"All Republic forces pull back!" Admiral Dodonna screams as the Sith Armada, one by one, destroys the Republic's capital ships.
"There is no Escape for us now," Jedi Master Vandar sighs, realizing that in mere moments the Sith Armada, combined with Bastila's Battle Meditation and the full fury of the Star Forge will destroy the entire Republic Fleet.
"If we don't retreat, then the Republic is doomed!" Dodonna cries in anger.
"We are trapped... The Sith have surrounded us... The Republic is no more..." Vandar says as the ship is obliterated.
"Master, the Republic Fleet is no more," Darth Bastila informs her master.
"Good. In only a few hours the Star Forge will have readjusted itself to me."
"Master, will there be any difficulty getting the Sith Armada to swear loyalty to you?"
"That is an unnecessary concern. The Star Forge itself is at our side. If they question us we will obliterate them all."
"True. I suppose I did not consider that fact."
"Then you would be wise to consider more of the situation in the future. Especially if you plan to destroy me as Malak once did."
"I have no idea what you could mean, Master. I completely believe that you are the only one fit to be Dark Lord."
"You may say such, Bastila, but I know what is true in your heart. Already you plan to destroy me and claim the title of Sith Lord for yourself. You would be wise to do so only if you are capable of succeeding."
"I am sorry, Master, but you are incorrect. I do not wish to overthrow you."
"Save me the lies, Bastila. I know what you are thinking. You wish for the power which I possess. The power that defeated my old apprentice, Darth Malak. The ultimate power of the Star Forge. You want it. You want it so badly that you are already willing to face me for it. But you will not, because you know you cannot win. That is the nature of the Sith. I am the strongest, and therefore I, and not you, am the Dark Lord."
An overhead speaker turns on. "Lord Malak, the Republic Fleet is in ruins. Awaiting further orders."
"Darth Malak is no more! Darth Revan has returned to the throne of Dark Lord!" Bastila screams to the intercom.
"Lord Malak is... No more? Lord Revan! You have returned! Awaiting your command, master," the voice from above says.
"Announce to all of our ships in the galaxy that I have returned to the throne. Warn that any and all insubordination will be punished by immediate termination," Revan commands.
"I will do as you command, Lord Revan," the disembodied voice says as the intercom beeps off.
"So what is next, Lord Revan? Does this mean our quest is at an end? We have defeated Malak and located the Star Forge for the Jedi Counsel."
"Oh, my eager apprentice... This is only the beginning. Soon the entire galaxy will bow to us. Lord Revan and Darth Bastila."
"I like that idea, Master."
"As do I, my eager apprentice."
"There is no Escape for us now," Jedi Master Vandar sighs, realizing that in mere moments the Sith Armada, combined with Bastila's Battle Meditation and the full fury of the Star Forge will destroy the entire Republic Fleet.
"If we don't retreat, then the Republic is doomed!" Dodonna cries in anger.
"We are trapped... The Sith have surrounded us... The Republic is no more..." Vandar says as the ship is obliterated.
"Master, the Republic Fleet is no more," Darth Bastila informs her master.
"Good. In only a few hours the Star Forge will have readjusted itself to me."
"Master, will there be any difficulty getting the Sith Armada to swear loyalty to you?"
"That is an unnecessary concern. The Star Forge itself is at our side. If they question us we will obliterate them all."
"True. I suppose I did not consider that fact."
"Then you would be wise to consider more of the situation in the future. Especially if you plan to destroy me as Malak once did."
"I have no idea what you could mean, Master. I completely believe that you are the only one fit to be Dark Lord."
"You may say such, Bastila, but I know what is true in your heart. Already you plan to destroy me and claim the title of Sith Lord for yourself. You would be wise to do so only if you are capable of succeeding."
"I am sorry, Master, but you are incorrect. I do not wish to overthrow you."
"Save me the lies, Bastila. I know what you are thinking. You wish for the power which I possess. The power that defeated my old apprentice, Darth Malak. The ultimate power of the Star Forge. You want it. You want it so badly that you are already willing to face me for it. But you will not, because you know you cannot win. That is the nature of the Sith. I am the strongest, and therefore I, and not you, am the Dark Lord."
An overhead speaker turns on. "Lord Malak, the Republic Fleet is in ruins. Awaiting further orders."
"Darth Malak is no more! Darth Revan has returned to the throne of Dark Lord!" Bastila screams to the intercom.
"Lord Malak is... No more? Lord Revan! You have returned! Awaiting your command, master," the voice from above says.
"Announce to all of our ships in the galaxy that I have returned to the throne. Warn that any and all insubordination will be punished by immediate termination," Revan commands.
"I will do as you command, Lord Revan," the disembodied voice says as the intercom beeps off.
"So what is next, Lord Revan? Does this mean our quest is at an end? We have defeated Malak and located the Star Forge for the Jedi Counsel."
"Oh, my eager apprentice... This is only the beginning. Soon the entire galaxy will bow to us. Lord Revan and Darth Bastila."
"I like that idea, Master."
"As do I, my eager apprentice."