((Short fic so I can start getting back into writing. Hope whoever reads this enjoys it.))

Battle of Rakata Prime
The StarForge

Sparks lit the air as a shimmering blue Lightsaber clashed against a dark-red Lightsaber. Two combatants unleashed everything they had at one another in an attempt to defeat the other. Sweat rolled down the face of one, the other's face was obscured by a mask.

One fought to save the galaxy

The other fought to conquer it.

How did it end up like this? They both thought as their blades continued to clash and sparks continued to fill the air. Both combatants were highly skilled. The abilities of both had been honed to perfection in the various battles of the Mandalorian Wars. At one time, in another lifetime they had been the closest of friends. Nothing could have separated them.

Now only one would leave the StarForge alive.

Both combatants gathered their remaining strength and simultaneously unleashed massive blasts of force energy at the other, both combatants were sent flying backwards towards the opposite ends of the room, each of them only mildly inconvenienced by the blast as they both landed on their feet, each taking a moment to gather their strength.

"I wish it didn't have to end like this."

And although only one of them voices that thought, they both feel the pang of regret that comes with it. They both know that the next attack will either save the galaxy or doom it. They are both at the end of their limits, they both know that whoever strikes first will triumph.

Both combatants charge at one another, both of them prepared to deliver the killing strike. As the two warriors collide with one another, a single thought crosses both of their minds.

It shouldn't be like this.

The two figures cross blades one final time.

The final blow has been dealt.

The masked figure hits the ground with a thud, the figure's Lightsaber falls to the ground and deactivates the moment it leaves it's owner's hand. The taller of the two figures approaches the fallen figure and falls to his knees.

"It shouldn't have ended like this. I came here to save you! I came here to bring you back!" Malak, the former Dark Lord of the Sith, betrayed by his Master and redeemed by the Jedi felt tears run down his face as he looked down at his fallen former friend. Aldron Vas, better known to the galaxy as "Darth Revan," sadly looked up at his former apprentice as Malak removed his former master's battle-damaged mask. Malak gently cradled Aldron's head in his lap as he felt his friend's life force quickly fading.

"You ever wonder if it had ended differently?" Aldron weakly asked as his eyes began to close. "I wonder what had happened...if you had betrayed me...if I had been in your position, if I had been captured by the Jedi? Could I have come back? Could I have returned to the light?"

Malak simply bowed his head. He had no answer for him as his friend finally passed away. He looked down at his comnlink as it began to urgently beep.

"This is Canderous, We need to get going, Bastila's battle meditation had turned the tide and the Republic forces are beginning to target the StarForge's orbital stabilizers. If we don't leave in the next five minutes, we're not getting out of here alive!"

Malak looked at his friend's body and let out a sigh, The guilt would stay with him for the rest of his life but he had done what needed to be done.

The Galaxy was safe.

And with those final thoughts, he turned and ran towards the Ebon Hawk.