Just as he was about to enter the ship, Bastila cried out, "I love you"
He smiled, "I know. Goodbye Bastila"
Tears rolling down her cheeks, her heart thumping, "Goodbye Revan".
The same scene kept running through her head. It would be there when she woke up in the morning, it was there during lessons and it was there when she fell asleep at night. It was what got her through most of the days.
Bastila was alone. No one in the Enclave spoke to her or even looked at her anymore. The one's who had been there, watching Revan leave, had seen what had transpired, knew what it meant. For those who hadn't been there it had soon travelled like wild fire throughout the Enclave. She was alone.
The dance music was giving her a headache, that or it was the ale either way she wasn't enjoying herself. Bastila sat alone at a table, watching her fellow Padawans swan about on the dance floor. She felt like crying, as she sipped her drink. She had no idea why she had dragged herself out here. I guess it's no better than being back at the Enclave, Bastila thought sadly. None of them came over to ask her to join them; they hadn't even acknowledged her when she walked in to the club. This is pathetic. I'm better than this. I'm a Jedi. Bastila thought, slamming her fist against the table, but the same feeling of loneliness kept washing over her, I have to keep myself busy, I have to get out of here. Bastila got up, left a tip on the table and hurried for the exit, a Jedi bumping into her on the way out, without even apologising, the Jedi walked off.
The cold night, greeted Bastila outside. She sighed deeply as a cool breeze washed over her. At least this was her last night on Dantooine, the High Council were giving her, her first assignment tomorrow. She would be away from all the prying eyes, away from the looks of disgust, or the silent abuse she received. Bastila shook as she breathed in, a tear rolling down her cheek. She hated Revan for leaving; she hated him for making her long for him. She hated herself most of all for feeling this weak.
Bastila wrapped her robes tightly around her, and tramped across the plains towards the Enclave. The chatter of nightlife kept her company, as her mind wandered as it usually did for the past few months. She didn't have anyone to talk to, except Master Hestra and Master Kreia, but like parents, you don't tell them everything.
"You must be the Jedi, we hear rumours about"
A man's voice, gruff and threatening. Bastila looked up. Three men had emerged from the woods to her left, the glint of their Vibroblades reflecting the moonlight.
"Aye, she's a pretty thing. I wouldn't mind doing a bit of that" said one of the men, slowly drawing out his Vibroblade.
Bastila unhooked her lightsaber from her belt, "And what makes you think I'll let you anywhere near me?"
"It's just that we've been hearing there's a whore amongst you Jedi, supposedly one that likes the bad men, so to speak"
The men laughed, as if they had cracked a good joke. This probably wasn't the best idea, considering the mood Bastila was in. All the emotions she had kept bottled up; all the anger had suddenly been let loose as if a floodgate had been opened. Even before she realised what she was doing, she threw herself at the men, her lightsaber blazing like the sun in the night. As she slashed down, the man who had been holding the Vibroblade wasn't any longer. A quick twirl and a slash had rid the other men of both their hands. Bastila tucked away her lightsaber as they cried in pain and withered about on the grass, "I'm guessing you won't be laying your hands on anyone else for a while. Had fun boys?"