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A Warrior's Heart	By : RosesInInk Category: +G through L > Knights of the Old Republic Views: 2529 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own and of the characters used except for my own version of Revan. I don't own the universe nor the canon or fandom of Knights of the Old Republic mentioned and used in this piece. This is just for fun and love of the verse not money/profit.

Chapter List
- 1-A Warrior's Heart
- 2-Chapter 2
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Revan walked through the Star Forge with a calm even stride. Malak was behind this next door. He knew it. He could just feel it as surely as he could sense the energy of the Star Forge pulsing beneath metal and the place where Bastila was now meditating for the Republic. The door slid back and Revan spotted Malak’s cape easily in the distance. Revan’s light footsteps echoed as he approached. The men and women floating in what looked like modified kolto tanks were more than a bit unnerving but Revan refused to think on it for more than a moment. “You have come,” came the metallic ‘voice’ of his once lover.

“This has to end, Malak.”

“Believe me, Revan, I wholeheartedly agree,” Malak rasped as he turned to face the smaller man. “You have made this transition of power far more complicated than it needed to be. But I suppose I could expect nothing more from you. You did always love making things difficult for me.”

Revan shook his head slightly, “Malak, please, we don’t have to let it come to this. We can still end this without either of us dying.”

Malak laughed, “Come now, Revan! You should know me better than that after all these years! You were the one that taught me that I would have to take my place from you once I was ready. Well, I have <i>been</i> ready, Revan. I have grown powerful with the Star Forge. You cannot hope to beat me! Coming here was a mistake, Revan. I will defeat you once and for all and prove without a doubt that I am destined to be the true lord of the Sith.”

Waves of sorrow swept over Revan and he closed his eyes to push it back. He opened his eyes a moment later, “Even if I have to destroy the Star Forge with us in it, I will defeat you.”

“I would expect no less, Darling.”

Revan recoiled at the affectionate name. The small bit of surprise was enough and Malak rushed across the open area, lightsaber already flashing with angry red light and determined steel in his eyes. Revan’s lightsaber flared to life to lock against Malak’s. Sparks flew as their lightsabers slammed into each other. The smell of burning ozone swept over them as they dodged slashes with expert skill.

Suddenly, Malak’s hand flung out and Revan was thrown off his feet, lightsaber skittering away across the floor. Revan stopped just short of the edge to the walkway and quickly rolled to the side to avoid the saber blade as it plunged towards his chest. Revan quickly scrambled to his feet as he focused on his saber hilt. The finely crafted weapon burst to life as it jumped towards the Echani’s open hand. He spun just in time to deflect Malak’s next slash.

“You will have to do better than this, Dear Revan,” Malak growled as their sabers locked on each other again.

Revan narrowed his eyes. “Very well,” he said throwing his free hand upwards and blasting the surrounding area with the Force. Malak slid back but didn’t fall. Revan turned and caught up a nearby crate and hurled it at the larger Sith. Malak sliced the box in half easily but Revan was already rushing forward with far more speed than a human could or should be able to reach.

There was a fine spray of blood that quickly evaporated from the heat of the silver lightsaber that cut through Malak’s side. Malak grunted and took several steps back, a hand going to his injury instantly. His eyes were blazing yellow fury. “Your skill has improved since the <i>Leviathan</i>.”

“I’ve had practice,” Revan replied easing his stance as Malak backed up another few steps. “I was always a better duelist than you, Malak. Don’t be foolish and continue this fight when you know my skill exceeds yours.”

“No, Revan,” Malak said suddenly straightening. “You are the one with less skill.” He lashed out with the force at a nearby kolto tank. Revan’s eyes widened as the Jedi inside was drained of his life force in a matter of seconds. Revan took a step back and raised his saber again as the wound on Malak’s side healed from the stolen life force.

Malak chuckled, making the hairs on the back of Revan’s neck stand up. “You see, Revan? I have far exceeded your skill. I have found ways to use the Star Forge like you’d never have dreamed of. All you saw was an endless stream of ships and droids to fight your war. You never even imagined the true power of the Star Forge. And that, My Darling Revan, is why I am now the Sith Lord and you are not. I have surpassed you. The place you once held is now rightfully mine as is the way of the Sith.”

Revan closed his eyes and shook his head slightly, “No, Malak, the way of the Sith is to be alone. Alone and paranoid until you are murdered. There is nothing but death in your future, Malak.”

“We shall see.”

Lightsabers flew accompanied by the familiar noise of their blades’ energies fluctuating slightly with each quick motion. It wasn’t long before Revan had to pull his secondary saber out to help fend against the ferocity of Malak’s strikes. Every time Revan thought he might have finally gotten the advantage Malak would manage to throw him back just long enough to drain the life force of one of the Jedi he had been holding captive.

Revan shifted his stance as his mind raced for a solution. He needed to end this. He’d taken a few small hits from Malak’s saber and his energy was waning. “Tell me, Revan, have you already found a new toy? A new servant to warm your bed?” He asked with what Revan was sure would have been a sneer had he a lower jaw and therefore capable of it.

“As a matter of fact, I have, Malak,” Revan replied with a stoic expression.

“If I couldn’t satisfy you he never will!” Malak snapped.

Revan smirked slightly, faint amusement crossing his icy eyes. “Or, perhaps you simply overestimate your own abilities, Malak. It wouldn’t be the first time that has happened. I believe that is why your food now comes in paste form, after all. There is no comparing him to you.”

Malak’s robotic voice roared in outrage as he charged forward. Revan’s sabers met him but Malak’s pure force had Revan reeling backwards from the strike. Malak was slower than Revan, but he hit much harder. Malak pressed his advantage, slamming his sabers against Revan’s without mercy. Revan’s arms shook under the force of the blows but he didn’t allow himself to falter. If he lost, everything he had done thus far would have been for nothing.

Killing the Headmaster of the Sith Academy, wiping out an entire base full of Sith on Manaan, fighting that dragon on Tatooine, the countless ancient safeguards he had to bypass, even killing ‘the One’ on the planet below would be pointless if Malak was not stopped. Revan couldn’t let that happen. All the death that had happened. From Manaan to Taris to Dantooine had to have been meant something. Revan couldn’t let those lives be lost only to lose now. No matter what he would make sure this chapter of the Republic ended here. With that in mind, Revan blasted the area he was in with the Force again. Malak flew backwards and landed on his knees with a crunch. He didn’t seem to notice though as he pushed Revan back with a Force Push of his own.

Revan flew backwards, slamming into one of the tanks. Revan cried out as his head and back cracked against the glass that also cracked. Black dots swum in the smaller man’s vision as Malak approached. Suddenly, it felt as if an invisible hand had gripped him around the throat and hoisted him high into the air. Revan choked as the pressure kept air from reaching his lungs.

He heard his lightsabers get kicked away and then two hands slammed him against the tank. Revan gasped as his body was pressed against the tank with Malak’s familiar hard body against his. “I will not kill you, Revan. Not yet. For all the disgraces and embarrassments you put me through I will do the same for you and then and only then will I kill you,” he said before flinging the smaller man to the ground.

Revan tried to move but as he was starting to get up the force wrapped around him and prevented him from even twitching. Fear clambered in him, even as he tried to concentrate on breaking through the stasis field. He would not allow this to happen. He was Revan! He was not some pathetic youngling with only the barest grasp of the force. He would not let Malak get the upper hand.

Malak gripped him by the waistband of his pants and pulled him onto his hands and knees before the force trapped him in the new position. “Now we shall see who is the Master, Revan,” he growled before roughly pulling Revan’s pants to his bent knees.

Revan fought to free himself with the force but the stasis field held strong. Malak grabbed the smaller man by the hips and leaned over so that his face was right by Revan’s bowed head. “Be my whore for once.”

The scream was stopped before it could leave reach the Echani’s throat as Malak ripped his way through Revan’s entrance and started to mercilessly slam his hips against Revan’s smaller body. Malak’s thrusts soon became smoother as blood slickened Revan’s entrance and insides. Rage, pain, and shame filled Revan’s chest as Malak continued to thrust mercilessly into his body.

It seemed like an eternity before Malak roared and came, filling Revan’s torn body with hot semen that burned and stung when it touched the rips and tears. Malak got to his feet and put himself back into his clothes as semen and blood stained Revan’s pale thighs. Malak crouched down next to Revan’s bowed head and lifted it to see the pain in those icy orbs. “I should keep you. My little whore for all time. Isn’t it amazing how the mighty have fallen, Revan? I could never have done that before. You have grown weak because of the Jedi.”

Revan’s eyes flashed and from the pupil yellow fire started to seep into the blue. Malak’s own eyes widened and he suddenly went flying back. The stasis field shattered and Revan pushed himself to his feet, pulling his pants back up to cover the evidence staining his thighs. Tears dripped down his cheeks but his eyes held nothing but rage. “Weak am I?” He demanded, his voice cracking slightly. “I will show you what weak is!”

He held out his hands and his lightsabers flew across the room to them where they blasted to life. Malak’s saber blasted to life as well. With renewed fury, Revan attacked, his movements slowed from his injuries but his fighting even more ruthless than before. Malak was hard pressed to keep defending himself and no force power seemed to even halt Revan’s onslaught.

Malak blasted the entire area with Force Lightening and Revan cried out as the electricity shocked his entire system. Revan hit his knees as bolt after bolt wreaked havoc on his body. Revan cried out as his body spasmed and went out of his control before the pure amount of voltage stopped his heart dead.

“You will not escape to death so easily, Revan,” Malak hissed before slamming his ex-lover’s body with even more electricity.

Revan gasped as the fresh bolt started his heart again and coughed as pain radiated from his chest. “I have grown quite well versed in the effects of electricity, Revan, would you like to see?” Malak asked before sending another wave of lightening arcing into the smaller man’s body.

Several spots on Revan’s skin blackened as Malak tortured him with seemingly a never-ending hail of electricity. Revan’s heart was stopped and started several times as Malak continued to drain the captive Jedi for more energy that he turned on his old Master.

Suddenly, Malak jerked as a saber slammed into his chest. “Goodbye, darling,” Revan spat through burned lips. “You are no longer needed.”

Revan tore his saber out and spun before his sabers sliced across Malak’s neck and torso. Malak’s head went rolling away and his body slowly fell to the ground and the top half slipped off his bottom half. Revan collapsed to his knees next to it, trying desperately to fight his way out of his rage and pain and utter humiliation. Tears slid down his cheeks as he pulled his knees to his chest and buried his face in them. How could this have happened? And to him? It was unthinkable!

Revan sat there in anguish for quite some time before he felt an explosion rock the Star Forge. He looked around and realized that the Republic had finally managed to land an attack. He had to leave if he was going to survive. But the question was did he even want to anymore?

You will return, Revan. Because you’re too damn good not to.

With Canderous’ words in mind, Revan slowly pushed himself to his feet and started towards the hangers, trying his best to ignore the limp in his gait and the way every nerve seemed overly tender. The electricity had burned quite a bit of his skin and just moving with such burns was a difficult task.

The large doors slid open and Bastila ran forward and gasped at the sight of him, “Revan! What happened?”

“Later. We need to leave,” Revan slurred as his eyesight faded in and out.

“I felt your life force flicker several times! Are you alright?” She asked putting an arm around Revan’s waist.

Revan nodded as best he could, “We need to leave.”
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