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lootyandbooty · 3 months ago

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MEET ME ON THE BATTLEFIELD

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Note to Readers: This is a series of short stories I've been wanting to do so I just combined a few things all into this one post. So I hope you enjoy.

No time for rest

No pillow for my head

Nowhere to run from this

No way to forget

Around, the shadows creep

Like friends, they cover me

Just wanna lay me down and finally

Try to get some sleep

The sound of soldier’s filled the encampment preparing for the final showdown. This battle would bring the end of the Sith Empire, and decrease the numbers. It was her final objective. It felt like a lifetime ago; that helpless little girl she once was screaming with her outstretched hands begging for her birth father to save her; but they were both weak.

She had struggled to stay alive for years until she gained power, was accepted as a Sith apprentice. Experimented on because of her bloodlines traced back to Meetra Surik; marked as a vassal for the late Sith Emperor to claim her body once it had evolved to its strongest point; but like all Sith only the strongest can come out on top.

She managed to overcome her fate thanks to so many who saved her, trained her, and showed her a path she never thought was possible.

The members of the Alliance were stationed all over the planet, the newly formed Revanite order and the Jedi were working side by side under her and Satele Shan. This battle was the former Grand Master’s last fight.

Satele and Jace Malcom had become a part of her life because of Theron Shan, and because of her twins and her and her third born child she’d brought into this world almost a year ago.

She was doing this to give her children a world of peace where Sith were not always causing problems. The same world Revan wanted for his son.

As the shadows around the encampment began to fade with the coming dawn she felt a pair of arms embrace her from behind. The man who came into her life and didn’t turn his back on her, didn’t kill her when he should have.

“You should have got more sleep.” His face was hidden in her neck as he rubbed her shoulders through the robes she was wearing.

“I got enough.” She promised as she raised her hand to stroke his cheek. “One last battlefield and perhaps we can finally have that peace we spoke about long ago.” She turned her head and found a pair of lips meeting hers as she turned around into the embrace that radiated the warmth she craved.

Theron held her close as he broke the kiss, his brown hues peered into her pale lavender orbs. “Then we can begin the next step in your journey to freeing yourself from Valkorion's curse.” He vowed as he had committed to being the vessel to take half her power into his body so that when death took him, it would sever the bond and allow her to finally begin the process of aging and joining him in death.

The rain on Yavin was unforgiving, even after all they endured, fought so hard for; it was all a front to protect ‘them’ from what Revan had been after. He had allowed his anger and rage to keep his body alive to try and finish Valkorion off. To Revan that was all it was; endless fighting. It was what he existed for; or at least that was what he believed when he left his wife over 300 years ago to head into wild space to finish what he started.

No matter how well he covered his tracks Bastila sent Meetra to him.

Meetra Surik; his apprentice; the young girl about to be expelled from the Jedi because nobody would give her a chance. He had taken her and Alec as his apprentices. He had not permitted either of them to have padawan braids to protect them. He made Meetra a hair pin with pieces of metal and added a link and flower petal made of metal. It reminded him of a beautiful pink tree on a planet he had been to once long ago with Kreia.

Even as he lost sight of the Jedi in him and became drawn to the Sith ways, she did not leave him, she did not try to betray him.

Her childlike smile made him protective over her and Alec had made a move once to hurt her and it was that day he sliced off his lower jaw. Meetra was poisoned and at death’s door, but was saved thankfully. He never trusted Alec after that.

To him Meetra was not just an apprentice, she was more. Like a sister or perhaps a daughter he had come to be protective of who dared to get close to her. The day he clipped the last link to her hair pin is when he knew he had to send her away from him.

She was an excellent General; no matter how much he had fallen and become evil; a part of Darth Revan dared not to taint her. She was precious and a light in the darkness for him; someone he was willing to go to great lengths to protect.

Just to preserve her smile.

He knew about Malachor V, how she cut herself off from the force.

I should have been the one to help her, but I was too far gone and because of the Jedi brainwashing me; I forgot her. It made me hate them.

Despise them.

Sometimes I wonder if I did love Bastila Shan, or if humoring her; to continue my line, was really the only use we had for one another.

Satele Shan, Theron Shan.

The last of my bloodline.

Samsara Surik-Rand.

The last of Meetra’s line.

The rain fell harder now as he laid there looking up at the skies, his mask falling to the ground; he saw Samsara drop her lightsaber as she raced the distance between them. He saw for a moment himself as a bitter smile graced his lips.

It was like history repeating itself.

Instead of Meetra dying it was him and she was running to him.

“Master, you can’t leave me again.” She pleaded getting down to pull him up in her arms as she curled her fingers into his robes. “All this time, I thought you were dead and now you are leaving me again. You promised to stay beside me.” Samsara pleaded as she fought the tears that were threatening to fall.

Revan moved his hand up to her face cupping her cheek. He remembered what she was like when she was brought to him; barely alive, marked as a pawn for Valkorion. He raised her, taught her everything he knew.

She became a daughter to him.

No, she was his family.

She, Meetra, and so many others who once believed in his cause were the reason he chose to be a villain; to protect them.

To give them the future he so desperately wanted them to all have.

“You have grown stronger, you found that reason I spoke of to get stronger.” He glanced at Theron Shan having had people watching them all this time. “Never forget the lessons I taught you. When you came to me all those years ago, I saw a part of me in you and Meetra.” He saw the tears finally spill and smiled as his vision began to blurr he saw Meetra appear behind Samsara.

“Your final battle will not be easy, but I pass the title of Revan to you. You who inherited my will, shall be the one to finish what so many others couldn’t do.” Revan brushed her snowy hair out of her face.

“You were never my child by blood; I do not regret getting the chance to save you, you were the light in the darkness for me when I was lost. Never forget that; my daughter.” His hand slowly dropped away as it landed on the ground.

A gut wrenching sob filled the air as Samsara mourned once again and for the last time Revan’s passing as his body faded away and became one with the living force at long last to join those who had left this world long ago.

We carry on through the storm

Tired soldiers in this war

Remember what we're fighting for

Meet me on the battlefield

While others celebrated a victory; others were withdrawn and reflecting on what they had failed to do. Two souls in agony; how many innocent lives did they hear through the force cry out in agony as they died a horrible death.

A planet ruined by war.

Jedi can only do so much until they break.

The Jedi code is flawed.

“Stay with me, please.” He gripped the sleeve of her singed robes.

“We have to report what happened.” She whispered, still trying to process everything as her mind and body was reeling still from the blast.

As the last of the sunlight faded in their shared room he tugged with enough force to pull her back to him. He drew his arms tightly around her. Why did her presence in the force feel warm, almost welcoming and soothing to him?

He shouldn’t do it; but he couldn’t stop himself. He needed to make sure this was real; that SHE was real. His face hid in the nape of her neck inhaling her scent.

“Anakin--”

“Please.” He hugged her tighter from behind.

“We shouldn’t.”

“Fuck the Jedi Code, even you are hurting, you heard it the worst. I remember how you were on the verge of losing consciousness. I remember how attuned to the force you were. Just this once please…” He begged.

Silence lingered between them for what felt like ages. “Just once.” She agreed as she turned her head and met his lips allowing him to lead, the need to have physical contact to know they were alive was a strange burning desire.

Yet it would never be once.

The need to be one and a forbidden affair lasted for six months.

Even on the darkest night

I will be your sword and shield, your camouflage

And you will be mine

“You are a fool, she is too good for you.” Kreia’s harsh tone cut through Atton like a vibro blade.

“I may be the fool, but I’m not so much a fool that I can see right through your sith ways.” Atton’s words fired back; he had been under Darth Revan once, killed and tortured Jedi, but the female Jedi he once tortured saved him from being found out he was force sensitive.

He had feelings for Meetra since she walked into his cell block in nothing but her underwear. She looked beautiful even if she was a walking wound in the force and even as she opened him to it; he felt that wound closing around her.

“I’m sure she would not look at you the same if she knew of this fool's past.” Kreia moved close to him so her presence was so close it was taking everything in him to not lift his blaster and put it to her head and pull the trigger.

“She isn’t like you, and she doesn’t push to get deep into our pasts. Leave her alone, you old hag. Maybe I should tell her what your plans are.” Atton dared to get close so his brown eyes could look at her and even as he stood there he could see it behind the brown hood. “Ugly, the outside matches the inside.”

As Atton saw what she was hiding she raised her hand and lifted him into the air force choking him. “Revan might have failed to kill you, but I won’t.” She started to increase the pressure prepared to kill him to hide the truth longer.

Bao-Dur had secretly been listening in on the conversation and knew if he didn’t act the Exile would slip back to where she was; it didn’t take a blind man to see she had feelings for Atton Rand.

Even if he was a Jedi Killer; but then again; how many had he killed in the war?

“If you kill him she will never forgive you. Let him go now.” He ordered raising his hand to use the force to wrap around Atton’s throat to fight off Kreia’s hold.

Kreia dropped Atton to the ground and moved past the fool and paused near Bao-Dur. “I would get rid of you all to preserve her if I could. “None of you will leave this ship, Dantoonie is her test. I’m sure the other two are slowly making their way here even as we speak.” Kreia left them referring to Darth Nihilus and Darth Sion.

Echoes and the shots ring out

We may be the first to fall

Everything can stay the same, or we could change it all

Meet me on the battlefield

We're standing face to face

With our own human race

The events between the Revanite Order and The Jedi were brought to an end and so did 500 years of peace. Sith invaded the friendly event with the intent to kill as many as they could; including the one who was over 500 years old.

The Heir of Revan’s will.

Samsara found herself frozen in place as the Revanites were fighting to shield her, but she felt helpless, her old body could no longer fight anymore. Her end was near and her only concern was her great grandchildren and their parents' safety.

As the pale lavender orbs looked up she saw a Sith Lord moving towards them with those demonic yellow and red eyes, but they were thrown from them by a Jedi. “Master Shan, we need to get you out of here.” The Jedi Grand Master spoke trying to get her to move.

“Not without my family.” Her old voice was haggard now.

“The children were already taken by my padawan to your ship. The HK unit is guarding them; he informed me. If you fall here, your death will only encourage the Sith to grow. You might be old, but you are still a prominent figure even 500 years after your time.” The woman spoke aiding the Revanites in protecting its now former grand-master.

However as Samsara was being led towards the ship where the children were she stumbled losing her footing as she landed on the ground and felt it through the force, the death of her own. Her old heart throbbing as she struggled to ignore it, no amount of training as a Sith, taught by Jedi as well could push off the stress of a heart attack.

How she got to the ship that day she barely remembered it, it was a blur, she had two young children; the last of her and Theron’s line to protect. She remembered using the force, and using it to strive off the pain, but as soon as they jumped into hyperspace she only uttered one word to HK-55; Yavin.

The darkness engulfed her as she collapsed on the floor suffering a heart attack.

When she came to, she was on Yavin and HK-55 informed her her meat bag body was not going to last much longer.

Samsara spent the next 8 years preparing the twins for a world without her, a world without their parents and where the Sith now lurked. She used the forbidden power of the Surik line to leech life off animals to prolong her life.

When the children became of age, she celebrated their birthday one last time and made her way to the terrace where Theron proposed to her once; as she had HK-55 help her sit down she found herself looking up at the moon.

“HK-55, if a time should ever come and an heir might remain of my line. Please help them. This is my final order I give to you tonight, my old friend.” She looked at the HK unit and smiled.

“Statement: I shall do my best to honor your wishes Master.” The droid knew by the life signs his system was detecting she was due to perish any moment.

“Thank you HK-55.” She allowed her head to move from him as she rested her head against the cool marble slab. Her eyes were heavy, but she was not afraid.

She would be with Theron again.

Closing her eyelids she appeared to be asleep, but soon the rise and fall of her chest ceased and so did her heart.

As her body faded away and became one with the living force, two lightsabers and a chain with two wedding bands rested upon the pile of robes.

We commit the sins again, and our sons and daughters pay

Our tainted history is playing on repeat

But we could change it if we stand up strong and take the lead

When I was younger, I was named

A generation unafraid

For the heirs to come, be brave

And meet me on the battlefield

“You don’t have to do this.” Theron stood in front of his wife as tomorrow they would be putting an end to Zakuul and the Eternal Fleet that had gone off on its own attacking cities.

“I have to, if I do not I have a feeling we’ll be next. Plus this is something I need to do, Theron.” She looked up at him as her fingers curled in his. “Revan would have done it and I will finish what he started.” She vowed.

Brown eyes stared at her intently, “Don’t you think that is what Valkorion wants? Something has been bothering me since you went off on your sidequest with my mother. I won’t deny you’ve grown stronger, but what if he does it again? The day I had a chance to kill you, I saw what he did to you and he nearly broke you.”

“I’m not that weak girl anymore. I have a reason even now to fight.” She drew his palm to her stomach and looked at Theron without blinking. Her pale lavender eyes with the amber ring glowed with warmth. “I’m with, child.” She smiled. “Twins in-fact.”

Theron was caught off guard as he heard the statement and felt a range of emotions course through him as she drew her into his embrace tightly.

He didn’t want his wife to go off and fight without him, but to know this right now was not the surprise bomb he was expecting. The range of emotions he felt made him hold her tighter. “Be careful please.” He wanted a world where their future family could live in peace without war, without the Sith causing problems.

To know he was going to be a father moments before the siege to take back Zakuul was a lot to sink in but they had jobs to do.

“I don’t suppose I could, you know, let my father know when this is all over.” He chuckled.

She snorted at his remark knowing he was trying to pull in his excitement. “I guess that means I have to let Satele know, well if she doesn’t already. Your mother is creepy by the way in that regard. However, yes. You can let Jace Malcom know.” She began to try to draw back but Theron surprised her by picking her up and spinning her around in a circle earning a laugh out of her as he drew her back for one last kiss.

“You go down there and show everyone you are not the monster Valkorion made you out to be. Hero, Savior, not a conqueror or villain.”

Even on the darkest night

I will be your sword and shield, your camouflage

And you will be mine

Echoes and the shots ring out

We may be the first to fall

Everything can stay the same, or we could change it all

Just how much longer would this war go on for?

The Clone Wars felt like they would never end, how many more Jedi did they have to watch die? How many more innocent lives had to suffer?

Just what was the purpose of all of it?

Senator Atris Shan of Dantoonie had her hands collapsed in front of her as she could feel the eyes of Mace Windu looking into her. “If you and Master Yoda agree she is ready for the Knight Trials, please take her to Rakata Prime. Based on the evidence you have submitted over the years, the dreams she speaks of to you; has led me to concur she is the heriness reborn.

Revan’s Final Apprentice and the last of Meetra Surik’s bloodline.

“If she was reborn, wouldn’t Theron Shan have joined her as well? Isn’t it documented that she split her power in half?” Mace questioned looking at the Senator, despite how harsh she came across to many; she gave the Jedi access to the crystal caves on Dantooine and her family guarded them closely.

“That is what we have suspected based on what was left of the old Sith Spell she used before destroying it. However we have no idea who Theron was reborn as, a part of me thinks it could be Anakin Skywalker. Isn’t the events of his birth out of the norm and they were born only months apart.” Atris pointed out.

“Everything about Skywalker doesn’t make sense. His count and Samsara’s though are almost even. Anytime we place them on a mission we notice a difference between them in the force, when they are separated Anakin falls back to his doubts, with her at his side he is free of them.” Windu didn’t hate Skywalker, hate was a strong word, he just felt Kenobi was not the right Master for him. If he had not had Samsara and was training her, he might have taken him. He had thought of switching his apprentice with Skywalker for a short time and letting her go to Master Kenobi, but he was protective of her and knew a sudden change wouldn’t be well. Kenobi was more fluid and he did not want her to lose sight of what he taught her.

“Do not be hard on yourself, Master Windu. My daughter thieves because you took her and gave her a chance. You cannot fix everything and we all have wounds. I still regret letting that child go that I brought into this world. Just as I know you cannot forget what your former apprentice did to you.” Atris smiled, “I hold no ill will towards you for being unable to stop her from killing my mother.” She stood moving across the room and pressed her thumb to a hidden panel and allowed a vault to open.

As she entered a number she revealed the contents within that were Revanite Order relics. Picking up an old starmap she locked the contents back up hiding it and moved back over to stand before Mace Windu who rises to accept the item she handed him.

“On Rakata Prime lies the lightsabers of the members and founders of the Eternal Alliance and echoes in crystal shards ‘she’ left behind to help her out if a day came and she was reborn where we would need Revan once more.

“Watch her from a distance, feel for the conflict, you have seen the chained doors in her mind. She is not a new soul, she was reborn.” Atris was certain beyond a doubt who her daughter was; as long as this Sith Lord lurked in the shadows they would be at war and she without the force could only do so much; but if Revan could rise again they might stand a chance to bring an end to the Sith.

Mace took the device and slid it into his inner robes. “I shall do so, but I hold the final say if she passes or not. I know her feelings better than you.” Mace didn’t mean to state his words harshly, but it was the truth.

Atris smiled, the sadness transparent in her eyes. “I know, I gave her to the Jedi for her best chance to surrieve. No matter how much I regret it, it was the right decision to make.” She took a step back and bowed her head. “I look forward to hearing how things go upon your return.” Atris turned and went to attend to other matters.

One of them being a meeting with Chancellor Palpatine which she was not looking forward to. Something about the man left her on her guard around him at all times.

Meet me on the battlefield, ooh

Oooh-ooh

We carry on through the storm

Tired soldiers in this war

Remember what we're fighting for

Meet me on the battlefield

Even on the darkest night

I will be your sword and shield, your camouflage

And you will be mine

Echoes and the shots ring out

We may be the first to fall

The sound of lightsabers clashed as Vader stood tall restored to his prime before Obi-Wan ruined him, the figure standing before him dressed in the armor of Darth Revan was poised with a purple and pink lightsaber waiting to strike. Dirt still filling the air as he had been surprised by an attack.

Samsara-No Revan, was intent on killing him.

He wouldn’t kill her, he couldn’t.

Padme was gone, there was no reason he couldn’t have her now.

He used her old bloodline to make him whole so she wasn’t afraid of the half-machine and half-man that he was. Yet, she ran from him. He had given her everything, lavish gowns, he wanted her as his Empress.

She offered to give him what Padme failed and it was that weakness she exploited and used to get him to give her more freedoms and she ran away. Making the Eternal Alliance to block his attempts to make the Sith Empire strong like it was so long ago.

“Samsara, if you stop all this right now, we can forget about what your people did and I can give you the galaxy.” He promised as he extended his hand out to her.

The fabric moved as she craned her masked face at him, making her look abnormal. Her robes and armor hid the body and face he desired to make his again. “Samsara Shan died over 20 years ago, only Revan exists.” She stated.

The woman who loved Anakin Skywalker died with him the day he betrayed the Jedi.

Murdered her Master, her mother.

Taking away so many things she would never have answers to.

Raising a hand she began to allow large rocks to rise into the air, “The galaxy will be purged of the Sith once more and I will start with you Lord Vader.” She began raining down large boulders and rocks on him.

Vader smirked hearing her words, “How is that the Jedi Way? You speak as a Sith also.” He mocked seeing her power, feeling the darkness whispering to her. “How much are you falling?” He mocked as he raised his red lightsaber, cutting down the large rocks coming at him, since he restored himself; he was once more powerful.

No longer a pawn and a monster Sidious used.

“Nowhere near as close as you.” She didn’t stop her assault with the large debris being thrown at him.

“Really? I would love to see what that mask hides.” He was so close, he could almost smell the faint traces of the scent she used for her hair.

As he cleaved through the final rock he brought his lightsaber down between her blades. “Show me ‘Revan’ what evil lurks inside you.” He raised her hand and with the power of the force and a flick of his wrist the mask of Revan fell away to reveal more than an amber ring around her eyes. A grin slid across his lips seeing how this ‘war’ with him was driving her to despair.

His own tainted eyes gleaming with mirth as he couldn’t help but laugh and jerked his blade back driving her to the edge of the cliffs behind her. “Hypocrite just like the Jedi, you spoke of how you worked so long ago to never stray from your path and look at you, rotting away just like me!” His words jolted her to her senses as the Jedi in her stirred and that color he had seen faded.

The Rage inside of her was pushed out of control as she couldn’t keep up with him. “I am not a Sith!” She snapped trying to fight back on Vader’s assaults.

“Oh, but you once were in the past; Samsara Surik-Rand.” He drove his blades down harder knocking her with enough force to make her lose her pink lightsaber and used the force to throw her back to the ledge. Picking up her pink lightsaber he ignited it.

“Just as I, Theron Shan held no connection to the force until you filled my dying body with the evil that prevented you from dying like everyone else.” A cold malicious smile filled his face as the horror and shock stunned her.

“Don’t die on your way down. I want to play with you before I break you Sam.” He moved both the blades slicing the thin ledge off sending Revan down into the raven knowing she wouldn’t die, but she would be hurt making it hard for any means to escape or defend herself from him.

Everything could stay the same,

or we could change it all (we could change it all)

Meet me on the battlefield

Meet me on the battlefield (we could change it all)

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