Revan would have known immediately that something was wrong, barring her powerful feeling, when they approached an unsecured Rubicon.

"Treg, wait here." She advised.

"No, I'm coming with."

"Treg, please, now isn't the time. Something is very wrong."

"Exactly! We didn't spend days in that training room for nothing." When he followed behind her, no objections came.

Revan pointed, "Go that way," as she moved off in another direction.

She moved steadily down the corridors of the small ship, pausing only slightly to observe the dead body that didn't belong there. She followed the path that appeared every few feet at first, then every few inches. The bright red path that she knew was the blood of the man she didn't want it to be. She turned the final corner, seeing the collapsed body that she knew instinctively was Carth. She fought off the urge to take cautious steps and instead rushed to his side. Her steps finally brought her to the fallen form and she reached down. Oh please let there be a pulse, please let him still be alive. She battled with herself, knowing she should search the rest of the ship but also aware she needed to turn all her attention to the fallen form below her. She weighed the option of calling to Treg but never finished the thought when she heard the click behind her.

Revan didn't turn around as she spoke, "I wouldn't do that. Yes you could strike me down, but not without bringing about the wrath of my apprentice upon you. You will never live if you do this and you know that. You aren't here for me, you have what you came for. You should go." She held her breath, knowing she meant the words she had spoken but having no idea where they came from or why she had said them. She sensed his hesitation, felt when he finally turned to leave.

And that's when she moved. She turned, flying from the lifeless body underneath her in an act that held no mercy. Her lightsaber was ignited and her move carried out in a matter of seconds. The body fell in a motionless heap, a few parts following a different path. She crouched there, taking more time than it had to defeat him, while her mind raced, Who am I? What am I?

Treg's footsteps brought her mind back into focus. She barely registered the paleness of his face as he took in the sight before him. "Get some medpacs." She turned from her position besides Carth when he didn't move, "NOW!"

Her hands moved, afraid to turn over the body, afraid to see the reason for its lifelessness, but knowing she had to, she fought her fear. A small gasp escaped her when the body rolled, not from the sight of the wound but from the way the body moved, reacting to her movements but not reacting on its own. She wanted to shout a million reasons for how this possibly couldn't be so, she wanted to drape her arms around the form and cry a thousand tears, but that was not what he needed now. He needed her attention, he needed her to concentrate on the situation and not on anything else. Her face grimaced as she fought back against accepting reality. I won't lose you, not like this Onasi. Hate me if you want, but don't you dare die on me!

Her hands hovered above his wound as she took all her strength and called to the force to heal the injury that was desperately trying to rob her of the man she loved. Tears were falling down her face, spilling onto her hands and the wound beneath them as she concentrated with all her might to revive him.

She felt the confusion battling around her. She felt the healing that was just out of her grasp as precious seconds were ticking away. She called to the force with such a fury, challenging it to defy her wishes but still she couldn't reach that point. She fought desperately to find the plateau. The one that would allow her to save him without sacrificing herself. This can't be, this isn't how it was supposed to happen. Noooo, please, why isn't this working? What is wrong, why can't I heal him?

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His lip rose in one corner while the opposite side turned down, slowly revealing a small expanse of teeth before he bellowed into a full blown roar. Feel the anger Revan, let it consume you.

Using every ounce of strength he pulled on the bond, grabbing all the light side power from her, hiding it beneath his darkness. Toying it before her as he slowly led her further and further. It is time for the Dark Lord to return.

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Treg had returned and he fumbled with the medpacs in stupid ignorance. Revan no longer had the patience for his inability and she grabbed them from his hand in a swift, callous movement. She injected pac after pac then returned herself to the force, willing it, calling it, demanding it.

I won't let this happen. Carth… Dammit I can do this, I WILL do this! Nothing will stop me. NOTHING!

Treg saw the agony covering her face, unsure what to do. He knew Onasi was in trouble but slowly the realization hit him that she was also. The change was gradual at first, her mouth closed and her jaw became stiff. Her eyes were glazing over and it took a few seconds for him to realize they weren't glistening from tears anymore. The soft, expressionless brow became furrowed and determined. The rest of the changes occurred in a sudden flash of light.

A bright yellow bolt, its edges shimmering, shot from her fingertips, ricocheting off Carth's chest, jaggedly returning from where it came. Hovering above her hands, the yellow missile shot into her chest, her torso arched back in response to the contact. It seemed as if her heart would be ripped out when her body suddenly angled forward, head falling back, as she was pulled by the projectile that was now hurdling back on a serrated path, as it sank into Carth's fallen form.

Treg followed its path, mesmerized as it pulsated between the pair, vibrating in rhythm to his own quickening heart rate. The entire room suddenly seemed to come alive, electrified from the currents surrounding their bodies. Unconsciously his hand moved to pull at the neck of his shirt as the air became hot and smothering, his gaze still transfixed.

A haze was surrounding them, weaving and spiraling, sparking into a grand flash whenever it came in contact with the life connecting bolt.

Shutting his eyes, Treg tried to erase the dizziness that was starting to surround him. The more he looked at the haze the more disoriented he became until he was unsure if it was himself spinning or the rest of the room. Trying to find something to focus on besides the flashing light he concentrated on what he could see of Revan's face.

Her head was still arched back compared to the rest of her torso but he saw she was struggling to bring it upright. He forced himself to concentrate on the slow, insignificant movement as it bobbed back and forth. Don't look at the lights, ignore everything else. Nothing is spinning as long as I hold this gaze.

His thoughts were barely finished before a sudden spark was erupting behind her. Its force throwing her head forward until all he could see was the top of her hair. In a slow, dreamlike movement, her chin began to rise and her head floated upright.

Treg caught her eyes as they fluttered open and all color drained from his face. Blank, glowing, yellow iris, red where white should be. Letting out a sudden gasp he took a few steps back. When his foot hit something he instinctively looked down and grimaced at the sight of a severed limb from the Rodian.

Holding his movement, trying to understand what he had just seen, Treg was suddenly aware that the room seemed to quiet. His intake of air was no longer a labored action. Forcing himself to look up he carried out the action quickly, before he changed his mind. Relief washed over him, concern plagued him, as he realized the change was gone. His eyes rested on her and once again she was simply Revan, before slumping lifelessly onto the floor grates.