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Chapter 6

"Had enough yet, Revan?" Malak said mercilessly.

Hayley lay against a cold stone slab. Her body was like a mutilated mess. Her hair was a mangled frizz and her eyes a bloodshot red. Her face told tales of the many beatings Malak had given her, and the cuts in her skin were deeper then they appeared. The cuts went straight to her heart. Bastila could have prvented her this current of pain that washed around her...instead her own blood was on Bastila's hands. But, Hayley stood fast. She would not betray her friends...Carth.

"You can...torture me...all...you want...but...but it will...do...no...good." she said between breaths. In a rage, Malak slapped his hand against Hayley's cut on her face sending a burst of pain rippling through her body. The pain was immense, but she managed a small smile." Are...you enjoying this...Bastila? I sure...hope so...cause it hurts like hell...to me. I guess...that's all...you...really wanted...in the long run. Me...in pain."

Those words hit Bastila in the face like an airbus. She should have prepared herself more. Maybe she wasn't truly ready to face the Dark Lord yet. Revan always could be persuasive. Feeling the doubt in his apprentices mind, Malak decided to test her.

"Bastila?"

"Yes, Master?"

"Interrogate her. I have some business to take care of. I will return shortly. Remember, Bastila, don't hold back your emotions. Your fear, doubt, anger...let it flow through you." then he left.

Bastila stared at Revan who continued to lie there suffering. The woman was strong, but how much could she really take? Bastila stroled over to Revan and sent sparks of electricity coursing through her body. She screamed in agony. Bastila tried to not look at her. She had once been her friend too. No! I will not let Revan's persuasive mind get to me! She will die first! Bastila could sense all of Revan's anger boiling up inside her.

"Now you know how I felt. How easy it was to fall to the Darkside. You do know that by giving in to the Darkside, all the pain will end. You will be free...the force shall free me." she ended by quoting the Sith code.

"I would be hurt...more...if I did give...in." Hayley countered.

"You fool! You gave up the Darkside...but the Darkside hasn't given up on you! Friends make you weak! Can't you see that! It was you who gave me all this anger and suffering in the first place! And for that...you shall pay!" Lightning erupted from the tips of her fingers and flew into Hayley.

"I wasn't..." she pleaded.

"Oh, save it! You will die by my hands eventually...whether Malak wills it or not. Do you know why, Revan?" Hayley could see the pain in her eyes.

"Bastila...it...doesn't have to be...this way. You must understand..."

"I completely understand. You should have killed me on the Star Forge...but you couldn't, could you? Now the galaxy will suffer due to your pitiful mercy on me! Malak was right...hero, villian,savior,conquerer. You will always be all of these."

"I refuse to be..."

"Evil? Oh, Revan...you will never be able to escape from who you really are..." Bastila said confidentely as she continued torturing Hayley...

Carth sat beside Canderous in the Black Spider cantina. He lifted the small cup of Alderaanian Ale to his lips. It burned the whole way down. Carth finished it off then ordered some more. That had been his tenth cup of the awful stuff. Canderous reached over pushed him slightly.

"Don't you think that you've had enough of that stuff. You know you're the one who's gonna fly the ship..."

Carth shot him a look that said "leave me alone".

"Lighten up, Onasi. We're all gonna miss her. There's really nothing that either of us could've done to stop it."

"I should of tried harder to distract them. I mean... our ship could've taken a lot more hits that wouldn't of done serious damage to us. Damn it all! I could've saved her! I couldn't...I failed her. I promised her I'd protect her...and now she's dead." He swallowed another cup of ale.

"Really, Onasi...you gotta shtop drinking. Your gonna kill us all while we're flying..." Carth slammed his fist on the table.

"Then I'll see you in hell!" He got up and stomped off.

Carth exited the cantina and headed back to the ship. His steps were heavy and as he walked up the boarding ramp he felt a sudden sensation that forced him to his knees. Hayley? Jolee and Juhani helped him to his feet and helped him inside. He sat down on a chair.

"What's the matter?" Juhani asked.

"Hayley! She's still alive! I...I know it! I can...feel it!" he said excitedly.

"Carth, how much have you had to drink?" Jolee questioned his sanity.

"Can't...can't you feel it?" Carth asked suddenly unsure of himself.

Jolee and Juhani gave each other a suspecting look." Carth, we don't feel...anything different!"

"Oh...I guess it was just..." Carth looked at the floor. His hope broken.

"No! That's just it, my boy! We are all so close to her! We would have felt something through the Force! Why didn't it hit me sooner! The reason the council didn't sense her death would mean..." Jolee said with a smile.

"She's still alive!" Carth finished.

"What you felt, Carth, was probably a signal she was trying to send to us!" Juhani said as she regained her posture.

" She's in trouble. That's what I felt." Carth said.

" Well! What are you waiting for? Get moving, sonny!" Canderous walked in.

"Uhhh... did I miss somethin'?" he said drowsily.

Carth ran to the pilot's seat. He just kept repeating...She's alive! She's alive! She's alive! He fired up the engines and blasted out into space.

"Bastila, it appears that Revan here contacted her friends. We're picking up one small ship entering hyperspace coordinates to our location. I have to deal with the fools...so you must keep an eye on her." Malak shot her a conspicuous look, " that won't be a problem will it?"

"N-no, Master." Malak left.

Being in the presense of someone who you hated and loved at the same time was...difficult. Not to mention, Revan was making it extremely difficult to torture her. Half way through their conversation...Revan became silent. Bastila tortured her immensely just to hear her speak. She remained silent.

"You've taken more then I thought possible, Revan. You are stronger then you appear." Hayley looked down weakly." But I will break you eventually...just like Malak broke me."

Hayley struggled to continue her silence. The pain was now beginning to overwhelm her. It was becoming harder to think...to concentrate. Part of her screamed to just give in...to end the pain. She wouldn't though...she had been on that path before. She didn't like it.

"Say something! Anything! I swear I'll kill you if you don't say something!" she ignited her crimson lightsaber," Why won't you say anything!"

Bastila could no longer take the silence. She decided that she better make good on her threat, at least a little. She jabbed the blade into Revan's stomach and pulled it back out, slowly. Revan screamed in pain and nearly passed out. The pain was blurring her vision. Black crept at the corners of her eyes. She let it come...she let the pain consume her and she fell unconcious. Bastila left the room hastily.

Bastila walked down the hallway of the ship. She felt sick. How could she have done that? How could she have hurt her like that? It all seemed like a blur. Revan laying there, screaming in agony and pain. The pain Bastila inflicted upon her. Bastila's mind was a mess of thoughts and emotions. She was thrown to the side of the ship. Shrapnel dug into her face slightly. She winced in pain as she regained her posture and plucked the shrapnel out of her flesh.

"All men to the fighters! Turrets activated! This is not a drill...repeat, this is not a drill!" the commander's voice echoed over the comm system.

She had done it! She had done it again! I don't believe it! Even in her weakened state...she managed to send a signal for help! That schutta! Bastila rushed to her own fighter. She had insisted upon her own fighter so that she would never be caught off gaurd on land or sky. She had trained night and day to perfect her aerial aeronautics. She burst through the hangar doors.

There she was...the Dark Beacon. Her personal Sith interceptor. It had been modified with many special upgrades that guaranteed winning in most combat situations. Bastila levitated herself up and into the cockpit. The feel of the controls in her hands sent an excited shiver up her spine. She would be the one to deliver the final blow to the Ebon Hawk and destroy Revan's last chance for rescue, the last chance for the Republic.

Her engine reved up for take off, as did all the other interceptors. Turrets started firing and ships started being blasting out of the hangar. The Dark Beacon sped up to the front of the formation.

"Death Moon squadron, fall into line." Bastila said as the pilot's of some of the other interceptors began to fall into a formation behind her.

"Moon 1, ready." The pilot of this ship was a Dark Jedi, like Bastila. She had been trained exstensively in combat situations such as these. This was one of the people Bastila could trust to get the job done.

"Moon 2, ready." The pilot of this ship was an ex Republic soldier who had once been the strategic commander at Malachor V. He was in charge of all the strategic advances.

"Moon 3, ready."

"Moon 4, ready."

"Moon 5, ready."

"Moon 6, ready. Let's kick some Republic butt!" The pilot of this ship was arrogant and foolhardy but could always be counted on to accomplish the mission."

"Alright, Death Moon squadron, formation Delta 5, tactic 7. Form up!" The ships formed into a triangle shape. This would avoid being flanked or outmanuvered." We're coming up on the target. Prepare for offensive strikes to the back accelerators. That'll criple them for sure. After we'll move in and wipe them out...completely. Everyone understand the plan?" Agreements came over the comm system," Good. This will teach the Republic who's in charge now!"

"Almost there...it's in! Target has entered firing range. Waiting for the signal..." Moon 2 said.

"Sheilds activated..." Moon 4 said as she activated her outer sheild, and the others did the same.

"Now! Attack! Move in, move in! Proton torpedoes activating. Locking on..." Bastila said as her targeting screen locked on to the Hawk.

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