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With those words, Revan drew his lightsaber and slashed at the seated Reika. His yellow blade cut through the hover chair causing the two halves to collapse onto the floor, but missed Reika, who had already, through the aid of the force, leaped clear of the seat and drawn a long slender silver handled lightsaber and ignited it’s deep fuschia blade. He landed about three feet away from Revan and swung around to face him. Revan then turned to face his opponent and let loose a strong volley of force lightning. With one outstretched hand, Reika deflected the lighting, which ricocheted into the walls, causing plaster and rubble to fall from the ceiling. Reika in turn, cast a volley of force lightning at Revan, who held up his yellow blade to absorb the attack. Wasting no time, Reika called upon the force to hurl the remnants of his hover chair at Revan. With a powerful force crush, he destroyed the approaching projectile in mid-air but then Reika was on top of him.

Reika’s purple blade arced gracefully through the air as it slashed at Revan from up high and was met by the latter’s yellow saber. Parrying the attack, Revan went on the offensive, slashing at Reika from the right, then the left, then from below, then a thrust to the chest. Reika though, countered Revan’s blows and force pushed him back halfway across the room. Then, propelling himself through the air, Reika once again began his attack. This time a series of rapid fire slashes; left, right, left, right, up, diagonal up, diagonal down, low sweep, upward sweep, finally a spinning kick connected to boot Revan out onto the awning. With the wind temporarily knocked out of him, Revan was able to retreat halfway up the staircase before Reika could begin his attack again.

Now outside, the hiss and clash of their lightsabers echoed all around them. Revan, after regaining his breath, flipped over Reika, regaining the offensive, but surrendering the high ground. The two fought all the way up the rest of the staircase before reaching the flat ground of the turret top. Breaking apart, they each retreated a slight ways till there was about 10 feet of space between them. They then began to walk a circle, each stalking the other, waiting for the opportunity to strike. Simultaneously they both cast force lightning, and the two volleys intertwined and stalemated the other. Both men continued to circle each other; all the while continuing their attempts to overpower the other’s lightning and break through. At exactly the same moment, the two men broke off their force attack; with one bolt striking Revan in the chest and another striking Reika on the upper arm.

“You fight well, for a jedi,” Reika commented, slightly out of breath.

“You’re no slouch yourself,” Revan said, wincing slightly from the effects of the force lightning.

“This fighting is pointless,” Reika said, “we should be working together not trying to kill each other.”

“I would rather be dead than work with the likes of you,” Revan said and lunged at Reika saber blazing to continue the onslaught.

Back on Dantooine.

“It’s been a long time…. Revan should’ve been back by now,” Telia said over the comlink to Atton and Canderous, “something must have gone wrong.”

“I know it’s hard waiting Telia,” Canderous said, “but it’s all we can do.”

“Speaking of which,” Telia said, “has anybody seen Bastila?”

Back aboard the Ebon Haw, a solitary female figure checks to see if the coast is clear. Verifying the absence of anyone else there, Bastila Shan slowly moves from her hiding place.

“Looks like I made it without being noticed,” she said, dusting off her jedi robes.

“Almost,” calls a snarling voice right behind her.

Bastila whirled around to see a muscular well-built Taung in full body armor staring her in the face.

“Who are you!?!” Bastila screamed.

“I am Darth Cyvan,” the Taung said, “and you are about to die.”

In one single motion Cyvan raised his hand and crushed Bastila’s lightsaber, leaving her without arms.
Bastila fell, and Cyvan delivered a boot to her gut, kicking down the ship’s entrance ramp.
Coughing up blood, Bastila staggered to her feet and attempted to force push Darth Cyvan away from her. The attack was weak, and did little more than create a small delay in his charge towards her. Abandoning hope of mounting an offensive, Bastila ran for her life away from her approaching assailant. Without thinking, she used the force to hurl anything she could find at Darth Cyvan in an attempt to slow him down.

However, Darth Cyvan would not be deterred from his bloodthirsty attack. He eventually caught up with her. A strong right punch to the side of the face knocked Bastila down once again. Darth Cyvan then held her head in both of his hands, and slammed it into his armored knee, breaking her nose and spilling her blood. He then proceeded to drill the same knee into her stomach and chest multiple times, causing Bastila to moan and cough up blood. As a last ditch effort, Bastila summoned the force to take the lightsaber hanging from Darth Cyvan’s waist and succeeded. Igniting the red blade, Bastila swung at Darth Cyvan, who had already taken out another lightsaber from inside his armor. The two red sabers clashed and Bastila began her attack. She poured her heart, her soul, her everything into her assault, managing to score several hits on Darth Cyvan’s armor.

Cursing her, Darth Cyvan discarded his armor and re-doubled his efforts to subdue Bastila. With his armor off, Bastila stood no chance. Her reserves exhausted, and his energy renewed the fight turned back the other way as the sith lord hammered her viciously, forcing her once again to retreat. The two made their way through the castle, Bastila barely defending herself adequately, Darth Cyvan relentlessly pressing his attack.

Meanwhile, the fight between Lord Reika and Revan had moved down from the turret and into the main castle. Revan, sensing that there was something wrong, realized that he could not fully concentrate on fighting Reika until he had investigated this disturbance. Content to sit on the defensive, Revan countered and blocked Reika’s attacks, without bothering to attempt to regain the offensive. Soon, they found themselves in the hangar bay, where many ships of varying sizes lay docked. The two jumped from ship to ship, never ceasing their fight. Eventually, they made their way onto one of the many catwalks that ran around the hangar. Confined to such a short space, the two men’s attacks became wilder and yet somehow more precise. Soon their blades became nothing more than purple and yellow blurs constantly colliding at all different angles. Down below, Darth Cyvan, unbeknownst to Revan, had pushed Bastila into the hangar and was attacking her with ferocity yet unseen from the sith lord. He became less concerned about fighting and more concerned with hurting Bastila. He cut and slashed at her, creating wounds all over her body. And somewhere in her screaming and crying, Revan finally became aware that she was there.

“Revan,” she shrieked, “Revan help me!”

“Enough toying around,” Reika said, “Darth Cyvan, kill her.”

Upon hearing this, Cyvan kicked his lightsaber out of Bastila’s had and plunged his twin red blades into Bastila’s chest.

“You bastard,” Revan screamed at Cyvan, a pained guttural scream, amplified by the force.

“Never take your eye off the opponent,” Reika laughed coldly as he sent a blast of pure force destruction at Revan who never saw the attack coming until the last minute. It destroyed the catwalk, caused major damage and burns to the area and Revan as well as scarring the left side of Revan’s face. The force of the blast hurled him against one of the docked ships. Battered, defeated, Revan slowly made his way to his feet. On the other side of the room, he could faintly hear Reika saying,

“I grow tired of this place. Come Cyvan, it is time for us to depart.”

Then Lord Reika held out both of his hands and concentrated. His whole body seemed to tense up and then before him, things started to distort. Everything near was pulled inward and began to spin. Matter slowly dissolved and gave way to a small portal roughly as tall as Reika and slightly wider. Without looking back, both master and apprentice stepped into the vortex and were immediately gone from sight. Cursing himself, cursing the two men, and cursing this whole ordeal, Revan slowly made his way over to Bastila’s dead body. Holding her in his arms, and swearing to exact his revenge upon both Darth Cyvan and Lord Reika, Revan got up and carried her out of the castle and into the Ebon Hawk with the aid of the force. Once aboard the ship, he set course for Dantooine, and as the ship left the atmosphere and made the jump to hyperspace Revan put his head down and cried, burying his head and his tears in Bastila’s chest, which would never rise again.

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