The Darkest Lord
Chapter IV: Ignored Darkness
The words of his former master had stuck with him as Darth Revan stepped into the Star Forge's command center, where the disturbance in the Force that he felt was the strongest. He had not allowed his men to come aboard the ship yet for fear that they would anger the spirit that was inside of the ancient superstructure, yet a deeper part of him knew that there was more to it than that. He needed to deal with the situation carefully and so he sent Traya back to the Spirit of Revenge with the idea that he could take care of it himself in mind. Once he was alone on the eons old space station, he delved into the Force to find the spirit, which took very little time. The agony that her essence screamed into space was overwhelming. It rang in his ears like a lamenting song that sent chills down the spines of those who heard it. Surprisingly, the sheer power of this one spirit rivaled the agony that the Lord of the Sith had felt when he had first arrived in this time in the Alderaan system.
He had once known the woman that had become this terrible apparition that was now unable to become one with the Force. As children they had studied together on Coruscant until her Jedi Master was reassigned to Dantooin, beginning what would be three long years of separation from one another. If his memory served him properly, she had been fourteen at the time of her departure and he had been fifteen at the time. At the outbreak of the Mandalorian Wars, Malak went to Dantooine to recruit as many Jedi Knights that would listen to his plea for help against the ruthless invaders, Revan led those that had followed him from Coruscant to Naboo. Malak's company of Jedi met with them there and the two factions joined forces with Revan as the leader. The Dark Lord had been pleasantly surprised to find that the girl he had known as a child had chosen to follow him, having never lost her faith or trust in his instincts.
In the three years that had passed since their separation, she had developed into a beautiful woman and a talented Jedi Knight. He remembered speaking with her after he had briefed the Jedi on what would occur during their first battle with the Neo-crusaders. It was like she was a different person all together, though he could still pick out traces of the young girl he had once known. When he had known her, she had been clumsy and awkward, generally causing other Jedi to shun her. Her skills with a blade had been mediocre at best. The Force had been strong with her, despite the fact that she had little control over the power that raged inside of her like a storm on the surface of the planet Hoth. That had all changed. He, an experienced swordsman, he been awed by her form with a lightsaber. It was clear that she had been trained to duel using the perseverance form but she had added her own flair to it, making it even deadlier and more beautiful to behold. Her moves in combat with the other Jedi seemed almost choreographed, which he had known to be impossible. Furthermore, the rash and overemotional little girl he had known had been replaced by a controlling and calm minded individual that had a mastery of the Force that surprised even Revan. Her talents rivaled those of some of the Jedi Masters that he knew and it angered him to know that they had been holding her back. Still, that had been all over. They were probably never going to be able to rejoin the Jedi ever again and it would have been foolish to dwell on such thoughts. Instead, they had turned their focus to the battle that was awaiting them, both eager to test their skills against the Mandalorians and both confident that the Jedi would tear through the invader's forces with little effort.
In truth, neither of them had been prepared for what they had walked into on the metropolitan world of Taris. They had both seen the true heart of evil that day and had come away scarred. The Jedi had always sheltered their students from the darkness in the galaxy and Taris was probably the darkest place either of them had ever visited. The local crime lords had joined forces with the Neo-crusaders in an attempt to bring the urban world under their control. The lower and undercities had both been alive with slave trade and spice exchange. Most of the nobles who had lived in the upper city had been captured and were being sold, while the aliens that were persecuted on that world were being hounded like vermin and being auctioned off to the highest bidder. Revan clearly remembered the look of pure horror in the eyes of a small Cathar girl that had been won by the leader of a swoop gang. She had been with him for nearly a week before the Jedi and Republic forces had arrived on the planet and there was no doubt in Revan's mind that her owner had molested her more than once. It had sickened him to see the man laugh when he had thrown the girl up as a shield to protect him from oncoming blaster fire. The Cathar girl, Juhani, had been struck in the back and was rendered unconscious. Despite his desire to make sure that she was alright, the Jedi had been called to the next battle and he had been forced to leave her in the care of local medics. He had never found out whether she had lived or not.
While en route towards their next destination, Revan had gone to his old friend's quarters aboard the Republic warship that they were using as a transport. If she had felt anything similar to what he had felt during the battles, he wanted to make sure that she was alright. What he had found had not surprised him but it had tugged at his heart for weeks to come. She had been broken by the events of the past few days. The young woman had felt conflicted about her decision to defy the council. Her choice to leave had been for the sake of saving lives, not taking them. At the time of Malak's speech that had swayed her to his cause, she had truly believed that she was living the life of a true Jedi by going to war. The first battles had made her reconsider. She didn't feel like a Jedi Knight anymore. She had felt like a disgrace. She had torn the Jedi robes that she had worn for so many years from her own body in shame, casting them away in shame. He remembered how she simply trembled in the corner of her room, muttering about how she was dirty and wrong.
Killing was not something that the Jedi had condoned under any circumstances and her battle with the Mandalorians had shaken her to her very core. Life had been extinguished by her hands and it had left its mark. Sobs wracked her body and caused her shake even more. It wasn't until Revan had taken a seat beside her and put his arms around her that she felt at ease. It was in that moment that the Force had begun to flow freely between the two of them, linking their minds. The presence of each other's spirits was all that calmed them after the battle and they took solace in one another. A passion had ignited between them that night. They torridly took comfort in each others arms, temporarily forgetting the horrors they had seen in the days that had passed.
The next day, the transport arrived at Dxun. Revan took command of the Republic forces there while she led the Jedi ground forces. Hundreds of Jedi died and thousands of Mandalorians gave their lives to stop the new threat. It was one of the bloodiest battles of the entire war. Although she had accepted her actions as necessary, the young Jedi came away from Dxun more unsure of herself than before. Her decision to leave the Jedi plagued her mind constantly and the only reassurance she had was the intimate time that she spent with Revan. Each time she took a life, the Jedi Knight questioned her choice and he was always there to assure her that they were doing the right thing. In turn, she provided similar comfort and relief that he needed to recover from the horrors he faced during the long days of bloodshed. As the leader of the Jedi forces, every life that was taken by any Jedi fell on his shoulders.
As the war continued, their relationship became stronger. It developed from one of necessity to one that some would call love. As the years went by, they became attached to each other and when Revan became supreme commander of the Republic Navy, he chose her to become his general instead of Malak. It had been unwise for many reasons. The Dark Lord's relationship with his bald friend had never been the same since the day of her promotion. Malak had felt betrayed by the man that he had called his best friend. The future Sith apprentice had called the woman who had taken his position a harlot and a thief. It wasn't until later he realized that the choice had saved his life. She had been forced to serve as the field general during the Battle of Malachor V and she had been the one to order the activation of the Mass Shadow Generator, which had crushed the planet and decimated its surface with its own gravity. According to initial reports, no one had survived the catastrophe that had wiped out a the planet and scarred the galaxy. It wasn't until after Revan had already left known space that he learned that she was in fact still alive, though she had been stripped of the Force by the Jedi Council and exiled from their ranks.
Learning this had fueled his rage towards the Jedi Council at the time, coaxing him to make the decision to attack their order. Before he launched his campaign against the Jedi Order, Revan had attempted to find her. He had contacted all of his old friends that he had made during the war, hoping that one of them would be able to locate her and bring her back to him, but the Jedi had already released her and she had gone into a self-imposed isolation in the unknown regions of space. Believing the situation to be hopeless, Revan turned his attention back to his campaign against the Jedi. They had been responsible for every single life that the Mandalorians had extinguished after they chose to stay out of the war. He had discovered no significant threat outside of the Republic's borders, meaning that their mistake had cost the galaxy billions. In addition, they had forsaken one of the few Jedi that had tried to preserve their name and cast her out, but not before taking the Force from her. The corruption in the order that had never seemed to exist when he had been a child was now more apparent than mutations in a rancor. He hated the Jedi and everything that they had become. It was this hatred that led him to rename himself and those who followed him as Sith and to christen himself Darth Revan. As the days drifted into weeks and the weeks drifted into years, the new Lord of the Sith pushed the woman he had once loved out of his mind, turning his attention fully to the destruction of the Jedi instead. It had been quite literally years since he had even thought about her and it shocked when he realized that her presence aboard the Star Forge was having such an effect on him.
As he entered the command center, he could see her ghostly apparition before him, screaming her agony into the Force. Even in death, she was beautiful but she wasn't as he remembered her. Her face was wearier and her eyes were filled with hate, rage, pain, and sorrow. Her lithe body was clad only in simple black robes. A utility belt hung from her waist and the image of a lightsaber was clipped to it, though it had been nearly four millennia since she had used the spiritual weapon. Her hands were clasped to her head and her body shook as it had that night four thousand years previously.
He approached the raving spirit and stopped before her. She seemed not to notice the man standing in front of her, for she continued to scream random gibberish that held no real meaning to anyone but her. He studied her with interest, curious as to what had happened to her. He was certain of only a two things. At some point, she had been able to re-establish her connection to the Force and, in his absence, she had become the master of the Star Forge. He knew this because hers was the only presence aboard the space station other than his own and in order to take control of the Star Forge, one had to be able to command the Force with power beyond a normal Jedi or Sith.
He didn't know how it was possible, nor did he really care at this point. His priority was to get rid of her. Seeing her like this not only hurt and confused him, but it was also detrimental to his plans to overthrow the Galactic Empire. He would need the Star Forge and she was keeping it from him. Their relationship was secondary to that.
"Mina," he said aloud. His voice was filtered by his mask's systems so that it would be indistinct and similar to a droid's, making it impossible for her to recognize him by it.
She did seem to react to her own name though. "Mina?" she wondered aloud. "Mina!" She began to chant her own name. It was as if she recognized it from somewhere but was not sure where she had heard it. She shook her head back and forth, snarling and cursing her own name. She grabbed her head and fell to her knees, screaming in pain as if something had suddenly struck her.
"Mina!" he cried to her. He hoped that the presence of another human being would be enough to break through her mind's clutter, but it was to no avail. He could not see anything else in the room, but the dark side of the Force began to swirl around the command center like a hurricane. It was enticing to him. The Forge was trying to tempt him away from its mistress and he truly wanted to give into his temptation, letting himself revel in its almighty power, but he forced himself not to. The Star Forge was trying to lure him away from its master but he refused to let it continue to torture her the way that it was. He had to focus.
Ignoring the power that whipped through the room, he wrinkled his brow and frowned. He had never dealt with an insane Force ghost before. He couldn't touch or interact with her physically, so he would have to try to break through the clutter with words and images. His right hand moved to tear away the faceless mask that obscured his features from her. "Mina, look at me!"
Her head turned and her eyes focused on him for a moment without recognition. Her features twisted into a frown and everything stopped. The pain that wracked her body seemed to vanish and the lamenting song that the Force sang for her was silent. Revan hoped that the confused look she gave him was one of vague recognition; that she knew that she knew who he was but could not quite place his face. In truth, it was just strange to her that there was someone else with her aboard the Star Forge. She had been the only one to find the ancient superstructure in more than four thousand years. The presence of another human was an usual twist indeed.
The Dark Lord met her eyes, noting that all of the dark emotions that had been in them mere moments ago were gone. All of the hate and pain had been replaced with vague interest and awed confusion. She stood up slowly and turned away from him. "My body," she whispered to herself as she went. "My body."
The Force apparition walked through the walls of the Star Forge and Revan moved to follow. If her spirit was bound to her body then it was possible that he could set her free if her simply destroyed it. If not, he would have make his way to the Star Forge's core and discuss the matter with the artificial intelligence that governed the Star Forge's inner workings and negotiate the release of Mina Takhisis. If the program refused to cooperate, he had ways of persuading that would force even a machine to come to his way of thinking and it would not be pleasant.
Despite the order to return to the Spirit of Revenge, Darth Traya chose to ignore her former pupil's order and remain on the Star Forge in order to purge the dark spirits that still ran rampant aboard the ancient space station. Aside from the exiled Jedi Knight who became the master of the artificial intelligence that operated the massive factory, other Force users had come and gone throughout the ages that were now trapped and needed to be released. Revan could not sense these other spirits due to the fact that he saw only the spirit of Mina Takhisis aboard the Rakatan monument, but she was not blinded by memories that were best left forgotten. Her student's plan to free the galaxy was a good one but he was letting his personal feelings distract him. This obsession with his past lover was sickening to her.
Traya walked through the halls of the lowest deck of the Star Forge, noting that there were no bodies lying about, despite the plethora of spirits that roamed the ancient halls. She could sense the growing anger within the station, indicating that the AI did not accept her presence within its walls but she ignored the feeling. There was nothing that it could do to stop her short of killing her and that would only bring the hand of Revan down upon the age old superstructure. Despite its omnipotent control of the dark side, the Star Forge AI was still a machine and there were certain things it could not do. The Dark Lord of the Sith knew all of its strengths and weaknesses and knew how to destroy it should it ever betray him. Her death would only bring about its destruction and she was fairly confident that the computers knew it too.
Still, the Star Forge did not want her to release the Jedi and Dark Jedi that it had corrupted and captured over the centuries and it would do everything in its power to stop her. Two metal devices were at the far end of the room, each with a large open circle at the very end. Bolts of electricity shot out of these openings and scorched the ground at the very end of the room, several meters from where the former Jedi Master walked. Two large orange Star Forge droids materialized at the end of the room, blocking her path to the door there. They were not the strange shaped creatures that she remembered from the war with the Republic, but instead their exoskeletons were more humanoid shaped. Each was armed with one of the Star Forge's unique blaster rifles and a strange red gel looking aura coated their forms, which Traya presumed to be shields.
The Dark Lady sighed as she pulled her lightsaber from her belt, but did not activate it. The two droids began to march towards her and once they left the spot where they were created the machines created two more. This process continued until eight droids were marching towards her, blasters raised. The two in the front opened fire, sending two uniquely colored bolts at her. Her saber activated and she struck the two azure plasma shots with her weapon, causing them to fly back at the droids. As she anticipated, the droids' shields absorbed the damage, leaving them untouched.
With a sigh, Traya began to walk towards the droids, deflecting any shots that they sent her way. Once she was in striking distance, she didn't even bother to shred them to pieces with her crimson hued blade. Instead, she simply used the Force to rip their weapons from their hands. Once the droids were unarmed, an artificial wind began to blow through room. It became stronger and stronger until the machines were knocked off their feet, swept into the whirlwind that was whipping everything in the room that wasn't bolted down about. The droids tried to analyze the situation and adjust, but it was impossible. The whirlwind forced them to smash into one another or fling into the walls, causing them to explode and sparks rained down to the ground about the old woman.
Once the droids had been dealt with, Traya looked up at the two devices that had created them and frowned. Using the Force to guide it, the Dark Lady threw her lightsaber into the air, striking the device and causing it to explode before it moved onto the next one. More sparks showered down upon her but she ignored them and started to walk forward, catching her lightsaber as she went. Before she could reach the door, a light whining noise filled the air, causing her to wince as it pierced her ears. She turned around and looked up to see a small spherical shaped probe droid floating towards her. The machine was primarily black, but there was a circular shaped glass photoreceptor which was an eerie blue color and Traya could sense the inner mechanics of this droid moving at an abnormally fast rate, meaning that this probe was directly linked to an artificial intelligence, for only an AI could think at such speeds. The Sith woman deactivated her weapon to signify that she meant no harm, but kept it in her hand to be safe. She had never trusted the Rakatan AI that governed the inner workings of the Star Forge and four thousand years of separation didn't make her feel any more secure.
"Greetings," the droid said politely. "I am Star Forge AI probe recon droid Delta. May I inquire as to what you are doing?"
"Do you recognize me, droid?" the old woman asked in an acid like tone.
It took the droid less than a moment to register her face and compare it to all known sentient beings in its memory core before it answered. "You are Darth Traya," the droid began. "Third in command of the Sith Empire and Mistress of the Academy of Malachor V. You were to take control of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant once Darth Revan captured it, but records indicate that before the Sith fleet could destroy the Republic fleet one of the Star Forge hyperdrives aboard a Star Forge Interdictor Dreadnaught malfunctioned sent the Spirit of Revenge, which you were stationed on, forward in time by three thousand nine hundred and fifty seven standard years."
Traya nodded, satisfied that the droid knew who she was. "I am one of your masters then, Machine," she pointed out. "Release the spirits of fallen Jedi that you have captured since our journey through time." The former Jedi Master folded her arms and waited for the droid to respond, staring at it with the two black abysses that were her eyes. She saw the small probe only through the Force, which made it difficult to perceive. It didn't exist in the Force as organics did, meaning that she could only sense the hole in the Force that it created. Still, her limited knowledge of its presence, movement, and location told her all that she needed to know.
"I am sorry," Delta told her. "In order to release the spirits of deceased Jedi, I would require a direct command from the Master."
"I have all of the same clearance aboard this station as Darth Revan, meaning that I am to be treated as your master," she replied.
"Incorrect," it stated. "Darth Revan is no longer the Master of the Star Forge."
Traya was not surprised, having already arrived at the conclusion that someone else had taken command of the station while they had been away, but she had expected that the droid would still follow orders from a former master, as she had not died and no one had known of her authorization in order to revoke it.
"Where is the master?" she asked wearily.
The droid seemed to check something in its databanks for a moment before it replied. "I am sorry. I do not have authorization to answer that question." It stopped for a moment before the eerie blue color of its photoreceptor turned a fiery red color. "New Orders: Kill all intruders. This is a first priority mission from the master!"
Traya stepped back and threw her hand at Delta. Tendrils of blue-white lightning crackled at her finger tips and lashed the droid violently, frying its inner circuits. The droid exploded and the single photoreceptor fell to the ground and shattered. The Sith Lady could sense a hoard of Star Forge droids approaching her position and she knew that even more were going to come down on Revan. They needed reinforcements.
"Malak, where are you?" she spoke into her intercom. There was no answer and the vibrations of a marching droid army ripped through the ground. "Malak!" There was still no answer. She sighed and shook her head. The Star Forge AI had probably jammed their transmissions, making it impossible for them to call in reinforcements or even contact one another.
Traya thumbed her lightsaber's activation switch, causing the red blade to spring forth. In addition, three more sabers were attached to her belt. Using the Force, the Sith Lady pulled them loose and used her powers to stabilize them. Three violet blades sprang forth from the weapons and began to hover around her, acting as an impenetrable shield with a mind of its own.
Contrary to what Traya had expected, the Star Forge droids did not bother Revan or even attempted to hamper his progress. Mina was walking at a relatively slow rate and it was a simple matter to follow her from a safe distance. If she passed through a wall, he would use the Force to remove it from his path. The alarm had not gone off in the upper level of the Rakatan superstructure and he could not sense any of the commotion that was occurring below. All he felt was Mina and her spirit.
Still, the Dark Lord did not let down his guard completely. He was aware of the sentinel droids that were following him as he trailed his former companion through the halls. He had replaced his mask and was using the targeting system in order to analyze their composition and structure. Each one was equipped with a beam cannon that would fire superheated plasma if the order was given. Having worked with such sentinels before, he was aware that deflecting their blaster fire back at them with his lightsaber would be impossible. A constant stream of fire was impossible to bounce off the energized blade of his weapon and he would have to rely on his abilities with the Force if they should become hostile.
It had not come to that though. They simply followed him silently as he navigated through the ancient halls of the grand space factory. Keeping a watchful eye on his pursuers, the red and black armor clad Sith Lord turned his attention to the spirit of Mina. She was leading him towards the medical bay as far as he could tell, which was surprising. Was her body still inside of the emergency room where she had died? Had the Star Forge AI simply left it to rot for all time? Unless it had been pumped with preservatives, the bones themselves should have dissolved into dust by now. There would be no way to destroy her body if that was the case and he would have to find a new means of releasing her.
Still, he did not know how she had died, what condition her body had been in, or what protocols she had enacted after taking over the Star Forge, so he decided to simply follow her and see what happened. The spirit led him into the medical center, which had not changed much in the last four thousand years. He closed down all of his mask's scanners and sensors, allowing him to look at the room with his own shielded eyes. Switching over from the dark green color of the scanners to the bright white color of the room stunned his eyes and he had to stop and wait for them to adjust. Once he was alright, he continued to follow the spirit.
It wasn't until she led him into the back room that he saw any changes from the room where he himself had once been treated for battle wounds. The operating room had been completely revamped as some sort of laboratory. A large table that was standing vertically was surrounded by complex equipment that he did not recognize at all. He couldn't discern its use or function simply by looking at it and would have to go through the Forge's records in order to learn its purpose. As for the table, he could tell that it was blocking something from view, because the spirit had stopped and was looking at the other side with a smile. Furthermore, the machines seemed to be working on whatever was on the other side of it.
A large mechanical arm pulled away from whatever project it was working on and began typing at a computer terminal at the far end of the room. A panel in the wall opened and a female shaped manikin was ejected. He noted the strange object with interest, as it was dressed in what looked like black Jedi robes. A silver belt with a copy of the Sith emblem on the buckle wrapped around the waist and he was interested to see a lightsaber hanging from it, which he recognized as Mina's from her days in the war.
"Mina, what is going on?" he asked her spirit.
"Shhhhhhh!" she snapped at him as she brought her index finger to her lips. "My body knows!"
The arm that had summoned the robed manikin took the garments and began to place it on something else. The sick idea that the equipment was dressing Mina's decayed corpse in a fresh set of Jedi robes entered his mind and he moved to stop it. He ran to the other end of the table, hand on his lightsaber, but stopped suddenly.
"By the Force," he gasped as he realized that he was face to face with the body of Mina Takhisis. His eyes widened as the droid attached the utility belt to her waist. She was exactly as he remembered her. The body had not changed one bit. Her hair was still the soft silky white color that it had been and her face had not decayed at all. He could sense all of the organs working and the body was functioning properly but it was missing something; a spirit. "You found a way to bring yourself back to life?"
"Exactly!"
It was not Mina who answered his question. Instead, a small spherical shaped probe droid that was identical to the one that Traya had spoken with hovered behind him. "Greetings. I am Star Forge probe recon droid Gamma."
"How did she do this?" Revan asked the probe as he studied his former lover's body. "It hasn't decayed at all."
"On the contrary," the droid replied. "The body of the master dissipated nearly three thousand eight hundred and twenty-three years ago. This is an exact replica of what she once was."
"A clone?"
"Precisely," the probe replied.
"My body," the spirit raved. "My body."
"You see, the master traveled through most of the known galaxy searching for you, Darth Revan, after your disappearance over Coruscant. Her travels took her to Korriban, where she encountered the maddened spirit of the ancient Sith Lord, Ajunta Pall. Her studies of Pall's spirit taught her what Jedi would become if they refused to become one with the Force. The master did not believe that she would be able to become one with the Force until she was reunited with you, Darth Revan and she feared that the same fate would befall her."
"Which it has," he muttered darkly.
"True, but the master planned ahead. Once she discovered the Star Forge and became its master, the central computer AI informed her of your jump through time. She left explicit instruction that a clone of her body was to be made and that it was to have reached the age of twenty-four at the time of your arrival in this time."
"How did the AI know of my journey through time?" Revan asked suspiciously.
"The Star Forge is capable of tracking all of its products and after calculating the coordinates and locating the mistake in the hyperspace path, it was simple to calculate when and where you would re-emerge."
The droid's explanation made sense and he wondered if this ability would prove advantageous in the future. He knew he would be able to use it in order to track missing or captured ships, but he doubted that he would ever be able to test its time travel predictions. Still, he was interested in what the droid had to say and indicated that it was to continue with a nod of his masked head.
"Knowing her spirit would descend into madness, the master ordered that the mind of the clone was to have sufficient memories and information to pull her from her madness."
"Her brain would function normally and her spirit would be healed," he realized. "Incredible."
"The master's body is now complete. She is ready to return to the world of the living."
Revan looked at the body and then to the spirit. If it was possible to bring her back to life, he wanted to do it. She had been one of his most loyal troops and a damn good military officer. Her presence would give him one advantage an advantage over the Galactic Empire that he wouldn't mind having.
"Mina," he said to her as he removed his mask again. "Do it. Enter your body."
Though she gave no indication of hearing him, Mina stepped forward and the spirit fell into the clone. The Force ghost vanished and he could sense awesome power flowing through the air around him as the Jedi Knight's life was restored to her. The eyes fluttered open and her emerald colored eyes met with Revan's amber colored ones.
There was a long moment of silence between the two before Mina chose to break it. She stepped away from the table and walked past him, taking in the sights around her with her new eyes. She breathed long and deep breaths, savoring the cold air the went in and out of her lungs. Her hands ran across everything that they could and memories of what objects such as metal and plasteel felt like returned to her. Her body was screaming with life and she felt ecstasy from it.
"I'm alive!" she smiled.
"Mina," Revan spoke.
She turned around at the sound of her name and looked at him through her burning emerald eyes. Her smile widened as she recognized him at last and the same calm and serenity the two had once felt in each other's presence was restored after four thousand years. "Revan," she sighed as she shook her head playfully. She stepped forward and placed her hands on his breastplate, letting the physical feeling from the thick armor wash over her. The reborn woman pressed herself close to him and their eyes met. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she pulled his head down to hers. Their lips met for the first time in years and tranquility flooded their minds. The kiss deepened and intensified as they pulled each other closer.
Revan reluctantly broke the kiss and pulled her into a tight embrace. "This is impossible," he whispered.
"No it isn't," Gamma interjected. "Would you like me to explain the scientific specifications to you?"
Mina looked at the droid darkly and decided to test out her new body's abilities. Her mind focused on the machine and the Force began to compress around it. The circuits inside popped and it imploded, the glass photoreceptor shattering as sparks flew in every direction. "I hate droids," she told him.
"I remember," he replied with a smile.
The two interlocked their gloved fingers and shared one more heartfelt look before they both leaned forward for another kiss. Passion engulfed them both. She began to unbuckle the straps of his breastplate as they kissed, both becoming more excited when they realized what was about to happen. Revan pushed her outer robe off of her shoulders and it fell to the floor in a clump. Her knees went week and she collapsed to the ground, followed by his bulky form.
As time went by, the screams of ecstasy that Mina unleashed were paralleled by the cries of pain that Darth Traya emitted in the lower levels of the Star Forge as she battled with an entire droid army.
