Title: Love's Final Redemption Author: SabyneAmberle Era: KotOR Genre, AU, Angst, Drama, Romance Characters, The crew of the Ebon Hawk, Darth Revan, Sabyne Amberle (OC), Darth Malak Summary: In a shocking twist, Revan renounces his companions and reunites with Bastila on the dark side of the Force. Even more shocking is Sabyne's abrupt decision to join them. Now, it will take all the strength of the remaining Republic heroes to destroy the Star Forge and defeat the Sith once and for all...but at what cost? Notes: (Since I forgot to add this part...) This story is very loosely based on a cut ending for KotOR. In that ending, Carth is able to redeem a DS female Revan if he has been romanced. Since I'm writing a male Revan, Sabyne is a fill-in of sorts for a female character for Carth. This was my very first fic way back when I joined the old boards. I updated it for a long time, then fell away from it due to various reasons. Now I'm revisiting it, both to repost it and to revise it. Enjoy! ********** Revan strode purposefully toward Bastila, his voice commanding in both tone and volume. “I am Revan, Dark Lord of the Sith, once more,” he said. “Bow before me Bastila, my apprentice and love.” Without a moment of hesitation, Bastila obediently sank to one knee, lowering her head. “My Lord Revan,” she whispered reverently. “I am your most humble servant. I am yours to command as you see fit…” Revan cut her off gently as he knelt to lift her chin, using his free hand to take hers. “Rise, my love.” He kissed her hand lovingly as he helped her to her feet. “We shall not rule the galaxy as Master and Apprentice, but as equals. My sole demand of you is that you rule at my side, as my love and my Dark Lady.” Bastila’s eyes widened slightly upon hearing his words. She felt tears threaten to overflow as she lovingly entwined her arms around his neck. “I can think of nothing else that would make me happier,” she whispered brokenly. Revan smiled. “Nor I,” he replied, lowering his head to kiss her, his arms holding her close. From a short distance away, Sabyne watched the exchange unfold before her with a mixture of horror and sadness. She never imagined that Revan would return to the dark side, not even during the lengthy fight to reach the summit of the ancient Rakatan temple. Even as they learned Bastila now served Darth Malak, she never thought Revan would fall again. They had been friends through the course of their adventures, and even once he learned of his true identity, he swore he would not fall. She could not believe that all it took was Bastila uttering a few token words to Revan about “destiny” and her “love” to turn him against them. Neither Jolee nor Juhani evidently imagined it either, for they each appeared as horrified as Sabyne felt. Yet as she watched them, Sabyne felt a sad pain surround her heart. She saw how affectionate they were with each other, how free they appeared to be, and blinked back her own tears. She recalled the last conversation she had had with Bastila, back before her capture and subsequent falling to the dark side. During their talk, Bastila had lectured her regarding her feelings for Carth, taking great pains to remind her that she was a Jedi, and therefore forbidden to love under the Jedi Code. Thinking about those words, Sabyne felt a wave of sadness fill her soul. She had always felt torn regarding her feelings for Carth, yet she knew Bastila spoke the truth. If she confessed her feelings, she would fall afoul of the Jedi Council, this time of her own doing rather than the teachings of her master. Yet the thought of living her life without loving him made her feel desolate. Is it worth being a Jedi if I cannot follow my heart? She asked herself silently. Or will it lead me to more heartbreak than it will peace? As though sensing her pain, Jolee placed a comforting hand on her arm. “Steady there, lass,” he cautioned gently. “Not everything is what it appears.” How would you know, Jolee? Sabyne asked him silently. At least you got to marry the one you loved. I may never get the chance to be with Carth. Bastila laughed coldly, taking a few steps toward Sabyne. “My, my. Doubting the Jedi yourself, Sabyne?” She asked, her tone cruelly mocking. Sabyne struggled to keep her temper, resisting the urge to attack as Bastila continued. “Think about it. You could make a name for yourself as a powerful Sith, rather than as the ‘failing daughter’, condemned to live in the shadow of her famous sister as you are now.” She said, watching with dark glee as Sabyne clenched her fists. She had hit a sensitive spot, as Sabyne had always felt overshadowed by Tierslae’s accomplishments as a diplomat. “And what about how you were treated on Dantooine?” Bastila taunted as she took a few steps to her left. “After all, every Jedi is taught to suppress and hide their emotions. Very few have received the training you have, and even fewer appreciate it. Think of the insults, the mockery, the probing by the Jedi Council over the past five years. And think of how you have had to endure it all alone, without your Master to speak up for you.” Sabyne gritted her teeth. “I…I remember.” She growled softly, her long-buried anger rising to the surface in spite of her efforts to stifle it. The memory of those cruel words, the interrogations, the suspicion from the senior members of the council…all of it still haunted her. Even after their escape from Taris, she had struggled to gain even the most begrudging respect from much of the council. Bastila walked around her in a slow circle, her expression remaining icily implacable. “Yes, Sabyne.” She purred. “Remember how it felt to be treated as an outcast within the Order, deemed a disgrace by your fellow Jedi because you were thought to be a Sith in secret.” She touched Sabyne’s shoulder, her touch feeling strangely cold to the other Jedi. “Remember that it took the council five long years to admit to their mistake, yet not once have they ever apologized. They expected you to bury your anger and take up your saber for them, as though nothing had ever happened. They used you, Sabyne, just as they have used every other Jedi in that pathetically obsolete Order.” Sabyne tensed further at the memory, closing her eyes tightly, trying in vain to block out Bastila’s cruel words. She was right. They had never apologized for how she was treated. The memories of hearing of Master Rohn’s death during the Mandalorian Wars were bad enough. The memories of her interrogation at the hands of the council were worse. They treated her as though she were some sort of traitor, all because of her unorthodox training at her master’s hands. Even when they claimed they were convinced, they still treated her coldly, to the point that leaving the Order felt like her only option. Bastila stopped just behind Sabyne’s left shoulder, lowering her voice until it was barely audible, her lips near the other Jedi’s ear as she continued to whisper her temptations. “I know what you’re thinking, what you’re wondering. The Sith can give it all to you. You’ll be legendary beyond anything your sister might hope to accomplish. You can take revenge for the so-called “justice” the Jedi imposed upon you. You can even love him, without fear or hesitation.” Sabyne caught her breath, her resolve weakening. I…I could love Carth? Without fearing what would happen if we were discovered? She asked herself. Oh, if it were only possible… Juhani’s eyes never left Sabyne as she sensed her friend’s internal struggle. She had experienced the same turmoil when she was confronted with Xor, the man who had tried to purchase her as a girl on Taris; the man who had held an inhuman hatred for all Cathar. Even when he attacked them on Manaan, because of the encouragement given by Revan and Sabyne, she had refrained from striking the fatal blow, despite his attempts to provoke her. “Stay strong, Sabyne,” she whispered. “The Sith cannot give you all you desire. You could have everything you ever wanted, yet you would still not be happy.” Finally, Sabyne ceased her mental struggles, hanging her head as she struggled to catch her breath, her shoulders heaving as though she had just fought a thousand enemies. Juhani gasped as she sensed a growing chill emanating from her friend. “No…” she whispered inaudibly. “Please…” Slowly Sabyne raised her head, her eyes seeming to glow with an unholy iciness, her breath slowly escaping from between her lips in a low hiss. Stepping away from Bastila, she turned back to face Jolee and Juhani, her expression showing no emotion. “Forgive me…” she whispered. “But sometimes living by the Code is not enough.” Before they could react, she raised her hand, instantly paralyzing them where they stood. She felt a brief flicker of regret for her decision, but it was short-lived, and was quickly replaced by an overwhelming sense of the power she wielded. Looking to her right, her gaze fell upon Revan, and she smiled coldly. Turning to face him, she walked slowly toward him, her steps gradually gaining both confidence and strength as she drew near. Stopping a few feet before him, she dropped to her knee respectfully. “My Lord…” she murmured. Revan and Bastila exchanged glances as Sabyne rose. Bastila could tell that he was pleased with what she had accomplished. Well done, my love. Revan praised her through their bond. She is ours. Thank you, My Lord. She replied silently. She will prove a most powerful ally, once she realizes her full potential.