Author's Note: Well guys, here it is. The final chapter. In the final part of the last scene, feel free to play Bastila's Theme from the KOTOR soundtrack


ONE WEEK LATER

It was late at night on Coruscant when the crew of the Ebon Hawk gathered at the Jedi Temple for Revan's funeral. After being retrieved from Korriban the crew of the Ebon Hawk had been shipped back the previous day to the planet for medical treatment, and their leader's body was brought to the Temple to be put to rest.

A crowd of assembled Jedi and Republic soldiers was standing in the courtyard at the center of the Temple, with Revan's crew standing at the front. They were dressed in all black, with the droids of the crew right beside them.

Meetra Surik and Bastila Shan shared a sorrowful look and the latter nodded. Meetra walked out in front of the mourners and began to speak. The Jedi's voice was trembling but remained clear, echoing around the courtyard.

"Revan was something different to each of us. To the men and women fighting for the Republic Army he was a powerful leader. A symbol to rally behind in a time of crisis. To the Jedi Order, Revan was the ideal hero and the embodiment of what we aspire to as guardians of peace and justice."

She paused, taking a deep breath.

"To me, and to anyone who was fortunate enough to know him, Revan was the truest friend one could hope for. I, and the rest of the Ebon Hawk crew are honored to have fought alongside him. We are honored to call him our commander, master…" Meetra's eyes briefly drifted to Bastila.

"…and husband."

Meetra and the others could hear faint sobs among the crowd. She continued, "But as we mourn a lost friend, we must also rejoice what he has left behind. Revan's legacy is one to be proud of. He has at last become one with the Force, and in time we will all join him."

Bastila picked up a torch from a nearby brazier and walked behind Meetra, to where a pyre had been constructed. Her husband's body was dressed in the robes of a Jedi Master. Holding back tears Bastila stroked Revan's cheek, waiting just a moment longer to light the pyre.

Closing her eyes she whispered into the Force.

Rest easy, my love. We will be together again. One day.

She then rested the torch against the base of the oil-soaked wood. Revan's funeral pyre lit quickly and Bastila stepped back to join the others again. The Republic soldiers gave an emphatic salute while the Jedi bowed their heads solemnly. Meetra turned to the crowd and proclaimed, "May Revan's memory never fade. And may the Force be with us all."

The crowd repeated her words. "May the Force be with us."


A light breeze blew through Bastila's hair as she sat alone at the base of the Force-sensitive tree in the courtyard. It was several minutes until dawn, and she remained even after the other mourners had gone. Bastila and Revan had sat under the tree together during the sunrise many times, and she wanted to so just one more time.

Bastila sensed that she had a visitor and looked up. Meetra was standing over her. "Do you mind if I join you?" she said gently.

"Of course not." Bastila patted the ground next to her and Meetra sat down. "I was thinking about something Revan told me a long time ago."

"What was it?" Meetra asked. Bastila rested her head against the trunk of the ancient tree and her memory took her back to a moment after their victory against Darth Malak and the celebration afterwards. She and Revan had stolen away to the tree and Revan told her a secret.

"Revan said that you can press your hand to the tree and, if you listen closely, you can hear the voices of past Jedi speaking to you."

"Did you ever try?" Meetra sounded intrigued. Bastila shook her head. "I thought he was joking. But I'd always wanted to try…" The tired Jedi Master looked up at the tree, almost laughing at herself. She must have sounded ridiculous.

The Exile gave her a playful nudge. "Go ahead."

Bastila rolled her eyes and put the palm of her hand against the faded grey bark of the tree. All she felt was the bark's mottled, bumpy texture under her hand. "Like I told you, Revan was pulling my leg." Meetra shook her head in disappointment.

"You were barely even trying," she scolded. "I have go, I need to make sure the younglings don't miss their training today. But I won't leave you giving up that." She pointed at the tree and said forcefully, "Try again." Meetra then left with a half encouraging, half patronizing smile.

Bastila stifled a laugh at her friend's tone, sounding as if Bastila was a youngling herself in need of a lecture. Something she had always noticed about the woman was how Revan's leadership had rubbed off on her even before she and Bastila met. Even now she was trying to cheer Bastila up, as she had done for the others so many times before.

Bastila knew that Meetra wasn't going to let her 'give up', so she calmed herself and put her hand against the trunk again. She slowed her breathing, closing her eyes and letting her focus remain solely on the Force-imbued tree. "I don't know if I'm just talking to a tree right now," Bastila murmured.

"But if there's anyone who can hear me… If you're listening, Revan, I want you to know that I'm never giving up. I'll always remember you. And I'll always love you. We all will."

Almost a minute passed as Bastila sat alone in the courtyard, the only sound being the wind blowing through the branches above her.

Or at least Bastila thought it was the wind. Her skin tingled and a strange sensation ran across her hand and she felt as if someone's hand was resting on her cheek. The startled Jedi reached up to feel the side of her face. There was nothing there.

But she felt it nonetheless. A light touch then rested on her heart and Bastila felt a familiar presence. There was something new in the wind now, something warm and comforting. Even the rustling of the leaves seemed to carry a familiar voice. Although her eyes were closed she could glimpse something in front of her. The same smile, the same look of affection.

But as she began to open her eyes Bastila felt something else. There was another presence with her. Bastila's hand pulled off the tree and grew to rest on her belly and her eyes filled with tears of joy. "I understand," she whispered.

Bastila opened her eyes. She stood up and looked up to the sky with a tearful grin before turning to leave. She would have to think of a good name, Bastila thought. The others would surely have suggestions. Whatever she decided, Bastila knew in her heart that Revan would be there with her.

It was morning now, the courtyard beginning to glow with beautiful sunlight. And somewhere in the depths of the Force the spirit of a Jedi watched proudly before fading.

Finally at peace.

THE END


Author's Note: Thanks for sticking with me through this story. The official ending we got wasn't what we wanted, but I hope I was able provide you with something better. Leave any thoughts below, let me know what you hope Lucasfilm and co. will do for any KOTOR or TOR properties in the future and check out my currently running stories if you like.

Thank you all, and I'll see you 'round!