Thanks for the comments, and Pottsie ... lol yeah, i kinda uhh, forgot about this fic, but i found it whilst lookin around on me hard drive, and i decided ill write another chapter for it (Boredom) ...

But now im motivated again, seen as though ive finished all exams and stuff. I migth as well continue on writing it. And remember, to all the other people who read it and stuff, leave comments! i wont bite :D lol ...

Nice chapter, when's the next one comin out?

Thanks ... Dunno when next will be out. Probably in another week or so? Hopefully anyway :D

Lol, meant to be 'Probably' ... Ahh well ... "Edited"

You might wanna edit it again, considering it should be spelled probably.

:P Knew i forgot something! It was the 'b' :D ... Anyways, back on topic. Yeah, hopefully next week sometime, the next chapter should be out.

Looking forward to it. [Is it a little bit too much?]

[Edited:]I mean, did I say "Looking forward to it" a little too much?

great fan fic, i cant wait to read more!!! its honestly the best ive read, keep it comming!

Thanks for comments, people. Greatly appreciated.

And bhoch, thats for the comment, but i can admit myself, that there are alot more fics that are better than mine :D lol. Anyways, thanks again for the comments.

lol, well of the ones that i have read it is certanly the best... but sersouly, keep it comming. cant wait for the next chapter :p

Here is another chapter:

CHAPTER 12

“Attack” Ordered Jonas

As the Acolytes surrounded Revan, a sudden surge of anger passed through him, like a bolt of electricity. ‘How did he get himself into this! Why didn’t he sense them?

“No” Revan though to himself “Be calm, you can get out of this” He ignited his lightsaber once more and said, “I think”

There was a sudden charge and the Acolytes dashed in towards Revan all at once. Swing his lightsaber in a circling motion, Revan used the Force to push a great number of his opponents flying in every direction; but that was not good enough.
With a sudden feeling of great pain, Revan noticed that his left arm was bleeding immensely. But he blocked out most of the pain and continued fighting. Striking down seven of the Acolytes, Revan became more tired, but he was not stopping. If this was the time for him to die, then he would die a warrior’s death; fight until the last breath, against extreme odds. Three more Acolytes down, then there was a loud yell issued from Jonas “Stop” he ordered the Acolytes. Revan dropped to his knees “He’s mine, now” said Jonas, as he jumped down from where he was, and landed in front of Revan.

“Ha!” said Revan “Need me weak enough, so you can say that you had a ‘fair’ fight do you? Because this is the only time, you would be able to defeat me, Jonas. Wise choice” Revan admitted.

“Don’t be stupid, Revan” replied Jonas “I said to you before, I have no intention of killing you” he smiled, and added “Yet”

“Why?” asked Revan

“Why?” repeated Jonas “Well, you see Revan, look at it this way” He started walking Revan, looking down upon him “There is a threat here, you know it, I know it” Revan gazed at Jonas as he stood back in front of him. “Imagine what the Galaxy would be like if we destroyed this threat together?”

“What are you getting at, exactly?” asked Revan

“Revan, don’t you see” said Jonas eagerly “We could destroy the Threat, then we could do whatever we wanted! The Republic would thank us, give us leave! And then … and then we could crush the Republic! Build it from scratch as we see fit, let us be our own leaders, let us decide what is best and what is not!” He brought his reddish blade down to Jonas’ face and said, “What say you?”

Revan bowed his head, and thought to himself ‘I tried to do this before, I thought the exact same thing, and look where it got me! Don’t go back to being lost, to stray from somewhere you have worked so hard to be’

“What say you?” repeated Jonas

Revan raised his head, “No,” he whispered.

“What?” said Jonas

“No!” said Revan loudly “Jonas, think to what I have done. Where I have been. That is the same path in which you tread now. Don’t follow my footsteps, stray from that path and come back to the light. I beg you, don’t make me … kill you”

There was a roar of laughter, and Jonas said, “Kill me? Revan, my dear friend, look in the position in what you are in. You could not kill me even if you tried,”

Revan stayed kneeling, all this time, whilst Jonas had been talking, wasting time, Revan had been gathering the last ounce of strength he could muster. And with a final stroke, no matter which way it went, he would aim to kill. This is what it came down to, there was no other way, and to end all this, one of them would have to die. Here and now. As quick as a flash, Revan ignited his own lightsaber and flung himself forward, heading straight for Jonas’ neck. But Jonas evaded the attack and brought his own saber down and it slashed across the back of Revan’s legs. Revan felt a heavy blow to the head, which was caused by the end of Jonas’ lightsaber hilt, and Revan fell into darkness.

Jonas sighed “Lock him in the Force cage” he said to one of his Acolytes “This isn’t over, yet. There’s still time,”

Two of the Acolytes that were left, picked up Revan by the arms and dragged him out through the forest. As Jonas walked steadily behind them.

* * *
Revan could feel nothing but pain and agony, as he opened his eyes, realising he was not dead. He placed his hand on his forehead, trying to put out the feeling of the massive headache, which was occurring.

“Go and tell Jonas that Revan has finally awoken” came a voice

Revan looked around and he noticed that he was in a force cage, just large enough to have a bench situated, the bench in which Revan had been lying on.

‘Great’ Revan thought to himself ‘how the hell, am I going to get out of this one?’ He looked around the chamber in which he was in. To the left and right, there was Force cage emitters hugging the walls, and at the end of the chamber, next to the Turbo lift door, there was a computer terminal, and there stood one of the Acolytes.

“So,” said Revan “I missed you did I?” The Acolyte just replied with a grunt. “No need to be like that” said Revan “I wont next time,” he added, smiling.
Just then, Revan had felt a presence through the Force. A sweet, loving presence which he knew well, and longed to see that person once more. ‘Bastilla, hear me!’ He said through the Force. He felt a small reply from her, but the thought of her voice flowed away from his mind, as he heard the sound of the Turbo-lift doors open. And looking over, he saw Jonas walk over the barrier and into the holding room.

“Let me go, Jonas,” said Revan, forcefully

Jonas merely laughed “Do not waste your energy Revan, I am more powerful than you will ever be!”

Revan sneered, “Think so, do you?” he said. ‘Power is only but a word used to put across the suggestion of strength. It is not, however, the true meaning to being ‘powerful’. Knowledge will over-come strength. You just have to know how to use it to your advantage’ He said, through the Force, placing his words into Jonas’ mind.

‘What use is knowledge if you don’t have strength?’ Came Jonas’s reply

‘Being the ‘Powerful Being’ that you are Jonas, I thought at least you of all people, would have that knowledge’ Mocked Revan

“Enough” said Jonas, out loud “I have asked you once Revan, and let you off lightly. I will not be so forgiving next time. Now I ask you one last time. Will you join with me, and together we can rule the Galaxy, side by side!”

“It looks like, you will have to kill me” Said Revan “Because I will never turn to the Dark Side again!”

“You have left me no choice,” said Jonas, grimly “I will not kill you, even I have no desire to kill you at all. One other person does though. He sent me to kill you, on this planet, but I have failed and will continue to fail, by letting you go. But if you think, that is all … you are wrong. There are worse things than death, way worse. Now Revan, say good-bye to the thing you hold most dear to your heart. The thing what has stood by you for all your life, which has helped you in all your encounters.” He looked into Revan’s eyes, smiled then turning to walk back to the Turbo-lift he said to his Acolytes.

“Sap every inch of the Force from him and see to it, that he suffers”


* * *

Sweat pouring down his face, Nom sparred in the Cargo Hold of the Ebon Hawk with his Master, Bastilla Shan. His newly built lightsaber, creating a bright purple glow. Whilst clashing brilliantly with the shimmering yellow of Bastilla’s own sabre-staff. However, only one side was activated.
“Now, you must remember Nom” she said, as she brought her lightsaber swinging down, and Nom parrying it, with a sudden twist of his wrist, he brought it back up, just stopping in front of her face.

“Whoa” she said, surprisedly, stepping back deactivating her lightsaber. (Nom did the same) “Very good, now you must remember, the Force will guide you in the act of battle. It is your ally, not just a ‘tool’ as some would think. It will help you perceive your opponents next moves.
“A Jedi uses the Force for Knowledge and defence, never attack. Remember this.

“But doesn’t a Jedi get his strength from the Force?” asked Nom

“Yes, a Jedi can fuel his strength through the Force, but always depending on the Force, will end up blinding you to what aspect of strength you are using. Whether it be for Defence or knowledge. You may realise one day, you are also using it in anger, to gain an advantage in attack. These things; Anger, aggression, and also inflicting fear into the hearts of others, are the ways of succumbing to the Dark Side,”

“When you are fighting an opponent, isn’t that one of your objectives to win, to gain an advantage in attack?”

“Yes and no” said Bastilla “You see Nom, gaining an advantage against your opponent, can not always come from being aggressive. By being aggressive, distracts your concentration, and affects your strokes, of the blade. But through knowledge, you can out smart you opponent, to think that they may have the upper hand in the combat, but you yourself, will gain the victory. But this all comes down to how you are fighting. Now, to end this training session for now, recite me the Jedi Code”

Nom racked his brains for the right wording, and he began:

‘There is no emotion; there is peace.
There is no ignorance; there is knowledge.
There is no passion; there is serenity.
There is no death; there is only the Force.'

“Excellent” said Bastilla, “Now, go and rest, and go over what you have learnt”

“Yes, Master” said Nom. As he got to the doorway, he turned and asked, “Excuse me, Master?”

“Yes Nom?”

“I was just wondering, where are we going next?”

“One more stop left” replied Bastilla “I have called some the Exiles companions, to meet us at Taris, whilst we pick up Mission and Zaalbar. How many will come however, only time will tell. Now, rest!”

“Yes, Master” obeyed Nom, bowing his head and retreating back to the Port Dormitory.

This must be your best Chapter yet. Very good Mr_BFA and I'm looking foward to more.

Nice chapter Mr_BFA. Well written.

very well written... i agree with pottsie, this is indeed your best chapter yet. cant wait to see more!!

Thanks guys! ... Haven't started next chapter yet, but hopefully it shouldnt take a month to post (Like how usually lazy i am :exp:) Anyways, thanks again for comments and stuff! :D

CHAPTER 13

“Peace is a lie, there is only Passion” recited Atrox, as he went through the wormhole of Hyperspace. “Through passion I gain strength, through strength I gain – “ He stopped, as he felt a huge surge of anger through the Force, the feeling, invigorating. But it was not his anger, but somebody else’s, and somebody extremely powerful.
But it was gone as quickly as it had occurred.

Atrox grunted. “I’m sick of this travelling crap,” he said furiously, getting up out of the pilot’s chair and heading to the back room. His ship was not large, but it was also not small. There was the cockpit, with the pilot and co-pilot chairs, but still able to occupy at least another five, maybe six. Then there was the back room, which had a small bed, supply cache and workbench/lab station. He sat down at the workbench, and took out his lightsaber. Taking it apart, he lifted out the small Jenruax crystal, and pulling out a draw, he lifted out a small blood red crystal. Inside his lightsaber he placed the Quixoni crystal in which he had found on the occupant of a refugee on Nar Shaddaa who travelled from Onderon, who had departed from the city of Iziz.
Suddenly, Atrox was alerted by the sounds of alarms, announcing that he had reached his destination.

“About bloody time,” said Atrox as he walked back to the cockpit, hitching his lightsaber to his belt as he went.



* * *


“Well, well, well” said Bastilla, as herself, Carth, Nom and Jolee strolled down the Ebon Hawks loading ramp, to be greeted by Mission and Zaalbar. “Glad to see you two are still alright”

“Why wouldn’t we be?” asked Mission “ Taris is hardly the place to get into trouble, as you can see” she indicated around her. New steel frames of buildings were being placed around as far as the eye could see, deep beneath them the smog had lifted and for the first time, for as long as anyone could remember, the surface was visible. Looking around, Bastilla noticed something else which was different. Species of all types, not just Humans, were walking around proudly on the upper levels of the city. Ithorian’s mingled here and there with Wookiee’s, Quarrens and Humans as well. A devaronian was just to the left of their group talking and laughing with a thick set Twileik. “That’s good to see,” said Bastilla pointing towards the groups.

“Yes, it is” said Mission looking over “Ever since the destruction and the departure of the Sith, a lot of things have changed. And, as much as I hate to say it, the Sith actually did something good for a change”

“What in the Republic would that be?” asked Carth

“Look for yourself” replied Mission, pointing over the edge

Carth walked and looked over to see the smog-less surface of Taris walked back.

“Hmm,” he said, nodding “Guess your right about that, but it did take a Destruction of a whole planet to do that, and for that, im saying nothing else good about the Sith.”

“Right you are, Carth” replied Mission “So, what is the meaning of the surprise in seeing you guys here? Here to help I hope” she said winking, but then stopped as she seen Nom “By the way,” she added “Who’s this handsome devil?” she asked, pointing towards him. Nom, surprised, was about to answer her, when Bastilla broke him off, and said to Mission:

“Is there anywhere where we can discuss this in private?” she asked.

Taken aback, Mission said “Yeah, sure. Just follow me”

Mission led them down the steps of the Docking Bay and into the large street below. The area was cleaner as to when they were last on here, not considering the muck and rest of the stuff they did not want to think about, was off the floor and walls. Mission turn around a corner and disappeared in a doorway to their left, the group (led by Bastilla) followed.

“Take a seat,” said Mission, indicating to a large round table surrounded by chairs.

They each took a seat, and Nom took notice of the surrounding room. Teak wood ran this way and that across the bottom and top edging of the golden panelled walls, and a large chandelier hung from the ceiling.
Bastilla, who was also looking around said “Well Mission, you’ve certainly out done yourself!” she said Impressed

“Oh, its not just this room, we plan to do this for all the rooms, whether they be Upper or Lower. The under city is going to be a place of life; the horticulturalists are down there already planting the seeds of new tree’s bought in from Kashyyyk, thanks to Big Z’s dad. New plants and flowers, bought in from all over the Galaxy, including Duxn and Ithor. Small houses will be built down there, because for some reason, even though there is plenty of room up here, some people still want to stay down there,”

“Perhaps, because they can see the sky; the stars, sunlight and clouds, they feel content in staying down there now”

“Yeah, I guess your right,” replied Mission, nodding “Anyways” she added “As I asked before, who’s this?” she asked again, nodding to Nom “He’s rather cute” Nom looked down at his feet, feeling his face getting warmer and warmer by the second. “Oh, I think I’ve embarrassed the poor guy, and I don’t even know him!” said Mission, letting out a small laugh

“His name is Nom,” said Bastilla, smiling herself, as she looked down at her apprentice “And he’s the reason why we have come here, Mission. It concerns Revan”

“Revan!” said Mission “How would he know what Revan is doing?”

“Let me explain and you shall know the answer to that very question,” said Bastilla. She explained all about Nom, what Revan was doing, and why he sent him and the Ebon Hawk to seek out help.

“So you want us to come and help?” asked Mission

“Yeah, pretty much,” replied Bastilla

“I don’t know if we can do that,” said Mission “We got enough work here as it is, let alone saving the Galaxy for a second time”
“Hey!” said Carth “I got time off from Telos to come and help, so you’re bloody coming with us!”

“Aww, you miss us that much Carth?” said Mission “I still don’t know … what do you think Big Z? Zaalbar roared with approval. “Well, I guess that’s that then” said Mission “As I said, first time we met, “Wherever Big Z goes, I go” and that’s what im going to do this time as well. Plus, I would like to get to know how new friend a little more also,” she added, her eyes flicking towards Nom. He glanced over in her direction and quickly looked away again. Mission laughed once more “Ahh, don’t worry pal! I’m not gonna try anything!”




* * *

Just then, there was a knock at the door and Mission stood up and opened it. The rest couldn’t see who she was talking to, but could faintly hear a woman’s voice. A smooth, calming voice, yet dangerous voice.

“Hello, I have been told that this is where I would be able to find the one called Bastilla Shan. Is she here?” the stranger asked

“Ahh, yeah she is” said Mission “Come on in” Mission opened the door, and I tall woman walked in. A hood, and veil covered most of her face, covering her eyes completely; she was robed in blood red robes with an armoured breastplate, circulating her body.

“You are one of the Exile’s crew aren’t you? Asked Bastilla

“Yes” is all she said

“Well, can I have your name?” asked Bastilla

“I am Visas, the Exile spared my life, even after I had tried to kill him. I was sent by my master as an emissary to do my masters bidding, but by the end. I was along side a new master, The Exile, killing the old one,”

“Have any of the other’s come?” asked Bastilla

“None, that I know of” replied Visas

Bastilla, looked intently upon the new arrival, and something dawned on her.

“You are a Dark Jedi!” she said, springing up.

“I do not wish to fight,” said Visas “All I wish … “ she stopped, lowering her head.

Bastilla did not move, but she was ready in case this Sith made a move.

“All I wish” continued Visas “ Is to see the Exile, one last time. He left before I could say anything and I grudge him for that, but I want to see what I had come to love, before the point of our parting. Certainly, you can understand that?”

Bastilla stayed where she was, but her thoughts flickered to Revan, and at last she understood, she was pretty much the same as Visas. Ofcourse, she was not Sith, but all the same, Bastilla could not help but feel pity for this woman.

“Very well,” said Bastilla “You shall come with us, but remember this: I will always be keeping an eye on you, no matter what. Understand?”

“I do,” replied Visas “But do not fear, I will not do anything – “
She was interrupted by another knock at the door. Mission sighed and went to the door again.

“Are you here for Bastilla,” she asked as soon as she opened p the door

“Uhh, yeah … yeah we are, what of it? Came a male indignant voice. Visas lowered her head once more.

Mission opened up the door and I tall figure of sorts, strolled on in, followed by a red haired woman shaking her head at the man in front of her

“Whoa, a bit late are we?” he asked “Oh great,” he added softly as he seen Visas “You’re here too, huh?”

“Yes,” replied the Dark Jedi

“Ahh, excuse me?” Bastilla piped up “May we get the please of knowing your names? She said, trying to sounds polite, have a dislike already of the man.

“The names Atton,” he replied “Atton rand, and this,” he indicated to the woman behind him “Is Mira, bounty hunter and one foxy lady, if I might add” he said smirking

“Shut it, Atton” Mira replied, frowning at him. “Listen, all I want to do is find Jonas, so I can beat the crap out of him for what he’s done. He took me in, acting all nice, and then he became a miserable, pathetic and annoying old man. Who would strike you down with a lightsaber as fast as look at you. And I don’t take a liking to that!”

Carth leaned across to Nom and whispered, “Man, I like her!” Nom just s******ed. “Hmmph” came Jolee’s reply. Bastilla shot them all a warning glance, and both Carth and Nom stopped laughing immediately.

“You will not do anything to the Exile” said Visas, still with her back to them.

“Don’t be all like that with me, sith!” said Mira angrily “Just because you didn’t get what you were looking for!”

“That’s enough!” said Bastilla, loudly “We will not have any talk of such things on the Ebon Hawk and we will not be having such talk here! Now, things will be a little cramped up if we all go together, but we will fit. And, this journey will be a long and difficult one, and you only come aboard because you want to and you acknowledge the risks involved,”

“Lady, ive been in countless battles with the Exile, facing Sith, Bounty hunters and Dark Jedi alike. And I was in the Mandalorian Wars before that! I think I can handle it,” replied Atton

“Same here!” said Mira

“Very well,” said Bastilla, trying not to sound too disappointed. She was hoping that this ‘Atton’ and ‘Mira’ would not come along, because they might cause trouble with this Dark Jedi, and that would be annoying. The Dark Jedi she could deal with, but these two …
“Are you all set and ready to go? Because we will be departing very soon and it’s a long trip”

“Yes” came several replies

* * *

A little later, sitting in the cockpit chairs, Nom and Carth were discussing the newest arrivals whilst waiting for the order from Bastilla to take off.

“I don’t know about that Atton,” said Nom “He could be trouble”

“I’m not as much worried about him, as I am worried about that Mira,” replied Carth “She’s a fiery one!”

Nom laughed, “Well Carth. With her fiery emotion and your wonderful personality, im sure youse could really hit it off!”

“You think?” asked Carth

“Haha, I was joking,” said Nom, and seeing a little disappointment on Carth’s face he quickly added “But it’s always worth a try is it not?”

“Guess your right” said Carth “That Visas though, She’s a strange one”

“She’s a Miraluka,” replied Nom, peering out of the view screen.

“How do you know that?” asked Carth surprised

“I … “ Nom stopped “I don’t know really, hmm”

“’Hmm’, indeed!” said Carth “You Jedi” he said, shaking his head

“Hey im not a Jedi, yet” came Nom’s reply “Im only a padawan”

“Close enough” said Carth, smiling “Hey, if your planet is in the Unknown Regions, how are we supposed to get there without getting lost?”
“That’s easy!” said Nom “You just … wait” he said, his voice slowly faltering. “I, I don’t know”

“Oh great,” said Carth, pressing on the intercom he said “Hey Bas! Need you in the cock-pit” he leaned back in his chair and then he quickly went to the intercom again he said “Not that way either for all you sick minded people on this ship, and im talking to you Mission!”

Nom laughed “Your hopeless” he said

“Hey, you don’t know Mission, like I do!” replied Carth “And by the way” he added smiling, mockingly “I think you’ve got a admirer!”

“Shut up” said Nom “I don’t even know her! Plus, I don’t want to sounds rude or anything, but … She’s a Twileik, and im a Human, nothing could happen anyway”

“Meh,” is all what Carth said.
Before Nom could say anything else, Bastilla’s voice was said “What is it, Carth?”

“Oh” said Carth “Nothing much, we just have a problem is all. A very, very big problem,” he looked at Nom

“Well, what is it?” asked Bastilla, looking from Carth and Nom “Well?”

“Umm … Carth pointed out just before that …” Started Nom

“If his planet is in the Unknown Regions, how are we supposed to get there without getting lost?” ended Carth

Bastilla opened her mouth to speak, but closed it quickly again. A look of worry came across her face. “That’s … that’s a good question!”

“Perhaps, when we get to the Unknown Regions, we just try and reach out to Revan, maybe he will tell us?” said Bastilla uncertainly

“Maybe,” said Carth “Or maybe, this is a lost cause?”

“Don’t say that!” said Bastilla “Ofcourse it isn’t!”
“Guys!” said Nom, and both Bastilla and Carth looked at him “I will find it, don’t worry. It was my home for seventeen years; I'm pretty sure I would be able to find it”

“I hope so Nom,” said Bastilla “I hope so”

“Should you tell the others?” asked Carth

“I don’t think it’s a good idea, yet” said Bastilla “When the time is right to tell them, they shall know. But for now, I have to back to the Docking officer to tell him we’re ready to go” With that she turned her heel and walked about out and down the corridor.

Nom looked at Carth “Thanks for that, I don’t think ive could’ve told her, by myself”

“It’s OK” replied Carth “You just try and find that planet, otherwise we will have more than just Bastilla to worry about”

Very good Mr_BFA and I'm looking foward to more.

We want more , we demand more !!! More I tell you !!! :lol:
seriousliosy nice stuff going on in this Fic :p

Thumbs up , and yeah ... Can't wait to read more !!!

another great chapter Mr_BFA, keep it comming :D:D:D... Cant wait to see the next chapter, so far this is kind of what i had invisioned for KOTOR 3 (if it ever comes out that is...)

CHAPTER 14

“So,” said Atton, irritably “If this kid can’t find this planet, then we’ve come here for nothing?”

“Pretty much,” said Carth

They were all in the Main Chamber surrounding the holo map of the known galaxy. It had been four days, since they left Taris, and ever since then (As Bastilla’s idea), they were just making short hyper jumps across the edge of the Unknown Regions. It was going well (Nom, hadn’t found the planet yet, but the other passengers hadn’t been complaining), until Atton had asked Bastilla about it, the day before, and she didn’t answer him fully, she just walked away saying:

“Just wait, we will discuss it soon”

After that Visas came into the cockpit looking for Bastilla to ask her about the exact same thing. Carth mentioned it to Bastilla and she finally decided that it was time to tell them all. But this was worse than what she had expected.

“It seems all our hopes rest on this young boy,” said Visas, nodding to Nom.

“Yes,” agreed Bastilla “He has been trying as hard as he can, but he has not yet had enough luck, in finding Revan”
As she spoke all on board felt a sudden surge of anger, such hatred that they have not felt before …

“That’s Revan!” said Carth suddenly

“What?” said Bastilla “What did you just say Carth?”

“Oh … Uhh,” stammered Carth “I know what you’re thinking, but I ain’t no Jedi! I just thought for a second I could feel Revan. He’s angry,” he stopped “Very, very angry”

“Did you get the position Nom?” asked Bastilla

“Yes!” replied Nom “I know where he is!”
With that he took off to the cockpit, Carth and Bastilla on his heels. Mumbling to himself, he started to enter the co-ordinates into the Navi-computer until …

“Oh,” he said

“Oh?” questioned Bastilla “Oh, what?”

“Heh, you’re not going to believe this. I don’t know why I didn’t think of this before! Why none of us though of this before?”

“What!” asked both, Carth and Bastilla

“The co-ordinates have been in the Navi computer all along,” said Nom, his face reddening.

“You mean that we have been space jumping for five days for absolutely nothing!” came the sound of Atton’s voice

“Stop complaining,” said Carth

“Oh? And what are you going to do, old man?” replied Atton

“What’s this talk about old guys?” said Jolee as he entered in Attons footsteps, closely followed by the rest of the crew

“Guys!” said Nom “Shut it, both of you. The thing is, that we can finally get to Revan! That should be enough reason for both of you to be quiet”

“Hmph!” said Atton “The damn kid is right … well, what are we standing around for, lets go already!”

“Who made you captain?” said Carth

“Just hit it, Nom,” said Bastilla, as Carth and Atton continued to bicker with each other. And finally, after all this time the newly formed crew of the Ebon Hawk entered Hyperspace to a newly formed adventure and into an unknown danger.

* * *

“So, this is it,” said Bastilla “This is where Revan has been all this time?”

They were all walking down the Ebon Hawks loading ramp and into the warm sunlight below the cloudless sky. Nom had flown the Hawk down to the exact same place where he had left Revan.

“No, comes the hard –“ started Bastilla, but she stopped and closed her eyes.

“Bas?” said Carth, uncertainly

“Revan!” she whispered. Her eyes fluttered back open and she gazed away southwards, her eyes unfocused.

“I could sense him, for only a second, but he was there. He’s still … alive” she lowered her head “I know where he his, and what is about to become is future. “Quick!” she cried, “We need to hurry!”

With that, she took off through the foliage and into the dense jungle, leaving the rest of the crew behind her, stunned and confused. But they followed her anyway.
* * *

As Jonas was sitting in is elected ‘throne’ room, gazing into the far reaches of space, he could see a small ship. A small ship it seemed, but that was of no importance, but what was important was the passenger, which was inside the ship. Powerful was this being, indeed he was powerful and Jonas had come to wonder what his intentions were. Because as it flew, Jonas realised that this ship, and whoever was flying in it, was coming here, to were he was.

‘Let him come!’ said Jonas

But as Jonas began to focus on the being, he was quickly alerted back to consciousness by one of his Acolytes.

“What is it?” spat Jonas

“Master, Revan has awoken!” said the Acolyte, bowing at Jonas’ feet

“Finally!” said Jonas as he stood up, his tone far different then what is just was.

He walked across the room and opened up the turbo lift doors and as he stepped inside and the doors closed, he noticed something. “So … “ he said, smiling “They have come. This should be interesting. Interesting indeed!”
The doors closed and the lift proceeded down to the lower levels.

It's a bit short, but i kinda couldnt think of anything else to go on to this chapter, but the next chap should be better .... i also put in some more text in chapter 12, when Revan is in the force cage and he feels Bastilla's presence arrive on the planet. Just to get it to fit with Bastilla feeling Revan's presence when they arrive

YAY! Another chapter. Nice;y written, and the length doesn't bother me. Can't wait 'till chapter.
And why did Carth reply to himself when someone calls him an old man?

Another chapter? Good. Good. Nicely written.

Always crawling to eat more chapters.

You eat chapters?
When do you think the next chapter will come out Mr_BFA?

@Akuma: lol, oops. Mistake there haha, its fixed now though.

And thanks to both of you for comments, they are more than welcome! :D

Another good Chapter as always Mr_BFA. Looking foward to more. Personally, I don't want to know what CSI does with Chapters, let alone eat them.

Thanks Pottsie for comment.

I'm not really sure as to when the next chap will be out. Haven't written it out yet or anything. So yeah, but hopefully it wont be too far away. :D

i agree with pottsie... Cant wait to see the next chapter, hope its not too long...lol

Hullo again peoples, Got another chapter and i hope, for those who read, enjoy it :D

CHAPTER 15

Bastilla ran ahead, and the rest panted along behind her. Nom, not used to such techniques yet, was not able to slow down his breathing enough to keep running; he started to slow down.
Carth, noticing Nom, yelled out to Bastilla “Hey, Bastilla!” she stopped and turned around, looking at all the sweaty faces and hearing all the sharp intakes of breath, of her fellow companions, she lowered her head and said “Yep,”

“We won’t be able to keep this up much longer,” said Carth, breathing hard himself. “We need to stop,”

“We can’t!” said Bastilla, looking back up “Every second we waste is another second to Revan’s death unless we get there!”

“You don’t know that for sure,” said Carth

“Oh?” said Bastilla, getting irritated “And what do you think what will happen, Carth? Revan will be sitting along side Sith having a few Juma’s playing a nice game of Pazaak?”

“I could definitely go for that right now,” muttered Atton

“Shut it!” hissed Mira

Bastilla didn’t take any notice to the second conversation what was taking place and continued eyeing Carth, mutinously.

“Bastilla! Looks what’s happening to you. No wonder the Jedi said love should be forbidden. Your risking nine other lives, including your own! Just to save another – “

Carth was cut off, by the sound of Bastilla igniting her lightsaber “If you don’t care about saving Revan. Then leave!” she said, her voice barely a whisper, her eyes bright with fury.

Nom let out a cry of frustration “Enough already!” he yelled, “Look at you two, fighting against each other. Bastilla! Carth wants to save Revan, as much as you do, you should now that and not be blinded by obsession. Because that’s what’s happening, think of what you have taught me, whilst on the Hawk. Was all that for nothing?”

Bastilla shook her head and eyed Carth, after a small while; the small glint in her eyes had started to fade. “I’m sorry Carth” she said “Your right,” she looked down at the ground and deactivated her lightsaber as she did so.

“No worries,” replied Carth “But as I said before, we can’t go on like this. We not need worry about Sith catching us, because at this rate, we’re going to just die of exhaustion,”
Bastilla nodded, “As much as we want to rest, time is slipping through our fingers, we cannot rest for long”

“Five minutes is all I ask,” said Carth, and Bastilla nodded once more “Five minutes” she agreed

* * *

The five minutes passed and they were once again, running along the dirt path, surrounded by thick foliage, covering all what lay behind. Suddenly they came out to a small clearing, which beheld an amazing sight.

A large castle-built structure towering above the high clouds and out of sight. Hundreds of towers expanded from within the temple, and sprouted outwards, in all sorts of directions Nom didn’t think possible for such a building.

“This is it,” said Bastilla “He’s here” she stopped and looked intently, as if listening for something. “And there is someone else here. Someone extremely powerful”

“The Exile!” whispered Visas

“Let’s go!” said Bastilla, drawing her lightsaber, but Carth stopped her. “What?” she asked

“We can’t just go barging in there” he said, “We don’t know how many Sith could be inside. We need a plan,”

“I don’t think that’s going to matter, very much” said Atton

“And why is that?” retorted Carth

“Well, look,” replied Atton, pointing to something behind Carth
“Oh, great,”

Several Sith battle droids were surrounding them on all sides, blasters held up high. Two Acolytes came to the front and sneered.

“Well, well, well,” one of them said “The great Bastilla and Carth, of the Republic. Not so great now, are we?”

“Come!” said the other, drawing out a red saber-staff. “Our master would like a word with you”

“Better do what they say, otherwise we won’t even be getting inside to save Revan” said Nom bitterly, as they were all disarmed of their possessions; his own newly built lightsaber included.

“Hmmph,” exclaimed Jolee “This is turning out to be some rescue mission, indeed!”

* * *

Led by the two Acolytes, and the squad of battle-droids bringing up the rear, the companions strolled into and over the threshold and the entered the Sith stronghold. As big of a place it was, surprisingly, it seemed empty.

“Underestimating us a bit, aren’t they,” said Atton

“Silence!” spat one the Acolytes
Bastilla shook her head in irritation.

“We don’t have time for this!” she hissed to Carth.

“Got a plan?” he replied

“I was hoping you had one,” she said

“You’re a Jedi! Use your bloody wits woman,” whispered Carth
Bastilla smiled and she started to look around, taking in her surroundings.
Large stone-carved columns, reached from the floor base, and into the ceiling high above. She couldn’t even see the roof with her eyes; darkness was spread overhead. But as far as Bastilla could see, she counted that there were another six stories before the dark engulfed how many others there must be. Huge statues of Ancient lords were spread throughout the large entrance chamber they were in, holding swords gracefully in front of their face; saluting their would be enemies, before the fight. Bastilla noticed small-carved hilts pinned to their sides.
‘They must be the early rulers of this planet’ she thought to herself.
They walked on for another five minutes, Bastilla forming a plan inside her head as they did so.

“Alright,” she whispered back to Carth “Follow my lead”

“Whatever you say,” was the reply

“So,” she said loudly, so they Acolytes turned to look at her as they walked “Where is your master?”

“You’ll find out soon enough” sneered one of the acolytes “I wonder if Jonas has got the same thing planned for you, as he has for Revan,”

“And, what would that be?” Bastilla inquired

“Oh, just a little surprise” the other replied; he signalled the other to a corridor not to far ahead in which they would be turning into.

As they walked, Bastilla spoke to all her companions who could wield it, through the Force. ‘When I give the signal, stun those blasted droids into submission!’ she said to each of them, getting positive replies back from all.

They turned into the corridor and they noticed that it was rather small, so they could only walk in single file; this complicated things.

‘Great, that’s stuffs up what I was thinking about doing’ said Bastilla. They were coming up to the end of the corridor, and sounds of marching footsteps started to echo much more loudly in the passage what they were in; more sith were up ahead.

‘Well, its now or never’ … she channelled everybody once more, ‘Now!’

Loud sounds of explosions started to occur as each battle droid was either stunned then beaten to submission, or just brutally ripped apart, wire by wire (on account of Zaalbar).

Bastilla summoned the Force to her aid, and pulled her lightsaber towards her. Nom, Atton, Mira, Visas and Jolee doing the same. The others, taking care of the rest of the droids, Nom and Bastilla headed towards the two Sith in front of them, wide-eyed, as they were still in surprise about the sudden downfall of their droids.

“It seems to me that you are in a bad way at the moment” said Bastilla to both of them. Nom just smiled.

Quickly getting over their current state, the Acolytes ignited their Lightsabers.

“We should have killed you, before!” said the double-bladed wielding acolyte.

“I’ve got him,” said Bastilla said to Nom, nodding towards the Sith. He nodded and they switched sides.

“Oh, I get the little one,” said the other Sith, swirling his own lightsaber in a circling motion. A sudden spurt of anger rose up in Nom’s chest ‘Little one?’

“Just remember your training,” said Bastilla, looking towards Nom.

* * *

Both Acolytes ran towards Nom and Bastilla. They held their ground as both Lightsabers came crashing down upon their own blades. Nom pushed the sith back and lunged his lightsaber forwards, aiming for his enemies gut.
The Sith blocked the oncoming attack and swirled down, bringing his saber across to slash at Noms legs; Nom jumped and using the Force, he was able to flip over his opponent and bring his blade down, creating a long slash down the Siths back. Grunting in anger, the acolyte rolled forwards, ignoring his own pain, and jumped up.

“Lucky shot,” he said, straining a smile “But it will not happen again, no mere Jedi can defeat me!”

* * *

Meanwhile, Bastilla was having her own problems. It had been a while since she had an intense fight such as this. Barely being able to block her enemies attacks in time, the Sith was unleashing all he had on Bastilla.

“Hmm, I thought being the great warrior that you are, this might have been a battle worth waiting for” sneered the Acolyte “I guess I was wrong. Who knows what Revan sees in a pathetic excuse for a warrior like you”

Anger coursed through Bastilla’s body at the sign of Revan’s name, and she gathered all her strength and leaped forward. Catching the sith on surprise, she got a few flurries of hits on him; catching him on the arm, slashing down the side of his leg and across the chest.
The sith fell onto his knees and looked upon Bastilla’s face.

“Finally,” he said, spitting out blood, “You have remembered … what it was,” he spluttered the rest of his words, but Bastilla caught the last few, which shook the inside of her like a sudden explosion from he heart … “To be, Sith”

“No!” screamed Bastilla, swinging her lightsaber across, she cleaved the head of the Acolyte straight off. Switching off her saber, she looked across at Nom fighting as she also, fell to her knees, before exhaustion took her into darkness.

* * *

Nom heard Bastilla’s scream and turned his head; he watched her fall to the ground.

“Master!” he yelled

“Ahh, I see,” said the Acolyte panting, “You were her student,” a slight smile of satisfaction had spread across his face “But, no more”

Nom bowed his head “You said no mere padawan can defeat a Sith. But I am no mere padawan I am Nom Kavar! And I will succeed in killing every sith that stands in my path; including you,”

“How noble!” mocked the Sith, “Now, prepare for death, little one,”

Nom laughed “Little one? Prepare to die? Tell me, sith, during this fight have you laid any hits on me whatsoever?”

The sith’s eyes widened in anger.

“That’s what I thought,” said Nom

Nom started towards the sith and brought his saber down, but the Acolyte parried the attack and brought his own lightsaber across, in line with Nom’s side. Nom blocked the attack and swirled around in a circle, and as he was doing so, bring his saber along with him. He stopped for a fraction of a second then lunged the purple blade into the sith’s chest. Pulling the blade back out, he let the body fall limp to the ground.

Momentarily shocked, Nom had realised that this was the first time he had killed a person. He was brought back to his senses however when he heard the yell, which was issued from Carth.

“Bastilla!”

With that, remembering what had happened, Nom turned and sprinted towards Bastilla’s unmoving body.

Another good Chapter as always Mr_BFA. Not being rude or anything, but I was wondering how many more Chapters you had planned for this Fic? Looking foward to more as always.

Great Chapter!!!! Cant wait to read more as always...

Nice chapter as always Mr_BFA. Keep it coming.

Thanks, to all of you.

@Pottsie:To be honest, i dont even know how many chapters are left. I would like to write as many as i can before the end of it, because i dont want to have anything rushed, and stuff.

But not to worry, lol. I doubt that it will be a 50 chapter story ... Even though, that would be pretty damn cool, lol

Nice , very nice Mr_BFA . Can't wait for more saber swinging action :lol: !!!

Haven't read all of it yet. but I like what I've read so far. Keep it up :)

CHAPTER 16

Turning off his lightsaber, Nom knelt down by Bastilla. He placed his hand on her forehead; it burnt with extreme heat.

“What’s happened to her?” he asked, looking up at Carth.

“I don’t know,” said Carth, “Did you see the sith do anything to her?”

“No,”

“We’ve got company!” yelled Atton, igniting the orange glow of his lightsaber.

Nom and Carth looked up towards the end of the corridor, where more sith had started to pour in.

“Don’t they ever give up?” yelled Carth, pulling out his blaster as he got up

“Apparently not,” replied Nom, activating his lightsaber but then he stopped, “Wait, I’ve got an idea,”

“Please, discuss,” said Carth

Nom pointed to Atton, Mira, Visas and Jolee. “Come here and form a line across the corridor. Quick!”
They issued a line across the passageway, blocking the way.

“I think I know what you’ve got in mind, kid,” said Atton, smiling.

“On three,” nodded Nom, at Atton. Apparently the rest of them got the idea also, because they were preparing themselves already. The sith in front of the stopped just an easy twenty paces away, and looked at them curiously with sneering faces.

“One!”
The sith looked at each other uncomfortably, slowly their sneers failing.

“Two!”
Two-dozen red blades were issued, emanating the entire corridor in a reddish light.

Nom, gathered as much of the Force to him as he possibly could. Feeling that amount of power, nearly brought him to his knees, but he kept his feet.

“THREE!” roared Nom.
There was a deafening noise as: Nom, Atton, Mira, Visas and Jolee all let loose simultaneously a Force Wave so powerful, it could fling a Krayt Dragon, halfway across the Tattooine desert. As the wave travelled across the air, chunks of thick stone broke off from the walls as the ground beneath them shook, nearly bringing them all down. But the Jedi, amazingly, kept upright. The warriors of light. Powering down the coming darkness, shattering the barrier between which separated the two.

There were feared shouts issued from all the Acolytes standing in front of them as each one flew backwards hundreds of feet. Their bones crushing in their bodies as the wave passed through them. Accompanied with several blaster shots from Carth and Mission’s blasters, and several bolts from Zaalbar’s crossbow.
Drained of most of his strength, Nom fell to the ground.


* * *

“Get up, kid!” yelled Atton, “You don’t want to be crushed do you?”

“Huh?” said Nom, faintly.

Apparently, because of the Force Wave, the whole corridor was about to collapse on top of them if they didn’t get out of there now.

Atton helped him to his feet, and with his arm slung over Atton’s shoulder, Bastilla being carried by Carth, the company was able to get out just as the last chuck of ceiling fell, and the whole corridor dropped to the ground in a pile of rubble.

“Ahh,” came a grunt of pain “This damn leg!”

Nom looked around tired and noticed Jolee sitting with his back against the wall, holding his injured leg in his hands. A large gash had his robes covered in blood.

“Let me help you, old man,” said Mira, walking over to Jolee. Putting her hand over the wound, she dove into the Force. Discovering the damaged tendons, and strained muscles, she was able to bring back the tiny cells together, and she relaxed the muscles back to normal.

“I’m not a doctor or anything,” she said, standing back up, “But I think that will do, until you can get some professional medical attention,”

“Stupid,” muttered Jolee, getting back up “I could have done that myself you know. Just because im an old man, doesn’t mean I can’t take care of myself,”

“Some people,” said Mira, shaking her head.

A small moan from Bastilla drew all their attention, back to the ground. Her body, in a fragile state as it was, seemed to have been completely overcome by extreme exhaustion.

“She needs some of our strength if she is to survive,” said Visas

Atton sighed, ”We don’t have that much left, and don’t know what is coming up next,”

“Never the less, she is right.” Said Mira, “Stop being a child and come over here,”

They formed a circle around her, each placing a hand on her shoulders and forehead.

“I want to help,” said Carth. A roar from Zaalbar, notified them that he agreed. Same with a “Don’t even think you’re leaving me out of this!” from Mission

“Fine,” said Atton, “Well come here then, already,”

Zaalbar and Mission joined hands and walked to Nom.
“Place your hand in mine,” Nom said. She took his hand, and he was actually surprised to feel some strength and warmth come back to him. But he quickly pushed that all the way to the back of his mind. Zaalbar placed his on Bastilla’s shoulder.

“Mind if I sit here?” asked Carth, as he sat next to Mira

“Uhh … not at all,” she replied, giving him a weird look, as they took hands, and Carth placed his hand on the top of Bastilla’s head.

“Now, clear your minds of all thoughts, and only concentrate on lending your strength to Bastilla,” said Visas

They all closed their eyes, and felt small pieces fall away from each of them to form a sort of cocoon around Bastilla, before falling onto her body, and into her spirit below. Nom looked deep beneath and he could feel Bastilla’s faint presence their and he pushed towards it. But it was reluctant to let him go any further.

‘It’s me master. Let me in, we are all giving you some of our strength, to heal you’

“Come on, Bas!” whispered Carth

Slowly the wall retreated back and Nom was able to pour his strength in.
They each heard the slow beats of her heart, regain soft momentum, and gradually become faster and more potent.
There was a small intake of breath and their eyes snapped open all at once. They saw Bastilla’s own eyes, flicking to all of them, with deep gratitude, but they were also sad.

“Thank you,” she said. They all took the hands away and stood up. Carth giving her a helping hand, Bastilla was able to stand, but it took her a few seconds to remain steady.

“Im alright,” she assured them, “Because of all you,”

“Here,” said Nom, handing Bastilla back her lightsaber.
She took it smiling; she said, “You have grown already. Revan was right about you. I can feel the power just emanating from you, it’s overwhelming,”

“You should have seen the Force Wave he produced not to long ago. I bet even Coruscant would be suffering the aftershock from that.” Said Carth, admiringly

Nom felt his face go red and he looked away. Then he felt it, something terrible was going to happen.

“Revan!” he hissed

“I felt it too,” said Bastilla suddenly.
“Gather your strength, because now, most of all, haste is what we need,” said Nom, “The bottom levels is where Revan is situated, we need to get there fast, otherwise … “ he stopped to listen to what The Force, was telling him … he gasped “Otherwise, Revan will be without Force. They are going to strip it from him! Let’s go!”


* * *


Nom sped down a set of stairs, jumped down another set, gliding himself with the Force; he landed softly at the bottom of the staircase. “Go, Nom!” yelled Bastilla.

He did not need telling twice; leaving the others behind him, he sped down a long hall to his left. To where, he knew that Revan was held. As he ran further, the hall became darker. Switching on his lightsaber, he followed the now purple-lit corridor down to the very end to a turbo-lift.

“How deep does this bloody thing go!” cursed Nom, as he entered, pressed the button to take him down to the lowest level, and waited.

What he saw when the turbo-lift doors open, was enough to drain his lungs out of all air, which left him out of breath, at the horrific scene at what he was witnessing.

I think it's terentatek? Are you going to reveal what happens to the other party members post-Malachor V?

hmm, maybe. Never know ;).

I might do little Shortie Fics about the other party members, after i finish this one. But i highly doubt it. But ... we're still yet to see ... heck, even im still yet to see.

I hope you do some Shorties Mr_BFA. This Fic is really good and your Shortie is also good. The Holiday one (Talk about a Vacation) doesn't really work for me though. Good Chapter as always Mr_BFA and I'm looking foward to more. Remember this member (http://www.lucasforums.com/member.php?userid=141565) who annoyed everyone in this Thread?

hehe, all righty;) oh yeah, just wanted to say that your writing really has improved as the story progresses!

hehe, all righty;) oh yeah, just wanted to say that your writing really has improved as the story progresses!

That I have to agree with. Mr_BFA just joined when he first posted this Fic.

lol, yeah i only did the one chapter for Talk About A Vacation, and i didn't even like it.
And yeah he was annoying, but havent seen him since, so it's been good! lol.

As i said, i might do some Shorties, but not sure. I wouldn't mind in doing a spin-off starring Nom Kavar. What he does after all this. Depends on how this story ends as well :D.

Thanks for your comments aswell people. And remember, any mistakes in: Spelling, Grammer, Puncuation, anything like that. Let me know :D:D

CHAPTER 17

Atrox bathed himself in the atrocious sunlight as he stepped out of his ship, walking down the small loading ramp. He sniffed the clean air as he caressed the hilt of his lightsaber. And he stared around taking in his surroundings.
The foliage spreading throughout the plains covered ancient relics of the kings of old. But what took Atrox’s notice was a large statue, which had been erected.
It looked proud and powerful, but also menacing. The eyes pierce the flesh of all those who look upon it, with a deep and dark passion.
With a sneer, Atrox unhitched his lightsaber from his belt, and ignited it. Lighting up his face with a look of pure evil. Walking towards the statue, Atrox raised the beam of energy and lunged in an upward motion, brought it across and striking through the solid rock, the head fell with a loud thud to the ground.

“You there!” came a raspy sort of voice, “How dare you desecrate the statue of our master,”

Turning around, Atrox seen a pair of Sith Lords walking towards, both had their Lightsabers already activated.

“Let me guess,” said Atrox in his deep, crackly voice, “You guys, are my welcoming committee?”

“No!” spat the Sith on the right, “We are, your death!”

They lunged through the air, but Atrox was already prepared for them. He brought his own saber up and blocked the oncoming attacks, bringing his other hand up, he constricted the chords within one of the Sith’s throat, whilst throwing the other one against the beheaded statue with an almost lazy flick of his hand; making him crash down onto the ground.

“Well, well,” said Atrox, “You were no one but your own deaths, so it seems, doesn’t it?”

“You may be able to kill us,” choked the Sith, “But our master will not be so easy,”

“We shall see,” Atrox said fiercely, “Now, say good-bye to your pathetic life,”
With that, he strengthened his grip on the Sith’s throat, and he felt the life force draining away. Once all was gone, he threw the body aside, and noticing movement to his right, he saw the other Sith, barely alive, but trying with all his might to raise to his feet.

“Not so fast,” Atrox mocked, “Your master would like a word with you,” he flicked his hand once more, and the large head made out of stone, flew across the ground crashed onto the top of the sith’s head, dropping him to the ground, killing him instantly.
Smiling, Atrox turned to face the large spec in the distance, which was the temple.

“Now, we shall have some fun. Her i come -,” but he was interrupted by a voice in his head.

‘No,” said a voice

“What?” said Atrox

“I said, no,” came the reply, “You are to stay here, until it is done. They will come to you, then you will bring them before me,”

“I have not travelled halfway across the galaxy, just to sit in the dark and wait for this moment!” snapped Atrox

Suddenly an immense pain erupted in his head, creating and explosion of anguish yells from Atrox, as he frantically tried to diminish the pain, dropping his lightsaber to the ground as he doubled over, pulling at his hair.

‘Go to the Ebon Hawk and wait there. In time, you will see, my young apprentice," The pain ceased in his head, and breathing heavily, Atrox stood back up to his full height.

“Fine,” is all he said. He hitched his lightsaber back to his belt and walked steadily, through the surrounding foliage and through the forest of old trees and ghosts that still tread there, on his way to the Ebon Hawk.

* * *

Nom stared in wonder and disbelief. Revan was trapped in the Force Cage, which was situated in the far corner of the room. While three Sith stood on the left and right of him, as the third one stood in front of him.
He could feel the pain emanating from Revan, as if it were his own.
Revan was kneeling in agony, as the three Sith sapped the will of the Force from him. The orangey substance emitting a bright light as it travelled from within the body of Revan, and out into the palm of the fellow Sith.
At the noise of the Turbo-lift doors opening, the three Sith lowered their palms, Revan looked up at Nom with a grim feature which was spread on his face; Nom not knowing whether it was a faint smile of relief or regret. The Sith turned fully around and faced Nom. Nom’s eyes flicking to each in turn.

“Did I come at a bad time?” said Nom, reaching for his lightsaber.

The middle sith raised his hand and the lightsaber shot out of Nom’s hand flew towards the Sith, but Nom raised his own hand and tried calling the lightsaber back to him; but that did was stop the saber in mid air, halfway between Nom and his enemy.

“Smart little one aren’t you,” sneered the Sith

“When will you idiots, stop calling me little one?” Nom replied agitated, “Your buddy said that to me before, and look at him now. Dead,”

“Enough,” said the Sith on the right, stepping forward. Hurry up and take care of him, while I continue with Revan,”

None, of you will be continue this little escapade of yours anyway. Because im not going to let you,” said Nom

“So naive,”

“No,” replied Nom, “Your just too stupid to realise something,”
Revan smiled in Nom’s direction and nodded.

“Oh? And what might that be?” asked the Sith

“That I am a Jedi, and you’re Sith,” said Nom simply.

“What?” snapped the Sith, confused, “What the hell, does that mean?”

“It means,” said Nom, replied, pulling back as hard as he could, as his lightsaber flew back towards his hand, and he ignited it, “The time of the Sith has ended. Now, prepare to pay for all the deaths you have caused,”

“I do not think so,” said the Sith, as he and the other two ignited their own Lightsabers.

“OK, you can do this,” Nom said to himself, “Let them come to you, the Force is my ally it will help me. Keep calm’

All three warriors surrounded Nom, bringing their Lightsabers above their head. The all attacked at once.

Nom ducked, parried one attack and brought his saber slashing across at the Sith’s side. Making him jump backwards, to avoid the parry. Nom seen through the Force, another attack directed at his back, he quickly tipped his hand downwards and he brought his lightsaber down to protect his back. He swiped his leg across hard and fast; he brought the sith to his knees. The next thing the sith knew was seeing a beam of light flash in front of him and proceeding through his chest, as his eyes closed and he saw no more.

The sith that were left yelled in anguish and rushed forward towards Nom. Using the Force to aide him, Nom leapt off his feet and produced a flip high enough so his feet brushed the ceiling, and he landed behind his enemies. Slashing one across the back of the knee’s and the other, a long cut down his back.

One sith fell, but the other, overcome with rage, went into a fury and started to swipe at Nom with everything he had. Lightsaber, along with his fists and feet.

Blocking most of the oncoming attacks, Nom was able to slice downwards, just before a red glow reached his stomach, and cutting across, he took the Sith’s fingers off, along with slicing the hilt in half; diminishing the red light.



As the Sith screamed in agony, Nom pierced him through the heart, silencing the undistinguishing babble. But to Nom’s notice, the other Sith was gone, and it was too late before he realised that the Sith did not run, but he had in fact moved along side the fight, and stalked behind Nom in the shadows. Nom quickly brought his lightsaber across, but he could not block the whole attack, as he felt considerable pain in the side of his gut; the acrid smell of burnt flesh filled his nostrils.

He gasped and fell to his knees as pain consumed all other thoughts. The Sith limped to in front of Nom, with gasps as he took every step. The backs of his knee making him cringe in pain, as the wound stretched.

“You have fought well, little one,” said the Sith admiringly, “I will give you that much honour,”

Nom fuelled himself with the Force as anger raged through his body; “How many times,” he whispered, “Have I told you, not to call me ‘little one’,”

He got to his feet, grabbing at his side; he noticed that all down his Robe was soaked with blood.

“And not only will I destroy you for annoying me with the continuous idiocy of you Sith, and slashing at my side,” Nom blinked, and said, “This was my only robe, and you’ve ruined it. That’s not very nice”

Nom quickly brought his palm up, facing towards the Sith and sneered, his eye’s glinting.

“Nom, no!” yelled Revan.

As Nom felt the rush of pure energy rush from all his body to the very edge of his fingertips, he produced the electricity, directing it at the surprised Sith. The room was filled with the piercing screams of the Sith as he rolled around in absolute pain and agony, the echoes of his screams bouncing from wall to wall. As soon as the screams stopped, Nom lowered his palm. He turned to Revan.

“Sorry, Revan,” he said weakly “I'm some Jedi, aren’t I?”

With that, he felt his eyelids close and he fell to the ground, as darkness took him. The last thing he saw was the door of the turbo-lift opening once more, and several figures running in. Some running to him as the others ran to Revan, before all consciousness left from his body.

Good Chapter and I'm looking foward to the next one, just so I can see who is after Revan.

Yay, more chapters, sorry I haven't been replying much.

They're good chapters, but you have one continuous spelling error. It's Bastila not Bastilla.

All in all, good chapters, keep it up.

@Pottise: Thanks, and i hope your enjoying the story, thus far.
@Akuma: Thanks for the correction. I think i remember you saying something about that before, and i went alright for a while, but then i just started to have the double 'L' in there again, lol. Anyway, thanks for the comment. Most appreciated.

Anyways, here's the next chapter. :D

CHAPTER 18

As Nom felt his consciousness return to him, he did not open his eyes. He did however; hear voices, concerned and angry voices.

“What do you mean, Revan?” came Bastila’s voice

“I mean,” said Revan, clearly extremely annoyed, “That he murdered that Sith. He used power, which was of the Dark Side. A power I only saw Malak use,”

“He used a Dark Side power!” said Mission, “But surely, he didn’t mean it, did he? I mean, why would he use the Dark Side when he is a Jedi?”

“Im not very sure anymore if I made the right choice in deciding to train him,” came Revan’s reply. Nom had had enough.

“I am a Jedi,” he said forcefully, opening his eyes. They were still in the prison chamber? How long had he been out for, and why haven’t they left yet? But he pushed those questions back for later and continued: “It was just a slip, and it will never happen again,”

“It was more than just a slip from what Revan has been telling us Nom. Even a slip can lead you to the Dark Side,” said Bastila, frowning at Nom

“Sure, and you would definitely know, wouldn’t you?” said Nom defiantly, “Did you tell him of your little slip? Even before we got into the temple?”

“What happened?” said Revan, concerned, looking towards Bastila.

“It can wait,” replied Bastila harshly, staring at Nom, “First we need to get out of the temple,”

Nom let out a small laugh “Yeah, that would be right wouldn’t it?” he said.

“Nom!” hissed Mission, “Why are you speaking like this?”

Nom blinked and looked at Mission. Suddenly, the anger swept from his body, causing him to fall to his knees and gasp.

“What is it?” asked Revan, rushing to his side and lifting him up.

“I – I’m not sure,” replied Nom. He turned to Bastila “I’m sorry for the things what I said. I don’t know why I said them; it was as if like … something had taken over me. It won’t happen again,” Looking around, he suddenly realised that not all of the company were present. “Where’s Jolee?” he asked

“We need to get out of here,” said Revan suddenly before Bastila could reply, “He’s coming”

“Jonas?” asked Bastila

“I feel him too,” whispered Visas

“Come! We are not yet strong enough to fight him,” said Revan, as he ran to the turbo lift doors.

“Wait,” said Nom, “That’s the way he’ll be coming from. We need to find some other way, to get out of here,”

“And how do you propose we do that?” said Atton, “In case you haven’t noticed, there are no other doors, or windows in the room,”

“We have Lightsabers,” Nom pointed out

“Yes,” agreed Atton, “But we’re also underground,”

“Ahh, well … this could be a problem,” said Nom.

The rest silently agreed with him, as they waited for the Turbo-lift doors to open.

* * *
Well, we’ve stalled long enough,” said Revan, “This is the only way to go, if we are to escape,” He ran to the turbo-lift, just as the doors opened.

With a gasp he stepped back; the rest ignited their Lightsabers, as the doors slid to the side.

“Jolee!” exclaimed Revan, “About bloody time you showed up old man!”

“Now, sonny. Don’t thank me yet, we’re still yet to get out of this hell hole,”

“Right,” said Revan, turning around to the others, he said: “Well, are you coming or not?”

They all rushed forwards and piled into the turbo-lift. It was a tight fit, but they all made it.

“Zaalbar, that better be your crossbow!” warned Carth

The rest laughed softly. The first real laugh they had shared for quite some time.

“Get ready,” said Revan, “We don’t know what will be on the other sides of these doors when they open,”

“I see you’ve got your lightsaber back,” said Nom

“Yeah, the fools left it in one of the security lockers, which mind you, was as easy as shooting a Krayt dragon at close range for Mission,” replied Revan

“Nice job,” said Nom, turning to Mission

“Thanks,” she said brightly

“Be on your guard, we’re almost there,” said Revan

They felt the turbo-lift shudder to a stop, and the doors slid open. Ready switch on his lightsaber, Nom quickly jumped out, followed by everyone else.
“Hmm … well this is weird,” he said, deactivating his lightsaber.

The hallway was empty. Only the echoes of their footsteps occupied the ends of the corridor.

“Indeed,” said Revan

“Well, let’s not waste time for people to actually come down here, lets go already!” said Atton

“Always on the move,” said Revan grimly, as they started to proceed down the corridor at a quickened pace.

* * *

They made it back up the stairs all right, but they came to a halt as they stopped in front of the blocked tunnel, which resulted from the powerful Force Wave they had induced earlier before.

“Looks like I missed out on something good,” said Revan as he stared around at the dead Sith that littered the flor around them.

“We’ll have enough time for jokes later Rev,” said Carth “For now, can we just concentrate on getting through this alive, please?”

They looked to the side, and noticed a flight of stairs led to a floor above. “This way,”
They ran up the stair and proceeded down the corridor. Noticing on the wall and floor that bricks had also fallen off from this side.

‘Wow, was the Force Wave really that powerful?’ Nom thought to himself.

They got to the end of the hallway and noticed another flight of steps, which led down to the floor they needed to be on. They bounded down the stair as fast as they could, and headed toward the open door.

Mission, Carth, Zaalbar, Jolee, Atton, Mira, and Visas all managed to get through the door, before somehow, it got slammed shut. Nom slammed against the door, and fell to the ground. Bastila stopped and nearly fell backwards, but Revan caught her, just before she hit the ground.
Suddenly there was a harsh laugh.

“You honestly didn’t think it would be that easy did you?” said Jonas, as he leapt from the second floor and landed in front of Revan, Bastila and Nom.

Jonas looked to Revan, Bastila and then his eyes settled on Nom.
“You, im most interested in. You managed to kill, my three most trusted, and powerful servants. Single-handedly,”
He nodded, “Impressive … Very impressive,”

“Let them go,” said Revan, “They have no part in this, it’s you and me. It’s always been between us. Even in during the Wars, you were always so cocky, and trying to surpass me, in both strength and intelligence,” he smiled, “And I should add, that you have failed miserably,”

“Fine,” said Jonas. He flicked his hand, and the doors opened back up, revealing a seriously concerned group of people.

“Jonas!” yelled Mira

Jonas looked behind Revan, to the group behind him and said:
“Ahh, yes. I see that you have brought some of my old servants. Yes, they were most useful,”

“You arrogant, son of a –,” but Mira was cut off, as Bastila, screamed furiously and lunged towards Jonas, both ends of her sabre-staff ignited.

“Bastila, no!” yelled Revan, but it was too late. Jonas was ready for the attack and laughed as she tried to hit him, but all attempts useless.

“Revan, take Nom and go!” she yelled, “He is the only way for us to save the Republic, I know it!”

“Bastila, I won’t leave you!” he yelled back.

She looked back towards him, as Jonas did a back flip and landed on top of the huge pile of rubble which poured out from the collapsed tunnel.

“You must,” is all she said. With that she gathered the Force, and used it to push both Revan and Nom through the giant doors, and close them again, before Revan could get back in,

The last thing Nom saw before the doors fully closed, was his master jump up and went to strike down at the Jedi Exile.

He looked down to the ground in disbelief, whilst Carth and Atton raced towards them, trying to get them up standing, as flashes of laser shots came raining down on top of them from the towers above.

Jonas is back. I like the Jedi Exile more than Revan and I always have. Anyway, another good Chapter and I hope Bastila can escape from Jonas' wrath.

great chapters! i cant wait to see more. not to mention what happens to nom. Keep writing, great fic so far

@Pottsie: yeah, i liked Exile more than Revan. (I liked TSL btter than KotOR)
Thanks to you as well, Darth Randus. All comments are most welcome and appreciated :D .

Anyway, here's another chapter (Man, im on a roll!). Ive also put in a little twist as well. I've did some research and im pretty sure it wont contradict with anything. So hope you all enjoy it.

CHAPTER 19

“C’mon!” yelled Carth as the laser bolts continued to spew down from the turrets, “Revan, we can save her later. Do you want to die here?”

That question awoke Revan’s dormant mind back to life, and he realised the situation he was in.
He jumped up and with a last glance at the temple; he turned and sprinted off with the rest of the group. Dodging shots here and there as they continued to rain down upon their heads, until finally they entered the trees and were a safe distance from the oncoming volleys.

“Do you think they will come after us?” panted Carth, when they finally stopped

Revan looked as if he took no notice of what Carth said; he was staring back in the direction from whence they came. Pondering in his head at what might be happening to Bastilla as they just stood there. Doing nothing.

“No,” he replied, vaguely, “At least, not yet anyway. They will wait until nightfall, when they have the element of surprise. That’s when we must fight them. Spring the trap on them. They wont know what hit ‘em, until it’s too late,”

“Listen, Revan,” said Nom; “I know you want to get Bastila back. We all do, it’s just the same for when we were going in there to get you we have to think about this. Come up with a proper formalized plan, then just going in there, slicing and dicing as we see fit!”

Revan looked at Nom, “What did you mean earlier?”

“What do you mean?” asked Nom, confused

“I mean, why did you say those things earlier, when we were in the holding room,”

“I told you Revan, I don’t know what came over me, I just -,”

“Not that,” said Revan, waving his hand impatiently, “I’m talking about Bastila’s ‘slip’. What did you mean by it?”

“Well,” started Nom. He wanted to make sure he put this into the right words, and not to make Revan angry, “It’s just, you should have seen her, Revan. It was as if, all thought of rationalization had diminished completely within Bastila’s eyes. The glint in her eyes was enough to make even a group of Terentaks think twice about trying to argue with her,”
“It was scary to think that something such as love could do that to a person. She activated her lightsaber when Carth tried to argue with her. I thought something was going to happen,”

“But thanks to you, Nom,” piped up Carth, “Nothing did happen, you and you alone were able to talk some sense into her,”

“I just,” Revan let out a yell, “Why did she do that? Why did she make us run? I could have stopped this there and then! What foolish thought, did she have!”

“I can tell you Revan,” said Carth. He looked down at Nom, “It’s you. She has a feeling. We all do. Your somethin’ special kid. She wants to keep you alive because you are the only hope for the Republic to survive,” he turned back to Revan laughed, “Sorry Rev, but it looks like you’ve got some competition in the ‘Saving the Galaxy’ department,”

Nom tried to suppress a smile, but it was too hard. He ached all over, his side had been healed by Revan when he was unconscious, but that didn’t stop it from hurting considerably.
Carth looked back at Nom, and seen that he was almost asleep where he was sitting.

“Rev, we need rest. Lets head back to the ship, have an hour or two rest. Then we will discuss on how to rescue Bastilla, OK?”

“Fine,” replied Revan, “I don’t need any rest, ive had enough for the past week. So I will scout around, see if there’s any Sith who need dealing with,”

“Please don’t do anything foolish,” said Carth, looking at Revan.

“Hey, it’s me!” said Revan, smiling mockingly.

“That’s what im afraid of,” muttered Carth


* * *


“The Hawk is just past this thick foliage here,” said Carth, “Its considerable hidden for the size and of which where it is,”

“What do you mean?” asked Revan

“You’ll see,” replied Carth

As they past through the thick trees, getting pricked and their robes getting torn in some places by large sharp nettles, they came to the Ebon Hawks ‘docking port’.

“OK, now I see what you mean,” said Revan, walking towards the edge of the large cliff, “This place really is hidden isn’t it?”

“Sure is,” said Carth, walking over to stand next to him.

“Wait,” said Revan, “its not that well hidden as you first may think,”

“What is it?” asked Carth

“Don’t move,” Revan warned, “There’s a presence to the left through the trees. Hiding its power considerably well, but still not enough,”

“Can you make it out, who it might be?”

Revan closed his eyes and tried to focus on the identity of the mysterious presence. But he opened his eyes back up.

“No,” he said grimly, “I’ve never felt such a thing before. Such a powerful wave of energy pulsates from it. It’s overwhelming,”

“We need to get rid of him, or her, whoever it is quickly. Before they get rid of us,” said Carth

“Don’t worry Carth, my old friend,” replied Revan, looking up at Carth, “I’m here, remember?”
“Tell me why that does not comfort me,” said Carth smiling

“Let’s go back to the Hawk,” said Revan, “I’ll take care of our visitor,”

“Fair enough,” replied Carth

They walked back to the ship and told the rest of the group of the onlooker.

“That funny, I didn’t even sense him,” said Nom, quietly

“He’s hiding his power considerably well,” said Revan, “And he has intentions. Serious one’s,”

“Well, what are we going to do?” asked Mira

“I’ll take care of it,” assured Revan, unhitching his lightsaber.

“We’re over here if you need help,” said Nom, smiling, “In case you get … too tired. You know, because of your age and all,’

“Oh, you’re a funny one aren’t you?” Revan replied, pretending to be insulted. He wasn’t that old.

Walking over to the space between the Ebon Hawk and the cliff, Revan pretended to go over to the cliff, but he stopped and said: “You can come out now, whoever you are,”

Hearing the rustles of leaves and breaking twigs, Revan looked to the side to see the newcomer. And what he saw, made he’s his insides squirm in disgust.

The persons face as mangled. Half of his nose had been sliced off, there were large scars across his cheeks, and the whites of ones of his eyes were not white at all, but yellow.
The person, if it could be called that, smiled, revealing several jagged teeth.

“Jeeze, what happened to you?” asked Revan

“Sometimes, sacrifices have to be made in order to achieve the things what you want.”

“And let me guess,” said Revan, “That would be power?”

“Cant have too much power, “ replied the stranger.

“So, let me get this going then,” started Revan, “Are you here to kill us, or not?”
A sneer started to ripple itself across the strangers face.

“Why, yes. Yes, I am,” he said

“Hmm … Thought so, “ said Revan.
He ignited his lightsaber, gathered the Force underneath his feet and lunged himself through the air to land in front of the stranger. Bringing his lightsaber down in a slashing movement, but the stranger parried it and jumped to the side, bringing his own so it would slash at Revan’s head.
Revan ducked, and pushed a power Force Wave into the strangers gut, throwing him backwards ten feet.

“I never got the pleasure of knowing your name,” said Revan

“My name, is Darth Atrox.” He replied, before lunging towards Revan, lightsaber heading straight towards his chest.
Spinning, Revan evaded the attack, kicked Atrox’s legs out from under him, so it made him crash to the ground with a grunt.

“Enough?” asked Revan.

“Hmph,” is all the stranger said, as he leant back, kicked Revan in the chest with the bottom of his feet, then he kicked himself back up from the ground, back into a fighting stance.

“Impressive,” said Revan

“You’ll’ find I’m full of surprises,” Atrox said.
Revan raised an eyebrow, “Can’t wait,” he said sarcastically.

Atrox yelled in anger and sprinted towards Revan, pulling out a quarter length saber as he went.

Surprised by the sudden appearance of the new weapon, Revan missed blocking the second stab to his leg, and fell to the ground in pain. Victorious, Atrox lowered his lightsaber to Revan’s throat.

“It’s funny,” he whispered, “You were just as I expected Revan. Weak, withering … Dieing.”

A sudden surge of power streamed throughout Revan’s body and exploded. Creating an avalanche of air proceeding from his body, pushing Atrox away just enough for Revan to get the opportunity to get himself back up.

“And, now you can see, ‘Darth’ Atrox … I am full of surprises.”

“Excellent.” Said Atrox.


* * *


“Do you think he needs help?” asked Atton

“No,” said Nom. Carth agreed.

“When we all we fighting, all those years back. We had certain energy, an energy that could sustain us even for the longest for battles. Enough to keep us going, until our opponents wore out, but not we just kept on going, no matter what.
“But I’m afraid, even if most of us don’t want to admit it (I certainly don’t) but we have all lost some of the energetic selves we used to be. But ... I think Revan has found that again, and whatever he may think, or what we may think. Nothing can take that away from him, now,”

The others looked on as Carth concentrated on Revan. After all these years, he has finally been able to talk to him again. He felt, in himself that everybody who had been on the Ebon Hawk on its voyage to find the Star Forge, had created a certain bond between them all. And without Revan, that bond was just not complete.
But now that Revan was with them again, he still did not feel that that bond had resurfaced at all yet. Whether it being too long since any of them had seen Revan to even remember him as the saviour of the galaxy, or whether it was because of Revan himself; separating himself from the group and cutting the bond into threads of uncertainty.

“You alright, Carth?” asked Nom

“Yeah, im fine,” he replied, not taking his eyes away from the battle, “Im fine,”

Nom didn’t look away from Carth straight away, wanting to know what he was thinking, but he did not even want to know the results of what would happen if he were to probe Carth’s mind.
So he withdrew that thought immediately and he himself, looked towards the fight that was commencing.

* * *

“I don’t think Revan can keep this up much longer,” said Atton, leaning over to talk to Mira, so no one else would hear.

“Didn’t you hear what Carth said, laser brain?” said Mira irritably, unable to tear her eyes away from Revan. “Just look at him fight! It’s more like a dance if you ask me, the way he gracefully swings his lightsaber to block ever oncoming attack from this Darth Atrox, it’s compelling,”

“Your weird, you know that?” said Atton, turning away looking out towards the trees of the forest.


* * *


“So, Revan. You power has grown since the last time we met,” said Atrox.

“I don’t remember ever being acquainted with you,” said Revan.

“I thought you wouldn’t, it’s been a long time ago since we first met,” Atrox replied with a sneer.

“Well, enlighten me.” Said Revan, “Who are you exactly?”

“I was in the Mandalorian Wars, under your command. At that last battle at Malachor V, when you sent us to our deaths. But you failed with me, Revan. I saw through your intentions and retreated back to my ship and took off. I saw and felt all the deaths that you had caused from the sky,”

“I took off into space and went to return to my home. But when I got there, did you know what I found?” when Revan shook his head, Atrox continued,

“Nothing. Nothing at all, as my home was destroyed. And did you know that I found out who destroyed my home? It was you. You destroyed my home, my life, and my family. My mother and father are gone, my wife is lost and I cannot find my son. As far as I looked upon that planet, I could not find him. That was seventeen years ago, however I have never stopped searching. And nor will I stop searching until I find him.”

“I’m sorry for your loss-,” started Revan, but was cut off by a shriek of laughter from Atrox.

“No your not! I know you are not, don’t lie to me.” He said, as his eyes filled with hate and disgust. “You are the reason I have lost everything in my life, and the one reason that I will gain enough satisfaction to fill my life again. For when I kill you.”

“Your words are full of hatred and pain,” replied Revan, “But don’t live like this.”

“Ready to die, Revan?” asked Atrox, getting adjusting himself in a fighting stance.

Revan sighed and re-ignited his saber, “I was born ready.” is all he said, as they lunged at each other at the same time. Aiming to kill.

Surprised? Sort of. It used to be a lot more surprising the first time with Luke and Vader. Anyway, good Chapter and I'm looking foward to more. I also prefer TSL to KOTOR.

Thanks once again Pottsie, here's just a question though.

Do you think i should go along with a storyline as Atrox as Revan's brother, or just continue to write a more informative storyline with rescuing Bastila and defeating the Unknown threat?

I'm asking because, i would like to write to the readers satisfactions and just to my own. So what do you think?