Lover and Apprentice

Bastila felt her body tremble slightly. Revan's presence - the sheer power radiating from him - had that effect on her. Before, she had always tried to guard herself against it. She had only let that guard down twice before: first, when she had saved his life, and then later at the Ebon Hawk, not so long ago, when she had kissed him. Both of those times had felt so utterly right, but eventually she had backed out. She had been frightened then -- but no longer.

Before, she had been blind, but now Malak had managed to open her eyes. She had since decided that awakening her to her full potential had been a mistake that would end up costing Malak his life. If she had any doubts about her plan, they disappeared when she gazed upon Revan's eyes - full of love, even now when she lay at his feet, his lightsaber at her throat.

Revan would reclaim his title as the Dark Lord and she would become his apprentice - but in name only. She would use his feelings to her advantage; she would control him, and so she would be the one with power. In time, she would kill him, of course. She knew she could do this, for his love for her was a weakness she did not share. At his dying moment, she would reveal her plan to him, and he would die, knowing it had all been a lie. She smiled.

"I need deny my passions no longer, Revan. I would stand by your side gladly, as your lover and apprentice! I swore allegiance to Malak only because I thought you had lost the power you once wielded. But this," she paused, trying to calm her mind; she meant her words more than she was willing to admit. After all, her lust was for the power he represented -- nothing else. She cleared her throat and continued, "This would be much better. I would be utterly yours, master!"

Later, when Revan was holding her in his arms, she caught a glimpse of a wicked grin playing across his lips, just before he pulled her into a fierce kiss. Suddenly, she realized this had been his plan all along. In the end, she did not care.