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A/N: Okay, I have a lot of fans. Two people have already made fics like this one, that is unbeleivable! I don't mind at all guys, if you wanna use this idea, go for it! Anywyas, special thanks to my sister Nerwen Aldarion for writing the duel in here. Be sure to check out her fic KOTOR: Defiance, A very cool fic, and her first KOTOR one. Alright guys, lets get to the story.


Chapter 3: Change of Heart

It was amazing how fast time seemed to go in space. Days passed by in seconds it seemed, but I cared little. My situation had not changed; I was still living in Revan's quarters. Thankfully, he hadn't forced me to do anything, and I remained sleeping on the floor. As much as I disliked Revan, I felt far better staying with him than in my cell with the Warden's lustful eyes watching me.

Kayla came after Revan had left to wherever he went every day. I cared not for his duties, they meant little to me. I was perched on Revan's bed, while Kayla folded the blankets of mine, and tucked the pillow back onto its original place.

"You seem more pleased to be here now, Miss," Kayla noted.

"Hmm?" I said, "Oh, I suppose I am getting used to this," I gestured to my surroundings, "And him."

"Aye miss, he's not so bad," She agreed.

I shrugged, "Perhaps," I replied idly. I knew the truth though, he wasn't so bad. In fact, a part of me had begun to like him, just a little.

Kayla nodded, and opened the door to my wardrobe to add more fresh clothes to its contents. My gaze fell on the lavish wealth of dresses, far lovelier than anything I had ever own. A thought struck me as I looked at Revan's gifts.

"I wonder what has happened to Revan's mistresses." I questioned aloud, "Was he forced to send them away because of me?"

"Oh no Miss," Kayla replied in awe at my question.

"What!" I cried, surprised how upset I was about it. Was I…no I couldn't possibly be jealous. Why would I be? "You mean he still…"

"No Miss," Kayla cut in, "I meant he doesn't have any."

"Not any?"

"Yes Miss, Master Revan hasn't got any lovers."

I sat in the bed struck dumb. A thousand thoughts raced through my head all at once. "N…no l...lovers at all," I finally chocked out.

Kayla nodded and silently went back to work straightening the room.

A rage built itself inside of me and I let it out, "Then what am I doing here!"

Poor Kayla was startled by my out burst and dropped the tray of food she had brought for me.

"Oh dear," I gasped and quickly left my place and ran to help her pick up the broken plates and scattered food, "I'm so sorry."

"It's alright Miss."

"No, I shouldn't have gotten so frustrated," I said. With a sigh I straightened myself, "It's just…it's just I want to know why I am here."

"I," Kayla said picking up the tray, "I really don't know Miss."

I sat down on the bed with a sigh and put my head in my hands.

"The soldiers have been talking 'bout ya," Kayla said.

I looked at her curiously, "What do they say?"

"Not as much as they used to," Kayla answered, "Least not when Master Revan is around."

"Not when…why don't they?"

"Because, Miss, you're supposed to be his mistress."

For a second I thought I was going to faint. All the color drained from my face, and my mouth went dry, and I felt sick inside.

"Miss, are you alright?" Kayla asked concerned.

"That…that's what they think?"

"Yes, Miss."

"But it's not true," I said, "He hasn't touched me."

"I know that, but that's what they think."

"Why?" I said, "Why do they think that?"

"Well, it looks that way, Miss," Kayla explained truthfully.

"You know it's not true, don't you?"

"Aye, I do," She said.

"Then tell them the truth," I begged, "I don't want to be known as his lover."

"I can't Miss."

"Why?"

"Master Revan," Kayla said, "He told me not to."

I was stunned into silence. Revan had told her the truth, yet he forced her to remain quiet to the soldiers. Why? At first I thought that it was a matter of pride. He hadn't gotten me into his bed; perhaps the soldiers would scorn him. But Revan wasn't like that, at least from what I had seen. Besides, his soldiers feared him enough, because he hid his handsome features behind a hideous mask.

"Kayla," I said, "Does anyone guard the door while Revan is gone?"

"No, Miss."

"So those soldiers could walk right in and take advantage of me."?

"Oh no, Miss, they wouldn't dare," Kayla said.

"Why…?" I began to say, but the answer came to me on my own, "Of course."

They wouldn't come because of where I was. Revan had done that, made them think that I was his mistress, because if I was then they wouldn't dare try and take me, or risk death.

"He wants to protect me," I whispered. That was why I was here. It was because of the Warden, Revan wanted me safe.

Kayla gave me a small smile, "Aye, Miss that sounds like him. Master Revan is a kind man."

"Yes," I found myself saying, "I think you're right."


I looked at Revan differently after that. It was strange, like as if he cared for me. If Revan noticed my looks of curiosity and understanding, he didn't say anything. Our pattern remained the same; I slept in a warm nest on the floor, while he claimed his bed. His sarcastic charms still annoyed me, but I endured them.

A day after my talk with Kayla, Revan's ship stopped suddenly. I had been glancing through a journal of an old Sith Lord that Revan had left behind, and when the ship shuddered it broke me from my reading. With a frown, I left my seat and glanced at the walls of the ship almost willing for them to explain what happened.

Revan opened the door and strode in confidently, his mask on again. I turned my head and gave him a nod in greeting.

He smiled, "I'm sure you are wondering where we are."

"The thought had crossed my mind," I answered truthfully.

Revan chuckled, "We are about to board a shuttle that will take us to the Star Forge."

For a moment, I forgot to breath, "The Star Forge."

"You have heard of it," He mused.

"Only a little," I said, "Where its origins are, and how it was built, or how you found it, I cannot say, but my masters did say that you had found some weapon. Recently before the attack we made against you, the Republic had intercepted a message from Malak mentioning this 'Star Forge'. It was determined that this was what was supplying your fleet and forces."

Revan nodded, "Quite amazing, I had hoped for this to be a much larger surprise," He looked only slightly disappointed, "No matter, come Bastila, I will show you the power of my Empire."

He led me out of his quarters for the first time in days. I forgot about the Star Forge momentarily and reveled in the fact that I was out of those rooms that had grown rather dull having not been allowed out. A large smiled decked my face, although nothing in the corridors should have made me smile.

A few soldiers and officers started walking towards and Revan slid an arm around my shoulders. I turned my head and glared at the limb he had draped on me I was about to warn him to take his arm off of me or he would lose it, but he turned and shot me a strange look. Something in his eyes made me swallow my words, but I gritted my teeth bitterly.

The soldiers glanced at us briefly, and I saw some of them snicker or gaze at me lustily. I shuddered inside, but held my head high.

We reached what assumed I was our destination when Revan stopped before a gullible looking man dressed in an admiral's colors.

"Lord Revan," The admiral said, "Your shuttle will be ready in moments."

"Excellent Admiral," Revan praised.

The admiral cleared his throat, "I'm sure the wait won't bother you in the least." His gaze was directed at me.

"No, not at all Admiral Abon," Revan replied. I seethed inside, but did nothing.

"Has the prisoner, obeyed you well my lord?" Abon asked.

"Oh, she has listened to me fine. And her…talents are quite excellent." He brushed a glove hand against my cheek, and I had to resist the sudden urge to sink my teeth into it. I was about ready to step on his foot if he continued with this game.

Abon smiled, "She is a pretty one, sire."

"Her uses are for me alone, admiral," Revan said with anger in his voice, "No one is allowed to go near her. Are my orders clear?"

"Uh, yes, my lord," Abon said, backing away.

"Good, now assure the shuttle that I would like board immediately."

"Right away, my lord," Abon said, before dashing off.

After very nearly laughing at the sight of the Sith Admiral sprinting off like Kath Hounds were on his heels, I figured out something again. The whole arm on my shoulder and mention of my 'talents' was another way of protecting me. Now the soldiers would believe more than ever that I was the object of Revan's pleasure, and stay farther away from me. Why did he have to be so nice?

Revan released his arm from my shoulders, and I realized how chilly this room was with out his warmth around me. He calmly walked over to the viewing window, while stared at him. I hated how I couldn't see his face behind that mask. I couldn't see his eyes, not because I wanted to admire them, I wanted to see what he was thinking. I wanted to know what he thought of me.

Wait, no I didn't. I could care less of how he thought of me. I wanted to now what he thought he was going to do to me. I know he wanted me to join the Sith, but what did he really mean by gaining my loyalty. Did he mean making me fall in love with him? Love? Why had I thought that? Even if he meant it that way, it would never work. I was a Jedi, above such emotions. If that was his plan, then it was doomed to fail.

"Come see it, Bastila," He beckoned to me.

I shook away my thoughts, and stood beside him. The Star Forge was the strangest and most powerful thing I had ever seen. A bud of a flower made out of metal was pointing a needle of energy that spread and encased the planet below it. I could see that it was powerful. A deep black hole of dark power surrounded the Stare Forge. I could feel the Dark Side radiating within it.

Revan calmly slid an arm around my waist, bringing me out of the trance I had been in. It wasn't the same as his arm slung around my shoulders; showing his ownership. Instead it was a subtle action, almost a romantic gesture. My gaze moved from his arm traveling up his chest to his covered face. His hooded eyes looked into mine, and again I wanted to see his face. My stomach did a strange quivering feeling. It wasn't the revulsion I felt at the Warden's touch, but a tinge of excitement. What was happening to me?

"Am I interrupting, Master?"

With a gasp I pulled out of Revan's grasp, and looked at Malak. His twisted smile would have been plastered across his face hadn't been for the brace covering his jaw. I reverted my eyes to the floor, I didn't want to see the hatred and evil that shone in his eyes.

"No Malak," Revan replied through gritted teeth, "I was merely showing Bastila the Star Forge."

Malak's eyes scaled over my pale dress, "I see you have shown the prisoner every courtesy available, including your bed."

Even though it wasn't true, I blushed crimson.

"What would prefer me to do with her, Malak?" Revan asked with a tinge of anger.

"Restrain her to a slab let her feel the true power of the Dark Side by experiencing the pain of what a Dark Lord can do to a mere Jedi," Malak replied, "I would have her go through the worst nightmare she had ever dreamed."

Fearfully, I took a step away from Malak, but I had no where to go. His eyes glared at me with complete hatred.

Revan placed a hand on my shoulder. It was reassuring, for some odd reason, and my fear left me.

"You would have me frighten the girl to death," Revan said, "All you would accomplish was an obedient corpse, giving you nothing."

Even though I was supposed to hate him, I couldn't help but feel a little proud of Revan's statement. I was half tempted to give Malak a satisfied smile to sweeten the humiliation he had just received. But Kayla's words came back to me, Tis Malak ya need to look out for. He don't care about slaves nor prisoners.

Admiral Abon returned then, "My lord, the shuttle is ready."

"Thank you, Admiral," Revan replied. His arm returned to my shoulders as he escorted me away from Malak, and onto the shuttle.


I was brought to Revan's new quarters, and left there. Kayla returned to serving me, and brought me a fine dinner. She was bubbling on and on about the Star Forge. Apparently this was her first visit there as well, but unlike me, she had explored it all day. I grew tired of the rooms rather fast, and longed to see what exactly this Sith power held. It would be impossible to leave the rooms on my own. Even if I left with Kayla some soldier would stop me, thinking that I was trying to escape. I had no idea where the Star Forge was located. It was agonizing. I was on the Star Forge, but if I had managed to escape, then I could never tell the Council where it is located. If the Republic somehow found this place anyways, I could do nothing. Revan would merely hit me in the head again so I couldn't use my Battle Meditation. I didn't relish the bruise I would receive from that again.

A miracle happened a few days after we had arrived on the Star Forge. Revan returned to the room, after Kayla had took away the breakfast tray. Already I was bored, and was half tempted to start counting the stars showing from space outside of the window.

"You look restless, Bastila," He said, startling me.

"There is little to do when you are a prisoner," I replied.

Revan laughed behind his mask, "Yes, I'm sure of that. Perhaps I can relieve your dullness by showing you this station."

I was amazed by the offer, and smiled at him, "Are you sure that is wise Revan, what if I find out how to stop this power of yours and betray the information to the Republic?"

"I hardly doubt that the Republic could stop the Star Forge," He said laughing, "If you don't want to join me, I suppose I can leave you here to find some other…"

I was already halfway to the door.

Revan laughed again, "I didn't know you were this eager for my attention."

I was getting to know him well now, and knew some comment like that would be coming, "I am merely eager to see this weapon of yours, I apologize if you had wanted something differently."

He seemed stunned by the response, making me grin in triumph.

He shook his head, as if to clear his thoughts, "Come then," he replied.

Revan led me through all sorts of places on the massive spacestation. I visited the command center briefly, and wandered the corridors in peace. Revan always made it appear to the soldiers that I was his, but since I knew the reason for it, I endured it gratefully. Kayla passed us on the second deck. She looked at us with a queer expression, but didn't ask what we were doing. I smiled at her as she passed.

We stopped at what I assumed was a training ground. I could see several Sith apprentices dueling with training sabers, most of them red. I was reminded of the enclave on Dantooine, and how I had spent several hours a day training on my saber techniques. Being a Jedi Sentinel, my saber skills were only used when fighting an enemy. Still, Master Vrook had always thought it best if I had an in depth knowledge of combat no matter my class. However, since I have been a prisoner I had no weapon to practice with and I was beginning to fear that my skills would deplete drastically. If I ever managed to escape or was rescued, I would have to train fiercely to recover.

Revan caught my wistful gaze, "Do you like to duel?"

"On occasion," I said, "but I haven't practiced in a while. I'm sure you know why."

Revan laughed, "I rarely spar anymore."

"And why is that?" I asked curious.

"The main reason is because if I did duel with Malak, he would try and cut my head off."

"An excellent reason," I agreed, "but why not ask another apprentice, like them" I gestured to the Sith below.

"They bore me, none of them could best me," Revan said.

"You love to boast about yourself don't you," I said.

"No, it is a fact."

"I don't believe you."

Revan grinned at me through his mask, "Would you like me to prove it to you?"

"Gladly," I said, "choose your partner."

He smiled, "You."

My mouth fell open, "What!"

"You said that you were bored."

"But I didn't say that I wanted to spar with you," I said.

"True, but I could use the amusement."

I rolled my eyes, "You would trust your prisoner with a lightsaber?"

"No," He replied, "I never said that I would let you use a lightsaber. I know well enough that if I did, I would come out of their more than likely missing a few limbs; although, you still wouldn't beat me."

"I'll challenge that," I stated, smiling at him sweetly, "I think you underestimate me, Darth Revan."

Revan smiled at me again, "I think you are over confidante Bastila Shan. Let this duel begin."


Revan brought me to a private sparring room. He removed his cloak and mask, wearing only his black tunic.

We stood facing each other, a dull vibroblade in my hand.

"Are you ready to start?" He asked a confident grin on his face, why did that smile make my heart melt?

I just gave him a slight smirk that and the duel began.

He was good, very good. It would take a Jedi with great concentration of the force to be able to even come close to beating him. Luckily, perfecting the art of Battle Meditation gave me that concentration.

The beginning of the match was a surprise for both of us; we matched each other nearly perfectly. Neither of us had an upper hand as we each delivered and blocked blows. I performed a flip over his head, hoping to throw him off, but to my surprise his blade met mine before it could hit its mark.

We continue to throw blows at each other until I finally saw a weakness in his defense, perhaps victory would be mine. Unfortunately he saw what I was planning to do; he was able to throw an arm up before I brought down a winning blow.

He backed away slightly and smiled at the blood trickling down his arm, "You are very good Bastila." He stated.

I grinned at him, "Are you ready to give up?"

He smiled back, "Not even close."

We started parrying again but the taste of my near victory was still with me and he easily found a way through my style. His blade found a mark on my shoulder and the pain made me grimace.

He smirked, "Are you done yet?" I just glared at him and attacked again. I hit at him with everything I had. Our blades hissing through the air as the met in a metallic clang that echoed through the room.

Then my blade hit his hilt, the impact caused his blade to skid across the floor. The advantage was mine. Clearly I over estimated his skills, he raced for the blade as I chased after him.

Before I could deliver my blow, he blocked it, and then used his feet to trip mine. I landed hard on the floor, nearly dropping my sword. His blade met mine again, but now we were both nearly lying on the floor.

I was able to shift my weight and roll him off of me so that I was the one on top of him, but he quickly changed the tables.

Straddling me he knocked my hand against the floor, causing my blade to topple out of my hand. He brought his blade to my throat, silently claiming his victory.

We stared at each other for the longest time, both breathing heavily. I became aware of the position we were in and how close our faces were from each other. I began to wonder if he would kiss me, and wondered why I wished he would. But he didn't instead he stood up and then offered me his hand.

"You are wonderful opponent, Bastila," he said as he helped me to my feet, "You still didn't beat me."

"One day I will," I said with confidence. Revan only smiled.


After our duel, Revan led me back to his quarters. I was in good spirits form the duel, and I felt like as if nothing could bring me down. I could still feel his hot breath on my face as he held his blade to my throat. The way the lights had highlighted his hair was forever emblazed on my mind. He's just really handsome, I told myself, that's why he won't get out of your head.

"You seem cheerful," Revan stated.

"I had forgotten how much fun it is to spar," I said, "even if I lost."

"Are you sure that is the only reason?" He grinned at me.

Another one of his comments, but I was in too good of a mood to let it bother me. Instead I smiled, "For myself, yes, but I can't say for you."

I relished the stunned expression on his face. I find myself enjoying playing his game.

"What do you mean by that?" He asked. He actually sounds serious, I thought.

"You always ask me if your charming manner towards me has caused an attraction," I explained, "I believe, however, that the point you make is really that you find me attractive."

"Really?' He asked, starting to understand, "And you don't feel anything for me?"

"Oh I feel that I probably hate you anymore than anyone I have ever met," Inside I knew that was a lie, "and I feel that you are enjoying my company much more than I enjoy yours."

"So, you still haven't learned the truth of why I have brought you here," Revan stated.

"No, Revan," I said, "I know exactly why you are here. You want to protect me form the lustful eyes of your men. I think you feel sick inside when you think of what they could do to me. You say you won't hurt me, Revan, because you couldn't bear the thought of my pain."

"Your pain," He repeated, "You think that I actually care about you. Yes, Bastila, you are here for your protection, but merely because I gave you my word. I am the master here, Bastila; I can do what I wish to you."

Again, I didn't believe him, "You couldn't," I said with a smile.

Revan smirked, and pulled me to his chest. I was surprised by his move, and couldn't stop him. His hand moved behind my head, and forced my lips to meet his. I was so stunned at first, that I did nothing. I tried to put my hands on his chest and tried to push away, but he was to strong. I surprised my self when I started to kiss him back, and my hands curved around his shoulders, almost like I wanted to hold him.

Revan moved out of the kiss and started to laugh, "Do you always kiss the men you hate?"

My cheeks flushed pink, and I glared at him, but he continued to laugh.

A knock sounded on the door, and Revan grabbed his mask, and put it on before he answered.

"My lord," A young officer said, "Darth Traya is here."

Revan nodded to him, "Thank you, inform her that I shall be there in a moment."

When he left, Revan turned back to me, "Come, Bastila, there is someone I want you to meet."


We left for a rather comfortable room, with lovely couches covered with Alderaanian velvet. An old woman was seated on of these coaches.

The woman stood when we entered. She was dressed for head to toe in a black cloak. Two white braids hung over her chest, and her pale, blind eyes, gazed into nothing.

Revan bowed slightly when he saw her, "Master Kreia."

I blinked in astonishment at the name. I had heard of Kreia from my masters. Supposedly, this was the women that had first led Revan down the dark path, it was her that had found him, and ensured his training.

"I had heard that the Council infiltrated your ship," She said, "I can see that you are unharmed."

Her gaze fell on me, and I shifted uncomfortably, "A rumor has reached me that you have captured Bastila Shan. I can see that it is true."

Revan smiled, "Bastila, this is my old master Kreia,"

"Yes, I have heard of her," Was all I said.

Kreia gave me a slight nod before turning back to Revan, "Revan, let us speak alone."

Revan nodded, and smiled behind his mask. He gestured to the soldiers flanking the doors, "Bring Bastila back to my quarters, and make sure she is unharmed."

They nodded, and escorted me out of the room. I never learned of what was said in there.


Revan seated himself on one of the couches, and gestured for Kreia to sit. She obliged, but seemed rather edgy.

"Now, Master, what has brought you here?" He asked, "You should be at the Academy on Malachor V, I have heard…."

"You must get rid of her, Revan," Kreia said.

Revan frowned, "Get rid of whom?"

"Don't look at me like that; you know of whom I speak. You must get rid of that girl."

"Bastila will remain here, Kreia," Revan said calmly, "I don't see how…"

"You should heed me, Revan, you must leave her."

"No, I won't do that," Revan replied.

Kreia seemed a little surprised, "You would dare keep the girl only because she is a good mate," she hissed

Revan chuckled, "You know me better than that, Kreia, I haven't laid a hand on the girl."

Kreia was even more displeased by this news, "Then it is worse than I feared. You must kill her."

He frowned at her, "Kill her? Why should I do that? She had done nothing…"

"She is dangerous; Revan" Kreia replied, "She could destroy everything you have built."

"You must be wrong, Master," Revan said.

"I'm not," Kreia stated firmly, "I have seen it."

"You must have…"

"No, Revan, I have seen it perfectly," Kreia interrupted, "You must choose, your empire or the girl. If Bastila dies, the Sith will flourish, the Republic will fall and the Order will be destroyed. If she lives, then you will suffer like you never have before. All that you see here will be taken away."

Revan listened to his Master's words with a heavy heart. He looked at the room surrounding him, picturing the entire Star Forge, his entire empire. Another image came to his mind; he could see Bastila smiling as she parried his blow. Oh how he wanted to see that smile again, but was all of this worth losing just for that?

"You must decide, Revan." Kreia said, "What is your choice, an empire or Bastila?"

"You shouldn't have to ask," Revan said gravely.

"I'm afraid because I have to." Kreia replied, "I will return to my Academy now, I will wait for the news of her death."


That night the rooms of Revan's quarters were pitch black, and still. The quite calmness seemed to mock at Revan, almost scorning him for the deed he had to fulfill.

As quiet as space itself, Revan slipped out his bed. His hand found the small knife on the stand next to his bed. He unsheathed it, and placed the cover back on the stand.

Silently, he tip-toed to the shape resting peacefully on the floor. Bastila was cocooned into to blankets, her hands resting on her stomach. Hr kneeled before her, gathering his courage to do what he had to do.

Like a coward, he had decided to kill her in the night, while she slept. He didn't want to see the fear, or pain in her eyes as she died. He didn't want to see the betrayal as he broke his promise. He would slit her throat quickly, she wouldn't feel any pain. She would never know it was him.

Revan rested on hand on the floor for support, and placed the knife an inch from her throat.

Bastila turned over in her sleep, and her hand softly covered his on the floor.

Startled, he dropped the knife and backed away. She slept too soundly to have heard, and continued to sleep peacefully, but Revan didn't reach again for the knife.

Instead he stared at her sleeping form, noting the graceful curves of her body and the soft breaths as she slept. An angelic look lay on her face.

With a sigh, Revan picked up the knife, walked over to his bed, and sheathed it. His eyes turned back to Bastila, "To hell with what Kreia says, I won't do it."

With that, he crawled back into his bed. One girl can't destroy an empire, He assured himself, Kreia is wrong. Revan tried to sleep, but fear edged his dreams. He knew how close he came to killing her, but he couldn't figure out what had stopped him.

TBC


A/N: Was that a cool ending? Please R&R.