The Final Battle: Confrontation With Malak
Author’s Notes: I toned down the swearing on the request of Pheeramae. However, in its place is more carnage, violence, and gooey moments. Enjoy.
A few weeks had gone by. No one could believe what had happened, especially Mission. Carth held close to his anger towards Ravenstrike. He wanted to make em both pay. Arden couldn’t quite get a grip on reality. He was soon lost within his own mind. Bastila stopped talking. Norris and Atton stayed away on the Citadel Station for long hours. The droids talked about torture techniques. Mira and Mical were, surprisingly, growing closer together, even coming close to kissing. Mandalore trained with Bao-Dur for hours at a time. The group seemed to be growing further apart.
Malak’s plan had worked. He knew this, as he saw the product of his actions through the Force. Ravenstrike became vicious and bloodthirsty, not knowing the difference between enemy or ally, excluding his Master. He had grown a tendency to stab himself in the leg whenever he saw or sensed emotions like love and affection. When asked by Malak why he did this, he replied, “Because love is weak, and it does not make me feel good. I get a pit in my stomach at the mere thought of it.” Deep within his shelled heart, he still felt love, but it was growing dimmer and dimmer by the day.
Finally, someone decided that they had had enough of not doing anything. That person was the usually peaceful Bao-Dur. He was displaying an angry side that no one had seen before. “If we just got up and something, we’d be out of this damn mess!” These words somehow restored Revan’s sanity, as his eyes no longer shifted like a Rodian trying to be sneaky with smuggling spice across a big, enforcement-patrolled area. “I agree with him.” Arden said, also gaining his real voice back. For the past few weeks, it had been quite gravelly and harsh. “I agree, too. This whole not doing anything has made me want to fight so badly.” Mandalore added. “Statement: I wish to facilitate in some…’negotiating’, Master!” HK-47 told Arden proudly. Soon, everyone agreed, as Bastila had begun talking again when Arden returned to normal. Soon, they had formulated a plan.
Aboard Malak’s ship, both he and Ravenstrike sensed the coming battle. They sensed it too late, however. The hangar had been stormed with a Republic warship. Sending modified escape pods in with them, Mandalore, Norris, Atton, Mission, Mira, Mical, Arden, Bastila, and HK-47 boarded the Sith ship. They destroyed any Sith opposition in sight. Suddenly, they entered a room filled with many Dark Jedi. Using Force Wave, Bastila sent everyone but HK-47 flying into the next room. The door closed, and the sounds of blasters and sabers could be heard. A group of Sith soldiers was in this room. Mandalore told the others, “I’ll take these guys out on my own. You hurry ahead. Find Malak and Ravenstrike!” They did so, letting the door close behind them. In the next room, two familiar faces waited: Azreth and Aurora. Mical ignited his double-bladed purple saber and Mira her dual orange sabers. Atton, Norris, Mission, and Arden continued into the next room. In here, they found none other than Darth Sion. “This battle’s mine.” This came from Atton, whose dual yellow sabers were ignited. The last three in the group continued on into the bridge area, where the main two opponents waited.
Ravenstrike’s very appearance frightened Mission. She knew that this was not the person she loved, but the darkness that had taken him. Norris and Arden headed to face Malak, while Mission was left to face Ravenstrike. Before going mad for a few weeks, Arden had showed her how to use a lightsaber. She now needed those skills. She drew her single green saber. Ravenstrike drew his dual black sabers and ignited them instantly. He was itching for a fight. Mission ignited hers hesitantly. “Now,” Ravenstrike said with and evil voice, “we shall dance the dance of battle!” They rushed at each other, and started the battle. They were nearly face to face, and Mission could see the courrption that had taken him: His eyes were now pitch black, his teeth more like a krayt dragon’s fangs, and his skin had a light gray tone. “What happened to you?” she asked him, terrified. “Power.” That was his simple response.
The battle lasted for quite a few minutes. Then, the sound of death rang in Ravenstrike’s ears. His Master had been slain. This distracted Mission enough so that she could stab him in the stomach. It was a damaging stab, at that. Mission couldn’t stand to see the look of pain in his eyes, and so turned away until the look had passed.
She then kneeled by his side, tears welling up. “Oh, Ravenstrike. Why did this have to happen?” “I…don’t know…but…you should…g-get out…be-before I set the…ship detonation timer.” Mission’s stomach sank when he said that, because she knew what this meant. “There has to be another way! There always is!” she cried. Ravenstrike shook his head slowly and solemnly. “Not this time, Mission. Now, hurry! Get out of here!” She grabbed his head and kissed him on the lips. It lasted for a full minute. Then, looking sad and despaired, she left the room with Arden and Norris.
They then gathered the rest of the group that had joined them. Atton had sustained little injury. They had quite a surprise in the next room, however. On the ground, Mical was sitting with Mira’s head in his lap, stroking her hair. “She…did not survive the fight. Azreth killed her with his final, dying attack. She died instantly.” He kissed her cheek gently. “She fought valiantly. This I shall not forget.” He put her lifeless body over his shoulder and proceeded into the next room with the rest of the group. The bodies of the Sith soldiers littered the floor. Mandalore stepped out from in the corner. “These guys were pushovers. I killed them only thirty seconds after you went into the next room.” He then saw Mira’s body, and gave a salute and said a few words. “She fought bravely, I’m sure.” They all went into the first room. Blood was spattered everywhere. Carbon scoring stained the walls. Bastila stood covered in blood, both hers and that of the Dark Jedi. HK-47 had only his left hand cut off, but other than that, he was fine. They proceeded back to the hangar, boarding the escape pods, leaving only Mira’s behind. No sooner had they boarded the ship and flew away as quickly as possible that they heard the ship, where two brave allies had been lost, explode.
“So…I’m guessing not all went as planned?” Carth asked. Nobody needed to answer. He saw the answer. “Quite an exhilirating battle, it was!” Atton said. Mission sat in one of the seats in the corner crying. She couldn’t believe that she had just lost the one she loved. “What happened with Ravenstrike?” Bao-Dur asked. “Did you kill him?” Arden replied, “Yeah, but Mission’s the one who wounded him. He self-destructed the ship. I was disappointed with Malak. He was a pushover!” “Statement: Master,” HK-47 interjected, “I am detecting…another individual aboard the ship. It could be either friend or hostile. I hope it is hostile, for I wish to blast it.” “H-Hope you guys…ain’t counting me out yet!” came a voice familiar to all. Miraculously, Ravenstrike had escaped the explosion. Mission immediately stopped crying and ran up to him. He embraced her tight. “Thought you had lost me back there?” he whispered to her. She replied, “Yes, I did. But, let’s not brood on that.” Mical looked down in sadness. Ravenstrike noticed it first and said, “I’ll get her back.” Letting go of Mission, he used Force Heal on himself, healing his stomach wound. He then stepped up to Mira’s body. Then, instead of a yellow light pulsing from his hand, it was a blinding white light. This lasted for a few seconds, then it stopped. He retracted his palm. Mira’s eyes opened slowly. Mical ran to her and hugged her. The moment was sentimental and gooey: The couples of Arden and Bastila and Norris and Atton shared a kiss. Mission and Ravenstrike embraced one another. The mood was happy all around. They returned to Carth’s humble abode, too tired to party.
Two months later, the two engaged couples were married simultaneously. There was joy all around the festivities that day. For now, the heroes could rest easy. The battle they had just won had been the biggest one yet, but there was no evil threatening the Galaxy for now. Mical and Mira let go of their feelings for each other. They decided that their love just wasn’t meant to be. But, differences aside, they remained great friends. All was happy in the Galaxy for them…for now.
YOU HAVE FINISHED READING THE RAVENSTRIKE SERIES. WHAT’S COMING NEXT, YOU MIGHT ASK? YOU’LL SEE IN DUE TIME. BUT UNTIL THEN, I HOPE YOU HAVE ENJOYED THIS SERIES!
Thanks for ‘toneing down the language’. IT WAS GREAT!!!!!!
Was it, like, an edge-of-your-seat kind of story, or just great? Either one, I appreciate.
Oh, and what did you think of some the events? Like, what was sad, what was angry, etc.
I loved it!!!!
It was both, great and edge of the seat. I wish Mical and Mira got together.
Ravenstrikes cool bring-someone-back power’s cool.
Wow, I can’t imagine Mission witha lightsaber.