Post by Raptorwolf on Nov 23, 2015 15:34:35 GMT
This is a Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic oneshot I wrote recently. The title refers to the colors of the duelists' lightsabers. Shaphan is my original character, not appearing in the game. Malak lost his lower jaw in a lightsaber duel. Enjoy!
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Sapphire vs Blood
Revan walked with renewed purpose through the Star Forge, his crew following close behind. A short while earlier, he had redeemed the love of his life, Bastila Shan, from the dark side of the Force. Now, he was ready to bring down Darth Malak and end this war. Before a large door, the group stopped. Shaphan approached his student, placing his hands on his shoulders.
“This is your fight, my padawan. I will lead the others in removing the remaining troops and clearing a way back to the Ebon Hawk for you,” he said in his slightly accented voice.
Revan nodded, seeing the great pride in Shaphan’s kind, wise eyes. He admired the tall, thin, middle-aged, bearded, tan-skinned, muscular dreadlocked Jedi master for his assistance on this journey.
“Thank you, Master,” he said.
Shaphan released his tall, lean, muscular, long-haired, bearded, fair-skinned padawan. He knew it was time to go.
“The Force will be with you. Always,” he said.
And with that, the team headed off. Revan turned to the door. It seemed that it had been left unlocked, as if Malak had expected him. Opening the door, he entered, walking forward with determination in his eyes.
“It’s over, Malak. Your evil ends here!” he stated.
Malak turned around.
“Revan. I knew that you would come here,” he said.
Revan pulled the hilt of his lightsaber from his belt.
“Yes, and, in the name of the Jedi order, I will avenge everyone you’ve murdered, from the innocents on Taris to the Jedi on Dantooine,” he said.
Malak also took his lightsaber from his belt.
“It is good that you have come, Revan. It is time for you to become one with the Force,” he said.
He then proceeded to ignite the red blade of his lightsaber.
“Light shall vanquish the dark,” Revan said, igniting his lightsaber’s blue blade.
With that, their duel of the fates began, their lightsabers, one with a blade the color of sapphire and the other with a blade the color of blood, clashing with a hum that had a distinct burning quality to it. Neither duelist spoke as they fought. They moved exceedingly fast, almost too fast to see. Revan led his opponent out onto the catwalks. Malak’s yellow eyes narrowed in rage.
“You have fallen so far from what you once were, Revan,” he said mockingly.
Revan nodded.
“If you mean as Dark lord of the Sith, then yes, I have fallen, and I am glad of it,” he said.
The duel continued on, growing even fiercer with each and every passing moment. Blades clashed. Remarks were exchanged.
“This confrontation can only end in death!” Malak exclaimed.
Suddenly, Revan pulled back and then struck hard with his saber. There was a sound of metal crashing to the floor. Revan looked up to see that he had cut off Malak’s protective jaw casing. Now, Malak stood there, jawless. A small chill crept down Revan’s spine. Malak looked around before looking back at Revan.
“Perhaps you are more powerful than I have given you credit for, Revan. But it will not save you,” Malak said, the vocabulator unit implanted in the area where his lower jaw once was blinking with a dim light.
Revan raised his lightsaber once more. The duel resumed. Again, Revan struck, sweated and fought. However, he knew that he had to end it, and now. With one Force-guided strike, he impaled Malak through the chest. He quickly pulled out the blade. Malak fell to his knees, his lightsaber deactivating as fell from his hands.
“Impossible…I cannot be beaten…I am the Dark lord of the Sith!” he said.
Revan looked at him.
“This is the way of the dark side, Malak. All things end in death. You and I both knew that,” he said, deactivating his lightsaber and clipping it to his belt.
Malak coughed harshly.
“Still spouting the wisdom of the Jedi, I see. Maybe here is more truth in their code than I ever believed. You were the one who found the first star map on Dantooine, Revan. It was you who led us on our quest for the Star Forge. I only followed in your wake,” he replied.
Revan nodded.
“Yes, many did, and that will haunt me forever,” he said.
Malak coughed again.
“I can’t help but wonder, Revan, about what would have happened had our positions been reversed. What if fate had decreed that I had been captured by the Jedi? Could I have returned to the light, as you did? If you had not led me down the dark path in the first place. What destiny would I have found?” he said.
Revan looked at him like a teacher or father looking at a child who should know the answer.
“I did lead you to the dark side, that much as true. It is one of my many wrongdoings, and I cannot change that. I am sorry that I started you down this path, Malak, but you chose to continue down it,” he said.
Malak knew that he was right.
“I suppose that you speak the truth. I alone must accept responsibility for my fate. I wanted to be master of the Sith and ruler of the galaxy, but that destiny was not mine, Revan. It might have been yours, perhaps, but never mine. In the end, as the darkness takes me, as the chains forged by what I did in life begin to bind me, I am nothing,” he said.
And with that, Darth Malak died. Revan sighed, knowing that he had won. He then began the long trek back to the docking bay, where he was met by the crew. Carth approached him.
“You’re alive! What happened?” he asked.
Revan smiled.
“Malak is dead, Carth. It is over,” he said.
Carth returned the smile.
“That’s wonderful news!” he said.
Revan nodded, then smiled at Bastila. She walked over to him and the two hugged, but then the two quickly separated, as Shaphan was right there. They could tell that the Star Forge would be destroyed any moment.
“Let’s go,” he said.
And with that, the crew of the Ebon Hawk boarded their ship and blasted into space. They would be remembered for millennia to come.
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Sapphire vs Blood
Revan walked with renewed purpose through the Star Forge, his crew following close behind. A short while earlier, he had redeemed the love of his life, Bastila Shan, from the dark side of the Force. Now, he was ready to bring down Darth Malak and end this war. Before a large door, the group stopped. Shaphan approached his student, placing his hands on his shoulders.
“This is your fight, my padawan. I will lead the others in removing the remaining troops and clearing a way back to the Ebon Hawk for you,” he said in his slightly accented voice.
Revan nodded, seeing the great pride in Shaphan’s kind, wise eyes. He admired the tall, thin, middle-aged, bearded, tan-skinned, muscular dreadlocked Jedi master for his assistance on this journey.
“Thank you, Master,” he said.
Shaphan released his tall, lean, muscular, long-haired, bearded, fair-skinned padawan. He knew it was time to go.
“The Force will be with you. Always,” he said.
And with that, the team headed off. Revan turned to the door. It seemed that it had been left unlocked, as if Malak had expected him. Opening the door, he entered, walking forward with determination in his eyes.
“It’s over, Malak. Your evil ends here!” he stated.
Malak turned around.
“Revan. I knew that you would come here,” he said.
Revan pulled the hilt of his lightsaber from his belt.
“Yes, and, in the name of the Jedi order, I will avenge everyone you’ve murdered, from the innocents on Taris to the Jedi on Dantooine,” he said.
Malak also took his lightsaber from his belt.
“It is good that you have come, Revan. It is time for you to become one with the Force,” he said.
He then proceeded to ignite the red blade of his lightsaber.
“Light shall vanquish the dark,” Revan said, igniting his lightsaber’s blue blade.
With that, their duel of the fates began, their lightsabers, one with a blade the color of sapphire and the other with a blade the color of blood, clashing with a hum that had a distinct burning quality to it. Neither duelist spoke as they fought. They moved exceedingly fast, almost too fast to see. Revan led his opponent out onto the catwalks. Malak’s yellow eyes narrowed in rage.
“You have fallen so far from what you once were, Revan,” he said mockingly.
Revan nodded.
“If you mean as Dark lord of the Sith, then yes, I have fallen, and I am glad of it,” he said.
The duel continued on, growing even fiercer with each and every passing moment. Blades clashed. Remarks were exchanged.
“This confrontation can only end in death!” Malak exclaimed.
Suddenly, Revan pulled back and then struck hard with his saber. There was a sound of metal crashing to the floor. Revan looked up to see that he had cut off Malak’s protective jaw casing. Now, Malak stood there, jawless. A small chill crept down Revan’s spine. Malak looked around before looking back at Revan.
“Perhaps you are more powerful than I have given you credit for, Revan. But it will not save you,” Malak said, the vocabulator unit implanted in the area where his lower jaw once was blinking with a dim light.
Revan raised his lightsaber once more. The duel resumed. Again, Revan struck, sweated and fought. However, he knew that he had to end it, and now. With one Force-guided strike, he impaled Malak through the chest. He quickly pulled out the blade. Malak fell to his knees, his lightsaber deactivating as fell from his hands.
“Impossible…I cannot be beaten…I am the Dark lord of the Sith!” he said.
Revan looked at him.
“This is the way of the dark side, Malak. All things end in death. You and I both knew that,” he said, deactivating his lightsaber and clipping it to his belt.
Malak coughed harshly.
“Still spouting the wisdom of the Jedi, I see. Maybe here is more truth in their code than I ever believed. You were the one who found the first star map on Dantooine, Revan. It was you who led us on our quest for the Star Forge. I only followed in your wake,” he replied.
Revan nodded.
“Yes, many did, and that will haunt me forever,” he said.
Malak coughed again.
“I can’t help but wonder, Revan, about what would have happened had our positions been reversed. What if fate had decreed that I had been captured by the Jedi? Could I have returned to the light, as you did? If you had not led me down the dark path in the first place. What destiny would I have found?” he said.
Revan looked at him like a teacher or father looking at a child who should know the answer.
“I did lead you to the dark side, that much as true. It is one of my many wrongdoings, and I cannot change that. I am sorry that I started you down this path, Malak, but you chose to continue down it,” he said.
Malak knew that he was right.
“I suppose that you speak the truth. I alone must accept responsibility for my fate. I wanted to be master of the Sith and ruler of the galaxy, but that destiny was not mine, Revan. It might have been yours, perhaps, but never mine. In the end, as the darkness takes me, as the chains forged by what I did in life begin to bind me, I am nothing,” he said.
And with that, Darth Malak died. Revan sighed, knowing that he had won. He then began the long trek back to the docking bay, where he was met by the crew. Carth approached him.
“You’re alive! What happened?” he asked.
Revan smiled.
“Malak is dead, Carth. It is over,” he said.
Carth returned the smile.
“That’s wonderful news!” he said.
Revan nodded, then smiled at Bastila. She walked over to him and the two hugged, but then the two quickly separated, as Shaphan was right there. They could tell that the Star Forge would be destroyed any moment.
“Let’s go,” he said.
And with that, the crew of the Ebon Hawk boarded their ship and blasted into space. They would be remembered for millennia to come.