The World Around Turned Out To Be A Lie So Malak Followed Passion.

The world around turned out to be a lie so Malak followed passion.

Peace is a lie as well, and it happened Revan was such a good liar when betrayed everything that had been essentially important for both of them before.

His own world is a lie and Malak probably miss those times it was different...

The truth is that it's never been different...

The Exile: Hmmm... And what will happen if Mal and I die fulfilling your plan?

Revan: Die? While you're both supposed to be personal realizers of my plans you're not allowed to die!

One Shot dealing with Revan and the Exile’s interaction on Dantooine after Malak was captured by Mandalorians (we know that, Revan and the Exile aren’t fully aware of what happened yet). (1640 words) Not sure I managed to reflect all that I wanted in the way I wanted, but... probably, one day I’ll cope with that and write something different and a bit better.

Description:  Mandalorian attacks and Malak's disappearance on his way to a Mandalorian base shocked both Revan and Peter. They are willing to act, but their own thoughts and proximity to a powerful source of the dark side do not help them. These are probably only beginnings of what they have to get involved in.

Notes:

- Peter Brookman is a name of the future Exile; - I wanted to reflect Revan and Peter's uncertainty over the future just before the war, their interaction, some shades of friendship, a bit of night Dantooine's vibes (and also sort of unconscious thoughts and feelings about the future events???); - English isn't my native language so there must be some mistakes; - The title wasn't initially inspired by the Scorpion's song but later I found out that certain lines fit perfectly to the atmosphere!

It may or may not go with Deep and Dark by Scorpions, it depends on a reader.

“It's deep and dark Deep down in my heart lt's deep and dark Since we've been apart...”

Deep and Dark by Scorpions

Drew this a few days ago and posted it on my Patreon. It’s a warmup sketch of my player character from the Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic videogame! It’s the game that first made me fall in love with choice-driven RPG’s. Need to replay it ASAP! (I used “Beau’s Greasy Pencil” brush on Clip Studio to draw this, it’s got a cool texture and is fun to use.)

One of the Dantooine masters: We have to comprehend the power of your Force abilities and help you fully control it.

Amnesiac Revan: Hmmmm... I'm pretty sure, I'm not down with that!

One of the masters: Either we are dealing with your Force sensitivness and abilities or it may happen Darth Malak will get interested in it in a while.

Amnesiac Revan: Wonderful! To fall into the clutches of the total maniac or to get into the hands of global manipulators... Extremely difficult choice to make!

Не с теми я, кто бросил землю На растерзание врагам. Их грубой лести я не внемлю, Им песен я своих не дам. Но вечно жалок мне изгнанник, Как заключенный, как больной. Темна твоя дорога, странник, Полынью пахнет хлеб чужой. А здесь, в глухом чаду пожара Остаток юности губя, Мы ни единого удара Не отклонили от себя. И знаем, что в оценке поздней Оправдан будет каждый час... Но в мире нет людей бесслезней, Надменнее и проще нас.

Анна Ахматова, Июль 1922

They're not my kind who left the land To enemies and plundering. I do not heed their vulgar praise. My songs are not for them to sing.

But I ever do I grieve the exile, Like inmates, like the nearly dead. Dark is the road you wander, rover, As wormwood fills your foreign bread.

But here at home where conflagrations Consume the last of youth, we go Unbeaten by the blast, our bodies Did not deflect a single blow.

We know a later reckoning Shall vindicate each hour's pain. We are the tearless of the earth. We are the proud. We are the plain.

Anna Akhmatova 

July, 1922