Chapter 9

Most of his team members had been killed, it was only him and three other men left. Jaq knew that Malak was saving him for last and he was completely sure that Malak understood that he wouldn't break. He knew that he was going to have the living hell tortured out of him and if he was going to die, he was going to die loyal to Darth Revan and no one else. Something else was making the entire ordeal almost enjoyable. He was confident that whatever he received from Malak wasn't half as bad as what Malak would receive at the hand of Revan and Jaq could go to his grave happy with that knowledge.

With his hands and feet magna-clamped together, he lightly whistled a tune. He knew that it would drive his supervisor insane and it wasn't as if it was an act anyway. He had been through much worse than having a jolt of electricity shot through him every now and then. During the Mandalorian War, he had been captured by a Mando Scout frigate and had been subject to much worse than the occasional shock. When he felt the familiar tingle of the electricity pass through his system, he looked over to the control station and grinned cockily at the man, "Come on you can do better than that."

He didn't say anything, and Jaq couldn't help but snicker louder, "You're a pathetic little Schutta, you know that?"

And as he expected, a stronger and larger shock passed through his body. Jaq clenched his teeth as he felt every single muscle in his body contract and expand, and then when it stopped, he chuckled over his fast breathing and looked back to the man, "I've been tortured by Mandalorian Doctors before, I know what real pain is you little fool. Now are you going to call your master or are we going to continue to screw around with this game?"

"Listen to what he says Ensign," A familiar electronic voice sounded from the shadowed entrance to the room, "This one will not break whatsoever."

Jaq narrowed his eyes, "That's the smartest thing that you've said in awhile Malak."

"How long did he know of the plan Jaq? From the very beginning, is that it?" Malak questioned as he stepped forward and crossed his arms over his chest.

He smirked and was able to perform something of shrug, "You know how he is with his telekinesis and all. I assume that he knew about it from the very beginning. But I suppose that hinges on how long this has been in the works, how long? Months? Weeks? Come on Malak, you need to give me something here."

The apprentice to the Dark Lord of the Sith looked, annoyed to say the least. Jaq was playing on his insecurities and Malak knew that and he was obviously growing angry with himself for taking the bait. Between Revan and Malak, they both knew that Revan was the strongest in his abilities. And Malak understood that Revan's power over the mind was perhaps the best explanation for his plan being found. Revan had proven that he was able to break the strongest minds in the force and he had done it with ease and the minds of mere soldiers should have been child's play to break open, "And he thought that you could stop me?"

"Well he wasn't a fool," Jaq shot back with an amused smirk, "He knew that it would be a pain in the ass to try and board your ship. So he sent me and my unit to apprehend you, bring you back to the ship and he'd deal with you as he would deal with all traitors and cowards. You know what that punishment is Malak."

Malak growled, partly because he knew that it would mean an incredibly agonizing death at Revan's hand if he were captured, "So he sent you of all people?"

"He was busy, and he had trained my entire unit himself for months," The captured assassin shrugged, "He knew I could take you."

The tall man stepped forward and his golden eyes peered into Jaq's with fire in them, "And it would have worked if you hadn't revealed yourself in the force."

"True," Jaq nodded once with a smile, "You must be aware Lord Malak that you are officially a dead man, neither side will want you in fact you have the entire Sith Empire hunting you at this moment and you'll soon have the Supreme Chancellor of the Republic looking for you, because he is a Telosian."

"We'll see about that Jaq," Malak growled before turning on his heel, "You are not to stop administering shocks until he falls unconscious."


Revan was never this rough with women, but he was losing his patience with this girl. She was a complete and total whelp and he cursed the name of the force itself for bestowing the gift of Battle Meditation upon her, if it weren't for that fact alone, he would have done away with her days ago. But she had this gift and she was inherently talented, so she would remain and he wouldn't kill her no matter how irritating she was.

Yanking her down the corridor, he was thankful that the duty shift had just started so that it was completely empty. He counted silently to himself as he dragged the Jedi down towards the Holoroom. He was going to do this and he didn't really give a damn what happened to the girl. Conventional wisdom dictated that an emotional response would come from the result of witnessing or reliving a painful or traumatic event, and there was nothing more painful than the death of a family member that you loved.

"When Telos IV was destroyed," Revan began quietly, letting out as much menace in his voice as he could, "Your Uncle, Bre'tal Shan was on planet side for a hunting conference that was going to award him for being one of the best hunters in the Quadrant. But he didn't receive that award did he? In fact he wasn't able to step off of the ship."

He was manipulating his voice to spar a reaction from her. Revan sounded as if he was mocking her Uncle's Death and he knew exactly what he was doing. If Bastila knew that or not, Revan didn't know, but he could feel the anger brimming on the surface the moment she heard his words and the Dark Lord couldn't help but smirk. "What did you say?"

"I said the turbolasers vaporized his ship before the landing struts could be deployed, imagine the pain that he went through, but I suppose that's a stupid thought because the yield from an Interdictor Cruiser would turn him into plasma before he could even know something was wrong," Revan smirked, her hate was quickly approaching the precipice.

When he turned to meet her, he was hit by something that he didn't expect. And it came in the form of Bastila's fist. It took him by genuine surprise, and when she reached up to punch him in the fact again, his lighting reflexes caught her arm. But he was distracted enough not to see her leg come up and strike him in the groin. This was another reason why he was thankful for the empty corridor, the Dark Lord of the Sith seen like this?

Sunk down onto his back, he lightly crossed his hands over his …areas… and looked up at her with surprise, "M-My Goodness. I didn't know that you had that in you Bastila."

"Take back what you said now!" Bastila hissed, glaring murder down at him.

Revan grinned up at her, "What? The fact that in the process of a second, your Uncle was reduced to nothing but matter, or was it the fact that you went insane afterwards?"

His eyes widened as the Jedi Girl straddled him and began to punch him. It was more of an annoyance than painful, even though she was clearly using the force to back up her attack on him. This was excellent. Bastila was already using the force as a tool and he wondered if she knew that she was already using the force as a weapon instead of an ally? He smirked.

"You're slipping you little whelp," Revan breathed out in a laugh between the punches, "I can already see you by my side as my apprentice, you only have to accept the fact."

Bastila didn't respond. It was almost as if she didn't hear him, which was also good. She was blinded by her hate and it had completely over taken her Jedi brainwashing. With a great exertion of the force, he pushed her over to reverse their positions. He had made ground, now he was going to exploit it. Leaning up, his breath ghosted over her neck until he reached her ear, "You blame yourself. You blame the Jedi for his death. But there is only one person responsible for his demise and that same person tried to kill me today."

He smirked when he felt the shiver runt through her body, "Name him!"

"You know the answer," Revan responded breathing over the side of her neck once more.

"P-Prove it," Bastila hissed out, and it was clear that it wasn't in anger.

Revan smiled against her neck and on an impulse –Revan was a very impulsive person- nipped it between his teeth. Chuckling at her gasp, he rose up and smirked at her.

"If you'll follow me," Revan breathed with a disarming smile, "I'll prove it."


Authors Note:/ Things will tend to get a little mature, this is just a warning and the last section was a taste of that. So if you're offended by that sort of thing, or if you're just too small to read it, I recommend that you skip parts of the next chapter. Just sayin'

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