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Four thousand years before the rise of the Galactic empire, the Republic verges on collapse.
Recovering from the ravages of the Mandalorian crusades. Saved by Jedi Heroes, they returned Traitors.
Newly crowned Dark Lord Revan has unleashed an invincible Sith armada upon an unsuspecting galaxy.
Crushing all resistance, Revan’s war of conquest has left the Jedi Order scattered and vulnerable as countless Knights fall in battle, and many more swear allegiance to the new Sith Master.
Now the Jedi launch a despite plan to capture the Sith Master, and his Shadow Hand Malak, who waits for any opportunity to strike down his Master and assume the Mantle of the Dark Lord. With the help of the Jedi, it comes sooner then he expects…
The Outer Rim Territories
Bastila
She leaned against the wall of the ship’s hanger. Around her a number of experienced Jedi Knights, and elite soldiers just waiting. Some talked, some played a few rounds of Pazaak to pass the time, every one of them pretending not to notice the tense atmosphere. The Republic fleet of only a few ships was a pathetic display. Visibly damaged, the worst one totally crippled without its engines, they weren’t moving anywhere until repairs were done. Bastila wasn’t worried for she was a Jedi. The force was with her, and it always would be. While she was left alone undisturbed, she knew that everyone was counting on her. Their faith was well put for she wouldn’t fell them. None of them had the power she did, not even the other Jedi who trusted themselves to this suicide mission. She knew the exact number of crew gathered for the operation. Had felt the immense weight pushed upon her shoulder grow as she spent weeks reading the names of them all, and what had brought them all together?
All because of Revan; Their Hero, Their Traitor…
Could any of the masters have predicted her fall to such an extent? Bastila had grown up hearing of the talented Jedi, and her escapades that became Padawan gossip. Powerful, daring, unafraid to flaunt her beauty. When Revan had been a mere Padawan she had been caught numerous times in acts which would have expelled most others. Sharing the bed of a fellow student, making improper use of the temple’s reflective pools, and studying forbidden Jedi datapads concerning illicit philosophy. Of which she would have had to break into the lower levels of the Temple, and some whispered that the guards she had come across were expelled for falling under her influence. Some whispered that she had even seduced the council to avoid being expelled, but that was the only rumor Bastila couldn’t believe, if only to avoid imagining Master Vandar or Master Vrook letting their robes fall.
She knew it couldn’t be true, while Revan’s loose character was well known; it was her acts befitting a Jedi Knight that showed why she had never been expelled. Quick to act, but she had saved more lives than most before ever being Knighted. Bastila remembered the day their ship, A Jedi cruiser, had been attacked by pirates. They had struck without fear crippling the ship and boarding it before anyone knew what had happened. Back then she was only a learner, too afraid to leave her Master’s side. All around her she saw Teachers and their Students fall to a rain of blaster fire. Then Revan had appeared like a force of nature that none could rival. It was the first time Bastila had actually seen her, and that was but a glimpse of her lightsaber moving faster than her eyes could see. It had been a losing battle before Revan almost single handedly saved them all. It was the first time Bastila had felt she had seen just how powerful a Jedi could become. When it was all done, as they were tending to their fallen. Revan had already left commandeering the Pirate’s own ship to intercept the pirates’ reinforcements; destroying them all before they could do more harm.
She could still remember how excited she had been for Revan to comeback abord. If not to thank her personally, if just to catch a glimpse of their savior’s face. Never getting the chance as Revan took off in her new ship, using the ship’s computers to locate, and destroy the rest of the pirate band. From there she would catch the stories of Revan’s accomplishments, defending colonies from bandits, bringing corrupt planetary governors to justice, and defeating the rare Dark Jedi that scourged the galaxy. When the Mandalorian threat came for the Republic Core worlds it was no surprise that Revan would rush to the fight. Against the wisdom of the council. From her hero to a fool she watched as Revan, and her fellow Knight, Alek court doom to all who listened, and joined them. So many of her friends had been lost in the conflict. That was where Revan’s pride in their strength had led them all. Revan had become victorious in the end, and all it cost was those who had trusted in her. Meeting their end at Malachor V.
Bastila trusted in the guidance of her, albeit strict quick-to-harshly correct, betters. With such few students remaining they were able to put all their focus into her, and the results spoke for themselves. Twelve years later Bastila was no longer the weak hesitant girl she had been. Her skills were beyond those of even the older Jedi Knights now. In the selection of who would be joining this mission they had undergone weeks of eliminations. The dules pushed them all to their limits, displaying such mastery of Makashi, Shien, and Djem So that had no been seen since the Great Hyperspace War. None who faced her in the ring was able to overcome her double-bladed lightsaber. It couldn’t be called ego when she had defeated the Blade-master Qwi after hour long combat. She would end this war if given the chance. To show Revan the strength of the Light, and how the addiction of the Dark side only corrupted one’s power till it was brittle as ash. She was prepared for a difficult fight, but she knew it would be her who would bring the Sith to her knees. Bastila only hoped the former Champion would submit to the mercy of the Jedi.
She took a deep breath feeling the approaching wave of darkness before a siren blared breaking everyone out of their thoughts.
“Battle Stations! Sith war ships have just jumped out of Hyperspace! Sith Flagships spotted!” The entire ship rumbled and shook as a barrage of shots landed against their shields. Their gamble had paid off. As she could feel hundreds of lives being lost with each Republic ship destroyed by the endless Sith armada, the Jedi could only gleam the small victory that they had finally drawn out the Dark Lord, and his apprentice. She raced into the quickly cramped transport with everyone else. Even in the tightly defined space everyone gave her room. There was no time for thanks as she reached out through the force; The special strength that would win them the fight. Her skill in the art of Battle Meditation was unheard of in one so young. With it she turned the tide of the fight in their favor. They would teach Revan the full folly of her pride. As the Republic interceptor ships began to outmaneuver every single Sith fighter, she couldn’t help but feel amusement at the ideal of the Dark Lord panicking. Bastila reached out to their enemies causing disarray and reducing their skills to that of amateurs. In minutes the battle had turned from an immediate loss to one they could win!
Republic ships dropped out of hyperspace trapping the Sith’s fleet main escape. Bastila could have won the whole battle from her meditation, but that’s not what they were after; if they could defeat both Sith Lords, they could learn the mystery of their unending war machine. They could either win this battle today or end this whole war today. She felt the lift of the transport begin to take off, their squadrons of ships breaking off into two groups; Bastila’s heading towards Revan’s Flagship, while the second group headed for the Leviathan, the second flagship commanded by Revan’s second-in-command; Malak his apprentice. The Transport ships unleashed all their armaments into the Flagship’s defenses. Clearing a way into the hanger bay where danger surrounded them all. Not every ship made it, and those that did invited death the second they opened their doors. Lightsabers activated from the darkness in a cacophony of a battle cry! Bastila spun her blades to meet the wave of blaster fire. Returning every shot back to their shooter. No one could slow them down. Not even the first wave of dark Jedi who rushed into them only to fall aside. For every Republic soldier who fell, twenty Sith soldiers would fall, and for every Jedi who was struck down, two hundred Sith would join them. Within an hour they had cut their way straight to the heart of the Flag Ship’s bridge.
What had Bastila expected when the door opened? If it was for Revan to be distraught, panicking that they had been caught in a trap, she was to be disappointed. The Dark Lord of the Sith didn’t react to the Jedi Strike team as they entered. Watching the battle from their command spot with arms crossed. No sense of panic, no waves of anger bellowing from them.
“So, you’re the one.”, The ardent voice, made metallic by the Mandalorian war helm Revan wore, put a pause to the momentum that had carried them all here. Bastila found her throat tight as she knew the comment was aimed at her, but it made the surviving Strike team pause in their approach as a horrible realization washed over them that even before they had even fought; The Dark Lord of the Sith was too powerful.
“You’ve come all this way.”, Revan laughed humorlessly, “So I will provide.” Her red blade ignited with a crackle that broke them out of their stupor. The last of Revan’s dark Jedi came to her aid unneeded, but they distracted enough. Every time Bastila tried to engage Revan one of her acolytes would intervene. From behind the Dark Lord’s helmet Bastila could feel a taunting smile aimed at her. Just like in her memory Revan wasn’t just a skilled warrior, they were the uncaring wild energy of nature directed in human form.
She was toying with them all. Utilizing Niman like none had ever witnessed. Revan deflected four different attacks at once with their lightsaber. All the while with the simple closing of her empty off-hand fist she began choking all her attackers, and punching with it she sent them flying in every direction. Battle-Master Qwi tried next with two of his best students. Attack one after the other in a flurry of blades to create no escape, but Revan simply danced like a shadow in her heavy war robes. Not even needing to parry one strike before she delivered a bone cracking uppercut to Qwi’s chin. His students kept up their assault for only a second before they experienced what Sith Sorcery could do to their minds. Their screams dealt a wave of damage to the quickly shrinking morale of those still in the fight. Bastila began to feel herself sweat as she struggled against someone who should have easily been bested by now.
“That’s it Jedi~”, The Acolyte grinned, “Succumb to that crushing weight of fear! To Lord Revan’s strength!”
Bastila nearly tripped taking a step back suppressing her skyrocketing heart rate. The Dark Jedi was advancing, and she could only give up ground. They were losing! Everywhere she glanced she saw less and less Jedi fighting. All remaining Soldiers took their last chance against the Sith Lord, lining up in formation and unleashing a hail of fire. Revan had no need to deflect a single shot, moving like a phantom just out of the way of each deadly hit. Approaching them like the embodiment of death that she was. Lightning crackled at her fingertips as it gathered energy casting wicked light and shadow across her helm. When she was at the tip of their barrels, she waited unmoving.
“The first one who makes it past the bridge door lives.”
Not one stayed. Breaking into a mad sprint that made the Dark Lord laugh. Watching to see who would be the one to win their life. The Dark Jedi who fought Bastila was playing with her. Batting away her weak attacks like she was a youngling.
“Is this all those pathetic Jedi can send? Just some weak little Padawan slut?”
Bastila cried out as she was struck back. The Dark Jedi stood over her raising his blade for a final strike, “I’d hope you were more of a challenge.” He mocked the Jedi with a cruel laugh. Bastila felt the tears building in her eyes. This couldn’t be how it ended!
The Dark Jedi brought down his finishing blow only to be interrupted by lighting wrapping around his entire being like a blanket. He screamed out as he met his end by the Sith Lord’s hand.
“Such a treasure can’t be destroyed by a fool like that.”, Her savor approached with a regal stride. Revan offered her hand, and when the Jedi was too slow to react to what just happened, Revan used the force to pull her up off the floor. Bastila couldn’t fight against the power that suspended her in the air. Face to face with the Dark Lord of the Sith completely at her mercy.
“Do we not give thanks to those who help us, Jedi?”, Revan teased.
Bastila clenched her teeth as she fought the suggestion invading her mind. She wouldn’t let herself utter the words the Sith Lord commanded her to say. “Oh, I knew you were strong.”, A metallic chuckle.
“Now just stay here for me while I take care of your friends.”, Revan trailed a gloved finger up her neck to her lips. Bringing a sensation up Bastila’s spine she’d never experienced before that made her squirm. Swaying away as she raised her lightsaber to the three standing Jedi. Revan pointed to each of them with her blade, “I’ll slay you, followed by you, and you can think about submitting while I’m busy butchering the other two.” They were exhausted, barely able to raise their weapons, and not one of them expected to survive.
“W-Wait please!”, Bastila stammered out. Her heart was beating in her ears. Revan paused tilting their head back at her.
“Please don’t kill them!”, She begged.
“Please?”, Revan repeated not lowering their lightsaber. “What do you offer?”
“M…M….my…….”, Bastila try as she might, but couldn’t get the word out.
Revan approached her and stroked her face, “You can say it.”
“My…My…mmmmmmm”, She could only stammer not understanding what was happening. Revan took hold of her hair and pulled back hard tilting her head back, “Hurry up.”
Nothing the Jedi had ever taught her could explain the heat growing between her legs. Bastila gulped as Revan squeezed her face.
“Myself! I’ll give you myself! Please just spare them!”
Again that cruel dry laugh, followed by a harsh smack across her face, “Do you think yourself a fine gift? Arrogant little Jedi~”
“LEAVE HER ALONE MONSTER!”, One of the three snapped. Raising his lightsaber only to drop it when Revan yanked him off his feet and pulled him into her outstretched grip. Raising him off the floor with no trouble as she choked him.
“Can you pay for such a terrible offense Jedi?”, Revan looked back at her waiting. Bastila gave up her struggle as a deep blush came across her face, “I can.”
Revan threw down the Jedi and released Bastila from her invisible bondage. Only to grab ahold of her hair, leading her over the unconscious Knight. Yanking her along roughly, nearly making her trip and stumble trying to keep up, to the front of the bridge. Where outside the port windows the battle played out before them.
“It was your power, wasn’t it?”, Revan mused pulling on Bastila’s hair to make her look up. “I’ve never seen such a display of it before. With such little numbers you accomplished so much, and now without it; the battle is ours once again.”
It was true, as Bastila knew it would be the moment she had stopped the Battle Meditation. Outside the port view was no battle. Only a one-sided slaughter. The Dark Lord wrapped her thick gloved hand around Bastila’s throat. Tightening it, blocking her air way, giving the Jedi a sense of lightheadedness that overwhelmed her sore tired body.
“Was this ploy worth so many lives?”, Revan whispered it to her ear. Tracing her fingertips down Bastila’s backside. The Dark Lord’s voice hollow and metallic became sultry, “I’m moved you would do so much, throw away so many, just to meet with me; Just to fail.”
A shame Bastila never knew she could feel took hold of her heart. A sound she didn’t think she could make escaped her as the Sith struck her ass. The harsh sting quickly followed after by more that left tears building in her eyes. When the punishment ended another only began. Bastila had been ready to become one with the force to complete the mission. She had never readied herself for the Sith to seep their hand under her robes.
The Dark Lord released their grip on her throat to allow her to breath a few merciful gasp of air.
“There is so much I’m looking forward to teaching you.”, her hands took possession of Bastila’s breasts. She groped and twisted her stiffened nipples roughly pulling a whine from the Jedi's throat. “What to call you…No, you have no need to tell me your old name.”, She slapped Bastila when the woman tried to stammer out an answer. “You’ll have no use for it. You are mine now, and I will bestow my treasure with a worthy name befitting someone so strong, so beautiful~”, Revan tenderly stroke where she just struck. Bastila hated how she pressed against the gloved hand. Not able to admit to herself how soothing it felt against the stinging pain that remained there. “From this day forth my Jedi pet, You will be mine; My dear-", Bastila’s heart wouldn’t stop pounding as she waited to hear the offense she was to be gifted, but she was spared by the treachery of the Sith.
In the opposing Sith ship across from their own where Revan's apprentice, Malak, commanded the second saw his chance. The cannons took aim at the flagship. Revan paused her torture realizing only too late. Bastila only heard that dry laughter before she was thrown across the bridge into the arms of her fellow Knights. Then everything was lost in a barrage of fire that threatened to destroy the ship if it continued. Bastila was helped to her feet in a daze. Nothing seemed real, but she understood the bridge was catching aflame. Those still alive ran to the wounded and grabbed them. She stumbled forward and towered over the collapsed Sith Lord who still somehow lived after taking the brunt of the attack. Bastila called her saber-staff to her hand as she knelt down.
Pressing it against Revan’s breastplate. She was undone by what she had just experienced. Anger turned into the dark whispers that she should just ignite her blade, but confusion over the Dark Lord’s last act gave her pause. She had saved her…as a Jedi should; putting all others before themselves, and their own goals. A Jedi would never strike down a helpless opponent. They still needed Revan…Bastila put away her weapon, and removed the war helm.
Her face pale from its long years covered, but she looked untouched by the corrupting power of the Dark side. Not even it had been able to fade Revan's beauty. Now looking as though she only slumbered. Her black hair loose from the hold it had been in now spread out framing the Dark lord in a sinful Halo. She was too beautiful for the Jedi, and again hatred whispered in her ears. No…was it jealously? Bastila was a Jedi, not one who after all the years of training , would fall for such trappings of something so vain. The Dark Lord’s lips parted drawing in weak breaths. She stared too long at them. Another volley of fire hit the ship. Nearly throwing them into the spreading fire. They wouldn’t live long if they continued doing nothing, and she felt Revan’s life force slowly fading. Bastila pressed her hand gently against the Sith's cold face. She channeled all the strength she had left unto Revan. Pulling her from the encroaching darkness of death. Bastila shared her life energy to heal until the act threatened to draw too much form herself. She swayed almost collapsing, but was caught by one of the surviving Jedi, and with their help they escaped the flagship before it was destroyed completely. They had accomplished what they had came after; The Dark Lord of the Sith Revan had been captured. Bastila would think it but a dream as they flew away. She laid side by side the Dark Lord on the escape ship in a shared state of life and death. No one noticed when their hands searched out for each other…