I want to precise, what I meant at the end of the previous chapter when I mentioned my 'bad writing'. I meant some grammar and orthography mistakes, that I have found during reading this story over again. This is the main reason, but I think, that I'll change slightly few scenes, but, as I've said the last time, I'll finish this first. Later I can think about rewriting it. Also, I want to thank all of you who leave comments for the feedback. It's nice to read it and I ask all the rest of you to write a review as well. It helps me a lot and for you it's free, so I would like you to write a comment after reading this chapter :D. Thanks a lot ;) and have a nice read!

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Chapter 16

"Where is she?!" Revan shouted at the poor Twi'lek man, who had the misfortune of surviving the former Dark Lord's rampage, and now was facing his wrath. He was pinned to the wall by the Force, his limbs stretched in every direction, as the fallen Jedi was shocking him with the Force lightning every now and then.

"I don't know!" he responded in between the cries of pain. The two men who accompanied Revan brought their hands to their noses, as the odor of burned body reached them.

"You're lying," the former Dark Lord said calmly. His voice was quiet. "And I hate being lied" with that, the Twi'lek was dropped to the ground with a soft thud. He was crisped to death. His lekku were still smoking a little, as Revan turned out to leave. Rex and Canderous watched for a moment the dead corpse, but eventually, they followed their leader.

The fallen Jedi looked around the Vulkars' Base. The floor was studded with the dead bodies, that were contorted in pain. Their faces held a grimace of pain, with their mouths open. But no sound was coming from them. A scream was the last thing they've managed to do in their lives, as Revan was killing everyone around.

He came closer to the terminal, where the blue Twi'lek girl was standing. She was working on the securities of the base. After few more minutes, the computer let out a series of beeps, and Mission stood up with a smile on her lips.

"There! The elevator is open!" she exclaimed with joy. Her Wookiee companion let out a roar of appreciation. Revan allowed himself for a small smile, as he eyed the child in front of him.

"Well done Mission" he approved her. She, in response, only smiled wider. Revan began to walk towards the elevator with his four companions following him closely behind. He knew exactly where Bastila was being held. But still, he enjoyed torturing his enemies. It was an old habit he couldn't help but follow.

The group of five stepped into the lift and waited patiently for it to go all the way down. Revan furrowed his brows and clenched his teeth, as he felt a sting of pain in his right shoulder. He turned his gaze towards the spot it was coming from and lifted his sleeve all the way up to his collarbone.

The skin on his shoulder was fiercely red. It had a, not so deep, cut, that was pitch black, with a mixture of blood and a white liquid coming out of it. A pus. Revan grimaced when another wave of pain coursed through his body. He clenched his teeth tighter and pressed the palm of his hand to the wound. He knew some basic healing arts, and it would be good if the pain subsided. Even if only for a while. He felt his actions bringing results, as the throbbing ache slowly lessened. He dropped his sleeve back down, making a mental note to take care of that scratch later.

The elevator reached its destination, and the doors opened. They were greeted by a sight of the pale creatures, they've encountered in the Undercity and in the sewers. Revan, acting on instincts, ignited his lightsaber and decapitated the nearest alien. The whole room was filled with them. They were hovering over the dead bodies of the Black Vulkars.

"What are these things?" Revan asked, pointing this question to no one particular. But he was given an answer.

"Rakghouls" Mission explained, as she fired at the another pale beast, that was advancing on them. One precise shot caused it to fall to the ground. "They are the worse plague, that keeps on spreading across the Taris, ugh…" she continued, but was cut off by another creature, that has managed to get close enough to hit her. Fortunately, it hadn't managed to scratch her.

"Be careful," she said. "This odd liquid on their bodies is a venom. If it contacts your bloodstream, you're poisoned" she warned them. Revan almost smiled at the irony. Now he could understand the source of pain in his shoulder.

"And if I would be scratched, what happens next?" he asked, pretending it to be a simple question, caused only because of the curiosity.

"Well, it depends" again, it was Mission who answered. "If you're strong enough, you live for few months. If not, you die after few days" she began. A comforting perspective, Revan commented in his mind, as he deprived of life another Rakghoul. "If you survive, you began to transform into this thing" Mission added. Revan frowned at that. Would he become something like this? "And here again, depending on how durable you are, you, or survive the transformation, or you die in the process."

The former Dark Lord sent a group of creatures at the other end of the room with the Force. Their bodies hit the wall and fell lifelessly to the ground. Perfect, he thought, as his mind was deciphering the message he received. He didn't ask any more questions. Too big curiosity could raise suspicions.

Rex knelt next to the dead body of the Black Vulkar. He examined his wounds and the pool of blood, that was underneath the corpse.

"He didn't die that long time ago" he commented, as he rose to his feet. "An hour, maybe two ago."

"How have they managed to get into here actually?" Mission asked, directing the question to no one.

"I suppose, that the same way we did" Revan replied. He was looking around the room they were in. He didn't sense any life, except their own of course. But he hasn't sensed Bastila's death as well. That meant, that she was still alive. He followed his instincts, to where the Force told him she was. Eventually, he ended up in a small room with a single cage in it. It was empty. He came closer to the metal bars and examined them.

She used to be in here. Not that long time ago, actually. She was still detectable with the Force. One thing comforted Revan. She was taken from here before the Rakghouls came.

"She's not in here" he stated, sensing his four companions behind him. He straightened himself back up and turned around. He saw a blunt expression on Rex's face.

"Then where can she be?" the soldier asked.

"I have no idea" the former Dark Lord replied. "Let's split up! Try to find anything, that could lead us on Bastila's track. Hurry!" he ordered. His companions did as he said, going in different directions.

I only hope, I'm not too late.


"I've found something!" Mission's yell was heard across the Vulkars' Base. It caught Revan's attention. He quickly found himself next to the blue Twi'lek. "I've found this datapad," she said to him, handing him a small device. The former Dark Lord took it in his hands and began to scan its contents. Mission was saying something to him, Rex, Canderous, and Zaalbar, but he wasn't listening. He was too focused on reading the message, that was in the datapad.

It was a description of this year swoop race. It contained everything. Names of the competitors, some details concerning the track, and the main price. Revan has almost broken the device, after reading it.

The main price was an attractive young Talravinian, human female, with brown hair and gray eyes. Bastila. Revan had to hold back the anger, that threatened to come out with full force.

"…the swoop race takes place at…" Mission was explaining but was cut off by Revan.

"That's not far from here," he said quietly. With that, he sprinted out of the room they were in and ran to the elevator. He used the Force to open the doors. He wasn't waiting for his companions. They would eventually catch up with him later. He had only one priority right now. And this priority was Bastila.

It seemed to him like an eternity, before the elevator finally has reached the main hall of the Vulkars' Base. He stormed out from the elevator and ran to the doors, that was leading to the Lower City. He broke them down with the Force and jumped to the streets of the poorer part of Taris. He was running ahead, not looking if he stumbled upon something. His mind was concentrated on only one thing. Or a person, to precise. All his thoughts were directed at Bastila. Despite being on Taris for the first time, he had no trouble in finding the swoop track. It took him roughly ten minutes to get to his destination.

When he arrived, he saw dozens of aliens, standing on the street. The holovids were showing the swoop bikes on the track. The audience was applauding and cheering on their favorites. Revan scanned the area with his eyes.

"Redros has won! Redros has won!" The Ithorian alien was shouting. The audience was on cloud nine. Revan recognized in the man a Black Vulkar. He was wearing the same specific armor, the former Dark Lord was cutting half an hour ago. And he was of the same species. "You took the first place! You own the main prize!" the commentator said to the Vulkar. In that moment Revan noticed her. Bastila was standing in a similar cage to the one, that was back in the base. She was wearing a mean outfit, that allowed everyone to see the top of her breasts, as well as the abdomen, and long, strong legs. And she had a neural disruptor around her neck. The former Dark Lord watched in shock, as the Vulkar, that has won the race, came up to Bastila. He felt the blood boiling in him.

"Don't you dare touch her" he whispered, but it was heard by everyone, who was around. The audience looked at Revan, and, unwillingly, every one of them took one step backward.

He was still breathing heavily from the run, but the air he let go was coming out in a steam. His eye didn't hold the usual green color. They were now golden. Sickly golden. He took an offensive pose, with the palms of his hands clenched in fists. Small lighting was dancing around his arms.

But not everyone was clever enough, to stand out of his way. The one who won, Redros, quickly recovered himself from the momentary shock and walked up to Revan.

"Stay out of this, stranger!" he said in a broken common speech. "I've won her, and you have nothing to say about tha…" it wasn't given for him to finish the sentence, as he was thrown away, at the opposite wall. His body hit it and collapsed on the ground. It remained there, unmoving.

Revan retracted his hand, that still had the lightning dancing on it, and turned his gaze at those, who was standing next to the cage. The audience was clever enough to realize, that he was someone, who no one should mess with. They quickly ran away from the street back to the slums.

Unfortunately, the Vulkars weren't so wise. They've begun their approach at the lonely man with the vibroswords. Few of them kept their distance and aimed at Revan with blasters. The former Dark Lord ignited both of his lightsabers and also, began his advance.

The first Vulkar, who came up to him, was quickly decapitated. He fell to the ground before his brain could register the fact, that he was dead. Revan's pace was slowly rising, as he was making his way through the next members of the gang. He deflected the shots, that were fired at him, back at those, who sent them. One by one, the Black Vulkars were falling dead on the ground.

When there was no danger, that he could harm Bastila, he used his favorite method of killing. The Force lighting quickly filled the small area they were in. The air was filled with an odor of the burned bodies. He used all his anger, that has built up in him, in this Dark Side art. His lips curled up in an evil smile, as he was watching the men around him falling lifelessly on the ground.

After every one of them was crisped to death, he picked their bodies and directed them to the barrier. He threw them through it, directing the corpses to the Undercity. Soon, they would be nothing more than the Rakghouls' feed.

When there was no sign of the Black Vulkars anywhere nearby, his eyes returned to their normal state. Once again, they were emerald green.

He turned around to look at the woman in a cage. She was hovering, almost dropping to unconsciousness. He ran up to her and opened the cell with the Force. Bastila gave a blunt look and collapsed into his waiting arms. Slowly, he picked her up and retreated from the Lower City.


Bastila watched with hazy eyes, as the Vulkars around her were falling dead. They were being brutally killed by someone with a blue and a red lightsaber. The Force lightning was dancing on the bodies around her. Soon the air was filled with the stink of burned flesh.

She saw the same man walking to her, and then, the door to her cage opened. She knew, that she should be afraid. That this man could be a threat to her. But her body reacted differently. She felt herself falling forward and collapsing into the man's arms. With that, the blackness took her.

For the first time in the past few days, she felt truly safe.


He sensed that. A scream in the Force. A cry of dozens of beings being mercilessly killed. And with that, came the familiar presence. Revan was somewhere on Taris.

Malak looked at the planet below with hatred and a small portion of fear.

"You summoned me, Lord Malak?" Admiral Saul Karath's voice broke the silence.

"The search for Bastila is taking too long. We cannot risk her escaping Taris" the Dark Lord of the Sith replied. "Destroy the entire planet" he finished with an emotionless tone.

"Th… The entire planet, Lord Malak?" Saul repeated, not believing what he has just heard. "But… there are billions of people on Taris! We'd be slaughtering countless innocent civilians. Not to mention our own men still on the surface."

It wasn't anything new for Malak to give such an order. But every time, it sent shivers down his spine.

"Your predecessor once made the mistake of questioning my orders, Admiral" the Dark Lord responded, turning to the man he was speaking with. "Surely you are not so foolish as to make the same mistake?"

"Of… of course not my Lord Malak. I will do as you command" he replied, straightening himself and crossing his hands behind his back. "But it will take several hours to position our fleet"

"Then I suggest you begin immediately. You are dismissed, Admiral" Malak said with a wave of his hand.

"Yes, Lord Malak" Karath bowed and turned to give the orders to the crew of the Leviathan.

Even if you are out there, Revan, soon you will be dead for good, Malak thought. He hoped that this time, his old friend would finally be killed.


"What is this Mandalorian doing here?!" Carth hissed, as Revan, Rex, Mission, Zaalbar, Canderous and unconscious Bastila have entered the apartment.

"Relax Carth" the former Dark Lord answered with Bastila in his arms. "Without his help, we would probably never survive in the Undercity. We owe him our lives" he reasoned.

"But he is the Mandalorian!" Carth exclaimed as this would be the best argumentation for 'why not to trust this man'.

"The pleasure is all mine" Canderous responded with a mocking tone. Carth clenched his teeth and curled his hands into fists.

"I'll give you pleasure, you little…"

"Enough!" Revan shouted after he laid down Bastila on the bed, drawing an attention of both men. "I don't care if you like it or not, but we have to cooperate if we want to get out from this planet. So, both of you, for the time being, shut up and at least try to accept each other's presence" he said, silencing the upcoming argument.

Carth bit his lower lip and mumbled something in response. Canderous only averted his gaze from the Republic officer.

"Good," Revan said, clapping his hands. "Now, I think we have to introduce someone here. This blue one is Mission. Without her, we would never find Bastila" he began, coming to the girl. "This walking car… This Wookiee is Zaalbar. His Mission's companion. And the big one is Canderous. He helped me and Rex in the Undercity" he finished and moved to the three men standing in the room. "This yelling idiot is Carth," he said, patting the man on the shoulder. "The one without an eye is Wolfie and the third one is Fox" he finished.

"And this is T3" Fox spoke, mentioning at the droid. "He helped us infiltrate the Sith Base and get the launching codes."

"Very well," Revan said, watching the small astromechanical unit. Again, he clapped his hands. "Now, if you don't mind, I'll use the refresher. I haven't been there since these bloody sewers."

With that, he disappeared into the small room. Everyone remained standing awkwardly, not knowing what to do with each other until Mission let out a yawn. This broke the awkwardness and everyone set for their own business.

Carth sat next to the Bastila, eyeing her carefully. He took the palm of her hand in his own ones and rubbed it with his thumb.

Rex, Fox, Wolfie, and Canderous were sitting in the corner of the room, talking about something with the low voices. Probably, they were reminding themselves the events of the Mandalorian wars.

Mission laid down on the bed and decided to take a nap. Zaalbar was standing next to her all the time.


Revan eyed his reflection in the mirror. He mostly paid attention to the wound on his shoulder. It wasn't looking healthy, but certainly, it looked better after a shower. Now it was cleaned, at least a little. But still, he needed medicines for that. But he decided to leave it for the time after escaping Taris.

He left the refresher in only a towel around his legs. He walked to the bed and collapsed on top of it. He was completely exhausted and gradually accepted the sleep, that came to him.


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