Hey all. Here's a chapter a lot of people will be happy to see. Fiona and Miles are getting married!
With that bit of happy news, I gotta share a PSA.
Recently, I was asked if FF dot net was shutting down. I can only say this.
I do not know.
I am not part of the Staff of FF dot Net nor am I connected to anything regarding it. While I am treating it as it is, AN UNFOUNDED RUMOR, I am also erring on the side of caution and have backed up this and other stories of mine in the off chance that FF dot net is shutting down and need to transfer to other story sharing sites with Ao3 being in the lead with that. I hope you all enjoy.
The announcement of the Sith Wedding spread like wildfire throughout the galaxy. For months, planning was put into it. Both Revan and Traya wanted a Mobian wedding, a chance to show everyone the culture of their homeworld after all the bad press of it. The news of it being a Mobian wedding had many were excited to see.
Beaureguard was contacted to see if there were any Mobian priests in Sandblast City. The rabbit had said that there were. Several days later, the entire city showed up, much to Revan and Traya's joy. Many were leery of the Mobians until they told their stories. After that, many of the races welcomed the mobians.
As for the invites, it was an open event to all. To Revan and Traya, this was a moment not just for them, but for the Galaxy as a whole.
Both were loved by the Galaxy for saving them, giving them life and a stable means.
Traya spent time considering who would walk her down the aisle. She had asked Mandalore, something the Warrior was honored to be asked. Sadly, he told her that he was asked by Revan to be his best man. That made her understand. Mandalore had been with Revan from day one on Taris.
She went to next male she knew the most of. Amadeus Prower. Said fox was shell-shocked at her request, but had rapidly agreed to it. He had been told by Max in private about her. He had been both appalled and disgusted with his old friend's actions regarding her.
So to walk her down the aisle to hand her off to his son, he was honored. She asked Mission to be her bridesmaid, the twi'lek was happy to the job, hugging the vixen.
But not all were happy at the announcement. The biggest was the Dark Jedi Bastila Shan.
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Shan was irate, pissed off, enraged, furious and any other word that could describe her fury. Her room was trashed, lightsaber cuts into the wall and floor. The Force whirled around her in a hurricane. She was meant for Revan, not the Mobian floozy! SHE had the bond with Revan the longest! SHE saved his life when Malak attacked him!
It was HER that made him regain his connection to the Force. HER that allowed his memories to return! HER doing, all of her doing she did for HIS LOVE! HE LOVED HER!
She screamed, throwing the Force out like a child having a temper tantrum. More and more items were destroyed as she flung them with Force Push. She should have killed that vixen when she had the chance, back when they had met. But she had squandered it.
There was a knocking at her door. She spun around, snarling.
"GO AWAY. I must meditate for our next place to strike!"
"Bastila Shan. By Orders of his Imperial Majesty, Revan, You are under arrest for causing undue strife and attempting to kill Lady Traya."
Shan's eyes narrowed. So, he was finally doing it. She no longer amused him or he saw her usefulness was no more. She ignited her lightsaber, shifting into the one form that everyone but Revan feared.
Form VII.
The Dark Jedi with the Captain sensed the Force scream a warning. They pushed the troopers back, igniting their purple sabers. Shan came whirling out, the Dark Jedi barely holding her back. One of the Dark Jedi Captains saw the form and hissed.
"Shan! You have used the forbidden form against your fellow Sith. Your punishment...death!"
Shan screamed, igniting the other end of the saber. The Troopers hastily pulled back and hunkered down, knowing that they would just get in the way. The group of Dark Jedi clashed with Shan, but with her using Form Seven she was killing them fast. Seeing the last five of the ten Dark Jedi standing, the Captain looked at the troopers.
"GET TO COVER! TROOPS, COVER FIRE NOW!"
The Dark Jedi jumped back, giving room. The Sith Troopers snapped up, firing. Shan deflected the bolts, but the Dark Jedi saved the troopers by weaving the blaster bolts into the bulkheads.
With the flurry of blaster fire, the Dark Jedi pulling the bulkhead walls off and using them, Shan was under attack from all sides. She impaled the left end of her saber into the floor, cutting a hole in it. She dropped down, seeing another group, opening fire on her. One threw a grenade, a plasma one. Her eyes went wide, reaching out with the Force to contain it.
This cost her.
One of the Sith troopers scored a hit on Shan's shoulder, making her lose her concentration. The Plasma grenade went off, bathing her right half in plasma fire. She screamed in pain, dashing away from the battle.
There were too many troopers and Dark Jedi still to deal with. She had to get off the ship. She knew where the hanger was. She continued to use Force Dash to avoid the Troopers and Dark Jedi, killing any that were separated from their groups. Those that she killed, she took their equipment.
She made a brief stop at the Bridge, a bandolier of grenades in hand. The doors opened and she threw the bandolier in, priming one of the thermal detonators on it. Many of the troopers and officers dove for cover, the explosion dealing untold damage. Her work done, she rushed away.
She finally arrived at the hanger, panting. She limped to the Shuttle, entering it. The shuttle was one she had modified in her time out from Revan. She knew her credentials were more then likely no more, but that was okay. She had a backup. A few quick keystrokes of her hidden code, the shuttle took off. More troopers rushed in, seeing the shuttle take off and fly out of the hanger.
"Sir...she got away."
The Captain sighed in anger. Lord Revan would not be pleased. Another officer came up.
"Sir, she blew up the bridge...damage is repairable, but we have no communications."
The Captain sighed.
"Set course for the Star Forge...estimated time?"
"With how far we are out? Three weeks."
The Captain sighed again. This would put a damper on the wedding.
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Shan panted, feeling the burns ache. She need safe haven...but no doubt Revan had told the entire galaxy of her treason back at Gulark. There would be no place for her to hide...except for...
"Mobius." She croaked.
Shan inputted the Hyperspace coordinates to Mobius, her thought on one person who could help her.
Doctor Julian Ivo 'Eggman' Robotnik.
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The Force was FURIOUS! Shan had defied her fate! She was to die on that ship! Yet she had not! A Wild Card! The woman was a Wild Card!
Wild Cards...what the Force called those who defied the fates the Force had set for them. Shan was to die. This would jeopardize dear Revan's plans of stability.
But the Force was patient. It wove into the Cosmic robes of Shan's fate.
"When Genesis is thwarted, Shan will die at the hands of Revan's true beloved. The black blade of betrayal will pierce the heart of false love and lust."
The Force finished its work, smiling if it had a mouth. Shan would rue the day she defied It's Will.
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Three weeks later, the Kath had returned. The Captain quickly was brought onboard the Forge. There, Revan listened to the Captain explain what happened. He had felt the Force enraged for some time before it calmed down. Clearly, Shan was meant to die on the ship, but had escaped her fate somehow. He sighed, looking down at his white robes with the Mandlorian Metal affixed on his gauntlets.
"Captain, I do not blame you for this failure. I take full blame. I should have known Shan would have delved into the final lightsaber Form without my knowing."
"Lord Revan, we managed to extrapolate her final destination...she was heading for Mobius."
Revan scowled, but nodded. Shan would dealt with in time. But today? Today was his and Traya's day. Not Shan's. He was joined by his mother, who had tears in her eyes.
"Look at you...you were simply a baby when I held you..." She sobbed, hugging her son.
The son returned the hug, though it was still awkward.
"We have been robbed of time that we can never get back, mother. Robotnik and the Jedi have cost us much...but today...today is a day of new beginnings. You still have a son...and soon...a daughter in law."
The pair walked out of his room, heading for where they had the ceramony set up. As they walked, Revan and Rosemary saw Beauregard Rabbot. Beauregard was meeting Cassia, Clove, and Matilda since that day so long ago.
Cassia was cured of her disease, a form of cancer. She was in a cadet's uniform for the Sith, but had missed out on the major part of the war. Clove herself was in an officer's uniform, a staff in her hand. She revealed it to be an energy scythe, made by Revan himself for her. Matilda had been cured of her disease as well, wearing a pilot's uniform.
Many regarded her as an Angel of Death with how many kills she racked up in the closing months of the war. Barring several Aces and Revan himself, she was a natural pilot.
Upon entering, everyone's conversations stopped. They watched the Dark Lord escort his mother, who was wearing a shimmering purple dress. Once she was settled in, Revan walked up to the altar, recreated by the Forge itself. Nearby, Mandlore stood, his armor a gleaming white. Many other Mandlorians stood by, all wearing red armor.
"Congrats on your Cin Vhetin*, Lord Revan." Mandlore said, smiling.
"Thank you old friend. May this be a Cin Vhetin for us all." Revan said, returning the smile.
The rest of the party soon joined them, standing on the steps. HK-47 and T3-M4 came up, taking positions near the altar. Idle conversation echoed around the group. Mandalore looked at Revan whose tails were flicking back and forth.
"It's alright to be nervous, Miles." Mandalore said soothingly. "All men are on their day."
Before he could reply, the march began, making many stand up and look at the doors. The doors slid open with a hiss, revealing the flower girls hailing from Rouck, a world of indescribable beauty. They walked, spreading not only Mobian flowers, but flowers from other worlds too. The ring bearers came next, a boy and girl from Valex, their multiple limbs helping keep the pillows stable.
Then came Mission. She was dressed in the traditional Jasshi'rr clothing of her people. She stepped to the side, two figures walking up. Revan's eyes went wide in amazement.
His father was dressed in his military uniform, the medals glimmering in the light. But it was not his father he was focused on.
It was Traya.
She wore a traditional white dress, the lower part of the gown covered with the scales of the Krayt Dragon he had slayed many years ago. Her veil sparkled like stars. In her arms, she carried a bouquet of white roses. Revan stared transfixed, barely aware that his father and bride to be were walking down. He heard the priest, a friend of Beauregard, speak something, Amadeus replying. Thus concluded the giving of the bride. He shook himself out of his hypnotized state, listening as the priest spoke.
"We have gathered today to witness the joining of Lord Revan-er, I'm sorry..Lord Miles Merlin Prower and Lady Tr-Pardon me again, Lady Fiona Felicity Acorn."
The Priest had been shown everything about the War. So he based his sermon around that. He spoke how it was in trying times that united beings the most. When faced with a common foe, the supposed weak could and often did overcome the strongest of foes.
"A war is the most trying in all...and it has united these two. The rings please."
Both ring bearers came, Traya and Revan taking them. Revan looked at the priest.
"Do you, Lord Miles, take this woman as your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, to cherish in sickness and in health until Death do you part?"
"I do." Revan said, placing the ring on her ring finger.
The priest nodded, turning to Traya.
"Do you, Lady Fiona, take this man as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, to cherish in sickness and in health, until Death do you part?"
"I do." Traya said, placing the ring on his ring finger.
"Then I now pronounce you man and wife! You may now kiss the bride."
The entire congregation cheered, Revan placing her veil up.
But as they leaned in to kiss, they heard it. The Dark Jedi heard it. The O'bber heard it.
The Force. Screaming in pain and agony.
Both Revan and Traya turned away from another, looking. Outside, there was a wave of white rapidly approaching. It engulfed the station, many screaming and crying out in pain and horror.
"Tails!"
"Fiona!"
Both Sith held one another in a tight embrace as the white wave washed over them.
Then...
Darkness.
OH SNAP! Sorry, not sorry for that tease! But what do you think happened? Well, you'll find out in the next chapter!
*This is Mandalorian for New Beginnings, same with the white armor and robes.