Revan vs Exile
Well everybody else is writing so i decided to post this story of mine i wrote about two months ago or so... hope you like it
“Goodbye Kreia” a whisper in her head. He was here, she knew it.
A dark figure watched from a distance as the fight between the two powers progressed. His master and apprentice against his general. He already knew who would win. Why was the Exile taking so long? Was he really that weak, or had Kreia become stronger?
For minutes Revan just sat there watching the two spin around hit block and parry each others attacks until finally. “Goodbye Kreia” The exile his lightsaber penetrated Kreia her stomach. She looked at the Exile surprised but a smile formed on her face as she fell down pure love and joy could be seen in her eyes, blood started rolling from her mouth as she watched the Exile step away from her corpse and started walking towards the exit. “he has finally learned.” She spoke softly.
“Has he? I am not so sure.” A third voice said. The exile turned around his lightsaber ignited. “Re… Revan?” “So Master, is this the student that could have surpassed me. Your treason shames me Master, but I thank you for what you did all the same. I shall give you mercy because of it.” Revan kicked Kreia her side and launched her dying body into the debts of Malachor.
A smile appeared on Revan his face behind his mask. “What… What are you doing here Revan?” “The same could be asked to you… Exile” he threw out that title like salt on a wound. “What?” “Your not supposed to be here you know, Nihilus is already dead why did Kreia take you here? What was her goal?” “To die.” “No… Death was something she could always get… She had another goal but not to kill you either. She wasn’t stupid, for you to kill yourself? No, I doubt that fighting weakens the bond everybody knows this. Kreia better then everybody.” “What?” Revan was talking to himself more then to the Exile trying to figure out Kreia her motives. “Maybe this was her goal.” “What?” “This Revan, you and me on Malachor… the Sith Lord against the only remaining Jedi.” “A fight? Why here? She knew I would seek you out and kill you one day or another… She is a weird one my old master.”
Revan looked down to the depths of Malachor again. He couldn’t feel Kreia her energy anymore she was in there now. “Why did you want me to fight here Master?” he asked the nothingness around him. He didn’t have the time to get an answer. From the other side of the room the Exile jumped over to him. Revan quickly jumped back, the exile missed. Revan drew two lightsabers from his sides. Igniting them both he looked at the beautiful orange and purple light igniting from both. The beams were stronger and purer then of any lightsaber the Exile had ever seen.
“The heart of the Guardian and the Mantle of the Force… Powerful lightsabers indeed Exile.” But there was no response in anything, just another attack. The exile charged at Revan a quick attack from the top but Revan blocked him. With his other lightsaber he attacked the exile’s stomach. Quickly the exile stopped his attack and moved his lightsaber to Revan his attacking lightsaber.
The exile jumped back further. Revan now stood in the middle of the meditation chamber. The big red eye looking up against his shoes. Revan felt at ease there, like he was supposed to be there and nowhere else. He looked at the Exile who stood close to the edge. “Another step and you will be dead.” The exile jumped down. Surprised Revan ran after him. He looked down and at that exact moment the exile jumped up again. He landed behind Revan and his lightsaber immediately went for the kill. Revan kicked backwards and hit the Exile before he himself was hit. Quickly he did a backwards flip and landed in the centre of the shrine again. Sweat rolled down his face, that was to close for his liking.
Slowly the Exile stood up his latest trick had failed. He was scared he had not fought Revan in a long time but he remembered Revan from the Academy and the Mandelorian wars. Nobody could beat that soldier, nobody. Still he had a lot of training since then, maybe it was time to try something else then tricks. The Exile turned around to where Kreia her body was a few minutes ago. He drew her lightsaber to him with the force. He ignited the second lightsaber and charged at Revan.
With great speed lead by fear and anger he charged at his former commander. Revan quickly parried the blows to his right to his left, he ducked and rolled away from the hits. Never striking back. The exile’s lightsabers flashed time after time again as he hit the ground the walls or nothing but air. Another attack of the Exile barely passed Revan his right ear, the second lightsaber moved to Revan his stomach. Revan dropped himself to the ground jumped up again and this time went on the offensive himself.
The Exile moved his lightsabers fast trying to block every one of Revan his attacks. The lightsabers clashed time after time lighting shooting from the power between the two. In a seconds opening the Exile used the force to push his attacker back. Revan flew back against the wall of the shrine. A surprised look on his face, the Exile was more powerful then he had thought, he wanted to stand up but it was already to late. The Exile jumped in the air, his lightsabers swinging besides him as he prepared his strike. Revan just lay on the ground looking at his general. A smile of victory grew on the exile his face but it was to soon. Revan his hands started shooting lighting at the Exile who was hit in mid air. The exile fell down his body landing only two feet from Revan.
Revan walked up to him and laughed. “Kreia was right about you, you are powerful. But you are no Jedi.”