Shaken by a tremendous crash of thunder.
Give your free will a chance! You've got to want to succeed!
“A heavy thunder shattered the deep sleep in my head, so that I came to myself, like someone woken by force, and standing up, I moved my eyes, now refreshed, and looked round, steadily, to find out what place I was in. I found myself, in truth, on the brink of the valley of the sad abyss that gathers the thunder of an infinite howling. It was so dark, and deep, and clouded, that I could see nothing by staring into its depths.” ― Dante Alighieri
1. A bitter tale of lingering hopes.
On a distant, lush planet in a remote long-forgotten star system. In front of some archaic, enchanted ruins mostly surrounded by luxuriant vegetation. A faint breeze, rustling leaves and humming trees wouldn't let our protagonist get a wink of sleep.
It was a relatively cold dawn as the sun was rising over the sea. She was staring off into the distance shifting her gaze towards the sun. The red dwarf star was casting a dim light on her face revealing her pristine blue eyes. She was leaning against an outside wall thinking about the recent developments concerning her partner that left in search of an increasing menace that threatened to disrupt and irrevocably change the galaxy.
She composed herself and moved away from the masonry brown wall. Her double-bladed lightsaber was hanging from her belt. She folded her arms and looked up at the sky wondering if she'd see him again. She looked stern and solemn for a moment feeling the cold breeze engulfing her.
All of a sudden, her pensive mood was disturbed by a silky, soothing voice. It was but one word, but it was clear and she recognized it for what it was. It made her feel warm and felicitous. It was merely one word that filled her with a fervent hope.
A fair amount of crimson clouds rolled in and rain instantly started beating down. She froze up as some recent memories came flooding back. She remembered a grotesque scene where she and a black hooded figure were standing in front of the Jedi council willingly inclined to share their hands-on experience and unconventional wisdom regarding the Force with the revered Jedi Masters, but their explanations fell deaf on ears and were dismissed out of hand. Bastila's fall from grace was as heavy as the rain pelting down on her soaked Jedi robes. She came to herself and decided to return to her orange starship with brown stripes on its wings.
On her way back to the ship, her eyes were already misting over. Jedi's rejection reduced her high hopes to the rubble. She sensed that Jedi were downright appalled by Revan's return and that they would have imposed a substantial sentence on him had he not saved the galaxy from a certain fall.
She was now walking through an abundant forest. Her mind was crystal clear. Instantly the leaves rustled as someone stepped on a twig crunching it and sending echoes through the forest. Bastila could hear a characteristic hiss and hum of a lightsaber somewhere behind the dense trees. A white figure stepped into the light revealing white hair and dim blue eyes filled with liquid hatred.
"We have a score to settle" said the mysterious figure raising her blue blade towards our protagonist. "That's a funny way to go about it. I'm fairly confused as to what brings you before me though. I sense a great deal of pent-up rage inside of you, Atris. There's no need to engage in a fight." Bastila and her opponent held each other's gaze for a few seconds. Our heroine smirked and took the liberty to quote Revan "There's no emotion, there is peace."
Without hesitation, Atris launched at Bastila. Her azure blade whirling like a wind each time missing Shan by mere centimeters. Finally, Bastila ignited one yellow lightsaber intercepting Atris' furious horizontal swing. There was a clash for a while. Shan's smile was met with her antagonist cold lifeless stare. At this point, Bastila force-pushed her adversary sending her tumbling into a tree. Atris stood up relatively quick and at the same time Shan ignited her second blade preparing herself for an enraged attack.
Atris was amazed by Bastila's skills, to say the least. Her pensive mood was broken by Bastila's voice. "I assume you're a rouge Jedi just as Meetra said. You'll have to face the Council this time." Atris cut down a tree blocking Shan's way. Atris managed to quickly run away with her tail between her legs. "She must have been appalled by Revan's return and she decided to take it out on me as though she hoped to hurt not me but Revan." mumbled Bastila switching off her double-bladed Jedi weapon.
Upon returning to her starship, Shan sat comfortably in her seat, primed the engine and flew away disappearing behind crimson clouds.
