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A/N: To comply with FFN's rules for the M rating, a sex scene is cut short. The full version is available on AO3.


Chapter 16: Judgement

On the way back to the Ebon Hawk, a green Twi'lek, who introduced himself as Senni Vek interrupted Revan, "I believe you dropped this datapad and I wish to return it to you."

He was skeptical. "I didn't drop anything."

The Twi'lek was persistent. "I'm certain you did, human. Please, take the datapad. It's yours."

Not wanting to get into an argument, he thanked Senni Vek and grabbed the datapad with the Force, not wanting to touch it, just in case. He saw a picture of a Rodian and a message on it: "The Genoharadan say to see Hulas on Manaan. Come alone or not at all." Finding nothing else, he quickly crushed the datapad with the Force and threw it into the nearest trash can.

Who in their right mind delivers one-off messages on datapads instead of flimsiplasts or something similar? Bastila wondered in his mind.

Those who want to track you, probably, he replied. I wouldn't put it past the Genoharadan, which is why I immediately destroyed it.

Who are they?

Some secret organization that carries out assassinations that I heard vague rumours about. They seem to have been around for a long time. I also heard they like to keep things the way they are right now—or rather, restore them to what they were, before the Mandalorian wars, Revan explained.

Then it seems like they are our enemy, his apprentice noted.

Indeed. This might be their way of recruitment. It would work to our advantage to take out the organization, he suggested. I think our next stop would be Manaan then, although I don't really want the Star Map there. Who knows what I have to do to get to the Star Map this time, now that the Selkath are so sensitive over kolto exports? The Star Map is inside the Hrakert Rift, where the kolto comes from. Still, it's a nice world for your mother to stay at, probably the only one in the galaxy that would be untouched by the war, and it's basically on the way to Kashyyyk minus a small detour.

Good idea, Master, she replied.

Once they reached the docking area, the Sith couple sent the captured Ebon Hawk crew back to their ship to recover from the ordeal. Meanwhile, they spent some time working out travel arrangements for the victims, giving them various ships from the slavers. They reserved a Dynamic-class freighter, the Lucid Lynx, for their own use.

On that ship, they extracted its transponder code and reprogrammed it to identify as the Ebon Hawk, while doing the reverse on their ship. They also deliberately sabotaged Lucid Lynx, ensuring Czerka would scrap it. With T3-M4 in tow, the couple sliced into Czerka's system from the hangar and swapped the locations for the Lucid Lynx and the Ebon Hawk, while mind tricking the sentient workers in the hangars to confuse the ships. By the time they flew out on their ship the next day, Czerka would be convinced that the Lucid Lynx had left Tatooine, while the Ebon Hawk was abandoned with its crew meeting an unfortunate end on the Dune Seas. They would scrap the fake Ebon Hawk, allowing the Sith couple to switch their ship back to its true identity once they confirm this has happened.

With that, the couple headed back to their bedroom.


As soon as the couple entered the master bedroom, Bastila immediately shut the door with the Force. She quickly cast aside the clothes that she wore, and with an illusion, recreated the skimpy outfit she pretended to wear during the slave auction. This time, she didn't bother illusioning her face. It was, in truth, the second phase of their plan to free the slaves, the part that Bastila had looked forward to the whole day.

In fact, she had "forgotten" to remove her slave collar the entire time, casually walking down the streets of Anchorhead with it clearly visible around her neck. The other crew simply assumed she had neglected to remove the "prop" in all the excitement, but Revan knew better. He quickly slipped into the role they had planned before the auction. He walked around her, inspecting her closely. "Let's see how much you are really worth," he stated.

The willing slave girl fell to her knees. "You won't regret buying me, Master," she declared. "I am worth every credit you paid, I swear."

"I sure hope so," Revan replied. "At 50 000, you were the most expensive slave sold at the auction before its… unnatural end."

"I will take care of all your needs, Master," she promised. "If you need me in bed, I will be available in every way imaginable. If you need a servant, I will do anything for you. If you need companionship and love, I will love you with all my heart, Master."

"For you sake, I hope you meet the lofty standards you set for yourself. If you lie to me…" he trailed off, the threat obvious.

"Then I would deserve any punishment you choose, Master. My life is in your hands," she declared. "Let me prove myself to you. What would you like me to do, Master?"

He made a show of thinking. "I like my slaves tied up," he decided at last, summoning some thick rope into his hands with the Force as he spoke. "Stand up!" he ordered, and she obeyed it without hesitation.

"Good girl," he praised her, causing her to swoon in happiness. He folded the rope in half and tied a few knots on it for a full harness around her torso. He placed the loop between the first two knots around her neck and let the two ends of the rope drape down in front of her. He wrapped them around her crotch, before running them together up her back and threading them through the loop formed by the very first knot.

He then separated the two strands, pulling each end to the front, running them under her arms and above her breasts. He threaded them through the gaps between second and third knots, pulling the ropes between the knots open to form a diamond shape. He wrapped the two ends of the rope around her back, crossing them, before running them in the front again, this time beneath her breasts, threading them through the gaps between the next two knots. This pushed her breasts out a bit while the rope also stimulated her, yet it was nowhere near tight enough to hurt her.

He continued the process, continuing to encircle her entire torso. With the last bit of the rope, he pulled apart the diamond around her crotch, enabling him full access should he wish so, much to her delight, before tying up the loose ends, securing Bastila in the harness. It did little to impede her movement, leaving her hands free, no doubt to bring her Master pleasure. She enjoyed the pressure of the rope around her torso as well as her chest, but the rope felt smooth on her skin, ensuring she wouldn't experience friction burns on her skin. The willing slave girl couldn't help but smile.

"Lie beside me, my slave," he ordered, sitting down on the bed before lying down.

Obediently, Bastila laid down beside him. He threaded a finger through the O-ring on her collar and pulled her in to kiss her, feeling her body with his other hand as he did so. She returned his kisses just as vigorously, and soon they opened their mouths and let their tongues intertwine. She ran her hands around his back as she rubbed her body against his, the illusion of the skimpy outfit doing nothing to separate her from him, leaving only his robes between them. At long last, he pulled back, breaking the kiss.

"You are good at this," he noted. "Still, I feel overdressed for the occasion."

"Let me rectify that for you immediately," she replied. With her nimble hands, she easily pulled apart his clothes. As she removed them, she made sure to let her hands linger around his erogenous zones, ensuring her Master enjoyed the experience as much as possible. He relaxed, content to let her do her work.

When she finished, he pulled her back, continuing to explore her mouth as they rubbed their bodies together, enjoying the skin-to-skin contact. Bastila abandoned the illusion of her skimpy outfits, exposing herself completely. Her Master let his kisses trail down her face and started kissing her neck right next to her slave collar, eliciting pleasurable shivers from her…

A/N: The full version of this scene is available on AO3.


Bastila knew she was in a dream, but she didn't care. Here, she was a slave girl, naked and chained the way she wanted to be, pleasuring her Master and enjoying every moment of it. She wanted the dream to continue. Unfortunately, that was not to be. The scene shifted, and she was now free and dressed in some Jedi robes, much to her displeasure. She also found herself on some strange planet, with blue skies, birds, and a massive space station floating above her. She suspected it was the Star Forge. She wondered why and how she was here out of all places to be. She wanted to go back to her other dream…

She looked around and saw her Master, but he was… also wearing Jedi robes? What was going on? Then, in front of them both was another woman with red hair. However, her face… Why does she look so much like me? Bastila couldn't help but think. It's almost as if she was some twisted doppelgänger of mine! What the hell was going on?

"No, Vima! What are you saying? The Dark Side is evil!" the Jedi version of Revan shouted, jolting Bastila out of her musings. She frowned. Was this some weird snippet from a universe in which he didn't remember? There was no way her Master would act like this…

"I can't believe what the Jedi turned you into, Revan," the redhead stated, shaking her head. On this front, Bastila agreed. "You were the Dark Lord of the Sith. You still can be yourself if you abandon this foolish pretence."

"I am not Revan anymore," he said. "I am Avner now." Now Bastila frowned harder. Who came up with that silly alias? Who was foolish enough to use an anagram to hide his true identity? At least "Erich Bond" had taste. Yet, all rational thought quickly evaporated when she threatened to kill both her and her amnesiac Master.

"With the power of the Star Forge Malak will destroy the Republic and conquer the galaxy. And I will be the apprentice at his side—after I prove my worth by killing you all!" the redhead declared, igniting her red lightsaber. Not-Revan responded with a single blue lightsaber, while Bastila ignited her yellow saberstaff—the one thing that remained constant. Beside them, an old man joined them with a green lightsaber. The three of them fought her alter ego, but nothing they did could defeat her. It upset Bastila greatly—not-Revan and the old man fought with Jedi powers, very ill-suited for offence. No, she wanted to reach out with the Force and strangle this "Vima" character. However, it seemed, the dream didn't allow her the freedom of choice. Instead, she fought with the same Jedi techniques as her companions. Without true powers of offence, they were eventually worn down and the outcome was assured.

The old man fell first, decapitated by the red lightsaber. Then, Bastila lost her hand and lightsaber, falling helpless to the floor. Not-Revan was pushed over by a Force wave, the crimson blade at his throat.

"You are weak, Avner," the redhead spat the name. "You could be awesome and powerful, but you chose weakness. I give you this one last chance to redeem yourself and become the Revan you deserve to be. Take up your lightsaber! Kill her! Rend her flesh! Show her the fate that Jedi weaklings deserve. Embrace the power of the Dark Side!" She pointed her other hand at Bastila, who was horrified by this turn of events. Despite the pain she was in, she still wanted to fight back, but the dream still didn't let her do it.

"No! I will never kill Bastila!" not-Revan declared.

"Then you must die!" she shouted back, stabbing not-Revan in the stomach. "Same goes for you!" she declared as she turned to Bastila, stabbing her in the gut as well.

As her dream self died, she saw her redhead doppelgänger slay millions with her crimson lightsaber, seemingly tainted with the blood of all her victims. She charged into a city, slaughtering men, women, and children without mercy, even chopping babies into pieces. She also tortured some of her victims with Force Lightning before draining their lives. Her pleasure at such acts radiated into the Force, and Bastila could feel it. It made her sick, but she couldn't even vomit in her dream… or was it a vision? It had to be a vision. What was the Force trying to tell her? Why did it show her this? She decided she didn't care. "Let me go!" she screamed into the void. "LET ME GO!"


"LET ME GO!" she shouted into the real world as well. With her body no longer paralyzed due to her awakening, she twisted herself out of the bed. She fell on the floor, instantly waking Revan.

He quickly pulled her back into bed and into his arms. "You were having a nightmare," he whispered soothingly. "You are safe on the Ebon Hawk with me."

She started sobbing. "Oh you are alright, Master! I had some kind of a dream or vision…"

"What was it?" he couldn't help but ask. In response, she reached out with the Force, sharing the whole thing with him.

"The redhead… I couldn't help but feel like she was me in some way. Except for the hair, her face was the same! Do you know who she is?" she inquired.

"No," he replied. "In the Force, she felt like you. I don't know if it was affected by your own perception though. Is that what worries you? Her appearance?"

"No, it's her actions! The way she slaughtered all those people! The bladework, all that, it felt like me in some way, like how I executed all those slavers. The way she wielded Force Lightning reminded me of how I tortured Griff and Xor. She urged your doppelgänger to kill me and rend my flesh! Those were my exact words to Juhani about Xor! And the pleasure she felt… I felt something similar when I did all those things!" she shouted before breaking down in sobs. "What does that make me? I did all those things. Am I evil?"

"Were you worried about this all night?" he wondered. "About whether you were right to turn against the Jedi teachings? I suppose that could explain why you had the vision."

"Yes," she admitted. "I can't help it. It's one thing to slay all the Sand People in combat, but another to execute slavers even if I think they deserved it. That was something drilled into us to not do no matter what. And now, I am not even sure if they deserved it."

"According to the law books in the Republic and the Sith Empire, holding another sentient in bondage against their will is a crime in of itself. So is assaulting another sentient, whipping them, and all that. And then all the depraved sex acts… raping someone who can't consent… that's a capital crime. No, if we had a functioning justice system, they would all be executed."

"What about the due process of the law, jury trials, and all that?"

"In an ideal galaxy, we should have all that. In this lawless corner of this flawed galaxy, we have nothing even resembling a justice system. Instead of blindly holding to ideals, we must instead ask ourselves what all that is meant to achieve, and try to achieve the ultimate goals behind the ideals. In the end, the justice system is meant to punish the guilty while protecting the innocent. Failing to punish the guilty defeats the whole purpose. The due process of the law protects innocents from being falsely accused of a crime, so that they can defend themselves in such cases. We extend this protection to all suspects because as a society, we've decided that it's far worse to punish someone innocent than to let the guilty get away. Yet, you've seen in their minds how the slavers were guilty. They are in no way innocent. Juries are meant to decide issues of fact, since courts can't see into the minds of the criminal to see if they were really guilty—defined in law as having committed the criminal act with the requisite mental state. But Bastila, you can with the Force. What you've done achieves all the goals a properly functioning justice system is meant to achieve, which is the best we can do under such circumstances," he explained. For most people, this would have been too philosophical in the aftermath of a nightmarish vision, but for Bastila at least, it helped bring her higher logic into action, pushing away some of the primal, unreasoned fear she was feeling.

"Look at the result, Bastila," he continued. "You brought justice to those who had been denied it. You know the Jedi teachings are wrong—the Council's inaction and complete aversion to killing led to countless preventable deaths, because they were too afraid to act. They held to their ideals without understanding why, and the sorry state of affairs in the galaxy was the result."

"Your logic is sound, Master," she said finally, after thinking through his words. "What about the Dark Side and the satisfaction I felt? Does that make me the same as my doppelgänger?"

"It's not the same though, is it?" he asked. "The Dark Side is a mere tool. It is up to the wielder what it is used for. You executed slavers and punished criminals, but your alter ego did it to innocents. How could it be the same? Tell me, Bastila, was it satisfaction from sating your blood lust, or was it satisfaction knowing that you did what was necessary, and the galaxy became a better place for it? Was it for your pleasure, to see them die for the hell of it, or was it to satisfy your righteous anger, because their actions disgust all good people?"

"I… I think it was the latter," she said finally, with some doubt. "Still, aren't people supposed to feel remorse and guilt even when fighting evil?"

"Aren't you feeling it right now?" he wondered.

"It's only because of the vision. I didn't feel anything in the moment," she clarified. "I was worried all night about not feeling guilty, actually. Aren't people supposed to feel something when they do such things?"

"Normal people, yes, or so I have heard," he shrugged. "I do not think it applies to those who have been through Jedi training. It basically forces you to dissociate yourself from your feelings, and those scars last for a long time… assuming they ever heal. I wouldn't be too surprised if you don't feel bad because your logic tells you that you did the right thing. It's the same way for me and most of the Jedi during the Mandalorian wars and the reason why they feared us. But I know that you are still against the idea of harming innocents. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been disturbed by the dream."

"But what if it was just wishful thinking?" she asked, frowning. "What if I stopped caring about innocents?"

"Bastila, I can feel your thoughts through our bond. I will stop you before you lose yourself," he promised. "You are a good person. You know what is right or wrong. You might struggle with your emotions after being forced to suppress them for so long, but I will be with you every step on the way."

"What about you, Master?" she asked. "Who would stop you if you were to lose yourself?"

"You would. Just because you chose to submit to me doesn't mean I don't respect your opinions. You are the one I love, the one I would want to spend the rest of my days with. I will always listen to you, even though you entrusted me to make the final decisions for you," he stated honestly. "I can really use the second pair of eyes sometimes… Some of my worst mistakes would have been avoidable with you by my side."

"Such as what?" she wondered. "To be honest, I have only ever heard stories of your brilliance, never failure."

"Are you sure? You have seen it yourself, Bastila," he noted. "Remember the time Malak betrayed me? That was sort of my own fault."

"It was?" She frowned. She had always blamed Malak for that episode.

"There were many things I could have done differently. I knew Malak was a threat… I have ever since he disobeyed me and destroyed Telos IV. And yet, I saw him as an old comrade who brought us victories for years, someone who was useful and difficult to replace. I deluded myself into believing I was perfectly capable of controlling him should he move to betray me, and he was also unable to keep a plot secret until the last minute. So I had mercy on him.

"Mercy is an interesting thing, Bastila. It can earn you undying loyalty, or it can be your undoing. The Jedi saw only the former, viewing it as the greatest virtue, while the ancient Sith was the polar opposite, viewing it as the greatest weakness. After spending a long time reflecting, I believe the reality is somewhere in between. Mercy should be granted because you are fully capable of killing, but choose to do otherwise after rational thought and deciding that the benefits outweigh the costs. The greatest weakness is granting mercy because you are too afraid to do what is necessary. That day, when I judged Malak for his defiance, I was weak, and I paid dearly for it." He shook his head. "Lesson learned: never let your emotions make your decisions for you."

"But it's still Malak's fault, no?" Bastila observed. "Malak is guilty, not you."

"That would be the case if I were a civilian. Legally, Malak is guilty and I am innocent, but that is not how a leader should function," the Sith Master lectured. "It's like designing a computer system. You know the user will eventually make a mistake. You can blame the user for screwing up, but it's still the designer's fault that the system isn't designed to survive a user error. Everyone knows that sentient beings will inevitably make mistakes at some point, so failure to anticipate this is negligence. Similarly, no leader has completely loyal underlings. There will always be one or two who could betray you. This is practically guaranteed when you have an organization as large as the Sith. As a leader, I am in charge and thus am ultimately responsible for the Sith. So if I failed to properly handle betrayal, it is my fault."

"Why can't things be simple?" the submissive sighed. "I understand your point though. Is that all?"

"Far from it, my love," Revan confessed. "You know the 'genius' Republic plan to attack my flagship? That was my idea too… One that did not work out the way I intended."

"What?" Bastila asked, shocked. The idea that her Master planned the whole encounter was so inconceivable that even after seeing his memory of the attack, she still couldn't make the connection.

"Oh, I specifically had a double agent leak the itinerary of my flagship and arranged it to pass close to the frontlines with just enough of an escort that the Republic could not overwhelm my forces or get close enough to my ship with what they had nearby. This presented them with an irresistible opportunity, but also forced them to make use of your battle meditation on the boarding ship, and thus place you on the boarding party. If it had worked out the way I intended it to, we would have been reunited that day…"

"It was a good plan," she admitted. "We know what happened, of course. But how did it all go so wrong?"

"The problem was that I loosened my guard that day, thinking that victory was soon at hand. I allowed the excitement of seeing you once again to override my sense of caution." He paused, taking a deep breath. "There were many things I could have done that day. I could have retreated after you boarded, as the objective was complete. There was no need to be greedy and try to wipe out the entire Republic attacking force at the same time, as desirable as the outcome might have been. I could even have just moved my flagship to a safer spot. Then the shields would have been strong enough to deflect Malak's attack. But no, I did nothing except daydream about being with you once again, and then while my attention was occupied with you and your boarding party, I did not sense Malak's betrayal coming in time to react. Individually, none of the things going wrong would have been fatal, and yet, the timing of all of them together resulted in my defeat," he recounted bitterly. "Lesson learned: don't underestimate your enemies and let down your guard. Always consider what would happen if many problems arise in conjunction."

The apprentice took some time to digest the lecture. It shocked her that her Master was defeated out of the blue despite his plan working out so well up to that point. "I understand, Master," she said at last. She vowed to do whatever she could to help him, to ensure he never suffered another avoidable defeat.

"So now you see why your opinions are invaluable, and why I need you to advise me?" he asked.

"Yes, Master. I will do as ordered," she promised. She always found it easier to remember to do things by leveraging their dynamic, so she treated it as an order.

He pulled her closer for a kiss. "And by the way, you might want to tone it down a little," he suggested as he held her. "While Xor deserved to die for his crimes, the rending of his flesh would be both messy and unnecessary."

"Yes," she replied, rather embarrassed. "You have to admit it just rolls off the tongue though…"

"That it does, my dear," he admitted. "Still, I don't want everyone to think you are a psychopath."

"I understand, Master," she answered submissively.

"Let's go back to sleep, my slave," he decided, holding her in his arms and cupping her breasts with his hands. "Good night," he whispered in her ear.

"You too, Master," she whispered back. "That feels so nice."


That morning, Mission knocked on the door of the master bedroom on the Ebon Hawk.

"How can we help you, Mission?" Revan asked once he got out of bed.

"It's my brother… I can't believe he would betray us like that. To sell his own sister into slavery. To think… I was happy to see him and welcomed him onboard the ship," the teenage Twi'lek said miserably. "If it weren't for my foolishness, Juhani and Zaalbar wouldn't have suffered, and Carth would still be here…"

"It's not your fault, Mission. It's hard for anyone to believe those close to you would do something so terrible," Bastila tried to comfort her.

"I know… I just wish I could ask him why… though I doubt I'll like the answer." She shook her head. "But that's impossible, he's probably long gone."

"Actually, he's unconscious on this ship right now," Revan cut in. "HK-47 is keeping him that way."

"Let's go see him then," Mission requested.

"Just remember to be more cautious in the future," the Sith Lord warned. "The fate of the galaxy rests on our mission, Mission."

"I will, Er— Revan," the teen promised, contrite.

Soon, they awoke Griff from his slumber, and once he fully regained consciousness, he looked at Mission and started talking, "Hello little sister, nice to meet you again."

"Save it, Griff," she yelled angrily. "You were there when they captured me. You got a nice cut of the profits too."

"No… Mission… Th-There has to be some mistake," the scumbag brother stuttered. "I di-didn't have a choice. They made me do it!"

"And they also made you eagerly take the money with the greed shining in your eyes?" the teen's voice dripped with sarcasm.

"You must have hit your head too hard and imagined it, little sister."

"And the Dark Jedi must have hit their heads too hard when they reported that you gave them information to set an ambush for us, right?" Bastila interjected. "And you also hit your head too hard when you confessed the whole thing to me, right?"

"Uhh… right?" the sleazeball said uncertainly.

"No, I don't think so! After what you have done, any bond we might have had as siblings, I consider it broken! Now tell me why you betrayed me!" Mission demanded.

"I already told you, they forced me to do it!"

The Twi'lek teen slapped him in the face with all her strength. "I know you are lying. Tell me the truth!"

"They forced me to do it!" he repeated. Blood dripped off his face as Mission had cut him with her nails.

"This is going nowhere," the Sith apprentice complained, shaking her head. She channelled the Force and intoned, "You will answer all our questions truthfully," imposing her will upon the traitor.

"I will answer all your questions truthfully," he replied in monotone.

"Wow, that mind trick thing is surely useful," Mission remarked. Turning to her brother, she asked again, "Why did you betray me?"

"I saw an opportunity to make money and I took it," he answered.

"Do you even care about me?"

"Why would I leave you on Taris if I cared about you?"

"You left me on Taris?" she asked incredulously. "I thought you said it was your girlfriend Lena!"

"I lied," the slimeball replied in monotone.

"You monster!" the teen yelled. She punched her ex-brother in the face, breaking his jaw. It appeared that the punch made the mind trick wear off.

"The Jedi made me say all that!" he protested in pain.

"If I could use the Force, I would have choked you to shut you up!" she screamed. "Permanently!" she added, with spit flying out of her mouth in her anger. Turning to the Sith couple, she asked, "Can we just shoot him?"

"If you want," the Sith Lord answered. "We did save him for you, after all."

"Please, you won't kill your brother, would you, Mission?" the Twi'lek trash begged.

"You are not my brother! Not anymore!" Mission shouted in anger. "I don't know if I can kill him in cold blood though. Eri— Revan, Bastila, can you just make sure he won't hurt anyone ever again?"

"Of course," Revan agreed. Mission quickly fled the room.

"Please, have mercy?" Griff begged.

"Query: Would it be possible for me to dispose of this meatbag?" HK-47, who had been watching the entire exchange, asked. "I would very much like to test my grip strength on the tender neck of a meatbag…" he commented wistfully. "It is a long-time fantasy of mine," the droid added, just to disturb the traitor.

"Go ahead," the Sith Lord ordered. "As long as you handle the cleanup." The couple glared at the scum one last time before leaving the room, closing the door.

The sister-seller stared at the malevolent red eyes of HK-47 in fear, losing control of his bladder. The droid complied with his orders gleefully. Screams and moans could be heard echoing through the Ebon Hawk, but no one onboard had any sympathy.


A/N: Bastila's nightmare was essentially her watching her canonical self on the Temple Summit from Juhani's perspective, blended with a bit of alternate universe flair. You see, the main female character in KotOR with the power of battle meditation was originally supposed to be Vima Sunrider, while Bastila was supposed to take Juhani's role. Due to real world issues around the "Sunrider" trademark, Bastila was promoted to the main role, and her original role was renamed to Juhani. So essentially, our Bastila was stuffed via Force vision into the position of the other Bastila, watching Vima Sunrider (with the red hair) say her lines in the KotOR game, finishing with the latter defeating the amnesiac Revan's party. When defeated, the game ends there, but I added some "classic Dark Side" with killing your own companions and all that to top it off for a truly horrifying vision.

Naturally, being an "enlightened" Sith (as opposed to a Vima Sunrider who is consumed by evil), our Bastila is trying to do what she feels is right, such as using Dark Side powers to quickly end the battle. Her attempt to Force choke is the optimal move in the game for that confrontation too. (In the released game, the highest-level variant of choke is shown as "Force kill" and if successfully executed on the Temple Summit, will remove half of Bastila's vitality in a single move, at which point she'll offer to be Revan's apprentice and take down Malak together.) Too bad she can't control the vision and win the fight.

Also, in case you haven't noticed, Bastila's line to Juhani to get her to kill Xor in the previous chapter is based on what she says to Revan to get him to kill Juhani in the game when playing Dark Side…