I want to share one of my creations from three, four or five years ago. Then I, inspired after the twentieth passage Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic, I decided, with childish naivety, to write something like a book based on it. But by nature I don’t know how to devote myself to one thing for a long time, so the story remained unfinished. However, it seems to me that there is still something in it… In general, you be the judge.
Note: by the way, I played this game without cutscenes, so I didn’t know many of the details that were in them. So the narrative is more likely a fantasy or an alternative retelling of events. Hope you like it!
Chapter 1. Vision of the past
Chapter 1. Vision of the past.
Space. Thousands of fighters, dozens of ships. The darkness is torn apart by numerous mutual spitting of laser guns, lazily sailing cruisers. There’s a battle going on! Battle between the forces of the Republic and the Sith Empire. In a firestorm, ships disappear one after another, both from the friendly and enemy sides. The outcome of this battle was already decided. The clear superiority of the Empire was obvious. But this massacre was not intended to be a victory. The target was just one single cruiser, or rather the target was a person. But what kind of person is this?. The great Jedi, a follower of light and justice, who saved the Republic from what seemed like an inevitable collapse in the Mandlorean War… A man who went over to the dark side, teamed up with the Sith, became the Lord of Darkness and the Emperor. This man’s name is Darth Revan. The Lord of Darkness, in a gloomy dark robe that had seen his rise from an ordinary Jedi to the leader of the Sith, and with a mask that radiated only cold and death, which carefully hid his face, long forgotten even by himself, watched this grandiose battle from the command bridge.
He kept his gaze on every enemy fighter that managed to bypass the deadly turbo-laser blasts. The Lord of Darkness noticed that there were even too many of them… He plunged into the Force in search of an answer. Oh, well, of course! It seems that Bastila Shen herself took part in this death parade! During the Mandlorean War, he tried to recruit her, like many other Jedi, to help the Republic forces resist. But her consciousness was too poisoned by these senile dogmas of the Jedi to join them… Although her abilities would have been very useful in the war of that time. Bastila has a unique opportunity: to influence the morality of all living creatures… She can inspire “her” soldiers and lower the spirit of the enemy. Masters call this combat meditation. Often she alone can fight a completely hopeless battle. This is no longer order! We need to contact Malak.
Hmm… Everything is going according to plan! It was too hopeless a battle. Looks like that day has come. It’s his day. DARTH MALAK Day. The first follower and student of Revan, who was only two steps short of becoming the Lord of Darkness himself. But he was in many ways superior to his “master”. He adopted the Jedi for the Mandlorean War, he helped solve the riddles of the Star Maps, he took the blow that crippled his face… he was even taller than Revan! Only the fact that the teacher was more cunning than the student made the first Lord of Darkness… But today Malak knew that this was his day!
The student, with his arms crossed, stood in front of the large observation window on the captain’s bridge. Patterns were burned into the skin, grayed and tormented by the endless influence of the dark side of the Force, the meaning of which is known only to their owner, and to the owner’s teacher. Around the figure of the student, captains, pilots, navigators, gunners, feedmen, dispatchers, signalmen, soldiers and other consumables ran around the deck and did their work. The entire bridge, as well as all the rooms of the cruiser and all the uniforms of the personnel, were cast in an oppressive gray tint. There were cases when recruits simply could not withstand such stress… If this happened next to General Malak, then the punishment occurred immediately and mercilessly. This approach has always been effective and stimulated us to work with greater efficiency. Just now: the head of communications quickly and, at the same time, respectfully approached the Sith general. He knew that there was no need to call the general in the back: the Sith himself saw what was happening around him, as if he had eyes all over his head. The moment dragged on for an eternity, and then the Sith made a deep wheeze, clearing the vocoder that helps him communicate, and spoke:
– I’m listening to you, adjutant.
“Lord Malak,” the chief communications officer felt that his throat had become very dry in the last few seconds, he cleared his throat and continued. – “Pattern of Darkness” wants to contact us.
"Pattern of Darkness", hmm, teacher Revan… well, well.
— Display on the main screen.
The adjutant nodded quickly, turned to the junior signalman sitting at the control panel and looking impatiently at the senior in rank, and snapped his fingers, having previously depicted an intricate gesture used by the command staff of any more or less large ships for quick cooperation of actions. “Junior” made several manipulations over the terminal, and a holographic screen with a portrait of the Lord of Darkness flashed in front of the observation window. Darth Malak, hiding his hatred, bowed low and submissively.
– Yes, my Master.
– Darth Malak, I sense the presence of Bastila and several Jedi. This fight may not be as easy for us as we think. Be alert, my student, see that there is no demoralization in your ranks.
– As you say, teacher.
The screen blinked several times, Malak felt the master’s penetrating gaze on him and tried to hide all his feelings under the heavy armor of distance and Force, after which the screen went dark, again revealing a view of the battle to Malak. Wonderful! If the Sith could, he would have smiled widely and ominously: this self-confident idiot has no idea about anything. He doesn’t know about his student’s plans, doesn’t realize the potential of the Star Forge, doesn’t know that today is his day!
Eh… concentration, concentration, concentration, concentration. The https://casholotcasino.co.uk/games/ battle is hard and even very hard. To tip the scales in her favor, Bastila plunged deeply into the abyss of the Force, into the minds of ordinary pilots of the Republic, pulling the threads responsible for morale, and into the brains of enemy commanders-in-chief, so that the high dedication of the enemy would make their confidence in victory shake. Oh, how not easy it is! But the main thing is to reach the “Pattern of Darkness”! There everything will be decided, there she will end this bloody war, and Revan will return to the light.
Bastila sat cross-legged, alone in her quarters on the Endar Spire. She was very modest, but a Jedi doesn’t need frills. Bastila’s eyes were tightly closed, sweat poured from her forehead, her shoulders trembled from time to time – this marked the death of another Republican pilot. Despite this, anyone present in this room with her would feel warmth, energy, encouragement, inspiration. This is exactly what Kirsha felt when she entered the cabin of such a gifted Jedi.
— Bastila Shen, we will soon arrive at the Pattern of Darkness.
“Excellent,” Shen answered after a pause without leaving her trance. – Do your job, I’ll help.
Padawan Kirsha bowed silently and left. She felt a surge of strength and the will to live. Not even because of Battle Meditation, and not even because of Bastila’s presence on the ship, which in itself guarantees that they will survive, but because the main pilot of this ship is a great hero of the Mandlorian War, who has seen more battles than the entire command staff of the Endar Spire – Carth Onansi!
“Mm yes… Great! The fight is still the same! And what are these Jedi counting on?? Not at all rational! If you want to inflict real damage on your enemy, you must outnumber him by at least twice. To get to the Supreme Commander – four times. Oh, those self-confident Jedi… Where were they during the Mandlorian War??! We sat, quietly huddled in a corner and that’s it. Like, a senseless waste of lives, the dark side and similar Jedi nonsense. And now what’s happening? Now this senseless waste is being done. Oh, these are their Jedi excuses and explanations: “I feel with the Force…” or “The Force tells me…” or “We have a presentiment…”. Ugh, you! How long can you rely on one “Strength”?! A true strategist takes everything into account. Ugh… But still, we must admit: this Power of theirs is not some kind of hack. This is true. Often, relying on the Force, the Jedi commander made cunning maneuvers that only a true genius of the battlefield could calculate…"
Carth Onansi made all these thoughts in his head, deftly maneuvering between deadly ion discharges from terrible laser turrets. Partial roll, flip, loop, another roll, dive, peak… And so it continues for one standard hour, twenty-three standard minutes, fourteen standard seconds! Kart caught himself that as he approached the “Pattern of Darkness” it became, how shall I say, well, more fun, to fight back and maneuver between the endless strokes of laser shots. Undoubtedly, Bastila’s Battle Meditation is having an effect.
The main hangar of the flagship is already visible. It’s time to concentrate. Chopping during such battles always simply disappeared from Kart’s consciousness, even the panel for him disappeared. All actions over the long years of war have been brought to automaticity. The only thing Kart saw was the porthole and everything that was behind it.
“Sooo! Shields. Hangar shield generators on the sides. Now be careful..! Turn left! Aim! Pli! Great!»
The protective field generators lazily and reluctantly explode, scattering their “guts” in space. The shield twitched, turned pale and disappeared completely.
— All sublight to full!
The team began to stir, and Kart felt himself pressed a little into the chair. Thanks to the powerful stabilizers: they take all the loads of sudden acceleration and braking on themselves, otherwise the whole team would have been scattered from all these Kartos maneuvers, tricks and pretzels. Now was the crucial moment: in the event of depressurization, the automation closes the hangar with a tight “damper”, which cannot be penetrated even with several hits from a heavy-caliber torpedo from a republican cruiser. Oh! Here, as luck would have it, fighter jets are looming! A sharp peak, in order to evade a flying enemy; barrel – the laser discharge is already behind; a sharp loop – another nimble rushing under the nozzles is bypassed! The hangar is two-thirds closed! Dive towards the narrowing gap… Yes! Yes. YES. We slipped through! Now it’s just a matter of small things: all that remains is to slow down the speed as soon as possible and find a good place to land safely among all this crowd of soldiers..
– A very desperate act! – Darth Revan’s loud bass thundered across the bridge.
Whoever it is, he’s a very skilled pilot. His maneuvers are too good even with Bastila’s support. It would be a shame to kill him! But there is no other way. He is under the influence of Battle Meditation and will fight to the end… his end.
— Observation screen of hangar No. 15! – Lord of Darkness, looked at the screen that immediately appeared. There the dashing pilot spun in circles while slowing down. Since the hangar was very extensive, and the pilot was very talented, he did it quite well. – Send a squad of attack aircraft to hangar No. 15, post red squads at the exits from the hangar! NK-47!
— Appeal: I’m listening, my lord! – responded the protocol droid of the Star Forge and personal bodyguard of Darth Revan.
— Guard the entrance to the captain’s bridge!
— Statement: It will be done, my lord!
Everyone rustled. How Revan loves such activity! He smiled slightly. Naturally, no one noticed this behind the mask. The Lord looked after NK, who had just departed. He assembled it with the help of the Star Forge and his repair abilities. Well, with the help of the Force, of course. He put his soul into NK. This unique droid is as loyal to him as a bantha is to its Tuskent rider. Yes, this droid won’t let him down! Revan nodded imperceptibly and turned back to the observation screen of Hangar No. 15.
There the battle was in full swing. There were two Jedi operating there, Revan recognized Bastila in one, and the captain, as far as the Lord of Darkness understood, was animatedly shooting at the arriving troops; no one else who arrived stood out from the crowd. Bastila skillfully rotated her yellow laser staff (by the way, the invention of Exar Kun, the greatest Sith who ever existed), gracefully deflecting laser shots; another, with a single blue sword, deftly cut off the hands of the most careless soldiers; the commander… and the commander suspiciously resembled someone. The Lord of Darkness strained and focused his vision on him… Yes, this is Carth Onansi! No wonder they prescribed such pretzels. During the Mandlorian War, Revan had the opportunity to communicate with Carth, he is an excellent pilot, a good shooter and a strong fighter – a real warrior! Still, it’s really a pity that there’s no way to recruit him. And not because of Bastila, but because of his loyalty to the Republic, equal to the loyalty of NK to his master.
Such a campaign could reach the Lord of Darkness. He felt a threat, but not from the boarding party, but from somewhere else. From space. Hm.
— Increase the power of shields on the bridge!
Everyone started fussing again. But it’s time for Lord Revan to help him out: soon the “guests” will arrive..
Kirsha hit another soldier and gave herself little respite. Since they arrived, the number of stormtroopers has decreased noticeably. They did not shoot confidently and were close to uncontrollable panic. All this was very helpful. Kirsha still had little understanding of the Force, she wielded a sword like an ordinary “ordinary” Jedi, but Bastila found potential in her. It was Bastila who insisted that Kirsha be included in the command structure of the Endar Spire. During the time they met, Bastila taught Kirsha a little about Battle Meditation, so if something happens, she can help!
A few more shots from Kart, a few reflected charges from Bastila, and the hangar was completely empty of stormtroopers. Great!
– Red Squad, guard the Endar Spire! – Carth commanded, – Blue squad will come with us!
Bastila approached Kirsha.
-You stay on the ship.
– But…
“You stay on the ship,” Bastila repeated slowly and clearly. – You are more needed here! Guard the ship! They can send a squad against him. Sit in my cabin and practice some Battle Meditation.
– OK. But I could be more useful there, the red squad can easily repel the attack.
— The effect of my Battle Meditation will end soon, but if you meditate even a little, you will strengthen it twice. So it’s better to stay here, I feel like it will save us.
-Have it your way, Bastila. May the Force be with you!
– May the Force be with us! – the talented Jedi answered, smiling.
Kirsha went to the ship, at the very entrance she suddenly turned around. Only now she realized that she had never paid attention to Bastila’s appearance. She grinned: after all, she worked with her for a year and a half, but she didn’t notice what her partner looked like. Although she didn’t really stand out for a Jedi. Bastila has a good, tight-fitting robe, which was distinguished from other similar ones by a beautiful pattern, which, as they say, was made by the hostess herself. Her face is quite cute, and her head has a simple hairstyle consisting of two braids. But many Jedi found it “stylish”, because the Order limits all small “delights”, such as jewelry. To be stylish in such conditions is a real miracle! For this Kirsha respected Bastila. Unfortunately, she couldn’t even come close to her level of charm. For this, Kirsha envied Bastila, although she knew that such thoughts lead to the dark side.
No! She won’t think about it! Her job is too important! Now is a crucial moment – perhaps the war will end today!
Kirsha went to Bastila’s cabin and entered a deep trance..
This is triumph! Darth Malak saw the ship, identified as the Endar Spire, deftly maneuvering between lasers and fighters, penetrate into the hangar, which was closed from depressurization. Darth Malak sensed that Bastila and a large boarding party were there. Darth Malak knew what she was about to do. And he knew what he was going to do..
— Stop firing with the main caliber and reload it! Shields at 100%! Fight back with small and medium caliber!
The commands were given – everyone on the bridge began to move much more actively. Well, they have their job, the Sith has his. The student closed his eyes and sank deeply into the Force. He focused his perception on hangar, it seems, No. 15. Yes, now he saw everything before his eyes, like an outside spectator, as if he were sitting in front of the screen of a cheap holofilm. The battle, during which Malak noticed another Jedi, lasted several minutes there, then one could see how the commander and Force paladins dispersed: an unfamiliar Jedi, along with a small detachment, boarded the Endar Spire; others, led by Bastila and a certain commander, went deep into the “Pattern of Darkness”. Suddenly, Darth Malak felt someone else’s presence: someone else began to use Battle Meditation. This is bad, very bad. The Jedi have this unpleasant property: their Strength increases exponentially as their number increases – two Jedi are like four; four is like sixteen etc.d. Even if a Jedi is poor at Combat Meditation, he can significantly prolong its effect and increase the strength of its impact. Not good! The dark student opened his eyes, turned around and looked at his subordinates – their faces noticeably faded. Malak began to look for the most nervous. Yeah, that one on the right is quite worried and trembling! Malak’s heart filled with rage and anger, he clenched his fists to his white knuckles. A bluish light began to escape from the brushes, the fingers began to sparkle. The entire bridge crew turned around at the sound of a crash. The rage accumulated and accumulated, burning the fists and now it peaked – the hands unclenched, a bright light flashed, blue lightning burst from the fingers, accompanying its appearance with loud monstrous roars, like a wild beast breaking free. His howl was echoed by the cry of a nervous navigator, straining in pain. All those present with bated breath, holding their breath, looked at this terrible spectacle. A few seconds and the rage disappeared, exhausted itself, leaving nothing in the heart. The hands relaxed, the fingers withered, the lightning disappeared and fell silent. There was deathly silence. Some swallowed nervously, looking at the smoldering body that had just been working on the control panel. From the corpse, everyone slowly turned their gaze to the Sith; he looked menacingly at not everyone present. No words were required – everyone understood everything and continued working. More diligently. Wonderful! Darth Malak would grin if he could.
A slow turn towards the porthole, where a beautiful view of the slowly floating “Pattern of Darkness” opened up. Eyes closed. The Sith began to go through every thread of the Force, looking for Bastila. Oh she’s come a long way! Will soon reach the bridge. Now the main thing is to get the moment right. Darth Malak smiled mentally: “Soon! Very soon!»
Helplessness. This is how Carth feels around the Jedi. They are far superior to him in almost every respect. One Jedi is worth a hundred like him. This, well, really annoyed him! They do something that simply cannot be comprehended by mere mortals: wield a sword, which, with any minor mistake, can kill its owner; use it to reflect laser shots that travel so fast that their flight is almost impossible to see; they use the Force, which works such miracles that sometimes it seems impossible. But it all exists and is happening right now before his eyes. Bastila threw her sword-staff at the chest of a nearby man (who, naturally, immediately felt sick), then she, bending down from the burst of laser discharges, intercepted her “working tool” and, somersaulting, plunged it into the stomach of the soldier who had just shot at her.
Carth noticed that the stormtroopers were losing their will to live. It’s just that somehow they don’t try to evade and survive. What terrible things does this “Power” do?! Meanwhile, the detachment led by Carth and Bastila began to approach the bridge. The detachments encountered along the way became weaker and weaker, but Kart felt in his gut that a “cordial” welcome would await them at the entrance to the bridge. An experienced soldier pilot could only guess what they would have to face at the entrance to the bridge. But they won’t have to guess for long – they don’t have far to go..
“They don’t have far to go…” the Lord of Darkness remarked to himself. Not that he’s worried about it. No. He felt through the Force that something was going wrong. Something, after all, threatens him, but that’s what? Or who? Indirectly, the Sith Lord guessed who could be the source of such a threat, but he did not want to believe it. The threat thinks it’s not suspected. No matter how it is! Everyone who plans something already gives the Lord of Darkness the opportunity to find out about it through the Force. Now, if the actions were spontaneous, then Revan would have found out about them at the last moment.
– Through the next corridor they will find themselves at the entrance to the bridge. Place a rifle squad in front of the door!
All armed soldiers on the bridge occupied the perimeter in front of the entrance and partly on the sides. The guns are cocked, the position is taken. All. The ambush is ready. Darth Revan crossed his arms over his chest: all that remains is to wait..
Darth Malak followed the progress of the squad, and so they reached the entrance to the captain’s bridge, where they were met with a thermal grenade by NK-47. Yes, this droid is a real work of art! It could be useful to Malacca in the future, but nothing would work with it – it was programmed and debugged by Darth Revan himself, which means he foresaw everything. The first grenade thrown killed half the squad. The commander barely managed to save Bastila from the explosion. It seems that our great and talented Jedi did not foresee this! Ha ha ha! She was saved only by this experienced commander, for whom Malak felt respect. Meanwhile, the commander responded to the droid in kind, throwing an ion grenade at him – a deadly weapon against electronics and droids. Here NK’s excellent reflexes showed themselves: when the grenade was already flying over the center of the corridor, a red-plated droid – NK shot at it. It exploded without hitting anyone. Well, they’re pretty worthy rivals! Next, a burst of rapid-fire rifle fire followed from the NK side, the result: almost the entire detachment, which did not have time to hide, fell under a hail of numerous shots. The only survivors were Bastila and the commander, who hid behind the wall. A few seconds of silence passed. Then again and again. Ha! It seems they are waiting for this droid to have such low intelligence that he will come to them. No no. NK is the most advanced droid known to science, his intelligence is so unique that in many respects it is no lower and even higher than the intelligence of a sentient being! And the NK-47 will not just stand there all this time. A second grenade flew from the droid, which ricocheted against the wall and flew around the corner, behind which the two survivors were hiding. Before the explosion occurred, two people escaped screaming from there: Bastila and the captain. What despair! It seems that NK was a little confused by this – he obviously expected smarter actions on their part. However, the condition is met – the command is run. Everything acts like a reflex: an enemy has appeared – shoot! A barrage of shots fell on those running. Tens of discharges per second, when a maximum of two or three is enough to kill. Bastila, running ahead, took out her laser sword and began to spin it so fast that it seemed as if she had a glowing shield in her hand. All the shots seemed to flow around this shield. When the droid was only a couple of meters away, Bastila made a powerful leap, bringing her sword down on NK. But, to her surprise, the sword did not pass through the droid like a knife through warm butter; when it met an obstacle, it only sparkled in protest. What did you think, young lady?? What’s the last thing they’ll leave you with a rundown droid?? The skin of the NK is cast in the Star Forge from an alloy of durasteel with cortosis. The first is the strongest material, on the basis of which spaceships and high-rise buildings with 200 floors are built; the second is a rare mineral resistant to a laser sword. This probably didn’t surprise Bastila much, because the next moment she launched a series of blows that, although they didn’t chop the droid into cabbage, made him fall to his knees and lean against the door leading to the bridge. This won them precious seconds. Darth Malak himself guessed how Bastila would use them. And she was not mistaken: while the droid was rising heavily from the floor, she, deactivating the sword, put her hand on the “head” of NK-47. A hissing was heard from there, smoke poured out of NK’s eye sockets, he froze… Then, with a limp body, he simply took it and fell to the floor. Now nothing stood between Bastila and her goal. Maybe.
– Karth, nothing stands between me and Darth Revan, perhaps. This droid was difficult to completely deactivate – I only disabled the servos and the consciousness core.
– But, it can be activated at any time!
— I know, we don’t have time to look for methods to completely deactivate it. If you shoot him, he will most likely explode. Let’s drag him further. If he suddenly activates, then shoot him in the eye sockets and immediately run away so that the blast wave does not hurt him too much!
“I think I’ll then have to constantly keep him at gunpoint to cover our rears.”.
– Fine.
Bastila approached the powerful entrance door of the bridge; it was not locked, but simply closed. An obvious trap! The girl reached out with the Force beyond this door, but something dark prevented her from recognizing the location of the squad’s forces. It feels like she’s trying to see something in a dark pool. Darth Revan is hiding the location of every fighter in this ambush. And hides it pretty well! Well then..
– We no longer have grenades. — Cart said, guessing his partner’s thoughts.
– What should we do?? If we open these doors right now, barrage fire from blasters will rain down on us, which, with all my diligence, I will not be able to completely reflect.
“Calm down,” Kart suddenly said, smiling mysteriously. — I came up with a good plan.
On the other side of the powerful bridge doors, unbearable grinding sounds for human hearing were heard, which are usually heard when metal rubs against metal. Revan didn’t care: he knew what was happening behind the doors. He took a couple of steps back. The next moment, the doors opened and the immobilized NK-47 fell out. The reaction followed immediately, even though it was not the enemy flying at them. Everything happened at the level of combat reflexes. If a Sith always died, then, well, at least somehow, he tried to inflict maximum damage on the enemy. Taking into account this, one might say, tradition, Revan designed the NK-47. Having encountered about three dozen shots, the mechanism in the droid triggered, and its head jumped out of its neck with a bang. Now in place of the head of NK’s body there was a bomb, which, after some seconds of hesitation, exploded.
Malak continued to watch events unfold. After the droid exploded, many soldiers were scattered across the deck. Darth Malak noticed that the commander had suffered a lot, so much so that he simply passed out. In fact, only two people stood firmly on their feet: Bastila and Darth Revan. They silently activated their swords, a formidable battle to the death began. During this battle, there was a dialogue, which Malak decided to skip after all, because it was time for him to start implementing his daring plan..
-Adjutant, we aim the main and large caliber guns at the bridge of the Pattern of Darkness!
It became much quieter on deck; in fact, only the instruments broke this awkward silence. Darth Malak put on the most determined and menacing look he could make with his missing jaw. He was not going to say anything, making it clear that what he said was a direct order from his superiors, which could not be discussed. His personnel were always loyal to him, but the student felt something foreign. Yes, exactly! This is the battle meditation of that Jedi! Oh, what a bad time! Well, okay, now he will raise their morale… That’s when the adjutant decided to speak:
-B-but, Lord Malak. "Pattern of Darkness" is our cruiser and even more, there is your teacher and Lord of the Sith.
-I know it, captain! – Darth Malak said in a grave voice. – And you should know what I do with those who discuss my orders!
-B-but Darth Re..
The adjutant was unable to finish: the powerful hand of Darth Malak grabbed the throat of such an indecisive subordinate and lifted the unfortunate man 30 cm from the floor. Before everyone heard the crunch of a broken neck, Malak said to the adjutant:
-You won’t let me down again, captain.
The careless officer went limp. Darth Malak with force and Force threw his body onto the deck, so much so that you could hear what happened to his spine. The dark disciple put into this throw all the anger that he felt towards all the Jedi and towards Bastila in particular, all the anger from just the thought that something could prevent him from carrying out his brilliant plans to usurp the mantle of the Lord of Darkness. That’s why the crunch of the former adjutant’s broken bones echoed so loudly throughout the command bridge. Every team member had a very dumbfounded face. Some felt fear, some anger, others sadness, but everyone knew that he would be the next one if he continued to stand still, doing nothing.
-I take command of the ship. – explained the Sith.
Malak previously commanded the cruiser Liberty Banner during the Mandlorian War, so he has a lot of experience in this area. Several teams and now the guns are aimed at the captain’s bridge of the "Pattern of Darkness". The thought flashed that Bastila had finally achieved her goal: she had detained him, forced him to waste precious minutes! Perhaps she will even have a chance to survive… Darth Malak plunged into the Force: Bastila won the battle. Very good! Now that Revan is weakened, it will be very convenient to strike!
-Prepare to shoot! – the arrows tensed. – Pli-i.
A little excerpt from the original soundtrack for the mood:
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