A/N: Chapter 3. Anyone is welcome to send in suggestions and the like. I don't own Star Wars. Lucas does...lil' Georgey.

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Chapter 3: Carth Onasi
NOTE: This chapter is shorter than others, mostly because of a sort of "nice place to stop".

June 12
Yesterday was interesting. A blast went off from nowhere during my meditation with Bastila, and I went to check it out...

It ends up that some young Sith was messing around with the controls. Revan wasn't too happy. We'll leave it at that. He was trying to calibrate the weaponry for the future siege of Coruscant, but instead he crossed some wires and caused a malfunction in the fleet cloaking device.

Now, Revan has to "hire" someone to fix it, for our surprise attack. The plan, I heard, was to have about ten ships un-cloaked, and the Republic wound send a small force to attack. Our cloaked ships would surround, uncloak, and decimate the entire group. Then they would cloak again, and the republic would send more groups.

We would bring down the number of un-cloaked ships to appear that we had losses, and that way the Republic would be drawn into attacking us in the belief that we took losses.

Revan always was a tactician, why should he stop now?

I signed off, tossing the data pad into the drawer under my bed. It was almost two in the morning, Korriban time. We would take a small ship to land. Revan suggested that I receive basic training under the new master. I believe his name was...Adrenas.

Revan had killed Uthar and Yuthura both, and had beaten submission into the rest of the students. He hadn't revealed his true identity, but instead had assumed the role of master, and appointed Adrenas for the task, leaving.

After Korriban, we had the coordinates for the Star Forge. We traveled to the Rakata home world, and Revan killed the elders. I lounged around the ship when he went to the temple, Jolee and Juhani announcing that they were going with him. To their deaths.

I could have mentioned that Revan could handle himself. I could have, would have, and should have. More wishes on my part. Too often, I tell myself.

I lay down on my bed, falling asleep in my clothes.

I woke up with a start, sitting up. Walking across the room, I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. Sith do have some hygiene habits, if you didn't know. But I don't like to think of myself as a Sith. It's strange, but true. I walked back out, drawing out my chair and plopping in it.

I got up from my chair, sitting on my bed. A knock came from my door, and I permitted them entrance. Bastila walked in. She was in the inner tunic of her robes, the outer part in her hands. She was putting them on.

"What is it?" I asked warily.

"Revan. Now." She walked out, leaving my door open. Not bothering to get my kneepads and boots on (not to mention my jacket), I went out in a white shirt and baggy pants.

I followed her down the corridors of the Leviathan, and she turned, sliding in a small card to open the doors to the bridge. I remembered so long ago when we had to go into that same room the back way. I had killed Saul.

What did come after? Now I knew. Nothing. Nothing meaningful, at least. What if Revan had made the right choice? I would probably be loafing around in an apartment on Telos, laughing with my son.

But, Revan never chose the right thing to do. He killed my son, and for that...I swear, I must turn him to the Lightside. Not kill him. The last time I killed for revenge, it just left a big hole. No peace.

Sometimes the Sith are right. There is no such thing as peace. There never was. Perhaps with other people, but never for me.

Bastila and I kneeled side by side in front of Revan.

"What is it, master?" Bastila said, focusing on the floor.

"I have heard rumors that Carth intends to...change your loyalty, correct?"

"I have no knowledge of this, master," She replied.

"Then, Onasi. What is your intention?" Revan took a step towards me. He seemed quite angry right now.

"I had no intentions of any kind, my lord," I stuttered.

"What of your data pad?" He held it up. It looked different, however. "I extracted one of your recent entries, and I must wonder why I didn't kill you in the first place, Onasi."

"My Lord—"

"I think Malak's punishment would be fitting," Revan turned around.

"Malak's...punishment?" I shuddered as Revan walked swiftly over, drawing his lightsaber. "What do you intend to do, Lord?"

"You'll see. Apprentices, you may rise." Bastila and I Both stood up, and then she walked away from me to the side of the room. Revan took more steps towards me. This had to be the longest moment of my life.