Summ: Hey, started reading your Fic, doing a great job by the way lol. I haven't finished reading it though xP.
Thanks for all the great reviews :D
Well, here's chapter five... :)
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Chapter 5: Once More with Feeling
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"Ready Bast?"
"Just hurry up bantha brains."
"Wow gee Basti…Aren't you a happy bubbly bunch of laughter today." He teased.
"Shut up Skywalker." (sorry, sorry! please don't hurt me! xP)
"Yes ma'am…"
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The two young Jedi got into their positions and faced each other, both alert and ready to strike at any time.
He made the first move.
He came at her fast, his lightsaber in his hand, humming with each powerful swing. She dogged them easily, taking a jump back to avoid them; she landed on her feet a few feet away from him.
He just rolled his eyes. "No fair Bast."
"Missed me." She smirked. ("Missed me, now you gotta kiss me." lol just kidding, though I'd like to see Revan's reaction to THAT :P)
"To slow Revan…"
Suddenly, she charged at him, her double bladed lightsaber becoming a blur of gold as she ran towards him.
"Wait, wha-" He didn't even have the time to finish his sentence, let alone complete a thought as Bastila's lightsaber came just within inches of his face, the only thing between the two, keeping Bastila from rearranging his oh so dashing features, was his own lightsaber quickly brought up to prevent the attack from actually causing him damage. Even though both lightsabers were on low intensity, it still would have hurt like hell…
Thank the Force for his quick reflexes…
He was doing ok, holding his own against her attack, when an invisible force suddenly pushed him backwards.
"Wha-Wait!" He exclaimed, landing on the floor...hard.
He couldn't help but let out a loud "Oomph!"
The impact with the ground had knocked the wind out of him. He gazed stupidly upward, somewhat stunned for a moment.
The next thing he saw was the tip of Bastila's golden lightsaber blade pointed an inch away from him, aimed directly at his throat.
He knew that Bastila had won.
He groaned.
"Great, that's one for spoiled Jedi princess, and zero for me." He muttered, making sure it was said soft enough to escape Bastila's ears.
The very next thing he noticed was her proud form standing over him, looking down and smiling the smile that she always had on whenever she won.
It was her 'I'm better then you Revan so ha!' smile.
Oh how he hated it, half because it always meant that he lost, and half because he couldn't wipe the silly smile of her face because he really had lost…life wasn't fair.
He had half the mind to trip her, making her fall onto the floor besides him, but thought against it. He wasn't a youngling anymore, a Jedi Knight…well, almost, didn't use the Force for such childish reasons…
But if Bastila kept looking at him like that, testing his patience, he'd definitely reconsider.
He smirked, chuckling slightly at the thought.
She'd be on the floor right next to him faster then she could say 'Spoiled.'
He turned his attention away from his musings and back to what had just happened. He wasn't about to let her win the round that easily. He enjoyed making it hard for her; it was just one of the great pleasures in life for him.
"Ahh, come on Bast, no Force powers!" He exclaimed. "I didn't even know that we could!"
Bastila just smiled. "Too bad Revan, this is war."
Revan groaned. "Fine…"
He smiled brightly at her through his clenched teeth.
She wants war? Ok, I'll give her war…
Bastila just raised an eyebrow.
What is he thinking of now?
He got up and dusted himself off. "Ready for round-number two Princess?" He smirked, his eyes lighting up as he flashed her a goofy grin.
Bastila just rolled her eyes and waved her hand in a quick sweeping motion.
Revan never knew what hit him.
She smiled, satisfied as the rather loud 'BOOM' echoed throughout the room.
The room wasn't even silent for half a second before a loud "OW! BASTILA!" broke the peace, just like she knew it would.
It never took him long to respond.
She simply turned around, her back facing him and ignored it, rolling her eyes.
He could be such a youngling sometimes…
He really should have known what would happened if he messed with her. Ooh how she despised that name with a fury!
After taking a breath, she turned around and was greeted by the sight of a very annoyed and furious Revan.
He glared at her, rubbing his head. "That REALLY hurt."
She just gave him an innocent look in response, smiling sweetly at him.
Revan rolled his eyes.
"Grr…come on Bast, let's go." He said, walking past her in a hurry, getting into his fighting position. He looked directly into her eyes and warned her. "And no Force powers Bastila." He said, his tone completely serious as if he was lecturing her.
Bastila just stared at him, mouth opened, dumfounded. He was lecturing her?
Never, in all her eighteen years of life, had she ever seen Revan, king of Bantha's without a smirk, or idiotic grin on his face for less then a second.
This was amazing!
She was so amazed, she was barely able to hear the words coming out of his mouth, let alone actually pay attention to them.
Revan knew she wasn't listening, so he stopped talking the moment her eyes got that far away look she usually got whenever Malak started boasting about himself.
Sighing, he pleaded with her.
"Please Bastila?" He grimaced, having to resort to begging.
It was NOT his idea of getting his way, but desperate times calls for desperate measures…
"No Force powers Bast…ok?"
Bastila rolled her eyes.
She couldn't see why Revan didn't like to fight using the Force. He was actually very strong in the Force; able to do amazing things that other Jedi twice his age wouldn't be able to do in a million years.
She couldn't see why he made such a big deal of it.
"Ahh wait…yes I do." She laughed within her mind. "He's STILL sore about that…"
Her mind drifted off for a moment, back to the past.
Revan wasn't always the powerful Jedi that he was today, and he certainly hadn't been the great Force wielder that he was now, as a child.
He and another youngling, Matthias, was always trying to beat one another. Whether it was over studies, saber combat, or even Force powers, they were always in competition with each other.
She laughed, remembering what had happened with Revan that had caused him to have such a strong dislike of using Force powers when dueling. How he had come to considered them 'cheating' and 'unfair.'
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Practically the whole Academy was there, cheering on either Revan or Matthias, supporting the one they thought was going to win the duel between the two. Revan had power and strength on his side while Matthias had both power and the Force.
Revan, being the Guardian that everyone knew he was destined to become hadn't exactly trained on his force powers that much, at least not as much as his opponent had.
He had a good start, using sheer power and strength to get Matthias quickly on defense, but when he was about to win, Matthias used Force Pull on young Revan, causing him to lose his balance and fall flat on his face into the ground, therefore shattering his pride and damaging his lightsaber, which had slipped out of his grip as he fell.
Needless to say, Revan had lost the dual.
It was the most humiliating ordeal he had to go through, not to mention the stern lecturing he had gotten from Master Kreia afterwards…
Of course, the fact that Revan hated losing didn't help much either.
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She smiled, shaking her head at something that had happened so long ago having such a great affect on Revan's fighting technique. He didn't like using the Force that much, in favor of doing all that he could with a lightsaber before reverting to the use the Force to aid him in a battle.
"Bast…" A voice mumbled her name through clenched teeth. "Ok?"
She was snapped out of her thoughts the sound of Revan's annoyed voice. She could tell he was getting impatient with her…better respond.
Rolling her eyes, she faced him and replied exasperatedly. "Fine Revan, you big bantha."
She didn't give him a chance to respond to her little insult as she smiled at him and got into her fighting position. "I'll play by your rules for now." She smirked "Try to beat me like that this time will you?"
Revan smiled as he held his lightsaber firmer in his hand, ready to use it at any moment. "No problem Basti."
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"Ok, this was it." Revan thought, as he rolled backwards and jumped back onto the ground, getting backin his fighting position after dodging one of Bastila's deadly attacks for the third time.
Hewasn't getting anywhere. "No more fooling around, I'm going to end this right now."
They had been dueling for quite a while now, both of them more than a match for the other. They were once again tied, Revan had won twice as had Bastila, this was the one to decide the winner...
Revan was determined to change the outcome this time; he wasn't going to lose, not like the duel they had four years ago.
He charged at Bastila's smiling form, his lightsaber held out high, preparing to swing at her.
Bastila smiled as she saw Revan come towards her,going in for the attack. She brought her double-bladed lightsaber up to her shoulders, ready to defend against her friend's attack.
Her ground faltered a little at the intensity of his blow as it struck her lightsaber, but she still blocked it nonetheless.
However, she was unsuccessful at stifling the small, "Oomph!" that escaped her lips at the impact and silently cursed when she knew that Revan had heard.
"Getting tired eh Bast?" Revan smirked, panting, obviously exhausted from his last attack.
She looked at him, shaking her head. "Of course not Revan." She stuck out her tongue out at his smiling form. "You're the one that's tired…besides, even if I was, I wouldn't show it." She smiled sweetly at Revan, whilst her body was screaming at her to take a break from their training.
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Neither of the two stubborn Jedi would admit that they were worn out and tired. Both wanted to beat the other. Neither would quit until the other either gave up or lost. That was how headstrong and pompous they were.
All of a sudden, Bastila sprung to life and swung at the young Jedi. Revan, sensing her attack, brought up his lightsaber at the same time, blocking Bastila's lethal attack.
"You will not win Revan!" She yelled as she swung her blade, aimed directly at him.
He brought his dark blue blade up just in time to block her attack. A loud "Hiss." Was heard throughout the room as her golden blade hit the midsection of his, the two powerful blades meeting with great force.
Revan laughed, smirking at her. "Close there Bast, almost got me."
His grin grew even wider at the look of frustration that filled up Bastila's features.
She refused to draw back, using her whole body weight as she leaned against her blade, putting more force on the attack.
She was able to hold his blade for a moment until Revan decided that he had had enough of this.
Using his fast, quick as lightning reflexes, he bent down and swung his leg around hers, locking their legs together.
Twisting slightly, Bastila's surprised yelp was heard through out the room as she fell onto the ground.
Revan saw the perfect opportunity to be the victor in their little duel…he just needed his lightsaber. It had fallen out of his grip when he dropped to the ground to trip the young padawan princess.
He looked around the room, and after quickly locating the fallen item he swiftly dashed towards it.
After retrieving it, he quickly rolled back towards Bastila's laying form.
The force of her fall must have left her stunned, it was the perfect time for him to strike, but he had to do something first.
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She had hit the floor, hard. Luckily however, not hard enough to do any damage, but she was sure that she'd be feeling it in the morning. I guess that's what happens when you decide to train with Revan…
Force…where was Revan?
Bastila sat up as fast as she could, feeling for her lightsaber.
It wasn't there.
Sith-Spit!
She looked around the room, frantically searching for any signs of her weapon. She needed it fast; Revan would probably attack at any moment. She knew him well enough to know that he never passed up an opportunity to win.
She heard something move, but before she could even get up from the ground and get into a position to defend herself from him, Revan leapt on top of her, standing above her triumphantly, his lightsaber ignited and ready to strike.
He grinned. "Looking for this Bast?"
He asked as he twirled her lightsaber with his other hand, teasing her.
"You!" Bastila exclaimed angrily. "Give my back my lightsaber!"
Revan grinned even wider. "Nope."
He looked straight into her bright blue eyes with his own dark brown ones. "Looks like I won thi-"
Before he could finish his victory speech, he was down, face flat on the ground.
Bastila had seen her chance to escape from under him while he was distracted. She quickly grabbed both his legs and pulled, tripping Revan.
Her lightsaber fell from his grip, but before she could get up to retrieve it, Revan grabbed her leg and jumped on top of her.
She was trapped under him by his weight.
"Ahem!" He mock coughed. "As I was saying…"
He grinned happily at her. "Looks like I won this Bast."
Bastila rolled her eyes.
"Guess he really did win…" She thought grudgingly.
They just laid there in that position for a few seconds, no one moved.
Bastila was the first to spring to life.
"Now…will you get off?" She practically shouted at him. Unfortunately, he must have still been daydreaming about his victory because he didn't respond to her at all.
Revan was lost in his own world.
Should I tell her now?
Bastila was about to push Revan off when he smiled timidly at her. "Heh…sorry Bast." He muttered softly, still staring at her.
She could feel her cheeks slowly turning pink under his stare. She never should have agreed to this, it was just like last time all over again, except this time he had won…and this time he was the one on top and...she was trapped under his gaze.
Something flickered in his eyes as he took a deep breath.
She gasped.
Was it love?
"Bastila…I…" Revan started timidly.
He swallowed, struggling to get the words out. "I…think…"
Bastila stayed silent, as she closed her eyes, trying to block out Revan's voice.
Her thoughts were racing. Don't say you love me, please don't, don't say it Revan! Please…we can't!
The moment his lips brushed against hers, she couldn't think, all her worries and doubts were brushed aside as she hugged him closer, as if on instinct.
He drew back, calmly and smiling.
Bastila stared at him, mouth open, dumbfounded, confusion showing on her features. What had she just done?
"I love you Bastila…"
There, he had said it. Finally after four years of waiting, ever since that day, the last time he had saw her. Since the first time he realized that he loved her.
He didn't dare move.
He just stared at her, desperately hoping for her response, silently pleading to the Force that it would be something he would be glad to hear.
Bastila was still in shock, battling within herself.
"No!" Her mind screamed at her, the Jedi in her telling her to push him away and run…but she couldn't. No, for because her heart was telling her that it was right. That they had a destiny together…
That she loved him.
But she couldn't…it was not that of the Jedi to have such feelings; they weren't allowed.
Her heart battled with the Jedi in her, but in the end all her years of teachings and the Jedi Code won out.
She couldn't love him…even though she already did.
"Revan I…" She sighed sadly as her eyes met his. She saw the hope shining brightly in her good friend. Oh how she wanted to tell him, to tell him her feelings, to tell him that she loved him…but she couldn't do that.
A Jedi does not know love…
"Heh, yeah Bast?" Revan asked nervously.
She sighed, looking at her friend one last time, she proceeded to break his heart and in doing so, breaking her own as well.
"Enough of this foolishness Revan…" She whispered sadly. Just loud enough for him to hear, pushing him away as she got up from the ground.
"I'm sorry…"
Revan, dumbstruck by her words, could not do anything but allow her to push him aside. He sat on the floor, confusion in his eyes.
She couldn't look at him anymore.
Turning around, her back facing him, she headed out the door, muttering a soft. "I can't…"
Revan jumped out of the stupor he was in and rushed after her, before she could leave the room.
He grabbed her arm and swung her around, facing him.
She let out a small yelp of surprise.
"Then tell me you don't love me Bastila…" Revan pleaded. "I just want to hear those words from you, then I'll go…"
Bastila stayed silent, looking into his dark eyes. She couldn't say it…
She did love him, with all her heart.
She hated the Council at that moment, she hated the Code, and she hated Revan.
Only he could make her feel this way, only he could make her feel love…
Only he could make her doubt the teachings of the Jedi, the wisdom of the Council...
Love was something the Code and her duties as a Jedi did not allow of. She had to lie to him, had to live a lie...she couldn't tell him the truth.
But she couldn't bring herself to say that she didn't love him either…
Looking at him with pain filling her eyes, she did the only thing she could do.
She turned her face away from him, to escape his penetrating gaze into her soul.
"I knew it…" Revan sneered angrily out of pain. "You can't even look me in the eyes…"
He sighed.
He knew she loved him, he just knew.
He wasn't about to give up…no, not without trying.
"Come with me Bastila." He offered. "Please."
She was shocked.
What did he want her to do?
"We can leave this place, get out of here."Revan smiled hopefully. "We can go to a place, far from here, far from the Council, from the Jedi…" His voice fell to a whisper. "From the Mandalorians…"
He looked into her eyes, his soul pleading.
"We can have a life together…"
Bastila's heart leapt with joy involuntarily, on instinct.
She wanted that, everything that he had just said, she really did…
Nothing could make her feel safer than to be loved by him.
But she couldn't let her emotions get the best of her.
She wouldn't, couldn't allow it.
She sighed. "I'm sorry Revan, please…don't make this hard for the both of us."
"Your about to become a Knight Revan!" She exclaimed happily. "It's fantastic, amazing that someone as young has you reached Knighthood at this age…" She tried to smile, failing miserably.
"Don't give that all up for me." She whispered.
Revan's heart sank. "Bastila…"
Bastila breathed in deeply, her resolve final.
She had to hurt him.
She had to say the words that he needed to hear, as much as it pained her heart to do so.
"I…don't."
Revan was confused. "What?"
"I…don't love you…" Bastila replied, her voice shaking.
The Jedi in her applauded her determinacy and loyalty to the Council, but her heart wept.
Revan sighed, defeated. His grip around her arms lessened, letting her go.
He smirked weakly. "Sure you don't Bast…"
Bastila nodded slightly.
Revan leaned closer to her, looking straight into her dark blue eyes. "Your thoughts betray you young Padawan…" He whispered, smiling bitter-sweetly at her as he tried to mock the Council.
She closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of him for one last time as he kissed her forehead gently. A few tears streamed down her cheek. "I'm sorry Revan…" She whispered, as she hugged him tightly.
"So am I Bast…" He replied, hugging her back. "So am I…"
Bastila tiptoed and leaned up towards him, kissing his cheek before escaping out of his grasp.
She walked out the training chamber, running as fast as she could once she was out of his sight; her tears were streaming down freely now, wetting her cheeks.
But she didn't care.
She had to go, go somewhere to meditate…and fast. The emotions within her were threatening to consume her if she didn't control them.
There is no emotion.
"But there is no peace as well…" She thought bitterly. "At least, not without Revan…"
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Revan stood in the empty training-chamber alone, brooding.
There was nothing left for him here now…
Bastila was the only reason that kept him from battle...but now battle seemed to be his only choice, his only destiny.
He had been willing to give up everything for her...
He sighed as he walked out of the training chamber and headed towards his own resting chambers.
He had to meditate and get ready for his trials. Then tomorrow, he would seek out his old Master and they would head out and prepare…for war.
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A dark hooded figure ignited his lightsaber, the blood red glow accenting the monstrous patterns on the towering man's mask. He turned to face her, about to attack her.
She frantically searched for her lightsaber, but it was nowhere to be found. The Sith monster laughed in an inhumanly voice, taunting her as he held up her lightsaber and crushed it with lightning force, reducing her mighty weapon into crumbling debris.
He lunged at her.
She screamed as the Sith lord brought his dark crimson lightsaber down towards her, the deadly beam of light aimed at her head.
She closed her eyes, wincing as she braced herself for the impact.
But it never came.
She opened her eyes, a bright blue light was between her and the Sith lord's weapon, keeping her safe.
She let her gaze drift to her right slightly, her eyes widening as she saw who had saved her.
Revan.
"Go! Bastila!" He exclaimed. "I'll hold him off…" He yelled through clenched teeth. She could tell that he was doing everything in his power to keep the Sith Lord's lightsaber from cutting through his own.
Revan released the grip he had on his lightsaber from his left hand and made a pushing gesture, Force pushing the Sith Lord a few feet away from them, enough to get Bastila to a safer area.
"Come on Bast!" Revan yelled, pushing her forward, toward an opening. "We have to-"
Suddenly, the Sith Lord grabbed Revan. Picking him up with his gloved hands he threw the unsuspecting Jedi onto a high platform where he landed, coughing blood.
"Bastard…" Revan thought as he stood up, using the Force to summon his lightsaber back into his hand.
The Sith Lord's eyes glared at Bastila. "I'll be back…" He said in a wicked tone before Force-Jumping to where the ready and waiting Revan was.
Bastila couldn't move. She was stuck, her eyes glued on the battle between the one she loved and the Sith monster.
Her heart missed a beat as she watched the Sith Lord embed his lightsaber into Revan's chest, his choked gasp and as his last words past through his lips. "Bastila…"
The Sith Lord deactivated his lightsaber, cackling as he watched Revan's body fall limp onto the metallic floor through his Sith mask.
"No!" Bastila screamed, falling to her knees, the tears running down her face as she watched the scene play out before her again in her mind.
"I never got to tell him…" She sobbed. "He never knew that I loved him…" She whispered.
She looked up through her tear soaked eyes.
Andstared straight into the eyes of evil.
"Your mine…"
He brought his lightsaber down at her.
This time, there was no one to save her.
Revan was gone forever.
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Bastila shot up from her bed, panting. Her whole forehead was soaked with sweat…her heart racing.
"Was it a vision?" She wondered. "Was the Force trying to tell me something?"
That was it.
The dream had finally broken her resolve.
She was too afraid of losing him.
No matter what tomorrow, after he was Knighted, she was going to tell him that she loved him.
She needed him to hear it, and no one, not even the Council was going to stop her.
"Tomorrow…" She thought as she drifted back to sleep, the thoughts of Revan kept the nightmares at bay.
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Revan looked back one last time at the Enclave through the casement of the ship.
There had been a change of plans, and Master Kreia had come to him a few hours just before his trials and Knighting ceremony began, warning him that they had to leave…
Immediately.
She had spoken, so he had followed.
He didn't care; he felt no regret for leaving before the trials. There was nothing left for him there anyways.
He sighed, still staring at the Jedi Enclave, which was getting smaller and smaller as the ship flew deeper into space.
"Revan, come here…"
He closed his eyes as he heard his Master calling him…
He blocked out the sound of Kreia's voice, his mind only focused on one thing.
Bastila.
He would always love her; he knew that…no matter what, there would be a part of him that cared for her.
And deep down inside of him, he knew that she loved him too.
If only their lives were different…
Their destinies different…
"Revan!"
He groaned as his Master's voice penetrated through his thoughts once more.
He opened his eyes and looked one last time at the now minuscule Enclave, the only home he had ever known.
"Goodbye Bastila…" He whispered as he turned away from the windowpane and turned his attention back to his Master.
This was the beginning of his destiny, and he could do nothing but accept it.
But of course, he was never one to give up easily.
He was going to see Bastila again, he was sure of it.
This was only the beginning...
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A/N: The end!
Don't forget to Review and tell me what you thought :D (Just please don't yell at me for making Revan's last name Skywalker, i'm sorry! xP There was just nothing else to do! Very un-original of me I know...I feel awful lol)
But still, heck, It wouldn't surprise me if his last name really WAS Skywalker, I'll tell you that :P
Well, that's it.
Hope you enjoyed, until next time…