then led the way back through the Star Forge.
It was harder without the help of Naver's Jedi powers but the pair were able to fight and sneak their way back to the hanger bay.
"Hello? Kran, Mission?"
"This is Kran, what's happening with you Naver?"
"I have defeated Bastila, she promises to stop using her battle meditation for the enemy and is heading back to the Ebon Hawk. I am going ahead to fight Malik so have the ship ready to make a quick escape."
"Understood, I will tell Carth. Be careful."
"I will." At that their com connection shut off, Kran looked to Mission and they shared a look of relief before the girl went inside to tell the others of the situation. Leaning against some boxes, Kran waited for Bastila.
"Master Daxus." The woman limped through the door while clenching her arm, Kran looked her up and down cautiously before crossing his arms. His synthetic arm glinted in the bright lights around them.
"Jedi." He said curtly, "Welcome back to the Hawk."
"To you too…" Bastila replied as she stopped in front of him, she looked worn out and it made Kran feel pride for Naver. The other man had given her a hard fight.
"I suggest you apologize to the rest of the crew then stay out of their way, scum."
"Of course." Bastila answered him with almost the same amount of venom as he in her voice, she looked Kran up and down before giving him a closed off look. "I will be returning to the Jedi council after this to remove the darkness within me."
"I hope you don't expect me to come with you."
"No. I was just trying to say that I will be gone a long time, long enough from me to get over Revan."
After saying that, Bastila walked past the silent man and went inside the ship,
Kran didn't move a muscle as he thought over her words before giving a small smile. The woman was giving up on Naver, giving Kran the man.
Once they all got out of here he would go on a 'trip' with Naver somewhere away from everyone else.
For as long as possible.
The minutes ticked by into hours until finally Naver spoke through the coms.
"Malik is dead…" Kran could hear everyone inside cheer as they heard the words through their own ear pieces, but something made the man frown.
"Naver what's wrong?"
The man in question was breathing heavily, unnaturally so, and it wasn't the type of panting after a hard battle or using up the Force.
"Ha, Of course you would notice…" Naver chuckled lightly, "You all need to go."
"What? We are not leaving without you, what's wrong?" Kran felt panic fill his marrow.
The com broke off to crackling noise.
"What!? Daxie, what are we going to do…. Daxie?" Mission paused at the bottom of the ships hatch, Carth and Canderous appeared behind her to stare at the empty hanger.
-KOTOR-
Kran sliced through walls and squeezed through tight vents to reach the main bridge of the Star Forge as fast as possible. He leapt out of the roof and landed meters down skilfully, quickly he scanned the room while rising to his feet.
In the centre of the room was Malik slouching on his knees in a death pose, hand still gripping his saber. It looked like he would stand up again to fight Kran.
But Kran didn't care about the huge man, his eyes were drawn to Naver.
And the sight made his stomach plummet to his feet. "Revan!"
Flinching at the sudden voice, Naver looked up with hazy eyes, "Kran… why did you come…?"
The white haired man knelt beside his lover and examined his wounds. Where his legs should have been beneath the knees were two steaming stumps of severed flesh, Malik must have done it in his dying breath. An attempt to end them both together.
"I… lets go." Kran pulled Naver onto his back, ignoring the other man's complaints.
"Stop it Kran, I am dead weigh…"
"Don't say 'dead' to me." Kran snapped at Naver and rushed to the door, he hacked the passcode and ran through the halls as fast as he could, ignoring the panicking sith along the way as the Forge shook. The Republic fleet were beginning their bombardment.
"You will not make it to the Ebon Hawk before they have to take off!"
"There's enemy ships we can take." Kran retorted, making Naver shut up again.
Lights and people flashed past as Kran ran, he used all the Force he could tap into to speed up his steps.
"Kran hurry up and get back here!" Mission cried through the com ear piece, "We have to go."
"We are almost back… are they any ships left?"
"No, all the sith have taken them."
"Shit…" That made Kran take longer steps, he was starting to feel lightheaded. Naver tightened his arms around Kran and tucked his head into the man's hair.
"Thank you."
"We will both make it." Kran wheezed out in reply, they were close to the hanger now.
Pushing through a small group of sith who were making plans to highjack the Ebon Hawk, Kran fled swiftly across the hanger. Canderous stood at the entrance and used his heavy blaster rifle to give them cover.
"Hurry up! Get in, in!"
Without a word and dodging blaster shots from behind, Kran stepped onto the ship. The Ebon Hawk lifted off and flashed out of the hanger entrance, as Carth weaved them through enemies with Zalbaar manning their guns, Kran, Jolee and Juhani rushed Naver to the medical room.
As the two Jedi began the process of healing their leader, Mission stood close to Kran and clenched his fleshy hand. "He will be fine…"
"Yes…"
The two watched silently, no one on the ship cheered when the Start Forge was destroyed, they only breathed a small sigh of relief. It was all over now and they all just wanted to rest for a millennium.