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The bridge was empty, save for the three remaining Jedi, Bastila and Revan. The other Jedi closed in behind her, all preparing to engage the Sith Lord at once, but the battle was over before they could even act.
A huge explosion blinded Bastila's sight as the entire ship shook violently around them. Whoever had attacked the ship had stuck a worthy hit, but there was more damage than she imagined. Although she was relieved to see all her allies alive, she saw one body that was not standing.
Revan lay on the ground before them, limp and obviously unconscious. Bastila could barely believe the turn of events, but didn't dare question it and moved to react immediately.
"Quickly, grab hold of him! Get him back to the shuttle, before he awakens! We must bring him to the council!" she barked. The others leaped into action, picking up the Sith Lord and carefully carrying him back toward the hangar.
They met little resistance along the way as the remaining Sith forces fled from the ship, now under heavy attack. The ship wouldn't survive, and unless they hurried, neither would the Jedi. To their amazement, their shuttle was still in one piece upon their arrival, and they managed to escape just in the nick of time.
"General Shan, what is your status?" came the voice from a Republic soldier over the comm.
"We have succeeded, Captain. Revan will no longer be a threat to the Galaxy. Order your men to retreat and return to a safe port. The Jedi and I must return to the council and report on our success."
"Gladly," he responded. "And not a moment too soon."
The council would be thrilled to hear of their result, but even more surprised to learn of the capture of Revan. The plan they bestowed on Bastila was a risky one, but she managed to pull it off. Now came the truly hard part.
After all, how can you make a Sith Lord forget who he is?
End of turn.
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