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I really don't see how difficult your choice is. You either play me as a Jedi or you play as Malak's apprentice. Either way, Revan will be there if I am. And it is always possible for you to plot that someone turn me away from a Dark path so it isn't as if it would be permanent should to so choose I follow that path.

Our choices are limited and you have such difficulty making up your mind, it's a blessing that the Jedi Council haven't gone to your world for any Force Sensitive children. We'd all be doomed if they had. Or they'd have all turned to join the Sith. Regardless, it would have been very difficult for us.

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No... it can't be.

[ No way. This has to be a trick. No way Bastila survived all those years, too. ]

[He gets a pause.]

What can't be?

It's been... too long. Three hundred years. How did... no. The Emperor couldn't have found you too, could he? If he harmed you, I'll--...

[ Actually, what more can he do? He's already plotting an HK-47-led genocide against the Empire. ]

I'm sure you recall the Jedi Code. "There is no death, there is the Force." Regardless of how much time passes, some part of me will continue to exist.

As it stands, she's considering leaving me in the hands of Darth Malak rather than this... Emperor.

The Emperor is death. Of you, of me, of the Force, of the Galaxy itself. And I will stop him in any way I can.

[ Revan's changed a lot, Bastila. Probably more now than even during his stint as Dark Lord of the Sith. ]

Malak... [ Sore subject for him, even now. ] If I am sent to this place as well, it won't matter. I won't allow some other Emperor control over the Galaxy. I'll kill him, as well.

The Jedi would not allow him, if the Sith became that powerful, to do such damage.

[She's noticing.]

Revan. Should death really be your goal? We only attacked to capture you, as I'm sure you recall.

The Jedi no longer exist, in our future. It was a carefully calculated purge, orchestrated by a man years in advanced. They never saw it coming.

[ He shook his head, jerking his hand defensively. ]

There can be no compromise! No prison can hold him, no pacifist route that can keep him contained. He has no honor, no capacity to see reason. If I have to tear through him and his entire empire, I will do so. I've saved the Republic twice before, and I'll do so again.

That can't be possible! How could someone have wiped out all the Jedi, we had outposts and enclaves throughout Republic space!

[She's not even sure how to reply because part of her actually believes in the path Revan wants to take to fight the Emperor and the other... is still pretty dedicated to the Jedi teachings. Which is probably why it was/will be so easy for her to be corrupted.]

Do you truly believe there is no other way?

He earned their trust. He played the part of a benevolent politician in a time of war. A war that he orchestrated from the very beginning. He reformed the Republic military using clones created on Kamino, who were brainwashed at birth to follow all orders without question. When the Jedi least suspected it, the army they were leading turned on them. Nearly every Jedi in the Galaxy died overnight.

[ Revan turned away from Bastila for a moment. ]

There has never been any other way. I was the best case scenario for a Sith reforming, and even now, I know the Jedi Code isn't enough. The Galaxy will never be at peace so long as one Sith remains alive.

I can't believe it... How could they have allowed themselves to be fooled..?

Genocide isn't the answer. Some can still be turned, like when we were on Korriban. And what if... I do end up as a Sith? Would you have me killed as well?

The same way I allowed myself to be fooled by the Emperor.

[ Revan shook his head, slamming his fist down. ]

I will do what I must. I'll mourn for the dead, but if the Republic will be saved, no price is too great.

[ No, he's not even going to entertain that thought, Bastila. ]

I've saved you before, and I'll do it again.

Revan...

[She almost flinches when he slams him fist down. Almost.]

Killing is always a great cost.

[Too late, the thought is there.]

I know that you will.

If I may kill a hundred to save a thousand, I'll do so without a second thought.

[ Yeah... he said something very similar during the Mandalorian Wars, right before his descent into the Dark Side. But as Bastila confirmed her continued faith in him, he leaned in, and brought his hands to her sides. He's missed her so much. ]

I won't lose you a second time, Bastila.

Killing a few to save many. I can't say that it's a foreign concept to me.

[She stepped forward after a moment and hugged him. Tightly.]

You won't, no matter what has to happen.

[ Revan returns the embrace, as if some unseen force will take her away from him again. ]

We have a chance to save the Republic again. Just like old times.

[ And this time, he won't leave her behind. ]

[Which it very well might.]

No time for rest for us, hm?

Not so long as something threatens the Republic.

And there will always be a threat.

Then our work will never be done.

We won't be able to do so forever.

Then let's make the Galaxy that much brighter before we die.

Alright. We will.

[Because it's Revan and he's proven that anything can be done, in the past.]

[ And finally, Revan leans in to do something he hasn't done in three centuries; to kiss the woman he ended up marrying. ]

[That's a little different for her but it felt right so she kissed him back. Hell, she's already broken enough rules that the Jedi set down.]

[ The whole 'breaking the Jedi code' thing went out the window for him a long, long time ago. He doesn't even consider himself a Jedi anymore, nor a Sith. He's something else. Something more. ]

Query: Why is it so hard for meatbags to make decisions?

Statement: You cannot be both.

[Not sure how to handle this...]

I would venture a guess that some are just born indecisive.

I know, HK-47. I would prefer to remain as a Jedi but she seems to be leaning heavily towards my being a Sith. If only to make things difficult for Revan.

Obvious statement: Then it seems your master be indecisive.

Query: Does she need putting down?

She is indeed, yes.

[What's this? Bastila actually looks thoughtful but she finally shakes her head.]

If only it were possible.

Statement: The disposal of meatbags is always possible

I'm not sure it would be possible in this case however, since our mundanes don't exist on the same plane that we do.

Observation: We have many means of travel. Would it not be easy to simply travel to the plane?

I honestly don't believe we can. I'd have already left, were it possible.

Statement: Well that is most unfortunate. Instead would it not be easier to let me raise my blaster to you instead. Then you would not have to make a decision and I would be able to rid the world of another meat bag.

And why would you kill me? I don't think Revan would approve of you attempting it.

[Hand moving to grasp her lightsaber just in case.]

Statement: You are correct.

Query: But does the hostilities not make the situation more fun?

Bastila Shan.

My mundane is both 'excited and happy' to see someone 'playing' you.

My mundane is familiar with you. Visas Marr.

My own is equally as excited to see you.

[ Revan's eyes narrow at the Miraluka. ]

My mundane shares a similar sentiment for you.

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Because I couldn't resist.

Eeee!!

Because I couldn't resist either, you're amazing.