A/N Yep, that's right.  Another sidetrack chapter.  Don't worry; I'll have a regular chapter up soon.  Thanks to all repeat reviews and to my new reviews.  Thanks to Darth Insidious and Prisoner24601 for the tips.  I'm still working on my little problems.  This one's not quite as long as the other.  Well, here is the next sidetrack, enjoy.

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Blaster bolts flew by her head as the young Jedi made her way towards the bridge of the large Sith battleship.

She fought her way through until she stood behind a small figure draped in black hooded robes.

"So, come to kill me or redeem me?" the figure slowly turned, arms crossed.

The Jedi stood her ground, lightsaber drawn.

"Please, I beg you.  Listen to me.  Not as a fellow Jedi but," she extinguished her lightsaber, "as someone you once called friend.  This will destroy you.  Even you can see that."

"So what would you have me do?  Run back to the Council like a coward?  Beg for forgiveness?" the dark woman clenched and unclenched her black, gloved fists. "You know they won't be able to take me back with open arms.  Look at what I have created," she turned to the window and gestured with her arms towards the fleet that was attacking, "There's no turning back now.  No forgiveness available…"

"Kahelle would have forgiven you…" the Jedi turned away sadly.

"But she's not here, now is she.  She's dead.  She can't appeal on my behalf.  No one in the Order will now."

"No one need to.  Kahelle is a part of you now.  As soon as she died, you became one.  I know that Ka…" the Zabrak was cut short as a red lightsaber flew in a deadly arch across her abdomen and chest.

The young Jedi's eyes never left the dark woman's mask as she slowly slumped to the ground.

The robbed figure leaned down until her face was even with the young Zabrak lying on the floor.

"Tell my dear sister, that Darth Revan sent you to keep her company, dear Valadia."

Revan stood as Valadia's final breath escaped her body.  Unfazed, the Dark Lord turned to one of the uniformed officers standing, waiting to give report.

"Give the damage report to Malak…and clean this," she softly kicked the dead woman, "off my bridge."