Too much noise, it's almost impossible to concentrate, but concentration is key

Too much noise, it's almost impossible to concentrate, but concentration is key. The noise outside is a distraction, something that must be ignored at all costs. If the sound were to break through the concentration, the whole Republic army would crash. Bastila took in a deep breath to center herself. There was an explosive firefight going on outside, it was too easy to be distracted by the loud noises, the hope that everyone was all right. But Bastila didn't have time to think of what was going on outside, she only had time to think of her Battle Meditation. It was a critical time in the battle, the Dark Jedi had suffered a critical loss, their flagship was destroyed, which may have been why Bastila could not focus. She feared that she had suffered a loss too, the loss of her love, the Dark Lord of the Sith… Revan. Bastila closed her eyes, took another deep breath and began to concentrate. Just as she had focused properly enough to give the Republic an advantage that pushed the further to winning, she was distracted.

"Malak had the right idea of tracking you down; that Battle Meditation… that's something of… well, an annoyance." There was a quick whooshing noise then a buzz before Bastila opened her eyes. For a moment, it was hard to see anything in front of her. The room had become dark, cold and loaded with Dark Jedi. Bastila remained in her meditation position and looked around the room. Revan stood at the forefront of the large group of Dark Jedi, a wild smile on his face. "Bastila, don't be rude, say hello."

Bastila's eyes scanned what was in front of her. There was no way she was going to be able to take on all of these Dark Jedi, she had sent all her Jedi followers to fight in the battle ahead, sure that she was safe when the flagship went down. It was obviously, all a plot to kill Bastila, though at this point, it would make no difference. The Republic was taking ground with every move, the Dark Jedi were falling from the sky into the abyss of space, with nothing to save them. Bastila rose slowly from her position, she decided not to take her lightsaber from her belt, there was no way she could fight through all these Jedi. Bastila decided she would die to protect the Republic. Revan smirked and made a small hand gesture, this was obviously the signal. Revan's Dark Jedi made their way to Bastila, then Revan sucked on his teeth in an annoyed way, everyone stopped a few inches from Bastila, one of the men actually had his lightsaber pointed to Bastila, Revan looked angry.

"No, no, no. I'm pretty sure, I said… no weapons." Revan looked at his followers then quickly to Bastila with a small wink. There was a small pause, then an odd crackle and before Bastila knew it, there was a bolt of electricity going through all of the Dark Jedi that Revan had brought along with him. Bastila covered her face, the light was extremely bright and the look of these men and women being electrocuted to death was not something she wanted to see. In a flash, it was all over. "So hard to find good help these days…" Revan took a few steps forward, looking down at all the bodies on the floor, and then turning his attention to Bastila, with an evil smile, something that almost didn't look evil.

"Why would you do that?" Bastila's breath was sharp, she was so afraid of what was going to happen, because she knew that this was their last meeting and in all honesty, she didn't want to live without him. He took one more step closer to Bastila, a kind of caring touch in his eyes, but there was too much hate and anger inside his face to be confused as to what he really was. He was no longer the love of her life, the only man she could ever give into her feelings without fear of falling, because he had once saved her from that path. It was the darkness that had changed him; whatever he went to search for in the darkness. Revan grazed a finger on Bastila's cheek, it was stone cold. Bastila almost fell back in shock from how cold his hand really was.

"Why would I do that?" Revan repeated the question with a tone of disbelief, as if the answer to the question was completely obvious, or that she was in on it. Revan looked around the bodies again then at her. "I know that this is the end of this generation of Sith, there is no way to deny this. I lied to these sheep…" Revan's eyes traveled down to the bodies and kicked the one closest to him. "Told them this was our last chance to flourish, to save our beliefs, but I brought them with me to kill them…" Revan's eyes could not remove his eyes from the bodies on the floor. It was as if he almost felt a pang of regret, but then his eyes returned to Bastila with a new fire.

"Revan…I don't understand. Are you…are you giving up your title as the Dark Lord?" Bastila's heart fluttered, she hoped so badly that this was what was happening. But then Revan cackled, it was a disparaging sound, it was proof that everything that she was hoping for was all crushed.

"Of course not, Bastila. What kind of question is that? You know as well as I that I'm never going to go back to the Jedi." Revan looked upon her in a sarcastic sympathetic manner, which only upset Bastila even still. "I came to have one last battle, one last good bye."

The battle didn't last long; it was almost as if Revan had given up before it had even started. Though he did throw in some damaging attacks, he managed to cut up Bastila pretty badly, but it was almost as if he was carefully trying not to cause too much damage. Bastila stood victorious over the Dark Lord of the Sith for the second time in her life. Though this time, she had lost far more than she had the first time. This was a battle, not just against evil, but against herself; on the one hand, she had become one of the best Jedi in the Enclave due to her fall, but on the other hand, she was fighting against the will to choose her love. Bastila stared down at Revan's body, his final words running through her head.

"What kind of Jedi falls for a Sith?" Revan laughed to himself, but only for a moment and then coughed sharply. His eyes were dying; they were losing any sign of life as he looked back. "Sometimes, I think if it wasn't for you I would never be this way… You should have just let me die the first time you defeated me… I'll… never forgive you…"