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 Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 3:35 pm
Bolt smiled at Bastila and said to Revan, "Interesting. Are you saying that she captured you and changed your mind?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 4:29 pm
He smiled.
In a manner of speaking, yes. As her strike force cornered me on my bridge, Malak decided that he suddenly wanted to be the Dark Lord of the Sith. So he ordered his ship to hit mine with a full broadside. Bastila and myself were the only survivors, but only if you use the loosest definition of the word 'survived' in application to me.
He was struck by shrapnel and momentarily exposed to the vacuum of space when the bridge lost atmosphere. Bastila took it upon herself to give the details, knowing how Kagi liked to be vague and dramatic about things.
I brought him to our landing craft and escaped before his ship destroyed itself. After escaping, I took him back to the Jedi Council on Dantooine, where they decided that, in order to save him, they would need to wipe his mind and give him a new identity.
Only it didn't quite work out the way they'd planned. Oh sure, I got a complete new identity and had not the slightest inkling of who I really was, but it turns out that they'd only managed to bury Revan, not get rid of him completely.
To make a long story short, we found out about 'my' secret weapon in the war against the Republic, a space factory powered by the dark side of the Force and an entire star, capable of churning out massive fleets. We set out to find maps scattered across the galaxy that would give us its coordinates. Along the way, we ran into Malak, who took great pleasure in telling me just who I was. I suppose he figured that such a revelation would get me to turn on the Republic and kill my comrades or some such.
At the mention of the encounter with Malak, Bastila looked toward the ground, hiding her face. Obviously, something about that encounter, something that Kagi wasn't mentioning, was a source of great inner pain for her.
He once again squeezed her hand gently, but kept on telling the story to keep Keioko and Bolt distracted away from her.
Of course, it didn't quite work out like that. There was no way in hell I was going to turn on my friends, especially Bastila. It wasn't very much earlier that we came to accept that we loved each other. Of course, Malak wasn't pleased that his plans didn't go as he wanted them to, but we managed to escape him.
Eventually we tracked down the location of the Star Forge, called in the Republic fleet, then boarded during the space battle and killed Malak. The Republic destroyed the Forge, and that was the end of that.
He shrugged slightly.
That's pretty much the end of that, I guess. Now the point behind all that story, I suppose, is that I actually knew Bastila since we were children being raised by the Jedi. As more and more of Revan's memories have returned to me, I now know that we've had a mutual attraction since that long ago.
Then we were 'reintroduced' on Taris, so to speak. At the time, she was afraid to get involved with me, because of the very-real fear that I could revert to Darth Revan at any time. But I never did. Only once did I ever come close to falling back to the dark side, but Bastila saved me from that.
Forcing herself to not think about exactly how she had 'saved' him from falling to the dark side on Korriban, Bastila finally looked up, a neutral expression on her face.
The more I traveled with him, the more I realized that Darth Revan was truly gone, and the Revan I had known and loved before the Mandalorian Wars was who he truly was. After that, I couldn't stop myself from falling in love with him all over again.
She smiled, a real smile, as she thought back to Manaan, and their little unexpected detour on the uncharted world Xiling.
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2006 6:31 am
"Many of your terms and names are unfamiliar to me.. but I think I understand the gist of what you're saying." He looked at Kei and smiled, then turned his attention back to Bastila and Revan, "I don't understand one thing though. This 'Force'... is it a psychic power you have? Some kind of sorcery or dark art? I still don't understand. How can one be on the good side of that power, while someone else is on the bad?" He had so many questions, but it fascinated him. They were travellers, to him, and he had loved to talk with people from far away. While in the Arena fighting, before returning to the GPD, he stayed and spoke with many peole from all over the universe. Each person had a unique tale to spin, and when the fabrics all came together, it was like he had fashioned a quilt of experience in his mind. The stories he heard of magical skills, mythical creatures, and fantastic voyages all mad ehim glad to be who he was. He had his own tale. Everyone had their own tale.
He recalled calling Revan a wizard before, but after hearing and seeing some of the things he could do, he figured that it didn't apply. Perhaps "spell-sword" was a better title.
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2006 6:50 am
Looking around, he realized they were by themselves. Everyone had already left. With that, Bolt smiled and said, "I'm sorry Revan, I have to leave now. Let's all go ahead and speak again some other time of these things. Have a good night." He bowed politely to Revan and then to Bastila. He kissed Kei goodnight and began to take down the decor.
((THREAD CLOSED FINALLY. Next Party?... St. Patrick's Day? Haw Haw haw! domokun ))
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