Darth Revan's warship floats in space, and the sight would be almost peaceful, were it not for the Republic cruisers honing in. The Sith fleet turns to face them, fighters start streaming from hangar bays.
The Republic Army has the upper hand, for now.
Revan yanks back, reflexively, almost startled.
She defends herself. Of course she does. But she's on her back foot now.
The Jedi has the upper hand, could press the attack.
But they wait, fear in their eyes as they look at Bastila.
It's a fear that Bastila echoes, not understanding why she warned Revan-
The Jedi shakes off Bastila's feelings, and presses forward anyway.
Bastila isn't sure whether it was her or Revan who reaches out, flinging out a hand towards them.
She does know it's her power that flares out, flashing blindingly bright.
"No- no, no no no-"
Bastila's hands are shaking, her emotions pulsing through the Bond-
Revan lowers her lightsaber slightly. Evaluating Bastila.
Pushing a question across.
What did she do?
Panic electifies along the Bond, and then-
Revan can see how Bastila's battle mediation flared out, overpowering the Jedi's will to fight so much that it sent them unconscious.
"Your control is poor," she observes, voice low. "You need more training."
"It's a very uncommon practice!" Bastila hisses.
And then flinches. "I- I shouldn't have-"
She observes Bastila for a moment.
"I can teach you."
Down the bond: the offer is, in fact, genuine.
She's annoyed, and wistful, and a bit sad, and frustrated.
"I am only the enemy of fools who don't listen."
"And of those who don't want their world razed in your pursuit for power-"
Frustration. She isn't used to having to explain herself. Usually isn't the one doing recruiting. Thinks razing worlds is wasteful, of course it is, it weakens their final position, but they need to consolidate - need to work together, and isn't that what Bastila is doing? Coordinating, so the whole may win, even if some parts have to be sacrificed?
"You don't know the meaning of sacrifice-"
Something bright and painful flares along the Bond.
Revan weathers it.
"And yet you sit here arguing with me, while my friend cuts up your fleet."
That does catch Bastila's attention, and then-
She turns her back on Revan, closes her eyes, and then Revan can feel the flood of power coming from her, echoing throughout.
Malak's fleet weakens, and the Republic finds a foothold in the battle.
She smiles, behind her mask.
And steps toward Bastila.
"You're stronger than anyone knows," she says, idly. "An asset to the galaxy."
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