KOTOR III: The Stand of the Sith

[Tysyacha]

Tysy shook her head to clear it. "Canderous," she rasped. "Have you

ever heard of anything so incomprehensibly heinous? To cleanse the

entire galaxy of life so that the Force can supposedly rebuild it? I

know you've killed thousands, but have you ever considered that

it could be done through the Force? In the name of good?!"

[ForceFightWMe12]

He could almost feel her skin grow cold at the thought. He leaned forward, his arms wrapping around her shoulders.

"No...I can't. Especially not from her...I knew she was cracked, but...It seems impossible..."

[Tysyacha]

"It could be that the Dark Side energies are toying with us, trying

to make us believe illusions, but...no illusion could have created that

Holocron. Jack? Aerl? What say you? Could it really be done?!"

[Jason Skywalker]

"Exclamation: Bravo, bravo! Great speech! I never knew how that whiny spoiled brat could be like that! Bravo!" HK shouted before looking at his companions.

 

"Irritated Statement: Oh yea, your from the Light Side," HK irritatedly said before lowering the tone of his voice, "Whisper: Meatbags."

[steven]

"I surpose with another power it could be. However if one thing went wrong there could be a major diaster on a galactic scale. But how does genocide of the jedi order help with this repairing the galaxy?" Jack said, and wispered to annoy HK "Bucket of bolts."

[Jason Skywalker]

"Irritated Statemnt: I heard that, meat..., Jack." Said HK, noticing Tysy looking at him.

[JasraLantill]

In the name of good…

 

With Tysy’s words echoing in his head, Aerl snorted with disdain. “Good. Evil. Light Side. Dark Side. What’s the difference? Death is death, no matter what ‘side’ someone believes they’re on. The only ‘side’ that really matters, is the ‘living’ side. Your holographic ‘friend’ there,” he nodded to the holocron, “may claim to be on the ‘Light Side’, but she’s seems a lot more evil to me than…”

 

He paused for a moment, as if he had been about to say something, but had suddenly thought better of it.

 

“...than any true Sith Lord,” he continued. “Even if she isn’t wearing the traditional ‘black’ clothing and doesn’t chortle with maniacal laughter at the end of every other sentence,” he added quickly. He cleared his throat. “But it looks like there’s still time to stop her.”

 

He looked at the holocron. “She said ‘we’. ‘Instead, we will both become one with the Force,’” Aerl quoted Bastila. “’We’ implies two. And, seeing as she and Revan had some sort of a ‘thing’ going on between them, it sounds to me that she was planning for them to die together. So, as long as your buddy Revan isn’t dead, then ‘we’ could assume she isn’t either.” He looked at Tysy. “But I don’t think she planned to invite any of us, especially you, to her End-of-the-Universe Party.” He grinned. “That’s where our ‘we’ has an advantage over her ‘we.’”

[ForceFightWMe12]

"Of course, this implies that we can find her 'we' to begin with." Mandalore murmured.

[JasraLantill]

Aerl frowned a bit. "Yeah... well... there is that. But he's got to be around here someplace, right? I vote we pick another corridor and start looking." He paused. "That is, if we're voting," he added. He looked curiously at Mandalore. "Are we? 'Cause... it's kind of hard to tell under that helmet of yours if you're scowling at me or not."

[ForceFightWMe12]

"Almost every time I'm talking to you, you can probably count on me scowling." Mandalore said seriously, "And as for votes...we can leave that to the Exile. My vote is that we try another corridor but leave tweedle-dee here before he starts activating any more ancient defences."

[Tysyacha]

The Exile nodded. "Try another corridor, we will. Aerl, I agree with your

theory about Bastila. I keep wondering if Revan knows that she most

likely wants them both to die together. If he does know, I wonder if

he'll agree to it. If I know Master Revan...he won't." With the go-

ahead from Tysy, the group pressed on, Aerl far to the rear

of Mandalore. After all, "Tweedle-Dee" resented being left behind.

 

Another pitch-dark, cobweb-dusted hallway, another door, a room.

This one featured a tall metallic chair, complete with silver shackles

for the legs and wrists. Again, Bastila Shan's calm voice echoed within.

 

See this chair, little Syscha? It was my first experiment in Force-

hypersuffusion devices, and it cannot be matched. It cannot be broken.

It worked, and it still works, but now I have a more efficient method for

cleansing all of us of the taint that is the power of the Dark Side...

 

Another voice, this time that of her inner being, prompted her.

 

Try it. You know who you are, and what you can do. You still have

a 'wound' in you, a Force wound that has only been partially healed.

Perhaps you can withstand this chair's power, and Force hypersuffusion,

if you sit in it and let it do its work. For two minutes, now. Submit.

 

As if drawn by the will of the Force itself, Tysy sat down in the chair.

The shackles automatically fastened themselves around her ankles and

wrists, and then it began to glow with a deep redness that was not heat.

 

As the Exile felt the Force begin to fill her via the hypersuffusion chair,

she began to count on her fingers. "At-tysyacha, dve tysyachi, tri

tysyachi, 'tyre tysyachi..." The others realized, some with horror, that

she was counting seconds. Oddly, she seemed to be withstanding it.

 

After two minutes, the sinister chair was blazing a bright orange-red.

How much more intense could it get? Tysy, though she was fine by

all standards and appearances, was nevertheless working very hard

to subdue the ever-increasing Force currents within her body.

 

Suddenly, the chair hissed. The glow vanished, and the shackles

released themselves from around the Exile's extremities. Non-Force-

Sensitive victim, perhaps, or one who had the Force partially stripped

away from him or her. This meant Tysy had to protect at least Jack.

If he ever faced such an ordeal as this chair presented, he would die.

 

"This chair," she told the others, "is something that Bastila probably

discovered or helped to build before she learned to modify her Battle

Meditation power into a Force Hypersuffusion-type power. I don't think

it will work on those who cannot feel the Force. So, that means, Aerl

and Canderous, that you two are safe. Jack--I'll think of something."

 

Silence. Bastila's voice. You are wrong. Those who are not sensitive

to the Force have just as much to fear as the Jedi or Sith, if not more.

The Force lies within all of us, even if we cannot tangibly feel it. Thus,

the Mandalorian and other living wastes like him will die almost instantly.

Do not resist, my Exile. You have a part in this galactic purification.

 

"She didn't say what part," Tysy said then, trying very hard not to shiver.

[JasraLantill]

There was a long silence. Then Aerl’s brow raised with realisation. “Oh,” he said slowly. “I get it. This place is like those cheesy fun-houses at those travelling carnivals that frequent the frontier planets on the Rim. Well, ‘fun’ probably isn’t the best word to use in this situation,” he reconsidered. “This is more like a ‘Sith House of Horrors for Jedi.’ But you know what I mean, right, Tysy? You search your way though the maze of dusty corridors, from room to room, discovering all of the warped, evil little tests and exhibits that Bastila has set up, and at the end she kills you.” He paused, then frowned. “Aside from the lack of manical laughter, I’d say that’s pretty evil. Do you think she meant all of these tests for Revan? Or…” Aerl looked directly at Tysy, and his eyes changed from friendly hazel to steely gray. “...did she know you were coming here?”

[Tysyacha]

"Me? I doubt it. After all, I've never met this Bastila," said Tysy, "and from

what I intuit...she meant these tests for many others. Unwary Jedi who

came to Ziost thinking they were powerful enough to withstand anything

that the Sith could throw at them. I think that every time I heard her

voice, that she used the same techniques with other Jedi, other victims.

 

"What do you say we leave this tunnel and try to find the Hawk?"

[ForceFightWMe12]

"Finding the Hawk sounds good to me..." the Mandalore said distractedly, "But what bothers me the most..."

He scanned the ceiling, as if looking for some kind of camera or other electronic bug, "Is that she called you by name, Tysy."

[RobQel-Droma]

Revan walked quickly down the tunnel, looking ahead for some sign of danger or strange occurences. Unfortunately, there was nothing. There had been nothing, ever since he had come out into the opening and found the Hawk missing.

 

Like a door, partly closed. It was like a door that he could almost reach before it closed, and yet when he left, and came back, it had closed completely on him. Now, it was just emptiness in the fortress. It felt uncanny, much more than actually finding something dangerous or mysterious.

 

He stopped suddely. Voices were above him. They were low enough that he could not discern what they said, but he heard a male voice say something, sounding as if it were behind a mask. Without the force, though, he wasn't sure what to do.

 

Well, when all else fails... "HELLO!" I guess I might as well. If some evil Sith apparition comes floating out of walls at me, it would break the monotony.

 

And perhaps it would lessen that feeling of things closing ahead of him, stopping him from looking inside.

[ForceFightWMe12]

"HELLO!!"

Canderous spun on his heel, his gun leveling, a laser sight coming to life on the large door, peircing through the darkness.

"Looks like we're not as alone as we thought." he growled.

Though what kind of idiot shouts when he has no idea what he's shouting at?

[steven]

"I'll go and check it out..." Said Jack as he took several steps foward, then remenber he was unarmed. He then checked any pockets he had any form of weaponary on him. "Crap... erm anyone got a spare firearm or vibroblade on them?"

[JasraLantill]

"Here," Aerl handed Jack the hold-out blaster Canderous had given him earlier. "Just be careful with it. 'Ol Grumpy there gave it to me." Aerl gave the Mandalore a sour look. "There's probably something wrong with it."

[ForceFightWMe12]

"Oh yeah, I stuffed the barrel full of cork just so it would backfire on you when you pull the trigger."

[steven]

"Thanks," Replied Jack before leaving the group to where the voice was coming from. Keeping the gun aimed and ready to shoot anything that would want him dead. After a little less than a minute, Jack saw a figure down the hallway. Well here goes nothing "Hey!" Jack stepped into view, aimied his gun and figure and shouted "Who are you?"

[RobQel-Droma]

"I'm an evil Sith menace, coming to destroy you, Jedi." Revan had to smile as he saw the force adept stepping down the hallway. A Jedi, here, eh? I wonder who's with him. Revan stepped toward him, deciding to stop the sarcasm and see what was going on.

 

"Actually... my name is Revan. Perhaps you might know who I am."

[steven]

"That depends, are you the Revan whom was once a powerfull sith lord who was screwed over by his apperentice and lost his memory only to kill his former apperentice and abandoned the galaxy in seach for some great threat... or your just some average Joe with the same name... I'm guessing option 1 is correct.."

 

Hey Tysy, you wouldn't believe who I've found wondering the walls... Jack said, sending a message through the force.

[Jason Skywalker]

HK was impatient and decided to follow Jack. Eventually he found him talking to a very familiar face.

 

"Happy Statement : Gasph, Master, oh Master, is that you?!" HK asked the figure that appeared to be Revan in utter joy.

[Tysyacha]

Tysy, receiving Jack's message through the Force loud and clear, rushed

forward. Forgetting all her training, forgetting her exile, forgetting even

the basic sense of self-guarding that all Jedi were supposed to have,

she yearned to lay eyes on Revan's face one last time, even if his

objective was to kill her. She had to know if it was him.

 

When she saw his face, all of her greatest dreams and her worst

fears collided in one fell swoop in her mind, almost knocking her

as senseless as a Force Wave would have. "Revan? Is that you?"

[RobQel-Droma]

"It is, or its either some average Joe with the same name and same memories." Revan walked forward to see the newcomers in more light.

 

"Tysy...." She was here; he was very glad of that. With her help, even if she had been once stripped of the force, he stood a much greater chance of understanding the mysteries of this place. "And I see you brought a few of my other friends back, too." He smiled as he saw HK.