A/N: Yes, I know it's strange that Carth has Force powers, but come on, this is alternate Universe, people!

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Chapter 5

June 20

It seems quieter around here. Bastila doesn't bother me as much anymore...but she comes around occasionally. Her appearance seems to be better since Yesterday.

She is tenser around Revan, but overall I think she's not as dark.

How the hell am I supposed to get Helena Shan on the best medical care? Not that I have the money. And how am I supposed to spike Revan's drink?

As of this morning, we are about 18 hours from Coruscant. We will have to stop when we are three hours away and do the cloaking plan. That will give Revan the time to fall Ill, and then Bastila will usurp him, cancel the attack, and I have to find Helena Shan (she's still on Coruscant, as far as I believe)...

Quite a daunting task, but now I have to spike Revan's Twi'leki grape drink. His favorite.

I encrypted the entry with a code Mission had taught to me. I forget the name. That way, Revan couldn't get into it again. If these implant jaws give you more IQ, Malak must have not been very bright to begin with.

I got up quickly, grabbing the capsule of poison and putting it into my pocket. Just before I was about to leave, I decided to grab my lightsaber (which I had so-cleverly stole back from Revan, along with another one). I sneaked down the hall (well, not sneaking, really), making sure I didn't look suspicious. Why is it that I am always paranoid when I'm on a crucial 'mission'?

I opened the cantina door. It was a very luxurious cantina, with red and black painted everywhere and large cushions on all the stools. I walked up to the bar, seeing the Rodian drying some dishes. There were also some exhausted, off-duty Sith sitting, most chatting.

"Hey, uh...Marty. Could I get a Purple Fizz?" I tried to mix in some of his own language, and I think he just managed to understand me.

[Right-o.] He muttered, grabbing a large glass. [For My Lord, I presume. I shall make it with extra care.] Like I understood him, but...I didn't really need to.

Soon, I turned to the noise of a clang on the bar top, and a glass filled with a strange liquid stood there.

[20 credits. You know it's the best I make.] He veiled it in a threatening tone, so I took the hint and slapped down the money, walking out quickly. I held the cup, looking around.

I opened the door to a conveniently-located closet (once again), fumbling around in my pocket. I grabbed the small capsule, twisting the cap off and depositing the powder into the drink. It fizzed violently, soon settling down.

I got out of the closet to find that the drink's color was slightly off. Revan would not notice. I looked behind me to see a dark Jedi, and she walked cockily. She had her hood up and part of her face covered.

She must be of great importance. Or at least, she thinks so.

"You, come here." I heard her whisper when I caught her eye.

"Bastila?" I questioned. She laughed a little.

"My name is Bengala Yond," she introduced, "...and I'd like to know yours."

"Uh...why do you ask?" He had been self-taught over the past half-month to be wary of people he didn't know, especially if they were a Sith.

"I heard of your little...plan," She said vaguely. "Bastila had promised me a place at her side as apprentice when she becomes Dark Lord. But, I have seen that you have bribed her into resigning."

"Yes? And what do you—"

"You will die for your foolishness, traitor." She took out two lightsabers, igniting them. I simply stood still; and I was ready to whip out my own double-blade at a moment's notice.

I set the glass of purple fizz down. She thought I was some regular Soldier, hand-picked by Revan...

She took a step towards me.

"What do you see when you look at me?" Carth asked. The Dark Jedi stopped in her tracks, still vigilant.

"Is this some sort of trick?" She asked, her eyes narrowing. So much like Bastila's when she was angry. This gave me the chance I needed to whip out my lightsaber, ignite it, and meet her own.

"Were you expecting that?" I asked playfully. I had no intention of killing her.

"Just because you are Bastila's Kath Hound does not mean you get to show off, scum!" She extended her hand, but I slid a few inches. It was just a simple Force push. I had become resistant to them a long time ago...

"I'm not showing off. I was trying to make a nice first impression on a pretty woman such as you."

She struck out and jumped into the fray, taking the offensive. I blocked her blows very precisely. She backed off, holding her lightsaber and glaring at me.

"You have some nerve to be hitting on someone who's about to put you in a Malak-like state..."

"Ah, sorry. Revan beat you to it. Like the Jaw?" I caressed the metal and struck a fancy pose, and she lunged towards me. My reaction was a bit late, almost scoring me a burned thigh.

I whirled my lightsaber around to meet hers once again, sending down sparks of plasma. We were caught in a stalemate, and then she took the opportunity to get me in the arm with her other saber.

Ah, I forgot how much that burned...I ducked under another impending blow, striking her shin. She staggered like someone who's been shot in the leg, but remained standing.

"I don't want to kill you. It would be a waste of a potential night out," I commented smugly, and she grinned evilly.

Here we go, yet again...