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Chapter 15
Bastila cursed to herself as she saw the Ebon Hawk enter hyperspace. They had gotten away...again. She was going to be immense trouble once Malak found out. That meant punishment, torture. She clenched her hands into fists as she thought about what awaited her once Malak came back. Then she noticed the body laying on the ground in front of her. Canderous' body.
Her lightsaber shrunk back into the hilt and she placed it in its appropriate place on her waist. Sweat dripped down her forehead as she leaned forward to examine the corpse. Or what she had thought was a corpse. Canderous suddenly moaned slightly. Bastila gasped, this was definetly an unexpected turn of events. She had known the man was tough, but she had no idea he was this tough. Guilt threatened to enter her mind as she stared at the beaten man. Once an ally, and now an enemy. What was she to do with him? Kill him? Torture him? Could she really do that to a man which she had once secretly admired?
Bastila approached him warily. "More battles await you apparently, Canderous. You are the fool I always thought you were, aren't you? Why in the world would anyone sacrifice themselves to protect a murderer like Revan?"
Canderous remained silent and Bastla noticed, much to her enjoyment, Canderous reaching slowly for his weapon. She laughed dryly and stepped on his hand, nearly crushing it with all her weight. Canderous still remained silent, event though Bastila could sense he was in a great deal of pain.
"So you think you can protect her?" She pressed harder. "Think that you can defy the Sith? My dear Canderous...how very wrong you are. But that will be a lesson I will leave for my Master to teach you."
"Schutta." Canderous mumbled.
"Fool." Bastila spat venomously as she kicked him in the side and reached for her comlink.
To her surprise, Canderous lashed out and grabbed Bastila's ankle forcing her to the ground with a large thud. Bastila looked at him with an empty glare. She managed to free her leg and then grabbed his head and slammed it to the ground repetitively. Canderous screamed in pain each time, which only served to fuel Bastila's hatred and anger. Blood poured from the open wounds on Canderous' head. She could hear the crack of his skull meeting hard concrete each time.
"You know...I was thinking about killing you mercifully. But now I think I will just keep you alive so that I can torture you and show you first-hand how it would have felt to be a prisoner of the woman that you wish to protect...to be a prisoner of Revan. Fool..." And with that final note she walked away towards the bridge, leaving Canderous alone and in pain.
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"How could you have let them escape!" Malak yelled angrily.
"I'm sorry, Master. I tried to-" Malak brought his hand up and clenched it together. Bastila could feel her neck being restricted and she gasped for air, which was a futile attempt until Malak released her.
"I am sick of all your pathetic excuses, Apprentice! You are lucky that I am a merciful man, otherwise you would be dead along with all the others who have failed me." Malak paced slowly in front of Bastila.
"Forgive me, Master." Bastila said softly.
"Forgiveness?" Malak slapped Bastila across the face with enough force to send her to the ground. Then he ignited his lightsaber and approached her menacingly.
A thin line of blood appeared where Malak had struck her on the cheek. She wiped it away and then began to get up. Malak's lightsaber came down upon her shoulder roughly, sending her to the ground once again. This time Bastila screamed in pain. He had nearly cut her shoulder off. Bastila held her arm gently, trying to contain the pain and letting the Force wash through her.
Malak noticed her attempts to heal herself and he cast a Force Suppresion on her canceling her futile attempts. She winced in pain and nearly collapsed to the ground. Fotunately for her, Malak had finished his ruthless assault on the helpless woman. Bastila slumped against the wall as the pain finally overwhelmed her and she slipped into darkness.
"Consider yourself forgiven, Apprentice."
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Carth found himself at the local cantina. Alone, with the exception of five empty shot glasses in front of him. He had a horrific headache. He knew that it wasn't from the amount of alchohol that he had ingested, but he tried to force himself to believe that it was. That what gave him a headache wasn't rethinking the choices he had made within the past couple of days. It wasn't the constant worries about his relationship with Hayley. And it definitely wasn't the constant thought floating around in his head that he had blew the one chance that he had for happiness. Nope...his headache was due to the alchohol and that was that.
"Another shot of Alderaanian Ale, please." Carth said as the bartender passed.
"There you go, Sir. Hope you enjoy..." the bartender said, unaware that he just opened a can of spaceworms.
"What do you mean by 'enjoy'? You think I won't? You think just because I lost the only woman that I had ever loved once my life had crashed after the attack of Telos?" Carth began yelling.
"N-no, Sir. I merely-"
"You think that I can't enjoy anything in life just because I have no one left who loves me like I love them? Is that what you think? Because if that is the case, you are sadly mistaken. I can certainly be very happy without Hayley! Very happy! See! I'm extremely happy!" Carth rambled on, obviously drunk.
"Yes...you are, um, certainly..." the bartender looked for the word, "...happy."
"No I am not happy! Are you a complete moron! Do I look happy! I'm miserable...I can't think straight...and I have had one too many drinks." Carth slammed his fist on the table making the bartender scoot away.
"Sir, I believe that you shouldn't have anymore drinks...they're, um...not good for you." the bartender said calmly trying to think of a way to get this disturbed man out of the cantina.
"I believe you are quite right. Pour me another. Actually, two more...no five, yes five more drinks!" Carth had never been so drunk in his life, btu part of him just wanted to drown his sorrows, worries, and every other problem that he had in those drinks.
"Y-yes. Right away, Sir. If you'll be patient...I'll go get those-"
"What now! Just because I'm drunk doesn't mean that I'm not a patient man! I am one of the most-"
"Father?" Carth's words were cut off by a familer voice.
"Dustil? What are you...I thought you were..." Carth stuttered. He couldn't even form complete thoughts now. Perhaps it was time to stop drinking.
"Whoa, slow down, Father. Don't hurt youself." Dustil smiled.
"What are you doing here, Son?" Carth managed to say.
"I heard that you were on Telos and thought I'd visit you, considering that I was on a neighboring planet. Imagine my surprise when I found out that you were at the cantina...harrassing a bartender, no doubt."
"Oh...um...about that..."
"No need to explain, Father. I heard the whole thing." Dustil took a seat close to Carth. "So Revan left you?"
"Hayley did not leave me...for your information...I left her." Carth said.
"Really, Father. I know you too well." Dustil lowered his voice. "I'm sorry. I know you really cared for her."
Carth nodded his head. "It's my fault. I should have been more understanding..."
"Father, we need to talk." Dustil's voice became more serious. "They sent me to find you."
"Who? What are you talking about? But you said that you were on a neighboring planet and-" Carth said utterly confused.
"I lied." Dustil flashed his lightsaber. "Don't make this difficult, Father."
"Who sent you, Dustil?" Carth's hand brushed the side of his hip. It was then that he noticed he had forgotten his blaster. He was weaponless.
"Who do you think, Father? Certainly not the Jedi, that leaves only one other option." Dusil smiled. "Now let's go."
"I'm not going anywhere with you." Carth said defiantly.
"Pity." Dustil injected Carth with a sleeping poison. "Good night, Father."
The other occupants of the cantina looked at him warily.
Dustil held up his lightsaber. "Jedi business...go back to your drinks."
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