Leviathan, above the planet Taris
Darth Malak
His apprentice foolishly took the opening he had baited. Darth Bandon rushed in for a killing move. Aiming straight for his Master's back while Malak sat in meditation. Blind to what the Force would have told him if he searched out to it. Malak ignited his weapon greeting his student. Their dancing scarlet blades illuminated his dimly lit meditation chamber. Immediately putting his apprentice into a desperate defense. Darth Bandon was quickly reminded of his past lessons; The mantle he sought wouldn't be won so easily. Malak increased the speed of his strikes. Fueling them with his frustrations of having picked such a disappointing heir.
The would-be assassin still hadn't healed from his last lesson. Bandon had hoped his Master's guard would be down while he was recovering. Only able to summon the stamina for his attack by drawing on his recent pain. However, the more Malak battered him down the young man's hate was drowned out with fear. Seething, Malak switched off his lightsaber. Before Bandon could process the decision, he was greeted with his Master's fist breaking his nose!
Malak unleashed a devastating combo of unarmed blows. Cracking the air so hard it threatened to deafen them both. Sounding like continuous explosions in the soundproof chamber. Vibrating throughout the great sized ship. Any new crew would have confused it for enemy bombardment. Bandon had no chance to retaliate. Malak threw him across the room with a whip cracking back hand, and then brought him flying back with the force. Straight into an iron fist that nearly explode out of Bandon's back. Coughing up blood his grip holding onto his lightsaber slipped. Malak ceased his assault by snatching it away before Bandon collapsed into a heap on the floor.
He pointed the blade down at its owner. Tempted to drive it in and be done with him. No, by doing what his apprentice hadn't, and feeling out with his heightened precognition. Malak knew Bandon still had some promise of use. Even utterly humiliated the man still glared at him defiantly. Nursing a new source of power for the day he could strike him down. How many attempts on Revan's life had he pursued to the same result? Each time reprimanded but always absolved, encouraged to try again.
The repeated shame had forged him into the perfect Sith. Still, recalling his old Master only lit a fresh wave of anger in him. By the time he had exhausted it. The amount of kolto needed for Bandon's recovery would be immense. Exceeding the limit reserved for a full platoon on the battlefield. Darth Bandon was hurried away by the Dark Lord's private medical team. Their speed saved his life. Not in the operating room where they stabilized him, but by removing him before the Admiral's report arrived. Malak's ever-growing rage threatened to tear the Leviathan apart.
The Sith Base on Taris had been attacked.
Sith Base, Taris (Hours earlier)
Bastila Shan
The bodies were everywhere. Revan had orchestrated a complete massacre without even needing to strike. It horrified her that she had let it happen. They were Sith, the enemy, but the Jedi Code did not allow her to forget that they were still people. Her senses had been clouded, unable to foresee how far Revan would go. Her body still ached with the echoes of the scoundrel's latest tryst. She was too off balance to confront either until their mission was done.
They hurried down the corridor. Finding a line of empty energy cages, all except for one. A trapped Duros called out to them. Pointing at Revan specifically, "You there! Do you remember me? You helped me once before when the Sith tried to arrest me."
Revan casually spoke to him as if they had run into each other at the cantina, "Hey there friend. It's been a bit hasn't yet?" The Scoundrel quickly explained their shared history. The Duros nodding as she did, "They discovered I'd moved the body. Now I'm going to be executed!"
Bastila disagreed, "Highly unlikely. I'm positive that your friend here didn't leave any executioner on base alive. T3' can you power down the shields please."
The little droid bypassed the puzzle of nearby panels. Shutting down the cell's power and freeing the Duros. He wasted no time jumping out of the once tight confiding space.
"Thank you, humans. I don't know what you are doing inside this military base, but I am grateful. Once again, I owe you a debt I can never repay. Now I must leave before anymore trouble happens! If you're wise, you'll do the same. If the Sith capture you I doubt anyone else will come by to set you free."
Revan shrugged, "Oh that's not true. I'm sure-" She started to gesture to Bastila. Only to be met by the Jedi's critical glare.
"Well, T3-M4 would save me."
Bastila ignored the little droids agreeing beeps. "You can pay the debt as you leave. There's a passed out Twi'lek under the front desk. Get her out of here, and all will be considered settled."
"Happily!", was all he had time to say already running to freedom. Bastila continued ahead to the elevator. Feeling Revan's odd amusement at her. Hearing the woman whisper to the worrying droid that the Jedi had just been kidding.
"Don't worry T3'. Bastila wouldn't hesitate to save any of us."
"Vweep!" They followed her past the deactivated Mk.1 assault droid into the elevator. With T3-M4's slicing the controls to allow them up to the Governor's private floor.
The ride up was mostly quiet. Bastila spent the time mentally preparing herself for the coming fight, and Revan performed a last-minute check on all her weapons. Double checking that the two energy shields she had ready and taking count of some stun grenades on her belt. The quick effective gear check was that of a seasoned soldier. Revan caught Bastila's sidelong glance and smiled.
"Incase he's got friends we missed."
Bastila shook her head, "No, he's the only one awaiting us, but I must make it clear that this won't be easily done. I can sense his power. The man is a powerful student of the Darkside."
If the situation wasn't so dire, she may have laughed at what the Dark Lord of the Sith said next.
"An actual Sith? Well, I can't say I have too much experience with them."
Bastila couldn't help but crack a small proud smile, "Well I have. I've fought countless Dark Jedi before. So just stay back and leave it to me." Revan chuckled, "After you then. I know you've been itching to get back into this fight." Revan had no idea how right she was. After a night sleeping in a real bed and eating more food than she had in a sennight. Bastila had so much energy, she couldn't wait to do battle with the Sith.
The elevator reached the top floor. Opening to a short direct hallway that ended with a large door. Even through them she could taste the oily stench of darkness inside. Bastila took the lead with Revan covering from a distance. Their little droid companion stayed the furthest back where it connected with an access port. Slicing the door into opening itself with a loud wiiish!
A tall man dressed in the robes of a Dark Jedi supplemented with heavy armor awaited them. He sneered at them, "Who dares break my meditation? You will pay for interrupting my…wait." The Governor's eyes went wide as he drunk in their presence. "I sense the Force is strong with you. Very strong. Who would have thought the Jedi Lord Malak has been hunting would deliver herself to me?"
Bastila studied the wide opened command room. She noted his weapon of choice; a wicked looking vibro double-blade. 'A mere learner', she speculated.
"You over excite yourself.", She countered, "I will only offer you one chance to surrender." Bastila knew it was pointless to even try. Enduring the cruel laughter that greeted her offer of mercy.
"Spoken like a true drone of the Jedi Council. We Sith, however, have learned to embrace the potential of the dark side. It is what gives us strength!" The Governor spun his weapon taking up his stance.
Bastila responded by engaging her Saber-staff, "You've learned only how to deceive yourself with the quick and easy path! Ture mastery of the Force comes through the slow understanding of its mysteries."
She stood in the way of the Governor, protecting Revan. The Jedi wouldn't allow him to get past her. They circled each other exploring for any kind of weakness. The Governor dragged his blade across the floor creating sparks.
"This meeting is a stroke of luck for me. My Master will surely reward me with my lightsaber once I kill you! In fact, I'm already claiming yours for my own!" He made the first move. Leaping the distance between them faster than she was able to predict. Blocking his flurry of blows only by letting the force direct her actions.
Waiting until he overreached and seizing on the opportunity to go on the offensive. Parrying his blade away and releasing a powerful riposte to his armored chest. It prevented her weapon from ending the fight in one strike but pushed him back. Gaining her control of the room's center space. Bastila felt the Governor's wounded pride grow his anger. Fueling his source of power. He snarled at her like an animal before jerking aside. Avoiding the blaster bolt hitting where his head had been a half second earlier.
"I WILL HANG YOUR CORPSE OUTSIDE MY WINDOW AS A WARNING TO ALL!", He screamed at Revan. Taking advantage of his distracted focus, Bastila aimed for his unarmored legs. Sweeping at them in a motion so fast she was a blur, but he leapt high in a flip. Bringing his weapon down in a powerful attack that she just managed to avoid. He was on her at once, increasing in speed with each attack. Not giving her an opportunity to recover. She was only saved by Revan's cover fire. The Sith danced between the blaster bolts. Throwing out his hand and using his powers to jerk the weapon from Revan's hand. Sending it into his own and returning fire!
Revan activated her shields in time to absorb the blaster fire. They wouldn't last long in a hall that offered nowhere to hide. Bastila darted as fast as she could. Slicing the blaster in two just before Revan's shields burnt out. Then hitting the Sith all over his armor destroying one piece at a time. Bastila's golden doubled-bladed lightsaber was like the light of a star. Illuminating away the darkness he had nurtured in the room. Beating the Sith to the floor where he struggled, unable to pick himself up.
Bastila aimed her blade down at him, "You're beaten!" The Jedi Code demanded she restrain from a killing blow at this point. Standing over a once prideful Sith forced to admit defeat was its own pleasure. However, she realized too late her pride had blinded her. The Governor was far from giving up. He unleashed a terrible use of sorcery! She heard a pained scream and realized it was her own. Her body constricted itself as her life energy was stolen from it.
"Bastila!", Revan voice was far and distant like in a dream. All her strength vanished from her body. Siphoned into the Governor's restored health. He crackled rising back up from the floor.
"Don't worry, Lord Malak has no wish for your death! Though I may take more than I need~ Your life force is an addicting one!"
All she could respond with was her gut-wrenching cry. From behind she barely made out the warning Revan yelled. Then a great explosion of disorienting light blanketed the room. The spell was ended and she hit the floor hard.
Revan had thrown one of her flash grenades! The Governor hissed, covering his blind eyes. Unable to see Revan and T3-M4 charge at him together. The little droid she had been so dismissive of shot repeatedly at the Sith. Using its assortment of blaster shots and stun sticks bravely. Revan rolled scoping up her fallen lightsaber and brought it up severing the Sith's dominate hand. He howled as his weapon fell, exploding at them with the Force.
Sending her companions away crashing into the wall. The Governor pounced on Revan. Grabbing her by the throat and keeping her suspended in the air.
The Governor sneered, "You won't be so lucky to live!"
"Oh shut up already!", Revan croaked out. Flinging out her arm and producing a hold-out blaster concealed at her wrist. Firing point blank directly into the Governor's face! He shook as smoke trailed from his face but remained standing. Revan repeatedly fired again and again, yet still the Sith clung to life.
Weakly Bastila rolled on the floor. Dimly gasping for her lost strength to return. She drew on the force to restore the life in her limbs. In one last ditch effort she took the Sith's own weapon. Driving it deep under the opening of his armor into his axillary artery. Just where his arm holding Revan up was lifted. All three crashed to the floor, the fight finished, and the Governor now dead. Slowly the life that had been stolen seeped back into her body.
"Okay...", Revan's voice was gravelly and weak, "Did we all survive that?" Bastila groaned out her response. T3-M4 whirled a small tune as it ran an auto-repair program. Revan coughed out pathetic laugh, "Hooooooly fuck that guy was a nightmare."
Despite herself and all the pain she was in Bastila began to laugh. Because she knew a terrible fact; The Governor didn't hold a candle to the power of a fully trained Sith, and everyday there seem to be more in the galaxy. Together they helped each other up. Supporting one another as they made their way to the main console. Acquiring the codes they had fought so hard for.
Bastila smiled, "This war isn't over yet. Come on. We got a ship to catch."