After the defeat of Malak, Miles and Bastila married. And one night, he dreamt. He had a horrible nightmare.
It was calling to him. He had to go. This temple that was in his dreams- it was calling him to it.
"If you feel so strongly, then maybe we should go find this temple. In our time together, I've learned that when you have strong urges that you shouldn't ignore them." Miles smiled at his new wife (he had to get use to calling her that).
"Urges huh? What kind of urges?" Bastila grinned knowingly.
"Oh… you know." She said as she leaned in to kiss her husband.
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It didn't take long to find. Once they started to search, he knew exactly where to go. The closer they got, the louder the calling was. It was begging him to come. And he was aching to go. Part of him was sending a warning. Telling Miles he had to stay away from that "temple". But it wasn't even a whisper compared to the callings. The voices. The… aching.
Miles landed them on an unknown planet. When Bastila asked him where they were, he couldn't answer. He didn't know. They both made a joint decision, that before getting off the ship… they would rest, then search for the temple in the morning.
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You're nothing without me. Nothing.
Nothing.
Without my power you are nothing to her. She doesn't love us.
"Strike her down! STRIKE HER DOWN NOW!"
"You are better than this! I know the real you!" He smiled at her sadistically.
Smack.
"Kill her. Kill her now." And she was gone.
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Bastila felt her husband stirring next to her. She opened her eyes tiredly and turned towards him. She felt his disturbance. He must be having another nightmare. Miles had been sleeping fine for a long time, but lately she had been scaring him.
"Miles. Honey… wake up." She shook him slightly. "Come on… you're having a nightmare."
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Those haunting screams. But not all of them were hers. Anguish, pain. Who was doing this to them? Children even.
Shrieks.
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He started sweating, and then shaking violently. Bastila was getting very worried by now. She had not been able to wake him. She yelled at him, but he still didn't wake up. She tried to touch his mind with the force, but when she tried, it was as if she wasn't wanted. Her presence was being shoved out completely.
"Miles!!"
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There is no peace, there is anger.
"Pathetic."
There is no fear, there is power.
There is no death, there is immortality.
"We have found something more powerful than them. More powerful than they can even imagine. Old fools."
There is no weakness; there is the Dark Side.
She is your weakness.
I am the Heart of Darkness.
I know no fear,
"I was afraid for her."
But rather I instill it in my enemies.
I am the destroyer of worlds.
"Please, he is just a boy! Don't harm him!" She begged. She pleaded. There was nothing she could do, and inside she knew she was going to die. He was going to kill them. A mother screams for her child… murder.
I know the power of the Dark Side.
I am the fire of hate.
Burning.
All the Universe bows before me.
I pledge myself to the Darkness.
For I have found true life,
Life without… her.
In the death of the light.
Her death.
KILL HER! KILL HER NOW!
Choke.
He could have used the force, but he felt more powerful, it was more intoxicating to use his hands to kill her. To choke her. He controlled her. There was nothing she could do. No way to stop his strength. She would die just as master wished.
Choke.
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Bastila tried to wake her husband up desperately. When finally his eyes opened. He looked at her. Miles was mad, she could tell. He was mad at her. She felt a disturbance in their bond. No he wasn't just mad at her…. He hated her. He wanted to kill her. He lunged forward grabbing her throat in his hands. The pushed her onto the bed. Choking her. She looked at him. It wasn't her husband. It couldn't be. What did I do? It can't be him. It isn't.
His fingernails dug into her skin, cutting her… making her bleed.
Choke.