Chapter 14

Darth Revan, Lord of the Sith, began to kiss his prospective Apprentice's back soothingly as they lay together, entangled on the mattress. He chuckled against her bare skin as he felt her shiver under his lips, the last two hours had been perhaps the most memorable of his life. They had spent those hours having the most intense relationsthat he had ever had in his life and he was sure that they had been the most intense of her life as well. If she had even had relations before, but that was indeed for another time and Revan didn't want to spoil this pivotal moment. His hands snaked around to her stomach and he pulled her closer to him. He could read her like cheap holonovel and what he was reading was simply this. Bastila was a swirling torrent of emotions, both good and bad, and he intended on harnessing both.

"You know, you must feel horrible with yourself," Revan chuckled against her skin, "You've spent the past two hours, making love to the Dark Lord of the Sith."

Bastila sighed, "I didn't realize that we were in love with each other Revan. So if you don't mind I do refuse to it that …"

"Well," Revan began with a slight roll of his eyes, "I can read your mind rather easily, and I know that you don't particularly dislike me as much as you say you do."

He pulled back and watched as the girl nodded her head slowly, "I know that, but I really don't know if I'm ready to accept that just yet."

"If it helps you at all in your thinking dear Bastila, I think in our time together, no matter how short it has been -… I've grown to-… care for you…" He admitted.

This was true, it was all true and he wasn't ashamed to admit it. Before their relations had happened, Revan was already dealing with the fact that he was growing to care for the girl but he was now admitting it. Not only to her, but to himself, and this made things very complicated for them both. It wasn't good to be close to the Dark Lord of the Sith in this capacity, especially during a war with a desperate enemy. Not to mention the fact that this woman, this beautiful woman was someone that he also wanted to train to take his place one day. Revan had made a mess for himself and he had no idea how to move forward from here. But he was going to continue down this path and he was going to see where it took him. Sith had no fear and he was sure that he had nothing to fear from Bastila, "Really-... I had no idea that-…"

"I know that I've been insufferable as of late," Revan said tenderly, almost uncharacteristically, "But that's only because I want you around me all the time and you seem to resist me at every turn. You've intrigued me from the moment I heard of you, I knew that when I heard of your abilities and your exploits on Fondor, you'd be special. I wish that you'd let me into your world Bastila, because I really hate it when I have to force myself into it. I'm sharing my emotions Bastila, say something."

Bastila yawned, and stretched her back, "I really don't know what to say, I was taught to inhibit emotions. I'm not very good at expressing them openly."

"That's the fundamental flaw the Jedi, Humans need to have their baser desires met unless you have a desire to develop some mental disease," He chuckled gingerly into her ear before he lightly kissed it, "I sense that you seem to be thinking about this, I'll leave you too it. Besides I have to deal with those twenty communiqués that I ignored while I was teaching you."

She nodded her head and sighed dreamily, she couldn't deny it any longer and as much as she'd like to forget that she had done that for two hours, she had and she had enjoyed it.

And she wanted to enjoy it again.

How low she had fallen…

Raising his cowl, he stepped onto the command bridge and at that instant everyone stood at attention. They knew that Revan had this not so terrifying demeanor about him most of the time, so unlike Sith Battleships of the past, the entire crew didn't have to live in fear of their commander. Admiral Yarr even noticed a kick in his step, much to her amusement. Something had happened to him to make him this way and curiosity dangerously filled her mind as Revan walked past her to stand at the head of the bridge, "Before you ask Yarr, no it is none of your business and yes it is that."

"Well since you are in a good mood," Yarr added as she stepped up next to him and motioned towards the command console, "You have about fifteen transmissions from the Star Forge. They want to know if they have the authorization to fire on all ships that are under the command of Malak and his Admirals, assurances for the troops."

Revan smirked, by the force some people were complete imbeciles, "Of course they need to fire on Malak's ships, did they expect Malak's soldiers to just surrender?"

"And you also received a message from your special forces that paid visits to the traitorous Admirals," Yarr said as she pointed to a log message, "They've been dealt with and their families are in the process of being deported to Tatooine …"

"That'll be a clear enough message for them to stay away," Revan chuckled as he ran through the logs, "Listen to this, the Supreme Chancellor has checked into a medical facility on Coruscant for exhaustion. I must be doing something right for once …"

Yarr's eyebrows rose, "Do you want to take advantage of the situation?"

Turning to his Chief Admiral, Revan actually smiled, "No, let that little man have his rest, he'll need it when my warships blot out the sky of Coruscant itself. Besides, I think its complete rubbish to say that you want to check into a medical facility for stress …"

"Well, with all due respect," Yarr put her hands on her hips, "What would you do?"

Revan quickly deactivated the command console and smiled at the Twi'lek. These were the lighthearted moments that he did enjoy with his command staff, but he knew that very soon things would get serious and he would need to put on his warrior mentality. Not to mention the fact that he would be infiltrating Malak's ship with a team and Bastila by his side. He really just needed to meditate right now, "Play mind games with some unsuspecting little fool. I am the Dark Lord of the Sith after all."

Dusting imagery dust off of his robe, he shrugged at the slightly colored face of Admiral Yarr and set off towards the exit, "I'll be mediating, alert me when we reach the outskirts of the Rakata System. Remember Yarr, I am to be personally informed that we've arrived. Timing is crucial in this situation, and I intend to win this time against him."

He was one with the force, a part of it and he could feel it ebbing within him. The ebb of life aboard the ship was strong. Revan could feel the presences of the lowest lieutenant to Admiral Yarr herself. His chest rose slowly as he continued to clear his mind. The small part of himself that was still a Jedi could archive this perfectly, and he wasn't willing to admit that he enjoyed this peace. Revan somehow wondered how he could still stay in touch with the Dark Side and break the first verse of the Sith Code and the most important one. Peace wasn't a lie. Peace was achievable if you searched for it. Peace was silent moments like this. Peace was sitting on a beach with no sound but the lapping of the water. As of late, Revan could also say that peace was kissing Bastila's neck after coming down from their self induced high.

A smile formed across his lips as he felt a slight stirring in the force. It was coming from outside of his Meditation Chamber, and it was a pent of ball of swirling emotions.

It was his latest project and interest, "Right on time."

Authors Note: You will seriously have to forgive me, I've just got over my flu and I had a little catching up to do at work not to mention my other stories and I just simply didn't have time to write an update for this. This story is very important to me and I fully intend on finishing it, but I've just be so busy lately. I hope that you'll forgive the grammatical errors, I just typed this up on a bout of coffee and I didn't really bother to spell check it. This really was something to just get me warmed up.

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