Disclaimer: I own knives, knitting needles, but no Knights of the Old Republic

A/N: Wow, I can't believe how popular this fic is! Its amazing! Okay, well this chap took me forever to write, sorry. I was in Phuket, Thailand this weekend, and school kept dragging me off the keyboard. Anyway's here is the chap.

Note: Slight KOTOR II spoilers, see if you can spot them.


Chapter 2: Unwanted Attention

Time went by slowly in the belly of Revan's flagship. The hours molded into days, and the days into weeks. I wasn't sure how long I had been held prisoner, perhaps a week, perhaps a month. I wasn't sure. Nothing seemed certain anymore.

Revan came to my cell often, to speak with me about joining the Sith. Generally, when he would ask me to join him again, I would shut my mouth and glare at him. Besides the fact that he wanted me to join him, we did strike some peculiar conversations. He would often laugh at me when I quoted the Council, calling them fools.

"There are no fools among the Council," I admonished.

"What else do you call them," Revan asked "Heroes? In times of peace they spread their false guidance, and in times of war they hide."

I knew where he was leading, "You say that because they disagreed with you about the Mandalorians."

Revan shrugged, "What happened to me is only a brief example as to what has happened in the past."

"You know why the Council refused to grant your request," I said, "You were too rash. If you had merely waited…"

"For what?" Revan interrupted, "The Council wouldn't listen to me. The Republic needed help. Someone had to do something!"

"If you cared so much about the Republic then why did you betray them!" I was shocked by the question I had asked. It was a question pondered over by many of the Order, but no answer was ever found.

Revan looked at me as if surprised as well by the question. I wondered if he would answer it, or leave me with nothing.

"I left because I saw what the Republic really is," Revan said, "You may think that the Republic is a perfect democracy, built on the dreams and ambitions of improving every star systems stability, but it isn't like that at all," I frowned at his words, but he continued, "No, Bastila, the Republic is made up of power hungry men, anxious to only care for their desires, not the needs of others." He started stepping towards me and I stood their entranced by his words, "I have seen them, Bastila, they don't care about the Republic. The entire Senate is made up of these vile creatures, who care for a rotting corpse more than an actual person," Revan cupped my chin in his hands making me look deeper into his eyes, "You must ask yourself if you would really fight for these people. Do you honestly believe that they will recognize you in the end?"

Still looking into his eyes, I stepped away from Revan. I didn't know what to say at first. I had never met the Senate personally, and I had no idea what they were like. I had always thought that they were intelligent and caring men, women and aliens. Was Revan right? Was the Republic made up off money-grubbing thieves who cared nothing fro the Republic?

I just couldn't imagine it.

"I'm not fighting for glory," I said, "I'm not fighting for the Senate. The Jedi are guardians of the peace, and we fight for the Republic."

Revan smiled, and nodded, "Well said, but you cannot deny the fact that the Senate offers no real support to the Republic."

I shook my head, "I…I don't know," I found myself thinking back a few years ago. And experience that dwelled on my mind, and revealed the fears of what the Mandalorian War would bring, "I was offered to join you and your cause once, Revan."

Revan was clearly surprised by my statement, "You were?"

I nodded, "On Dantooine, Malak offered five of us to fight with you against Mandalore. I was a newly recruited Padawan, and my Battle Meditation hadn't been discovered yet." Why was I telling him this? It wasn't like he would care to know, "Malak explained the terrible losses the Republic had suffered, and about the Councils decision to contemplate the situation more until giving aid. Derek Corr was the first one to step forward and join."

Revan nodded at the name, "He was one of my generals; he developed the battle plan on Malachor V. It won us the war. When I left for…" He trailed off, not saying the name of where he went, "When I left, he disappeared, I never knew of what happened to him."

"I don't know what happened to him either," I said, "I had left Coruscant then and had returned to Dantooine."

Revan shook his head, "It doesn't matter. About Malak's offer, you didn't accept it I assume."

"No, I was the only one who didn't. In fact I begged the others to wait for the Council's approval, but they didn't listen."

Revan smiled, "And do you still believe they should have listened?"

"Of course, "I stated confidently, "A Jedi must not act on emotions. They have to wait until the Council deems it right to begin their course of action."

"Bastila," Revan said, "If I wanted a lecture on how to control emotions I would have captured Master Vrook."

That offended me a little, "You wanted to know if I still believed in the Council's decision."

Revan laughed and I found myself seething inside, "I know you still believe in their ways, child, I was merely saying that I don't need to hear about emotion. You forget that I was trained as a Jedi, and heard far too much of that."

He smiled, "I think that opening you to the power of the Dark Side will be a challenge, and that pleases me Bastila, I haven't felt a real challenge since the Wars."

Now that disgusted me, "You mean you see me as some sort of game, or prize!"

"Of course not," Revan laughed, "I would never be foolish enough to do that, I said that turning you may prove more difficult than I originally believed. You are stubborn, Bastila, but you shall fall."

Once again I was afraid; afraid that he was right.


For all the time I spent in my cell, I often reflected on how to get out of the mess I was in. There was no way to escape, but the Council had to know that I was captured, and would try and rescue me. A thought came to me that perhaps they thought I was dead. After all, they hadn't seen a hair of me after the strike team had failed. The thought of there being no rescue filled me with dread.

I was sleeping when Revan's flagship attacked the Republic fleet. I was jolted awake when I heard the blaring of siren's and the sound of missiles exploding onto the shield of the ship. I sank briefly into the Force to feel what was going on. I knew instantly that it was the Republic, and that made me smile.

It was a small fleet, perhaps slightly smaller that the fleet the aided the strike team and myself. I doubted that they were sent by the Republic to attack Revan. Maybe they were on they were on their way to recapture a Sith world. It didn't matter, with Revan's fleet with his powerful alien ships, it would be crushed.

I had to do something to help them. But, being a prisoner, there was a limited ability of aid I could give. There was only one thing that would work.

I sat cross-legged on my bed and closed my eyes. My mind sank deep into the Force, and I was no longer seeing with my own eyes, but feeling the bright auras of life coming from the Republic fleet. Using my gift of Battle Meditation, I began to give them strength and courage. I could feel their confidence gaining over their fear.

If this worked, they may be able to destroy Revan's fleet. Event though it would kill me, it was a sacrifice I had to do.


On the bridge of Revan's flagship, the Dark Lord watched the battle through the port holes. Small cruisers were fighting against each other, and the Republic Battle Cruisers fired at his own ship, but were deflected by his shields. He frowned at the scene, something wasn't right.

His ships were highly advanced technology from hidden worlds tucked in a deep pocket of space yet explored, why were the Republic forces getting through.

Admiral Abon stared tensely at the radar. His gave kept shifting form the screen to Darth Revan. The battle wasn't going well at all. If the Republic continued to find gaps in their blockade, they were done for.

"What is going on out there, Admiral?" Revan addressed Abon, not sounding pleased.

"My lord, we are taking heavy losses," Abon said.

"How is that possible? Revan asked, "Our forces are highly advanced, how are they getting through?"

"I don't know, my lord," Abon replied nervously, "Our fighters are trying to keep up the blockade, but it's like as if they have gained an edge over us."

"Gained strength, you mean," Revan said, "This cannot be…" A thought struck him, suddenly. The Dark Lord chuckled from behind his mask, "Of course." Revan began to walk away from the radar, leaving the bridge.

"Uh, my lord?" Abon said, "What is going on?"

"Don't worry, Admiral, I will be sure to end this little ploy of hers."

Abon frowned as Lord Revan left, who was he talking about?


I smiled through my meditation. The Republic was defeating Revan's fleet. Soon they would break through the blockade, and bring victory over the Sith.

I barley heard the door to my cell open; I also felt the presence of Revan. What was he doing here? There was a battle outside and he was…

I felt the hard bite of his saber hilt hit my skull, and I sank heavily into unconsciousness.


I woke up with a massive headache, and couldn't see straight for several seconds. What had happened? My memory must be going slow right now.

I sat up with a groan, and rubbed my pounding forehead. A large knot was now pulsing on my crown. The pain was so fierce it nearly made me curse!

The door to my cell opened, and I slowly turned to see who it was.

Revan stood there, clapping his hands in mock applause, "Bravo, Bastila, bravo."

Anger shot through me as I remembered what happened, "You!" I cried, "How could you do that!"

"What exactly was I supposed to do, Bastila, let the Republic come in and kill me?" Revan questioned, "You were using you Battle Meditation; I had to do something."

My mood was still bitter towards him. Angrily I rubbed my sore head again.

"I regret," Revan said, "That I had to use the method I did, but I had no other choice." He pulled out a medpac from his cloak, and tossed it at me, "That should help some."

Glaring at him, I tore it open, and applied it to the swollen area. The pain lessened, and the swelling went down, in a few days there would be not telling of the bruise.

Revan smiled at me while I attended myself, "I was actually quite amazed by your efforts." He said, "Your plan might have worked on Malak."

"You seem pleased." I stated, not bothering to accept his compliment.

"It was an excellent attempt, but you should have known that I would see through it," Revan laughed then, making me frown harder, "Bastila, you show each day more qualities of the Sith."

"Say what you wish, Revan," I said, "I won't join you."

"The more you refuse, the more I believe that you will," Revan said, "Do you not find me charming?" He smiled teasingly.

I glared fiercely at him, "I find you positively loathsome."

"Surely you don't mean that," His smile didn't falter.

"Do you wish to try me?" I challenged bitterly.

Revan shook his head, "I take my leave now, Bastila, I know in time your mind will change about me."

After he left I sank down on my head, and rested my head gingerly. The ache was still there, but dull, yet annoying. I wanted to forget about my pain, my failure, and my enemy, and simply be at peace. I wanted to see the grassy hills of Dantooine again, or enjoy the bustling of Coruscant. I wanted to be anywhere but here.

Fatigue started to creep into my mind. I hadn't been in my Battle Meditation to long, but long enough to leave me tired. I stretched out a little more and rested my hands on my stomach, ready for sleep to claim me.

"If you stay in that position, the temptation to go in there will become far too great."

I immediately sat up, my eyes darting for the person who had spoken. I could see no one in my cell, and the door was unopened. How in the galaxy had someone said that?

The hideous voice laughed, "You cannot see me, Jedi, I'm looking at you through a cam above your door."

I stared at the space above my door, and saw a small cam resting there. "Who are you?" I asked.

"I'm the Warden of your cell block; it is my job to ensure you don't do anymore funny tricks."

"How are you speaking to me?"

The Warden laughed again, "I'm no Jedi, sweetheart, there is a com in your cell."

I bit back a retort. I hated being called pet names, especially by this pathetic Bantha-brained creature.

"You are a pretty tart," the Warden said.

Tart? I had never been called that before, and I didn't enjoy it one bit.

"I'm afraid I do not understand."

He laughed again, his howls set my teeth on edge, "I said you were pretty girl."

For some reason I didn't like the way he said that.

"You are an innocent child, as well as beautiful," He said, I could practically see his sinister grin, "I wonder what it will be like if we had a more…intimate relationship."

I leapt to my feet, "You wouldn't dare defile me!"

He laughed at me again, "Oh, but I will dare; I will have you soon."

I searched desperately for some excuse. I had only one thought right then, and that was to preserve my virginity from this vile man, "I'm certain Revan would never allow you to do that."

The minute the words feel out of my mouth, I dreaded it. Why had I said that? Revan had promised that he wouldn't harm me, but this man hadn't sworn any oath to me, except that he would have his way with me.

"You may have a point there, my lovely, but I can assure you that Lord Revan will not know about my pleasure."

Shivers crept up and down my spine. I sank back onto my bed, and drew my knees up to my chest. If and when the Warden came, I would be powerless to stop him. I suppose that I could use my powers, but this man may be a sick bastard, but I could tell he wasn't stupid. I felt lost, and alone.

I didn't sleep that night, nor any night for the next few days. The Warden hadn't acted on his oath, yet, but I passed the days in constant fear. Revan didn't come, and even if he did, I wouldn't have said anything. He wouldn't care.

I looked up when my cell door opened; I saw an older man grinning at me menacingly. He was a plain man, in his middle years, with black hair streaked with gray. His eyes were a cruel black, and I shivered inside. I knew it was the Warden.

"Hello my sweet," He greeted me. I wanted to rip the smile off of his face.

"You will not touch me!" I warned.

"And what will you do, child?" He asked, "You Force powers must be exhausted form your fear and lack of sleep," the Warden grinned, "Why do you think I waited for this for so long?"

I kicked myself inside for my stupidity, but before I could say anything more he had me.

"No!" I cried, before he pressed my back against the wall. He was surprisingly strong for an older man. His hands groped body, and I tried to scream but his mouth covered mine. I pushed the revulsion out of my mind, and wished for it to be over.

Then he was off of me, I wondered what had stopped him from finishing the task. I soon found out.

Revan was an impressive figure standing in the doorway, hooded and masked.

I didn't know whether to be afraid or grateful.

"I believe you should return to your post," Revan said coolly to the Warden. Relief swept over me as he gave this order.

"Y…Yes my lord," The Warden stammered as he shuffled out of my cell.

I felt dirty and sick inside. I hurried to the small toilet tucked in the corner of my cell, and vomited my stomach contents into it. Tears spilled over my cheeks at what had very nearly happened.

Revan remained standing in the doorway, not saying anything. Part of me was angered by that, I had very nearly been raped by one of his men and he is silent? I would have preferred a sadistic comment over his calm demeanor.

"Are you alright?" He asked at last, when I had regained some composure.

I glared at him venomously, "No, I'm not alright," I replied truthfully, and bitterly, "I was just attacked by the most disgusting man I have ever laid eyes on, and you do nothing but tell him to return to his post. I believe I have a right to be upset and ill."

Revan only nodded. I couldn't see behind the mask, but I think that his eyes showed sympathy, perhaps compassion and…hurt? Did he feel horrible for what had nearly happened? Perhaps I should thank him for stopping the Warden, not degrade him. Wait a minute, apologizing to a Dark Lord. What was I thinking? He didn't care; why should he? He only wanted to use me for a tool of the Sith, not befriend me. It didn't matter if I was attacked, he would probably reward the Warden later for his courage.

"Bastila…" He started to say something. But I turned away.

"Please, just go," I whispered. He left, and I felt alone, and scared, like a child lost in the woods. I wanted to speak to the wise master on Dantooine. I wanted to listen to their words of courage, and prove to them that I was strong.

I quoted the code again, "There is no emotion there is peace. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. There is no passion, there is serenity. There is no chaos, there is harmony. There is no death, there is the Force."

It helped me gain my strength again, and clear my head. Calmly I sank in meditation to refuel my depleted powers and soothe my fears.


I opened my eyes-coming out of my meditation-and saw a peculiar droid standing in the doorway of my cell. Its armor was a rusty red and had bits of its paint peeling in places. Apparently it had seen war, but it held itself proudly, if a droid can do that.

"Who are you?" I asked extremely curious. I had never seen a droid like him before.

Introduction: It said, I am HK-47 set for assassination and protocol. Command: Get up you lazy female meatbag and follow me.

I sat there stunned by the vile words it had just spoken. Assassination? Meatbag? What was this thing?

Disgusted Query: Did you not hear what I said? Leave your cell now and follow me.

I snapped out of my thoughts and glared at him as I got up. What kind of droid made humans obey their orders? What kind of droid called humans meatbags?

"Where are you taking me?" I asked, silently cursing the tin can in my thoughts.

Answer: I am taking you to my master's quarters.

Well that answered my question perfectly. "Who is you master?"

Answer: Darth Revan.

I stopped dead in my tracks. This piece of scrap was leading me to Revan? What did Revan want with me, in his quarters no less? I didn't think that I really wanted to answer that question.

HK prodded me with his blaster, Annoyed Command: Move you female meatbag. Warning: If you try to runaway my orders are to shoot you, which would give me much pleasure.

I continued walking, wary of this blood-thirsty droid following me. We finally reached what I assumed was Revan's quarters. HK opened to door, and shoved me inside. I glared at him before I looked at the room I was in.

It was tastefully decorated, but with few real costly artifacts. It surprised me how ordinary it was. It was as if Revan preferred comfort over style and worth.

The Dark Lord himself waited for me, sitting in a simple cushioned chair. A young girl stood quietly in the corner. She didn't; however, appear to be a consort, but merely a serving girl. Revan was out of his armor and dressed in a plain, black tunic. What surprised me was the fact that his cloak and mask was gone, draped on another chair. Strange, I thought, there is a servant here yet he is unmasked.

Statement: Master, I have brought the female meatbag as ordered. Query: May I dispose of her, it would be a pleasure to see her brains splatter across the walls.

I looked at the droid horrified by his request.

Revan chuckled, "No, HK, I can't have you kill her. I think its best, in fact, if you returned to your station."

Resignation: As you wish, master.

HK marched out of the room and on to his original assignment.

"Where in the galaxy did you pick up that demonic droid!" I asked Revan, still shuddering from the thought of brains painting the walls.

Revan laughed at my statement, "I built him myself. His manner may take time to get used to, but it is quite amusing."

How he found that thing amusing I had no idea, but it didn't matter right then. There were more important things that I had to know, "Why have you brought me here, Revan?"

"You'll learn soon enough," He replied. Revan rubbed his hand with his chin, and frowned, studying me, "Your Jedi robes offend me; take them off."

The serving girl's mouth fell open. I stood stunned by his demand, "No," I replied. It was all I could get out.

"You disobey my orders?" Revan asked.

"Sir, it seems that you have forgotten that I am your prisoner, and therefore have no other change of clothing," I said boldly.

"I know precisely what you are, Bastila, now remove your robes or I will do so for you."

I glared at him, "You wouldn't dare!"

Revan looked at me cunningly, "Wouldn't I?" He took a step forward.

Grudgingly I turned my back to him and undid my belt. I pulled back my robes and let them puddle at my feet. I turned around and faced him. I tried to put on a brave face, but my heart quivered inside.

Revan looked at me with an eerie sense of calm. I had only my underclothing covering me, and that was brief enough. I thought for sure that he would push me onto his bed, and take me in front of the poor girl.

He didn't do that, however. Instead he looked me over for a few moments then gestured for the girl, "Bring the garments I had laid aside."

She nodded and walked into another room. I frowned curiously at what he meant, and what she was doing. The girl came back caring a gown in her arms.

Revan glanced at me again, "Kayla will attend to you."

I blinked in surprise, "You mean you aren't going to do anything to me?"

Revan smiled, "Did you want me too?"

"No!" I cried steeping away.

"I said to you once before, and I shall remind you again," He replied, "I will not hurt you." Revan looked at both me and the girl, "Now I have business to attend to." He picked up his robe and mask as he left.

He started to walk away, "Why am I here, Revan?" I made him halt.

He turned back and smiled at me, "You are an intelligent woman, Bastila; I know this. Perhaps you will learn the answer on your own." He gave me wink, and then left.

Kayla, the serving girl, helped me into the gown. The cloth was as soft as silk, and a deep blue, the same color as my eyes. It was trimmed in a snowy white, and felt light against my skin. The dress was short, and hardly reached my knees. The bodice was slim and form fitting. Its sleeves were short, and only covered my shoulders. I could see that the dress was skimpier than any robes that the Jedi wore, but was also most becoming.

Kayla showed me more gowns in a closet in Revan's bed chamber, "Those are your night dresses," She pointed to some long, silky garments.

"Night dresses?" I asked, "I'm not going to stay here, am I?"

She looked at me curiously, "Yes, miss, you are."

All the blood left my face, "Stay here? With Revan?" I said in disbelief.

Kayla seemed out of words, "Of course, miss, those are his orders."

"I can't stay here," I said.

"Don't worry, miss," Kayla tried to assure, "Master Revan won't hurt ya. Oh no, he won't lay a hand on you."

"How would you know that?" I asked a little too harshly.

Kayla didn't seem fazed by it, "He's a kind man."

"Kind!" I cried, shocked, "He's a Sith Lord, they're not kind!"

"Master Revan is, miss," Kayla replied. Her head dipped down to the floor, and she spoke in a quiet voice, "I was a slave once."

I blinked, surprised. A slave? This young, innocent girl a slave?

"A slave? I asked, "Where?"

"I don't know; miss," Kayla replied, "All I know is that I'm from where there is no Republic. Master Revan came to my world and saved it, miss, he rescued us."

"Why would he do that?" I wondered aloud.

"I don't know, miss," Kayla said, "He really is kind. Tis Malak ya need to look out for. He don't care for slaves nor prisoners."

I thought about Revan's horrible apprentice, "I don't like Malak."

Kayla smiled, "Me neither, miss."

I smiled back at her. I sat down on Revan's bed and glanced around the room. One question continued to linger in my mind: what was I doing here?

"Kayla," I asked the girl, "Do you know why I'm here?"

Kayla shook her head, "No miss, all I know is that these are his orders."

I sighed and rested my head on the coverlet. I didn't know that to expect next from the Dark Lord.


Kayla brought me a marvelous meal for dinner, and we chatted together while she served me. She was very interested in the Jedi and the Republic. I told her what I could, and hoped to show her the truth about the Jedi and the light. She seemed to understand, but still clung to her beliefs that Revan was a kind person. I listened, but doubted. A Sith was not kind, but evil, and Revan was a Sith.

Revan didn't return until late, after Kayla had left. I was already dressed in one of my night gowns. I wasn't exactly calm as I waited. What was I supposed to do? I had never been through a situation like this before. At the enclave there was a strict separation of males and females after hours, I had never stayed in a man's room before, and I didn't relish the thought of what he might expect from me.

When Revan walked in, I had been sitting on the bed. I stood quickly when he entered, a sight that amused him, "Were you waiting for me?"

I glared at him, "I didn't know what to do," I admitted.

"I'm sure Kayla could have told you enough."

"I supposed," I nodded, "but considering you are the master here I thought it wise to wait for you."

Revan smiled and began to undress himself. I turned away, and pretended that the wall was fascinating to me.

He crawled into the bed, and I was left standing there. "You may look now, Bastila, if the thought of me coverless pains you."

I turned around and met his eye. At least at first I did, I was horrified when I realized that my eyes had drifted to his chest. He was a muscular as I had suspected ever since I met him, and his body was perfect as his face was.

Revan realized what I was doing and laughed, "Good night, Bastila," He said.

I frowned, "Where is my room?"

He smiled, "Look around, Bastila, I have no other room."

My mouth opened, and I stared at his immense bed. He smiled again, "You can share my bed, if you want, but I can't guarantee that I will keep my hands to myself."

I backed away cautiously at his words. The memory of what had happened earlier that day came flooding. Revan looked at me with understanding, and smiled softly. He tossed a pillow and several extra blankets from his bed at my feet.

I blinked, surprised, but didn't question. Instead I gathered up the bedding and quietly made a comfortable spot on the floor. When it was done, I lay my head down, and slept. I noted a strange feeling, however, I felt safer with Revan's presence so near. I believed Kayla's words for the first time. Revan wasn't going to hurt me.

TBC


A/N: A special thanks to my sister for giving me the idea for Bastila using her Battle Meditatation. Well what do you think? More is coming soon!