KOTOR: The Fate of Revan
Chapter 6: Purging the Sith
Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Star Wars or any of the Knights of the Old Republic games. These games' rights belong to Bioware and LucasArts
War rooms always seemed dull to Revan. Yet in these places, the very fate of whole systems was often decided. The system of interest for this meeting was none other than Korriban, the Sith stronghold. And the leading tacticians were Carth Onasi, who was overseeing the mission, Bastila Shan, Revan, and even Carth's rival, the newly demoted Commander Thoon. All of them were gathered around a hologram projector, with Carth pointing to the schematics on display.
"This mission has basically two parts, but both will occur at nearly the same time" Carth stated. "As we approach the planet, our fleet will engage the Sith blockade in space combat. While the Sith are distracted by our capital ships and destroyers, a small group of Jedi will pilot nimble fighters that can't be detected by their war vessels. They'll land on the planet and seize control of the Academy, where the Dark Jedi and Sith Lords are most heavily concentrated."
The admiral turned to his friends. "Revan, Bastila…you two will command the Jedi battalion. Commander Thoon, I need you to command your portion of the fleet and blockade the planet's upper hemisphere."
Thoon saluted. "I'd be glad to, Admiral Onasi."
"You can count on us, Carth," Bastila replied as the former Dark Lord nodded in agreement.
The pair of Jedi began walking away. Once they were out of earshot, Bastila turned to Revan.
"So what's the plan?" she asked.
He smirked. "I was thinking that after the invasion we could have a romantic dinner under the moonlight back at our apartment."
She smiled, holding his broad chest. "Well that sounds wonderful, but I was referring to the attack plan."
"The most important structure is the academy," Revan remarked. "We'll land our fighters in the Valley of the Dark Lords, blasting any resistance out of the way. From there we'll assault the Academy, and once the Sith there are defeated, I'll have the Jedi guard the main entrances. With the Academy taken care of, you and I will charge toward the spaceport to clear it of any remaining Sith."
"You don't want me to use my battle meditation?" the female Jedi inquired.
"I don't think it's necessary honestly," Revan answered. "The whole point of that ability is to make your allies braver and your enemies more afraid, but the Sith are probably already unorganized and fearful."
"Should we gain permission from the Council first?" Bastila asked.
He shrugged. "Why bother?"
"Well they said we were taking orders from them now," the woman explained.
"Yet they never said we couldn't take orders from others as well," Revan asserted. "Besides, the Jedi are meant to guard and protect the Republic. This is just an extension of that duty."
Satisfied with the answer, Bastila silently followed her love down the corridor.
The Ebon Hawk felt emptier than usual, probably since only Revan and Bastila were on board. The girl was sitting in her traditional spot in the copilot's seat.
She narrowed her gaze for a moment. "Since when did you know how to pilot our ship?"
"I always have," he simply replied. "I just never really felt the need to."
As the engines hummed to life, Bastila felt the ship ascend sharply in the air, nearly hitting the ceiling. Surprised, Revan immediately stopped it in place.
"Sorry…guess it's tougher than it looks," the Jedi apologized.
Ignoring the glare from his girlfriend, Revan speeded into space, with five fighters following him. He glanced towards his right, noticing the Sith and Republic vessels battling amongst themselves. He noticed Sith fighters circling his vessel, yet each one was blown to dust by HK 47's shots from the ship's turret. As the vessel raced towards the planet's surface, the air resistance heated the Ebon Hawk with a flaming glow. Suddenly, Bastila noticed a red dash skim past the windshield.
"What was that?" she asked.
"Probably just the heat," Revan remarked.
Suddenly, the Prodigal Knight sensed a disturbance in the force, and noticed another red streak nearly hit the window, only to destroy the fighter beside him in a fiery explosion. Widening his eyes, Revan already knew what was behind the clouds ahead.
"They have antiaircraft turrets!" he exclaimed.
"What?" the woman yelled. "I thought we had the element of surprise!"
"Well I did too!" Revan answered.
"So even though you're supposed to be the most brilliant tactician of our era, you didn't even consider they would have antiaircraft turrets?" she reprimanded out of fear.
"I'm just a little rusty!" he argued. "Plus there weren't any that I noticed when we were here, so I just figured they didn't have them!"
The clouds finally faded away, revealing row after row of Sith turrets aimed right for Revan's ship.
"Dodge them!" she begged.
"Thanks for the tip!" he sarcastically responded.
The Ebon Hawk tipped back and forth, narrowly evading the volleys of blaster fire from below. The turrets began to cease fire as the Ebon Hawk flew out of range, yet the last few lasers scorched the shields on the back.
"Good thing that's over," Revan muttered.
"Yes, but in the process we lost all of our fellow Jedi and their fighters," the woman pointed out.
The male Jedi realized he had spoken to soon when he saw what lied up ahead in the canyon. Stationary turrets were aimed directly at the Ebon Hawk, waiting for Revan. The defenses seemed to have shielding on them, which meant HK wouldn't do any good with the Ebon Hawk's turret.
"T3-M4, take control and take evasive maneuvers when we're close!" Revan ordered. "Bastila, follow me!"
Racing down the ship's interior, Revan led Bastila to the boarding ramp. As it slowly opened, Revan held out his arm.
"Grab on to me!" he demanded.
The girl complied, wrapping herself around his waist. As the ramp fully opened, Revan grabbed one of its support beams, ignoring the harsh wind brushing against him. The Jedi noticed that they were getting extremely close to the turrets. The strategist patiently waited to be close enough. Finally, he extended his free arm, a spark of energy forming in his palm.
"Bastila, we need to use the Destroy Droid technique," he explained. "The turrets will be shut down instantly."
"Sounds like a plan," she said.
Revan's brown eyes shot open as the turret in the front grew closer. He extended his palm, surging the structure with a current of purple lightning. Bastila did the same for another turret, yet the Sith began taking the offensive as well. The turrets slowly turned toward the Ebon Hawk, not expecting an attack from the rear. Just as the vessel sped toward the other side of the valley, the final turret locked on, firing a barrage of missiles at the ship. The pair of force users felt T3 lurch the vehicle into the air, spinning and twirling in an attempt to avoid the missiles. Suddenly, Revan felt his grip slipping, urging him to hold on tighter as he clenched his teeth in pain.
In an attempt to take out the missiles, T3 began skimming the canyon wall. As he did, a sharp rock cut off the floor of the boarding ramp. Bastila and Revan were hanging by the single pole that remained. As Bastila began to shriek in fear, Revan noticed that they were still close to the floor of the canyon. He also felt his grip slipping.
"Do you trust me, Bastila?" Revan yelled over the whip of the air resistance.
"Of course!" she said. "But what does that-"
Before she could finish that statement, Revan let go of the pole, falling freely toward the hard ground a few feet below. Revan planted his feet into the ground, his boots digging into the dirt as he held Bastila in his arms. The girl stopped screaming, and looked up at Revan from her bridal position. The strategist glanced at the canyon below, realizing that he was far out of the turrets' range. He glanced to his left, seeing that the Academy was just up ahead.
"Don't stop screaming yet," he told Bastila with a smirk.
Confused by what he meant, Bastila's eyes widened with fear as Revan sprinted toward the edge of the cliff. Fearless, Revan dived off, somehow slowly descending toward the ground. Bastila realized he was using a variant of Force Push. As he softly landed in front of the Academy's entrance, Revan noticed a group of Dark Jedi waiting for him.
"Revan, you were foolish to turn back to the Light Side, and even more foolish to choose this place as your grave," one of the Sith mocked.
The Jedi summoned his purple lightsaber as Bastila withdrew her dual yellow blades. Before the Dark Side pawns could make a move, Revan casually raised his hand, creating a shockwave that sent the Dark Jedi hurtling against the wall. With a twirl of her hands, Bastila's lightsaber spun through the air, slashing through each corrupt force user's chest. As the pair moved past the corpses, Revan pushed against the door, only to realize it was locked.
Smiling, Revan raised his hand, using the force to send the door hurtling out of the way. He strolled inside with Bastila, recognizing a few familiar faces from his trip to Korriban from over a week ago.
The Jedi smiled. "I'm back."
Carth nervously watched the space battle ensue from his flagship. The remnants of the Sith's fleet were more numerous than the Republic had previously assumed. In fact, Carth's own armada was outnumbered nearly 2:1.
"Admiral Onasi, the Federalist is down!" one of the captains shouted.
"Green squadron has just been wiped out, Admiral Onasi!" another crewman exclaimed.
The war hero bit his lip. Without Bastila's battle meditation, his fleet was surely doomed to lose. Carth turned to the major standing at his side.
"Major Rous, patch me through to Admiral Dodonna's flagship immediately!" he demanded.
"Certainly sir," the man responded.
Carth turned to the projector in front of him, relieved to see Admiral Doddona's hologram flicker to life.
"This is Admiral Dodonna," she said. "What's wrong Carth?"
"The Sith have us completely outnumbered," the man answered. "If we don't get reinforcements immediately, we'll be forced to retreat."
"I'll move my fleet as quickly as possible, Carth," the woman promised.
"Thank you, Admiral Dodonna," the hero said.
As the woman's image flickered away, Carth felt the entire ship shake. The pilot couldn't help but be confused. His flagship was at literally the center of his fleet, and an entire ring of defense frigates and capital ships surrounding his cruiser still hadn't been touched. In other words, it made practically no sense that the Sith could attack his vessel already.
"What was that?" Carth yelled.
"Commander Thoon's flagship began bombarding us!" one soldier cried out.
Carth gritted his teeth, turning towards a window to see Thoon's warship Amber Judgment firing barrages of red lasers towards Carth's flagship Column of Telos.
"Why are they firing at us?" Carth muttered.
"Sir, Commander Thoon is requesting a holochat with you," a soldier informed him.
"Patch him through," the hero said.
Thoon's wrinkled face appeared on the screen, a cruel smile spread across his face.
"Should I consider this an act of betrayal, Admiral Thoon?" Carth asked.
"Yes, as well as my resignation," the old man replied. "You see, Carth, I'm not very enthralled with my current situation in the Republic navy, or with the Republic itself for that matter. This battle seemed like the perfect opportunity to tighten the noose that's been hanging around your neck."
"You traitor!" Carth screamed. "The Republic has treated you like gold, yet you decide to become a turncoat?"
"If they were treating me like gold, then I would have been given the admiral position instead of YOU!" Thoon barked. "Besides, even with the Star Forge gone, the Sith are still strong! They actually stand of chance of maintain an effective government unlike our lethargic Senate and divided military. Despite our alleged prowess, we only had six warships at the Battle of the Star Forge. The Republic is decaying, Carth."
"All that's decaying is you and your honor," Carth lectured. "Your envy is eating away at you. You're going to lose everything!"
"And in its place, I will gain more than I ever had," Thoon stated simply.
The betrayer's image vanished, leaving Carth to clench his fists in grief. The admiral glanced up to see the other ships under Thoon's command begin their own bombardment of Carth's ship.
"Transfer all power to the shields!" the leader exclaimed.
Even if he was going down, the war hero refused to go down without a fight.
Swirls of yellow and purple followed the pair of lovers as they slowly fought their way to the core of the Sith Academy. As he cut down one Dark Jedi after another, Revan couldn't help but be surprised at how many force adepts were in the Academy. He didn't remember there being nearly as many when he was there. What seemed to be the final wave of Sith dashed towards the pair. Ducking to dodge the first one's strike, Revan flipped into the air, kicking the man across the face as he did. Bastila took on her own opponent, locking blades with the female Sith. Bastila slowly slid her lightsaber past the red blade, cutting off the Sith's hands and quickly stabbing her in the chest afterwards.
Revan and Bastila examined the dozens of corpses surrounding them, both of them panting.
"Wow, I rest for a week and suddenly I feel like I've never done cardio in m life," Revan remarked.
Bastila nodded in agreement. "Yes, we probably should have been training to keep our conditioning."
Suddenly, Revan sensed a dark presence nearby. "Do you feel that?"
"More students?" Bastila asked.
In shock almost, Revan recognized the euphoria. "No, it's someone much worse."
The Prodigal Knight raced towards the Academy's center chamber, hoping that he was just imagining things. That hope diminished when he saw the figure waiting for him. The man was covered in scars across his entire body. His face and torso were exposed, revealing cracked fragments of skin. The pupils of his eyes were as dark as his black leggings.
Revan glared at him. "Darth Sion."
The man didn't even smirk. "So you remember me after all. I wasn't sure if you would, considering we met on such few occasions."
"Kreia kept herself and her apprentices busy," the Jedi responded simply. "Besides, I had my own duties to attend to as Dark Lord of the Sith."
"You lack the honor to even speak of that title," Sion chastised. "The assassination attempt was natural, Revan. I have no problem with that. Malak was merely following the Way of the Sith in trying to kill you. But what I despise is that even after learning of your true identity, you still chose to follow the Light Side."
"Perhaps if you walked that path your body wouldn't look so hideous," Revan remarked. "I've seen skeletons of ancient Sith Lords with less cracks than you."
"Do not be mislead by my appearance!" Sion commanded. "I have learned to embrace pain. And by no longer feeling pain…"
The Sith withdrew a red lightsaber. Bastila stepped forward, but Revan extended his arm to hold her back.
"I have become invincible!" he said with a stronger Scottish accent than usual.
"Bastila, stay back!" Revan ordered.
Confused why he would say that at first, Bastila began to understand. Sion immediately charged at Revan, twirling his blade while discharging electricity from his free hand. Revan ignited his saber, reflecting the electricity back at the living corpse. The deflection didn't even make the Sith twitch. Instead, he clashed his blade against Revan's, pushing with all his strength. He threw a kick toward the former Dark Lord of the Sith, only to have Revan catch it with his free hand. Revan sent a huge surge of electricity into Sion, literally making his body flash blue and white. Closing his eyes, Sion fell to the ground.
Revan eyed his body cautiously, and after a moment of immobility, Sion leapt to his feet with his lightsaber lit once more. Revan parried his next onslaught, keeping the Sith Lord at bay. Seeing an opening, Revan stabbed his lightsaber through Sion's chest. The Sith gritted his teeth, yet slowly reached for Revan's blade. Realizing he still wasn't dead, Revan began digging his blade towards Sion's neck, intending to decapitate him. Before the blade moved past the chest, Sion grabbed it, snapping the hilt in half. Revan flipped backwards, surprised at the man's raw strength.
The shirtless figure dashed towards him, leading the Jedi to arm himself with a blue lightsaber. Swirls of crimson and sapphire filled the room as the two blades clashed again and again. Bastila was beginning to realize why Revan held her back. Even she was not confident if she could defeat this Sith. As Sion swung for Revan's head, the Jedi Knight dropped to the floor, kicking Sion's shins from the back and thus knocking him down. Realizing he had to take more drastic measures, Revan lifted Sion into the air with the force. He repeatedly smashed the Sith against the walls of the chamber, flinging him around the room as if he were a toy held by a single string. Making a fist with his motioning hand, the Jedi brought the Sith down to the ground hard, creating an indent around Sion in the floor.
Determined as ever, Sion jumped back up, charging towards Revan with his crimson blade held out straight. Revan locked blades with the Sith, pushing against him with all his strength. Sion struggled to hold his own against the Jedi. The Sith took a cheap-shot by punching his opponent in the groin. Surprised at first, Revan slowly stepped back as he tried to ignore the pain. The red blade came for Revan's head, and in a blur of blue energy Revan blocked it with his own weapon. He swung the blue blade forward, pushing Sion back as his feet grinded against the rocky floor. Refusing the believe that the Sith was truly invincible, Revan disarmed himself, and aimed both hands at Sion.
In the Jedi's right hand, a swirl of blue electricity began to form, while in his left hand, a purple aura began to glow. Revan fired both Force Storm and Death Field, sucking away Sion's energy while exhausting his will. The Sith Lord closed his eyes in pain. He slowly stepped forward, trying to fight the pain. Revan realized he was resisting, which led him to increase the magnitude of his attacks even more. The entire room was filled with purple and blue flashes from the attack. Bastila looked in amazement as Revan kept his calm despite using traditional Dark Side attacks. Sion continued to march towards Revan, now merely a few feet away. Finally, The Sith collapsed on the ground. Revan ceased the torrent of energy, and sat with a thud.
The Jedi's heart was pounding with weariness as he felt the Force flow through his veins. Stunned, Revan saw Sion crawl to his feet. The Sith looked at him, pure rage burning in his dark eyes. Sion ignited his weapon, sprinting towards Revan. Reluctantly, Revan stood and took out his blue lightsaber, locking blades with Sion once more. As their blades deadlocked, Revan punched Sion across the face with his free hand. Realizing he had the distraction he needed, the Jedi swung for the Sith Lord's head. Sion tried to duck in time, but his reaction was too delayed. The Blade cut across Sion's eye, burning it with pain.
"GAHHH!" the Sith screamed.
He fell to the ground, clutching his face in horror. Regretting he had mutilated him, Revan looked on with pity at the Sith. Realizing the battle still hadn't ended, Revan felt the force flow through him as he lifted Sion into the air. He smashed the Sith against a statue in the corner, and stacked the monument on top of the Sith. Sion began pushing against it, slowly lifting it into the air with the force. Revan continued to stack statue after statue on top of the Sith. Sion growled in anger, trying to push his way out. The statues slowly began to rise a few inches off the ground. Unfortunately for the Sith, Sion felt the last of his reserves extinguish.
With a cry of pain, the statues fell down on Sion, effectively burying him. Revan reached out with the force to sense the Sith's condition, and detected that he had been knocked out cold.
"Man, he got a lot stronger," Revan remarked.
Bastila rushed over to her love, holding him. "Revan, are you hurt?"
He smiled. "I'm fine, trust me."
She sighed in relief. "Good, I was worried for a moment. It looked like you were struggling."
"He was definitely tough," Revan admitted. "Come on though. We have to clear out the spaceport."
As they began walking, the woman turned to him. "Do you think T3 made it to safety with our ship?"
"He'll be fine," Revan said.
"He?" Bastila inquired.
The man stopped to look at her. "Well yeah. T3's a male droid."
"But droids don't even have genders," Bastila said.
"Sure they do!" Revan argued. "HK-47 was designed to be a really arrogant guy."
"T3 doesn't even speak in a human tone though!" the girl pointed out.
"Look, we can argue about this back on the ship," Revan said. "But right now, I want to get rid of the Sith permanently."
Relinquishing her arguments, the woman silently took step beside him.
Carth nervously watched the Sith fleets blow his nearby frigates to dust. His numbers were dwindling quickly, and the odds had shifted to an uncomfortable ratio of 5:1. A Sith fighter skimmed over the windshield, and Carth felt the ceiling vibrate.
"Sir, their fighters are targeting the bridge!" someone called out.
"Keep the shields up!" Carth said. "Revert all emergency power to them."
The lights dimmed in the room, creating minimal luminescence in exchange for improving the shields. Suddenly, Carth saw dozens of Republic ships slip out of hyperspace. Admiral Dodonna's flagship stood at the center.
The hero smiled. "Things are starting to look up."
Just as the words left his mouth, a quick white flash overtook the windshield.
"Our shields are down!" one of the crew members cried out.
Carth watched in horror as his fellow Republic officers jumped out of their seats and ran out of the control room in fear.
"Stop panicking!" Carth yelled.
The officers froze in place, gazing at him with fear.
"Everyone take your positions!" he commanded. "We're bringing the ship down to the surface."
Hesitating at first, the crew members resumed their seats. The pilots steered the warship towards Korriban itself, gunning the engines. The Sith fighters were knocked to the side as the Column of Telos sped towards Korriban's surface. Carth still felt the vibrations from the Sith's bombardment as the lasers pounded against the vessel's hull.
"Sir, our engines are about to explode!" one of the crew members cried out.
"Reduce the propulsion in the engines!" Carth replied. "Besides, gravity should take care of the rest."
The warship glowed with a fiery orange aura and began to slowly glide towards the ground.
"Too bad we don't have any landing gear," Carth muttered.
Revan and Bastila deflected countless laser blasts from the approaching Sith soldiers. Each shot of blaster fire exploded against the men's steel plating, taking them down one at a time. Finally, the two Jedi turned to the single soldier remaining. The man was an elite warrior encased in red armor. He withdrew an Echani dual sword, and began twirling the blade around his body in a series of complicated spins and twists. Finally, he aimed the weapon at Revan, intent on engaging in a long struggle.
With a snap of his fingers, Revan threw the soldier into the air, sending him hundreds of feet into a canyon below.
"Well, looks like this all worked out," the Jedi commented.
Bastila looked out towards the canyon. "And just before sundown too."
She felt a pair of strong arms wrap themselves around her.
"For a Sith planet, it really is beautiful," Revan stated.
"Looks can deceive more than words or anything else," Bastila countered.
Revan lied on a patch of grass with the girl, still holding her.
"I've always loved sunsets," Bastila said. "My father would always sit outside with me. We'd talk, we'd laugh, and then we'd watch the amber circle slowly descend past the horizon."
Suddenly, the woman lowered her eyes. "But now…"
"I'm still sorry about your dad's death, Bastila," her love said.
"I know I'm not supposed to care…and I know I should have the serenity to be at peace with it…" she admitted. "But I just CAN'T. Every time I think of him, all I can remember is the sight of his corpse in the cave on Tatooine."
Revan noticed the tears forming in her eyes. He softly traced her face with his hand. "Emotions are natural, Bastila. If we were actually strict to the Jedi Code, we wouldn't have the compassion or guilt to motivate us to do the right thing."
She smiled at him. "Sometimes Revan, I wonder why you're not on the Council."
"Well for one thing, I never was the most obedient Jedi," Revan said. "Plus, I heard they had creepy initiation rituals. Something to do with singing a duet with Master Vandar."
Bastila giggled. "Remember when he used to sing Karao-"
"STOP!" Revan demanded. "That's one painful memory I'd rather not recall."
The two laughed and began to lose themselves in each other's eyes. Slowly, they saw everything around them grow darker.
"Looks like it's almost gone," the man remarked.
Bastila gasped at the sight above them. "No, it's not the sun, Revan! It's a shadow!"
Confused, the Prodigal Knight looked up to see a Republic cruiser slowly descending toward them. Leaping to their feet, the Jed began running perpendicular to the ship's path, trying to make it out of harm's way. They rushed back towards the entrance of the Academy, and watched as the ship began to grind against the rocky overhanging. Revan noticed that the engines were burned out as it skidded on the rock. It came to a halt, yet began tipping over the edge. Reaching out with the force, Revan held the end of the vessel.
"Bastila, help me pull it back!" he pleaded.
Using all their strength, the two Jedi slowly pulled the Column of Telos backward, settling neatly in the middle of the rocky terrain.
Revan smirked at the girl. "And you made fun of me for MY piloting?"
Nervous and uncertain, Bastila and Revan stood in the center of the Jedi Council.
"You had no authority to undertake this mission!" Atris scolded.
"Agreed," Vrook said. "We specifically said that you two were working under our orders from now on. You can't go gallivanting on your own missions just because you're feeling whimsical."
"The timing was ideal, Master Vrook," Revan said. "And if we hadn't been there, Carth Onasi and his soldiers would be dead right now."
"I think that their role in the victory cannot be ignored," Vandar stated affirmatively.
"Furthermore, we were acting on behalf of the Republic, which is one of the main duties of the Jedi," Revan argued.
"The same way you were acting on their behalf against the Mandalorians?" Vrook inquired.
Revan sighed. "Look, we weren't disobeying your orders in this situation. You didn't give us any orders concerning the Republic attack. Bastila and I simply felt that Carth needed our help."
"You should have consulted us first!" Atris reprimanded him.
The woman was angering Revan. Calmly, he let the rage evaporate before it could build up.
"To be fair, we were not very clear on what our intentions were last time," Vandar pointed out.
Vrook groaned. "Very well then. Understand us very clearly, you two. If we want you to undertake any missions, we will inform you of them. Please do not venture out on your own without our approval."
"If you do so again, you risk banishment from the Order," Atris remarked.
"Understood," Revan responded.
"We will not fail you again, Masters," Bastila assured them.
"Besides, today is a day of celebration," Vandar pointed out.
Bastila raised an eyebrow. "Of the battle?"
Suddenly, the room went completely dark as the shades lowered and the lights dimmed. Bastila saw all the Jedi around her ignite their lightsaber. The familiar purple blade of Revan's weapon ignited, and he smiled at the girl. Revan stepped away from the middle while Master Vandar approached the woman.
"Bastila…you have made extraordinary progress during your travels," Vandar announced. "You have come to understand what it means to be a true Jedi. And for that, we are proud to welcome you as a Jedi Knight of our Order."
The woman felt like she could faint. The day she had been longing for had finally arrived. She knelt before Vandar, and the man lowered his lightsaber above her shoulder on each side.
"You are a Padawan no more," Vandar stated.
The woman smiled. "Thank you, Master! This feels…incredible!"
"Oh, Revan…this feels incredible," Bastila moaned.
The Jedi smirked as he continued to massage his love's back. "I thought you'd enjoy this. It's been a stressful day."
Bastila smiled. "Well there are OTHER things we could do to alleviate that stress?"
Revan raised an eyebrow. "Really? Like what?"
The girl traced Revan's jaw with her soft finger. "Something VERY intimate."
"Our force bond?" the Prodigal Knight asked.
Bastila narrowed her gaze. "No…I meant something very special…something most Jedi don't do."
"…kiss?" the man guessed.
The woman was growing impatient. Surely Revan, who teased her so frequently during their journey, was kidding.
"No…something that gets you excited…something that has tons of suspense…" she hinted.
The man slyly smiled. "Oh…I get it."
Jumping to his feet, Revan sat at the nearby Pazaak board. Bastila angrily began storming over as he shuffled the deck on the table.
"Honestly, Bastila…I didn't even know you knew how to play!" he exclaimed.
Furious, Bastila swiped the cards off the table. She leaned forward, glaring at him.
"I was talking about SEX!" she yelled.
Scratching his head sheepishly at first, he returned the glare. "Well you could have just said so!"
"I was being flirty!" Bastila exclaimed. "I thought a brilliant strategist like yourself would catch on."
Wincing from the insult, Revan smirked as he lightly levitated Bastila on to the bed with the Force. She smiled as he did, softly resting her head on the pillow. He took off his shirt, revealing his well sculpted six pack and broad pecs.
"Do you know what I've remembered about my basic strategy towards the Mandalorians?" he inquired.
The girl shook her head. "No, what?"
He grinned as he lied next to her. "The basic tactic was to shed off the outer defenses…and then just push through."
The girl giggled. "Does that strategy apply here?"
He softly stroked her hair. "I guess we'll find out."