A/N: Hello again. Here's chapter 4. What is Revan planning to do?
Still, Thanks to Jackie Almasy and Anonymous-cat for the Reviews! Sorry about the confusion at the start, but it's an AU. :D
Chapter Four (Note: This chapter doesn't start with a Journal entry.)
Bastila got up, moving to the side. Revan stood there, lit lightsaber in hand. He was definitely pondering something. Bastila stood obediently, her hands clasped and her eyes fixed on Revan.
"Would you like to see what happened to Malak when he questioned me and my ability? Do you want to know what happened when he accused me of being a traitor?"
The Sith had somehow restored his memory with some sort of machine, but I wasn't sure of the details.
"I would rather not, my Lord. But I see that you intend to do something," I mumbled.
He took another step towards me, extending his hand. The rough leather of his glove felt like sandpaper on my unshaven chin. He wobbled my jaw back and forth, letting go.
"Say goodbye, Onasi," Revan lifted his lightsaber in the air, and I might have passed out after it started going towards my face.
I opened my eyes, out of breath. That memory came back to me almost every night. The mechanical wheezing of my implanted jaw disgusted me, and I threw the covers off of me.
I walked to the sink, soaking my hands. I made sure not to get any water on my new chin, as it would malfunction and give me enough shock to collapse my lungs. It wasn't pretty.
At least I had hair, unlike Malak. The Jedi always say that "crude matter" doesn't define who you are. I'm nothing like Malak. At least, I hope not.
I opened up my closet. Hm, should I wear gray and black, or black and gray? The Sith uniforms were so bland.
I threw one on, going out of my quarters towards the bridge. Revan wanted to see me. Nothing new. Ever since my punishment a week ago, Revan has been less calm, and tense around me. Bastila stopped training me.
Not that I'm not allowed to use the Force when they aren't looking...
The doors were already open, and I heard gurgling, and then a clunk. Whoops, he didn't follow orders. Revan stood, looking out. Coruscant was a small yellow and black planet still hundreds of miles away. The ship was currently about two days from Coruscant...
Part of me wanted to stop them from attacking Coruscant, but another part loved it. It was probably from being around Revan and Bastila so much.
"My Lord," I simply said. Revan acknowledged me and turned.
"Admiral, I would like it if you lead a ground assault on Coruscant," He took a quick glance at the small planet. "I want you to lead several hundred troops in civilian clothes and attack the planetary communications. You will then regress into bomb shelters, and signal us to attack."
It wasn't any more complex than anything I had done before. Hopefully it was as easy as it sounded. I bowed quickly, and Revan waved his hand, turning around.
I was walking down the hall, when someone grabbed me. I fell over into a dark closet, and a familiar voice hushed me.
"Bastila?" I questioned.
"Shut up, Onasi," She said, "I was wondering if you could help me with something."
"What?"
"I want to...change things around here."
"What do you mean?"
"I was wondering if you could somehow put something in Revan's food or something," She whispered sharply.
"You mean, tell HK-47 to poison him?" I asked. HK-47 was the food- preparation droid, working with Zalbaar. The Wookiee had become a slave once Revan had killed Malak. "How would I do that?"
"Put this—" She handed me a small capsule, "—in Revan's drink, and tell HK to make him a glass. Bring it to Revan, he'll be surprised at your kindness."
"On one condition, Bastila."
"What!?"
"Turn to the Lightside."
"Fine, I will," I could tell she was lying. She wanted the title of Dark Lord more than anything, except for...her mother, I believe.
I took the a different route. "Turn to the Lightside, and I'll put Helena on the best medical care the Republic can offer. I swear it."
She growled, "You are simply looking out for yourself. When we attack Coruscant, the 'best medical care the republic can offer' will be gone. Obliterated." I sensed confusion.
"If you turn to the Lightside, I can poison him. You can get rid of Revan, cancel the attack, and I'll keep Helena around long enough for another talk, got it?" I was about to walk out of the closet, but she grabbed my arm again.
"Can you keep her around for more than one talk?" she pleaded.
I looked back at her. "Yes." I turned towards her. "She'll stay around until you have to go with her."
Were those...tears running down her cheeks?
Still, Thanks to Jackie Almasy and Anonymous-cat for the Reviews! Sorry about the confusion at the start, but it's an AU. :D
Chapter Four (Note: This chapter doesn't start with a Journal entry.)
Bastila got up, moving to the side. Revan stood there, lit lightsaber in hand. He was definitely pondering something. Bastila stood obediently, her hands clasped and her eyes fixed on Revan.
"Would you like to see what happened to Malak when he questioned me and my ability? Do you want to know what happened when he accused me of being a traitor?"
The Sith had somehow restored his memory with some sort of machine, but I wasn't sure of the details.
"I would rather not, my Lord. But I see that you intend to do something," I mumbled.
He took another step towards me, extending his hand. The rough leather of his glove felt like sandpaper on my unshaven chin. He wobbled my jaw back and forth, letting go.
"Say goodbye, Onasi," Revan lifted his lightsaber in the air, and I might have passed out after it started going towards my face.
I opened my eyes, out of breath. That memory came back to me almost every night. The mechanical wheezing of my implanted jaw disgusted me, and I threw the covers off of me.
I walked to the sink, soaking my hands. I made sure not to get any water on my new chin, as it would malfunction and give me enough shock to collapse my lungs. It wasn't pretty.
At least I had hair, unlike Malak. The Jedi always say that "crude matter" doesn't define who you are. I'm nothing like Malak. At least, I hope not.
I opened up my closet. Hm, should I wear gray and black, or black and gray? The Sith uniforms were so bland.
I threw one on, going out of my quarters towards the bridge. Revan wanted to see me. Nothing new. Ever since my punishment a week ago, Revan has been less calm, and tense around me. Bastila stopped training me.
Not that I'm not allowed to use the Force when they aren't looking...
The doors were already open, and I heard gurgling, and then a clunk. Whoops, he didn't follow orders. Revan stood, looking out. Coruscant was a small yellow and black planet still hundreds of miles away. The ship was currently about two days from Coruscant...
Part of me wanted to stop them from attacking Coruscant, but another part loved it. It was probably from being around Revan and Bastila so much.
"My Lord," I simply said. Revan acknowledged me and turned.
"Admiral, I would like it if you lead a ground assault on Coruscant," He took a quick glance at the small planet. "I want you to lead several hundred troops in civilian clothes and attack the planetary communications. You will then regress into bomb shelters, and signal us to attack."
It wasn't any more complex than anything I had done before. Hopefully it was as easy as it sounded. I bowed quickly, and Revan waved his hand, turning around.
I was walking down the hall, when someone grabbed me. I fell over into a dark closet, and a familiar voice hushed me.
"Bastila?" I questioned.
"Shut up, Onasi," She said, "I was wondering if you could help me with something."
"What?"
"I want to...change things around here."
"What do you mean?"
"I was wondering if you could somehow put something in Revan's food or something," She whispered sharply.
"You mean, tell HK-47 to poison him?" I asked. HK-47 was the food- preparation droid, working with Zalbaar. The Wookiee had become a slave once Revan had killed Malak. "How would I do that?"
"Put this—" She handed me a small capsule, "—in Revan's drink, and tell HK to make him a glass. Bring it to Revan, he'll be surprised at your kindness."
"On one condition, Bastila."
"What!?"
"Turn to the Lightside."
"Fine, I will," I could tell she was lying. She wanted the title of Dark Lord more than anything, except for...her mother, I believe.
I took the a different route. "Turn to the Lightside, and I'll put Helena on the best medical care the Republic can offer. I swear it."
She growled, "You are simply looking out for yourself. When we attack Coruscant, the 'best medical care the republic can offer' will be gone. Obliterated." I sensed confusion.
"If you turn to the Lightside, I can poison him. You can get rid of Revan, cancel the attack, and I'll keep Helena around long enough for another talk, got it?" I was about to walk out of the closet, but she grabbed my arm again.
"Can you keep her around for more than one talk?" she pleaded.
I looked back at her. "Yes." I turned towards her. "She'll stay around until you have to go with her."
Were those...tears running down her cheeks?