Chapter 13 already. Nice, isn't it?
And yes, I'm keeping something of Identity's format. I feel like having Malak's perspective made some things fit a little better for me. However, I will be doing it somewhat differently. Zara is the point on which the story turns and she's a little different.
Disclaimer: I didn't get KOTOR for Christmas. I put it on my list, and I sure didn't get it. Not even from Santa.
Malak watched from the bridge, his eyes narrowed at the ship that had just rocketed into hyperspace. Bastila was gone, by now, as were the companions who'd spirited her away. He fought down the urge to kill something.
Revan had always told him to keep his temper. Now that Revan was gone, Malak supposed he could see the truth of that wisdom.
But now… now he wasn't sure just how gone Revan was. That ship had borne a far too familiar presence, but it could have been a coincidence. What possible reason, at any rate, would the Jedi have to save their enemy?
"Lord Malak, the planet is in ruins."
"Search for survivors." His vocabulator produced a menacingly raspy voice. "And bring them to me."
Perhaps his… fit of pique with ineffectiveness of his previous tactics on locating Bastila had been rather detrimental. After all, if there weren't any survivors, he wouldn't know what ship had escaped the planet. And he needed to know the ship so he could properly hunt them down.
He wanted Bastila alive and he wanted the heads of the rest of the crew, whoever they were.