The Leviathan

KOTOR - What happened on the Leviathan, when Revan passed out while being tortured? More chapters may be added if reviews are in my favor. Light side female Revan/Carth

Rated PG

Disclaimer: I'm actually an old guy with more parodies put to his work than Elvis. Yeah. Right.

The Leviathan

Saul smiled sadistically at Carth, who glared back defiantly, though his head was spinning and his body burned with pain. The Admiral strode from the room, flipping on the switches and standing in the doorway, watching, grinning, his eyes twinkling with hateful malice.

Carth, Bastila, and Revan all screamed with pain, jerking, kicking, and writhing. Bastila managed to stay on her feet, but Revan and Carth collapsed. His chest rattled with the fierce pain. Tears and the searing torture blinded him. There was nothing but him and the fiery pits of hell.

"NOOO!" Carth yelled, and then the pain stopped. Only the dull, blinding-hot remains of his torture flickered across his skin like fire. Bastila and Revan were still screaming, and he looked up with tear-filled eyes as they twitched and jerked violently.

Slowly, Bastila's screaming faltered and she stopped altogether, clutching her hair and sobbing. Revan was still going, but barely. She trashed desperately, clawing at the solid force field surrounding her in a panicked search for a way to stop the pain. Carth watched, feeling as if he himself was being tortured again.

She looked to her friends with wild eyes for a moment, before suddenly she went perfectly tense, her eyes rolling back into her head and fluttering closed. Her knees buckled and she fell to the ground with a dull thunk. The containment vessel began to spark and the electricity could be seen, raw and flowing, over her. She was out, but the torture was still going. There was no break for her. Her final screeches of anguish echoed off of the walls eerily and faded away as her limp body twitched and rolled in a ridged manner.

Saul was laughing in the background, but he was long gone, leaving only a single Sith guard cackling at them from behind his visor. The guard slowly turned Revan's containment vessel to max, and her unconscious body began screaming and jerking all over again. She flailed and bucked for several minutes before the guard finally got bored and turned it back down to minimum.

Bastila was whimpering, clutching her side. "Oh," she moaned. The guard's head snapped up at this comment and he gave her a brief shock. Apparently some orders came through into his visor to stop, so he turned off the torture mechanisms and sauntered out.

When the clanking of his metal boots faded away, Carth began swearing loudly. Every known swear word and beyond flowed from his mouth with a harshness and passion Bastila felt overwhelmed to hear. She stared at him with wide eyes, her mouth slightly slack. When he finished, she spoke quietly, looking over to Revan, who lay still, her limp hand pressed against the force field.

"Carth," she murmured quietly. "You cannot let your anger…"

Carth stared at her darkly, and his silence made her stammer. She could feel the hate and pain swirling around him. His only outlet – Revan – was of no help now. It was Bastila and him.

"I-Is something the matter?" Bastila said weakly, flushing with embarrassment.

Carth continued to stare with red-rimmed eyes. His face seemed more sallow, somehow. More sunken in. Finally he sighed and looked away, running his fingers through his hair. "Yeah," he said. He glanced over to Revan, who remained sill. He could count her fingers, pressed up against the force field. He could see every little detail on her face as she lay there unconscious. Her hair fell in her eyes… fifteen strands exactly. Her eyes were hidden beneath her thick, long lashes, and her lips were parted as she breathed heavily. Her brows were arched downwards with the pain it took to breathe. She had taken so much abuse and yet she was so…

"Carth?" Bastila said uncertainly, sitting down in her containment vessel and gazing at him intently. "Are you alright?"

Carth snapped out of his thoughts, licking his lips, which had become very dry. "I guess," he said. "I feel a little shaken, though, I must admit."

"I have to agree with you, for once," Bastila said. "You withstood more than I ever could have imagined."

"Oh? And why is that?"

"I will be blunt with you, Carth. You are an average soldier with an astounding amount of courage and emotion. But valor does not make one strong. What you went through I am sure even a few Jedi might not have been able to withstand. And yet here you are."

"Maybe you're underestimating men like me."

"Maybe I am."

Carth studied his fingers. They felt numb and tingled with pain. His breathing came ragged and his voice was husky. He, too, was amazed at how long he had lasted. He looked again to Revan, who seemed almost as if she wasn't supposed to be there, as if she were somewhere else. He wished she were somewhere else. Somewhere safe and unharmed.

Like the Ebon Hawk.

He could remember the Ebon Hawk. It had been such a tiny ship in comparison to this monster called the Leviathan. Perhaps that was why it was called the Leviathan. And not only could he remember the Ebon Hawk, he could recall where everyone stood… where everyone worked. Where everyone gathered to meet, where everyone slept. He remembered how Revan took up the medical room as a bunk when there wasn't enough room for Juhani. He remembered how that night they had been attacked by fighter ships… he remembered how she had leapt up, ready for action, half-naked as she raced for the gun turrets… he remembered the determined grimace on her face, her hair falling in her eyes… how sensual she looked… almost shockingly so… He remembered that she had blasted those fighters within minutes…

And he remembered when she had returned with a grin on her face, and the first person she came to was him, to congratulate him on his smooth piloting skills… and everything else he may or may not be smooth at…

"Carth," Bastila murmured.

He jerked from his thoughts again, his eyes snapping to his friend's face. "What?"

"Your face…"

He blinked, reaching up to feel his cheek. "What about it?"

"It's all red."

Carth swore quietly to himself. "Sorry."

"There's no need to apologize," Bastila said in a soft voice. "You must be very angry. But you must keep your emotions in check, Carth. For Revan's sake." She looked over to Revan, whose expression had become slightly more serene.

Carth, too, gazed into Revan's sleeping face. He felt rather guilty and somewhat dirty for doing such a thing as to intentionally look into her face like that, but he couldn't help it. It was sort of addicting. His eyes flickered from her lips to her feet and back again. Up and back, more slowly this time, until he came to focus on every little detail; every curve, every mark. He could imagine those curves in his hands... against his own body... His ultimate fantasy... He felt his face growing hot, and he knew he was blushing again. Suddenly Bastila jumped beside him.

"CARTH!" she barked.

His face turned even redder and he turned his gaze to his feet. He could feel Bastila's disapproving stare on his face, but he avoided it, chewing his lip anxiously. There was nothing but tense silence and the faint humming of machinery. Finally Carth worked up the strength to speak. "I'm sorry."

"I know it may be difficult but please try to exercise some respect," she told him.

"I'm sorry," he repeated.

"You'd better. You've been very risqué up to this point, but I've been patient enough to let it pass without comment. One more offense and I'll bring it straight to Revan herself."

It was true. He had been very… well… he hadn't been as modest lately. He made his rounds on the Ebon Hawk more frequently, just to catch her early in the morning, sleeping, or in the afternoon, laughing as she failed miserably at Pazaak. He shamelessly flirted – or tried to, seeing as she twisted his head so much he wasn't sure which way was up – even though he knew she couldn't do anything about it, being a Jedi. In fact, though he feared it with all of his heart, he couldn't help but push her in the direction of the dark side. She was just… irresistible. Everyone else knew that, too. The entire Ebon Hawk had a mild infatuation for her, Canderous and Juhani especially.

Was that wrong? He supposed it was.

Perhaps he could make up for always touching her… for being too close… for reaching behind her for something just to feel her hair against his face… perhaps he could make up for those things by reminding Bastila who draws it out of him. It was Revan, after all, who has too look so… Well. She usually started the conversations that drove him so far as to actually have these urges to touch her. He had a trained restraint inside of him. A soldier's resolve. He could flirt all he liked… but there was something about her that just drove him wild. He constantly fought with himself and bristled when the other crewmates got too close. It was the way she started it, just prodding him, nudging him into just taking her up and off.

He cleared his throat, licking his lips again and staring at the ground sullenly. "She provokes me, you know. She starts it all."

"Regardless," Bastila said.

There was silence again. Revan shifted a little, and her hand slid downwards an inch. She moaned quietly, and Bastila gave Carth a look, as if expecting him to react to this sound. He remained placid and in his place, but he felt uneasy now. He fixed his eyes on Bastila, who returned his gaze firmly.

"You won't tell anyone, will you?" he asked.

"Not unless you act on your emotions, Carth."

"So… when she wakes up…?"

"I will tell her the truth. Saul had his guards continue to torture her even after she passed out. That is all she will need to know."

"So you'll just leave it like that?"

"Yes. I will just leave it like that."

Carth looked back to Revan as her eyes fluttered open. For the hundredth time since meeting her he sealed himself up, locking his memories and fondness away. He got to his feet and Bastila spoke to their friend.

"Don't try to move too quickly, you may not be fully recovered yet…"

And so life went on.

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Author's Notes: What did you think? I'm considering adding on chapters – like the holding cell for the rest of the crew, and when Malak battles Revan in the Leviathan. But you'll need to convince me. Argue your case. ;)