Alright, Chapter 14 is here. I am sorry about the rather short last chapter, I hate to say it, but I get the feeling the rest of these chapters are going to be rather short. In less you want me to babble and say things about how the sky was the prettiest shade of blue you have ever seen, which I doubt. So, yeah. I do not own any of these characters or the game, Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic that this is based on. Read, Review and Enjoy!
I turned over, the pain sweeping over me again. Looking up, I realized I had been out cold for no more than a few minutes. I searched through my seemingly endless pockets. After finding my med packs, I started stabbing the needle into myself, quietly regaining my strength.
"Jolee, you have served your purpose. You are released from duty." Malak pulled his light saber out.
"Yes, my Lord. I will go to my sleeping quarters and-"
"Worthless old man! You clearly do not understand. When I say 'released from duty' I meant released from life." His light saber flicked on. It was a captivating color, the most unique blade I had ever seen. It was a basic blood-red color, with sparks of silver light entwined. Jolee was also amazed by it, because he was standing there helpless staring at it, as if he didn't have his own light saber.
"Beautiful, isn't it? I added my mother's own hair into the red crystal." He looked longingly at it. "The stupid woman didn't want me to follow Revan. She tried to stop me. Clearly idiotic." He looked back at Jolee. "Now let's finish this." Malak stabbed Jolee with the light saber, and he crumpled to the ground.
"My Lord, please, I can help you." Jolee coughed, trying to stay alive.
"Just die, maggot. You are useless." Malak was about to stab Jolee with the light saber again as I jumped up, now fully healed.
Ebon Hawk…
"Carth, I think she's flying." Bastila looked up from her hands.
"Metaphorically speaking?"
"Of chores, now shut-up."
Star Forge...
"Malak, don't you need a license to be that ugly?" I held my light saber in my hand as I stepped towards them. Jolee lay on the floor gasping for breath and I threw him a med pack. "Jolee, are you alright?"
"Revan, you don't need to help me." He stood and walked backwards away from Malak, so he was standing behind me.
"Yes I do. Enough people have died in this battle. I need you to get back to the ship."
"I can't, the door is locked. I have to unlock it from the other room."
"Then stay out of my way, because there is only one more death that needs to happen here." I sidestepped towards Malak and I smiled. "You never answered my question. Don't you need a license?"
He laughed at me. "Revan, that stupid joke is older than the two of us put together. But I think you are the one who should get a license." He turned his light saber off as we stood there, glaring at each other. He finally turned and walked towards the door on the far side of the room.
"Won't you come in, Revan? We can have a nice chat."
I followed him, not sure what he was planning. Inside the room, 10 Jedi Knights were trapped in cages, all of them on the brink of death. "What is this?" My tone was harsher than I had thought I was capable of as I spoke.
"You may recognize these Jedi from the academy. They serve a purpose far greater than any other here. These Jedi keep me from dying."
"There is no antidote to death Malak. If you haven't figured that out yet, you are stupider than I thought."
"There may not be an antidote, but by sucking what life remains out of these humans, I can keep myself alive. They can heal all injuries. Now, do you want to chat all day, or do you want to finish what you came here for," He smiled as he took a breath. "The end of your life."