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What Must Be Done Will Be Done	By : MastaRevan1 Category: +G through L > Knights of the Old Republic Views: 5247 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Revan and Bastila woke up late in the afternoon, because of the late night they had during and after the house warming party. Both of them were sitting up but still in the bed, talking about what they were going to do about Mission and her current situation. The three of them spent the rest of the night after the party conversing about Missions life. It was already turning into a long day just by thinking about it.
"Revan, I just don't know about this." Bastila stated, while shaking her head.
"Bas, its not that big of a deal. She's a responsible young woman that simply needs to get back on her feet. She has already come this far and I don't want to turn her down." Revan sympathized.
Bastila began to compensate but still looked puzzled. "I guess, but I still don't understand why Zalbar couldn't help her out after all she had done for him. I think she should have at least sent a reply letter about her coming though."
"True, even though it wouldn't have made any difference to me. Well, what Mission told us last night, about Zalbaar trying to start his own family and needing to rebuild Kashyyyk with his clan only sounds understanding. Even though, if it wasn't for Mission, he wouldn't have made it home in the first place. And besides, her brother Griff needs to sometime try and take care of her! I call her my lil sister but she is not blood." Revan acknowledged.
"Exactly!" Bastila exaggerated with a nod.
Revan's head turned to face his lover and stared at her looking slightly concerned. He couldn't help but notice her pouty face. He smirked and leaned over to kiss her on the cheek. "Your spoiled" he whispered. Her face swiftly turned in the opposite direction of his. "See! Everything has to be your way huh?" Revan pointed while laughing.
Bastila tried to hold her smile back for as long as she could and turned to face Revan. She looked him in the eyes and began to chuckle lightly. "So what if I want you for myself." She quickly pecked him on the lips.
He laughed and cupped his hand up against her cheek, and kissed her again. He felt her smile pressed against his lips as he continued. His hand on her cheek moved slowly to the back of her head, which had her flowing burnet hair, now in between his fingers. The kiss deepened as they pulled in closer. Bastila groped her hands around Revan's muscular side shoulders, holding on to him tightly. He then lowered his hand and grabbed her waist and placed her flat on the bed. He was now hovering over her closely, with his legs straddling hers. Bastila reached up for his head with both hands, and gently grasped him, and slid them down his neck, to his shoulders then smoothly to his chest. The feeling of her hands moving around his body the way she did made him quiver. He then bent down to her neck and kissed her firmly. His hand began to move down and slid up under her shirt, and up to her breast and grasped her tightly. Revan loved that fact that she never wore bra's to bed. As he continued to kiss her neck, he worked his hands down to the hem of her shirt then began to lift it up. Before Revan had gotten passed her navel, there was a knocking at the door.
"Revan, Bastila….are you guys up yet?" Mission questioned while standing outside of their door.
Revans face fell unto his lovers chest with disappointment. Bastila closed her eyes in disbelief that their attempt to make love was interrupted again. Revan rolled off of Bastila and unto the bed with his face buried into his pillow.
Bastila sat up and shook Revan by the arm. "She called you!" She whispered.
His head hastily shifted towards Bastila "She called you too!" He glared.
"Well im still asleep!" She declared, and pulled the covers back over her body and turned in the opposite direction away from him.
Mission had knocked on the door again, and a little bit louder. "Sorry guys, I don't mean to wake you up but there isn't any tissue in my refresher and I really have to go!"
Bastila sat up and turned towards Revan, "I thought I told you to put tissue in there last night!" She complained while still trying to stay quiet. "See Revan this is why I was complaining earlier because I knew something like this would happen!" She watched Revan sit up looking defeated as he got up out of the bed. With a smile on her face, she laid her head back down and closed her eyes.
"Well then I assume that you knew something like this would happen too!" Revan leaned over and yanked Bastilas pillow from under her head, and hit her in the face. Bastila shot up with a gasp. She reached over and tried to grab his pillow, but Revan used the force and pulled it over towards him before she could reach it. He laughed at his sly moves, knowing he was slick. He knew she was angry by the way she bit her bottom lip. "Had enough bossing around Bas?" He taunted her. A little smirk formed on her face and he began to get a cautious.
"Nope, and now that I remember, I also told you to get this!" She force pulled their basket full of dirty laundry, which was near the bed, at him. She laughed at the site of a pair of boxers on the top of his head. She watched Revan toss one of his pillows down as he removed the underwear from his face.
Immediately, after Revan had realized what he had done, it was too late. Right as soon as he lifted the underwear off of his face, Bastila had hopped across to his side of the bed, and whacked him with her pillow.
"Now we're even!" Bastila declared, with an evil grin on her face.
"I don't think so!"
Revan had shoved her down with his pillow and hopped back on to the bed. Attempting to maneuver himself as fast as he could, he balanced himself on his knees to hit her again. This time, since she was laying on the bed, he slammed the pillow down on her face. After the encounter, Bastila shot up and tried to hit him, but missed. Both of them continued bouncing around on the bed attempting to hit each.
They had clearly forgotten about Mission again. She was still standing outside of the door, waiting for a reply. She began to get frustrated and tried to think of other options. "Guess I'll just have to wait till they wake up", she thought to herself. Mission had leaned in closely to the door, once she had thought she had heard some movement from what sounded like the bed.
"Maybe that's one of them getting up!" The squeaks continued along with a few grunts . Mission gasped at the sounds of what she heard. "And you'd think they would be more courteous
when they have guest over! Hmp!" She walked away out of frustration and went to the refresher to wait.
After a few moments more of pillow fighting, Revan and Bastila decided to call it a truce. Both of them where on the bed holding there pillows at ready position and slightly out of breath. The hard breathing was more from their laughter than from the actual fight.
"Look what you've turned me into!" Bastila laughed, as she threw her pillow down. "Id be scolded for this for life, if I was still under the council!" Bastila reminded him.
"Its more like, look what you have turned me into! I would never feel the need to do these things if it wasn't for you ya know!" He threw his pillow down too, and fell on the bed. His comment made him think of all the women he had been with and compared them to his true love. He was right, he would never act this way if it wasn't for Bastila. All the other women were to simple, fake, obedient, and 'easy'. Bastila was all but that, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
"Im starting to feel bad love!" Bastila said playfully, while walking into their fresher and getting a roll of tissue.
"Why babe?" He looked over to see what was in her hand when she walked out of the refresher and out the bedroom door. "Oh…Oh!"

Mission was now standing in front of the mirror in her guest bedroom, completing the final touch ups to her attire. She wasn't wearing exactly what she usually wears but this was more comfortable and lighter for home attire. Once finished, she left her room and began to make her way down the stairs. She could hear Revan and Bastila in the kitchen cooking breakfast. She got even more annoyed at the fact that it was a late breakfast because of their 'extended sleeping' time this morning. She thought that out of all the people she knew, Revan and Bastila would have more consideration for her. When she arrived in the kitchen she saw Bastila sitting at the table eating and Revan fixing what seemed to be his last piece of meat. They were still in their night clothes even though it had been an hour after they had woken up. Mission became even more frustrated at the thought that she knew that it was going to be a long day. Mission had plans with Revan, and she would do anything to make sure they would fall through perfectly to meet her goal.
"Good morning guys!" Mission said, finally deciding to speak up.
"Good morning Mission" Revan and Bastila replied in sync.
Revan slightly turned around to face towards Mission, "I am so sorry about this morning Mission, Bastila and I got caught up in a few things this morning and was busy."
"Oh that's fine, it happens!" She pretended to smile and laugh off. "More like got busy" She thought in her head.
Bastila then spoke up while laughing "Oh Mission when you get old enough to have someone special, you will easily get distracted from everything too." She said while thinking bout their pillow fight.
"Yeah, thats exactly what my brother said before he left me." Mission said sarcastically.
Missions comment made Bastila feel slightly awkward, so she sat in silence, not really knowing how she should approach her next question properly. Now finished with her breakfast, she pulled her focus towards Mission once again. "So Mission, how is your brother? What's his name, umm Crith?"
"No its Griff and I don't care about how he is doing. He can be dead for all I care." Mission said sounding aggravated.
"Nice one Bas" Revan told her through telepathy.
Bastila began to feel bad for touching that subject. "So what about Zalbarr, according to the holo news, Kashyyyk is on a steady move."
Mission laughed at the statement, "Yeah, might as well be steady like Dantooine! Going nowhere but downhill. I know they will get it together though, with me gone Zalbaar can think more clearly for the tribe." Speaking of Dantooine how come you all aren't helping out over there, the place is hopeless compared to what it used to be." Waiting for a reply, she noticed Bastila's glazed expression and knew that was all she was going to get. She had said the wrong thing, just as Bastila said to her.
Revan finally cut into the conversation to break the silence, "I would have helped out with the construction of Dantooine, but after yesterday and talking to the council I doubt the jedi want my credits, knowing that it came from my previous crimes."
Mission walked up standing behind Revan while he continued to cook on the stove. "Well hey, thats their loss! So Rev, speaking of help, when do you think you'll be able to help me with what I was talking about last night?"
Revan stood still while in thought, then went back to fixing his food. "Umm how bout a little after we eat?" He suggested. "By the way, Bastila and I fixed a little extra for you. It's on the table already."
"Sounds fine, but I don't think I want to practice sparring, while also trying to digest my food."
Revan laughed and began walking towards the table with his plate of food. "You'll be fine! If this was a mission, you wouldn't have a choice. You eat whenever possible and fight whenever it approaches." After his legitatiment argument, he noticed Mission nodding her head in agreement and sat down at the table, then reached for a plate.
Right when Revan began to sit down, Bastila lifted up her hand indicating for both of them to freeze. "Sparring?" She asked, Making sure she heard correctly.
"Umm yeah…I meant to bring that up but I didn't." Revan mentioned, as he took his seat across from her. "Oh and ill need your help too, just to let you know."
Bastila rolled her eyes and looked up at Revan. "What happened to us just simply relaxing and not fighting?" She questioned, as she picked her mug up and sipped on her tea.
"Bastila, we are not fighting, we are 'practicing'. We never agreed to sit around the house and become weak and lazy!"
"And I never said I wanted to become 'weak' and 'lazy', Just thought we would 'relax' a little sometime today." She hinted, and caught his eyes with hers. She saw him shrug off her comment, trying not to get wrapped up into her selfish tempting ways.
After consuming some of the food from her plate, Mission thought now was the right time to enter into the discussion. "Well Bastila, if you don't want to come you don't have to. It would have been nice to learn a thing or two from you also, but just Revan is fine."
Revan laughed and shook his head, "Mission, you came here to learn from the best, so you will receive the best by watching the lazy one and I in a dueling match." He turned his head toward Bastila and smirked. He watched her as she made a bold look on her face indicating that she was now ready. He knew that Bastila knew that he was trying to get her all worked up, and it worked.

Meanwhile at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, the Jedi High Council was gathering up for a meeting. Kavar and Zhar had already given them a brief message of what had happened, and now was the time to discuss further actions. Once everyone had arrived and took their seats, the meeting began.
"Good afternoon, my fellow Jedi Masters." Vandar started off, and was now the center of attention. "Last night we all received minor details of the whereabouts and the actions that took place at Revan and Bastilas new home. Now is the time to discuss further actions on what we should do about the two but first, if there are anymore comments from Kavar and Zhar, I would like to hear them.
Both Kavar and Zhar where sitting next to each other, and Zhar nodded at Kavar indicating that Karvar should go first. "As you already know, me and Zhar were both astound by what we found out from both Revan and Bastila. It seems that the longer they stay together, the further they are from our grasp. Especially Bastila Shawn. Now, I am to discouraged to call her Padawan Shawn furthermore. Not only does she sleep with him, but she also allows him to spend the credits that he conjured up as a Sith Lord!" Kavar ended his statement, ashamed to continue even further.
Master Vrook, which sat across from them, face hardened as he heard the words that came out of Karvar's mouth. "Are you sure Master Kavar! And that she is fully aware of these actions!" Vrook asked, hoping that maybe Bastila was not in her right frame of mind.
Kavar nodded his head. "She is fully aware of everything that happens within that house. Now the problem is, are we fully aware? I advise for us to be cautious but yet aggressive about watching the two of them." He withheld the rest of his comments as he saw Atris lift up her hand to address her thoughts."
"I understand your concerns Master Kavar but I do not understand the threat that worries you. Yes, they are sleeping together which does not surprise me at all. I have had a few Padawans here and there run off to do as they please but I did not find them as a threat to the council or the republic, as long as they stayed away from the flock. Do you know what I mean?" Kavar stared at the feminine but yet stern Master and nodded his head. "And those credits are a waste of time to be worried about. I say we leave the two of them alone and mind our own. I understand that Bastila was a promising student but her decision was made and it's time to move on. Might of fact I have a few promising students of my own that I may introduce someday when the time is right."
Zhar excused himself into the conversation, "But what about Kreia! We just can't excuse the fact that she was at their house as well! She has plans with Revan and we know for sure that Bastila will follow and together they will be unstoppable!"
Vrook hastily reacted to Zhars opinion, "Bastila Shawn will not allow that to happen! She may follow Revan all across the galaxy but if he turns to the dark side she will not follow one foot step in his path! She was my former Padawan, and I know her just as well as Revan. She may have gone to the dark side once but she has learned from her mistake! She never makes the same mistake twice!" Vrook stated confidently.
"But what if she does, we need to be aware of all possibilities?" Zhar complained.
"Then we will have a backup plan. Our first quarterly meeting is due soon with the both of them, and we will be ready. The halls will be well monitored, and the questions will be brought forth professionally but yet in an unknowing interrogational style." Vrook ended the meeting with his last statement, to help the Masters prepare the first steps to their plans on the two former jedis.

Revan, fully dressed in exercise clothes, was now downstairs on the lowest level of the house where he had all of his storage, before the house warming party the night before. He had moved all of his former sith lord items to the cave that he and Malak found years ago. The room was furnished and now fixed up, with one side being for a small office while the other side was used for sparring. The office side had both Bastila and Revans collective items mounted on the walls for display and a set of lightsabers, and vibroblades near the sparring side of the room. Revan walked over to the sparring mat and began to stretch out on the ground as he waited for the two ladies to come down. Momments later both Bastila and Mission joined Revan on the lower part of the house. Bastila was now wearing black spandex capri's, with a white tank top. Mission wore the same thing but hers was less fitting. Revan, still on the floor stretching, looked at his lover and realized her ego was already swelling in her head. He could feel her airy attitude surge over him as she walked closer to his space. He noticed how she didn't even bother to acknowledge his presence and made her way over to the lightsabers on the wall. 'Someday she's gotta change.' He thought to himself.
Bastila picked up her double bladed lightsaber and checked it, to make sure that it was still stable, after being down here with the pile of storage. She ignited it once she realized it was secure and spun it around. "Still good and no need for bench work! Im ready Revan."
"Hold on babe, this gathering is not about us, im gonna focus on Mission first." He stood up off the ground and waved Mission over to come in his direction. She was on the other side of the room tampering and being mesmerized by all the intriguing collectables in the room.
"Hey Rev, where did you get all this stuff? I don't remember you finding anything like this on the mission." She picked up a shiny red and gold dagger that had engravings of Mandalorian language on it the blade.
Revan was getting annoyed by her lack of focus. "It's a weapon that I took from Mandalore. He had a thing for shiny weapons and I did too, so I killed him and took it, now come on!"
"Revan why is HK standing down here powered down in this corner? Its been so quiet around the house that I almost forgot that you even had him." She reached over to the back of his head looking for the on switch.
"Mission I advise you to stop, otherwise me you and HK will be sittin outside the house for the next few days!" He looked over towards Bastila and she turned her head in the opposite direction.
"I assume my thoughts on how I feel about the droid were never important. I have nothing against him, I just simply don't want him to scuff up my floor around the house. Perhaps that's too much to ask for these days." Bastila complained as she continued to twirl her lightsaber.
"Oh please, you've got to be kidding me! Scuffing the floor is the best excuse that you can come up with? If I wasn't going to embarrass you on this sparring mat today, id activate him right now just to annoy you." Revan boasted.
She softly chuckled to herself, "Then we really won't get alone time." Bastila said, implying that he would be the one missing out the most. She acknowledged his defeat with a smirk on her face, because she knew she now had Revan in a corner.
Revan waved his hand towards Mission again trying to sway her in his direction. "Mission your lack of concentration is a weakness your enemy will realize first. On the mission I also realized that you weren't' fully alert at all times, so that's one thing I will help you do in your early stages of training. Mission made her way to Revan and stood on the mat. She positioned herself in some type of half baked Echani stance. "Umm…ok, the first thing I need you to do is loosen up, alright!" She let down her stance and tried to reform it again but less stiff. "Look Mission, you either know echani style or you don't. I don't know how to advance myself in Echani movements so I wont be teaching you that. Lets just start fresh."
Bastila extinguished her lightsaber and walked off the mat to watch the lesson. "You should start her off with simple breathing techniques."
Mission looked over at her irritated from Bastila's response. " I know how to breath Bastil- umph!" Mission was kicked down on the floor by Revan unexpectedly.
"But you don't know how to focus properly." He faced Bastila and expressed his thoughts through their bond, "this is my pupil, remember that you didn't want to be down here from the get go." He noticed Bastila backed away implying that he was fully in charge of what goes on now. "Besides we will have our turn in a minute. I just want her to realize a few things."
Mission stood up and rubbed the back of her head. "Well your obviously not focused!" Mission complained back.
"Im more than focused, im trained enough to multitask and still live."
"Fine im focusing now."
"Alright, one thing you need to master first is defense. It will allow you to escape your enemies faster at any range of combat. It will also buy you some time if you need reinforcements to come when you know you're not able to defeat your opponent." Revan formed his stance with one arm and hand extended while the other was slightly pulled back but ready to extend for a catch. His legs had a slight forward lean as if he was about to pull in on her. "Copy my stance." She started off with the foot position and worked her way up. "To much leaning forward Mission, you don't want to lose balance. Make your lean prepared for any attack so you can pivot or fall back." As she fixed her lower stance, Revan continued to work his way up to her upper body. "Don't ball your fist up, your in defense mode. You want to be able to catch what is coming at you. Also don't cup your hands either. Have one straight and stiff, while the other is slightly cupped." She corrected her stance and stood there till she had the feel of it memorized. "Good, now that is a real stance Mission! This stance is called the Forraderi. It is from the Teras Kasi combat form. This form will help you eventually be able to defeat force sensitive people as strong as me. But we all know that will never happen." He smiled gently and continued the lesson. "Now Im going to attack you with my fist and you will push it out of the way with your extended hand, ok? Move it in a swooping circular motion." Revan had attacked her with a punch and she performed as he said and blocked his fist. "Now if you were more advanced and slightly stronger, you would have been able to push my hand out of the way and grab my wrist, then move in for blow with your other hand. Did you comprehend that?" She nodded her head and he saw in her eyes that she was confident about what he said. After ten minutes of practicing the same movements Revan stopped the session. "Alright, the real deal is over, its time to get to the fun and games." He looked toward Bastila, which was no longer paying any attention to the lesson. She was sitting down in a chair, on the office side of the room dazed from boredom.
"You thinkin about me?" Revan said through telepathy
"Nope!" She thought as she pretended to not have interest in what he was saying.
"Liar! One of these days you will loosen up fully and tear those barriers down!" Revan claimed in a jokingly way.
"I already have!" She argued back.
"Hints the word 'FULLY,' meaning all the time and not just when we are in a life crises or in the bed room!"
Trying her hardest not to laugh out loud, Bastila began to hysterically laugh at his comment through telepathy. It was priceless but yet true. She figured the best encounter to add on to his 'rage' was to simply ignore him. She couldn't help refraining from adding more 'barriers'.
After their brief conversation between each other, Revan broke the connection before Mission could notice the awkward silence."Bastila im ready for your assistance. I want to show Mission how to win by using the Teras Kasi at its fullest potential. First we will began with lightsabers but ill make sure this fight ends with me using the Teras Kasi to disarm her, and showing you a few other tricks you would eventually like to know how to use." Revan explained to Mission. "Oh and by the way Bas, No cheating! Such as our bond and trying to feel all of my movements."
Bastila got up from her seat and walked over towards the sparring mat, then summoned her lightsaber to her hands. "Well Revan, id be 'delighted' to show Mission how to benefit from the Teras Kasi since I have it mastered too." She challenged Revan with her statement, indicating that she was more than ready. "Oh and by the way Revan, just because i learned from Malak for a few weeks, doesn't make me cheap shot fighter! Besides, im pretty sure he learned that from his Master!" She fronted Revan, with a sly smirk on her face.
"Bas, you got some good jokes on you today huh! I wonder how long that will last?" Revan questioned now getting serious as he headed towards the weapon rack.
Misson had walked over to the chair that Bastila was sitting in and pulled it closer by the mat so that she could have a better view of the fight. Revan had gotten two lightsabers from the weapon rack and ignited them. One was purple and the other was green. Both of them immediately put their lightsabers on practice mode before they got carried away and forgot. They were now on the center of the mat with their sabers ignited and in perfect stance. Both of them stood still and focused on one another, no longer paying attention to their surroundings. Unknowingly, Mission was holding her breath at the anticipation of who was going to strike first. It was almost as if she was watching a gun duel to see who would draw the fastest at the right time. She looked at each of them in the eyes to see any predictable movements, but she couldn't tell if she was too inexperienced or were they just to outstanding to tell. She decided to believe that it was most likely a jedi thing for her to understand the emotionless attitudes. Right when she decided to blink her eyes she had missed Bastila striking Revan with a lower leg attack attempting to get him off balance. She couldn't believe how fast Bastila was. She could barely even see the attack happen and was surprised Revan was able to keep up.
Bastila remained on the offensive side and attacked Revan with the Juyo combat form. The seventh and most fierce form of lightsaber combat. She was focusing on ending the battle as fast as possible, knowing that it would be her best shot at beating Revan. As long as he couldn't see through her, she had an advantage. After a few more strikes, she noticed that she had Revan by surprise. Once again he had underestimated her. She stepped back and moved into her stance again. "Am I too much for you love?" She joked.
He hid his frustrated expression and went back to his stance too. "No love, im just getting warmed up!" He struck at her and took the offensive post. He struck down at her head with his right saber and struck out for her arm with his left saber. She easily shoved one back by first pushing the saber coming towards her head first, then attempting to push his other saber towards her arm, but Revan didn't make it easy for her. He began pushing down on her as hard as he could attempting to take on the offensive side, but Bastila called upon the force to give her the strength to thrust him back then counter attacked, by swirving her lightsaber towards his head. Revan dodged backwards, by spinning down on the ground and immediately got back up. Bastila continued aggressively, striking at Revan and almost pushing him towards the end of the mat. Before she made her next move, Revan used the force and put her under stasis. Revan realized immediately after she became paralyzed she was already beginning to break out of it, her eyes were following every step he made towards her. By the time he got to her, she instantly broke out of his stasis and tried to swing her saber towards his body, but when he saw an unguarded opening, he kneed her in the stomach sending her backwards folding over. He began to smile but also felt bad since it was in fact, the love of his life. She continued backing up more towards the center of the sparring mat keeping her distance from Revan while she regrouped. Revan wondered if he should take on the final blow but since she was still clutching on to her lightsaber dearly, he knew it wasn't over. "I see that you have decided to keep the training that Malak had given you. You have learned well and I have to give you both props for that! He had the best lightsaber skills ive ever seen besides his master before me, Vrook Lamar! And since he was your master too, It only explains why you continuously grow at using your double bladed lightsaber."
Bastila began to pull herself back up once she caught her breath. He had kneed her right in the ribs. She couldn't believe that she let herself wide open like that. She clutched her lightsaber even harder, feeling angry at her pain that she was feeling. "Malak was indeed a great duelist and so is Masta Vrook! Even though they both gave me a hard time mentally, I wasn't going to let it interfere with me evolving my skills." She stood back into her stance and took a deep breath to help clear her mind. As she watched Revan move into his stance, she looked him in the eye and she knew for him, play time was over. His face looked more fierce than normal and so did his stance. He was going to try to take her out with his next few moves but she wasn't going to let it happen that easy. He began to walk up slowly towards her being as cautious as possible. Bastila knew Revan, and could tell that he was plotting every fatal point the closer he got. She began to inch her way forward with full focus, expecting to be able to dodge and counter every attack. She used force sight to help increase the speed of her vision for the attacks to come. Bastila saw his hand hastily raise forward, and she instantly blocked his attempt at force push. As she fixated on his mind she foreseen his next move come. Revan force threw one of his lightsabers towards her head and she was able to counter it back at him in his direction with her lightsaber. She saw Revans facial expression turn into shock as he leaned backward as far as he could attempting to dodge the twirling lightsaber hovering over his face. His lightsaber flew out of the fighting match and hit the wall and unto the ground. And also on the ground she found Revan, and grinned proudly of her successful rebound. She wasn't going to let this moment go to waste just yet though. Bastila took advantage of the situation and leaped up in the air, and force slammed herself unto the mat where Revan was laying.
"Ow baby! You wanna stomp me that bad!" Revan said, while already out of the line of fire. "Nice move but…to slow on that one! No way id let you get me twice!"
Bastila rose up from her previous position and snickered at his comment. "Well love, id thought id give it a try instead of wasting a potential opportunity to end this!"
Revan, now only had one lightsaber but it didn't phase him one bit. He thought maybe he could use it to his advantage and possibly trick her into becoming over confident. On the second thought, he debated on teasing her by disarming her from her lightsaber. Revan decided to move in first and take on the offensive side of the duel. He began with simple strikes and not really trying to take her down. He wanted to take the time to read her movements and thoughts by paying close attention to her body movement. She tried to take on the offensive but Revan struck back hard enough to avoid her from taking over. Revan realized that Bastila's ideas were just as simple as his. Disarm him and win the fight. And so Revan moved in carefully but swiftly, struck at Bastila's mid staff but she pulled back and struck at him in return. Revan pulled back even faster than she had and swiftly moved in to strike at her before she was able to pull back from her attack. His counter attack was perfect. When she had leaned in for the hit Revan struck down fast enough at her left hand, making her have to let go of that side of the blade so she wouldn't be considered "handless." He immediately went for her next hand and she also let go of that side too.
Bastila was not desperate for her lightsaber. She had seen to many jedi lose their hand because the lightsaber was their last and only chance at winning a battle. Unlike them, she had other options. Revan had moved to swiftly for her to be able to save her lightsaber so she let it go and thought of another plan. Even though she had another plan installed in her mind, she was indeed getting stressed and couldn't help but to think back to the Star Forge. The same fight thats happening here had happened there. She had everything under control and even had the upper hand, and as the time went by, her cards began to show. She remembered standing in front of Revan, unarmed and defenseless. To stressed to think of any other idea that she could have used in order to win the battle, but today that wasn't the case. Bastila moved back and gotten into the Tersa Kasi offensive stance. She then began to clear her mind and focused all of her energy unto her hands and feet. She gradually walked up closer towards Revan, making her way with a whole new plan. Revan began to thrust his lightsaber towards her and she dodged each move with ease. She pivoted from left to right and also used the force to create a short term barrier wherever she needed it. She was to fast for his attacks and the barrier was to strong to be broken. He then struck down at her head and instead of blocking it, she lifted up her hands and force pushed him backwards. Her attack wasn't harmful but was almost as if the force was gathered into her hands, and was perfectly directed towards his chest. She watched him get back up immediately and she didnt dare to pull back. Revan walked up closer to her and struck again. This time Bastila slightly pivoted towards Revans armed hand and grabbed his wrist with her right hand and his lightsaber with her left hand. She tried to press down on the pressure point of his wrist to make him let go of the lightsaber, but Revan tried to attack her with his free hand. She then was forced to let go of his lightsaber so she could block his punch, but still held tight to his wrist. She was now holding his right and left wrist, trying not to lose her ground. It was almost as if they were arm wrestling with each other. Both of them were held stiff in position, trying not to lose their grip. They both knew that these next few moves where going to determine the victor of the fight. She began to notice Revan's hands were loosening, and then she saw his lightsaber finally fall to the ground. A smirk formed on her face and her confidence started to rise. She took her opportunity to twist Revans arms in a lock and before she knew it, she saw her arms began to twist in the opposite of her direction unwillingly. She looked down at his stance and realized that Revan now had better leverage than she body began to lean back as he pushed forward. She still tried to hold her composure as her body bent back fully, and as he twist her arms to his own will. She finally hit the ground with him laying on top of her. He then untwisted her arms but forced them over her head and pinned down to the mat. She laid there defenseless and out of options. She couldn't believe what had happened. She thought she had everything under control. Her face began to look flushed from embarrassment. She closed her eyes and remembered that this was exactly how she was defeated at the Star Forge. How could she have lost again with a better strategy, she thought to herself. Before she could open her eyes she felt a light kiss on her lips. Instantly, her embarrassment was lifted off of her as if it was never there. As her eyes opened they were met with his. Just as she expected, they were filled with care and concern. She also saw that they were filled with affection and loyalty. She easily smiled as her mind flashed her back to the Star Forge.

"Get off of me!" She yelled maliciously. She was pinned down by Revan, which was on top of her. Her breathing was fast and heavy as she struggled to get out of his grasp. Every move she made was pointless but she continued anyways. She also attempted to use the force, and electrocuted them both, trying to force him to let go. Revan's strength and will power was more extensive than her's to just give in. Might of fact, she was just tiring herself.
"Bastila please trust me! I wont bring any harm to you!" Revan begged back. He looked in her eye and could see the emotional pain she was going through. They were filled with hate, suffering, defeat, and a hint of her old self trying to resist the new. That small hint was enough for him to keep trying to save her.
"I don't care about you, you'll always mean nothing to me! I hate you!" She growled at him as if she had venom in her mouth. It was like she was possessed by a demon that needed to be exercised out of her.
"Well, i love you and always had since the day i first expressed myself to you!" He honestly expressed. He hastily leaned in closer to her, and kissed her lips, hoping that it would express his love. His lips were viciously greeted by her teeth as they bit through his bottom lip.
When she tasted the blood from his mouth she pulled back with anger. "You discuss me Revan" She said softly but yet viciously.
He tried to stop the blood flow by sucking on his lips but it only continued to flow. He looked down at her feeling emotionally and physically impaired. Most of the blood from his bottom lip rolled its way down his chin, and the rest dripped down the side of her face. He still refused to give up on her, despite the lack of cooperation. " Im not giving up. Iv'e come to far to give up! Iv'e been through to much to just give up!" He professed.
"Just shut up and kill me already! Your petty remarks are irking me." Bastila complained.
"Ive got all the time in the world." Revan informed.
Bastila looked at him with total confusion. She didn't comprehend his statement at all. "What do you mean! Your wasting all your time on me while the whole galaxy is at stake! At the rate your going, Malak will be victor for sure."
"Who said i was here for Malak? I guess you could say im gonna kick the fodder out of him for treating you like trash! But him and the galaxy was never my concern!"
"You LIE!" She yelled in disbelief.
"Then why am i still here!" He questioned.
"So i cant turn the tide against you!" She argued back.
"But if i cared for the galaxy, i wouldn't be waisting my time and the countless dying lives when i can just kill you right now! I don't care if you consider my way of thinking dark or light or insane! Being with you, these are my thoughts right now, and thats just the way i am. I'll admit that a small part of me does care about the people and our society, but i'll have nothing if I don't have you!" He confessed.
She laid still and even had stopped breathing for a slight second. It was almost as if he had finally struck a nerve and got her attention. "Complete foolishness!" She hesitantly replied. "Im obviously your weakness! You disgrace both the dark and the light side! It would be best if you were cast out of both groups!
"Ill admit that you are for sure my weakness, but you're the greatest strength that i have ever drawn upon! When im around you, its like im stronger than any light or darkness that's nearby.
She laid frozen in place again but this time even longer. His words were driving her insane. She had wronged him to much to be easily forgiven. Her feelings were flowing drastically and contained to much mixed emotions for her to handle. "But why!" She simply asked.
Revan leaned down closer and stared deep into her eyes. "Bastila, I love you. You are my source for living." He said softly and passionately.
"But I HATE YOU!" She yelled back and struggled from his grasp.
"And I'll love you!" He informed.
"I hate you!" She yelled but this time a lot softer than her previous. Her eyes began swell up with tears.
Revan began to shed a few tears in the middle of his confession. "I love you." He whispered to her.
Her eyes closed shut and a stream of tears fell down her face. "I hate you." She mumbled, but this time as if she was trying to convince herself.
Revan laid his head down on the side of her's. He softly cried in her ear, "I love you."
"I love you too." She finally admit.
He lifted himself up from the side of her face and kissed her on the lips. He felt relief wash over him as she gladly kissed him back. As the kiss depend, he felt the pain from his bottom lip fade away. Bastila had force healed him through their reunited kiss.

After Bastila's reoccurring flashback, she began to smile even more. The thought brought so much comfort and joy into her heart, since she knew that her and Revan would last forever. "I love you Revan." She whispered while gazing him softly in the eyes.
"I love you too." He whispered, as softly as she did. He leaned forward for the kiss that they were both longing for. Both of them reminiscing the day of their confession for one another. The day their bond became truly unbreakable. The day when they both realized that no obstacle or distance could ever break them.
Minutes later, which seemed like seconds to them, Bastila and Revan uneasily broke off their kiss, once they heard an abrupt cough from behind them. They both turned their heads towards the frustrated looking Mission Vao. "Your still here?" Bastila questioned.
"Um yeah i was trying to learn a lesson before things got gross!"
Bastila and Revan looked at each other with confusion, trying to figure out what was so inappropriate. They both looked down at each other and realized that Revan was in-between Bastila's legs. "Well Mission, since your still here, you obviously haven't learned anything from our previous girl talks." Bastila hinted, while glaring at Mission.
Mission expressions where still full of aggravation and confusion."Well what else do you expect for me to do when im told to stand here and watch!" Mission accidentally disgusted her own self with her comment. "You know what, forget it! Im going upstairs!"
Revan began to stand up too and offered a hand to his lover. "Yeah i gotta get going too Bas."
"And when you say going, you mean upstairs to our bedroom perhaps?" She hinted on.
"No, i promised id meet up with Kreia." He commented, trying to sound as unenthusiastic as possible.
"What! I thought we were done with her!"
"Nope. Baby we just had this conversation yesterday. She wants to meet up every now and then remember? Im just gonna make her feel comfortable and at ease, so she can leave us alone. You know how old people get when they are lonely! They try to leach off of every living thing till they suck the youth out." He joked, trying to ease her mind.
"I guess…but if you need me, you know what to do." She said, while trying to sound understanding. She walked up to him and kissed him on the cheek. "Don't take to long." She said and smiled as they both began to make their way towards the stairs.
When they both made it upstairs they heard Mission in the living room. She was watching the holonet news broadcast.
Here today inside the Coruscant Palace, we have all of the candidates for the new king and queen. After mourning the recent death of our previous leaders, Coruscant is now ready for our new political leaders to take a stand. For the next year and few months, the civilians and our other off world leaders will be evaluating the five couples. Till then, Coruscant is still undergoing the previous rules and economical balances that our former leader had left us with, which is now in the hands of his staff. As of right now and these next few years Coruscant is going through much hardship from trying to overcome the devastation from the previous wars. Since Coruscant is the center of the galactic republic, there will be a major downfall in the whole galactic economy. Many have been suffering from the overpriced items from lack of supply and the high demand. Stay tuned to learn more details from each candidate. This is Narralle Timpool, delivering your Holo News." Mission clicked off the holenet and squeezed the remote as tight as she could. She looked up and saw Revan and Bastila standing aside from her by the couch she was sitting on.
"I don't understand why they would take so long to pick a new leader! People will never get out of this rut the way the government is moving! And i swear if they pick that ignorant couple, i just don't know what im gonna do!" Misson's head bent down unwillingly as she burst in tears.
Revan walked over and sat beside her. "Mission, if your concerned about how your going to live or find a job, you don't have to worry. Bastila and I are here for you."
"Im tired of having to rely on someone! Thinking that they are always going to be there when they aren't! Revan, after Griff left me and now Zalbaar is preparing for a new family, it just showed me that i need to learn to carry myself. No more big brother or Big Z! I just need you to teach me everything you know Revan, so i can set things straight! I want to unlock my fullest potential." She continued sobbing, but was now laying on Revan's side.
"Fine. Ill help you get yourself together so you can defend yourself during these hard times." He put his hand on her head stroking her lekku, trying to make her feel better. "Bastila, can you get her some tissue and take care of her for me? Its time for me to get going."
"No problem love." She said, as she walked over to the couch and took Revans seat and tried to comfort their beloved friend.
Revan had gathered his materials he needed throughout the house and left for the hidden cave he found when him and Bastila left to go hiking.

Revan arrived at the hidden cave that he had been wanting to visit since he found it but held back because he had no desired to be cornered or threatened by Kriea. The only chance that Revan took to come over here was when he had to conceal his former Sith Lord equipment from the Jedi Masters. Sadly, he only had the time to drop the items off and leave. Just like last time, the cave seemed unoccupied, but he wasn't going to be fooled this time. Well at least not how he was fooled before. He was still foreign to this hideout of his and he was willing to change that. The excitement within him was growing intensely. He could feel the presence of the former Revan before he went to the darkside and after. Maybe he had the stages of his process from light to neutral to dark written in here, he thought to himself. As he walked to the center of the hideout, he saw his equipment that he had boxed up to leave his house. He decided to ignore it and explore the hideout before Kriea got in the way. Revan stood in-between the two sides of the room, remembering that one side was Malaks, and the other was his. He walked his way to the right side of the hideout which held an entrance to a separate and private room. He opened the door and saw metallic lockers laying on the ground and a simple roll out bed. He remembered before he was found by Kriea he was trying to open up one of the metallic cases, but never saw what was inside. This time he picked up the boxed and turned his back towards a wall instead of the open space. He easily opened the case and found rare diamonds of many colors inside. As he dug into the box, he found silver necklaces and many rare other objects that you would have to steal or find on some rare planet. Revan thought this must have been Malaks side of the hideout."You were always into fashion weren't you Malak?" He said, as he pulled up the diamond necklace from the box. "Tight leggings, side cape, and jewelry. I haven't even seen Bastila in that yet." He threw the jewelry down into the box and stood up to check the rest of the metallic boxes. They were all either filled with credits, bonds, jewelry and weapons. The weapons must have been a trophy from challenging people that he killed in the past. Revan then began to wonder if Malak would have ever took his mask if he had the chance. "He always did want to be me!" Revan boasted and laughed at the thought. Revan now decided to go over to his side of the hideout and see what his former self had in mind. He opened the door and saw many stacks of papers, one metallic locker, a small dresser, and a bed roll. He walked over to a stack of papers and picked them up. He instantly realized that they were plans for his army, expenses, debt, and more. He put the stack down and picked up another. This one was for food supplies, equipment, and new spaceship fighter ideas. Revan seemed to always be busy while Malak relaxed all day, he thought to himself. "And thats probably why you died Malak." He said to himself. He saw a few more other papers laying beside his messy bed roll. He kneeled down and read the papers. The paper was labeled with his name at the top and in the middle were two columns. One column had numerical numbers going straight down and unto the next page, while the second column had a name beside the number. Did i have these people killed or did they owe me, he wondered. As he began reading the names off, he realized that the names were all feminine and questionable. "Chastity? Ms. Spice? Lucky Lekku? Outer Rim Rider? Crystal? Please tell me that this is not the kind of hit list i think it is!" Revan, threw down the papers and went through his bed roll to see if he found anymore papers hidden within. At the bottom of his bed roll he felt a small piece of cloth and brought it up to see. Once he saw that it was black underwear lingerie, he threw it out of his hands. "Maybe i did have as much fun as Malak?" He shook his head in disbelief. He walked over to his small dresser to see if he had anything of interest inside. Maybe something he kept from Malak perhaps. As he looked into the drawer, he only found some basic lounging clothes. As he dug through to the bottom of the dresser, he felt a small piece of paper. When he picked it up, he saw a cursive handwritten note that said, 'Enjoyed your time Lord Revan! Call me, fun always,Crystal!' Her number was at the bottom of the note. He flipped the piece of paper around and there she was. She was a dark skinned woman with a tight peach colored bikini on. "I wonder if you pronounce her name as Crystal, like the champagne?" He stood there in thought, then laughed it off.
"Have you had enough browsing time Revan?"
Revan froze as he was startled again by the old womans voice. As he slid the picture into his pant pocket, he turned around to face Kriea. "Lets just say im ready when you are." He nodded.
"Good! I tried to give you a little time to look around so you could possible jog your memory."
"So do you know everything that went on here in this hideout?" Revan asked.
"No, i do not and nither do i care. I also was not with you on many occasions, not even during your greatest achievements." She confessed
"Then how are you going to help me jog my memory if you don't know anything!"
"Revan, i never said i knew nothing. But i do know that the reason i have never been here till now is because back then, you alone were so powerful, that you would have sensed me, even at my best stealth mode. You could have probably caught me in your sleep. Now, a mere padawan could sneak up on you!" The old woman insulted.
Revan's teeth clenched at her unnecessary comment. He didn't know what to make of it. He knew that back then he was stronger but not how much stronger. Maybe he could just learn from Kreia then lock her up or kill her once he learns what he needs to know. Even though killing was not his forte, he just really wanted to get her out of the way. Right now he simply wasn't strong enough to take her down. "Fine! What's first."
"First, we will meditate together on the past. Its time for you to distinguish what is and what isn't part of you. We are going to deprogram yo-"
"Whoa! Hold up! You never said anything about programing me or nothing. You said we were going to train, so i can become stronger!" He said, sounding alarmed.
"We are, after we meditate! You need to start fresh on a solid foundation Revan. You have so much on your mind that you cant move forward." She explained.
Revan took in her thought and agreed that it does sound like the best way for him to go. "You may continue Kreia"
"Good, now follow me." She walked out of his room and stopped in the center of the hideout. She sat down on the ground in indian style and began to meditate. After a moment and realizing that Revan wasn't following her or even bothering to sit down, she stood back up. "What is your problem ignorant one!"
"I aint sitting down on that cold hard floor woman! I already have an issue meditating on daily basis and your gonna make me sit on a rock!" He yelled and complained.
Kreia looked around the room and saw a few cushions in the back of the room. She forced pulled them over and threw one at Revan. "Here! I assume these were your's and Malaks back when you did meditate!
"Doubt it!" He said, trying to be as stubborn as possible. He walked over to where she was, now sitting on her cushion and sat down with her.
"Join hands with me." She demanded as she reached out her hands.
Revan looked down at her hands. Her old wrinkly dry hands. The look of her hands made him think about Bastila's proposal of meeting her in the bedroom to finish off what they had started. But no, he just had to leave and see Kreia instead. He grabbed her hands and unwillingly closed his eyes in disgust. "Ugh." The coldness and dryness of her skin embracing his youthful ones made his stomach turn. It was like he was embracing death himself. "So, how long is this suppose to take again?" He asked out of curiosity.
"Quiet!" She shouted back.

Few hours later Revan was finally back home. The lights were out and it the house was quiet. He made his way up to his bedroom and was ready to take a shower to get rid of the sweat from the long day. As he walked into his room, he saw the lights were dim and Bastila getting ready to hop in the bed.
"Night love." She said to acknowledge his presence before she rested her head.
"Wait baby wait. Don't sleep without me." He walked over to his woman and tried to hug.
She lift up her hand and which told him to stop. "Uh uh. No, im going to bed. Its been a long day, and I waited for you and now your back." She slowly scooted herself into the bed with caution.
"Awe come on Bas." He softly begged and reached out for her again."Iv'e been meditating on you for the past few hours and im ready to make it actually happen." He grabbed her waist and tried to kiss her on the cheek. He noticed her yelp in pain. "What wrong?"
"Nothing, im just a little bruised from our fight we had earlier."
He reached down and pulled her shirt up and saw a huge bruise on her stomach. He remembered that was where he kneed her in the stomach. "Honey im sorry, i didn't know you were still hurt. After the fight you seemed fine."
"Probably because my adrenaline was still very high at the time." She assumed. She saw Revan bend down and kissed her on the stomach. She noticed he tried to force heal her through the kiss.
"Im sorry." He said seriously, wishing he could make her feel better.
"Don't be. Ill get you back for this one." She smiled. "Now go take a shower, you reek!" She demanded him.
"Alright im going, im going!" He moved from her side of the bed and walked into the refresher.
"Good night love." She said, before she completely turned off the lights.
"Good night love!" He yelled back through the fresher door, hoping that she heard him.

This chapter is basically my LAST set up for the whole story! Meaning i cant really throw in anything new after this chapter. Everything is now set in motion and ready to go! I wanted you all to understand Bastila in this chp. To see how she really is. I hope you all gathered that she isn't truly mean…she is just…Bastila ya know! And so i hope you all understand their relationship together. By they way i wanted to show you all how strong she really is. She is not a pansy that always needs Revan to fight for her, she can hold her own. Also the flash back she had was considered to be short in her mind, like when how we remember a whole situation in our mind.Just to let you know so you wont think they stood there for as long as the paragraph lasted. Also Can you all tell me if the whole stripper and whore thing was to much? Like with him finding that list of women and stuff like that? I personally felt that as a female it was hard to write it but i did because i was writing from a males perspective. IDK! Well please review! And thanks for reading. Also if you have request please do tell even though i already have many things in mind.
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