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Explanation: What if Malak's attack failed to kill Darth Revan? I have to give major props to Tinuveil Undomeil as well as xInuyashaxAngelx for inspiration. I suggest you check out their stories Captivated and The Change of Destiny.

Chapter 2: Flaws

Bastila backed away from Revan as he advanced, her mind frantically searching for the Force's comfort. Her constant companion since the time she had joined the Order, her comfort, was nowhere to be found. The seemingly endless power of the Force was at the mercy of the man before her. Shuddering, Bastila stopped backing away and glared venomously at Darth Revan.

"Coward!"

She hissed. Revan's form ceased its advance and the Dark Lord became rigid. The room was filled with a deafening silence, though Bastila could make out the heavy breaths from the Dark Lord.

"YOU DARE TO CALL ME A COWARD!"

Revan roared. Bastila scowled and glared with open hatred towards Revan.

"You would not even face me on even ground. What have you done? Given me an injection? A Force disruptor collar?"

The Dark Lord was poised to strike as he spoke.

"No, child. It is this place. It strips away the lies and leaves only who you are. It was here that I learned the most important lesson of my life. And it was here that I taught Malak and the others the flaw of the Jedi Order."

Bastila narrowed her eyes dangerously and crossed her arms across her chest.

"As I recall, Malak is dead."

Bastila prepared for the assault from the Dark Lord, but none came. Revan stared at her as motionless as a statue and turned on his heel, leaving the Padawan in the dim light of the cavern.

"I will see you in the morning, Padawan Shan. For now think over your predicament and make peace with the Force if you can."

Bastila waited in the dark cavern for hours, wondering where exactly she was. The loss of the Force had left her unbalanced. It was like waking up without an arm and her disorientation was quickly turning to fear.

"Why did he leave me here?"

Bastila asked the darkness of the room. As she suspected, only her echo answered. A hissing noise was heard and Bastila suddenly felt as if she was being watched.

"Hello? Who's there?"

A chuckle answered her as an elderly woman clad in obsidian robes with a pale mask approached her.

"Ah, you must be the brat that has my apprentice in such a foul mood."

Bastila stared into the woman's eyes. The pupils had expanded and all she could see was darkness. Shuddering involuntarily, Bastila frowned.

"You're apprentice?"

She asked. The old woman sighed.

"Yes, Revan has been quite the handful. He has already chased away Lord Nihilus and I fear Lord Sion will soon follow."

Bastila could vaguely recall the names from a briefing she had received. It was believed by the Jedi Council that a power vacuum would occur between the most powerful Sith Lords remaining. Nihilus and Sion had been mentioned, though none of the Jedi knew of them.

"What does Revan want with me?"

Bastila asked, curious as to why she had yet to be tortured physically. Darth Traya stared at Bastila thoughtfully.

"Why for you to understand..."
She replied cryptically. Bastila frowned, wondering why she felt she could trust this elderly woman.

"Understand what?"

Bastila asked. Kreia simply smiled.

"You are young, Bastila. You will learn in time."

The cryptic response sent a warning alarm off in Bastila's mind.

"That sounds almost too much like a Jedi Master."

Bastila's eyebrow shot up at that thought.

"You said your... apprentice?"

Kreia's smile vanished, replaced by an expression of indifference.

"Ah, I suppose that is not entirely true. Sion is my apprentice as Revan was once..."

Bastila felt her cheeks flush with anger.

"Then you are the one who trained him?"

This was important, Bastila knew that the Council had no idea where Revan had learned so much of the Darkside so quickly and this may have been its source.

"I trained Revan in the ways of the Jedi. And I was exiled because of them. He found me later, dying on some distant world when I chose to fight the Mandalorians and brought me with him."

Darth Traya gave a cold smile.

"Where Revan learned his power, I do not know. But I do know it was not from a Jedi."

Bastila stared at the woman for a moment before Traya turned and left the Padawan alone once more.

"Revan's Jedi Master? But I thought his Master was Zhar..."

Bastila remained in the cool and dark chamber for hours, not knowing what to think. She had tried for a time to find a way out, but whatever entrance Revan and Traya had used to enter had vanished. Again, Bastila heard the hissing noise and looked around frantically.

"Someone's been busy."

The voice leered. Bastila searched the room frantically for anything she could use as a weapon, growling in frustration when she could find nothing.

"Who's there?"

Bastila asked, not liking the fact that whoever was with her could see her but she could not see him. There was something about the voice that seemed vaguely familiar, though she could not place it.

"Why Bastila my dear, don't tell me you've forgotten?"

The Padawan's eyes narrowed in concentration and anger as she searched the room and caught sight of two golden pools of light.

"You've found me."

The voice mocked as the figure stalked into the dim lighting. The man wore obsidian robes similar to a Jedi's and a black cloak with knee high boots and leather gauntlets. Even in the dim lighting, Bastila could tell his skin was pale, though not corrupted by the darkside like many other Sith.

"Who are you?"

Bastila asked as she slowly settled into a defensive stance. The man merely smirked and eyed Bastila. The Padawan paled slightly as she caught the implication.

"I could do whatever I wanted... and you would be defenseless. No one would hear you and no one would know..."

The man stepped closer to Bastila and his smirk widened.

"So what are you going to do, Jedi?"

Bastila's mind searched frantically for an answer.

"Dammit if I only had the Force."

The man's smirk turned to a scowl.

"Very well, do nothing."

Bastila felt the blood drain from her face as the man lunged for her and knocked her to the ground. An iron grip formed around her throat and her scream died in her throat. Bastila stared at the man with wide, frightened eyes. The man seemed to look away for a moment before he turned back and smirked again.

"What can you do now, Jedi?"

Bastila felt her cheeks flushing once more with anger.
"Don't..."
She whispered. The man's smirk vanished, replaced by a frown.

"But why? Because you can do anything about it?"

The man ran a hand across Bastila's face and she shuddered from the contact, trying to shrink away from his touch.

"Because its wrong..."

Bastila's voice was so soft that it was barely heard by the man. The man seemed to contemplate this for a moment before he smiled. The smile was cold and calculative and held so much malice that Bastila found it doubtful that he would stop.

"Don't what, Padawan?"

The man asked as he lifted Bastila's Padawan braid and rubbed it between his thumb and finger. When she did not respond, the man shifted his weight, so she could not move and tightened his grasp on her throat slightly before letting her catch her breath.

"Don't what, Padawan?"

The man snarled. Bastila fought for worlds, but her mind had formed a blank and all she could think of was the fear at what this man was going to do to her, here.

"Please... don't rape me. Just kill me, please."

Bastila allowed herself that one time to be weak. Hoping and praying to the Force that this man would choose to be just that and listen to her pleas. Bastila looked away from the man, not wanting to see his reaction. She felt his body tense at the words and prepared herself for the worst.

"Is that why you think I am here, Bastila?"

The man's voice was soft, almost comforting. Almost. Bastila felt the man's grasp on her throat vanish as well as his weight. The man loomed over her for a moment.

"In this room, the Force has abandoned you. The Jedi do not know you exist. The only ones who know fo you are your enemies. Whatever fears you have forget them. Whatever nightmares you believe are coming true forget them. They are all real. Your life is about to become a living hell and the Jedi will not do a damn thing about it. As for the Force..."

The figure looked around the room with his red-rimmed golden eyes.

"The Force does not exist here."

Bastila had managed to force herself to sit up and stared up at the man's dark figure.

"I and whoever else can come in here can do whatever we want to you."

The man pulled a small holdout blaster from his cloak and tossed it towards Bastila.

"That is your first lesson. Remember it. I will see you tonight... On even ground."

The Padawan stared at the man's retreating form as he vanished darkly into the shadows. The hiss was again heard, though no light entered the room and Bastila could not even make out what direction it had come from. Bastila's eyes rested on the small blaster the man had left with her and a realization fell over her. It was morning.

"Force, that was Revan..."

Kreia stared at the monitors as Bastila's form slowly and cautiously lifted the blaster. She watched as the Padawan fired several shots to test the weapon and several more to light the room and search for anything.

"That was not a wise move."

She hissed as Revan entered the room. The Dark Lord turned his golden eyes to Traya.

"You and I cannot stand watch over her indefinitely and I seek to teach her... not break her."

Kreia said nothing.

"What would you have done, had I not been watching?"

Kreia asked after several minutes of silence. Revan stared at the monitor and ran his hand over the small image of Bastila.

"I may not be able to control all of my actions, Master."

Revan hissed.

"But I can control that."

The Dark Lord finished. Traya nodded.

"Good... You're obsession with this little one is unhealthy, Padawan."

Revan's eyes flickered for a moment before he turned to Kreia and blinked.

"She would be valuable... priceless."

Kreia smirked coldly.

"You are developing a weakness, Revan."

Darth Revan turned slowly to his former Master.

"Go back to the Trayus Core. Make sure Sion doesn't act up."

Traya narrowed her dark eyes.

"My presence will have little to do with his actions."

Kreia hissed. Revan ignored the comment and stared at the monitors.

"She is strong... but she will fall."

Revan whispered. Kreia stopped before she walked through the doors.

"All fall in the end. In their own way..."

Revan rolled his eyes.

"Cryptic as always."

Revan smirked.

"Go home, Master."

Kreia shook her head.

"You control a fifth of the galaxy's resources and have cut the Jedi Order in two but you are still that fool of a little boy I found on that Force-forsaken world."

Revan chuckled.

"And you love me for it."

Kreia smiled slightly, but did not speak as she left the room. Revan sighed and seated himself as he stared at Bastila. For some reason the Padawan had stopped searching for a way out of the room and was lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling. Revan ran his hand over the girl's image as he whispered.

"Tonight."

Bastila eyed the holdout blaster warily.

"At least it didn't explode when I shot it..."

The Padawan wondered briefly why Revan would give her the means to escape.

"I could simply kill him the next time he walked in here..."

The Padawan's mind went to the face of the Dark Lord. She couldn't help but think how wrong it all seemed. The pale skin, not the dead gray of the walking corpses she had seen of Sith Lords and the eyes. The eyes did not hold malice or hunger, they held something she could not quite fathom.

Revan rubbed his eyes tiredly and sighed as they flashed for a moment and became a deep brown. The Dark Lord did not enjoy the feeling that ran through him when he did that. Shuddering, Revan pulled on his mask and armor and stretched. His eyes traveled to the monitor where it appeared that Bastila was examining the pack on her blaster.

"Everyone has a weakness that can be exploited... an insecurity..."

The Sith Lord was not particularly concerned about Bastila's safety. As a Jedi she had been trained in advanced martial arts and even without the Force she should prove to be a deadly foe. None of the other Sith would go into that chamber, fearing the loss of the Force. Revan allowed a smirk to play on his lips.

"Why they all think it was me doing it to them I will never know."

Adjusting his armor once more, Revan stalked down the corridors, towards Bastila's cell. As he had suspected, the Padawan had the blaster trained on him as soon as he entered.

"I thought you said we would meet on even ground?"

Bastila snarled as she leveled the blaster on his mask. Revan laughed darkly.

"You have a weapon, I have armor. I'd say that is even ground."

Bastila scowled for a moment before she tilted her head slightly.

"But I can't see your face, you can see mine."

She hissed. Revan was silent for a moment, searching for a particular reason as to why he didn't want her to see his face. The only ones who truly knew what he looked like were the Jedi Council, Kreia, some red-haired Mandalorian child, an old man on Kashyyyk and now Bastila. All the others were long dead.

"Yes but I-"

Revan stopped suddenly, his eyes widening beneath his mask. Before Bastila could retort, Revan rushed from the room. Frowning, Bastila lowered her blaster.

"Where is he off to?"

She wondered aloud. Revan rushed through the caverns and corridors of the Trayus academy, on his way to the Trayus Core. How he had been able to still feel the bond while cut off from the Force, he did not know but he was grateful he could and he only hoped he could arrive before it was too late.

Darth Sion crushed Darth Traya's face in his iron grip as he lifted her from the floor and slammed her into the wall. Behind him, Darth Nihilus stood with his arms crossed as he blocked Kreia's hold on the Force. The sound of rapidly approaching footsteps cause Nihilus to turn. Darth Revan rushed down the corridor, his crimson blade burning in his hand as he rushed Nihilus. Nihilus barely had time to raise his weapon to block Revan's furious blow.

"Finish this."

The Sith Lord shouted to Sion in his twisted language. Sion looked over his shoulder to see Revan getting the better of his companion and growled as he dropped Kreia's beaten body.

"There are so many fates worse than death I would have forced you through... But we do not have the time, Master."

Sion brought his saber into Kreia's head as Revan let out a roar of pain and collapsed to the ground. Nihilus lowered his weapon and gasped from his exertion. Darth Sion approached Nihilus' side and looked down on the form of Revan as he clutched the sides of his head and sputtered in his pain.

"This will have to do for now. Make sure you don't kill him."

Sion cautioned his fellow Sith Lord. Nihilus made what sounded like laughter and lifted Revan's form from the ground, throwing him across the Trayus Core and beside Kreia's corpse.

"You were the one who gave me to her... You are the one who must suffer."

Sion unleashed a lightning attack against Revan, causing the Dark Lord to writhe in pain. Nihilus soon joined in as they made certain to cause only enough damage so as not to kill him. After several hours, the Sith Lord tired of their game. Sion prepared to strike down Revan, but was stopped by Nihilus' voice.

"Leave him, he has little time left and the Star Forge awaits us."

Sion lowered his weapon and looked down onto Revan's motionless body.

"Just to be certain..."

Sion raised his left hand and watched with satisfaction as blue-white lightning coursed around Revan.

"Enough, Bandon awaits us on Korriban."

Sion nodded, lowering his hand and following his companion. Across the galaxy, Darth Bandon was eliminating officers and Dark Jedi loyal to Revan. The Sith Master smirked as he sliced a Sith trooper's head off.

"I hope Nihilus and Sion are finished with Traya and Revan by now."

Bandon laughed as he exited the quarters of the late Sith Admiral, taking a ship to Korriban to meet with his conspirators.

Darth Revan felt only pain as he lay on the ground of the Trayus core. The former Jedi grunted with effort as he forced his battered and burned body to sit up. Revan's mind was raw from the loss of the bond he shared with Kreia and he could barely stay conscious. Looking across the Core, Revan felt his breathing hitch as he saw Kreia's battered corpse. With newfound strength, Revan crawled over to Kreia's corpse, tears hidden beneath his mask as he rested his hand over the gaping wound that was once her face. Revan closed what remained of Kreia's eyes with his hands and trembled in pain and rage.

"I. Should. Have. Seen. It."

Revan felt began taking in heavy breaths, panting as his mind went numb. At that moment, Revan let loose all of his rage and anguish in a roar that sent the Storm beasts of Malachor V running.

Bastila's head shot up as she sat in her prison. She could vaguely feel the Force beyond her reach and there was a pain, a trauma running through it that sickened her. Shuddering, Bastila drew her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms tightly around them, staring in the direction Revan had disappeared. An echo sounded in the cavern. It was not loud, almost barely audible, but the misery and wrath in that sound was enough to cause Bastila to jump slightly.

"What the Force was that?"

Darth Revan held Kreia's body tightly in his grasp, feeling himself lose his connection to the conscious world, he collapsed beside his fallen Master.