What Was That One Deviantart Story Where Tails Was Revan Again
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Revan was lying on her bed, her eyes closed. She had been hearing the voices of her companions in the other room, who talked about common and non and so usual things. She wished she were like them. She wished she were neither Jedi nor a former Sith Lord. Later on all, to be a Jedi is to renounce to a normal life and whatsoever emotions that are considered "unsafe". Maybe that was why she had turned to the nighttime side before... She remembered when a Dark Jedi had tried to turn her, simply she had refused to listen. But something happened after that; she broke free, of course, and the Sith lawmaking probably had devoured her mind until she didn't believe the Jedi teachings anymore. That had happened five years ago or so, almost at the end of the Mandalorian Wars. And later on the Wars, ended, she and Malak had fled... or so said the "popular" version of her story. She had visions of what had happened during the year both she and Malak spent away from the Republic. Dantooine, Kashyyyk, Manaan, Tatooine and Korriban... the five planets they had visited and the five stages of their journeying downwardly into the nighttime side. Four of them had been revisited already, just there was just one planet left: Korriban. Birthplace of the Sith. Home of the very Sith Academy and considered to be an evil planet itself.
Such a nice fourth dimension to find about your past, isn't information technology?, she thought.
"Ane hour to Korriban." She heard Mission's vocalisation echoing in the other room. Revan felt her heart jump slightly; what was she afraid of? To be lured into the dark side again and become what she had been once? She hadn't been agape of the Dark Side earlier, just at present it seemed and so... and so near. She had never believed in its existent being, for she had never felt any temptation in doing annihilation evil. Simply she had done those things earlier. So what was keeping her from doing them again?
Great, I don't fifty-fifty know myself anymore, she told herself angrily and rose from the bed. Taking a await at her apparel she sighed. They had seen better days, that was for sure. The once straight Jedi robe was now completely wrinkled... probably because she slept with it on... constantly. Her stomach growled slightly in complaint and Revan remembered she hadn't eaten anything since they had been captured by the Leviathan. Slowly, she went to the kitchen, doing her best to avoid making noises. Infinite food... Press a push button and you'll accept whatever you want on a saucepan... Estimate Jolee's correct when it comes to that. Sighing, she pratically punched the synthesizer button and waited for the nutrient to become ready.
"Eilor?" it was Mission.
"Revan." She corrected quickly.
"Whatsoever." Mission's voice sounded carefree, "You think it matters to me that you lot've changed your name?" Revan sighed, her aqua eyes looking tired, yet thankful. It was skillful to take someone like Mission around.
"Well, that'southward... relieving." She muttered with a grinning.
"Gee, you lot thought I would dump you because of who you were, Eilor?" Revan glared at her, "Sorry, Revan."
"Yes."
"Gosh, and then I'thousand the kid hither." Mission whispered. Revan smiled again.
"No, you're not a kid, Mission." She started, "You lot're a teenager." Mission glared at her and Revan was non sure if here eyes were hopeless or aroused. For some reason, it was amusing to treat Mission similar that ... she would ever react in the funniest of ways.
Beep!
"Food's ready." Revan said every bit she took the nutrient out.
"I don't know how you tin consume food with then much cheese." Mission said coldly. Revan laughed.
"It's good, that's why." She replied.
"No, it'south disgusting, not skillful. It seems as if yous're eating Batha crap!" Mission objected.
"Bantha crap is brown as far every bit I call up." Revan said with a flash equally she stuck the fork in the nutrient. Ah, how divine it felt subsequently a day of starvation... She involuntary remembered the pleasant torture Saul had submitted her, Bastila and Carth to. She never knew anyone could be so sadistic! And she could notwithstanding hear herself screaming, as she was tortured mercilessly.
"Come on, Jedi, you lot're non helping..." Saul said evilly. Eilor'south cheeks were cherry, her eye hurting like she never had idea it would.
"Don't tell him, Eilor!" Carth'southward voice was forced, his throat barely emitting any sounds due to the torture. Information technology hurt her to come across him similar that, to hear his voice sounding like that... A lonely tear stubbornly came out of her right eye, but Eilor cleaned it fiercely before Saul could see the sign of her weakness.
"I... don't know what you're talking about." She whispered. The next matter she heard was Carth's screams equally he was tortured. She felt as if she were existence tore apart, simply she couldn't tell anything... Plus, Saul was going to torture them whether she lied or not.
"It'due south obvious you're not going to cooperate... a shame. Pretty women ever tend to be stubborn." Eilor felt similar spitting on him for that. She told the Jedi Code to herself over and over again, just to make sure she didn't lose her mind before she knew what the Hell was going on. She watched Saul leaving the room and afterward that... there was only pain. A horrible pain that threatened to break her in two, that fabricated her caput scream and her torso limp as if she just had billions on knives thrusted into her. She gave up after a while and everything was black for a while... even though the hurting hadn't stopped with the blackness.
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"Eilor, are you ok?" Bastila'south voice echoed in the emptiness of her listen. Eilor rose and looked around herself, thoughts of what had previously happened coming to her again.
"Yeah, I estimate..." she whispered weakly, "My head's just pain a chip, that's all."
"He tortured us for hours, though yous got the worst of information technology." Carth said on the other side, "They kept torturing y'all even after you fainted." She could sense business all over his voice, which somehow pleased her.
"I nevertheless can't believe Dantooine is gone." She heard Bastila complain.
"Yeah... Looks like all lives on Taris weren't plenty." Eilor said bitterly, trying to make her voice audio strong... which was nearly impossible, due to her status. She weakly tilted her head on Carth's direction and asked, "I'g sorry, Carth."
"For what?" he answered her with some other question.
"For making yous suffer." She hugged herself and looked down, avoiding eye contact.
"I must confess, there was a time that I wanted it to stop. Just I'g glad you didn't say anything to him, Eilor." His vox was calm, almost soothing her hurting away in a most delightful way, "I guess that if..." he stammered a bit, "That if the tables were turned I would have said everything to him." She looked at him and smiled, making Bastila cough slightly in warning.
"Well, now we just have to wait for Juhani to release us..." Bastila whispered, trying to change the subject. Eilor and Carth were a dangerous thing...
"Ebon Hawk to Revan?" Mission called out, making Revan blink twice.
"Sad, Mission..." she murmured apologetically, making Mission shrug in helplessness and go out to another room. Unpleasant memories, the ones she had been thinking about. She took a piece of food to her mouth and chewed information technology slowly and thoughtfully. Revan heard footsteps of someone who was approaching the kitchen. She took another small piece of food to her rima oris and Carth showed up.
"Hey." He merely said, receiving a wave from Revan's fork. She kept chewing the small piece of nutrient within her mouth until pratically everything had "vanished" downward her throat.
"Hey." She said, followed past an uncomfortable silence, which was interrupted past Carth getting some water and Revan eating small $.25 of food. How ridiculous we must wait, really, Revan thought, slightly amused and annoyed at the same fourth dimension, "Y'all know, Carth, I changed my proper name, not myself." She stated. She sounded more than similar as if she were trying to convince herself instead of him.
"Oh! Is it, really?" Carth said and she noticed he was fugitive her gaze since he had entered the kitchen.
"Carth, expect at me." She demanded.
"Why should I?" he stubbornly kept looking at the kitchen's wall as if it were an object of keen wonder and interest. Revan placed her food on the small table and took a light step towards Carth. Placing both of her easily on the sides of his confront... which made him shudder - she forced his eyes to meet hers.
"Do I look whatever dissimilar?" she asked softly. Information technology seemed like ages since she had... No, she couldn't think about that. Such thoughts were not the ones of a Jedi and she knew that. Nevertheless, it had felt and so good, so... then correct!
"No, non exterior." Carth replied nervously. She knew they were both thinking virtually the aforementioned thing. Revan had never idea things like that could change anything... But she didn't knew who she was, right? He brushed her easily off his confront nigh tenderly, "Come on, Revan, Bastila always said information technology was dangerous to-" she cutting him off earlier he could finish.
"You never cared virtually what she had to say before, Carth." She whispered, "Why start now?"
"If you lot're feeling what she said y'all were, than it's better to avoid information technology. No 1 here wants to come across y'all autumn to the night side." He stated and started to walk away, simply turned dorsum and speedily said, "Y'all know my son is somewhere within that University, Revan." She nodded absently, "So you better have me with you." And with these words, he left her.
He's correct&... improve stop earlier doing something we both regret. After all, a osculation doesn't alter many things, does information technology? Were the words she told herself earlier turning to her meal one time once again. Ah, how good cheese could exist...
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"Tell me, human," Master Uthar'southward voice chilled Revan to her bones, "What do you know about the Sith? The common perspective or... a more than in depth one?"
Revan breathed heavily, trying to make an answer that would non denounce her... and that would non be dangerous to her. What had she been once? Someone whose ability had twisted her until she had been zip simply a bare shadow of what she was when she followed the ways of the Jedi? Someone whose emotions had driven her to foolishness simply given her power notwithstanding? Yes, definitely, something like that, "The Sith are corrupted people. Powerful in many ways due to that corruption." She whispered.
"I was expecting that from you, human." Uthar stated, "I can see the Jedi trained you lot to believe the Dark Side is evil and quick, simply, is information technology really as they say?" Revan gulped and casted her eyes down, "When the Jedi treat the Strength as a burden, we treat it as a gift, Prospective. We should not accept these thoughts about the Dark Side, for we care for the Force like information technology should be treated... as a slave, non a principal." Revan noticed Carth was shifting uncomfortably in his position, "If y'all join us, y'all'll be realizing your true potential, for you won't have to relinquish of your passions. Y'all'll be every bit you lot are meant to."
Revan wished he would close upward. Everything fabricated so sense to her... But she couldn't give in to these thoughts of the Dark Side. Not again. She briefly closed her eyes and tried to remember everything that she had done to help other people by using the Force... and how practiced it had felt, to encounter their happy expressions and relieved faces.
Uthar'due south voice brought her dorsum to the cold reality, "What about you, human? You wish to become one of u.s.?" his gaze was challenging her, testing her.
"Yes, Main." She said. How she wished she were dorsum on Dantooine, with the peaceful meditations and non-dark thoughts. Just Dantooine had been destroyed by the Sith. There was nothing left in that location now.
Uthar seemed pleased with her answer, "Ah, I can see it in your heart, human... The darkness that slowly threatens to eat you lot, something yous accept been fighting for a long time..." he stopped for a while, looking at the 5 Prospective Sith, "You 5 are already familiar with the force, but just one of yous can become a Sith... presuming any o y'all survives. Yuthura will teach yous while you are here, so mind to her advisedly." Yuthura stepped forward in a superior way.
"Every bit Master Uthar said, you lot five are all prospective Sith. To become ane of usa, y'all must testify yourselves through acts of worth... whose you must learn past yourselves. And remember, no one hither is your friend ... y'all v are all competitors, aught else." Yuthura said in a quick, still clear voice.
"The kickoff "act of worth" is the learning of the Sith lawmaking. The first of you that learns it volition be rewarded. Welcome to the dark side, my children... You're all dismissed for now." Uthar finished his sentence with a moving ridge of his hand and Revan realized that she had been trying to recall how she had been turned to the dark side during his whole speech. But she hadn't been able to. As a Sith took both Carth and Mission to the famous slave quarters, Revan was led to what seemed to be her "quarters"... a "hole" in the wall with a footlocker and a bed, where she sat heavily. It had been a tiring twenty-four hours, that was for sure. She laid on the bed and slept, this fourth dimension, without whatever nightmares.
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How was it possible that as she recited the Sith Code, she had felt broken inside? She had gained Master Uthar's appreciation, something she knew she would need, but, at what cost? Every bit the Sith Code came out of her mouth and she had felt something fire her tongue, something eating her inside... Something that seemed to be very real for just a lie that led down to the dark path. Something that was making her caput anguish and her heart leap in excitement. Should she exist feeling such things when there was no emotion?
"At that place is no emotion; there is peace..." she said as she sabbatum on her bed and eyed the ground.
Peace is a lie; there is only Passion... Revan seemed to hear someone whisper those words into her ear, making her shudder involuntarily.
"In that location is no ignorance; there is cognition." She whispered to no one just herself.
Through passion, I gain Strength, the same vocalization said, the evil of its words getting to her senses.
"There is no passion; in that location is serenity." She could feel tears coming to her eyes every bit she tried to convince herself that the Jedi Code was the right one to follow.
Through Strength, I gain Power and through Power, I gain Victory, she could swear she was hearing the Night Jedi whispering those words over and over again to her, trying to turn her to the nighttime side, trying to confuse her, corrupt her...
"There is no chaos; at that place is harmony." Merely how could words condolement her? Would they practise any adept? How could she promise that the Jedi Code would comfort her, cover her and make her feel practiced again?
Through Victory, my chains are broken, notwithstanding, the Sith Lawmaking always managed to confuse her, twist... And it was also merely an amount of words. Words that were making sense, words that didn't brand her a slave nor an avatar of justice and goodness.
"In that location is no decease; there is the Force." She emptily muttered as a couple of tears fell down her cheeks. Had the Light Side been whatever kind to her? The answer was simple: no. She had only been a pawn to the Jedi Council, something they could twist around their hands and be used to their purpose over and over again. But however... they hadn't killed her even when they had the hazard.
The Strength shall set me complimentary... Did she really desire to be free one time again? Did she actually want to release her emotions and become a wandered, a free spirit of the dark side? Was that what she wanted... maybe what she had wanted before? And why was she weeping now? Because she was afraid of the Dark Side? Every bit if there was something to be afraid of!
"Eilor?" Carth's vocalism was like a needle to her ears. They had agreed that it would be the best if they avoided to call her by hr true name, at least, for now. She sniffed lightly and looked at him, feeling the slight tension that had been betwixt them since the escape from the Leviathan.
"What?" she asked speedily, not bothering to wipe the tears off her face up.
"His words disturbed you, didn't they?" was what he asked.
"Damn it, Carth, I don't need you lot answering with another question!" she exclaimed rather loudly, "Only no, they didn't!" she sounded colder than she wanted to. Looking down, she waited for him to get away, to leave her be. But he didn't.
"So why are yous crying?" he saturday adjacent to her, waiting patiently for her to reply.
"Why practise you care?"
"Considering I merely practice, damn it!" Carth practically shouted at her, "Listen, I don't want you to fall to the dark side and I know you don't want that likewise, Eilor." She smiled innocently at him.
"That's the problem, Carth. I don't know what I desire anymore." She heard him sigh. What could she do when she didn't know where to turn, when she didn't know which path was the right to follow? "I've killed thousands of innocent people, Carth, yet I think zilch of it!" despair reigned in her vox and she noticed Carth's gaze hardened. It wasn't her that had ordered the bombardment that had killed his wife, merely she had been the 1 who turned the person who did it. She breathed once, twice until she was at-home enough to go on, "Everything that's happening now is my fault, Carth. Everything." He eyed her with a mix of pity and sorrow in his optics. How could someone who had been so brilliant during their journey become such a problematic existence in a affair of hours? He remembered the day when she had kissed him on the Ebon Hawk as they went to Manaan. He tried to apologize for being an ass and she had turned those exquisite eyes of hers to him. The next thing he knew, she was brushing her lips against his and her tongue was caressing his in a quick, playful way. The kiss had been a quick i, but enough to leave the taste of her lips on his dry out mouth. And after breaking it, she had merely said an "Are forgiven." to him before going to Bastila, who had been calling out her name since they had pratically started to talk. Carth had told himself repetitively that he was erstwhile plenty not to want her like he had since she had kissed him... Simply Revan wasn't exactly aware of how good-looking she was, since she always acted equally a naïve kid during their staying at Taris; Naivety that would disappear when the Jedi trained her for the second time in her life. When they let her wait "outside" during her training, Carth could run across that past the way she talked and acted that she was changing: and the final product was someone completely different from the ane he had met during the attack of the Endar Spire. She had become more than focused, distant, calm and serious – something that didn't match her previous personality.
"I'g sorry." Was all he said. Revan turned to him with an unnaturally calm face up, the very face she used to have since she had finished her Jedi training.
"You have nothing to exist pitiful nigh." She said emptily.
"I was non exactly nice to you later on nosotros fled the Leviathan." He replied, making her lips curve in a slight smile, something thrilling to await at, definitely.
"No you weren't." She confirmed, "But I empathize why you acted like that." She leaned her back on the wall and airtight her eyes, "Did you find your son?"
His gaze hardened, "Mission's taking intendance of that." Revan smiled again.
"She's skilful in that stuff, isn't she?" she asked, non waiting for an reply. The kid probably knew much more about life than her. After all, the "kid" had gotten them within the Vulkar Base, the "kid" had taught her how to play Pazaak, and the "kid" had lived on her own for years... something difficult to do on Taris. Withal, they all all the same chosen her "kid". The earth could be funny sometimes. But it was mostly barbarous, treacherous and evil. And Revan had only fully realized that ii days ago.
"You, slave, go away. I need to talk to your master." Revan heard the newly arrived Yuthura commanding Carth with a articulate tone of disgust on her voice. Carth threw a look at his "master" and left the room quietly.
"What is it?" Revan asked, trying to hide all her emotions from the Sith. She somehow succeeded, for Yuthura only smirked wickedly and approached her. Revan had the idea that the Twi'lek Sith had come to talk to her about the little "thing" with Primary Uthar.
"You told him!" Yuthura spat angrily, her head tails whipping the air fiercely, "Foolish woman! You think he'll help you? Your only adventure is with me, human!" she moved her easily in the direction of Revan'south throat, simply stopped earlier she could touch the Jedi, "I should kill you here and now-" Yuthura inhaled securely, "But I'chiliad not doing it. I'd probably accept done the same, were I in your position. Simply tell me, prospective... Why did y'all do it?" Revan kept silent. Well, she was trying to exist pretend to exist a Sith, something she had to practice well. Wouldn't a Sith do what she had done?
"To see which side would be the best to me." She lied.
"You lot're smarter than I idea, Eilor." The Twi'lek stated, "Perhaps as well smart." One of Yuthura's caput tails brushed against Revan's confront, making her shudder confronting her will. Yuthura grimaced at her, "But if you're so smart y'all'll tell me what he plans to do to... annihilate me."
"Annihilate is such a potent word, Yuthura." Revan whispered, her chin loftier, "Disappear would be more appropriate if y'all asked me." If the Sith wanted to play games, than that's what they'd be getting.
Yuthura raised an eyebrow. "Actually?"
Revan nodded, "He wants me to fight you in the final test if that's what yous want to know. As well, he wants y'all poisoned. He asked me to give this datapad to Andrenas." Fool them, Revan… You take to seem to be one of them, Revan said to herself. She only hoped that she wasn't becoming one of them just by playing these games.
"Humph." Yuthura pratically ripped off the datapad from Revan'due south fingers, "That'll make up for your lilliputian... inconvenience. At present I'll be stronger than Uthar can fifty-fifty think!" Revan threw a "actually?" look at the Twi'lek, but the other woman didn't notice information technology, "Here, accept this; it's the passcard to Uthar'south room and this," she handed Revan a minor device, "Is what you'll put within Uthar'southward cot.. When he's alone in the tomb with us, we demand to assure he'll be weak." Revan placed both objects in 1 of her pockets, "And don't even recall of betraying me now, Eilor." The quondam Sith Lord eyed the Twi'lek carefully; "We're also far into this now for you to alter sides." Revan'south eyes bored into Yuthura's royal ones and the human could feel a slight tension rising. Had she been like that before? Had she killed just to ease the ever growing thirst for power?
"Ei... Chief?" Mission interrupted Revan's thoughts and eased the tension betwixt her and Yuthura, who looked at the other Twi'lek angrily. Mission shot a look at Revan, telling her to send the Sith away from them so they could talk. Revan nodded slightly at the bluish Twi'lek.
"Yuthura, I believe we're done with this. At present leave me with my slave. I believe these matters are individual." Yuthura raised her chin and left the room, her olfactory organ high in a proud way. Equally soon equally Mission was sure the Sith couldn't hear them, she spoke rapidly.
"Carth and his son are killing each other off, Eilor!" she pratically shouted, making Revan's aqua eyes widened in shock. Carth was always a source of problem… And in more ways than i.
"Damn it." Revan whispered, "Take me to them, Mission..." the scoundrel nodded and lead the fashion. Yous e'er have to spiral up, Carth. Always, Revan said to herself, hoping the Republic soldier wasn't dead already.
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