***Disclaimer still counts; frankly I'm tired of typing it over and over, especially since it's pointless. I mean this IS the same story, just different chapters. So why would I have to keep writing a disclaimer for a continuation of a piece that already had one? (SIGH) This is what happens when I have been denied my sugar ***

**Considering the last chapter was written while I was debating the mental stability of ANYONE who would ever want to have a child or who has one along with several murderous thoughts directed towards the designer of such a cramped vehicle; I decided I needed to gather a bit more motivation. Hence, I have gone back to my greatest writing aid (also good for homework and hardcore gaming sessions); Blasting music (occasionally one song on repeat if it's pretty damn good)! **

*Wrote this chapter, to Say You'll Haunt Me by Stone Sour*


Chapter 4

Of Masks and Shadows

Revan leaned against the wall lifting her mask as she was gasping for the air her lungs were denying. Sneaking out of the hangar as quickly as she had had drained her quite a bit. Of course, having as many wounds as she was currently sporting wasn't exactly conducive to any kind of sneaking.

Attempting to rid the pain from her thoughts, Revan began plotting her next move. She knew that she would have to get to the wedding, but sneaking dressed as she was would be impossible.

Unfortunately, the only "formal" attire she had had on hand was none other than her official robes. The very robes gifted her by the Star Forge when she had assumed her title as Dark Lord. She was currently sporting the full outfit, mask and all.

She never thought she would actually be happy about Carth's wedding until that moment. With him getting married, everyone short of droids and a handful of servants would be attending the event. Of course, this meant less people to cower in fear and become tripping hazards.

At least this damn thing serves a purpose other than fashion, she snorted. Too bad this outfit will play a part in wedding and funeral. If I didn't look like death warmed over, I wouldn't have to wear this damn mask again.

Yet again adjusting the famous Mandalorian mask, Revan took a last attempted deep breath and pushed off the wall. It was time to keep her promise to Dustil; she would attend this damned wedding if it was the last thing she did.


Bastilla sat fidgeting; she had never felt so anxious or impatient since that time she had saved Revan's life.

From what I've felt so far, I may have to do so again. She glanced over towards Dustil, poor boy has to be able to feel her fading.

Being stuck waiting on the wedding ceremony to start instead of outside searching for her best friend was killing Bastilla. She wanted nothing more than to tell both bride and groom to sod off and let her go find Revan before she put her bright yellow double-bladed lightsaber so far up their asses that the glow would no long be visible.

Seeing Dustil turn and give her a reassuring smile Bastilla sat back and huffed. Honestly she didn't know where the kid got his patience and control.

Must have been something Revan taught him to do. At this Bastilla felt a pang in her chest.

Her and Revan were close friends, but they could never be as close as Revan was with Dustil.

Even worse, she could never accept how I feel for her. Tears began to prick at her eyes.

She had confessed to Revan while they were hunting for the Star Maps. Back then Revan was simply Kimiko Amaya from nowhere, with no past and only one future. She had simply turned wide-eyed and innocent at Bastilla's confession, before offering a gentle smile and an apology.

Bastilla had known then that Revan had already fallen for the whiny prat of pilot, but the way Revan accepted her and kept her close instead of pushing her away had solidified their friendship. Now, Bastilla knew she would gladly give her life for Revan's; even if she had to protect Revan from who she loved most, Carth.


Where am I?

It's so dark.

Oh God, NO!

GET ME OUT!

I can't stand this darkness anymore!

Light begins to pierce some of the darkness around me. I know this feeling; it's warm but faint. So familiar, I grasp at whatever bits of light I can.

Please! Help me! I can't escape!

The light seems to flare at my pleas. I sob, this light it feels like HER. My love, my life, I want her back so bad it feels like someone has ripped my heart from my chest.

Suddenly a face looms before me. I know this face well, my torturer, my jailer.

"You will never escape", she laughs at me. Suddenly a hand reaches to grab me. I struggle and manage to call out the name of the one I've lost.

REVAN!

All goes dark.


Revan stumbled against the door "REVAN!" Searing pain shot through her mind with the force of the call.

"What the hell?"

She gasped for air, trying to pull herself back off the door. She had been in the process of opening it when the voice blasted through her mind. She could have sworn that the voice belonged to Carth, but it was impossible.

Great, half-dead delusional Jedi on the loose with the added bonus of voices in her head.

If it weren't for her own death hovering over her head, she would say that this day could not be any worse. Of course, that was a fucking lie. Since when did anything ever go right? If she weren't currently bleeding to death, she would throw a tantrum then and there.

At least with the dark color of the robes, nobody will be able to tell the extent of my injuries, if they notice at all, she thought grimly. One foot in front of the other, let's go.


Here he comes.

Bastilla practically snarled at Carth as he traipsed down the aisle on his merry-fucking way to the altar. She felt a hand squeeze her own as her thoughts turned dark. Looking over she realized Dustil was the one holding her hand; racking her brain, she could not recall when the boy had moved from the front pew.

He simply looked in her eyes and shook his head. Don't look at me like that; I know you feel the same. She squeezed his hand back and smiled sadly. You will lose everything if this goes through.

Turning back towards Carth, she was surprised to feel pity. Looking around she found HK, Canderous and Jolee sitting together in middle, Juhani directly behind them. They had all met up after the initial wedding announcement to discuss the future.

Mission had refused to even speak of the matter and had vanished with Zaalbar somewhere off planet to pout. HK had threatened to "show the pathetic meat-bag what his sloshy-bits look like" before showing him the meaning of love with a sniper rifle. Whatever that means.

After that Canderous had gone on to explain the intricacies of skull cracking and various methods of murdering Carth with a Basilisk War-Droid. Jolee had simply laughed at their antics but remained devoid of threats.

After a while of grumbling, they had all decided to leave. It was a simple plan, designed to show Carth the impact of his decisions. If he married that woman, Carma is what they say her name is. Bastilla almost laughed at the irony of the name, well, they say Karma is a bitch and I hear this Carma is no different.

Suddenly she was jolted from her reverie by Carth's voice; she looked up in horror to realize Carma and Carth were already exchanging vows. Holy hell! How long was I lost in thought?

Before she could even recover from that shock, Bastilla nearly fell over as she felt an extremely powerful tug in the force. Wide-eyed and in shock, she turned towards the door. Seconds later they flew open to reveal a figure that was the stuff of myths and legends. A figure that inspired awe, fear, respect and love; Revan.


***WOW holy crap, this chapter was a lot of fun to write. Gotta take a deep breath; wrote this in one go too. Anyway, thanks again to my beta Resacon1990 who also gave me the idea for Carth's bitch fiance's name. And yes, the "karma is a bitch" is the actual reason she was named as such.***

**Anyway, I've been trying to make my chapters a bit longer, but it's a little hard. I feel that a story writes itself, and it just comes to you when the time is right. So I apologize for everyone who is mad about the chapter shortness.**

CARTH: "OMG WHERE THE HELL AM I?"

REVAN: "Marrying a bitch named Carma, where do you think you are?"

CARTH: "B-b-b-b-ut what was that excerpt with me in darkness and stuff?"

ME: "Now, now Carth; that comes later."

CARTH: "but you'll explain it right?"

BASTILLA: "Who cares! When can I shove my lightsaber up your ass in retaliation for you being a prick?"

CARTH: *YELP* "MOMMY!"

ME & REVAN: "…" _

*various screams of pain*

BASTILLA: "I hope you weren't planning on like a, *ahem* like makeup sex scene or anything…*awkward shuffle*"

REVAN: "Why?"

ME: "Oh God! Bastilla!

BASTILLA: *hangs head*

ME: "That's bloody brilliant!"

CARTH: "NO IT'S NOT! *SOB*"

ME & BASTILLA: "ROFL"

REVAN: "I'm bleeding to death and you guys are being morons…*sigh*, alright it is a little funny…"