Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic
Bastila's Redemption
Chapter XI
"Stop it," Bastila giggled as Revan pulled her back into their bed.
"Just stay here. We won't be back on Nar Shadda for another two days!" Revan pleaded.
"We're Jedi! We are supposed to work!" Bastila replied.
"I'm pretty sure Jedi aren't supposed to sleep together," Revan pointed out.
"Revan, stop. You're like a twelve year old with a new toy!"
Revan climbed on top of Bastila, pinning her to the bed. "I'm not letting you go," he told her.
"What, you're just going to force me to stay here and sleep with you?" She asked playfully.
"That's the notion," Revan replied as he buried his face in her neck. Bastila moaned as she felt his hands explore her body.
"I guess I could stay for a little while."
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"I dated a bith back on Nar Shadda after the Jedi Cival War. He made less noise than those two," Navin told Visas. The miraluka chuckled.
"I have not seen true love in some time. I find it refreshing," she replied.
"Yeah, love, sex, dating. All good things. They do not have to make so much noise about it," the exile said resolutely.
"Analysis: Mistress Navin, you seem to be exhibiting numerous symptoms of jealousy."
Navin turned and rounded on the droid. "Jealousy?" She demanded. "Keep talking and I'll make sure we drop you off in a nice scrap yard!"
"Statement: I will take your denial of being jealous as a sign that you are in fact quite jealous of Mistress Bastila."
"Why would I be jealous of Bastila?" Navin snapped.
"Response: As a droid I cannot relate, but according to past experience, you are jealous that she is having sexual intercourse with Master Revan and you are not."
"Revan?" Navin demanded. "He's a Jedi!"
"Resignation: Mistress, if you wish to deny the fact that you are jealous, by all means, do so. I cannot stop you."
"Go space yourself," Navin flared.
"Are you concerned as to what this might do?" Visas asked.
"Huh?" Navin asked, turning her attention back to the miraluka.
"What if Bastila becomes pregnant or one of them should perish in the coming battles?" Visas asked.
"Hey, it's not my problem," Navin replied with a shrug. "Bastila gets knocked up, cool. Revan gets himself killed, whoopee day."
"Query: Why do wish the destruction of Master Revan, when you clearly wish he would, quote, "make love" to you?"
"Shut up!" Navin shouted as she sent a hydrospanner flying towards the droid. "I do not have a thing for Revan!"
"You may wish to keep your voice down," Visas advised.
"Why? They'll never hear me over their groping," Navin sneered as she got up and stomped out of the room.
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"I have never called it "love making" you stupid droid," Navin muttered as she walked into her barrack. Navin stopped and could here Bastila and Revan on the other side of the ship. "Shut up!" She shouted.
Navin felt the dark energies of her anger welling up inside of her. The Force passed through her and around her. The dark side was inside of her and it was angry. "Why?" She asked. She had never thought of Revan that way before. Now that he was sleeping with some Jedi, it shouldn't bother her this way.
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Visas sat alone in the barrack that she and Navin shared, deep in her meditative state. She felt everything going on for miles, which at the moment, wasn't much. Bastila and Revan were still together. Navin was sparring with herself, a great deal of anger pulsated from her. The droids were somewhere on the ship, she could never tell where, due to the fact that they were not organic beings.
The miraluka Sith let her mind wander. She let her mind wander to the day her home planet had been destroyed. She had been a Jedi apprentice back then. She had watched her planet die as the Sith Lord walked its surface. There had been no blaster fire, no destruction or explosions, just death.
She watched her master die in front of her and she watched as the Sith Lord had rounded on her. To this day she did not know why he could not kill her. He had attempted to drain her, but it had weakened him. It had been the first time in years that he had drawn his lightsaber. Their duel had been brief. He had destroyed her lightsaber and managed to graze her stomach with his own. That was when things changed. He had felt the pain that she felt. Every time he hit her, he felt it too. Blows that would not normally hurt him had knocked the wind out of him, because she hadn't been able to stand up to them. At first he had believed that the only way to be rid of the pain would be to kill her. He tried to kill her with a quick burst of his Force Storm abilities. The pain had been too much for either of them to bear.
He had taken her captive. He threw her into a cell and left her to rot on his ship. It was weeks later when he realized that she had any type of potential. She killed the most powerful dark Jedi on board the Ravager. He had taken her on as an apprentice and she had learned how to master some of the most powerful dark side Force abilities.
The memories made her cringe. Just because he couldn't kill her didn't mean he couldn't use her. He had motivated his men by offering her to them. She couldn't count how many nights she had been forced to endure the sick pleasures of his men.
The air around Visas crackled. The dark side within her exploded and she sent waves of energy through space. Everyone in a ship for thousands of miles felt a wave that made them shiver.
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Bastila and Revan stopped. "What is that?" Bastila cried as she felt the familiar energy wash over her. The terrible feeling made her tremble.
"It's the miraluka!" Revan cried.
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Several thousand miles away, on board a destroyed Mandalorian ship, the dark Sith Lord, Darth Nihilus, turned his head. "There she is," he hissed.
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Navin stopped and gasped. She had never felt such anger before. Visas had lost it. Her hand instinctively went to her hip, to her lightsaber. She ignited the silver blade and darted out of the room.
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"What if we can't get near her," Bastila asked as she pulled on her robes. "That energy could corrupt us, Revan!"
"I can handle it," he replied and he opened a drawer to Bastila's dresser. He smiled as he pulled out an extra single bladed lightsaber. "You hide this in your underwear drawer?" He asked.
"Not now!" She snapped.
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Navin, Bastila, and Revan ran into the barracks. Visas was still sitting on the ground, the dark energy pulsing around her. "Visas!" Navin cried. The Sith didn't reply. She probably didn't even notice the exile. "Visas, stop!"
Revan knew that this wouldn't work. He ignited the lightsaber he had borrowed from Bastila and rushed forward. Before he could get near her, a bolt of electricity traveled through the ground and struck Revan, sending him flying through the air, and smashing into the wall.
"Revan!" Bastila shrieked.
"No!" Navin cried, pulling Bastila back as she tried to run to him. "He's fine!"
Indeed, Revan was fine. He was slowly pulling himself to his feet. He ignited the lightsaber again and tried to throw it at her. The lightsaber was deflected by another wave of electricity. "Damn," he swore. He gathered all the lightside energy that was in the room, which was not much, and threw it at Visas. The wave of energy didn't even make it on her radar.
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Visas still sat isolated in the dark energies that poured through her. Revan and Bastila had been smacked around by her powers, while Navin had stood back and let her. The exile saw the pattern and knew what to do. She deactivated her lightsaber and clipped it to her belt.
Navin began to walk towards Visas. She saw the electric bolt coming towards her. A simple side step was all that she needed. The next one was no different. Within moments she was close enough to Visas. She leapt towards the miraluka and tackled her to the ground.
Visas didn't realize what had happened. She was instantly battle ready. Her red lightsaber activated and she swung viciously at her. Navin's saber activated and blocked. Before Visas could attack again, Navin quickly kneed her in the stomach.
Visas doubled over and before she could react Navin knocked her out.
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"Everyone in the galaxy is going to be after us now," Revan stated. "Visas' breakout will cause problems. With that said, I think it's best if we continue to Nar Shadda and then wait to see if it made any ripples."
"It's not a bad plan, Rev, but what if she snaps again?" Navin asked.
"Then we'll deal with that when the time comes," he replied. "But, Navin, she is technically your apprentice. Watch her."
Navin sighed. "Sure, while you two go get some, I have to watch a psychotic Sith."
Bastila blushed heavily at Navin's words, whereas Revan just smiled. "We'll try to keep it down so you don't get jealous," he teased.
JEALOUS! There was that damned word again. I AM NOT JEALOUS! Navin screamed inside her head. The exile managed to keep herself composed. She smiled sweetly and replied, "Jealous of what? I'd rather sleep with a gamorrean."
"Oh, really?" Revan asked.
"Really," Navin replied, holding her ground.
"I think I remember seeing a gamorrean bar back on Coruscant. I'll point you in their direction when we get back."
"And I'll do them proudly," the exile said firmly.
Revan chuckled and shook his head. "I didn't get much sleep last night. I'm going to bed."
"Didn't get much sleep," Navin muttered under her breath. "He thinks he's so cute."
"Well I'm sleeping with him, so I'm off," Bastila spoke.
"Why do I care so much?" Navin asked when they were both gone.
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"REVAN!" The name echoed throughout the entire ship, causing him to bolt up quickly. He jumped out of bed and pulled on his pants. As a precaution he grabbed the lightsaber he had borrowed from Bastila.
"Wait here," he ordered.
Bastila scoffed. "Naked girl waits while boyfriend goes to save the day? What am I a damsel in distress?" She demanded as she tossed off the sheet and pulled a robe on to cover herself.
Revan and Bastila came into the cockpit and saw Navin, her eyes were glued to the holonews reported.
"The attack on Coruscant is believed to have been the handy work of former Sith Lord, Darth Revan," the news reporter was saying as a picture of Revan appeared on screen. "And his apprentice, Bastila Shan." A picture of her also appeared next to Revan's. It is unknown as to weather or not the two Sith Lord has help in planning the attack, but it is known that they are armed and dangerous. Anyone who has any information regarding their whereabouts is urged to report it to the nearest Jedi authority."
"By the Force," Bastila whispered.
"Darth Revan was one of the Jedi who left the order to aid the Republic in the Mandalorian Wars. After he crushed the Mandalorians on Malachor V, he disappeared and was neither he, nor his apprentice, Malak were seen for two years. When they returned from the beyond the outer rim they were ruthless and waged war across the Republic. It was thought that Revan was murdered by his new apprentice, Bastila, but he resurfaced almost a year ago and killed Darth Malak. Several months ago, Darth Revan and Knight Shan left the Jedi and have not been seen since."
Revan flipped the switch and stared at the controls on the Hawk's panel. He hadn't seen this coming. "Bastila, Navin, go to bed. I'll pilot for a while."
"But-,"
"Just go," he replied calmly.
Bastila sighed. She had heard that tone before. Revan was serious. "Promise me you'll come to bed sometime tonight."
Revan didn't answer. Bastila sighed again and left. Revan shook his head. "Computer," he said seriously. "Load the Tatooine swoop race tapes," he ordered.
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Bastila could see something very clearly. Despite the fact that she saw it and she was completely aware of her surroundings, she could not move. She could not influence what she saw in any way possible. Every attempt at movement proved fruitless. She felt a hint of claustrophobia hitting her. She was a prisoner in a body that could not move.
What Bastila saw made her prison even worse. There were two people in front of her. The first was Revan, although he looked slightly different, slightly… older. His normally flawless dark brown hair had traces of grey. His muscles looked a little more worn and his face showed the effects of years of toil and hard work. His face twisted with pain, not physical pain, but the agony of watching something horrible happen to a loved one.
Bastila didn't recognize the second person, but she felt like she knew her. The second person was a girl, maybe eighteen or so. She wore black robes that Bastila recognized as those of the dark Jedi. Her dark brown hair was pulled back into a long pony-tail and her sapphire blue eyes betrayed none of her emotions. Bastila recognized the facial features, but she could not tell where she knew them from. The girl seemed so familiar, but Bastila was sure that they had never met.
"So you finally came?" The girl sneered at Revan. "I thought you might." Revan didn't say anything. He tried to remain passive, but the despair rolled off of him in waves. "What's the matter? Aren't you happy to see me?" She asked sarcastically.
"Don't," he spoke dryly.
"What?" She asked as a smirk formed on her lips.
"Please don't do this," he begged. "You can still come back!"
The girl didn't justify him with an answer. Instead she laughed. It was a horrible and sick laugh that Bastila would never forget and she never wanted to hear it again. Unfortunately she would hear it again. It would haunt her until the day she died.
"How many times did I use that word?" She asked. "How many times did I beg you not to go and you ignored me?" Her voice was not filled with anger or resentment. She was thoroughly amused with herself.
"The Republic-,"
"Blah, blah, blah!" The girl bantered. "That excuse hasn't worked for years. Do you really believe that I would suddenly buy it now?"
"Please, Rave, don't," Revan begged. "We can walk away!"
"Don't wanna," the girl replied. "In fact I wanna go all the way. I wanna make sure I can never go back!"
"Raven, it's-,"
"Don't say it's never too late for redemption!" She snapped. "Cause I'm through with it. I don't care what you and the Jedi believe. I will never go back!"
"Raven, I will never give up on you! Your mother still believes in you! I still believe-,"
"Save it!" She snapped. "This is over." The girl, Raven, unclipped a single bladed lightsaber from her waist and ignited it. A ruby red beam of energy poured out of it. She raised it in a perfect Ataru form.
"Raven, please, don't," Revan begged one last time.
"Sorry, Daddy, but it's over!"
Raven cleared the distance between the two of them in a single jump, bringing her lightsaber down at Revan. In the very last instant, his lightsaber appeared out of no where and blocked hers. The blue blade of his weapon sparkled against her red one. She broke off and began to assault him with breath taking speed and grace. Revan countered every one of her attack and jumped away. Raven rushed after him. Their sabers clashed once more and Revan tried to put distance between them again.
"Fight back!" Raven snapped as she viciously swung her lightsaber. Revan blocked the lightsaber and used a Force wave to throw her backwards. She went spinning through the room. Right when it seemed she'd slam into the wall she pulled herself out of the fall and landed foot first on it. Another lightsaber appeared from within her robes and a red blade appeared. She pushed off the wall and went rocketing at Revan.
Revan knew Raven's style well, having trained her himself. She was deadly with one lightsaber, but the grim reaper paired in comparison when she used two. He wasn't sure if he could simply dodge or block her attacks, but he didn't have a choice.
"Raven!" He cried as he jumped aside and knocked her out of her attack with another Force wave. She slammed into the ground and her lightsabers went rolling away. She snatched them back with the Force and they were instantly ablaze. Revan and Raven clashed once again. Revan was drawing on almost all of his Force energy to keep up with Raven's brutal speed and skill. Raven seemed to be fine. She hadn't faltered one bit.
Raven finally broke Revan's defense. Her first lightsaber forced his out of her way, while her second one ran through his stomach. Revan's eyes went wide and he inhaled sharply. Blood began to form in his mouth and dribbled out of his mouth. He coughed lightly and blood sprinkled onto her face.
A wide smile spread across her face. "I win," she whispered into his ear. She retracted her lightsaber and the blade fell back into the hilt. "The great Darth Revan," she snorted. "Rot in Hell, my lord!" She said with emphasis on the last two words.
Revan's body keeled over and he slammed into the ground and Raven turned to look at the blast door as it opened. Bastila recognized the woman who came in as herself, only her dark brown hair was tinged with silver. Her face had almost no wrinkles, but Bastila recognized the texture of a worn life that was hurt and she saw the pain she had always feared knowing.
"Raven…" Bastila whispered.
"Hello, Mother," Raven said. The younger Bastila knew the sound. She had addressed her mother that very same way for years.
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"Are we in range?" The Sith Commander demanded.
"Yes sir," his soldier replied. "We can begin deploying troops as soon as you are ready."
"Deploy immediately," the responder hissed. Both the Sith commander and soldier cringed and turned to face their master. Darth Lendsie was the most dangerous Sith Lord in the armada that had been ordered to attack Coruscant. She was the personal apprentice of the true Master of the Sith and everyone knew it.
The Sith Commander typed in the code that would put his voice on speakers across the street. "Attention, this is Commander Kend. Begin deploying troops and bombardment on Coruscant!" He ordered.
Darth Lendsie smiled. "Commander, have my shuttle prepared," she ordered as she turned to walk out of them room.
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"All hands to ships!" The speaker called throughout the hangar. The Sith troops were running through the hangar, preparing for their strike on Coruscant. Ships were flying out every couple of seconds as the fleet soared towards the capital planet of the Republic.
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"Chancellor, the Sith are making their approach," Admiral Jannel reported. "The battle will begin shortly."
The supreme chancellor nodded and turned off his intercom. "Are the Jedi ready?" He asked as he turned to face Master Vandar.
"They are," he replied.
"Then the only thing we can do now is pray," the chancellor said sadly.
Vandar nodded.
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Ships were flying out of hangars across Coruscant, flying towards the Sith fleet that approached. Their hope was that they would be able to thin the Sith out before they managed to reach the planet, making the Jedi's job easier.
Everything from small one man U-Wings, S Wings, and K Wings to large battle cruisers rushed towards the Sith Armada. The moment they broke out of the atmosphere lasers began to fire and bombs began to fly towards the Sith Fleet.
"FOR THE REPUBLIC!"
"FOR THE SITH!"
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Revan looked up. "It's begun," he whispered.
