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"I can not help but wonder Revan, what would have happened had our positions been reversed…What if fate had decreed I would be captured by the Jedi?" -Malak
Summary: What if the Jedi did not only plan to capture Revan, but Malak too? What if Revan escaped, but Malak didn't? Just what exactly would have happened?
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Prologue/Chapter 1: Change in Destinies
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"Malak." The voice boomed loudly over the intercom aboard his ship, The Leviathan. He had no choice but to respond.
"Yes Master?"
"If you fail me again, I will kill you." His Master threatened, tone deadly, emphasizing his anger. "Your friendship with me as a Jedi means nothing. Do you understand? Friend or not, you will suffer the consequences, as do all Sith who fail me."
He could feel the ferocity of his Master's anger through the strength of the Force, even though the two ships were miles apart.
"Do I make myself clear Malak?"
Malak nodded, looking down at his feet.
"Yes, Revan…" He muttered softly through clenched teeth.
It hadn't even been a second after the words had left him when suddenly he couldn't breathe. He was lifted up a few feet from the ground, thrashing helplessly as the rest of his crew did nothing but watch silently.
"What was that Malak?" Revan snarled. "What did you call me?"
Malak knew at once what he had done.
"Ma…Mas…" He tried to respond, but Revan's grasp on him tightened even more. He couldn't help but think that Revan was going to kill him, now, at that very moment…
Was his life really that insignificant to that Sith bastard?
"Ma…Mas…ter." Malak finally managed to choke out, just before the darkness threatened to overtake him. The invisible death grip around his neck lessened slightly and he was able to spit out a weak "Master." Before the grip around his neck was finally released completely, his subordinates watching quietly as he fell down onto the floors of the ship, hard.
"Good, never forget it Malak," Revan's sneering voice boomed through the amplifier. "You are weak, trivial. You shall forever be the lowly apprentice, and I your Master. It would do you good to keep that in mind the next time you speak to me."
Malak said nothing as he heard the click of the com-link, severing the connection between the two ships.
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His hatred for his former ally and friend burned with a great fury. Slowly, he stood up rubbing his sore neck slightly. He felt fear, anger, humiliation and hatred. It wasn't fair; Revan was always better than him, stronger than him…
Even as Jedi.
He let his emotions get the best of him.
He looked to his left and used Force lighting on the closest Sith next to him, emitting all his hatred and anger on the unwary guard.
The unsuspecting solider yelled with pain, screaming, before finally going quite after a few minutes. The soldier's limp body landed with a loud thud on the floor of the now quite Bridge.
All eyes now on him, feared which one of them was next to feel his fury…
Panting with adrenaline from the rush of a fresh kill, his eyes burned bright yellow. Oh how he loved the screams of his men as they died un-expectantly from his wrath, he loved the feeling of power and the smell of fear…
He was going to become stronger, better then all the Sith…better then Revan.
Soon, the cowering body, shaking from fear on the floor wouldn't be another one of his miserable soldiers; it would be the Sith Lord himself.
Soon…
He turned around suddenly, startling his first in command, Saul Karath.
"Mas…Master, I…" Saul's eyes involuntarily fell to the ground, eyes wide, staring directly at the dead Sith lying on the floor.
He couldn't speak.
Malak could feel the fear emanating off the fool and a small smirk formed around his lips.
At least I can still strike fear into the hearts of common men…
"Si…Sir?" Saul tried to speak once again. "Di…did you…?"
The poor man's voice trailed off as his mind was paralyzed with fear.
Malak glared at him. "Clean that up will you?" He ordered, and returned back to his thoughts.
He had no time to be dealing with idiots when he had bigger things to worry about.
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"No…" Malak thought, his mental walls firmly built up, protecting his thoughts from his Mast-no, from Revan.
He refused to be weak…
"I will kill him…" He thought bitterly. "And when I do, I will be Lord Malak, Master of the Sith, not Revan."
He grinned evilly.
He was going to bring Revan's empire down before the dark lord's very own eyes, and the Jedi were going to help him…
Yes, they were…even if they didn't know it.
Malak laughed silently to himself. "Those fools don't even know that I have learned of their pathetic plans."
He had slashed through the droid with his very own lightsaber, finally discarding the trigger-happy HK assassin droid, which had belonged to Revan, into the deep deserted sands of Tantooine. No one would be able to find it, not even the Sith lord himself.
Now he alone knew the crucial information concerning the plans of the Jedi, the information that the droid had been sent to find, information so crucial that it would even mean the very survival of Revan.
He was the only one that knew the Jedi were planning to attack Revan, to capture the Dark lord, and he couldn't care less.
"It will be the greatest day in history, the day that Malak, Lord of the Sith defeated Revan, and the Jedi in one single display of power." He laughed maniacally.
With Revan out of the way, there would be no other to stand against his power. "Yes…those fools should be on their way right now."
He looked out the window of his ship and allowed his gaze to drift upon The BladeRunner off in the far distance. It was the ship that Revan was currently aboard, the very same ship that would be under the attack of over thirty Jedi within the very next hour or so.
He smiled brightly within. "Yes, it won't be long now…"
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He had been waiting quietly, staring out into the vast region of space, allowing the darkness to absorb the thoughts and worries that had plagued his mind for so long, letting it free himself from all doubt.
Revan's reign was going to fall.
He was sure of it.
Suddenly, the alarms blared, snapping him quickly out of his thoughts.
"What's happening?" He demanded, grabbing Saul by the throat, startling him. "Tell me!"
"The…we've…we've just been boarded by Republic soldiers!" Saul exclaimed stuttering, trying to breathe. "We're…we're…under…attack!" He managed to choke out.
Malak glared, fury exploding within him as he threw the Admiral to the ground, releasing his firm grasp on him.
The frightened Admiral said nothing as he scrambled up to join the battle that was slowly breaking out around the ship.
"Either that," Malak thought, "Or he's escaping to the nearest escape pod he can find…" He scoffed with disgust. "The coward."
He turned his thoughts to more important things, like how the Jedi came to be attacking him, and not Revan…
Realization suddenly dawned upon him.
"Revan!" He gasped. "Of course…" He groaned with loathing. "How could I have not seen it?"
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Revan laughed out loud from where he was aboard The BladeRunner.
"So that fool as finally figured it out!" He exclaimed as even more Jedi were boarding his own ship, preparing to capture him. "He fell for my trap…" He grinned evilly behind his dark mask. "Did he really believe that the Jedi were only planning to captureme?"
It was at the expense of his favorite assassin droid, but it was well worth it. His droid had given Malak false information, and his fool of an apprentice fell for it, just as he knew he would. The Jedi were not only here to capture him, but Malak as well. It was the perfect plan to draw Malak's treachery out of hiding. A test of his loyalty, but Malak had failed…miserably.
So now his apprentice had to suffer the consequences.
He was more then strong enough to handle the Jedi, but Malak on the other hand was a different story.
He was going to get rid of Malak the easy way. That son of a Sith wasn't even worth the honor of his blade, the Jedi would be able to take care of him.
"So Malak," He sent his message through their master and apprentice Force bond. "How does it feel to be betrayed?"
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Malak was furious as he slashed through the last of wave of scattered Republic soldiers, he could hear the igniting of lightsabers, and the sound of them clashing with his own dark Jedi…
The Jedi were coming for him.
"Revan…I swear it to you that I shall have my revenge!" Malak shouted, responding through the Force as he ran to the ship's controls, lifted his arm up, and brought it down on the fire button as a last desperate attempt to destroy his former friend, ally, and Master as he heard the Jedi break through the door, their lightsabers ignited, ready to take him.
His hand never even got within an inch of the button, for it veered and went directly to his throat. Revan was Force choking him, and it didn't seem like he was letting go anytime soon.
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Revan grinned evilly, couldn't let that ingrate do that now could he? His ship wouldn't have been able to withstand the Jedi's attack let alone The Levitation's combined attack. His grip tightened even more as he began to feel the life slipping from his former apprentice.
"Just a few more seconds…" He thought, grinning. Suddenly, the doors opened and three Jedi entered. "The dark Jedi will be able to handle them," He thought as he heard the clashes of battle behind him. "This is more important."
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Malak couldn't breathe. He could feel himself weakening. He looked at the door through the corner of his eyes just as the first Jedi came through it. "So this is the end…" He thought with great bitterness. "Revan's won."
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"You cannot win Revan!"
That snapped Revan out of his concentration, his death grip on Malak loosened and he could feel the life coming back to his old apprentice. "Damn…" He sighed.
The Jedi that broke his concentration would pay dearly.
"Oh well, I'll just destroy him the easy way." He smiled. He used his strength in the Force to burrow deep into Malak's mind and severely damaged it, making him practically brain dead. Revan smiled as he felt Malak's connection with the force come to an abrupt halt.
True he hadn't exactly killed him, but to Revan, giving him to the Jedi like that was just as good as killing the traitorous bastard.
He turned around, his complete and utter attention focused on the last Jedi left on the bridge with him.
So this was the Jedi that had caused so much trouble…of course, it didn't surprise him after realizing whom it was.
Bastila Shan.
The Republic's "secret weapon" that would be able to stop him.
"How pathetic." He thought as he watched the girl before him order him to stand down once more. "Leaving the Republic's fate in a child's hands. They're even weaker then I thought..."
He said nothing, but simply ignited his crimson blade in response to her orders.
"You cannot win Revan!" Bastila repeated, her voice sounding strong and determined, her own yellow double-sided lightsaber ignited within her hands.
"Force she is a pretty thing…" He thought. "And so strong in the Force…"
He smirked evilly behind his mask; his golden eyes flickered with amusement.
"I do need a new apprentice…" He thought, as he swung at her, careful not to give her any... lasting damage.
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Their battle raged on, an occasional well thought out swing snipping the side of his arms. "She is strong indeed…" He smiled as he blocked another attack.
He could feel the young padawan trying to use her Battle Meditation technique, but he knew in order for it to work, she would have to be focused and replenished in the Force, both of which she was clearly lacking.
"With my help, she shall certainly become my greatest weapon against the Republic and Jedi Council alike."
He could feel her strength weakening, and with a perfectly executed force push, her head landed on the side of the ship, knocking her unconscious. "Good." He smiled as he bent over her, inspecting her injuries. "Nothing too bad…"
He picked her up and took her to the Medical bay on the ship and locked her to one of the beds. "It's going to be interesting when she wakes up…" Revan snickered behind his mask as he watched the young girl intently.
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"How is he?" Master Vandar asked.
"He's stabilized for now." The Healer replied. "We've managed to restore him fully, his wounds have been completely healed."
The Jedi Master could sense that there was more. He gave the young Healer a slight nod, encouraging him to continue.
The Healer sighed sadly; a solemn look fell upon his face.
"Masters, while it's true that he is physically healed, I'm afraid that there's little that I can do with his mind…."
He turned his gaze upon Master Vrook.
"I've done everything in my ability…I'm sorry there's nothing else that I can do." He bowed and walked out of the Medical Bay, leaving the Jedi Masters alone with the injured Malak.
"Revan certainly has fallen far…" Master Vrook commented, remembering a time when the two friends shared everything together. "To have done such a horrendous thing to Malak."
"There had been a time where the two were as close as brothers…" Vandar sighed and looked toward the unconscious Sith lying on the medical bed. "Should we restore his mind then?" he asked.
"And have a Sith lord bent on vengeance running around Dantooine, plotting revenge against Revan?" Master Dorak asked. "We cannot."
"What do you propose then?" Vandar asked. "We should simply leave him like that?"
Master Vrook spoke up. "No, there is a better way to handle this situation…we shall reprogram him with a new identity."
Master Zhar finally spoke up, confused by Vrook's proposal. "What do you mean?"
Vrook looked at the other three Jedi Masters.
"Give him a new identity of course…a solider in the republic…we may still greatly need his help in capturing Revan, and with my padawan captured…" He trailed off, unable to speak, his sadness of losing Bastila upsetting him greatly.
The other three Jedi Masters understood the gravity of the situation.
Revan was still out there, and perhaps the only one with the knowledge to stopping him was Malak. They would have to do everything they could to extract the information from deep within his broken mind.
The entire future of the Republic depended on him.
"So we shall proceed with the restoration of Malak with a new identity?" Vrook inquired after a moment's silence.
The Masters all nodded in agreement.
Vrook nodded, looking at Malak's motionless body. Malak had once been his own padawan. Today he had gotten him back, and in doing so, had lost another to Revan…
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A/N:
Ok, I decided to fix the mistakes and add a bit more into this chapter.
Once again, MAJOR props to Tinuviel Undomiel for her great story, "Captivated"
Idea for Bastila getting captured by Revan was taken somewhat from there.
Well, umm… Basically, I'm going to be tweaking the other chapters a bit more and after that, I'll be able to continue on with the story.
Chapter five is already half way done :)
So anyways, thanks for reading! Please review!
Until next time…