Female 12 has won, I will assemble the character sheet after this post.
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The shuttle touches down smoothly and safely, even as you detect the barely-muffled burst of blaster fire and shouts of close combat echoing in the distance through the walls. The battle was formally finished, but the troops landing on the surface would be bogged down with the grinding fight to stabilize control for months; a planet like Coruscant can be captured swiftly, but it it takes time more than anything to make this swarming hive of a world truly
submit.
Still, the fighting was done enough for your comfort, and it was time to inspect your conquest in person. If there was still danger on the planet, it would not be to your person.
The entry ramp to the shuttle extends down to meet polished, silvery stone, and you descend down to finally step foot on Coruscant.
The point of your arrival is not the Galactic Senate building, all constant construction and expansion to accommodate more old men, but the true center of power you made sure to capture first: the Jedi Temple. As you walk out from under the shuttle and look up, you see it in all its monumental grandeur, lit by the remaining working electrical lights and the flickering fires left in the scars where heavy weapons hit the edifice. The five towers still stand, but you can see one leaning dreadfully inward and another missing a large chunk of wall and exposing its inner structure. The place is quiet, you sense no hiding Jedi to dog you, nor can you sense more than a faint echo of the famous Force Nexus the Jedi congregated around. It is a dead place now, abandoned and quiet, and with its fall you feel certain the Jedi cannot rise to challenge you again.
There is a crowd of soldiers, droids, and Dark Jedi standing at attention before you, and as you step towards them they part like water to form a corridor to the Jedi Temple for you. All except one.
Bastila smiles at your approach, and descends to one knee in a deep bow to you, both hands outstretched to the ground in genuflection. "The Temple has fallen as you commanded, Lord Revan. Only a few Jedi remained and they were easily exterminated under your inexorable force."
You reach down and beckon for her to rise, and she follows your motions without hesitation. You can feel her through your shared Force Bond, a constant connection giving insight into each other, and when you look deep within her at this moment you see only the fires of the Dark Side: smoldering passion and obsession for you, and hatred for the Jedi blossoming into joy at their defeat. It is intoxicating to feel her presence so deeply, and you know that it is the same for her.
"You have done well, Bastila. If the war isn't finished with this, anything else is a formality. Let's discuss this further going into the Temple; I want to examine it now that it is mine."
"As you wish, my Lord," she bows her head again and turns to walk by your side through the crowd of your forces. Once you clear them they do not follow, and you and Bastila walk alone down the avenue of crumbling Jedi statues and up the grand staircase.
"Have you ever been to this Temple before?" you ask while removing your mask and shaking loose the single thick braid of your hair down your back. Your face is no longer a secret, you traveled for too long and too openly, recently, but it still pays to maintain appearances and to be more a symbol than a woman of flesh and blood.
"Only a few times," she speaks almost dismissively. "When the Council wished to examine my Battle Meditation, or when they needed me to receive orders."
You enter the great mezzanine of the Temple, a grand hallway stretching down its length with steps down into equally grand halls of study and convocation on either side. Here too there are scars of battle, and bodies intermittently scattered along the way being dragged away one by one by scavenger droids. "I saw you here, once, you know."
"Hmm?" You can tell Bastila alludes to your past life... the old Revan, the time for which you have no true memories, and immediately has your interest.
"It was when I was still a Padawan, a slave to the Jedi Masters and their rules. You and Malak were rallying supporters to go join you against the Mandalorians. Malak stood there, bloviating above the crowd, while you simply stood there and spoke when needed. I recall your words being far more influential, for that matter, in getting more of the audience to speak out and join you."
"Impressive. I don't have memories of that time, but it doesn't take much to imagine Malak talking too much."
"I am sure your memories will return before long, my master. We grow too strong in the Force not to be able to get them back."
"Perhaps." You shrug, but deep down something unsettles you. What if your memories won't truly return, ever? Are you truly Revan, or simply a new Dark Lord grown in her body and from her power of the Force. It is a fear that haunts you some nights, but also a fear to give you power in a fight: in violence and conquest, that is where what you can only call instinct has its way, and you feel most true to the idea of "Darth Revan."
"Tell me, Bastila, what do you see as our path, now that the Republic and the Jedi lie defeated?" You come to a stop somewhere near the middle of the Temple, resting by a pristine stone pillar.
"I will do whatever you command of me, my master, be it new conquests with my Battle Meditation or following you elsewhere in the Galaxy." She is quick to answer, looking up at you with determination as if the question was a test and she wants validation that she chose the correct answer. Her face, however, shifts slightly to a more pensive expression. You wonder, were her eyes always so dark, her skin so pale? Embracing the Dark Side had changed you physically along your journey for the Star Forge, so it was possible, true, but with meditation upon embracing yourself as Darth Revan many of the more obvious signs faded quickly.
"But if I were to choose for myself... on some level, our Empire needs to be ruled, does it not? I think staying here on Coruscant, showing our power, establishing fear and dominance over the Core Worlds, this would make us more powerful, would it not? The remaining Republic worlds are isolated enough that they can be slowly ground down without our direct intervention."
She pauses, gathering up something else from inside her. "And I would personally very much like to stay here, at the Temple. The Jedi Council is gone but I still feel lingering contempt. I still hate them, and want everything they stood for. I desire to tear down all that was precious to them and turn it to our own purposes. To make this place our palace and a new academy, a center of power at the political heart of the Galaxy... yes, that is a project that interests me greatly."
There it is, the Dark Side, as bright and all consuming as anything else you've ever felt in the Force. It flows from her and into you through the Bond, and it makes you smile.
"I see. Your passions are your strength now, Bastila, and when you embrace them it strengthens you, and brings power to us both. By my command, you will..."
[ ] "...stay with me..."
[ ] "...Go to the frontlines and speed up the capture of more important Republic worlds..."
[ ] "...Stay here in the Temple to enact your vision for revenge against the Jedi Council..."
"While I..."
[ ] "...Remain on Coruscant to set up a new political order in the Galaxy."
[ ] "...Go to the frontlines and lead from the Fleet, where my old self was most comfortable."
[ ] "...Go to Korriban's Academy to commune with the Dark Side and train new Sith."
[ ] "...Return to the Star Forge to commune with the Dark Side and oversee our logistics and production."
