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Shadow's Kiss

Chapter one: Fallen passion

The figures stood out against the blackness of space, occasional flashes of light made them visible through the massive view-ports. The first was tall, clad in red, with a horrific metal prosthesis located where his jaw would be. The sabre that he brandished produced a powerful long beam, designed to cleave through anyone's defence, but now he'd met his match.

The second figure was male, smaller than the first and clad in a dark robe that hid the face underneath. Only the eyes, hidden in shadow, gave any sign of emotion. The sheer amount of force radiating from him humbled even the greatest masters, although this would be the last thing a Force sensitive person would know as his blade cleaved them in two.

The blades clashed again, crimson red against a slightly dark yellow one. As they spattered against each other, sparks and flashes of energy discharges flew into the cold air. Darth Malak, Lord of the Sith, grunted as his own blade was inexorably pushed back, the anger flowing through the smaller figure, giving it unstoppable strength from the dark side. Once again the sabers clashed and squealed against each other, as both combatants placed all of their respective strength behind each blow.

"You cannot win, Revan!" Malak grunted. His voice, an electronic sounding synthesis of man and machine, had made entire worlds tremble at the sight of him. The figure paused for a few seconds as the sabers blew away form each other and spun his own in a taunting manner. Malak narrowed his eyes and charged once more. He had vanquished many Sith and far more Jedi than he cared to remember, but now…

"I want my mantle back, Malak and I'll wash it clean with your blood first!"

With that, the figure slashed in a complex figure eight move. Malak grunted as his own robes, enhanced with cortosis, sparked against the slashing motions. His eyes were wide in fear as he struggled to cope with the onslaught of his opponent. A man of normal build and height should not be able to do this to him; he glanced at his opponent, attempting to judge his condition. A man that you wouldn't grant a second glance if it weren't for the black robes he wore, hood pulled up around his face and a black cape flaring behind him; Darth Revan.

Malak had often wondered how things would have played out if it had been himself who had been captured a year ago. Would he be here? Trying to take control of the Sith for himself, or would fate have shown him a different path? He was the Dark Lord, had bested Revan and seized control of the Sith with a single brilliant stroke. It would have been his ultimate triumph…if it were not for Bastila.

Even as he thought of her, anger and hate bubbled up in him once more.

"I curse the day that Bitch saved him! I curse her, may her blood burn out of her flesh!" He thought. With a snarl of rage his blade flashed to block a sudden cunning sweep, to turn it into a useless counter slash.

That woman had kept Revan alive a year ago… saved him and supported his old master, as he unknowingly searched for his old apprentice, his right as Lord of the Sith. He had been unaware of what she'd done, until Calo Nord had described Revan word for word. His anger had been so great, that he'd sworn to take Bastila alive and twist her into everything she hated.

Her capture on the Leviathan had been so sweet on his tongue. Revan's face, full of rage and hate as his lover was taken, had burned into Malak's memory forever as the blast doors had slammed in his way, separating Revan from his slut of a Jedi.

Her turning had been surprisingly easy; she had been full of denied passions, fear and hatred. Once he'd pulled them from her, offered her the power she secretly craved, she had pledged herself willingly to him. The look of cold menace had awoken his own desires, for Bastila was beautiful and, before he'd yanked her into the darkness, so virginal and white. Now she was twisted, but her virginity remained. He'd hoped that she would give herself to him in more ways than one… he could have had a lot of fun with her.

Now, the bitch had betrayed him. He'd found out when she didn't return from the Rakatan homeworld alone, that she'd thrown in her lot with Revan. Somehow, probably through the use of her sexual attraction, Bastila had turned Revan to the Dark Side. He still didn't know why, he'd sensed the raw hatred of the Jedi, her actions when she had been turned herself had been tainted by the need for power. He thought it would have been easy for her to simply strike down Revan at the temple, but now she seemed to want to share power with him. A Sith who wanted to share power had never been heard of... he wondered what she was after from Revan.

Just then, Revan made a quick jump forward, catching Malak off guard. Raising his saber to slice Malak upward through the torso, Revan lunged at him. Malak desperately sidestepped, intent on letting his old master fly past him so he could bring his saber against the back of his neck. Revan smiled slyly and to Malak's horror made his planned move. Using the Force to push against his own body, Revan slammed to a halt and ducked under Malak's arm as his blade slashed to where Revan's neck would have been. He twisted slightly and swung a deep horizontal slice across Malak's torso which bit past the cortosis robe and deeply into Malak's flesh. He grinned in victory, as the smell of cauterized flesh filled his nostrils, the wound was lethal, he could tell.

"Too easy". Revan thought as Malak staggered and fell forward. "Bastila will prove to be more worthy that you ever had, she will be more powerful than you could hope to be. I have her passion and her love; she will never betray me, not like you did, spinelessly."

The disbelief and despair evident in his electronically filtered voice, Malak looked slowly up at his old master and gurgled in agony.

"Im…Impossible. I cannot be beaten. I…am the Dark Lord of the Sith."

Revan turned towards his former pupil and pulled back his hood. "The Star Forge is mine now, Malak!"

Malak grunted at the statement, simply and calmly given. He wondered how Revan could remain so calm… so detached, at his death. Despite his fall to the dark side… he was different somehow.

"You are so pathetic." Revan leaned close and picked up Malak's fallen lightsabre. "Now the Sith are mine and Bastila's, and she will be far more worthy than you."

Malak looked up at Revan. He was somewhat surprised at seeing a relatively normal looking face staring at him. There were a few bulging vanes along his cheek, but his skin tone and eyes still looked normal, not like Malak had known Revan before; Sickly gray skin, gleaming red hued eyes. Yet; there was no denying that Revan was much stronger now than he had been back then… but how was this possible?

Malak gathered his final strength and in a show of submission, nodded at his victor.

"Yes. I cannot deny it any longer. You are the one who deserves…who deserves to be the Dark Lord." He stated simply. "You were the one who found the first Star Map on Dantooine, Revan, and it was you who led us on our quest for the Star Forge. I only followed in your wake. I tried to usurp your rule, to steal the title of Sith Master from you. But now I understand; the destiny is yours Revan. Not mine. You…you are Darth Revan, Lord…Lord of the Sith. And I…I am nothing."

Again, Revan just looked at Malak with cold, hard eyes and spoke in that chilling calm voice. "The apprentice has learned his final lesson."

Malak grinned, blood slipping past his gritted lips, as he felt the damage Revan had caused with his blade beginning to slip past his ability to heal. The pain had dulled to a faint burning and he could feel the dark side reaching for him with its black chasm.

"And so it ends. As I somehow almost knew it must…In darkness." He murmured at Revan, his eyes blinking at the sight of his old master calmly standing and watching him die. With a grunt, he fell forwards… to the blackness that desired to consume him.

"No, Malak." Revan hissed as his old apprentice fell forward. "You have much to pay for yet. Bastila needs vengeance to sate her dark soul before I bed her. I want her to be mine, to beg and plead for me to satisfy her and that, I shall accomplish with you!"

Revan felt Malak's life leaving him and, with a contemptuous flick of his wrist, reached out with the dark side. The raw energies of the Star Forge coalesced around Malak, keeping him from dying. At the same time, however, they spared Revan having to bother to touch Malak's feeble mind himself.

He turned his head slightly, reaching out through the Force, and he quickly found her in the Force, her aura swirling with the tainted energies of the dark side. She was finishing off the Republic Fleet with her Battle Meditation, indulging herself by smashing hundreds of snub fighters into the hull of Admiral Forn Dodonna's flagship. Revan himself could feel the Admiral's aura in the force; it was weak and flickered, maybe due to a lethal wound. The battle was all but won; and he had something of far more importance he wanted her to see.

"Bastila." He sent through the bond between them.

"Yes Revan? Is… is Malak dead?" As he touched her mind he felt the passion welling up inside him and inside her as well. Her soul burned with anger, hatred, and the need for vengeance. It made him hungry to taste her, to revel in the power of her tainted soul as they indulged in physical pleasure.

But, there was something else… something that her anger was keeping at bay, something that would need to be freed if she would ever become more than merely a Dark Jedi, to become his equal in the Sith, to become his Dark Lady. It had been known before, when two had been in love, for a Sith union and sharing of power. However, most had destroyed themselves out of petty greed and lust for power. None had what he and Bastila shared. To strike him down was to kill her; she knew this as much as he. He also knew that she was capable of sharing power with him in her heart, but he needed her to let all of her emotions flow free, not just anger and hate, to allow her to transcend those base emotions and revel in the glory of power.

"Come up to the observation deck Bastila, I have something for you." He said, feeling her curiosity as she slipped away from meditation and strode to the doorway. "I have a little gift, which I think you'll like."

An eerie quiet was present on the observation deck, the battle over, nothing was flashing outside the view-ports as she exited the corridor leading from the elevator onto the observation deck itself. She paused briefly and took in the sight, a sight that puzzled her almost as much as it pleased her.

She saw Revan standing before Malak who was struggling to get up from the floor, obviously wounded, mortally indeed and yet still, strangely alive. "Good, I get to watch him die," she thought, hatred and utter contempt for Malak bubbling up inside her. "I only hope that Revan makes it slow and painful, so that I might savour the moment." A smile crept upon her lips as she strode forward -- the smile of a victor.

Revan was standing off to the side and barely turned his head as Bastila approached, he didn't need to see her, he could feel her presence, and…all of her dark emotions. He let out a small, almost inaudible sigh; it was absolutely intoxicating. The way she moved, the way her dark robes perfectly outlined her athletic form. Before; during their assault on the Star Forge he had been too busy fighting Malak's foolish loyalists to actually probe Bastila. But now, as the battle was over, he found himself having to struggle to keep himself from running to her. "Not yet." He thought to himself, being careful not to let Bastila sense his thoughts through their bond.

Besides, he wanted to see this…

As Bastila walked forward, Malak finally managed to hoist himself up into the same kneeling position he had assumed before.

"So, you little Witch! Have you come to see me die laying face down? I won't give you the satisfaction." Malak thought bitterly, wishing he still had his lightsabre, even in his weakened state he was sure that he would've been able to throw it at Bastila's head. He hated her, with every fibre of his being, cursing himself for having been so obsessed with Revan. "I should have just killed you both on the Leviathan. Then I would still be the Dark Lord!" he thought as he glanced from her to Revan, who was, to Malak's surprise merely standing there, silent; "Not going to boast of your victory, Revan?"

Blood slowly creeping up beneath his mechanical jaw, he glanced over at Revan:

"If you are wise you will kill her now, she is much too ambitious for you. She will always claim loyalty but in the end, she will just join up with the next dark Jedi that comes along." Malak almost spat, determined to let Revan know the truth about the treacherous harlot.

"You should have heard her. Always willing and submissive, so eager to please." He managed to sputter, despite the pain each word brought him, his last revenge at least bringing him some small measure of satisfaction. "You should have seen the way she grovelled before me, like a little…"

"SILENCE!!!" Bastila roared out into the vast chamber, her face full of anger and hate, her very persona ebbing with darkness. "You pathetic fool!" she spat at Malak. Did he actually think that she had ever followed him?

She looked down at him, her emotions again bubbling up to the surface. She would show him just how weak and pathetic he was, how he was nothing when compared to Revan. "I'm going to enjoy this!"

"You have no idea what's going on here do you?" She asked Malak, bitter amusement tainting her voice. "You were too busy boasting about your so-called power that you failed to see what was right in front of you." She smiled viciously as she saw Malak's face take on a confused expression, pure sadistic pleasure dominating her beautiful turquoise eyes.

"Did you actually think that I would ever be loyal to a foolish brute like you? All I've ever wanted was to kill you!" She paused, almost as if to catch her breath, letting her anger run free, embracing the power it brought her. "Oh, how I remember how you went on and on about me tasting the dark side in the temple." Her voice took on an amused tone, and desire began to flow inside her as she recalled when she had truly tasted it, as she looked down at the broken, former Sith Lord. "What you didn't realize was that I have tasted far greater!" she hissed, her body and mind filling with just one word, one name. "Revan."

She almost trembled as she thought of the last time they had been together. The last time he had touched her and she him. How their lips had met and how they had both known at that moment, that they were destined for each other. It was all she could think about, she wanted to feel…alive again, she wanted him to touch her again, and she was willing to crush anyone who stood between Revan and herself.

Revan, who had been quietly observing the exchange, suddenly spoke. "He does not understand Bastila." She slowly turned her head to look at him, her eyes filled with darkness. "He does not understand why you would bother to turn me, when you could just join him." His voice was smooth and inviting to her, for Malak it was tainted with amused desire.

Bastila whirled around to face Revan, her eyes changing from being filled with anger, they had a wild look to them as she looked into his; her emotional control shattered, she had only one thing in mind as the passion welled up inside her began to flow forward.

"Then I shall show him!" She said, her face an image of desire, her voice dripping with that same passion as she rushed at Revan. He merely stood there, making no move to defend himself.

Bastila threw her arms around Revan, pulled him tight against her body, and pushed her lips tightly against his; he readily reciprocated as the two of them were lost to their passions, the bond between them amplifying every sensation, every touch. She ran her hands up his back, and shivered as he did likewise, her mind only filled with one sentence. "I want him…now! I'm sick of waiting, he is mine!"

Revan felt it too, trying his best not to let himself be utterly swept away by the passions and love between them, as he hungrily tasted her, almost as hungrily as she did him; "You always were eager, Bastila." He thought as she slid her hands down onto his lower body, taking in all that was her, the touch of her fingers, the smell of her hair, the taste of her lips.

But, utterly perfect as this moment was, he had to end it. If he let her go on for much longer he was quite sure that he wouldn't be able stop her from forcing her way with him, and it would not be appropriate here.

So, focusing on the reason he had called her here, Revan gently but firmly started to pull away from her, she was very reluctant to let him do so, but finally acquiesced.

"Though not by much." Revan thought as he looked into her eyes, feeling her beautifully tainted aura through the Force, as she forced a single word, a single emotion through their bond. "More!"

Revan smiled as he looked at her slightly shocked, he had never seen this side of her before, and he found it very appealing. "Soon enough." He sent through the bond. "In the meantime, I still have that gift for you."

She let out a small sigh as she struggled to calm herself, before looking into his eyes; "What did you call me here for?" she said as she caressed his cheek with her hand.

Malak felt sick as he watched them, he should have known. How could he not have sensed it in Bastila during her torture? Her words from a moment ago still taunting him.

"You were to busy boasting about your so-called power, that you failed to see what was right in front of you."

He had his answer. So, Bastila had used her sexuality to lure Revan, but that had only been a part of the whole. She was in love with him, and he with her. So this was what motivated her anger and hatred of the Jedi…

She can't stand the thought of someone taking him from her. That was why she turned on me, I was no better than the Jedi to her. I took Revan from her, and that earned me her ire, even more so than when she merely wanted to stop me for the good of the Galaxy. It would almost be amusing, if it hadn't let me to this.

He tried to call forth his own anger, only to find that it did little for him. He was broken, defeated and he suspected that he would be dead soon. Fear slowly began to creep into his mind as he looked upon Revan and Bastila.

"I called you here to allow you the chance to be free." Revan was saying. "You are strong Bastila, but that strength is not enough. Right now you're full of anger and hate, but you must let all of your emotions flow." He paused, sensing her puzzlement; "Anger and hate are powerful emotions, true, but eventually they will impair your judgment, make you vulnerable."

"And, if you are ever to truly become more than another dark Jedi in terms of strength… if you are to become the Dark Lady of the Sith, you must be willing to transcend mere anger. You must realize that perfection is mastering all of your emotions, and dealing with them accordingly." The thought remained private; she was not ready to hear it yet.

"You need to embrace you anger at…recent events and be done with it!" He turned her around to face Malak.

"I believe he carries a great deal of your animosity, correct?" Revan asked in a neutral tone, lowering his face so that his lips were but millimetres from her ear, he could feel her body revel in his proximity, her eyes became eager, almost as eager as they had been at the temple when she had turned him.

Soon. He mused. Soon we will be able to fully embrace our intertwined destiny, and no one will be able to oppose us!

Revan gestured towards the fallen Malak as he almost casually whispered the words into Bastila's ear. "Now you can…work out you anger. I give him to you. Do what you will with him…"

Her face lit up as the meaning of what Revan was giving her became clear; once she was free of her anger she could turn her attention to what really mattered…her passions… her love for Revan, she knew he felt it too. Together they would shape the Sith to their will, and anyone foolish enough to stand against them would be crushed!

She wetted her lips and turned towards Revan again, stepping close to him and pulling his face to her own as she again kissed him passionately.

"When this is over…" she sent through the bond, pulling slightly away as she stared penetratingly into his eyes and savoured the faint taste of his lips. "Then no more samples, no more tastes. I want it all!

When this is over, I want you to pledge yourself to me, I want to you to sate my hunger! And I can assure you…I have quite an appetite!"

She turned and stalked towards Malak, drawing her lightsabre, savouring the fear evident in Malak's eyes.

"So… you say it took you a week to break me? Well, let us see how long I can keep you alive while I show you the true power of the Force!" Her voice was cold and hard as she continued, a predatory smile slowly creeping across her face as she spoke. "Oh, you won't die…at least not until I am satisfied."

She thrust out her left arm, grabbing Malak with the Force and hanging him suspended in the air, her smile growing wider as she watched him flop around like a Firaxan out of the water.

Deciding to use her sabre at first, Bastila lunged forward, her crimson blades making deep cuts on Malak's limbs.

She threw back her head and laughed viciously as Malak screamed out in pain. "You truly are pathetic Malak, a few cuts and you cry out like a small child." Bastila snarled suddenly, making a contemptuous motion with her wrist. The dark side responded to her bidding, forcing Malak's wounds further and further apart until finally, his left leg-bone shattered under her assault.

She called the Dark Side to her again, this time shattering Malak's right arm, then proceeding to the remaining arm and leg. She grinned at each scream, savouring the sound as Malak's electronically filtered voice grew in intensity with each limb she took, until finally his voice was drained.

Blood flowed from the now open wounds on his arms and legs, steadily flowing onto the metal grated floor of the Star Forge's viewing platform.

"Well now…" Bastila continued "We can't have you losing consciousness due to blood loss now, can we?" Before Malak could even respond, she lowered him slightly from her telekinetic grip, and then walked up to the broken "Sith Lord".

How dare he usurp that title! It's Revan's and his alone! And it will be my pleasure to aid in his reclamation of it. She shot Malak a fiery glare, and then in a slow and precise gesture held her lightsabre blade up against each of Malak's flowing wounds in turn.

I didn't think the fool could scream any louder! Bastila sighed mentally as her searing hot blade cauterized each of the bleeding appendages. Most of the lower parts of the arms and legs were still hanging on by the flesh, the bones completely shattered by her Force attack. She decided she'd tired of watching them flap, and just cut them off.

She continued like this, inducing the most terrible pains to her former torturer, the darkness inside her swelling to enormous proportions as she let all her forbidden and twisted desires loose. Revenge drove her, and it was a terrible sight for any to see.

Revan, still standing off to the side, arms folded across his chest in contemplation, merely tuned out Malak's screams after the first hour. He had heard it all before, after all when he'd taken Malak's jaw after the fool had disobeyed him once. Or so the memories retrieved from HK-47 would suggest. Besides, he was far more interested in Bastila… her aura swelling with darkness with each stroke, each Force attack. Her every dark thought... all of her hatred and need for vengeance spilling forward uncontrollably.

"I knew she wanted vengeance, which she'd need to have satisfied. But this is beyond anything I had imagined."

The only reason Malak wasn't dead yet, was of course that Revan was still letting the Star Forge keep him alive, if he'd just let him die, Bastila wouldn't be satisfied, and he needed her to be, for his reign of the Sith to be complete. With his usual subtlety, he was just keeping himself aware of Bastila's aura and the darkness flowing from her. It was building, soon it would culminate, and at that point Malak had to die! Bastila would swing her blade and Malak, her greatest fear would die. The moment was quickly approaching. He realized the time was right as Bastila launched herself at Malak with renewed fury when the fool uttered. "Mercy."

Bastila released her grip on Malak, or rather what was left of him, and as he crumpled to the floor, she stood there…towering over his broken body. She raised her sabre over her head, the red glow lighting her eager expression, preparing for the final strike. Revan could feel the darkness boiling inside her, and as she thrust down her sabre she let out a snarling roar, an expression of pure hatred on her face. The only sound was the hiss of cauterizing flesh as Malak writhed for the last time on a beam of pure energy. As he felt his old apprentice slip into the darkness, Revan released the Star Forge's hold on his old apprentice.

Malak, the last tie to his old life fell and, as his body collapsed to the floor, the room seemed to shake with power. Bastila's dark aura seemed to compress infinitely, and with a violent concussing force, it exploded outwards and away from her as her anger and her vengeance were fulfilled. It radiated from her, into the surrounding chamber reverberating off the walls and echoing around the Forges vast bays, making every Sith look up in awed horror. Even to someone as strong in the Force as Revan, the experience was almost overwhelming. It was as if she was being transformed.... A Denebian butterfly just emerging from its cocoon.

When the waves of Force energy had subsided, Revan cautiously opened himself to the Force and when he felt Bastila's aura, he was genuinely shocked. Most dark Jedi were boiling with raw, uncontrolled emotion, a red haze where control was lost to the whim of the dark side, as Bastila had been mere moments ago when rage had almost consumed her being.

But not now…It was as if she transcended light or dark. As if her aura were a combination of all aspects of the Force, light, darkness and all in between. Almost like the colours of a rainbow. A dark rainbow, filled with blood-red, dark purple, night sky blue, fiery orange…She turned, and looked at him, her beautiful turquoise eyes filled with passion. As she gazed at him, a slight smile graced her lips as she sought him through the bond. He could feel her reaching for him and despite his usual caution he let all his emotional defences drop. It would have been futile to resist her anyway, she'd had always had a way of getting into his mind.

"Never without your consent, Revan." Her words echoed through his mind as he felt her mingle her own Force aura with his, completing their joining. He'd never felt anything like it. Words, ideas, emotions all coming together as a whole, connecting them so deeply that they almost became a single being. He felt everything she felt... her determination, drive, passions and far more.

"I wish to show you something Revan" Bastila thought at him, even as she lead his presence deeper into her own, to a place that held the one thing she treasured most of all... the single thing that mattered more than anything else to her. Revan marvelled, all of a sudden he found himself standing over a pool, a symbolization of the currents that were Bastila… "Look into the water" she beckoned and cautiously, Revan looked, seeing the waves flow freely and then… it settled. The waves calmed and the surface of the water became clear, as clear as glass, and as he continued looking into it he saw… his own reflection.

So it wasn't just a ploy at the temple… He couldn't help but smile and, as he looked up, the vision faded and he found himself back on the Star Forge.

There she stood. Her skin, white and beautiful as marble, her eyes... deeper and far bluer than any of the oceans of Manaan. Revan tried to keep his composure, but found himself loosing the struggle at the sight of his new apprentice.

The Sith and the Star Forge would have made worthy prizes. Any dark Jedi would be overjoyed at the power they could offer, but not him. The Star Forge was a tool, nothing else. A powerful tool, to be sure, but nonetheless a tool. The woman who stood before him, she was his destiny, he was sure of it. It could not have been a coincidence that it was she who had saved him from Malak, she who had broken the Jedi's hold on him and helped him retake his empire.

No… Revan thought. Our empire!

There was no longer any doubt in his mind. He'd sensed it after she'd killed Malak. Now, as she stood reborn he knew there was no other place for her than by his side. Not as apprentice, or pleasure toy. She was indeed his equal and as such there was only one title he could think of that would suit her... His Dark Lady of the Sith.

She walked toward him, and he felt his heart beating faster. He knew what she wanted; she'd made that quite clear before. He held out his hand toward her and, in a low calm voice, whispered. "Come Bastila, we have an Empire to build."

As she took his hand, he started slightly. Her touch was electrifying, and he realized she was feeding him emotions through the bond, her own. Unable to hold himself back any further, he led her to the elevator. As she moved to step aside and let her Master pass into the lift first, Revan grinned and nudged her back so that she toppled with a slight intake of breath into the lift. She would never be second to him again. Now, she was equal in all things.

Together, as she attempted to gather her composure and he fight his desire for her, they headed for the docking bay.

"The Sith Masters will most likely object to our union Bastila" Revan said as they stood in the elevator car, having slightly regained his composure. A contemptuous sound escaped his lips, and his face mirrored that sound as he spoke. "Fools, they claim to be free to do what they wish, but they're just as bound to ancient traditions as the Jedi!"

Her brow furrowed as she contemplated his words and with a sudden brisk nod looked at him in reluctance.

"Then perhaps we should hold off the announcement" Bastila spoke slowly and thoughtfully. The brashness she once had, gone. "Let them think that you have ousted Malak and have taken me as your apprentice. All who know about what really happened in the Temple are dead. So, no one will be able to tell what really happened there. Then, we summon them to convocation. That is the perfect excuse to have them all gathered in a large room, a hall preferably…."

"And then we announce that I have taken you as my Dark Lady" Revan finished the sentence, his face thoughtful as he pondered her suggestion.

"Of course, there will be some who will object. However…" Bastila reached down and padded the hilt of her lightsabre and a cruel expression passed across her face. "I'll have their heads, and feed their Force essence to this station! I almost lost you once, Revan; never again! I am not about to let foolish old men, stuck in pathetic codes that deny the power of passion, to come between us. I will crush them all before I let that happen!"

"My, my, Bastila…"Revan said teasingly, gazing at her flushed face. "I never knew you had such a devious side to you."

At this, Bastila slowly turned and leaned in to whisper in Revan's ear.

"There are many of my sides you haven't seen yet," She felt him tremble slightly as she slowly ran her tongue sensuously over the lobe of his ear and then nibbled it slightly. "But I'll take pleasure in showing you." She pulled back, and couldn't hold back a smile as she saw Revan's expression. "After we deal with the matter at hand, however."

The door opened and they walked out onto the docking bay. A vast sterile chamber, its walls were lined with illumination panels. Several openings into deep space were clearly visible, as were the hundreds of Sith Fighters, lined up ready for deployment. Even more hung from the scaffolding in the roof of the hangar, only accessible to the crew by the way of gantries and turbolifts.

Parked further down were the heavy assault ships. Large, bulky craft with minimal manoeuvrability, sacrificed for the sake of cargo space for delivering heavy armour to planetary surfaces. The hangar was mostly empty, seeing as the Star Forge was mainly automated, and most of the Sith personnel had been assigned to the various warships.

Together, they opted for a two-person shuttle. With the Republic fleet destroyed and the call put out to the Sith fleet that there would be a ceremony at the Temple announcing Darth Revan's return, courtesy of Canderous Ordo, the small craft would have no trouble making it to the planet. Already, they could see the shuttles departing from the various warships. Soldiers, commanders and dark Jedi preparing for the assembly to welcome back their Dark Lord, or to foolishly try and deny him his right.

Revan spotted an equipment replicator over by the wall and headed over to it while Bastila prepared the ship for launch. The terminal came to life as he approached, the Star Forge responding to his Force aura. He looked through the program…until he'd finally found the design he wanted, and started the manufacturing process. The Star Forge, feeding of the dark side and the Rakatan sun, had the item prepared almost instantly. Revan took it, and headed over to the shuttle where he quickly deposited the item in the cargo hold before heading up to the cockpit to join Bastila.

He felt her eyes upon him, even before he stepped though the doorway, her aura still filled with hunger, but controlled for the moment. He smiled slightly as he leaned in and kissed her. He felt her slide her arms around his neck and for awhile it seemed as though time had stopped. When she eventually pulled back, and had seated herself in the pilot's chair, Revan spoke. "Now, my love…our destiny awaits."

The ship hurdled out into space and towards the planet below…

To be continued…