Story two, enjoy.

Bastila's feet crunched in the snow, her thick jedi cloak whipped in the wind behind her. This frosty planet did not have a star map, it did not have a republic base, and as far as she new it didn't have a living soul on it, but her jedi companion brought the Ebon Hawk and her passengers here for a reason, and Bastila had begun to trust in his reasons.

Of course, there was only so much a woman could take.

"We have been out here for hours, what are you trying to accomplish by freezing us to death on this ice-ball!"

He looked up at her, a smile on his face that almost seemed to betray the fact he was once the greatest sith lord who ever lived.

"Trust me Bastila, our contact wouldn't lie to us." He continued walking forward, and Carth marched up quickly to his side.

"What do you mean our contact? You're the only one who even spoke to this guy!"

"Alright Carth, my contact wouldn't lie to us. The cave should be just up here." His name was Sparoe, but it wasn't really. Fortunately the only person on this planet who knew that was Bastila, and she wasn't telling.

"Okay," Sparoe un-hooked his lightsaber from his belt, and it sprung to life with a hiss, "This one is for Jedi only... Carth, Canderous, stay with T3 and watch the entrance, if anything happens run back to the ship and bring Jolee, he'll know what to do. Bastila?"

Bastila turned on her lightsaber and walked to Sparoe's side. She gave him a heartfelt nod, and together they walked into the cave.

"Sith spit." Sparoe almost fell over, the dark side was strong in the cave, Bastila herself was nearly toppled by the chill of evil, "Is that... the force?"

"It's the darkside Re-... Sparoe, it resides here in strong quantities." Bastila cursed herself, she had almost made a deadly mistake, "Steele yourself, this won't be easy."

Sparoe nodded, and they continued on. The inside of the cave was beautiful, a labyrinth of giant crystals of all sparkling colours, but the aura was wrong, the air was corrupt, and Bastila felt no pleasure walking through it. As they moved deeper and deeper into the cave, flashes of memory began to fill Bastila's mind, memories she had long repressed.

A flash of a familiar face, the face of the man walking next to her but years younger. She held them in, trying desperately to keep them from traveling through the force bond and into her companion's mind, but it was like the memories were being thrust into her mind by a battering ram.

Dantooine 12 years ago, she sat on a hill, staring into the piercing eyes of Sparoe -Staring into the piercing eyes of Revan. Of a Sixteen year old Revan.


"Bastila?" His voice was calm, assertive, "What are you thinking about?"

A soft eyed Bastila turned toward the sun, her face absorbing the full extent of its warmth. For a moment she said nothing.

"I'm thinking about my family, my father," She turned back to face Revan, "I miss them... and I know I shouldn't."

Revan nodded, then he turned away.

"I wish I could say I know how you feel... I never knew my family. What are they like?"

Revan looked back to her, the youthful gaze of a child desperate to learn painted across his face. She looked to the ground, tugging at the soft grass between her feet.

"A family... It's like having someone who unconditionally loves you, someone always there for you... its almost impossible to describe."

"And... what is love like?"

Bastila was taken back, she knew her best friend was naive to the ways of the world, having gone from temple to temple for his entire life, but to not know the feeling of love was unimaginable to Bastila.

"Well its like... its like having someone there who cares about you more than anything in the world... Someone who give their life for you in a heart beat."

Revan smiled and he closed his eyes.

"Well that's how I feel about you Bastila!"

"Well that's different, we're..." Revan's eyes opened, and Bastila was suddenly in a trance," ...Friends."

As the sun set, they kissed.


Sparoe was on his knees, his eyes shut tight and his mouth open. Bastila dropped to a knee and shook him awake, his eyes darted open.

"Bastila!" He stood up shakily, his hands trembling, "That vision I just had... what was it?"

His voice was cracking. Bastila was at a loss for words, she would open her mouth to speak and found she had forgot his fake name.

To be concluded.