Hey, as I start on part 13, I realize that the end is near, and that saddens me. And then I start writing and I get over it. I am also sorry, this chapter is really short. I didn't want to jump into the fight with Malak, because that would have had nothing to do with anything else in this chapter, but I added something at the end to make it longer, or so I hope. So, I do not own the characters, or the game Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic that this is based on. Read, Review, and Enjoy!
I stood in front of the door as it slowly opened. When it did, a figure across the room started walking towards me, and I towards it.
"So, the youngster has made it. Did you kill that idiotic twit?"
"Who, Bastila? No, she's not dead, she is going back to the Hawk. You could do the same. Turn away from the dark, Jolee."
"Revan, I can't do that." He smiled. "My master has given me a task, because he does not want to be bothered and he knows that Bastila was weak. My dear old friend Revan," He pulled a light saber out of his belt and turned it on, the gentle hum was soothing and the blood-red blade working against it. "I have been asked to kill you." He lunged forward, but I was quick and turned on my own light saber before he could catch me undefended. The cyan blade clashed against his, our battle fierce and quick-paced.
Many times, we managed to give quick jabs to each other, but nothing too threatening to life. The difference between our motives was clear as the fight dragged on. He was aiming to kill, I was aiming to disarm. That may have been a mistake on my part.
Jolee finally managed to disarm me, my light saber flickering off as it flew across the room and hit the wall. I looked at him and he kicked my leg, forcing me to fall to the ground.
"Jolee, it is against your training to harm a defenseless opponent. Think this through." My pleads were useless.
"That Jedi training means nothing to me now. Say good-bye Revan." He held his light saber in the air, and it slowly started to come down on me.
"Jolee, thank you. I think that will be enough. You will not kill her." The raspy voice from somewhere behind me stopped Jolee's blade from slicing my head. Instead, Jolee kicked me hard, throwing me across the room. I crashed into the wall, undoubtedly leaving a dent. I could feel blood sweeping over my head, and looking across the room, I saw Malak and Jolee 'chatting'. Slowly, I slipped out of consciousness.
Back on the Ebon Hawk…
"I'm home! And, uh, Canderous and Juhani are here too!" Bastila called throughout the familiar ship as she and the other two walked on board. "Who missed me?"
"Bastila!" Mission and Zaalbar rushed over to them, not noticing the absence of Oak yet. "What's happening? Are you okay? We missed you!" Canderous and Juhani slowly walked away as Mission battered Bastila with questions.
"Now is not a good time. Where is Carth?" Bastila pushed past her, and swept into the cockpit. He jumped up, clearly shocked.
"Bastila, what are you doing here?" His voice was more of a growl as he fingered the blaster hooked to his belt.
"Relax, I'm here for the good of the group. And Oak asked me to give you a message. Would you like it, or are you still being a jerk?"
"What?" He was taken aback by Bastila's sudden words.
"Oak told me about you 'fight' and honestly Carth, you do know she is risking her life now, right? And for some reason, a certain pilot who will remain nameless did not say good-bye or good luck before a certain Jedi who will also remain nameless left. I think that nameless pilot was a bit of a jerk, don't you?"
"Oh, that." Carth's hand left the blaster and dropped to his side. "What's the message?"
Bastila smiled. "Speaking of the message, I think I missed something rather important. She says she loves you and when I asked if this would come as a shock, she said 'no'. My question to you is, what happened while I was gone?"
"Bastila, it's a long story."
"We have time. With Oak off fighting for her life and all, I think-" Bastila was cut off by a stabbing pain in the back of her head. "Oh my gosh." She slipped to the ground, her head pounding. "I don't want you to get upset Carth, but I think Oak is hurt." She gasped as she spoke, the words hard to say.
"What? We have to go help her!" Carth lunged at the door, but was stopped.
"Carth, you can't. She is only unconscious. You have to trust that she will be able to pull through. This is her battle, not ours. I wouldn't have let her go alone if she could have help." Bastila struggled to stand as the pain started to slowly creep away. "She's regaining consciousness. Now Carth, we both know that she is going to throw herself into this fight again."
"We have to stop her."
"We can't, this is where she either flies or falls." Bastila sat in the co-pilots seat and gestures to the pilots chair for Carth. "The only thing left that we can do is wait."