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Hero, savior, villan, conqueror, Revan knew he was all of those things to the galaxy. Especially now after he had returned to the galaxy with an empire with thousands of ships on his side. Yet there was one thing that Revan understood that no one else did. He did what he did for a reason. A reason to protect the known galaxy from an unknown threat. He knew it was out there, and it bothered him to his core. However, the Republican and the jedi were the only obstacles that prevented him from what he wanted. He wanted to protect the galaxy but was seen as a villain because he turned to the dark side. In reality, he knew he had to cause no one would believe him. Revan had his eyes closed his mind, lost in thoughts, trying to figure out what his next move was. He had to remove any corrupt officials within the republic, Hk had always done a good job at doing so, but at times, Revan knew he needed to deal with matters himself. 

Revan opened his eyes, and he felt his breath hit his face after hitting his mask. He looked to the planet Taris. He knew he needed to find some way to help the people, maintain control, but also take out the corrupt leadership. There was another thing, too. He was planning an attack on the republic. He had been planning it for months. He knew that the republic would stop at nothing to get Taris back under their control, but it only made it so he could rid the republic quicker. He was expecting it to take place within the next few weeks, afterall he had plans. He didn't want the total destruction of the republic. He only wanted to make it stronger. Malak didn't help with this. Ever since Malak had attacked Telos, Revan couldn't stop himself from looking at him with anger. Even now, the thought of his apprentice angered him. He remembered his apprentices mocking words, calling him soft and unworthy of ruling an empire. Had Revan not held back on his apprentice, he knew Malak would be dead. Malak was a problem that Revan knew, yet he was a problem that he couldn't deal with just yet, but in time, he would. Looking towards his commander, Revan nodded, signaling that he was going to leave and that he was in charge. 

Revan was about to turn around to leave and return to his quarters to meditate to find more information to help lead him through this battle. But when Republic ships came into view, Revan froze for a moment, annalizing the situation. He wasn't expecting such a bold move so quickly. Slowly, a small smirk filled his face. If the republic wanted to play this game, then he'd indulge them, afterall it wasn't like they could win this battle anyway. Within seconds, Revan ordered the Leviathan to fire upon the republic ships, but they fired back, not going down without a fight. 

"Revan is distracted with the republic fleet." Spoke a jedi woman. Her hair was black and pulled up, her eyes a soft blue. She held a position of leadership even if she wasn't assigned the lead to the mission. Eraline often felt that leaving Bastila in charge of his mission was a mistake, but the council insisted, so she obliged. 

"Then it is time to make our attack." Spoke another jedi. His build was muscular. He had blond hair and bright green eyes, comparable to an emerald. He looked to Bastila for a moment he could tell that she was nervous about this mission. He couldn't blame her. She was just a padawan in charge of capturing a Sith lord. He knew that this wasn't an easy burden to carry even if he wasn't the one feeling her emotions. Cayden walked over to Eraline, putting his hand onto her shoulder. He knew she would try to take matters into her own hands he just hoped that it wouldn't get them all killed.

Eraline looked at him and nodded. She wasn't nervous. in reality, she wasn't nervous. In reality, she was ready but had no intention of following their orders to the fullest, Revan needed to be stopped once and for all.

The other four were silent, too silent for Bastilas liking, but she too was silent. She knew that these jedi didn't respect her as much as she wished. To them, she was the jedis favorite and was only assigned to ensure their victory. Even though she was supposed to lead the mission. Standing up, Bastila moved to look through the cockpit the Leviathan dead in their sights. Revan didn't know they were coming, and with Revan, distracted with the republic fleet, a small jedi strike team would be able to approach his ship without notice. 

What was only minutes felt like hours to Bastila as they made their approach, landing in the lowest sector of the Leviathan. The republic and the jedi insured that every single one of them knew where they were going. Made sure that they had the elite layout memorized. It was to make sure they'd be able to escape. 

When landing in the hanger, Bastila could feel Revans presences, it was strong, powerful even. She was lost in her thoughts when she heard a voice. 

"Bastila!" Said Eraline, "snap out of it." Infront of them was a holo image of the Leviathan, with a paved path to the bridge where Revan would be. Eraline was silent as she examined the map, "We should blow the enginee while we are facing Revan." 

Those words made Bastilas head snap from the map to her "Wait stop for a second. If we blow the engines, we risk not only our deaths but also Revans." She argued, standing up. 

"We can blame it on the republic. After all, we told them that we were going to kill Revan anyway. The jedi doesn't need Revan, and you know the risks of taking him Bastila. He could turn on us again. That's something that I'm not going to risk." 

"That wasn't our assignment!" 

"Will you stop sucking up to the jedi council for one moment. Will you stop and think that they could be wrong?" Eraline pointed at Bastila, "but you won't because they give you special treatment because you're their favorite." 

Bastila had fallen silent. She wanted to argue, but she found no words. They had to trust the councils judgment. That's what Bastila wanted, at least. 

"Bastila is right, Eraline, killing Revan isn't our mission. We have to take him alive." Cayden spoke up, "even if you don't agree with the jedi council, they will find out about this plan of yours Eraline if you go through it and I can't promise it will end well." 

"Fine.." Eraline grumbled under her breath right before she moved to exit the ship, "Let's move." With those words, the rest of them moved out. This would be a long battle ahead of them. One Bastila wasn't sure about. 

Revan had his hands behind his back as he examined the battle. Something he had been doing since the mandolorian wars so long ago. Often, the days felt like yesterday, even though things were far from the same. He was not the same person, but he had to do what he did. He watched as the Leviathan fired upon the republic flag ships one by one, doing more damage than the previous. Looking to the ships he noticed that one was significantly more damaged than the rest, thinking for a moment, he knew if he could drop their numbers quickly then he would have a far better chance at winning this battle. The republic was fools to come after him so quickly, especially because he had been planning this encounter. 

"Focus your fire on the far left. If we can knock out their weakest link first, the rest will crumble just as quickly as they come." 

Within seconds of the order, the Leviathans fire targeted the republic ship, its fire harsh. Figters soon followed suit, sending missiles and bombs right into the republic ship. Revan watched with deep interest as he saw flames burst out of the ship only to go out soon as the vacuum of space hit it. These battles only served as proof that the republic was weak. That a new rule needed to be implemented, and the more he proved it, the more worlds joined his cause. One day, he knew the republic would be no more, and the only thing that would remain is his empire. 

Revan felt deep pride within himself soon as the republic ship was destroyed its shockwave, affecting the other ships within its fleet by sending debris right into them doing significant damage. Revan was about to give another order to focus their fire on the rest of the fleet until he heard his commanders voice. "Lord Revan, we have some... interesting news." The commander had a clean face and dressed well, no wrinkle in sight. He was one of the best and hand-picked by Revan to be his second in command, a place right above lord Malak. 

Revan turned around to face his commander, "You may speak." Revan spoke in a calm tone. He knew whenever his commander interrupted his thoughts, it was always important. Which was one of the reasons why he was picked in the first place.

The commander nodded, taking a moment to speak to put it in the best way he possibly could. "It would seem that the republic has sent a small jedi strike team. They are aboard the ship. It seems that this republic fleet was only a diversion to get this group of jedi onto our ship. With your permission, I would like to send troops to intercept them." 

Revan froze with this news. This was unexpected, to say the least. The republic was getting bolder he would give them props for it. He turned his head to look at the battle in front of him before looking back to his commander, who had a data pad in hand, showing the jedi moving through the halls of his ship. Annalizing the situation, he knew that these petty attempts would go nowhere. If the republic believed that sending a petty strike team to kill him would work, then they were more stupid than he thought. "No, continue with the battle here, let the jedi come. If it is a fight that they want. It is a fight that they'll get." Revans words were now cold, colder than what they had been in a long time. The jedi were utter fools, the reason why the republic was failing the quicker he could get rid of them or get them to join him the better. 

Bastila felt uneasy as the group made their way to the bridge. They had met zero resistance. Not one trooper or Sith showed themselves it was almost like the ship had been abandoned. Eraline believed it was because Revan was scared that they'd kill all of his troops, and it was a sign of weakness on his part. Bastila, however, didn't believe that was the case. She felt that Revan was planning something. Why else would he ensure that they would make it to the bridge it wouldn't make since for him to be afraid of a group of jedi? After all, he faced thousands of mandolorians. 

Their footsteps echoed within the halls. It was the only sound besides their breaths, and Eralines snarkie comments every so often. "Are you ready for this, Bastila?" Asked Cayden as he moved to stand by her side. "I know this mission hasn't been the easiest to plan out, especially with the thought of capturing Revan." His voice was soft. He just wanted to make sure Bastila was ready for this cause he knew full well that anything could happen with this battle. 

"I'm ready for the battle." Bastila ensured, "I'm just worried about what Revan is planning... I was expecting resistance, but we haven't met any -"

"I already told you, it's cause he's weak, afraid to face us."

"Eraline, he is a master straightest. This isn't as simple as you think. If he was scared, we would be facing legons of troops by now. He would have abandoned the ship the moment he finds out we are here if he hasn't already." Bastila aruged. 

"Even if that's the truth, Bastila, we have you here anyways, so it wouldn't matter." 

"What is that supposed to mean?" Bastila questioned, stopping in her tracks. She looked up the hall, just realizing that they were at least forty feet away from the door to the bridge.

"You really think we are going to let you go in there? All you're good for is boosting our power and ensuring that Revan is defeated. We are not taking him." 

Bastila was stunned, once again people only see her as benefit for war, yes she was more than willing to do it, but when it came down to something she was supposed to lead, it hurt. "I'm going in there. We need numbers in order to face Revan! Even with my powers, he can still win." 

"Enough both of you!" Another man spoke, his voice deep and stern. "Eraline, I'm sick and tired of you acting this way. You are a jedi. You're supposed to respect your peers. You are better than this. We are all going in there if you like it or not. Bastila is in charge of this mission, and it is time you start acting like it. The council put Bastila in charge cause she has promised to be a great leader. You are not helping by arguing and trying to do your own thing. Revan is waiting for us now to move." He looked to Bastila, giving her a soft smile as he read her lips when she mouthed the words 'thank you.' 

The group soon made their way to the door, their lightsabers in hand, ready for the battle that is to come.

Revan didn't turn around when he heard the jedi enter the bridge. Instead, his head moved to continue to admire the battle, but all but two republic ships remained. He was determined to have them both distorted by the time he was done with this group of jedi. He could feel the silence of the room, the eyes of his troops moving from the jedi and himself. Deciding to break the silence, Revan spoke, "I am surprised to say the least. It seems that you and the republic have new tricks up your sleeves. Using a republic fleet to distract me was quite an interesting idea. However, with your loss, I doubt the republic or the jedi will try this again." 

"You can not win, Revan." Spoke Bastila from behind the group. Some of them looked at her for a moment before turning their attention back to Revan. 

Revan wanted to chuckle in amusement due to the woman's words. Slowly, his body turned to face them, his cape moving behind him with excellent grace. "Is that so?" He questioned, looking to all of them trying to find the source of the voice before he spotted her. She was easy to see, a pale yellow outfit with a red that looked more brown flowing around her from her neck, chest, stomach, and to her knees. Just by looking at her, he could tell something was different, but he couldn't quite put his finger onto it. Before he could speak, the activation of five lightsabers caught his attention. The only one who didn't have theirs activated was the woman who spoke. His brow raised at this sudden movement. They weren't even gonna give him the chance to give them a choice. "It seems to me that the jedi no longer negotiates." 

"For crimes against the republic and the jedi order, we order you to stand down and come peacefully. This does not have to end in a blood bath." Cayden spoke, bringing his lightsaber up in case Revan attacked. 

Revan laughed at the jedis ignorance. What would the jedi council even do lock him in a cell? Lecure him on the light side of the force. He thought it to be ridiculous. "If you believe the jedi council will do anything, you are wrong." With a single movement, Revan had not one but two lightsabers in hand. The room was lit with greens, blues, two purples, one being Revans, then a singular red blade. Everyone in the room watched with anticipation before one jedi made their attack. 

"Eraline, wait!" Shouted Cayden, but she didn't listen to him. Eraline rushed Revan, pushing her blades against his own with aggression, but Revan didn't fall back he pushed his red blade against the blue one she held. The rest started to make their way to Revan, but Bastila didn't move to attack Revan. Instead, she moved to deal with the troops that had suddenly come behind them. Her bright yellow blade activated as two Sith acolytes attacked her. Her eyes narrowed. She knew she could win.

Revan had pushed the woman who attacked him back. He watched as the five jedi started to move around him, trapping him in a circle. He thought about his situation, and the jedi really believed that they could defeat him by surrounding him. Looking around he looked for their weakest link, when he found it, a wave of Sith lightning left his fingertips blue filled the room as it struck the jedi making the woman fall, before he threw his red lightsaber never giving her a chance to react to the attack killing her instantly. Calling his lightsaber back, he was down to four left, three males and two females. He wanted to save the one who attacked, which led him first for last to rub in her arrogance afterall he heard everything she had said about him through the cameras. Swiftly, Revan moved to one of the males, his lightsaber moving just as quickly as his body. 

Bastila had pushed back one of the acolytes with the force as another moved to attack. Blocking it, Bastila looked towards him. Even though she was outnumbered, she was trained to fight she knew she could defeat two wannabe Sith. Calling on the force, she gave herself a mental boost to help her predict the movements of her enemies, and it worked. When the one she knocked back came to attack her, she ducked down, pulling her lightsaber with her. Her body moved underneath the acolytes, making him collide with the other, only to stableize themselves a second after. Spinning her lightsaber, Bastila moved to attack. One was able to block the attack. However, the other didn't, and his chest was grazed by the tip of the blade, making him cry out in pain. This angered the acolyte, which made him want to push harder against the young woman. That was a mistake, though. Bastila utilized it and dropped down, making the acolyte lose his balance, quickly Bastilas saber moved straight across his back, cutting the spinal cord, killing the acolyte instantly. Bastila turned to look at the other who was getting ready to attack. She moved into a defensive position, ready for the attack. 

Revan had cut down two more jedi leaving only Eraline and Cayden, Eralines teeth w were clenched, and she had no idea how Revan could go through them like they were absolutely nothing. They had the numbers, and yet Bastila was nowhere to be seen. "I knew we should have left her." Eraline spoke her eye slightly, moving to Cayden, who was just regaining his balance after Revan had thrown him into a wall. 

Looking back, Cayden saw Bastila dealing with the acolytes. "She's giving us backup, Eraline." He moved slowly, trying to circle Revan.

"Why do you two still fight. Neither of you have any chance at defeating me, " Revan had commented as he returned his purple lightsaber to his belt he had no more reason to use it afterall these two jedi were nothing compared to him. "This is a losing battle. If you join me, I can promise that you will no longer be slaves to the jedi or the republic." He tried to give an incentive. However, by the expression of the two jedis faces, he could tell that they were not gonna buy it. No matter if they would not be turned, they were no use to him. He heard footsteps behind him, he turned to see the boy rushing him, his left hand stretched out sending a wave of force lightning this way. Cayden never had a chance to react when painful waves of electricity went through his body. He could feel his skin boiling melting away as Revan pursued his attack on him. 

"No!" Eraline shouted now, charging Revan. He didn't even look at her when he pinged his lightsaber right through her chest. His head slowly turned from the boy as he looked at her. He could see the shock on her expression. He moved his body closer to hers, now continuing to push his blade through her body. 

"Do you still think of me as weak?" He asked in a whisper, "A coward? Cause clearly you had no idea who you were dealing with. You should have listened to that young woman when you had the chance.." He turned off his lightsaber he watched as her body crumbled to the ground. He looked to the boy whom he had electrocuted. He was long dead, too. Kicking the girls foot, he made his way to the young woman who had spoken earlier. 

He watched with deep inrest as she fought the acolyte, her attacks precise, she would be a valuble asset if he could convince her to turn to join him. He watched as it only took a second for the acolyte to make a mistake to meet his doom, and when it happened, all Revan could do was clap his hands. 

Bastila was out of breath by the time she killed the second acolyte. However, when she heard clapping, her head turned to the sith lord. However, her eyes widened when she saw all her jedi companions dead. Horror filled her features. If Revan was able to kill all five of her companions, what good would that do her? Annoyed by hid clapping, Bastila took a few steps closer to Revan, ready for battle. 

Seeing her hostility in her stance only managed to make Revan frown. There was something about her that was different than her jedi companions. The way the force moved around her the pull she had towards it, it was something he hadn't felt in a long time. He watched as her expression filled with horror he knew he could use to manipulate her. "Can't you see young jedi. The jedi sent you on a death mission. Isn't this enough proof for you? They do not care about you and only about themselves." His left hand gestured to all the bodies on the floor, "they should have known that this mission would be a failure. I'm giving you a chance here to lay down your arms and give up this fight, and I promise I won't hurt you." He tried to presway her, he didn't know why, but he wanted her on his side and he didn't want to hurt her in the process. 

Bastila stood still for a moment, she knew this mission was a bad idea from the start, but she didn't argue with the jedi council because she knew it could be her chance to shine to show people that she was capable of something other than her battle meditation ability. Yet as Revan spoke, her eyes only narrowed. He really thought that he could get her to join him? She wasn't going to fall for it. She knew that Revan would harm her the moment she lay down her wepon. "I will never join you, Revan. If you think kind words will convince me, then you are wrong." Within a split second of her speaking, she was attacking Revan determined to win this battle. 

Revan went on the defensive as soon as the woman attacked him. He had no intention of harming her. During her attacks, he thought she would have lasted longer in battle than her jedi companions, but he was soon proven wrong soon as she left him a window he took it. His right elbow moved to hit her face, making her stumble backward before he grabbed her by her throat, throwing her lightsaber and pinning her to the wall. He felt her hands desperately grab at his arm, trying to get him to release her. "You have no hope of winning this battle, jedi. Give up your potential is wasted on the jedi. You could be so much more." He spoke. 

Bastila could barely breathe, but breathing was better than not being able to. "I won't join you," Bastila spoke through gritted teeth, hee stubbornness showing. She watched as Revan shook his head with disappointment. "You trying to manipulate me won't get you anywhere." 

Rvean only shook his head. She was stubborn he'd give her that, but that stubbornness would be the death of her. She was lucky that she was in his hands and not Malaks. He had to find some way to presway her that this was her only chance. Bringing his lightsaber up, he put it near her cheek so she could feel the heat of the blade. "This is your only chance, jedi." He hissed. 

Bastila took a deep breath as the heat of his lightsaber left an uncomfortable warmth on her face. "If you kill me..." She paused, "the jedi will never stop hunting you." Bastila threatened, but that threat only managed to make Revan laugh. 

"I'll count on it." He smiled, even though he knew she couldn't see it. Thinking on her words, he soon became curious as to why she said it. "What makes you so special to the jedi?" He soon asked. He wanted to know cause as far as he was concerned, the jedi rarely had favorites. He knew cause he was one before he fought in the mandolorian wars and far before he turned.

"Why does it matter to you?" Bastila hissed. "All you are is a murderer. You don't deserve to have such information." Bastila aimed to insult him. However, it was futile because soon, as the words left her lips, she felt his grip on her neck tighten, making breathing significantly harder than what it already was. "Fine... I'll give you a hint." She breathed, "I have been in almost every single battle against you since the start of the war, and almost every single one of those battles you've lost."

Revan froze at her words. He thought back to the start of the war, he remembered some battles going better than others, but there was some that his fleet was almost completely destroyed. He thought that it was only by luck that the republic was able to pull it off, but now that he thought about it the more he realized who he had within his grasp. His gaze moved back to hers he tried to hide the suprise in his voice, but he failed miserably. "You're Bastila Shan..." Revan had no idea how to react other than knowing that he needed her on his side more than ever. Due to his surprise and realization, he had left himself venerable. He felt a sharp pain hit his stomach as the woman kicked him. He stumbled back his grip on her neck, falling. He heard her gasp for air and then cough after the sudden rush of air hit her lungs. It took a few seconds before he regained his posture, but it seemed that the woman was able to as well. "Don't you see Bastila the jedi don't care about you!" He tried to convince her. "They claim that you're special, yet they sent you to your death."

"I knew the risks of doing this mission, so did they, I admit that we have failed.." Hurt filled Bastilas' features as she looked at her jedi companions. "Yet, I know that once I defeat you, the galaxy will be safer." 

"Then strike me down Bastila use your anger." Revan taunted. He watched as the woman pulled her lightsaber back to her and stepped closer to him. He watched as she hesitated to attack to strike him down, even after he had killed all her jedi companions. This was interesting he knew full well that the jedi didn't like to kill unarmed men, but he was armed. No, the jedi needed him, but for what?

Bastila hated that she couldn't force herself to kill Revan. The plan had failed, and she couldn't win this that she knew. She had to find some way out of this situation. "I... can't..." She spoke, trying to make herself sound weak. 

"The jedi have wronged you my dear Bastila, they made you believe many falsehoods, they lied to you about so many things, but I can promise you so much more you're freedom, power, truth. All you have to do is one little thing for me." He turned around thinking he had won. "All I need you to do is join me and spy on the jedi, learn for yourself about the corruption."

Bastila noticed how Revan turned his back to her. This was perfect she could make her way out of this situation if she played dumb. "I don't know what you're asking of me." She said, taking a few steps backwards afterall there was no one stopping her. 

"Oh, but you do, my dear Bastila. There is so much you can learn by doing this. All you have to promise is to come back."

As Revan was speaking, Bastila turned around and ran out of the room. She had to escape she had to. The mission failed. They would need more forces to stop Revan, running through the halls she just needed to make it to the hanger. 

Revan didn't stop talking until his commander informed him that the jedi had run away, turning around disappointment filled his features. "All the manners that the jedi teach... and yet they run away soon as things don't go their way. Send troops to the hangers, I'll meet her myself." He ordered. He soon started to leave the bridge following after the young woman. He figured that she knew her way around his ship, but she didn't know where the short cuts where. 

Stopping in the middle of the hallway, Bastila pressed her back to the wall, trying to catch her breath she looked back from the direction she was running from. There was not one troop. It made her nerves go up. Why wouldn't Revan send anyone after her? Shaking her head, she needed to get out of there. Bastila followed the same path that her and the rest of the jedi had originally followed, she knew she was getting closer to the hanger, she only had to beat Revan and get into the ship to leave, to report her failure. Soon as she made it to the hanger and opened up the door she was not only met with at least a hundred troops but also Revan. 

"I will admit Bastila that you are strong willed, but there is no escape from me." He assured her. 

Bastila stood frozen as troops now came from her left and right guns pointed at her, she wasn't sure if Revan was going to kill her or not, but she had no choice but to surrender. Tossing her lightsaber, there was no point in trying she knew she had lost, she just had to wait for a rescue team now. "I... surrender." Bastila spoke as she slowly moved to her knees with her hands going above her head. Troops moved to her direction, grabbing her arms and pulling her back up. The troops looked to Revan for their orders. 

Revan watched as the young woman surrendered herself, he had caught her lightsaber when she had thrown it at him. Disappointment had washed over his features, he knew now that she wouldn't do the task that he originally wanted her to do, but it was better that way, she probably would have never returned, and if she did, she would have come back with hundreds of jedi. "Take her to a cell." Revan ordered, and that was exactly what they did even though it was the last thing he wanted to do. 

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Bastila had no idea how long she had been in a cell, but she knew one thing for sure was that her cell was too nice to be one. There was a full sized bed and even a washroom within her cell. It was almost like Revan was trying to make sure that she was comfortable. Honestly, she doubted that anyone would consider her a prisoner if Revan told them. The cell was too nice. She thought it to be some way of Revan trying to find some way to manipulate her, but she didn't know.
With a sigh, Bastila rested her head on her knees, and her body was sitting in the corner rather than the bed. She refused to use the bed because of the odd amount of kindness that Revan displayed with her cell. Her eyes closed, letting the force relax her nerves after all being a prisoner wasn't the easiest thing. She just hoped that the jedi would be able to save her from Revan.

Many seemed to question him when they found out the arrangements for the jedis cell. Revan, too, even questioned himself. It wasn't like him to make decisions like this, normally he would have sent any other jedi down to Malacore V and let his men to turn the jedi, but Bastila had to be a different case. He knew that he didn't want to subject her to such torture. He knew of her signature ability, Battle meditation, he knew that it could turn the tide in any war, any battle, she would be a valuble asset to his cause if he could convince her to join him. He wanted her to be willing to fight for his cause to have the decision made for herself. He knew it would take time, but he had time. To get rid of the jedis manipulation and ways is not an easy thing to do, especially when everything is sugar coated, he would know. Revan knew he was different however even though the jedi tried to hide things Revan still was determined to learn more, and when the Mandolorians attacked the republic he knew he couldn't just stand by and do nothing. The jedi was the reason why the republic was weak. He had to get rid of them.
Sitting up on his bed, he placed his hand to his forehead, just taking a deep breath before exhaling. He was exhausted. The encounter he had the day before didn't help either. Facing five jedi at the same time was no easy task. However, it just proved that the jedi were weak. He was outnumbered five to one, and still, they couldn't prevail over him it was laughable.  Standing up, he went to his mirror, looking himself in the reflection. Over the years, the yellow in his eyes started to fade, and the warm brown was returning. Some days he forgot what he even looked like, his beard was starting to grow back in, he let it grow until it bothered him, but he only had a stuble. Sometimes, he forgot what he even looked like, especially after staying awake for days at a time.
Shaking his head he cleaned his face before putting on his robes and armor, he needed to check on his prisoner, he couldn't just let her rot in a cell, last he wanted was her to die.
When walking out of his quarters, he immediately saw his commander, who was just about to knock on his door. His commander looked surprised, to say the least. Usually, the only time Revan locked himself in his room was to meditate. Revan nodded to his commander, who seemed to have something to say. "You may speak."
The commander nodded while bringing out a data pad. "The prisoners cell was made comfortable as you had requested, my lord, yet this has seemed to cause some issues within your order. Acolytes and other Sith a like are starting to question your judgment." The man paused to allow for Revan to take in the information, "they think you have gone soft by showing this jedi mercy. They believe that you should send her to be tortured and turned if not killed. I am not one to go against your word, my lord, and I trust you, yet these things are becoming concerning. And if your apprenti-"
"Malak is my problem." Revan interrupted his words, coming put quicker than what he even expected. "Let them call me soft, and I will make an example out of them like I did Malak. This jedi is different. Turning has to be her choice, not forced. The republic has used this girl against us in this war for a long time. It won't be easy to convince her, but her abilities will be far more used to us if she makes the decision herself, and I will make her see the truth about the jedi." There was annoyance in voice with levels of anger hidden deep within them. "If they think I'm soft, then let them, I will make an example out of them just like Malak."
"Understood, my lord..." The commander spoke with small hints of fear in his voice. After all, he should have known that Revan would react the way he did, but it still surprised him nonetheless. Walking away, he knew what to do.
Taking a deep breath, Revan was annoyed beyond comprehension, but he couldn't let it bother him when facing the jedi.

The dead bodies of her companions still haunted her mind. Their lifeless bodies mutilated with cuts and burns all from Revan alone. If only she could help... she was too distracted by the acolytes to even notice. The jedi shouldn't have put her in charge of the mission. She had failed, she failed the order, and she failed the galaxy. Her thoughts continued until they didn't. The sound of her cell door opening was the very thing that interrupted her thoughts. At first she thought it was just some soldier delivering food, but when her head moved to look suprise filled her features. Revan stood in the doorway. Just as quickly as she looked up at him, her head turned away. "I don't want to talk to you." Her voice stern.
Revan chuckled to himself he knew he shouldn't be laughing at this, but the jedi was too amusing not to. "Well, I guess you don't really have a choice right now, do you." Revan looked around the cell and immediately frowned when he realized that she was sitting on the floor. It seemed that he didn't take his kindness to her advantage. Stubborn jedi pride and their necessity to prove a point. He moved to the bed and sat down his arms resting on his knees. He looked down at her. She looked like a sulking child from this position, almost afraid. "Look, it's obvious to me that you're miserable, so why don't you make it easy and join me, I can let you out of this cell." He watched as the young woman scoffed and rolled her eyes. He looked at her with a questioning look, but he knew he couldn't see it.
Bastila slowly stood up, and she leaned against the wall, her arms folding over her chest. "If you're gonna try to talk me into joining you, Revan, you're wasting your breath, go bother someone else for all I care." Her head moved to the wall, and her eyes closed. She hated that he knew that she hated being in here. She wanted to go home where she knew she was safe from the sith.
Shaking his head, he knew this was going to be a long process, but that was how every jedi was, she'd fall in time. "I have all the time I need jedi." Revan spoke. He stood up and walked towards her. He watched as her eyes studied every single one of his moments. "You are the only matter I have to deal with... besides, I can't let you rot in here." His voice was more sincere than he would have liked.
Bastila couldn't help herself but to scoff, why did he act why he cared, he was a Sith all they would do is use her against everything that she has ever known. He was her enemy, even if the jedi wanted him alive. She wished they had succeeded. "So what? Now you're going to play nice? Give me a break, that's not how you work. You don't care." Her words were full of venom. She wanted to shoot Revan down as quickly as she could.
Chuckling, Revan shook his head. If she wanted to play this game, then he'd let her have it. "My dear Bastila," he whispered, his body leaning closer to hers. "I'm not nice. But in here, you are safe, but if you insist, I can always hand you over to my men after all. I'm sure you know what they do to prisoners of war, don't you?" He asked. A smug look started to take over his features, the very features his mask hid.
Bastilas expression soon changed from one of annoyance to one of fear. The moment Revan made her think about what was done to others, it defeated her confidence. "Torture, death, maybe even worse..." Bastilas words were full of sorrow, even though she had never been there she's heard stories, stories from prisoners and other deserters of the war.
Revan watched as her expression changed. For a moment, he felt bad, but at the same time, he needed her to face reality and not some fairy tale that the jedi created. "That's right." He said in an approving tone, nodding. "You are safe here, Bastila. But don't mistake my kindness for weakness."
Bastilas' eyes hardened on him. She knew Revan was taunting her, but why? What did he have to gain while doing so? "The best way to show your kindness is by letting me go. Cause I will never join you. You are waisting your breath in here."
Shaking his head, Revan loved the way she acted the way she stood up for herself and what she believed in. She reminded him of himself all those years ago. How he continued to stand up for what she believed in even when the odds were against her. "Stubborn to the bone. No wonder you're the jedis favorite." He moved away from her and leaned onto the wall next to her."I was in the same shoes as you many years ago. Breaking the jedis manipulation isn't easy, but in time, you'll see the truth." He watched as she rolled her eyes. "You don't believe me?"
She hated this taunting tone he was using, and honestly, she wanted him to leave her alone. "I want you to leave me alone. All you are is a murderer. You betrayed everything you stood for. The Republic, the jedi, they all looked up to you. You were a hero, and you tainted that very name. By going to the mandolorian wars by turning to the dark side, you betrayed everything you stood for." Bastila was aiming to hurt him. To hurt his ego. She watched as his hands turned into fists, but she knew he wouldn't react too harshly.
Fumes of anger started to raid off of him, "You have no idea what those wars were like. Or the measures I had to take in order to save the galaxy from the mandolorians. If it weren't for me, the galaxy would be speaking mandolorian." He grabbed hold of her tunic, bringing the young woman closer to him. "The jedi did nothing when the Mandolorians invited. They sat on seats and did nothing. Thousands of jedi knew it was the wrong decision, so they went to war. You have no right to lecure me on the war, cause just like them if you believe what they did was-"
"They needed more time to analyze the situation! They would have acted if you hadn't intervened when you did!" Bastila defended. She tried to push herself away from him, but he didn't t let go.
"You are a fool if you believe that the jedi would have done anything. It's jedi like you who are the problem. You don't believe that the council is flawed!" He was angry, angry at being insulted most people under his rule knew to never stand up against him like this, but this young woman she was different she wasn't afraid of him.
"I know the council is flawed!" Bastila shouted back at him. "Most jedi my age know it! But the council will never listen to us! Especially Vrook, now let me go!" Bastilas hand moved into a fist before it moved to hit his shoulder. She knew it wouldn't do much, but it would get her point across.
Revan was partially stunned to know that she admitted that the council is flawed, but soon as he felt her fist hit his shoulder his anger grew once more, letting go of her tunic he grabbed hold of her throat like he did during their first battle, but he pushed her head into the wall making her groan in pain. "Careful jedi, know your place. I can end your existence in a matter of seconds." He felt her hands desperately claw at his, he watched as tears filled her eyes as she tried to get her breath, in honesty he wanted to keep pressing his fingers to her throat so he would no longer hear her insulting words. His eyes hardened on her, and a part of him wanted to end her, but he told himself that she was useful to his cause.
"L... let me go.." her words were now full of desperation. She was trying to get some air. Her face started to go pale, she really thought this was it until she felt Revans hand realse her. Falling to her knees going into a coughing fit while gasping for air.
Kneeling down, Revan grabbed hold of her chin. "I call all the shots here. You are to obey." He watched as her eyes narrowed he could tell that she was done with all of this. "Why do you keep fighting? You know that I could let you out of here if you just ooperate."
"I already told you, Revan." Bastila took a breath."I will never join you, I will not be involved with your empire where you kill thousands of innocent people every day." She shot at him, her glare hardened.
"Innocents die not by my choice." He responded,"They die because they do not understand what's good for them, and they get in the way."
"Then you are no better than the mandolorians." Bastila shot back before pulling her face away from his hold
Shaking his head, Revan, at this point, knew he was talking to a brick wall too stubborn to listen, too stuck up with her jedi pride. Her insulting words didn't help, and so he knew that he needed to leave to calm himself down. "I've had enough of you for today." Standing up, he couldn't promise himself that he wouldn't hurt the jedi if she continued to push his buttons. Walking towards the door, he had a sudden thought, and a smug look went onto his face. "During our duel, you said that the jedi would never stop hunting me if I killed you."
Bastilas face started to fill with confusion she had no idea what this had to do with anything. Sitting up straight, she took a deep breath. "What does that have anything to do with this?"
"I have an idea that would be more in your favor." He turned to face her, his hands moving behind his back. "If the jedi send a rescue team to save you, I will let you go with them.. however, if they don't... you join me. Sound like a deal?" His tone cold, he watched as suprise filled her features, but as quickly as it formed, he watched as it filled with disgust, but before she could answer him, he left the room. He had other matters to deal with than an annoying jedi.

Bastila sat in silence at Revans proposition. She hated the idea of joining him or having anything to do with his empire, but it also sounded too good to be true. He had to be lying, right? Or did he really believe that the jedi would abandon her? She didn't know, but she hoped she wasn't abandoned by the order she had given her life to. She slowly stood up, and after finally being left alone, it felt like she could finally breathe. Bastila walked to the washroom before stripping herself to go take a shower, her neck was red from where Revan had grabbed it, she hated that he skin was marked by him, Bastila knew it would fade but it changed nothing. Turning on the water, she set it to be cold to make sure she was still able to feel something.

It had been a few days since he had last seen Bastila. In honesty, he did it in order to let her think on her refusal to join him. He wanted to make her afraid to make it so she relied on him and possibly the empire itself. He knew it would take time, but so far, no jedi strike team came to rescue her. She would be tossed to the side like everyone else who was no longer of use to them. He was standing on the bridge of his ship. Over the last few days, he was able to settle down his empire, especially after some tried to rebel against him for keeping the jedi prisoner. He made an example out of everyone who didn't trust his judgement he hated to see his men go to waste, but he couldn't let another wanna be Malak come to life. He already had enough to deal with because of him. Especially after the bombardment of Telos, Revan remembered being so angry at Malak for the action, and when his apprentice had called him soft for not doing it himself, Revan had snapped back then. He remembered vividly cutting off his apprentices jaw to teach him a lession to show that he was not soft. The same thing happened to many more over the last few days.
He was about to turn around when he heard his commander speak, "Lord Revan, a republic ship is approaching our fleet awaiting your call."
Revan was surprised to say the least he looked at the ship. He now fully realized the importance of the jedi that was on his ship. His mind went immediately to the deal he made with Bastila. He couldn't just let her go, not when he was in the middle of trying to turn her to the dark side. "Shoot them down." His order was stern, sharp even. He was not gonna let this jedi go, especially now knowing that the republic still believes her to be alive they really want their only hope at winning the war back. Something Revan wouldn't allow to happen.
Within seconds, the Leviathan fired at the republic ship. It was too small to fight back against his fleet. He could tell it was just a strike team in an effort to get Bastila back. He knew if he shot any more down that they'd eventually give up and believe she is dead, it would only be a matter of time. "If any more republic ships come into our range, shoot them down. Do not hesitate, I can not afford to lose the jedi on our ship." He knew that his orders would be carried out without any hesitation, and so he left.

Bastila was sitting on the bed in silence. It was starting to drive her mad. The only time she saw anyone was when they'd bring her food. Revan hadn't come to see her in days. A part of her was glad, but another part of her wasn't. She wanted to talk to someone she wanted to feel less alone in this situation. She wanted someone to help her to give her advice to help her get out.
She was about to lay down when she noticed Revan entered her room. Her eyes narrowed. "After days, you finally decided to show up." Bastila commented sarcastically. She knew he'd show himself sooner than later, but she didn't want him here.
"Careful jedi, I know you remember what happened last time I visited you." He wanted to remind her to be nice. Walking closer to her, he leaned against the wall with his arms folded across his chest. "I assure you, my dear, that no strike team has come to rescue you. Perhaps you aren't as important to them as you thought you were."
Bastilas' expression went one from annoyed to devastated. She had been here for days, and not a single attempt was made to come rescue her? She didn't want to believe it, but the way Revan spoke, it sounded so true. She looked away from him she could feel her heart breaking. "No....no they care. They'll come.." Bastila tried to assure herself. She couldn't let what he said be true. She didn't want it to be.
"If they cared, they would have come by now and rescued you. You were just a tool for them to use. A wepon at the most, they don't care about you, Bastila. Can't you see that?" He questioned. "They sent you and your jedi companions to their deaths that day all for what? A desperate attempt to kill me? You are worth so much more than death. You deserve a chance to live your life the way you want. I can give you that chance."
"I will never join you, Revan." Bastila said sternly, her eyes moving to him. Some of his words hurt, they cut her like a knife, and yet she still wanted to fight back. She didn't want to believe that the jedi didn't care about her, but the evidence was right in front of her they weren't coming. When the realization hit her, it hit hard. She looked away from Revan, "Even if what you say is true, Revan... it won't convince me to join."
Revan sighed. It was clear that getting to her head would take a lot more than convincing,  but he could tell that he had won a small battle. He could tell that she was losing her faith in the jedi, which was something he wanted, this was just the start of her turning, and he was looking forward to her fully being on his side. "My dear Bastila, you know that the jedi won't save you. If they were going to, they would have come for you by now, and you know it." He moved a little closer, so he was kneeling in front of her. "How much more do you need to join me? I can give you whatever you want."
"I don't want anything from you, Revan." Bastila shot back before scooting over to stand up and move away from him. Being this close to the dark lord was uncomfortable, to say the least. Her heart started to pound within her chest when she saw Revan stand from his position. Him chuckling also didn't help the feeling in her chest to the point where she felt that she had to hold her breath, like he was a predator looking for its prey.
"Now I know that's not true, Bastila. You want out of this cell, but I can not let you out unless you join me." He sighed, "the jedi had left you to die. How many times must I tell you this? They aren't coming for you. The only person who can save you from this imprisonment is yourself, and it's just as easy as joining me. Cause I do not want to hurt you, but if I have to, I will." His voice was now threatening, but he didn't see fear come from the jedis eyes only determination. He could admire that. The more he talked to her, the more she reminded him of himself. The stubbornness, the willingness to not let anyone decide their fate, and just her attitude. He knew he could make her a great asset if she would just give in.
Bastila had folded her arms across her chest. If Revan wanted to, he would have harmed her a long time ago. Which made her wonder why he didn't he do it? She knew he could easily take her to his men where she could be tortured and lured to the dark side that way, but he didn't. It confused her, and even with his threat, it didn't scare her. Only made her want to push further to see how he would react to certain things. "I will not fall to convincing words or false promises, I know where I stand, I know where I belong, and it is not with your empire." She looked right at his visor, trying to picture his eyes, his face, hair, all of it, but she couldn't. "Torture will not make me fall. The jedi will come for me in a matter of time. And if you don't believe me, that's fine, but this is my promise I will get out of here."
Revan could only hum in thought, her words sounded convincing, but he knew that the jedi wouldn't last long if she was tortured, he knew it would be the best way to turn her, but at the same time he didn't want to leave her with his men where anything could happen. He took a few steps forward till he was only a foot and a half away from her. "Bold words, I admire that.." he felt her eyes on him, watching his every move, and honestly, it made him more aware of what he was doing, but at the same time, he wasn't sure what he was doing. He rarely ever spent any time with his prisoners. He was about to speak once more when he saw her hands moving up. For a second, he was faced with confusion until he realized her intent. Quickly, he grabbed hold of her wrists, holding them as tightly as he could. He watched as her expression tensed up. "Learn your place, jedi, or I will teach it to you." He hissed. This woman just tried to remove his mask and take advantage of the situation. He wasn't gonna let that happen. No one had seen him without the mask since the mandolorian wars. The last two people who had seen him without it were Meetra and Alek.
Bastila gasped when Revan had grabbed hold of her wrists, pain shot throughout her entire body. She realized that it was too late to take back what she was trying to do, but she couldn't help it. She wanted to know what he looked like under that mask. "Let me go," Bastila demanded as she tried to hide the pain in her expressson.
Revans grib did not losen in reality he only tightened his grip. He pulled her closer to him so that he could whisper into her ear, further proving how powerles she was."Make me jedi... after all, you can't have everything in life." Revan watches as the woman struggled against his grip, attempting to pull her wrists free or even by attacking him, but it was futile, the more she moved the harder he gripped her wrists, in reality he wanted to keep going until her bones snapped.
Bastila whined before her body forced itself onto her knees, "Let... let me go, please..." Bastila pleaded. It wasn't like her, but there was only so much pain she could take.
The moment she started pleading was when Revan let her go, he watched as she brought her arms to her chest, her body moving to protect them, he didn't realize what had came over him in that moment. He was just so angry that she had tried to remove his mask that he acted, but at the same time, he could use this situation to benefit him. Kneeling down, he took hold of her chin, making her look at him. "This is your last chance to join me, Bastila." Revan stated in a cold tone.
"I will never join a monster." Bastila snapped back at him, moving her chin to be released from his grip. "All you cause is death and destruction. Had you surrendered, none of this would be happening."
Revan could only shake his head, the jedi and their refusal to kill their prisoners. They only made themselves weak, and now it was time for him to exploit that weakness. He was sick of her attitude and the defiance. Even if it was amusing, he could only take so much before it became aggravating. "Insult me all you want, Jedi." He hissed,"but I want you to know that it is your fault for what I'm gonna do next." He took hold of her face again this time his hold tighter than what it was before.
"What are you going to do?" Bastila questioned.
"Destory the jedi order." He responded. He watched as she shook her head as horror filled her eyes.
"No, you can't!" Bastila shouted. "There's children and thousands of innocents."
"And yet they follow blindly to the council. As do you. Don't get me wrong, I've been planning this for months, but you... you've escalated my plans." Forcing her to stand up, he pushed her into the wall, trying to leave her weak.
"Please, I'll do anything!" Bastila begged, but it was futile his mind was already made up.
"Your chance is over jedi, you may not believe I won't kill you but that doesn't mean I won't do it to the ones you love!." Pushing against her one last time Revan turned to leave he knew she'd follow.
As soon as Revan made his way to the door, Bastila rushed after him but was only a second too slow, milliseconds after Revan left the door closed. Bastilas fist hit the door. "No!" She yelled. "No...." She put her forehead to the door before falling onto her knees. Because of her, everyone she loved would be gone, 'no,' she told herself. This was all Revan. He was the one who put her in this situation, but it was also because her strike team had failed. Maybe it was her fault.

Fuming with anger even if he didnt let it be known to the jedi, Revan made his way to the bridge. Many froze as he passed as if they the anger raiding off of him made everyone turn into ice. Forcing the door open, Revan looked to his commander, who looked surprised at Revans sudden appearance. "Kill all of the jedi on Coruscant. Do not harm civilians unless they get in the way. This will serve as a warning to Dantooine and any other jedi that we are coming for them next."

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It had been three days since he had ordered the attack. Since he had last seen the jedi prisoner. He couldn't promise himself that he wouldn't hurt her, and so leaving her alone and letting his nerves calm down even if they were still anything but calm. So far over half of the jedi had been killed in the jedi temple, he himself had led part of the attack, but he didn't stay for too long due to his concern over the prisoner and what his men could possibly do to her if he wasn't watching. A small part of him wanted to give up and just kill her or torture her till she turned, but at the same time he had convinced himself that her mental health was far more important if he was to get her to turn her back on the jedi. Putting a hand to his mask, this was one of the few times where he had no idea what to do. He wanted to see her, but at the same time, he was sure that she did not want him there. After what he had done to her people, he wouldn't blame her. At the same time, for the sake of his empire, he knew it had to be done. The jedi was only gonna get in his way to protect the galaxy. They were too nice to understand that there were greater threats out there in the galaxy than him. The mandolorians were just proof of that, and the jedis refusal to help with that war was even further proof that they needed to be destroyed. Had the jedi order actually stepped into the war, maybe things would have looked differently for himself and Malak. Maybe he wouldn't have made this empire, but even if he wanted to change things, he wouldn't. He knew it had to go down the way it did. To get rid of powers that did not care to get rid of people who were abusing their abilities, abusing every aspect of their peoples life's just cause they had power. Looking to his commander, Revan gave a slight nod to let his commander know that he would be leaving the bridge for some time. He couldn't help himself but check on his jedi prisoner. 

Bastila had felt completely and utterly alone over the past few days. No one spoke to her, and the attacks that were happening only managed to make her feel sick to her stomach. She wishes she could have done something to save them all from this fate. If only she hadn't failed her mission, they wouldn't be in this situation right now. She'd be on Dantooine training for her next mission and prepping for the next battle until the jedi were done doing whatever it would be with Revan. Sighing Bastila was tired, bags were under her eyes, and her hair was a mess, but not a terrible one where knots would form, just all over her face. Pulling her knees to her chest, she rested her face there as the silence engulfed her. It was too quiet that it left her with her thoughts, let her soak within her own failures, and her loneliness. How long would it be until Revan turned his attention to Dantooine? How long until he no longer has any use for her and he kills her. She had no idea, other than she hated the situation she was in and wanted it to be over. She hated being alone in all of this. Closing her eyes, she sighed and accepted the silence, but that silence did not live very long. 

Her head lifted up as soon as she heard the door open. At first, she thought it was a guard bringing her food that she hadn't been touching. However, it was Revan. The only thing she could do was frown and shake her head. He was the last person she wanted to see, but at the same time, she was sick of sitting in the silence being alone. It was a delema that she didn't want to be in. 

From where he stood, he could see the depression and guilt that had taken over her features. It only made him frown and feel bad for what he had done. He didn't want to see her this way. He could also see her wrists that were bruised. He felt bad for even making those marks on her. Revan was about to walk forward when he saw a plate of food that hadn't been touched. How long had she been starving herself? It only made him feel more and more guilty. Carefully, he pushed the tray of food to the side before walking towards her. As he got closer, he could see the exasution in her features. Kneeling down, Revan brought his hand up to move some stray hairs out of her face, but he frowned soon as she pulled away from his touch. Of course, she wouldn't want him touching her after all he had just done, Revan wasn't sure how to help or even comfort her, and if she asked him to leave, he would. "Are you alright? I can tell you haven't been eating or sleeping." 

Bastila only pushed herself a little further from Revan when he spoke, she wanted him to go but at the same time she didn't want him to go, she wanted company even if it was from her sworn enemy. "I sleep enough and eat when I'm hungry, and I'm not hungry." Bastila spoke before looking away from him. Even if she wanted company, it didn't mean she had to be nice to him. 

Revan sighed he could tell that she wasn't sleeping or eating enough, but he wasn't going to push for her to eat and sleep it wouldn't be right of him to do so. After all, he wanted to let the jedi have the freedom to choose except if it came down to her leaving his ship. That was a definite no. Standing up, he sat down beside her he wasn't sure if she was okay with this, but he was going to do it anyway. "How are you holding up?" He asked even though he could tell that she wasn't doing too well. 

Bastila looked over to Revan like he was stupid. How could he not tell that she wasn't doing alright. She knew it was written all over her features, and yet he asked this ridiculous of a question. "How do you think I'm doing after you killed my allies? Let me feel every single one of their deaths through the force? How do you think I'm doing after all that? After believing that all you've done is mg fault cause I failed... Why are you even here cause this can't be out of the goodness of your own heart." 

Revan soon shook his head, "Look.... please don't feel guilty about what I did. It wasn't your fault. It was my decision to do it. I was going to do it anyways, don't blame yourself for what happened." However, it was the next part of her sentence that he didn't know how to respond to. Was he doing this out of the goodness of his heart? He just wanted to make sure really that she was still alive afterall he didn't want her rotting in a cell to the point she died. "In truth, Bastila. There is no good in me. All I do is for benefit, but coming here to you right now isn't." Who was he kidding? He was here because he wanted to turn her to the darkside and have her be his perfect little follower. 

Suprise filled Bastilas features when he said that he was here for a different reason. At first, she couldn't believe it and that he was just toying with her. She had no idea, but at the same time, she didn't want to believe that he was doing anything to help her out, but she thought of the excuse as utterly ridiculous. "Well, I'm fine." Bastila spoke in her usual stubborn tone. Getting up, Bastila walked to the furthest corner of the room to stay away from Revan afterall last time they spoke, he almost choked her to death. "If you're not here to torment me, then why are you here?" Bastila questioned. 

Revan only sighed at the jedis question. Resting one of his arms on his knee, he spoke up, "Look, I'm done trying to turn you." No, he wasn't, "I realized that it was pointless and that you are strong-willed, stubborn to the bone even. Any other jedi would have turned by now." Sighing, he stood up from the bed, but he didn't move closer to her due to her creating as much distance from him as possible. He couldn't blame her, especially after the last time he was here. "What I don't understand... is why you keep going? Why do you give your life to an order who doesn't care about you?" He asked. 

Bastila had her arms wrapped around herself as Revan stood, she was afraid of him, but at the same time she didn't want to show it, and so if she wrapped her arms around herself she could play it off as being cold. "Why does it matter to you? You already know I won't join, so why won't you accept it? I don't need reasons." Her attitude was the same as always. She wanted out of here. She wanted to go home. She hated being a prisoner of war. If only Revan could just let her go, but she knew he never would. 

Shaking his head, he should have known Bastila wasn't gonna give him an answer. "Look, I'm not gonna hurt you anymore, Bastila." He rarely used her name like this, and honestly, it even made him uncomfortable with how soft it was. "I just wanna understand you better. I wanna understand why you keep going. How you haven't broken yet even though I've put you through hell." In truth, he wanted this information to help him find ways to turn her to his cause. So far, from what he could tell is that when she is loyal to a cause, she believes in it will hard to change her mind and convince her otherwise. It was something he needed within his empire or even a new apprentice afterall Malak was becoming more and more arrogant. 

Bastila looked at him a little confused. Why did he seem like he cared all of a sudden? First, by asking when he came in and now, she wasn't used to it. Revan was showing a side of himself that she would have never expected, and so she indulged, "My whole life, I've been a part of the order." She paused to take in her own words, "Ever since I was young, I've always been different within the order. But the jedi saw potential in me, I showed promise. I have mastered the art of battle meditation, turned the tied of this war numerous times over." She turned her body slightly so she wasn't looking at him no more, but he could tell that he was listening to what she had to say. "The jedi order has been my whole life since... since I was taken." 

This one part Revan started to take in deeply. He could tell that she was getting into something different, "Before you joined the order?" By watching what he could see by her expression, he could tell it was hitting some feelings that would be crucial to having her turn. 

Nodding slightly, Bastila tried to remember when she was a child when she adored her father like no other, "I restented my mother growing up... for all that she made my father do. She pressured him into treasurehunting to fifull her need for riches while depleting his own... when the jedi came... she gave me to them willingly, I remember missing my father terrible." Hurt filled her tone as she remembered her past, "but I knew that the jedi would give me a better life, and they did. I had stability, I had people to be around... then the mandolorian wars came around." She paused."I was almost recruited into the war by your apprentice. But I begged in that room, begged the jedi not to go, but they went anyway." 

Revan couldn't help but raise his brow when the young woman spoke about being a part of the recruiting process by his apprentice at that. It made him wonder why she didn't join in the first place cause she had the option, but never took the chance. But at the same time, had she joined the war, he didn't know if she'd even be alive or if they'd even met. The force had it's own reasons to keep them apart until their meeting weeks ago, but he couldn't pinpoint it. "Why didn't you join the war?" He asked."You would have been seen as a hero across the galaxy if you did." 

Bastila now had turned her head to Revan, she sighed right before she answered "I didn't join cause I trusted the will of the council, I trusted their wisdom, when they said not to join the war cause of what it may do, but also so they could analyze the situation better I believed them. You were seen as a hero by the republic and its people, but to the jedi, you were too far gone, just like your friend Meetra."

His heart almost skipped a beat when she spoke the name of his old friend. He had almost forgotten about her after he had practically left her for dead on Malacor V. The fact that this jedi even knew of her was surprising, due to him and Malak being the heads of the war effort. Meetra was a pawn in the war but also his friend. "I remember her.. we were all called back to the jedi after the end of the war, she was the only one who went back. What ever happened to her? Is she still-" 

"No" Bastila interrupted Revan. "After she returned to the jedi, they exiled her from the order, I don't know where she went or where she is now, all I know is that she's gone." 

Revan tried his best to contain his anger towards the jedi, but all he could do was feel bad for Meetra. If only he had convinced her to go with him he could have helped her but he only saw her as a shell of her former self after the mass shaddow generator was activated. Turning back to Bastila he walked up to her so he could look right at her, "don't you see Bastila that is a sign that the jedi do not stand for what they did. When one of their members went to them for help all they did was cast them to the side as if they were nothing." He hissed. "She was broken and they threw her away as if she was nothing. They did the exact same thing to you Bastila but you refuse to see it. Them sending you here was a death wish from the get go, nothing good was gonna come out of it." He tried to convince her. "The jedi can't help their own so why would they even help themselves?" 

Bastila looked away from him as he questioned her, it was something she wasn't used to. She should have, but he was trying to make her see that the jedi had issues. Issues that she acknowledged but would never admit to him. Maybe other members of the order, but she knew that the council wouldn't let go of their power and even though she trusted them with her life. She knew that one day her generation of jedi needed to take their places and insure that the galaxy is a safe place for the rest of time. "Look, I know that the council has issues.. but at the same time I can be the hero that the galaxy needs. I can show the council that I can be exactly what they needed. Show the republic that someone is strong enough to lead them to victory, strong enough to ensure the safety of the galaxy." Bastila pressed, she looked up at Revan her gaze full of determination after so many feelings of guilt and depression it felt so good for her to experience a different emotion after days of not doing so.

"You can still be the hero the galaxy needs Bastila." Revan spoke up, his hand slowly moving up to move a stray hair away from her face. He didn't know why but he couldn't help himself. There was something about her that drew him to her. Was this one of those things? "The republic is failing and losing by the day. The jedi are almost no more Bastila it's proof that they are on the losing side. Bastila you can still be a hero. Let me lead you to that path." He begged. For a moment he saw her thinking and while she was he thought he had won, however he needed a verbal conformation in order to do so. 

Bastila was silent for a long time, his words were convincing no wonder he was able to get so many jedi to join his cause during the mandolorian wars. "I.. I'll have to think about it." 

Revan saw this as a win especially because Bastila was going to think on it. It was all that he needed it was a good reassurance to have. "Good. I'll look forward to your decision tomorrow my dear Bastila." Revan was about to turn and walk away, he was able to make it to the door when he heard her speak.

"Revan.." her voice was soft, uncertain even. She watched as he turned around to look at her. "I know this is an odd request but... I've been in here for weeks with absolutely nothing to do but mope around. I would like to go on a walk... please."

 Revan stood frozen for a moment he wasn't sure what to think of this request. Especially after what she had been putting him through he wasn't expecting her to ask for something as simple as a walk. Thinking about it for a moment he supposed that she wouldn't have too much to worry about. Afterall she had no where to go, and even if she tried to run there would be no escape. Slowly Revan started to nod in approval. He watched as the woman's face slowly turned into a smile. Something about that smile, he wanted to see it again, and he had no idea why. 

The walk was silent for the longest of times. Revan had his arms folded every so often he would look over to Bastila he could tell that she was content with the walk. They passed by many windows, the attack on coruscant still taking place. He could tell that every time they passed it she would turn her head away so she wouldn't have to look at the sight. He wondered how this walk made her feel, but at the same time he wasn't going to ask. He liked the silence, he didn't have to deal with her insulting him or her trying to manipulate him to letting her go. Of course that would never work, he was smarter than that. 

Bastilas eyes were all over the hallways, she knew that running would be pointless that he would catch her the moment she attempted to do so. If only she could escape, the sight of Corsucant made her sick to her stomach especially because Revan wasn't done with the attacks. She could still feel every single death that happened through the force. Every one made her feel worse, she just wanted it all to stop, even if she begged Revan to she doubted that he would that he would take more enjoyment by watching her beg on her knees rather than promising to stop the attacks. For a moment she looked over to Revan, wondering what was going on inside his had, she knew he wouldn't let her out of his sight, but she was greatful for this walk. The walk was nice even if it wasn't in the ideal location. 

"Have you ever wondered what you're life would have looked like had you never joined the order or if you left it?" Revan suddenly asked looking at the young woman stopping in his tracks. He watched the surpsie fill her features before it changing into a thought. He didn't know why but he didn't want to sit on silence with her any longer. 

Bastila didn't know what to think of the unexpected question. In honesty she never had thought about it until Revan mentioned it. She thought long and hard, about it, but nothing came to her head. "I don't know. My entire life from the moment I was taken to the jedi I knew it was my destiny. I had to become a jedi I knew I had some greater purpose. To think of a life outside of the jedi I just. I can't imagine it." She answered as honesty as she possibly could, "I guess I would have stayed with my parents until I was old enough to no longer be there. But I'm not sure what my life would look like." Her head turned to look at him her right hand resting on top of her left arm. It wasn't like her to be like this all the time, but who could blame her being Revans prisoner wasn't always the best but this moment this walk was nice. "What about you?" She asked. 

Revan wasn't expecting the question to be turned back onto him. But he knew had had those thoughts. Thoughts of being untouched by war or the jedi order. To live a normal life, maybe then he would have known his parents or just been a normal citizen. "I've thought about it a few times I've wondered what it would be like to live a normal life to live without war, but at the same time I know that this was the path chosen for me by the force. That I'm doing this for a reason beyond so many peoples understanding. Even you truly don't understand why I'm doing all of this.." he sighed soon his back leaned against the wall as he looked out to the window infront of him he was staring to get sick of the sight himself but he knew he had to keep the attack going, cause if he didn't he knew many would start to question his rule. It was the last thing he wanted to happen. Especially cause Malak would attempt to lead a revolt against him. Now thinking about it, he remembered something he had heard over the cameras, something that didn't hit him until now. He looked over to Bastila, he wanted to know what the jedi were trying to accomplish by sending them here. "What was your mission here Bastila?" He asked "Why did the jedi send you here?"

Bastila dreaded this question, it was the last thing that she wanted to answer but she guessed that with the jedi no longer being around especially after the attacks on the jedi. "We were sent there to capture you alive." Bastila spoke softly as ever. 

Revan wanted to laugh at this, it sounded so ridiculous, "capture me alive what where they even hoping to achieve?" He questioned. But then it hit him, if the jedi were able to capture him, then they would by themselves time, until Malak took over. "What were they planning?" He pushed now walking closer to her. 

Bastila looked down as Revan approached her, "the.. the jedi were going to turn you against your empire... make you into a tool. I was against the idea, it was against the code, they wanted to reporgam your mind in order to turn the tides. I knew it was a bad idea but I went along with it anways..."

Revan felt like he couldn't breathe, but he wouldn't let it be known. He couldn't even imagen his old masters doing this to him. Yet at the same time the way her words were spoken, he could tell that she was telling the truth even when he didn't want her to. "They only wanted to by their time in the war cause they knew that without me things would crumble until Malak took over." Shaking his head he was angry, angry that the council would do this stepping away from her, he didn't want to hurt her simply because she was a pawn to the jedi council. "This is why the jedi deserve death! They are so willing to discard their members to get what they want. They never cared about you, they only cares about using me against my own empire." He was done with all of this right now and it wasn't even her fault. Turning back to her, seeing her head down it made his expression soften. He had no idea why she held that affect on him, but he wouldn't say it out loud. Hearing footsteps approaching Revan knew he had to think fast, he looked down the hall and counted about twenty of his men. He couldn't let them hear her, let alone see her in the open. Pushing her into a corner he watched as confusion hit her features before he whispered to her, "I think we should take you back to your cell." 

"But I wanna continue my walk.." Bastila was interrupting by him putting his finger up. At first she was about to push it away, until she watched as Sith troopers and Acolytes passed the two of them. One of them caught her eye however, his yellow eyes glaring right into her own gray ones. She didn't know why but that gaze scared her, soon her eyes went back to Revan. Slowly she nodded in agreement, he probably suggested it in order to make sure that she Sith wouldn't hear her, but also wouldn't question him on why she was out of her cell.

In silence the two walked back to her cell. It was disappointing that she had to go back because it was the last thing she wanted to do, but she accepted it anyways. "Thank you for letting me go on this walk." Bastila spoke she didn't know why but even though the walk with Revan had an uncomfortable moment she enjoyed the time she had with him. 

Revan slowly nodded "You're welcome. Have a goodnight Bastila ill check on you in the morning." Slowly Revan made his way out of her cell, he didn't know why but his connection with her was growing stronger, he could use it to his advantage if he wanted to, but he wouldn't not yet. He himself didn't know what he was doing with her. He wanted to turn her to his cause, but as each day passes he wasn't sure how successful he would be. Shaking his head he had to let it go for the night even if it wasn't the best. Hitting his comlink he ordered a medical droid to the jedis cell to adminster a drug to help her sleep. He knew over since ordering the attack she wasn't able to sleep, and he'd be damned if he let her go crazy by being sleep deprived. Walking away from her cell he was excited for whatever choice she would make. 

The Acolyte walked into his own private quarters, he knew exactly what he saw. He saw Revan with the jedi prisoner. He was assigned to spy on Revan to find any of his weakness for Malak and for months he had nothing until now. Setting his bag down onto his bed, he closed his eyes letting the dark side flow through him. He was most excited about this set of news because he never expected Revan of all people to become so fond of a prisoner. He knew full well that she should have been sent to be tortured long ago in order to have her join the dark side. It proved that Revan was weak. Grabbing his holo pad he set it down onto his desk, pressing a single button it rang for a few moments until it didn't. The acolyte went to his knee in a kneeling position, he knew his Master was on the other side. 

"Speak Acolyte" Spoke a somewhat robotic voice. 

"Lord Malak. It seems I have found a weakness within Revan." The Acolyte spoke looking up at the man. He analyzed the metal jaw that was put in place after Revan had cut it off so long ago. 

Malak was silent for a second, for so long he was waiting to find a weakness within his master, and so sending a spy was the best corse of action to do so. "This is exactly what I have been needing acolyte in order to prove that Revan is weak and that he is no longer fit to rule. What is it that you have found?" 

"It seems to me that lord Revan has become quite fond of a jedi prisoner. She has been here for weeks, but there is no signs of torture or any signs of the dark side within her lord Malak." He paused for a second thinking of his next words. "Not long ago I had spotted the two walking around the halls even having a civil conversation. He let her stand away from him in the open without any restraints. I think that this jedi is making Revan weak or turning him to the light." 

Malak thought for a second this was an interesting development one he was not expecting but at the same time he could use it to his advantage. "Prepare for my arrival in about a week. I wanna meet this jedi prisoner, and if Revan hasn't turned her by the time I arrive I will take matters into my own hand and turn her myself or kill her. If you are right acolyte, and this jedi is Revans weakness she'll be a perfect tool to use against him." For the first time in a long time Malak laughed, not one that was from a joke, but one full of sadism, he was excited for this moment. This would be the reason for Revans downfall and he would prove who is the dark lord of the sith. 

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Revan could barely rest that night, he hoped that the Jedi would join him in his cause but at the same time deep down he felt that she wouldn’t join him, but all he could do was hope. Hope that she would make the right decision to join him, it was the only way she could get out of her situation and have the freedom that the Jedi refused to let her have. He had learned long ago that the Jedi only cared about control, and if they could control their members they would have an order where no one would question their authority and live under a dogmatic view of the Jedi code. He sighed, Revan could only give her a choice, he wanted her to choose, unlike himself, he had become the dark lord to make sure no one else would, to protect the galaxy from an evil that he couldn’t help but feel was out there. He had no evidence of this besides what he had found on Rekkiad when he had hidden Mandolores mask in the tomb of a man named Lord Dramath. But after that traveling to the unknown regions with Alek was now a blur as if it was blocked by his mind, he had no idea why, but he’d find the answers as soon as Malak was no longer a threat.
He had no idea how long he had been sitting there thinking about his past with no answers coming to his mind, he had to let it go for the time being, he looked at the time, it was still early morning, he didn’t want to worry the Jedi with her fate, but at the same time, he couldn’t help it. His mind was dying for an answer, why did he care so much? Before he knew it, he was at the Jedi’s cell, he was about to enter when he noticed that she was still sleeping, a frown filled his face as he studied her features. She looked so relaxed as if she had nothing to worry about, that everything was okay. He wished that he had the luxury, of living without worry, yet at the same time, he wouldn’t trade anything for what he had. He had all the power he needed at his fingertips, not only that he had a whole empire to run, and even if he wanted to let go of it all he had duties to his people, and the galaxy itself. Shaking his head out of thought he looked at Bastila once more, he decided that it was best not to disturb her while she was still sleeping, there was no reason to force her to answer him while she was waking up. Turning to his guard he spoke. “Inform me when she wakes up, I have something important to talk to her about.”
“Yes My lord” The soldier spoke, he didn’t understand the importance of this Jedi, but he was not in any position to question Revans leadership even if it wasn’t something he agreed with. In honestly if the fate of this Jedi was up to him he would have killed her long ago. If she didn’t join them then there was no use for her if she wouldn’t join them. She was becoming a liability to the Sith, a waste of their resources, but Revan demanded that she be treated fairly, human not as a creature that posed an immediate threat to them. He didn’t understand the motive, but he was sure Revan was doing what he was doing for a reason, and that was enough for him.
“Thank you.” Revan rarely thanked his soldiers, but this Jedi was affecting him which he didn’t think was possible. Walking away Revan had his arms rested behind his back, it was silent in the halls, peaceful. Revan always thought it was odd when things were this quiet he was used to a chaotic lifestyle one full of war and death. It was the only thing he had known for the last few years as if he was made for the lifestyle of war. When this war comes to an end and no more existed he doubted that he would know what to do. He knew he wouldn’t be able to stay in one place for too long. He wasn’t fit for the lifestyle of peace. The only thing he could hear was his footsteps as he walked down the empty hallways, he was sure that the Sith were training and soldiers were at their posts. He walked deep within his ship, parts of it where no one went, there was one room. One room that radiated with the dark side, he was always so drawn to it due to him putting what he could find into the room, he considered himself a collector to some degree. Walking into the room Revan was quick to take off his mask and put it down on a nearby desk, his right hand moved to push the hood off his head letting his hair be free. His eyes moved around the room as he went deeper into it. Walking over to a shelf pulling a book out of it. The book was old and covered with dust, due to Revan not touching it in a very long time, blowing off the dust, he knew that this book could help him find any information about what he had found or what his brain had lost while he was in the unknown regions afterall he had found it in the tomb of Lord Dramath the Second.

Malak stood on the bridge of his flagship his arms were folded across his chest, and his breathing was steady, even with the built-up anger within him. He didn’t understand what Revan was doing with a Jedi prisoner outside her cell. However, his informant had mentioned that the Jedi was Bastila Shan. He remembered her, he remembered how she had begged her former Jedi allies to stay faithful to the Jedi and not to go to war with the Mandalorians cause the Jedi council had demanded it. He thought she was weak at the time, and she still was, but he knew that she was a thorn in the empire's side with her battle meditation abilities. It was the whole reason why he tried to recruit her in the first place, yet even though she refused to join they still gained a powerful asset with Meetra. Even though he could care less about what happened to her now sometimes he wondered if she would still stand by Revan even though he was showing signs of weakness. Malak would make Revan regret that weakness along with making him regret chopping his jaw off. His mind went back to Revans prisoner though, she was a master at battle meditation, and the more he thought about her the more ideas popped into his head. He could turn her himself and have her be loyal only to him. Use her against Revan by having her use her abilities to help aid him in a duel against his master. He could picture it, the sweet sensation of Vicotry filled his mind. He could care less about how long it would take to get the Jedi to join him after all no one could withstand torture for long. He would make sure Revan would not know, make it so all of Revans attention was on something else, but what? He could make Revan worry for the woman's life, but he wasn’t sure how tied Revan was to the woman. He could have the empire attacked and distract Revan long enough to get the woman to join him. He would make up his mind when the time came, for now, he had to act. Turning to his trusted commander Saul he spoke “Inform Revan that I will be going to pay him for a visit.”
Saul had always been a respected general, even when he served in the Mandalorian wars he had many people look up to him. He knew he was a cruel person, but it was needed. He knew that if the men under his command didn’t listen they were doomed to fail. He was standing behind Malak as he looked out to the distance, they were over the planet of Rakata Prime. His eyes were tracing over the planet than the Star Forge when he heard Malak's voice. Confusion filled his features, “My lord?” he spoke. He wasn’t expecting this demand so suddenly, the two rarely interacted now ever since Revan had cut off his master's jaw.
“You heard me commander,” Malak spoke turning to look at Saul, “I need you to inform Revan that I will be arriving.” he didn’t wait for Saul to give him an answer he just left to make his way to the hanger. He knew that the trip would take hours to happen but he didn’t care he was more excited about the confrontation that is to come.
Saul sighed as Malak walked away sometimes that man terrified him, it didn’t help due to Malak's threat of killing him if he didn’t follow orders to bombard Telos. He knew it was to rebel against Revan, and he knew Revan was angry about it and even pushed Malak, but it wasn’t enough to calm him. Turning to another officer he nodded to patch him through with Revans commander. He only waited for a minute for a signal to be given to speak. “This is Admiral Saul Karath does anyone read?” he asked.
“This is the commander Kalar of the Leviathan what can I do for you admiral?” He asked. Part of him was confused about why Karath was contacting them, Malak very rarely interacted with Revan anymore, so to have contact with his admiral was more than surprising.
“Lord Malak has asked me to inform lord Revan that Malak would be arriving within the next few hours, is there any way I can inform him myself?” He asked. Saul always preferred working with Revan over Malak, he knew why Revan had assigned him to Malak to watch over him to make sure that Malak didn’t do anything to overthrow Revans lead, but he had failed with Telos, and ever since Revan didn’t want him back.
“I'm sorry to inform you Admiral Lord Revan right now is not available, but I can inform him myself when he is free. I’m sure you’d understand, Revan is a busy man.” The commander spoke confidently his arms resting behind his back.
Saul had internally cursed himself he wished he would have been able to deliver the news himself, but this would have to do “That is fine” Saul grumbled. He wished Revan was there cause he was sick of serving Malak but he supposed that it would not end any time soon.

Bastilas eyes started to open up slowly, for a moment she thought everything she had just gone through was a bad dream, but as soon as she looked around the room the hopes of being back on Dantooine came crashing down. She could only sign, she knew that Revan would come to visit her sooner than later to ask if she had made her decision, in reality, she hadn’t she had gone straight to sleep as soon as Revan left her alone. She didn’t want to think about what was happening even if he was suddenly being kind to her, it wouldn’t convince her. In that split second Bastila had made her decision, she wouldn’t help Revan he would use her against the republic. Sitting up, she let her legs move to the side of her bed. Her hands rested in her lap, her eyes looking down at them. What would Revan say to her choice? Would he torture her? She honestly doubted it, but she couldn’t be one hundred percent sure. She wanted to go back, she wanted to make sure that what remained of the Jedi was okay, she doubted it, but she was also sure that they were trying to fix the damage and look for any survivors.
Revan was rushing towards the cell block when he was informed that Bastila was awake, a part of him was nervous another part was excited he didn’t know why he felt this way, but he did. He suspected cause he would know her choice. If she joined him he could immediately start to teach her the ways of the dark side and make her a better apprentice than Malak had ever hoped to be. He knew that she would be far more powerful than Malak, and unlike Malak, he would be far more careful with her. Spend more time with her in order to make sure that she wouldn’t follow the same path Malak did. Cause Revan felt responsible for why Malak was the way he was. Revan had brought him down the path of the dark side, but at the same time, it was also Malak who allowed the dark side to corrupt him the way he did. Revan also suspected that with Malak's obsession with the Star Forge also kept pulling him to the dark side due to it utilizing it in order to make Revans fleets. It was a weapon of the dark side, it was the very reason why his army had grown so strong so fast. He knew he had to do what he was doing, and hopefully, he would be able to share this information with her. She’d be the reason why he would be able to win, with her in his thoughts he finally found himself in her cell. With a deep breath, he opened up her cell. He watched as Bastilas gaze met his own. He paused swallowing hard he didn’t know why but the moment she looked at him it made him nervous, shaking the feeling he finally spoke, he didn’t want to worry her about her decision so he wanted to make some simple small talk before doing so. “How did you sleep?” he asked in the most sincere voice he could muster.
Bastila knew her alone time was too good to be true when Revan had walked into her cell. Yet she was faced with a question she wasn’t expecting to be faced with, his tone was like the day before. Parts of her still couldn’t understand it, he was the dark lord of the Sith, being kind to her. Asking her questions that she didn’t think were even possible out of a man like him. “I slept fine.” She spoke her tone saddened with the thoughts of her dreams. She had dreamed about being under the warm sun of Dantooine with her Jedi masters training, and even wondering the planes of the planet, exploring the caves even finding kyber crystals. She envisioned herself as a master within the order within a few year's time, with nothing being able to stand in her way, and yet she was still in a cell imprisoned by Revan.
Revan had caught onto her somber tone, and it made him frown, he didn’t know why but he wanted to ask her what was wrong. He cared for reasons he didn’t understand himself. He kept telling himself that it was because she was useful to him and her mental health mattered more than anything else, but as more time went on he was becoming less convinced by it. He definitely needed some time away from his ship to put him back into the right state of mind. The mindset of the dark lord of the Sith. “Are you alright?” As soon as the words left his mouth he cussed himself he sounded too nice.
Bastila sat there frozen for a moment, she didn’t know if she even wanted to tell him what she had dreamed about. Even if it would more than likely would make her feel better, she felt odd about it, this caring nature from Revan wasn’t something she was really expecting from him. “I... I don’t know.” she answered, she doubted Revan wanted to hear about her dreams anyways.
Revan frowned at the answer she had given him, it was clear that she more than likely didn’t trust him with this information. He couldn’t blame her if that was the case especially cause she probably believed that he would use the information against her to find some way to harm her. “Would you be more willing to talk if we walked?” He asked, if taking her on walks was the only way he could really get her to open up then he would. He watched as she nodded a part of him saw this as a success. Stepping to the side he watched as she stood up and made her way towards him, leading his arm out he directed her in the direction he wanted her to walk. “So what's bothering you?” he asked.
Bastila could only sigh as Revan asked the same question just in a different way, “I guess there really is no way I can hide it from you.” pausing Bastila thought about her words trying to figure out how she wanted to tell him about her dreams. “I dreamed that I was back on Dantooine… where my mission had been a success, that the Jedi on Coruscant had been fine.” she paused looking over at him unsure about his thoughts just cause she couldn’t see his face. “I was celebrated, seen as a hero for defeating you. The republic saw me as a hero even though you weren’t dead. I was praised I had all the freedom I could have asked for.” sighing she thought she sounded like a child, “I saw myself years from now as a hero of the Jedi order for taking down you and Malak, even getting promoted to Master… but I guess that will no longer happen.”
Hearing about Bastilas dream had made him mentally flinch to the point where he felt bad for keeping her prisoner, but the way she spoke, he realized that she had made her decision, even if she hadn’t said it. This dream that she was telling him was proof enough that she would not join his cause. A part of him was heavily disappointed and another part of him knew that this was going to happen and that he shouldn’t have gotten his hopes up. “So does that mean you won’t be joining me?” he asked now looking down at her as they stopped in the middle of the hallway.
Bastilas mouth had gone dry she was dreading the question and she wished that he didn’t ask it. But of course, his stupid pride made him ask it, she should have known better. This walk was a trap for her to open up to him so that she would feel more comfortable. She should have said no to him when he asked she should have told him to go away when she had the chance. She shouldn’t have talked to him all those days ago, she shouldn’t have let him know her weaknesses. Now Revan was expecting an answer out of her. Putting her back to the wall she didn’t want to answer and she was sure that he could figure it out just by reading her body language. “No… I will not join you Revan”
Shaking his head, Revan put his hands to his hips thinking as disappointment had washed over him. He knew exactly what her answer was going to be so why did he push for her to tell him herself? Was it cause he didn’t want to assume? Was it cause he didn’t like silence for an answer, he didn’t know. His arms soon dropped when he eyed her down before speaking. “You really don’t want to be the hero you see yourself as in your dreams?” He wanted to hit her soft spot now and he was sure if he brought this up it would indeed hit her soft spot.
Bastila was now taken off guard, how dare he use what she had seen in her dreams against her. At that moment she realized that he was trying to use her dreams as a hero to manipulate her into joining him to make her believe that being on his side would make her the hero. “Last I recall being a hero doesn't involve bombing and wiping out the Jedi order.” Bastila snapped back at him. Soon she pointed to herself before she started to speak “I am a hero to the republic right now. When they see me they know they have hope at winning this war Revan.” she hissed her words trying to hit him where it would hurt. If he wanted to do that to her then it was game on because she would do it right back at him. “When I get out of here Revan believe me I will not stop hunting you down until you are defeated. I will make sure that you will pay for your crimes against the Jedi and the republic.”
Revans brows flared as she immediately spoke back to him, however, her words did not amuse him and only managed to anger him. She sounded terribly arrogant, she was a fool if she believed that she could take him on alone. He had already proven that she was no match for him so why did she even bother with her threats? “No one sees you as a hero Bastila.” he snapped back at her “All you are is an arrogant Jedi who failed her mission, someone who will be forgotten about. You are nothing to the Jedi and the Republic you are nothing but a tool to them.” In a sudden movement, Revan grabbed hold of her shoulder and pinned her to the wall. “You see me as the villain who is trying to dominate the whole galaxy? Well, you are wrong, I am protecting it and by whipping out the Jedi I am one step closer to that goal.” He hissed. He watched as fear and discomfort started to fill her features, yet he didn’t care if she wanted to play this game then she would have it. “You act all high and mighty, but you will never win against me, and I can turn all the Jedi on Dantooine to dust just like the ones on Coruscant.”
Bastila was stunned into silence, the moment she snapped it caused Revan to, and now with her being pinned to the wall, it did not help her situation at all. It made her nervous, nervous that now Revan would deem her useless and kill her. “You will only make people hate you more if you do that and they will turn against you.” she hissed.
“Then let them.” he answered “They’ll meet the same fate as the Jedi.” His other hand moved over to touch his lightsaber, he wanted to make sure it was still there especially cause this woman could do anything within seconds. He was about to continue when he heard footsteps coming from his right. Immediately he saw his commander who seemed to be surprised by the situation Revan was in but Revan didn’t care, “What is it commander?” he asked as he turned his head back to Bastila who seemed speechless.
“My lord it is Malak.” He paused as he watched Revans head turn to look at him once more, he was sure that he wasn’t too pleased with the news, but he continued. “He will be arriving here shortly.”
“Did he state a reason for his visit?” Revan asked.
“No, my lord. It was Admiral Karath who informed me that Malak will be arriving here, but by the sound of it I wouldn’t be too surprised that Lord Malak is planning something.”
Revan was silent for a moment, but he soon released his grip on the Jedi to regain his posture, “Then I’ll meet Malak in the hanger. Take the Jedi back to her cell, if she doesn't corporate shoot her I don’t care what you do with her.” Revans voice was cold as ice as he walked away from the jedi. He could tell that she was surprised, but he knew if he made the threat she would be on her best behavior when walking back. He stopped right next to his commander exchanging a few words before he made his way back to the bridge.

Revan had waited for about an hour and a half to two hours before his apprentice made himself known. He could feel Malak's presence he didn’t need to hear him speak let alone have him stand in front of him for him to know. Turning his head slightly Revan decided that it was time to break the silence even though he didn’t want to. “What do I owe the pleasure of your visit my apprentice?” Revan asked.
Malak could only huff as he made his way to Revan. “I heard of this Jedi prisoner of yours Revan however… I have also heard that you have hardly treated her as such, taking her on walks throughout your ship. I think you’re getting soft Revan.”
Revan internally cursed himself as soon as Malak spoke of Bastila, he should have treated her like a prisoner rather than a princess that he was transferring. Yet that wasn’t the part that made his blood boil, soon as Malak called him soft Revans body turned to look at his apprentice, his expression filled with anger, but he knew Malak wouldn’t be able to see it. “I’d be careful with what you say Malak” Revan hissed “The last time you called me soft you lost a body part, don’t make me make you lose another one.” Folding his arms across his chest he watched Malak's expression change from one of anger to annoyance before going back to anger. “Besides it is none of your business what I do with my prisoners Malak.”
Malak could only shake his head at Revans words he couldn't care less about what Revan thought of him and what he could do. Malak had grown stronger since his last encounter with his Master “This prisoner is a liability Revan.” Malak stated moving closer to the bridge window. “She has been here for weeks has she not? Why hasn’t she joined our cause yet? Or better yet why isn’t she dead.” he questioned. Even though he himself knew that Bastila was too valuable to be killed, she’d be a great asset to the empire, but if Revan could not turn her it only proved that he was weak. “We have so many methods to turn a Jedi, and you have not used one other than trying to convince her and being nice? Sounds like you’re becoming attached.”
Revan fell silent, the more words that came out of his apprentice's mouth the more he wanted to rip out his vocal cords and make sure he could never talk again. “Her mental health is important to me. She is a master in battle mediation it is…” Revans voice trailed off when his apprentice dared to claim that he was becoming attached to the woman. He thought it was utterly ridiculous and wanted to laugh at his apprentice's face for it. To tell him that he had it all wrong, but then it explained all the unsettling feelings, moments where he felt like he couldn’t breathe or that he had to be on his best behavior around her, it was cause he was unintentionally growing attached to her. He couldn’t let this happen, he should know better, and yet he had no idea how this was happening. He was sure that she did not feel this same way. “You got it all wrong” Revan spoke up after a few seconds of trying to come up with a lie, “I have to let her believe that someone cares for her, after all, she’ll prove loyal to anyone if she is pressured enough. So if I make her believe that I care for her she’ll be more willing to join it will only be a matter of time. There is no need for torture.”
Malak raised his brow at his master’s explanation not believing him for a second, “Then I suppose you won’t mind that I take matters into my own hands Revan.” Now it was time for him to take matters into his own hands “However if you try to stop me I will kill her and make sure you will never forget her death. You have failed at turning this Jedi now it is my turn.” Malak now turned to leave Revan be, it was time he met with Bastila for the first time in years himself.
Revan had mentally froze at Malak’s threat, he wanted to argue and prevent Malak from seeing her, but as soon as he threatened her life Revan knew that Malak had just gained the advantage and he hated it. He hated that he knew what he would do to Bastila and now there was nothing he could do about it. He just hoped that Bastila could prevail against Malak cause unlike him Malak would not let up on her. Revan knew he would just have to check up on her when he got the chance. Sighing Revan turned away from the stars and looked around the room. He could see so many eyes on him. Revan thought for a moment, there was no way Malak knew that he had a prisoner, not without help and so Revan had an order, whoever betrayed him would be made into an example, “I want you to find the person who told Malak about my prisoner and the one who does will be rewarded handsomely now go!”

Bastila was sitting down her mind was racing after that encounter with Revan, he sounded so heartless, so different than what he did when they first started to talk with one another just minutes before. It made her heart ache and she had no idea why. When her cell door opened she thought it was Revan she was quick to stand up. She hoped that now they could talk civil cause he was the only person keeping her from going mad. However her eyes were quick to narrow at the sight of Revans apprentice “Darth Malak” Bastila hissed, her hands quickly went into fists as she eyed him down. She couldn’t remember the last time she had actually seen Malak this close, it had to of been when he was trying to recruit her.
“The legendary Bastula Shan” he breathed her name as he approached her, “I never thought I’d see you as a prisoner… but it doesn’t look like you are one based on the cell you are in” Malaks eyes moved around the room it was like one of a sith apprentice.
“What do you want Malak” Bastila eyed him down she didn’t want to back down from him cause she knew he was more ruthless than Revan ever was.
“Isn’t it obvious?” he asked, almost mocking her, Revan was definitely going easy on this one and he would make sure that he would regret it.
“If you believe you can turn me to the dark side you are a fool.” Bastila aimed to insult, but she could tell that he didn’t care, he had more plans, didn’t he? At that moment Bastila felt horror, Revan wasn't coming to save her, she should have known better. He couldn’t turn her so he turned to Malak to do it. Revan was never an ally never a friend he only sought to turn her.
Malak laughed at her response “You will turn Bastila it will only be a matter of time.” before he let her have a response Sith lightning went flying from his fingertips and into her body. He heard her screams of pain and watched as she dropped to the floor, his mechanical laughter grew louder within the cell he loved the sound of her being in pain, but the only thing that could be heard from the halls was her screams of pain.

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Malak was ruthless to her, no matter what, no matter how much she wanted it to stop, he persisted with his assault. Stopping every so often to see if she had given into the torture that he had inflicted upon her. As more and more time passed the only person on her mind was Revan, she didn’t understand why. Was it cause he would be the only one who would be able to get her out of the situation she was in, or was it cause she secretly hoped that he would kill Malak where he stands for doing what he was doing to her? A part of her wondered why Revan was letting this happen, but each thought was short-lived due to every attack Malak laid on her body. She wanted to fight back, but he had made sure her body was weak enough that she couldn’t even rase her fist to fight, and even left her too mentality exhausted to even use the force against him.
It was hours before it was over, her throat felt raw and dry, her body ached, and her vision was blurred. Bastila’s body was on the ground smoking from the Sith lighting that Malak forced her to endure. There were some holes in her clothing because they had been burned into it showing parts of her skin, mostly on her arms, back, and sides. But the spots that were exposed hurt. Bastilas breathing was heavy as if she had been running for miles without stopping, her head slightly moved up to look at Malak who was frustrated with her. Hair soon fell over her eyes due to it being an absolute mess from the hours of endless torture, “Whats the matter Malak?” Bastila taunted weakly “Frustrated that I won’t give in to you?”
Malak was already frustrated enough that this woman wouldn’t give into the torture, yes it had only been hours, but the more she back-talked him, and the more she taunted him the angrier he became. When he heard her speak he let out a frustrated huff, before his hand moved to grab a fist full of her hair before pushing her into the closest wall to them. He heard her yell in pain but he did not care, this was just a part of the process, a process he realized now that would take a lot longer than what he would have liked. “Believe me, child, many have fallen to this amount of torture” he hissed “But that does not mean you are invulnerable to it” he watched as she tried to free herself from his grip but he wasn’t going to lay off on her so easily. He wanted to make her suffer to the point where she would just give in and join him to kill Revan so he could be the dark lord of the Sith and rule the galaxy as it was meant to be ruled. He could not let Revans weakness destroy all that they had built, they were sith after all they needed to be feared, not trying to preserve the enemies just cause they could change their minds. Leaving his thoughts, he looked back to the Jedi, he could tell she had something to say.
Bastila could only roll her eyes at him, he sounded utterly ridiculous, but at the same time, the thought terrified her, if Malak is able to turn her and use her against Revan and the republic, she knew full well that it would be the destruction of the Jedi and what order stood within the Galaxy. Quietly she swallowed hard, her eyes never leaving him, he used to be so kind, and willing to help the people of the republic, and now he was a completely different person. The war against the Mandalorians and becoming a sith truly changed him, for the worse. “You are a fool to believe that torture would turn me Malak…” Bastila breathed in, she watched as his expression went from frustrated to angry, but she did not care. Within seconds she felt his hand meet her face making her body fall back onto the floor, she let out a quiet groan from the sudden pain, for a small moment Bastila felt a small burst of energy, and she was about to fight back before a new set of force lightning was shot at her leaving her screaming in pain. She just had to taunt him.

Revan stood on the bridge, with a hand to his mask. His head was raging with a headache as if he could feel everything that she was going through. He didn’t understand it, not only he could swear that he could hear her thoughts, of just wanting her torment to end, that she wanted him to be her savior; it was something that he was not expecting. With how stubborn this girl was and how many times she had back-talked him, she still wanted him to save her. He didn’t understand he thought that she hated him, but that wasn’t the case was it?
“My lord?” a voice rang out, “Are you alright?” Kalar spoke.
Revan was stunned for a second, unable to come up with a response, he needed to come up with something quick. Clearing his throat, Revan lowered his hand and looked to his commander “I’m alright, Malak’s presence here is just concerning…” he paused, letting his thoughts process before he said anything else. “Has anyone come clean about who told Malak about my prisoner? Or any other news on it for that matter?”
A frown filled Kalar’s face as he slowly shook his head no. It had been hours since Revans order and so far nothing has come up. For the dark lord of the sith it seemed that the person who informed Malak simply did not care that Revan would have them killed. “Unfortunately my lord, we have heard nothing, but we are still on the look out for him or her.”
Revan frowned under his mask, he just shook his head in disappointment, how could he have let this happen? He should have known better than to treat his prisoner like a princess, but there was something attracting him to her. “I had taken the Jedi on a walk… not long after you had found me. I want you to look into the security cameras and interrogate anyone who has walked past us. I want this found out now.” Revan demanded before walking out of the bridge, Malak’s presence here and the threats he had made only managed to piss him off, and only made Revan regret not killing him when Malak had bombarded Telos.

Revan walked the halls his expression angered, but no one would see it behind his mask, he could still hear her screams of pain across the halls, but for the past few minutes it was quite, perhaps Malak took a break, afterall he knew that this jedi was resilient to say the least he still felt guilty for allowing her to get tortured like this, but there wasn’t much he could do, not yet. Malak had a spy within his own ship, and until that spy was found, Revan wouldn’t be able to make a move on Malak. Perhaps he should check on her, she was no used to him dead. He wanted her on his side, but now with Malak’s interference, he was sure that it would make it a hell of a lot harder to get her to join him now. Sighing quietly, he let his anger go for the time being, he didn’t want to scare Bastila more than what she probably already was, and one thing he knew for sure is that Malak is ruthless and will stop at nothing to make sure that she is suffering. As he was making his way to her cell a thought came to mind, he was sure that she probably was starving if not thirsty. He knew that torture was hard on the body and the mind. He needed to make sure that she could survive through it all, he wouldn’t let her starve to death or let her be dehydrated. Turning around, he made his way to a small diner within his ship, he knew that it was rarely filled at this time. Soldiers saluted him as he walked by, sith and apprentices alike nodded to him making sure his presence was known to them. He eyed every single one of them down however not trusting a single one. He had to, if they could find any weakness in him, and report it to Malak then things would only get worse. Picking up a tray he filled it with small meats, some bread, and fruit. As he walked down to get water for the Jedi, he noticed a small dessert. It wasn’t often that sweets were made, and when they were it was usually gone within minutes. Revan didn’t know why, but the thought of giving the jedi a dessert made him feel good inside, after what she’s been through she deserved it. Shrugging, he grabbed a piece and set it down on the tray before grabbing the water and leaving for the cell block once more.

Bastila’s arms were shaking from under her, Malak had only left about ten minutes ago, and ever since it had been silent. When Malak had left, she was on the brink of unconsciousness and consciousness so she was no longer any use to him for the moment at least. When she breathed in her lungs felt like they were on fire, but she had to get off of the floor so she could at least lay down in the bed that Revan had provided for her. Grunting, Bastila was able to get at least one foot onto the ground, before her body crumbled underneath all the weight. In that moment Bastila wanted to cry, not only cause of the pain she was feeling going through her entire being, but also the fact that she couldn’t even get herself up. She felt so weak, and there was nothing she could do about it in this moment. She wanted the Jedi to come for her, to save her from this situation, to stop Malak from torturing her any further. She needed to try again, putting her hands to the floor, she pushed up, moving both of her knees under her this time, but her body still felt weak. Shaking Bastila put her hands onto the bed getting ready to pull herself up, thats when she heard the cell door open. Instinalty she froze, panic filled her mind and her breathing started to quicken, suddenly her body was on her feet before she even knew it her arm swung behind her, but as quickly as she stood, her body collapsed on the floor once more. “NO!... you won't torture me anymore Malak…” Bastila's voice was weak, to herself she sounded delirious.
Revan frowned at the jedi, setting down the tray of food he had gotten for her, he knelt down and touched her shoulder. He felt her body flinch from under his touch, it seemed Malak had done more damage to her than he thought he would have. “Hey… I’m not gonna hurt you,” he spoke softly, to the point it even surprised him.
Bastila’s eyes widened, her head moving to look at him, “Revan?” she questioned. He was the last person she was expecting to see, but at the same time seeing him felt a lot better than seeing Malak. “And here I thought you wouldn’t see me again” she tried to joke but failed miserably.
Revan could tell that she was attempting to make a joke and it brought a small smile to his face, which was odd, interactions like this never happened. It felt odd, but nice at the same time. “Here let me help you.” Revans left arm moved under her legs while his right moved behind her back under her arms. Soon his body rose, he was holding onto the young woman like he was her savior of some sort, when he saw her eyes, he swallowed hard, unsure of what to say. Carefully he sat her down on the bed so that the wall would be able to support her back. “Are you okay?” he asked, even though he knew full well that it was a stupid question.
When her body met the bed, she instantly felt comfort, “thank you” Bastila whispered, her eyes closed and her head rested on the wall. Her face was to the ceiling, and her breathing starting to even out. A part of her was glad that Revan was here, another was wondering why he was here. She was about to speak when she heard his question. Slowly her eyes opened up and her head turned to look at him, her face was unamused, “No no I’m not. You need to get your damn apprentice under con-”
“I know” Revan interrupted her, he just shook his head. His hands moved to his hips just thinking of a way to comfort her to push her to keep fighting against Malak. “ Look, right now Malak has me tied around his finger.”
“Then kill him that easy” she stated.
“No, it's not that easy,” he responded. “Malak has someone watching my every move it seems. I can’t make a plot to kill him without his informant telling him. There is a spy for Malak on my ship Bastila, if I do one thing wrong he’ll kill you… I need you to be strong until I can find this spy.”
Bastila was silent, she thought she had understood the situation, but clearly, she was wrong about it, she didn’t understand why he cared if she lived. She was just a prisoner, nothing special and she was not joining him any time soon, so to her he was truly wasting his time trying to keep her around. “Why do you care if I’m killed? Not like it would change much.”
Revan looked dead into her eyes when she spoke, he was glad that she could not see his face cause he knew full well that there was a frown there. He didn’t know why but there was a part of him that cared for her well being, his first thought was because he believed her mental health to be important to turn her. Or was it something else, afterall she was the first person to truly defy him, to show that she was not afraid, or was it because she reminded him of himself when he was younger. Just shaking his head, he folded his arms across his chest. He needed to come up with something that didn’t make him sound weak. He was silent for almost a minute as if he was in deep thought about her question in reality he was just coming up with different answers, “Cause I know you have more potential within you than what the jedi order, and the jedi council for a matter of fact ever gave you credit for.” He watched as her brow raised, he could tell that she didn’t believe him. No matter in time she would.
Bastila just shook her head, she knew the council gave her the credit where it was due, “If you’re done trying to convince me to join you, then you can leave.”
Revan sighed as the Jedi told him to leave, but he wasn’t gonna leave without giving her the tray of food he had gotten her. “Alright, just take this” grabbing the tray he had sat down to pick her up, he set it down onto her lap. He watched as her features filled with surprise, this was the first time he directly had given her food.
Bastila's eyes lay on the small tray of food, her eyes wandering around it. It looked better than what she had been given by guards, a soup by the looks of it, a sandwich, and even a cake? Why would he give her a small piece of cake? “What’s this for?” she asked, confusion filled her voice.
“With all that Malak has done to you it's the least I can do. Better food, and something sweet it’ll help your energy.” Revan was trying to sound somewhat cold when speaking, but it didn’t happen. His words were far more compassionate than what he would like. He watched however as a small smile filled her face, and even though she couldn’t see it, he was quick to return it. He didn’t know why, but she really was one of the only people who could make him smile, even though she was a prisoner.
There was a long moment of silence, something that was comfortable, even in the worst possible situation of her life Bastila was content. Her head raised as she heard his footsteps move to the exit of the cell, her head lifted to look at him before he went “Thank you” Bastila spoke up making Revan stop in his tracks. She watched as he stopped and looked at her before he nodded and left her. Her head fell back when he left. Even though she was starving she was exhausted, after all that Malak did to her, she was surprised she was even able to stay awake when Revan was visiting her. He was kind enough to give her something to eat, and even though she wanted nothing more than to sleep for as long as possible before Malak decided to return, she needed to eat, and that's exactly what she did.

Revan was pacing back and forth in his office, he wanted to punch something, or someone, especially Malak and that trader who sold him out to his apprentice. He was lost in his thoughts just trying to figure out his next move against his apprentice and the republic. He knew that the attack on Coruscant had lowered the Jedi’s numbers and the Jedi on Dantooine still needed to be dealt with.
“The prisoner is resilient I’ll give her that”
Revan turned as quickly as he heard the voice, his eyes narrowing soon as he realized that it was indeed Malak who was speaking. “I tried to warn you, unlike many others I do not believe she will fall to torture” he paused just trying to put some doubt into his apprentices mind, “her loyalty to the Jedi is strong it’s what keeps her go-”
“Then we destroy the rest of the jedi” Malak interrupted, his hand out in front of him in a fist, “The Jedi are weak, they would never see it if we bombarded them now and it would destroy any hope that this Jedi has” His arm soon fell to his side as he eyed down his master. So much hatred and anger filled his body, he wanted to kill him right here and now if he could, but now wasn’t the time and he knew if he even tried to make an attempt he would be killed in an instant. He needed the jedi first.
On the other hand Revan’s arms were folded across his chest he could only roll his eyes at his apprentices foolishness “That is a temporary solution to our problem Malak” Revan tried to make his apprentice see reason, but he doubted he would “She won’t fall just cause you kill all of her friends no” Revan started to walk around his apprentice while shaking his head “It will only inspire her to keep on fighting, I’ve tried with Coruscant and it did not work”
“It didn’t work cause there's still jedi!” Malak hissed. “Their mere existence gives her a reason to fight!”
Revan was silent for a short moment, he hated to admit it but his apprentice was right, but he didn’t want him to keep torturing Bastila, if he did he was at risk of completely losing her personality which was something that he did indeed like. “No, you will not do anything to Dantooine unless I give the order, and if you do, this time I won’t miss” Revan threatened his apprentice.
Malak could only growl in response, he did not like Revans threat and if he could he would have fought Revan right then and there “This isn’t over” Malak stormed out of the room with his hands in fists. He would make Revan pay, he would show everyone in the empire is weak, and he had the perfect plan to do so, and the jedi prisoner was the best way to do that.

As he walked in he watched as her breathing was even, and her features were relaxed. He moved around the room quietly, examining it, he noticed a small tray with a bowl and some small plates assuming from her being delivered food. However upon closer expectation, he realized that it was from the same meal that the troops had that day. Instantly he knew it was Revans doing, no trooper would ever treat a jedi prisoner with such respect to the point where they gave them a nice meal. Just this finding alone was more evidence that Revan was going soft. Looking down at the Jedi, she looked peaceful, and was indeed beautiful. He'd give that to her and Revan, there was no other explanation to why he was so attracted to her besides her utter stubbornness.
Within moments, Malaks right hand moved to Bastila’s hair, he heard her cry out in pain, it was definitely a way to wake someone up, using her hair he pulled her out of the bed and threw her onto the floor never letting go of her hair. “You didn’t forget about me did you?” Malak questioned leaning down to speak into her ear
Pain was all that she felt when she awoke. Her hands moved up to grab hold of the hand holding onto her hair. When she fell to her knees and heard Malak speak into her ear. “Malak” Bastila hissed “I could never forget you” She pushed back, only for him to straighten her once more. “Let me go, and I’ll show you a fight” who was she kidding, she wouldn't be able to fight him even if she tried.
Malak could only laugh at her pathetic threat, unlike Revan’s he knew that she stood no chance against him. “Pathetic threats, did you speak this way to Revan too?” he questioned, however it only took a second for him to come up with a cruel plan, “you know…, the man you consider your savior had just destroyed your home”
Bastila was stunned, she didn’t want to believe it, no he was lying to her. “No you’re lying!” Bastila shouted, her head turned just enough to look at him, and when she did he let go of her hair giving her some relief.
“Oh, but I’m not my dear Bastila” if he could he would have smiled, “Revan had ordered the bombardment of the last of the jedi order you are all that's left.”
Bastia was silent, her heart was breaking, she didn’t know why this hurt, if what Malak said was true then Revan’s kindness to her was just a play to get her to join him, not like Malak was any better, but in this moment she wanted to cry, but she wouldn’t let herself, not with Malak around. “Leave me alone Malak…”
“See that's one thing I cannot do my dear you are coming with me.” Malak soon grabbed her arm and hulled her up onto her feet.
“I’m not going anywhere with you Malak!” Bastila tried to pull her arm free of his grasp, but ultimately failed due to him increasing the strength of his hold.
“Stop fighting if you know what's good for you” Malak spoke, soon dragging her out of the room.

Bastila was in pain the entire time Malak dragged her through the halls, even backways where no soldiers or sith apprentices alike could see them. She didn’t understand what was happening, and that alone terrified her to her core. She didn’t know what he had planned for her. There was so many things he could do: torture, try to break into her mind, and more unspeakable acts. However confusion started to fill her when she realized that they were heading towards the bridge “Wait.. why are we going-”
“Just keep your mouth shut will you” Malak opened the doors to the bridge, and to say the least all the crew was surprised to see him there with the Jedi in his grasp, it was time to put his plan into motion, it was time to show the galaxy how weak Revan really was, and he was going to exploit one of the biggest weaknesses that Revan had, this love he had for the Jedi. The love that Revan doesn’t even know he has. “Tell Revan to meet me here right now.”
Kavar looked at Malak surprised, he was not in charge of his ship, and Revan was “You hold no authority here lord Malak.” He spoke out his arms moving behind his back, “and to bring this Jedi prisoner here, I believe you are setting something up.”
Malak rolled his eyes only Revans commander would be so stubborn and disobey his orders “Tell Revan to get up here or I will kill every last one of you in this room” He snarled.
Kavar now froze, this was a moment where he didn’t know if Malak was bluffing or not but he could not risk the lives of the men on this bridge “Fine… my lord, I will get Lord Revan up here…”
“What are you planning Malak?” Bastila questioned harshly.
“Prooving a point.” Malak spoke with confidence. He turned to look down at her, he grabbed a cloth from his pocket and tied it around the back of her head covering her mouth with it. He didn’t want to hear her speak during his interaction with Revan.

Revan was laying on his bed now, his mask laying right besides him, he was frustrated after everything. He wanted Malak dead, he wanted the spy dead and they had no idea where the spy was anyways, and that alone infuriated him. Running a hand through his hair all he could think about was Bastila, he hoped that Malak would leave her alone for the night, hoped that she ate well instead of letting herself starve. He didn’t know why he was so worried about her, or why he cared so much. He had been close to people in the past like Malak and Meetra, but there was something different about Bastila and the connection he held with her, and it scared him. Revan was about to close his eyes and allow himself to rest for the night when he heard his holocommunicator go off. Confusion fulled his features why would anyone be contacting him this late, reaching over to his communicator, he sat it on his lap right before putting his mask back on. Answering the call he saw his commander, he knew this had to be an emergency if he was contacting him “What is it commander?”
“W..we need you on the bridge immediately my lord.” The man spoke
“What's going on commander?” he questioned
The man looked away for a moment saying just a few words “Come to the bridge now”
“Wai-” Revan reached his hand out, but the call ended. What in the galaxy was going on, first Malak was causing issues now this. Shaking his head, Revan got his boots on before leaving his quarters. If he wasn’t in a bad mood then, he definitely was in one now. His hands were fists as he walked down the halls, soldiers saluted him as he walked by something he was used to by now. As he got closer and closer to the bridge he felt something off. He could sense Bastila, but she was supposed to be in a cell. Not only could he feel her emotions, she was hiding her emotions, but why? Before long Revan was right at the doors of the bridge, his eyes closed as he opened up the door and spoke “Alright commander what is the-” when Revan opened up his eyes he only saw Malak with his left hand on Bastila’s shoulder, her mouth gagged, and his lightsaber to her throat. He froze, he didn’t understand how Malak was able to come up with this so quickly, but he should have never put it past him. He looked into Bastilas eyes, he could see the fear in them, but also anger? He didn’t know who it was, he figured it was Malak, it had to be. “Let her go Malak, she has no part in this quarrel between the two of us.” Revan demanded.
“You are correct ‘Master’” Malak spoke the word in a mocking tone “But still, she is bound to be a pawn in this game one way or another. Besides, you have nothing if she is killed”
“You don’t want to do that Malak” Revan spoke, reaching his hand out his palm facing Malak.
“You’re right, but I wanna see at what lengths you’ll go to save her. Do I need to cut her up limb for limb before you intervene.” Malak’s facial expression changed as if he was smirking. Using the force he forced one of Bastila's hands up bringing it close to the blade to the point she was trying to pull back as well as muffled noises coming from her mouth. As every second past her hand moved closer to the blade.
Revan started to mentally panic, he couldn’t let this happen, Bastila was just an innocent victim in all of his “Wait don’t!” he shouted. Soon as he did, he watched as Bastila's hand fell to her side once more “What do you want?” he asked.
Bastila wanted to sigh in relief when Malak’s grip had released her hand. However she didn’t understand why Revan just didn’t let her suffer.
“I want you to surrender drop all your weapons in assurance that you’re not gonna do anything. And if you refuse, if you choose to attack me, I will kill her after all I know the feelings you hide for her.”
Now Bastila's eyes widened, her body started to move as she was trying to tell Revan ‘no’ and not to do it, he couldn’t do it, her life meant nothing if it meant to kill Malak. Yet there was some surprise in her features, what feelings did Revan hide from her? Revan didn’t feel anything and if he did it was only to manipulate her, especially after what he had done to the rest of the jedi.
Revan was faced with a dilemma that he didn’t want to be put in. Deep down he wanted to kill Malak; he wanted to watch his apprentice suffer, but he couldn't at the expense of Bastila’s life. He couldn’t even if Malak called him out on what he felt, he could care less. He needed Bastia alive and if Malak killed her he wouldn’t be able to live with himself. Slowly Revan had come to a decision and laid both of his lightsabers to the ground before kicking them closer to Malak. “There…, now let her go.” Revan ordered
Bastila sat there shaking her head frantically, she couldn't believe he had just given up like this, if he thought she cared for him at all then he was terribly wrong and this act would not change her mind about him.
Malak laughed at him, he knew Revan was completely and utterly pathetic looking to one of the sith apprentices, Malak turned off his lightsaber and forced Bastila to her feet. The sith moved closer to him and when he did, he pushed the jedi into the sith “Take her back to her cell” with a nod the jedi and and the sith was gone. “Everyone see that?” he questioned, there was only silence, “Revan is weak, he surrendered himself to someone who would never truly love you. You have grown weak.”
Revans hands had formed into fists and he was about to retaliate but he only heard Malak’s voice once more before he even had the chance to speak.
“Nuh uh nuh, if you attack the sith who took her will kill her in a second, checkmate Revan. The whole sith empire has seen how weak you are, and there is nothing you can do about it.”
Revan was now infuriated, not only did Malak humiliate him in front of Bastila and his men, but his whole empire, “Trust me Malak, one day you are going to regret this.” Revan hissed, he turned around grabbing his cape to make it fly up a bit before leaving the room.

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As soon as Bastila was thrown into her cell, she turned her body around in an attempt to attack the man who put her back into her prison. She ran towards the doorway, her and the Sith making eye contact right before the door closed right into her face. “NO! Not again…” she slammed her fist against the door before placing her forehead to it. Bastila sighed just shaking her head in disappointment, how could Revan destroy her home, then act like he cared about her so suddenly? It made no since to her, he was supposed to be evil, her enemy, but some of his actions she couldn’t fit him into any category. What Malak said about Revan hiding feelings for her, felt utterly ridiculous, she was his prisoner, no way should he be falling in love with her, and even if he was it was against the jedi code, she wouldn’t let him love her anyways. She would never forgive him for what he had done to Dantooine.
Soon she turned around keeping her back to the door before she slid down to the floor, her right hand lifted up to remove the gag that Malak had placed over her mouth before the confrontation. Why he had done it, she didn’t know why, she wasn’t going to say anything other that her life didn’t matter if it meant killing Malak, but she supposed that to some degree Revan did care, even though he was awful at being constant at it. The kindness Revan had shown her last night was just a ploy to get her to trust him, something that she wouldn’t fall for again.

Malak was in a private room deep within the Leviathan, where no cameras could catch him and his spy, things were already moving well, there had been a few rebellions on Korriban and many are ready to kill Revan if the chance is at all given. His whole empire thought he was weak, which was perfect for him, it would make it far easier to transfer leadership between him and Revan. Once he is able to become the dark lord of the sith, no one would dare to oppose him. His arms were behind his back as he paced back and forth things would move quicker from here that much he did indeed know, however the last thing he wanted was for Revan to find his spy, if he did, things would start to make a turn for the worst.
“Lord Malak” a voice soon spoke.
Malak turned around to see his spy, excitement filled the man, he couldn’t wait to hear more about what was going on with Revan's empire in just the last hour. “Fill me in” he ordered
The sith smirked under his mask, his arms went behind his back getting his thoughts into order “Revan is going to lose his control soon, people on Korriban are already speaking ill on his name destroying anything that symbolizes his rule. Many are lining up ready to serve you when the time comes, this is a good day for us my lord, and soon you will be the rightful dark lord of the sith.”
Malak soon let out a deep laugh, one that he knew put fear into his enemies, things were only getting good here, and he knew things would keep on getting better. “Good, and when the time is right I will stand against Revan and kill him. What he did months ago will not be repeated, he will be publicly shamed like he was today, and I will name you my apprentice.” Malak turned around a sense of pride filling him.
“That sounds great my lord, but there is some issues still”
At that Malak turned around surprise filling his features, what did he mean more issues? “Speak now or I will cut out your tongue.”
The sith turned slightly getting his thoughts together, even though him and Malak had been working together for some time now, and have been plotting against Revan for months, it still seemed that many would still follow Revan. “There are still a lot of sith who believe you had gone too far this time my lord. Many of them know who this Bastila Shan is, and believe what Revan was doing was the right course of action for the empire, and are still standing by his side in all of this.” he paused before turning to look at Malak who was noticeably getting more frustrated by the news. “We have to move carefully, if we cannot get the full support of the empire behind you there will be a civil war amongst ourselves, and unlike Revan my lord you do not have the same way with words as he does.”
Malak growled as the sith spoke Revan's name and called him out on one of his flaws, even though he knew it was terribly true, “We must keep trying then.” Malak stated, “We must keep Revan on his toes and make sure he can’t make up for this mistake.”
“How about the Jedi, how close is she to turning?” the sith asked.
Malak only shook his head in frustration, “Not well, she is resilient but by my explorations with her yesterday, it would seem that Revan had never tortured her in the first place, I’m not sure how much longer it will take for her to break, but it will be sooner rather than later. After All no one can last under torture forever." Those were the final words Malak spoke before entering the small doorway “Also one more thing, Revan is looking for you, I would be careful, if not our grip on him is gone, you are the key to my success” he finally said before leaving.
The sith just stood there alone in silence he couldn’t let Revan find out about him, not only would Malak have his head for it, but he was absolutely sure that Revan would kill him first. With a sigh the sith left the small room and in a different direction than what Malak had gone, he would give Revan a chase if he thats what he wanted. He just needed to create a plan first.

Revan was furious, furious that Malak had made a fool out of him, and if he could have he would have had Malak killed in a second, but if he did that would have meant Bastila’s death too. Even though he hated that he had to give into Malak he couldn’t let her die. She was too valuable to him and his plans. He also didn’t like that Malak was able exploit feelings that he didn’t even know he had. But it would explain a lot, why he didn’t treat her like a normal prisoner and made sure she was alright after Malak had tortured her for hours on end. Why he had treated her to a somewhat decent meal. He kept telling himself that she was a valuable prisoner and that it was best that her mental health was good, especially for her abilities. He laid down onto his bed before taking off his mask to rub his eyes out of frustration, his thumb and index finger resting at the sides of his nose. He took a deep breath before exhaling, there was so much happening, and he knew well enough that soon people would start rebelling for what Malak has done. He needed to find a way to reverse the situation. He needed to find Malak's informant but he couldn’t just interrogate every single soldier and sith. If he did the informant would have time to escape or create lies sending him into more of a wild bantha chase than what he already was. He wanted to talk to Bastila to see if she was alright after being put into a hostage situation by Malak, but he didn’t. Revan figured that she needed time to relax and not feel like she was fearing for her life before he goes to see her again. A few thoughts crossed his mind, one where he used her as well to create a lie about her joining him to restore his image it would buy him some time, but he doubted that he could get Bastila to play the role for long. Especially because she’d have to be out of her cell far longer than what he felt comfortable with doing at this time, and he knew full well that Malak wouldn’t believe the lie. Another option was to jam all transmissions where he could just go kill Malak and set things right within his empire, however he was also sure that Malak created a backup plan where his informant will kill Bastila if they aren’t able to contact each other due to a scrambler. He could always have HK follow him around. His eyes widened and he sat up, that was it. He needed HK, if he could get HK to follow him around, even have him play a part as a reprogrammed droid to work specifically for Malak. This was it, when HK returned then he would have one of his men one that Malak didn’t know and have the person pretend to be a heavy follower of Malak. Smirking to himself Revan knew this was the plan he needed to make things work way to exploit not only Malak but also his spy. Putting his hands behind his back he spoke to himself “Malak you are going to regret everything in time, and you nor your informant will see it coming.”

Malak was standing in his private quarters thinking on what to do next, he knew he could go torture the jedi some more and enjoy seeing her suffer from everything that he was doing to her. Or he could keep turning her against Revan to the point where she would never trust him again which would further aid him in his conquest against Revan. When he told the jedi that Revan had Dantooine destroyed it was only to hurt her to make her lose faith in Revan, however an evil thought came across his mind. He could have Dantooine bombarded destroy the jedi enclave and put all the blame onto Revan as if he hadn’t done so already. He could provide all the evidence needed to the jedi, cause he knew without it then the jedi wouldn’t believe the lie for long. Bringing out his holocommunicator it was time to set this plan into action. “Admiral Karath do you read?” He asked in a demanding tone. It took a few seconds before an image of Saul appeared in front of him his arms resting behind his back.
“I am here lord Malak.”
“I need you to send ships to Dantooine, and bombard the jedi enclave.”
Saul froze at this demand, memories of when Malak had bombarded Telos after disobeying orders sent shivers down his spine, and now he was asking for it again, but this time targeting the jedi. “But my lord no orders of such a directive have been ordered by Re-”
“Do I need to remind you of the punishment of disobeying me Admiral?” he questioned sternly. “In order to get this jedi to join me, she must know her home is completely gone and no one will be there to save her. If she truly believes Revan is behind all of this then it further weakens him and adds more leverage to us now do as you are told, Admiral.”
Saul didn’t know he was holding his breath until Malak was done speaking, why did he have to work under Malak of all people. Some of the things he ordered would get him killed, but if he didn’t do it he would be killed anyways. “It’ll take a few hours for me to get things arranged and ready my lord, even then the bombardment would take hours as well”
“I don’t care how long it takes Admiral” he hissed.
Sighing Saul nodded, he knew whenever Malak had set his mind onto something it was nearly impossible to change, something he missed dearly due to working with Revan for some time. “Yes my lord…” He sighed
“Also one more thing I need a holo recording of the bombardment to destroy all the Jedi’s hopes, and when you have them processed send them to me.”
Saul was about to argue, but he held his tongue “It will be done my lord.”
When the transmission ended, he couldn’t help but fold his arms in amusement. He knew this was another step towards his victory, he would let the bombardment happen before tormenting the jedi, it would be no fun if he tortured her for hours on end before he even got the chance to show her what was happening to her precious ‘home’ he would show her how pathetic she really was for believing that the Jedi would come to save her, no one could save her now and that was what gave him the greatest joy of them all. For now he would head to the bridge and wait for his plan to play out. He knew that Revan would be furious for disobeying orders once more but he did not care, not when it gave him a leverage against Revan. He would make him regret not killing him months ago, Revan was a weak fool, and the more he did to show that the more people turned their backs on him something that he was indeed looking forward to.

It had been a few hours since Malaks’s order to attack Dantooine, they had gotten closer every minute. Anticipation filled him, the closer they got the closer their orders would be carried out and the jedi would be no more. They would be able to rid the galaxy of their filth, and whoever would be left behind would be hunted down and killed he knew it. Saul had his hands behind his back as the ship he was on along with a few others made their way to Dantooine, even though he was very against this plan and even standing up to Revan, while he was still in power of the Sith Empire; Malak was too much of a threat to his life. However he did see a tactical advantage to destroying what was the last of the jedi it would ensure that their success would come far sooner, it would only be a matter of time before the republic came to their feet begging for mercy, and he hoped that either Malak or Revan would not give them what they plead for. “When we approach Dantooine” he started, “I want you to ready our guns for the bombardment, no jedi will be safe there we will allow ourselves to enjoy such a victory” He turned to look at his crew, this was indeed a victory even if it was something that Revan was heavily opposed to. Dantooine became clearer and clearer as they moved closer to the planet the ship's guns were ready to fire at any moment, but Saul wanted to saver it, and he was sure Lord Malak would as well. Nodding to one of his men they immediately contacted Malak. It took a few moments before Malak's figure appeared in front of him.
“What is it Admiral?” he questioned.
“We are now arriving at Dantooine, our weapons are primed and ready to fire at any moment my lord”
Malak let out a deep evil chuckle, one where he got pure amusement just from causing the pain and suffering of others, “Continue with the bombardment commander, wipe those pathetic jedi off of the face of the galaxy”
“It will be done my lord” Soon the ships moved into formation similarly to how they did when the bombardment of Telos had taken place. Saul's eyes had lit up, a cruel smirk appearing on his lips, he had worked with the jedi before, and now he was ready to get rid of them once and for all. His eyes glanced over Malak’s amused expression before he turned to look at the gunners; he spoke his last word “Fire.”

Bastila was sitting in her cell silently, she had been trying to take a nap over the last few hours but she could not rest, as if there was something blocking her from relaxing at all it bothered her terribly, she wanted to rest before Malak would think it was fun to torture her once more. Her right arm was resting below her head and her knees pulled close to her chest, she found it relaxing in this situation, where she had nowhere to go or anyone to call for help. However she never thought she would admit it, but she missed Revan. It was their daily talks and interactions that was keeping her from going insane, but after what he did to Dantooine, her home she doubted that she would ever want to talk to him ever again. When she was lost in her thoughts on Revan her cell door soon opened up, her eyes moved to it, seeing Revan instantly walk in. Her eyes widened to some degree, how is it whenever she is thinking about him he comes into her cell like he could just sense her thoughts on him. “What do you want” she spoke coldly
Revan visibly flinched at the coldness in her tone, he didn’t understand where it was coming from, as far as he remembered he hadn’t done anything to her since Malak had arrived. As he moved closer he then noticed the depression on her features, now he was concerned. What did Malak do to her? He moved closer and fought the urge to reach over to move some of the stray stands of hair from her face “Whats wrong?”
Bastila laughed in a sarcastic matter not believing the concern in his voice “As if you care after what you did I still can’t believe you even feel comfortable in my presence”
Confusion filled his features ‘what he did?’ He didn't do anything he was about to speak asking her what she had meant by what he did, but he thought it had to do with the event on the bridge when she was in the hostage situation. “Look… I couldn’t let Malak kill you, you're too valuable to me to let that happen.” When he watched her roll her eyes and look away from him, was that not what she was meaning?
“Are you acting stupid?” She questioned sitting up now staring up at him. “That is an entirely different issue!”
Revan was thrown off the moment she raised her voice at him, what else could she be mad at him about, he didn’t do anything to her, and he was starting to get irritated that he was getting treated like the villain here when he did nothing to antagonize her. “Then what is it?” he wanted to shout back “Is it Malak? Is it because I didn’t stop him from torturing you, because there was nothing I could have done to prevent it?” He tried his best to keep his cool, but he was slowly losing it as time went by.
“No, I don’t care about that!”
“Then what is it?!” This time he shouted back.
“You destroyed the jedi enclave on Dantooine and now you come in here and act as if you didn’t do anything!” Her voice held many emotions back, her anger, fear, depression, guilt, betrayal, and so much more, but at the same time she was suppressing everything she was feeling.
That's when Revan took a step back, he was confused, he had never ordered anything to do with Dantooine, he was planning on attacking the jedi there in due time, but he hadn’t done anything yet. “What are you talking about? I never ordered anything on Dantooine, I had no reason to do anything against Dantooine at this moment of time.”
“You are a liar Revan” Bastila didn’t believe him, he had no proof to back up his words, he was just trying to make her feel better about his actions, and that was something that she did not appreciate.
Revan was getting sick of getting called a liar by this jedi and he was about to give up and just leave her alone, because clearly she didn’t believe him about Dantooine. A part of him couldn’t blame her, but at the same time it was incredibly frustrating that she just wouldn’t trust him. “Bastila… I did not attack Dantooine I promise you…”
“Prove it then Revan! Prove to me that you are telling the truth.” She was now standing her body almost pressing against his as she looked dead into the visor of his mask.
Revan sucked in a breath, as he watched her move closer to him. He sighed, and was about to take off his mask to let her see how sincere he was being, until his communicator went off. Revans brow was quick to raise, he hoped that this wasn’t another one of Malak's tricks. He took a few steps back before looking at the jedi, just by her expression he could tell she was annoyed and suspicious of what was happening. Bringing the communicator up he answered the call “Report” he spoke.
Kavar swallowed hard as he was trying to get his thoughts in order, he still was surprised about the information as it was, even though he knew that Dantooine had held some of their powerful enemies, Malak’s direct move against Revan’s orders was a sign of Malak’s rebellion and it wouldn’t take long before he attempts to kill Revan. “It is Malak, my lord… It would seem that he had ordered the bombardment of Dantooine… I know you was planning something similar in the future if they refused to-”
Revan’s eyes narrowed, “He is a dead man! He and his informant are both dead. I had specifically told Malak not to make any move against Dantooine and he does this?!” Revan was pissed. He had been angry with him in the past for disobeying orders with Telos and now this? Revan was about to speak once more when Bastila’s shocked expression filled her features, before hurt filled them. The anger that he had once felt soon faded and he frowned at her reaction.
“Not only did he have the whole attack recorded by my lord…” He paused, before sending the recording over, making a small picture of the attack on Dantooine appear. Gun fire was heard from the small device as the blasts headed straight for the planet.
This only served to make Revan more angry, he then realized this was Malak’s plan. If Malak told a lie, telling Bastila that he was the one who bombarded Dantooine. Bastila would no longer welcome him around her, and with the recording, he realized that it would be used to further convince that Revan was the one who destroyed her home. His thoughts soon ended when he heard his commander speak once more.
“Do you have any plans to deal with this my lord?” Asked the commander.
Revan took a deep breath before nodding, “Find and kill his informant and kill Malak.”
“We will double our efforts then”
“Good, I will come speak with you in a few minutes.”
“As you wish my lord,” Kavar spoke before the transmission ended.
“He… he lied to me” Bastila spoke suddenly, her body sitting back down onto the bed. She didn’t realize it at the time, but Malak was trying to manipulate her into thinking Revan bombarded Dantooine. So she would give up any hope that Revan was actually a good person to some degree. So that she would seek revenge when the time came.
“Malak isn’t to be underestimated, he was trying to use your-” He stopped himself. He watched as a somber expression took over her features. He could only frown, and for a moment he could swear that he saw a tear run down her face. “Hey…” he spoke softly before putting his right hand onto her shoulder. “He will pay for this.”
Bastila only nodded slightly, she was now truly alone. She was the last jedi, and she wasn’t able to do anything to stop the jedi from being completely whipped out. Her left hand moved up to move away the tears that she was letting out. “I hope so…”
Sighing Revan lifted up his left hand to remove his mask, he watched as he expression went from devastated to confused and even surprised. “He will. And soon he won’t be torturing you any longer Bastila. I can promise you that.”
Seeing his face, Bastila could say she was not expecting his features, she honestly thought his face was going to be old and full of scars, but she only saw a man in his mid to late twenties maybe his early thirties. He was attractive even but she wasn’t going to admit it. “But where am I going to go?” She asked “I no longer have a home or anyone to go to…”
“You can stay here with me…” he was hesitant to say that, but it just felt right, he watched as she grew confused, probably because he knew full well that she wouldn’t join him. “I know because of Malak you no longer have a home, and I’m terribly sorry…” he sighed looking away from her as he ran a hand through his hair in frustration.
“You say that as if I even had a choice to begin with, even though I asked, I’ve been wanting to go home for so long, and now I don’t have anyone.” Bastila soon looked away from him, she felt defeated. It was comforting to some degree to know that soon enough Malak would be killed for what he had done, but she wasn’t going to join Revan.
“But you can, you can still make a choice here. You can choose to finally just give in and join me in this fight, cause I know you hate it in this cell, and I know you want your freedom again.” He didn’t know why he was trying to convince her to join him, he knew there was no point in asking her.
“Give me a chance to think of this alone…” Bastila said quietly, defeat heavy in her tone.
Revan turned to look at her, surprised she was going to think on it, he was speechless for a moment, he couldn’t believe it. Revan swallowed hard, and nodded “I.. of course… In the meantime get some rest… I need to do a few things, especially find Malak’s informant of all people but.. I’ll just leave you be”
“Thank you” she spoke softly, but she still looked devastated about what Malak had done to Dantooine.
“Hey..” Revan said softly, he knelt down to her level and took her right hand into his own “I promise you, Malak has what is coming for him, “and maybe.. I’ll have you help depending on what situation I have him in.” he watched as she nodded, but he could tell that she still didn’t feel much better. Bringing her hand to his lips he pressed a small kiss onto it for respect of her, and just to say goodbye in a way he had never done before. He stood back up letting go of her hand. Revan watched as she pulled her hand back to her, he gave her a light nod before placing his mask back on and leaving the cell.

After coming back from another one of his many successful missions HK-47 prided himself in every victory, after every mission he succeeded in no matter how much time it took to complete it. Killing was what he is good at and he loved every moment of it. His gun was to his side as always looking for his master. He loved his missions, but he also loved his master's appreciation. When walking down the halls he saw something odd, a data pad on the ground, why would anyone leave this, especially where there was no dead bodies or blood stains, something was off. “Query: Who would have left this without wonderful bloodshed” HK bent down to pick it up his scanners going over it before it brought major concern to him. Descriptions on what one was going to do to his master, humiliate him, and take over made his circuits hurt, what idiot would try to over throw his master of all people, unless it was that meatbag that his master insisted on keeping around. He would love to put multiple shots into the meatbags body. HK needed to find his master.
Using his tracker, it didn’t take too long for him to find his master, and when he came into view HK felt his pride all over again.
“There’s my favorite droid, was your mission a success?”
“Excited answer: Ah yes master, they screamed and cried for mercy as I slaughtered them one by one.”
Revan felt himself cringe for a moment, due to forgetting for a moment how HK was a homicidal droid and took lots of joy in killing. “I’m glad.” Revan smiled, it didn’t take long before he realized that HK had a datapad in his hand “What is that?”
“Answer: A datapad master, however it seems some information on there is quite concerning… Speculation: If it is that meatbag you call an apprentice, I would love to kill him myself, master.”
Revan was quick to take it from the droid, his eyes scanned over it quickly. He knew that this wasn’t from Malak, it had to of been from his informant. “No, we need to wait.. Where did you find this?” Revan questioned seriously.
“Answer: In the hallway master.”
Revan put a hand to his chin, Malak’s informant knew that they were looking for him however leaving clues was not a good way to keep himself hidden. “I already have a mission for you HK” Revan looked at his droid, his tone going cold and serious, “It is clear that Malak has been planning this betrayal for a long time, and got someone that works here to help him do it. I need-”
“Solution: Then I will-”
“HK,” Revan inturuped HK after he had done it to him. “You are not killing Malak, yet. I have a prisoner that Malak’s informant will kill if Malak is killed first. This prisoner is important and has a lot of potential but she cannot be killed. I need you to pretend to work for Malak.” Revan looked around the room, he needed another hand in this, “You there” Revan shouted at a captain.
The man froze, his heart started to beat quickly, he swallowed hard and walked over to Revan and the HK unit “Yes my lord?” he said nervousness creeping through his voice. He hoped that he had done nothing wrong or did anything to anger him.
Revan frowned for a moment he didn’t mean to scare this man, he only wanted to get things running quicker and things to go his way, and if this man had what he needed then things would work perfectly. “Do you know anything about reprogramming?”
“I… Very little my lord, I can do it, but why do you want me to do it, I know you’re quite skilled in that area.”
“Query: Yes master what are you thinking? Why would you let me be in the hands of any other meatbags they’ll mess with all my circuits and break my precious body.”
Revan shook his head, “You don’t actually need to reprogram him.” He looked to HK for a moment he could tell he was relieved, before looking back to the captain.”I need you to find Malak, and bring HK to him, say you had managed to capture HK and reprogram him to work only for Malak. Make Malak believe that you are loyal only to him and that HK is a gift to him from you. If you are successful I’ll make you a commander.”
The man was suprised to say the least, but the deal was too good to pass up, he was always aiming to become a commander, and this was his chance “Yes m’lord.” He smiled slightly before bowing.
“Speculation: The meatbag is smart, how do we know he will fall for this.”
“Malak is too stuck in his ego, and this will be enough to prove it. I may have fallen into his trap, but you HK are key to finding his informant, and when you do kill him.”
“Excitement: Oh master, I’ll make sure it is painful”
“I’m sure you will HK, now get moving you two I expect some information by tomorrow.” When the two left, Revan was smiling, he already won this battle, it was only a matter of time now when Malak will be killed.

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The two walked down the halls only the sound of footsteps and gears shifting could be heard. HK was not fond of his master's plan one bit, and would much rather just kill that pathetic meatbag as soon as he came into range. But once again, his master denied him the pleasure of killing the disobedient meatbag. HK’s head moved to look down the halls, just ready to shoot any meatbag that did something that his master wouldn’t like, it was something that brought him great pleasure in life, and he would love to kill someone right before he had to deal with Malak.
The young captain, on the other hand, was silent, thinking of what he could say to Lord Malak about Revan's droid. Would Malak even believe him? Because if Malak realized that this was a trap set up by his master, he knew it would lead to certain death, he would just disappear from the ranks, he had no family, he wouldn’t even be remembered if it were the case, just another number to the cause lost. If he hadn’t joined, he would still be on Taris, living in the dumps where no one cared about him or what he could do, but Revan's empire gave him a chance to make a new life for himself, a new chance, and it was a chance he could not give up.

Bastila was sitting silently in her cell, part of her was still surprised about the kiss Revan had left on her hand, she knew it was him showing some sort of respect to her, but it still surprised her nonetheless, due to her being his prisoner. However, even with his promise of dealing with Malak, she still felt uneasy about the whole situation. What if he is able to kill Revan? Then what would she do? Revan is her key to no longer being a prisoner, and if Malak takes over, she knew that the torture would never stop. The only way it would stop is if she either died or turned to the dark side, something that she was dreading deep down. Not that it mattered too much, no one would be coming for her to save her from this nightmare. The jedi were gone now, and it only took her getting captured for the jedi to be doomed. Slowly, a frown started to fill her features. Her friends were gone, she no longer had a home, and her family was gone. Everyone was gone, and all she had was Revan, and she really didn’t want him to be her only friend because he was her captor.
She soon stood up before walking to a small mirror, she looked into her own reflection. Bags had started to form under her eyes; she was sure it was due to dealing with Malak torturing her, making it so she couldn’t fall asleep. Making it so she was constantly worried about when he was going to harm her next, even though she knew Revan was going to handle the situation, but it could take a while, and she wasn’t entirely sure if Revan’s plan would work out in time. Her right hand went up to touch her cheek, taking a deep breath, she wondered what things would look like if her mission did not fail, if they were actually able to take Revan and follow the Jedi’s plans. She soon shook her head. It was pointless to think of what if she had to focus on now. Bastila was about to head back to her bed when the door opened from behind her, turning to see who had entered, her eyes narrowed at the sight of Malak. Annoyance and dread both filled her features. She knew full well what he was there for, to make her life a living hell for a time being. As Malak entered her cell with a slow manner that only made her heart race as he moved closer to her. “Coming to torture me once more, Malak?” she questioned.
Malak stayed silent for a moment when Bastila threw a question at him, that was indeed his intent, but he reminded himself of the day where he tried to recruit her, and other jedi to join the fight against the mandalorians all those years ago, he wanted to hear her plead the same way she did that day, begging him to stop hurting her, but he wasn’t going to stop until she either turned or passed out. “Actually, I want to remind you of something before you let out those pathetic screams of yours.” He spoke while taking a step closer, and in response, she took one step back. He watched as her brow raised, most likely out of confusion because he was never one for words when he became Darth Malak.
“Remind me of what Malak is?” Bastila hissed his name, “The time when you betrayed the jedi? When you bombarded Telos? Killing MILLIONS” Bastila emphasized on the word, her features wrinkling up in annoyance and anger.
If Malak could smirk, he would have, he knew if he could focus on making her angry, and direct it towards Revan, her fall would be far more convincing, but torturing her was far more fun. “There is no emotion, there is peace,” Malak mocked her, which he knew would shut her up. Malak moved closer to the point where her back was to the wall, his hand moved up to pull a strand of her hair out of her face, but he could tell that she hated every moment of it. “Remember the day when I was trying to recruit you, Meetra, and a few other jedi to join the war effort against the Mandalorians?” He asked.
“I remember begging you all not to go, because the Council forbade it, and were waiting to see how much of a threat the Mandalorians were.” Bastila eyed him down, she didn’t understand why he was even bringing this up, there was no relevance to it now, besides, Malak had changed so much since then. He was kinder and more charismatic back then, and now he was a barbaric monster who killed to please his urges.
“That day, you showed everyone how weak the Jedi really were, how they would rather let billions die because of their 'passivism,’ but as soon as Revan and I come back into the picture as Sith, your precious Jedi order ends up joining in a war. It was never about protecting the people, it was always about control…” His mechanical voice trailed off.
“As if you're trying to overthrow Revan, isn't it part of your plan to control the galaxy, Malak? Get to the point,” Bastila spoke, annoyed, even rolling her eyes in the process.
“Had you joined us, you would have had power, control, even now you would have been a respected member of the Sith Empire, but you are nothing but a pathetic jedi princess. With that mistake, you will pay the price for it now.” He took a step back, his hands raised.
“No wait!” Bastila shouted, but it was too late; bolts of Sith lightning engulfed her body, sending waves of pain throughout her body. Malak’s laugh was an echo in her ears; all she could hear was the storm, and the sounds of her own screams. Nothing she could do to get out of the situation, she would just need to wait it out, something she was starting to get sick of doing.

HK was walking the halls with the captain that his master had sent him with, not that long ago. The two were looking for Malak, which was proving harder than either would have liked. HK was getting more and more annoyed by the minute, but also relieved that he hadn’t had to do the meatbag's bidding yet. He hated that he had to be that meatbag's lapdog for some time, but at the same time, it would be tremendously satisfying just to shoot him where he stood, but to his disappointment, his master forbade it for the time being. However, he knew that the moment Malak was finally killed, things would go a lot easier for his master, not having to deal with a disobedient pain in the circuits. HK was going to head to Malak’s quarters with the captain when he heard delightful screams of pain down the halls. The circuits in his head turned into a joy response, to the point where he wanted to inflict the pain himself. HK slowly started to stop walking, where the captain didn’t even notice, the screams echoing in the hallway masking his steps as he moved back. When the captain turned down the next hall, HK took his chance quickly, making his way to the cell block. His master's people have never been the greatest at inflicting pain on prisoners, and what better was it that a human or any other meatbag could do it? Where their emotions can be read by their prisoners, his form as a droid made it so he did not need to worry about such things, which made it easier to inflict pain on them.
HK followed the sounds of the screams, which not only led him to the meatbag he was supposed to serve, but also to a woman, who seemed burnt out and exhausted. HK was shocked, however, Malak was always terrible when it came down to torturing prisoners; he never hit them where it truly hurt, using brute force to turn his enemies. “Unamused expression: You are terrible at torturing prisoners. How your master allowed for this to happen is beyond me. Move meatbag and let me do it.”
Malak almost jumped at the sound of the droid's voice. He turned to look at him, his expression hardening. It was clear to him that Revan didn’t send HK to torture the jedi himself; the droid was here for its own sadistic amusement, but so was he; he had no intention of stopping. “Go away, HK, before I rip you limb from limb from your pathetic droid body.”
If HK had eyes, he'd be rolling them. Malak was too cocky to the point where it made his circuits twist; he wanted to shoot him right then and there, but knew his master's orders forbade it for the time being. “Refusal: I am not going anywhere, Master.” HK cringed at the sound of the words leaving his voice module, “After all, I am now here to serve you.”
Malak froze when HK called him master. He looked from the droid to the jedi, who seemed to be somewhat recovering. He looked back at the droid, confusion in his features. “Explain yourself now!” He demanded.
“Explanation: I am no longer in Revan's service; he has become weak-hearted and soft. I want to be on the winning side, Master. After all, only the strongest shall rule.”

Bastila was silent, more surprised than anything, she staggered back pressing her back to the wall of the small cell. She held her side, catching her breath, while getting some relief from all the pain that had been inflicted on her. However, seeing this situation with Revan's droid and Malak, it worried her that Revan was going to be betrayed more and more in due time, if he failed to get things under control, then Revan was going to lose it all to Malak and the galaxy would be doomed, after what Malak did to Telos, she knew he wouldn’t hesitate to do it to another world.
Malak paused, questioning why this was even happening. Did Revan know about this? Or did someone take HK and put him under his service instead? He didn’t want to trust it, HK hated him, and he knew it, so this sudden change was something that seemed off. “And how do I know you're not lying, droid?” Malak hissed, his voice filled with hatred as he stepped closer to the droid and away from Bastila.
HK was about to respond, however, when footsteps came from behind him, he turned to look, and it was the captain from earlier who came running into the hall looking frantic. “Oh, you found your way to lord Malak.”
Malak paused at the interruption. He looked to the captain, then HK once more, “What do you mean, Captain?” Malak questioned the man pushing past HK to get closer to him.
The captain froze in place, and stood at attention as Lord Malak made his way closer to him “I… I had managed to capture the droid for you Lord Malak to prove my loyalties to you.” he paused as Malak’s gaze was staring into his very being “I had reporgramed him to work and take orders from you, he will no longer serve Revan.”
Malak stood there, his features somewhat softening, now that there was a second side to HK’s story; he knew it was indeed true then. “Good,” Malak responded, “One last thing for me to deal with.” He turned to look at HK, then Bastila, who was now pushed up against the wall, just trying to support herself. Malak loved how pathetic she looked; it would only be a matter of time before she broke, and then Revan would be doomed. Her battle meditation, HK-47, and himself. Revan would not stand a chance against him, and he would be forced to give up the name Dark Lord of the Sith; then he would face humiliation and death. “Continue to torture the prisoner. I have something else I need to do.” Malak said to the droid, pushing past him and the Captain, “You are dismissed, and because of your bravery and your actions, you’ll be the first to get a promotion when I take over.”

Revan had been watching the cameras ever since HK left with the captain, but one thing was for sure: he couldn’t stand watching Bastila getting tortured by Malak; it ate at his heart, and he had no idea why. She was just a jedi stupid enough to face him. Maybe part of it was cause she reminded him of himself when he was younger, brash, irrational, wanted to save people, wanted to prove themselves, show the jedi that they are something greater than what they ever expected. He saw so much wasted potential in the young Jedi’s eyes when he faced her, he almost felt bad for her for believing in everything that the jedi said. It was brainwashing, something he could never do; he wanted people to see his way of things, he wanted them to know the truth rather than lies created by the jedi and the Republic. He had broken into so many people since becoming the dark lord, because he knew, he knew that there was something out there, but he didn’t know what it was, other than the fact that it was dangerous. Revan watched as HK found himself in Bastilas' cell. He held his breath; he didn’t think that HK would find her, but with Malak torturing her, it was no surprise that HK would find her, if not get sent to her later on. Revan held his breath when HK made his way into Bastila’s cell. He looked over to another screen that was in the same hall. Malak was standing in it for some time, making it too risky for him to contact HK to tell him to leave Bastila alone and to follow Malak.
Closing his fist, he waited and waited, eager for Malak to leave, and when he finally did, HK was coming up to Bastila. Revan watched as the droid grabbed her face; he could see some slight bruises on her lips and left cheek from Malak, which made his blood boil. Grabbing his holocommunicator, he hit the call button as soon as he could to stop more harm from happening.

Bastila watched as the droid approached her. She sucked in a breath; she had never been afraid of a droid before now. There was nothing she could do to defend herself from it. They had no emotions; she gritted her teeth, her eyes narrowed, and her hands went into fists when the droid grabbed her face. She was expecting a punch, maybe something worse. That's when she heard something buzzing from behind him. Instantly, she felt the droid let go of her and her body relaxed, not even two seconds after the droid let go of her face she heard Revans voice come from a holocomunnicator, confusion filled her features, what did he want now, but if the droid was working for Malak instead of Revan, something wasn’t adding up in her head.
“Don’t hurt her, HK.” Revans' voice was somewhat panicked, but also relieved that he was able to stop HK from harming her.
“Confused Quary: Why, master? She is just a pathetic jedi who hasn’t learned her place, has she not?”
“No, she isn’t HK, she is something more,” he spoke, his gaze through the mask meeting her own. He could see the confusion filling her features, but he had no time to answer any questions, not until he could speak to her again.
“Quary: Something more? Master, I’m afraid I don't understand what you are saying.”
“Don’t worry about it right now, HK. For now, I need you to follow Malak. I have a feeling that he will be going somewhere; you are to spy on him, understood?”
“Comfortmation: Yes, master.”
“And Bastila,” Revan spoke her name. He watched as her tired eyes went from closed to open just to look at him, “I’m gonna be paying you a visit here soon.”
“Why, so you can convince me to join you to make the pain stop-”
“No,” Revan interrupted her before she could say anything else. “It's something else, I just need you to trust me.”
“Fine…” Bastila grumbled, her head falling against the mattress that was in her cell. She was tired, her body ached, and what Malak was doing to her had taken a great deal out of her; she just wanted to rest. To forget about everything that she was going through, anything to make it truly stop, she needed to get away from not only Revan but the Sith Empire in general. However, in her thoughts, she had forgotten there was nowhere else for her to go; the jedi were gone. She no longer had a home, and now she had to wait for either Malak or Revan to kill each other before her fate was truly decided. How she hated that her fate wasn’t in her own hands, but there was nothing she could do about it for the time being. She had to stay strong, for she was the last jedi.

Malak walked down the halls, his hands at his sides, his breath increasing with excitement. Things were getting better and better by the minute. With Revan's most trusted droid at his side, there was nothing Revan would be able to do against him and his informant. Going deep within the ship, he had let the informant know about the small change of plans, which only served to better them. He used his communicator to let his informant know where to meet him in a few minutes. Malak was eager to share the news of HK and how it accelerated their plans by months. The Jedi was already gonna help with it, but HK only made it better. Malak was more than ready to use the trust Revan had for the droid against him, and it was only a matter of time before he fell into his hands. He would make Revan beg for mercy, make him look utterly pathetic in front of every single one of his followers before ending his miserable, worthless existence. It was only a matter of time, not years, months, weeks; it was days away. He was looking forward to it. He continued to move down the halls, unknowing to him, HK was following not too far behind him.

Bastila was lying in the small bed, her body curled into a ball as she slept as much as she possibly could. Hours upon hours of torture were taking a toll on her body; her skin was drying out to the point that blood came out of the broken cracks of her skin. She felt incredibly weak, to the point where she just wanted to give up on her strong and unbreakable act; cause, in all truths, she was breaking. She couldn't withstand this for very much longer; she would fall sooner than later if Malak wasn’t dealt with soon. Because of that, she could only hope that Revan would keep his word in making Malak pay for everything he had done. Bastila knew he would in time; she just hoped it wouldn’t be too late.

When Revan approached her cell, his face immediately filled with a frown. Seeing her body curled up in a ball like that, it was probably the only way she was even able to find comfort. Sighing, he wanted to let her rest, but at the same time, she needed to be kept up to date on his plan to kill Malak, because she would play a big role in it. He would offer her freedom from her cell if she were willing to help him. Something Revan knew she wanted and couldn’t say no to. Especially with all the harm Malak was causing her, surely she would want some kind of revenge on him for everything he had done.
Taking a deep breath, Revan opened the cell door and walked in quietly. As he approached her, he noticed not even her features were relaxed, as if her body was getting tortured every second that passed. Kneeling down, he gently put his hand on her shoulder, shaking her lightly, before he could even react, a fist went right for his mask, catching him by surprise, making him fall back slightly. “Ow….” Revan grumbled as he lifted his hand to touch his mask.
When Bastila realized what she had done, a part of her felt bad about the sudden attack, but another part of her didn’t, especially because he was the reason why she was even locked up in the first place. “Are you okay?” Bastila suddenly asked as she sat up from her lying position.
“Yeah..” Revan rubbed the mask as he stood up. He was sure there was going to be a bruise on his jaw: “Just wasn’t expecting to be punched that hard.”
“You shouldn’t have woken me then.”
“You weren’t even relaxed; it wouldn’t have changed how well you rested.” Revan watched as she rolled her eyes. He could tell she did not appreciate him, taking in what she said literally.
“Whatever…” Bastila grumbled. “Get on with your plan already, then, that way I can try to rest once more.”
“How-?”
“How did I know? You always have a plan, even if it is a backup, that's why the jedi needed me to make sure none of your plans worked.”
Now it was Revan's turn to roll his eyes, as she brought up more unnecessary jedi blonder that helped them none. “Will you just shut up and listen? This will help both of us get rid of Malak.” His voice was filled with annoyance but also eagerness to get his point across as quickly as possible, so that he wouldn’t get caught by Malak.
Bastila fell quiet; she didn’t expect to be outright told to shut up, the jedi rarely did it, only when they were tired of her trying to fight them on some of the rules and beliefs. Silently, Bastila nodded; she wanted to hear what he had to say now that he had a plan to get rid of Malak.
Seeing her give into him for once gave Revan some relief. He was glad she was willing to listen, but he was sure most of it was because there was a way to get rid of Malak for good. “My droid that came in here, HK-47, he's going to spy on Malak for me, get close to him, figure out who his little spy is so I can kill him.”
“I don’t understand how this gets rid of Malak?” Bastila interrupted.
“Give me a second, and I’ll get there,” Revan spoke up after the rude interruption. “When Malak's spy is killed, HK can lead him into a trap with the spy's voice to kill Malak once and for all.”
“How are you sure Malak will fall for this trick?”
“He's already starting to fall for it, Bastila. HK is following him right now to learn who is working for Malak, not only Malak believes HK is loyal to him, not me. He's going to get cocky, he's gonna believe he is invincible, and when he finally thinks he's on top, he will watch everything he thought he had crumble down below him.”
“How do I come into this then?” Bastila questioned.
“He's going to want you there during the face off to use you against me; however, you aren’t gonna be defenseless this time around. I still have your lightsaber, and when Malak calls for us both to be in the same room, we act, HK will turn against him, and then I will give you your lightsaber. Together, we should be able to defeat him.” He watched her as she was about to speak up again, but he spoke first: “If you help me with this, I’ll give you your freedom, you can do as you please around this ship as long as you don’t cause any trouble.”
Bastila was silent for the longest time, to the point where she was chewing on her bottom lip, listening to everything he was saying. But when he promised her freedom, she knew she couldn’t say no. She wouldn’t have to worry about being harmed anymore. Slowly, she started to nod, “Fine, I will help you with this.”
Revan felt relieved when she agreed, because part of him thought she was going to be stubborn as ever and refuse the deal, but he was more than glad she would stand by his side in all of this and kill Malak with her help. Maybe after it all, he could convince her to become his apprentice, but that would be a question for another time. Moving closer to her, Revan put his hand on her shoulder in a comforting manner. “Thank you, you won’t regret this, Bastila..” Revan paused, “Get some rest, you deserve it, especially after everything you’ve been through.” Revan took a step back from her, making his way out of her cell before he turned back to her. He wanted to say something, but he couldn’t find the words.
Bastila had lain down when Revan moved away from her. She appreciated the gesture and the confidence he had in her to help him kill Malak. When he stopped in her cell, she looked over to him. Her eyes met the visor. Immediately, her heart started to pound in her chest, and she didn’t understand why it was happening, but when he left the room, she started to miss his presence. Sighing, Bastila closed her eyes, finally relaxed after being on edge and harmed for days.

He followed the same path that he had taken days before, getting into the deeper levels of the ship where his informant was already waiting for him. Seeing the man, Malak approached him quietly, but also with a smug look of confidence. “Seems like our plan has changed for the better,” Malak stated as he moved closer to the man. His arms soon folded over his chest, and his body leaned against the nearest wall.
The informant, on the other hand, had been waiting for a small bit of time. He usually stuck in the shadows, which made it easier for him to get into the deeper levels of the ship undetected. It also helped when he spied on Revan to show how weak he really was. His brow raised as he turned around when he heard Malak speak from behind him. Did the Jedi finally give into Malak far sooner than they had originally thought? Did Revan leave Malak in charge for some time? ‘That's impossible,’ the informant thought. Revan knew what Malak was trying to do, but it wouldn’t make sense. “What do you mean, my lord?” The Sith spoke, confusion filling his features.
Malak wanted to smile, but the smile of cruelty and the enjoyment of watching people suffer, instead, he let out a deep chuckle, hints of amusement filling it, not because of the silly question, but because of how oblivious Revan would be when they decided to attack him and kill him once and for all. “It would seem that Revan's most trusted droid, HK-47, no longer works for him.”
“How is that even possible? He's an assassin droid, not very easy to even capture in the first place.”
“I don’t know how he did it, but one of the captains on this ship was able to capture the droid for me and reprogram it to solely work for me.” Malak's eyes gleamed with excitement; he was so close to his success.
The man was surprised, to say the least. It was indeed a good step forward in their plans. “This means our plans have been pushed up, right? We take Revan out much sooner now that his droid is helping us; we could even have the droid kill Revan, by using his trust and love for the droid against him.”
“No, Bandon, I am gonna be the one who gets to kill Revan, as it was always meant to be.” Malak was upset that the man would even suggest something like this. He knew how much Malak hated Revan; to give a stupid droid the pleasure of killing his master made his blood boil. “When the time comes, Revan will be killed, and it will indeed be soon.” Malak turned his body to face the wall, his arms resting behind his back as he thought out his plan once more, now needing to adjust HK into the situation.
Bandon sat there in silence as he watched Malak turn his back on him. He knew he was deep in thought, but he also wanted to know what his future master was thinking. After all, this was a shared plan between the two: “What are you thinking, lord Malak?”
Malak took in a breath, his eyes closing for a few moments, before he turned back to Bandon, “I’m gonna send HK to not only grab the Jedi prisoner for me, make sure she is weak, broken by my hand, make it so Revan feels like he failed her. Failed to protect her, after all his feelings for her cannot be denied. I can then use HK to lure Revan into a trap to see all his failures right in front of him. With all of Revan's feelings betraying him, he’ll be weak. I can kill him simply by putting her life in danger.”
“Then, when do we start?” Bandon asked.
“Give it a few days, I still need to prep HK-47 on this… operation.” He hissed, the words coming out smooth but filled with hate, calm yet resentful, his body moved with a swiftness that would scare anyone who wasn’t paying attention to him. He made his way out of the room. He’d leave the jedi alone for now.
“Yes, lord Malak…”

Little did the two Sith lords know, HK was sitting in the darkness, listening and watching their conversation. Every time Malak spoke his master's name, it made his critics turn. He had to fight himself from going into the room and shooting them both dead. In all reality, only one would have died, that much HK knew, but he wouldn’t know what one would. It was a coin toss, but he figured that the meatbag Malak would be the one who would live.
Revan had given Malak everything: a friend, family, a home, even a place in his ranks, and this is how Malak was trying to repay him, by stabbing him in the back. HK hated it and vowed to himself that he would never let another soul dare to threaten his master's reign. Revan was the true dark lord of the Sith, and HK was gonna make sure that Malak would find out the hard way with a slow and painful death.
He would be able to trick Malak now; however, he could easily use his voice print protocol to mimic Malak’s or Bandon's voice. The thought excited him; he knew his master would be most pleased with this idea. He could use it to kill Bandon if he wanted, if not both him and Malak. He needed to speak to his master immediately.

His mask rested on a nearby desk in his room, as he moved around it deep in thought. Revan couldn’t stop worrying about Bastila; it didn’t make sense to him at all. Part of him wishes he could just kill her and get everything done and over with, so that he would never have to worry about his feelings for another dragging him down ever again. He supposed that there was some wisdom in the Jedi code for not allowing attachments, because it could easily be turned and used against a person. He was learning that the hard way. Sighing, he wondered why he couldn’t just kill her. Had he been able to do that day when she faced him, he wouldn’t have to be dealing with this. But the bravery in her eyes, the determination, she reminded him too much of himself, and because of that, he couldn’t kill her or even harm her physically, for that matter, or even emotionally. The way she looked at him after he attacked Coruscant broke his heart, but he didn’t let it show at the time, but alone, he knew it hurt him. Putting a hand to his chin, he felt the hairs that were there. He never bothered to shave, never needed to with the mask; he only kept it clean and short so it would not bother him.
Revan was about to rest when his door opened, to see his trusted HK droid walk into the room. For a moment, Revan had been spooked by the door opening, to the point he had his hand on his chest to catch a breath.” Hk, you caught me off guard.”
“Apology: I do not mean you any physical or mental harm, master.”
“It's alright, HK,” Revan responded, now wanting to change the topic. “What did you find out?”
“Answer: I’m afraid the meatbag Malak is trying to set up a trap for you, master, along with another man named Bandon working for him. Speculation: I would assume that this is the very man who has been spying on you all this time, reporting your actions to Malak.”
Revan paused, thinking this over. Bandon, he didn’t recognize the name, it was probably cause he usually only worked with his assassination squads to ensure more Jedi joined them, and if they didn’t have them killed, but he still couldn’t do it to Bastila, he still didn’t understand it. “Thank you for finding out the identity of this man, it helps a lot. Other than this, what kind of trap is Malak trying to make for me?” Revan asked, needing to know so he could be the most prepared.
“Disgusted answer: The foolish meatbag wants to use the jedi prisoner against you, master. He wants her broken and harmed, so you feel like you failed. Where you feel like everything is your fault, that way when the meatbag tries to strike, he can kill you because you’ll be too weak. It will be a final way for him to turn your followers against you, once and for all.”
Revan fell silent for some time, just trying to contemplate his next move, even though he was one step ahead of Malak, it still didn’t ease any of his worries. Bastila was at risk; everything he had ever made was at risk. Shaking his head, he was sick of all of this, sick of trying to play Malak’s game. “We need to set this into motion quicker; there isn’t as much time as we think there is. The Jedi Bastila…” Revan paused, his features softening as her name rolled off his tongue.
“Query: Master, are you alright?” A genuinely considered voice filled HK. He had never seen his master act this way before, especially over the life of a mere Jedi.
Revan shook his head. He didn’t expect himself to freeze the way he did over her name. What was wrong with him? “Yeah, I'm fine, HK, just everything has added a lot of unnecessary stress to my days.” He brought up his right hand, pinching the bridge of his nose. “As I was saying, before my little distraction, we need to find some way to make them rush, which isn’t my usual style; it will throw Malak off of his game.” His hand soon moved away from his nose to his side, moving his body around the small room, he gazed at HK, hard. He remembered when he had first put together the droid, how proud he was of it, even working out the kinks as the days had gone by. That's when it clicked, his voice module could mimic voices. “HK, your voice print protocol, we can use it to our advantage.”
“Statement: Why of course, Master, I was going to mention it before you had gone on your rant about the meatbag.”
Revan let out a small chuckle. It was something that he needed. HK never failed to bring some enjoyment into his life, even more so with his term ‘meatbag.’ Revan rushed over to his desk, grabbing his mask. He needed to make a move now. “HK, let's go, I have an idea.”

“Query: Are you sure this will work, Master?” HK asked, speculation filling his voice. The two had ventured to the deepest parts of Revan's ship, the very palace where Malak and Bandon had been meeting. HK had led his master right to it, which ended up explaining why no one was able to find them, until his master practically told him to spy on the meatbag Malak.
“Yes, HK, I am sure this will work,” Revan spoke as he moved into the darkness. He grabbed his lightsaber, activating it in the dark room, lighting everything up around them. The metal of the hilt felt cold in his hands, light, but heavy at the same time, something he couldn’t explain. The red glow bounced off his mask, highlighting every feature of it. He knew that the moment Bandon fell into his trap, this would be the very last thing he saw. “HK, do your thing.” He spoke, his lightsaber blade now retracting back into the hilt.
HK grabbed the comlink he had been given by his master. “Mockery:” Hk pressed the call button, sending the message, “Bandon, I need to speak to you immediately. I had run into Revan, and I fear he may be catching on to our plans. We need to come up with a diversion to keep him busy for the time being.” HK’s voice perfectly matched Malak's; every word sounded like him, and it was impossible not to buy. He watched his master nod at him in approval, which made the droid feel much pride in his work.

Bandon was surprised to say the least, about the urgent message from Malak, he didn’t realize Revan was even going to catch on. Maybe taking in the HK droid was a mistake, and it led Revan to them a lot quicker than they thought, because it was Revan's most trusted droid. Bandon also assumed that Revan was expecting HK to be back by now, which probably raised his suspicions. The man grabbed the standard black boots, his hood, belt, and lightsaber, all necessary things he needed in case someone tried to start a fight with him, which he doubted. He wished more would be foolish enough to fight him like they are on Korriban.
He moved deep within the ship once more, following the paths that no one knew, nor the cameras could see. The walk was short, but also long; he couldn’t explain it, perhaps part of him did not want to keep discussing plans and just make a move already, but Malak was making things take longer than necessary because of the pathetic Jedi. If it were up to him, she would have been dead by now. Bandon just sighed. He couldn’t make these decisions for Malak, no matter how much he wished he could. Opening up the door to the small area, all he met was darkness. Confusion filled his features; there was always some kind of lighting. “Lord Malak?” He questioned as he stepped into the room. He moved carefully, but things didn’t feel right, but he couldn’t pinpoint it.
Revan watched as the man made his way into the area, and eagerness filled him to kill his traitor. His fingers moved over the hilt of his blade, the familiar touch making him excited. Looking at HK, he nodded for him to speak.
“Bandon, I am glad you were able to make it on such short notice.”
Bandon sighed in relief when he heard Malak’s voice, “Yes, of course, we are in this together after all, I wanna see Revan dead as much as you do.”
“Shame that the only one dying tonight is..” HK stopped using Malak's voice, in the pause, “Threat: The only one dying is you.”
Bandon's eyes narrowed. This couldn’t be happening; he and Malak had been tricked by the HK droid, and he needed to let his master know. He grabbed his lightsaber, turning on the crimson blade, only to meet with another one. His eyes shifted to the wielder of the other blade. Fear filled his very being as he saw the infamous mask of Revan. Things weren’t supposed to look like this.
Revan couldn’t stop himself from smirking when he saw the look of fear fill the man's eyes. In one quick motion, Revan kicked the man in his gut, sending him into the wall. While simultaneously, HK shot the lightsaber out of the man's hands. Revan moved swiftly to the man, pinning him in the corner. “You were a fool to turn against me, Bandon, and now as punishment, you shall face death. You are a cowered for hiding in the shadows and working with my lesser”
Bandon looked up at Revan, knowing that he would never recover from the choices he made, that he would never be forgiven. “Malak promised me something that you never did; I had better options than working for you.”
“And what is that?”
“Power”
“Pathetic. Malak has been hiding, acting like he runs everything when he doesn’t. He is a fool, and you are only playing a fool's game.” Revan saw the man attempt to speak once more to defend his own actions, but Revan wouldn’t let him get another word out before the man lost his head. “That's how we deal with traitors, and Malak will soon face the same fate.” Revan hissed, hatred filling his voice, before leaving the body and the room behind. Malak was next.