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"Revenge I can understand. It is my name's sake after all, but I can't get revenge on Malak. Malak has done nothing, taken nothing from me that I did not take from him before. He is the one seeking revenge... A shame for Bastila she had to travel with a bastard like me, considering how many enemies I have."
~Revan Qel-Droma to High Councillor Atris after his capture on Manaan~
Chapter 28: Control
A hiss of a respirator cut through Kashyyyk's Shadowlands, the ambient noise of distant creatures drowned out through thick vines and distance. Another hiss sounded as the respirator released its patient's breath. Having a lightsaber and blaster punctures and scorched lungs had left Revan weakened, almost dead after the fight had ended and he was forced to wear a respirator while his lungs healed. The device was a simple gray mask that covered his nose and mouth, a tube connected to a filter and power generator that kept Revan's lungs clean as they healed. The hissing of the breather had killed whatever stealth Revan would have been using if it had been just him. A dozen Jedi Knights with their weapons active and their eyes on the deposed Dark Lord made stealth an impossibility and Revan walked with labored breaths to the computer he had set-up on Kashyyyk years before, activating the mechanism to unlock the device, the process taking longer than necessary as his hands were secured firmly in binders that were resistant to Force-energy.
Kaera Nurr stepped forward, adding the information from the Kashyyyk Starmap to the Dantooine and Tatooine information. Manaan's information was being collected by a Republic team that Carth was heading and the only reason given for that was a confidential agreement between the Selkath and the Republic that couldn't be trusted outside of a select few in the Republic and Selkath hierarchy. Since Revan had not been a legal citizen in any government following his exile from the Jedi Order, betrayal by the Sith and the Republic wanted nothing to do with him, the Jedi had not been charged with disturbing the peace on Manaan. They'd even been given custody of a severely wounded Revan and transport was arranged on a Jedi-controlled Republic cruiser that was acting as the Jedi's mobile command station in lieu of the Jedi Temple and the various Enclaves spread across the Republic.
Mission and Zalbaar had been left in a Wookiee village along with a very angry Canderous. The Mandalorian had still been recovering from his injuries on Tatooine and hadn't put up much of a fight when he'd been dumped as baggage along with Mission and Zalbaar. Mission had vocally objected to being set aside and the girl's Wookiee companion looked ready to tear apart everyone in range but Revan had simply shook his head and all arguments had died. It was safer for them on Kashyyyk and Revan had simply lost the edge he held when Bastila was around. Without the Padawan's thoughts and emotions to balance out his own and give him a guide, he was merely running on autopilot, a simple drone that did as asked and gave no complaints. The Jedi's Mindwipe had consisted of some mental conditioning that had been very similar to mental triggers, though not as blatant. Revan simply did not have the emotion necessary to care if he backed the Jedi or the Sith and since the Jedi were the ones asking the questions, he was answering to them.
It disturbed Revan greatly as he was aware of his own thoughts on the matter and the emotions he would normally feel but didn't. He knew he should be resistant, but he wasn't. He knew he should be angry, but he felt nothing and he knew some part of him should be concerned for Bastila, but he felt only a strain at the edge of his senses, a flickering of agony and terror that was so distant he couldn't actually feel anything.
"We have what we need. Now where is the final Starmap, Revan?"
Kaera asked calmly, her blue eyes snapping to Revan's impassive face. She wouldn't admit it aloud, but she was unnerved by the man's empty expression and while she'd first taken it as concern for Bastila or perhaps silent rage at being caught again, she knew it was something deeper, something unnatural. Revan's brain had been damaged in his initial capture and even before that it had sustained multiple traumas from injury and war and simple mental breakdowns. There wasn't much in there when the Jedi had stuck their fingers into Revan's head and Kaera wondered at the extent of Revan's brain damage and if it really was all due to Malak's betrayal or if the Jedi had done something, cut some important part out of Revan to make him docile, easily controlled. He only seemed to be himself when Bastila was close, or at least what she assumed was his standard personality and the Jedi Knight fought down her doubts and unease. Revan was a monster and deserved what happened to him and either way he couldn't change.
"Korriban, the Valley of the Dark Lords in the tomb of Naga Sadow. For you to infiltrate the site unnoticed you will need to pose as a Sith student and pass the trials necessary to gain access to the room. It is sealed and used as a training method to help students channel their darker and more primal urges. I suggest Juhani for the mission. She is passionate but also a believer in the Jedi ways. No amount of corruption would see her turn again."
Kaera pursed her lips, glancing at her fellow Jedi. She would think having eleven other Jedi Knights guarding Revan would be excessive, but she had seen the man stand up to Kavar and Nomi Sunrider for longer than he had any right to and they were taking no chances. The fact that Revan was clad in his armor was simply for his safety. There was no telling what weapons were hidden away in his armor but Revan's current mindset was strange. All he did was eat, sleep and train unless asked. It was... unsettling and wrong. Kaera had seen the man beneath whatever he was now and she knew something was terribly wrong to have made Revan so... docile. Before he had been like a wild animal, untamed and strong but now he was simply a tool, a weapon even if she were to stretch her mind. Pushing aside her unease and doubts, Kaera focused on the mission and its importance. The fate of the Republic and the Jedi Order rested in her hands and she would use Revan, kill him if necessary to protect her way of life. She'd resolved this after Tatooine, after he had so easily evaded her and shown his true colors. The colors of a Sith Lord. Not that he'd made any effort to hide them beneath a thin veneer of civility. Revan would always be a monster, regardless of the extent of his current condition. It wouldn't be permanent.
"Juhani is on probation for her actions on Dantooine and her actions in support of you. She had plenty of opportunities to turn you back over to our custody and chose not to. As a result she is to be kept under watch by her former Master and under guard so she is not a danger to herself or any of those around her. You do not make the decisions, Revan."
Revan's eyes turned to stare at Kaera Nurr, unblinking and blank as he responded through the respirator over his mouth. There was no inflection in his voice, no tone and it was a flat, dead thing that made Kaera shiver as a chill rose up her spine.
"If you wish to die, that is your prerogative. I was merely offering the most logical choice."
Analyzing Revan's words, Kaera couldn't decide if he was being honest or if it had been mocking. It could have been a threat for all she knew or a warning and the Jedi Knight glared at the deposed Sith Lord as he was shoved roughly by one of his escort guards to move on through the Shadowlands and back to the lift to the walkways high above. What was visible of Revan's face showed no emotion, no reaction to the rough treatment and his eyes gave away nothing as he continued on the path, oblivious or uncaring of his rough treatment and the fear and agitation of the Jedi handling him. It was almost enough to shame Kaera that Jedi would act in such a petty way to a prisoner... almost. The prisoner was a man responsible for countless deaths and unfathomable evil and she quickly got over her momentary lapse of judgement. Guilt was a word to be associated with Revan only in regards to his actions, not his treatment. Repeating that thought again in her own mind, Kaera's eyes hardened as she turned to glare at Revan's back. The bastard was probably laughing and antagonizing them all on purpose.
Revan was not antagonizing the Jedi around him, he simply didn't care one way or the other. He knew what he'd done as a Sith Lord and a Jedi and he didn't care. He knew why he was fighting such a seemingly senseless and wasteful war but the emotion behind the drive had taken away the drive to defeat the True Sith. Revan had simply become what the Jedi had made of him, what they planned for him to be all along in his training and what they had tried to make him when they'd forced the mindwipe upon him. A mindless drone and a willing slave. Loyalty to the Code was all that seemed to matter to the Jedi Order anymore, a Code that had been re-worded four decades before because of Exar Kun, but one that persisted. In the corner of Revan's mind, a skeptical part of him that wouldn't surface had scoffed.
"A Code that changes at their whim. A flawed Code meant to control, not to teach."
Even with the barest of resistance, Revan was helpless against the mind-suggestions that the Jedi around him were channeling. There were so many drugs flowing through his veins that he had simply been sapped of his anger and the fact that he could barely feel Bastila had made him nothing more than an automaton. He would learn, follow orders and train. Just as he had in those months after the mindwipe when he was locked away in his quarters and living a lie as a Republic soldier. He'd been a Republic soldier, a General once and it hadn't stuck. It never stuck.
"Malak is going to kill all of you for this."
Revan stated with absolute certainty, his mouth turning into a grim smile before anything he would have felt passed behind a shadow of nothingness. Empty of his drive, his will, Revan merely looked back on his life and actions with detached curiosity, unable to bring up the emotions that accompanied the actions. He had told the Jedi simply because they had asked him to be clear on the threats surrounding them. Malak would kill them for what they'd done to Revan.
"Why would he do that? I'd think Malak would enjoy seeing his old Master walking around like a trained Kath Hound."
One of the Jedi, a Rodian man sneered before he had the decency to look ashamed. He was a Jedi and above such things but having the man responsible for the pain and destruction in their galaxy beside him was almost too much. Without taking insult, Revan faced the Rodian with a blank expression, no anger in his words when he responded with the same flat tone he'd used since... well, since the Jedi put him on enough painkillers and anti-psychotics to take down a Rancor.
"Malak was subservient to me. To see his enemies enslave one who had enslaved him would drive him into a fit of rage. He will kill all of you and he has the skill and strength to do so with ease. He was almost beyond me when the High Council attempted to erase my memories and will and his powers can only grow."
Silence answered Revan as the group of Jedi all halted, twelve pairs of eyes focusing on the Lord of Revenge. The Force had shown no deceit in Revan's statement and each Jedi felt their stomachs drop.
"Why did you betray the Jedi Order?"
Revan tilted his head, glancing at Kaera Nurr with a look of annoyance that dropped quickly.
"I told you that already. They sided with Lucian Draay after the Padawan Massacre on Taris and they tried to arrest me and all of the other Revanchists when all we wanted was to protect the Republic, to protect the peace we were supposedly the guardians of. Refusing to fight an enemy doesn't make the threat go away and it doesn't bring peace. Imagine what would have happened if the Jedi hadn't sided with the Republic during this war. If they did as they had during the Mandalorian wars."
Jolee Bindo frowned from where he stood at the front of the group, leading the Jedi through the Shadowlands. He'd caught up a bit in the recent weeks since leaving Kashyyyk and he knew enough of the ways of the galaxy to read between the lines of the reports. Still, he'd always been a bit rebellious and even if he was an old man it didn't means he didn't still have that streak of rebellion still in his heart. Questions brought knowledge and wisdom, not blind obedience.
"Reports I read said the Jedi saw a threat beyond the Mandalorians. Had to do with some of the things the Jedi Covenant were making such a mess over. They did a stupid thing, but they still made an effort to stop your war. They saw Malak destroying Taris. Your war has cost more lives and worlds than the Mandalorian's war. How could they just stand back and let you take over the Republic?"
Revan turned to Jolee, frowning at the man a moment before he processed all the information.
"You are strange, old man. It worries me. Or would, normally."
At the blank tone and the phantom of concern, Jolee rolled his eyes as he scoffed.
"Make you think I have the taint of the Darkside, kid? Oooooh. Scary!"
Reluctantly, several Jedi smiled at that while Revan merely stared at Jolee before the older Jedi turned away. Without expression, Revan continued walking, his eyes focused on the future. He should escape from the Jedi as they had no further use for him and would likely lock him away and while he did not truly care, Revan wasn't one to be caged and he would avoid it if at all possible. Taking a moment to collect his strength and thoughts, Revan decided that escape was the best course of action. From there, he would meet up with the Sith still loyal to him over Roon and become a little thorn in someone's side. Whether he would be Malak's or the Jedi's annoyance, Revan had not yet decided. Mentally shrugging at his plans, Revan stood at the center of the lift to the walkways above. A small click, unheard when coupled with the sound of his respirator drew a small smirk to Revan's lips that one of the Jedi noticed.
"What are you smiling at?"
The Jedi asked with a sneer, moments before he fell from the slowly raising lift into the Shadowlands. Shouts of distress soon followed Revan's sudden attack.
"What the-"
"Look out he's loose!"
"By the Force!"
"Jaden, No!"
Due to the tight space of the lift and the sudden and unexpected disappearance of one of their companions, the Jedi failed to react in time and Revan leapt over the edge of the lift, falling into the dark depths of Kashyyyk's Shadowlands without a sound. Making to follow, Kaera was restrained by Jolee as the old former Padawan looked over the edge of the lift with a grim frown.
"Its too high to survive, kid. We can take the lift back down once we get topside. It won't stop until we get there anyways with how the counterweights are balanced."
With a sigh, Kaera nodded her agreement as she joined Jolee in silently staring over the edge of the lift. A cable from a Mandalorian wrist-launcher gleamed briefly against the edge of the lift before it tightened from the weight of Revan's descent. The lift shifted ever-so-slightly before the cable was cut and Revan dropped harmlessly to the ground in a crouch, his respirator hissing as he drew in a breath.
Taking a moment to allow the aches and pains of his injured body to ease, Revan calmly walked towards the Jedi he had thrown over the edge of the lift, dropping his eyes to the Jedi's broken leg before he took a step back to avoid the Jedi's desperate attack. Having been taken completely by surprise, the Jedi was severely injured internally and could barely stand, let alone fight. Revan calmly took the Jedi's weapon from his hand, casually bringing his elbow into the Jedi's face to knock him down before he flipping the saber over and cut through his binders. Without a second though, Revan reversed the blue lightsaber blade and decapitated the Jedi as he tried to stand again before making his way to the edge of one of the many trees, his eyes flicking upwards. With a grunt of annoyance, Revan clipped the Jedi's lightsaber to his belt before he activated a small mechanism in both of his gauntlets and two serrated blades popped out of the sides. Walking to the base of the tree, Revan took in a steadying breath before he began the long, long climb to the walkways high above. It wouldn't take too long to get up there, not if he let himself get pissed enough to ignore the protests of his body and injuries.
Kaera Nurr stared down at the decapitated body of her fellow Jedi with a sigh before she turned to look at the lift. They'd left two Jedi topside with the Wookiee controlling the device to guard it while she, Jolee and the remaining Jedi searched for their lost companion and prisoner. Jolee was the first to find Revan's trail and easily followed the path to where Revan had started his arduous climb. With a low whistle, Jolee turned his eyes from the towering tree to the marks in the bark. He'd seen similar marks before and with a frown, the aged former Padawan scoffed aloud at their own stupidity. They should've used a Republic set of armor and not Revan's own armor but the Jedi were so focused on Revan's Force-powers and not overly concerned as he had no lightsaber that they did not realize the man's armor was a simple treasure-trove of weaponry.
"Kid's a Mandalorian as well as a Qel-Droma? That explains a lot, I suppose. Any of you get the impression he coulda killed us all on that lift and taken it up himself?"
Kaera nodded absently, her eyes following the marks Revan's gauntlet-blades made.
"Mandalorian wrist-blades. I should've checked but I was too worried over the thought of someone taking a shot at him. We needed him to unlock the Starmap here on Kashyyyk and he seemed so... docile."
Jolee huffed on a half-laugh and shook his head as the Jedi hauled away the body of their fallen comrade.
"The kid is smart and worse, he's patient. If he's anything like other Mandalorians or his father he won't let anything stop him from his goal, not until he's done all he possibly can... I guess the real question is what the Hell his goal could be. From what you've told me and how many drugs they pumped into him, his master plan could be anything from galactic domination to an eating contest with a Hutt..."
Scowling at Jolee's attempt at humor, Kaera moved to the lift, her eyes narrowing as the cable connecting the lift swayed unsteadily, coiling as it hit the ground with a dull thud. A look of surprise crossed the Jedi's young but sharp features as she looked up to see a blue lightsaber blade extinguish itself.
"Damn you, Revan!"
One of the Jedi accompanying her shouted skyward. The Jedi trapped on Kashyyyk's Shadowlands silently agreed with the outburst, their eyes gazing upward before a young Iridonian Jedi took charge and began making use of the thick rope that had been the lift's cable. Using her lightsaber to tailor the rope into a harness, the Jedi gave a tired sigh and tied it around herself before taking a small vibroblade from her boot and another from her belt. Stalking to the base of the tree Revan had used, the Iridonian stabbed one of her blades into the tree and began her own ascent, tying off the rope to a branch she passed before she moved on, making sure to anchor herself in case she slipped.
"Be careful Shira."
Kaera called, wincing as a dull thud and a wet popping sound drew her attention to the ruined lift. The body of the Wookiee guard lay in a twisted heap, a look of surprised fury etched on its blood-matted features and the Jedi Knight leading the party looked upward, her eyes narrowing as she glanced to where Shira was hastily working her way up the tree-trunk.
"Bloody Hell."
Part of an arm with a lightsaber in hand hit the ground, the green beam of the lightsaber still active and casting a foreboding glow on the group. A distant scream and another dull thud filled the air and if one were to stretch their senses with the Force, the clashing of lightsabers could be heard in the distance overhead. Not that it lasted long as the last Jedi guarding the lift above fell to the ground, dead long before his fall began. With a shiver of apprehension, Kaera quickly used her communicator to call for support from their cruiser in orbit.
Bastila Shan lifted her hands up shakily, staring at them in mute horror. She'd suffered Malak's tortures for the better part of two weeks and she wondered absently if this was how Revan broke Jedi. It had started as expected, with lightning and pain and angry taunts from a Sith Lord but what had happened afterwards was something she had not expected. Malak had only given her pain for a week, unrelenting in his torture. He hadn't even laid a hand on her except to caress her face briefly and taunt her with how much power he held, but he had not rested for a week either, kept her awake and unable to meditate through agonizing Force-lightning. She'd never truly understood how painful the technique was until it finally scorched her flesh, burned itself not only on her body but also her very Force-essence, her very soul and tainted her with its dark energy. It was a violation of spirit that sapped any strength she had and when her words of resistance had turned to words of hate, Malak's eyes had smiled.
He'd given her one of the Dark Jedi that had captured her, left her alone and unbound to fight off the man if she could. She had, though she had suffered a few bruises and what felt like a small wrist-fracture. She'd killed the Dark Jedi with her bare hands, in the manner she had seen Revan kill. She had known the man's intent before he'd tried to pin her and she had not given in, not let him touch her in such a vulgar manner. The snap of the Sith's neck was almost too loud in her exhausted and aching mind and she had simply stared down at the cooling corpse in surprise. Surprise at how easy it had been to mimic Revan's Mandalorian technique and how easy it had been to think only to kill the man and not disable him as a Jedi would have.
It had shaken what remained of her beliefs in the Jedi. She was too weak to fight the man off, but she had drawn him in and struck at his weakness, a weakness that had ended the man's life. Weakness was death, she realized and she understood why Revan was so disgusted by the pacifist ways of the Jedi, understood why he chose to kill instead of maim or wound. If the man had been left unconscious, he would have attacked her again without hesitation and she had no doubts in her mind what would have happened if she were too weak to mount a proper defense. The shifting of the bones in the man's neck, the surprise in his green eyes and the ease of it all still made the captive Padawan feel dirty, feel as if she had done something wrong even though she knew it was the only intelligent, the only sane thing to do in the situation she was in.
She had sat in the corner of her prison after that, her knees drawn to her chest and her arms wrapped around them as she shivered in the cool chamber that had been her own personal Hell for a week. Malak had come in that night, stared down at her with a look of appreciation in his dead gray eyes and had nodded his approval.
"The strong take what they want from the weak. If the weak do not become strong and resist, they fall. The strong survive and the weak perish, it is the way of things."
Malak hadn't touched her after that, he'd simply left her alone for a single day to play over how she'd killed her assailant and how she'd enjoyed the rush she felt at his passing, enjoyed the power she had in the moment she held life in her hands. She had been in such a position of helplessness during her torture that it disgusted her and she knew Revan would be disgusted by her helplessness as well.
"Revan would kill without hesitation. Not because he enjoys it, but because it is necessary."
She'd killed the second Dark Jedi that had helped capture her without hesitation, using the Force to crush the Sith's throat before he could even try to attack her. Malak had given her the guards that had kept her from escape next, watching with mild interest as the Padawan's soft features hardened with conviction. It was right to kill those who would weaken you, who would see you helpless. With each Sith she killed, she was granted a pass from torture and fed, not that she realized it. By the end of the second week Malak was bringing Sith soldiers that had never even seen Bastila, that had nothing to do with her capture for her to kill and he was surprised at the deadly efficiency in her technique. It reminded the former General of Revan's style and he was briefly comforted by that fact. When loyal, someone who fought like Revan was valuable to have between you and danger.
By the third week, Bastila was killing captive Republic soldiers and Jedi, her gray eyes as dead as Malak's to their pleas. They were weak, helpless and served no purpose. She would not allow herself to be helpless again, would not allow herself to be the victim. It was either her, or those she killed and she knew her Battle Meditation was important to the galaxy, knew it was more important than some low ranking Republic soldier or some mindless Jedi pawns driven mad by torture.
Mentally, it had been a month of torment to the young woman, but the physical torture had only lasted a week. It was a technique Revan had designed to break the will of Jedi and it was evident with how many Dark Jedi served in the Sith Empire that it was an effective one. Bastila Shan pledged herself to Darth Malak's teachings by the end of the fourth week on Rakata Prime and in the heart of the Temple of the Ancients, she fell. It was so easy to fall, when she thought of all the blood on her hands, when she thought of Taris and of the prisoners she'd killed. It was so easy to kill them, so easy to give up a belief in a way of life she'd never fully accepted and one she'd questioned for as long as she traveled with Revan.
She was grateful to Malak in the end for opening her eyes to the weakness she'd allowed herself to feel while a Jedi. She was grateful to Revan for showing her how easy it was to kill. Revan was a killer, as she was and she allowed herself a moment to feel... an attraction for Revan's darker side. There was nothing soft or caring about the man, yet his will was so strong, his presence so overwhelming that it had captured her attention, had attracted her like a moth to flame. Revan was the epitome of her new belief, yet he was weak as well. Weak for being captured by the Jedi on Manaan, weak for failing to save her, but he had saved her in another manner. He had shown her the way in his own actions and thoughts, in the nightmares she had shared with him and she found herself a little bit in love with the idea of power. Power to shape the galaxy so that what she had suffered, or nearly suffered would never happen again. Power to form the galaxy into something stronger so it could resist the True Sith.
Bastila Shan was truly grateful to Revan for being such a cold and calculating bastard while still remaining human, while still being honorable. It allowed what remained of her twisted conscience to stomach the thought of killing weak and defenseless people. They would merely be a sacrifice for the greater good of the galaxy, their bones paving the way for a galaxy that could repel the True Sith and could survive the coming war. It was the way of nature that the strongest survive, so why should it not be her way as well?
It was so easy to give in to the anger she had denied for so long. So easy to give in to her attraction to Revan and her desire to be free of weakness. She was not some frail damsel in distress to be rescued and when Revan came for her, she would save him from the lie the Jedi were making him live. She would save him as she had on the bridge of his flagship so long ago and she would love him. It was so easy to love a man so powerful as Revan. So easy to love his noble grand design for the galaxy and his intricate plans, his blind obsession with honor and his unerring balance of strength and skill. He was a man to be cherished, a power that even Malak wouldn't match when he recovered fully from the Jedi's meddling and Bastila closed her eyes with a sigh, shivering as she let her breath out quietly. Revan would see her strong and unbroken and he would love her as well.
"The final step, young Bastila."
Bastila pulled out of her thoughts, glancing over to where Darth Malak stood at the entrance of her prison. The Dark Lord of the Sith carried with him a set of black robes and a saberstaff, one she realized was not her own, but the weapon of Darth Bandon.
"This weapon was used to capture you, to make you weak. With it, you will turn what was once weakness into strength. It is what Revan and I set out to do from the very beginning and it is what you and I will continue to do in his absence."
For a moment, Malak's eyes had looked so much like Alec's had during the Mandalorian Wars, so filled with fervent belief in his ways that Bastila was struck silent. She merely accepted the robes and weapon without a thought, bowing her head as she offered a small, subservient statement to seal her fate as the apprentice of the Dark Lord of the Sith.
"Yes, my Master."
Darth Malak's eyes smiled slightly at that, reflecting an expression of satisfaction his face could never fully show and he turned from the Padawan as she made to change her cloths, uninterested in her body as a true Sith Lord should be. It was his own test in a way, to remind himself that while she was beautiful that she was not to control him in such a manner, not to be allowed so close. Revan had made that mistake with him, trusted his apprentice and it had been his downfall. Leaving the door to the prison open, Malak turned when Bastila finished dressing and he took in the fallen Jedi before him with a single nod of approval.
"You will remain here while I go to the Star Forge to prepare the fleet we will need for the final push to Coruscant and the Core worlds. Kill any who question you, any who violate this temple and prove yourself to me. The Jedi will soon know of our location and Revan... Revan will return as he always does. It is his way. Kill him and you will have my trust."
Bastila bowed to Malak, not saying a thing as the towering Dark Lord turned and left her alone. Closing her eyes for a moment, Bastila ran her fingers over the hilt of Darth Bandon's saberstaff and let out a sigh, making sure she was familiar with the weapon's balance before she ignited the blades and spun the staff in a simple flurry mean to familiarize herself with the weapon.
"If I killed Revan, I wouldn't have your trust. I'll never have your trust and I'll never want it. Revan will overcome the Jedi holding him captive, will overcome all of the Sith on this world and he will overcome you, Malak. When he comes, he will be who he was meant to be and I will be at his side, where I belong..."
Bastila allowed a grim smile to cross her lips as she adopted an Ataru stance and spin, stretching out her weary muscles in the confines of the Temple of the Ancients.
Author's Note: This ones for you Lord Europe. I guess you were right about my lack of seriousness/interest in this story. I am still wanting to finish this and I still plan to have... a lot to add to it. I'll try to keep the updates at a more reasonable rate. Time has been a bit constrained as of late with the holidays, but I got some time off work coming up so we'll be seeing another installment soon. Ooh! Also just broke 200k words with this chapter!
