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{Programmer: DO NOT SCRIPT THIS. Kreia is sitting in the middle of the Trayus Core, meditating.} Mira: {Quietly}I say we fire a rocket at her right now, and blow her screaming, burning body into the heart of this planet. Atton: It wouldn't work- if there were other distractions, maybe, if she wasn't telepathic, maybe. If you want to kill her like that, you need something else to occupy her attention, otherwise you might just wound her. And then we'd all be in trouble. Disciple/Handmaiden: This battle will not be decided by weapons. Visas: You are wrong. Manipulation is Kreia's strength, not battle. We have a chance... we just have to figure out how to make use of it. Let us see what transpires... and plan our attack.{Programmer: Pauses, looks around, realizes that Atton is gone.}{Programmer: Fight between Atton and Kreia, short, quick, brutal.} Mira: {With weapon at the ready}We've come a long way, Kreia... don't bother getting up. Kreia: {Indulgent, doesn't move}Ah, the huntress. To come alone... you are braver than I thought. Disciple/Handmaiden: She is not alone. We stand with her. And with her, stand all the Jedi.{Strides in, behind other Jedi, lightsaber raised} Atton: And now I come in, saying something suitably heroic. Kreia: {Mild contempt, doesn't even bother getting up}Children with lightsabers... {smiles contemptuously, beat}but not Jedi, I think. Kreia: {Programmer: Kreia gets up.}Come close, let me look upon you and see what the exile's teaching has forged. Kreia: {Programmer: Looks across the "heroes," camera pans across them - just do a series of close ups if we have no animated camera}An assassin, a slayer of her own kin, a blinded slave... and a fool.{Indulgent}Which of you wishes to try yourselves against me? As you can see, I am unarmed. Kreia: You, perhaps? Come, child, where you walk, it is not far from battle, slaughter, and the blood of your sisters. Kreia: Come, boy, face me now - do not make this one of the many battles you have run from. {attacks, Kreia barely moves, deftly avoiding every blow, then gets bored, and grabs the Handmaiden/Disciple by the throat, or in a Force Crush.} Think. Think before you throw away your life for him. Think of everything you will lose by dying.Your lusts unfulfilled. A dance, unfinished. A love, requited. Think before you give it up so quickly. Think. Think before you throw away your life for her. Think of everything you will lose by dying. A love, requited. A hope of another life, beyond the shadow of the Jedi. {Beat before last sentence}Think before you give it up so quickly. Kreia: {Programmer: Kreia turns to Visas.}And you, blind one, you have hungered to strike me down ever since you saw the bond the exile and I share. Visas: Can you feel the Force running through me, even past the veil, past your bloodied eyes? You know you cannot win. The Force runs strong within you, Traya, but in the howling of a storm, it is difficult to hear the whisper of the blade. You have forever been the blind one. You were given a gift few are ever given, and yet you let your gift of sight warp you, tw- Kreia: {like a surgeon, Kreia does Force Crush, lifting Visas up.}You think your existence under your Lord was torture, Miraluka? I will make you see.{as Visas lies, collapsed.} Kreia: {Turns to Mira} And you. You were stronger than I thought - to spare the beast that wished to kill you. I felt it, faintly, even here on Malachor. Come, huntress. You have tracked me so far and killed many beasts to be here. Come, huntress. You have tracked me so far. Cast away your past for this moment. Kreia: And now... at last, the fool. You only delay the inevitable. You have been difficult to sense before... but not now. You can cloak your mind only for so long. It is only a matter of coaxing the right thought to the surface. Your desire to protect the Jedi... and the hope that will kill the guilt inside you. Kreia: He will fall before me, you know. And when I am done with him, I will watch as he murders you with the Force. Kreia: It is only a matter of coaxing the right thought to the surface. Your desire to protect the Jedi... and the hope that she truly cares about you...She will fall before me, you know. And when I am done with her, she will view you with all the contempt I do for a murderer such as you. Kreia: And that is the last of them. Take them. They are strong in the Force... and they will have their uses. I will remain here and await the one who comes. Atton torture/death/love: {to a scene of Sion's face, smiling.}{advances through the halls. Atton comes to face him, looking a little sheepish. Darth Sion draws his blade against Atton. } Sion: And I get the fool. Atton: Funny - that's just what I was thinking.{Programmer: Sion levitates Atton into the air, holding him in place.} {the end, Sion cuts off his arm, then leaves Atton on the ground, writhing in pain but Atton staggers to his feet, still wounded. Sion stops, turns.} Atton: {Weakly, just had hand cut off}Running away? I'm not done with you yet. Sion: Nor I you. {Levitates Atton}I will remake you. So when I look upon you it shall be like a mirror. Then I shall let you die. Atton: There's... nothing worse you can do to me. Take your time. {Programmer: Player walks down the path, sees Atton's crumpled body. Player kneels, Atton's choked voice, dying. Atton's words slur a bit in places because of the pain, and his voice should get weaker all the way until the end.} Atton: You're... alive. Did... I... save you yet?Your eyes... {sees player's horrified expression}that bad, eh? {Turns away, quiet}Always was ugly.... now the outside matches. Was waiting for this, but...S' not fair... let you down... Player: 1. Atton, hold on, I can still help you. 2. Shhh... you've lost a lot of blood. 3. Yes. Be still. 4. Malachor touched all of us. We all died there, and the echo kept traveling. It just took a while to reach us. Atton: {winces, in pain}was s'posed to save you. S' tired of living anyway... too many deaths... {winces, a little quieter}never told you... lied to you...{Dry chuckle} Player: 1. I think we all saved each other.... Visas, the Handmaiden, Kreia. And you, Atton. 2. I think we were all supposed to save each other.... Visas, the Handmaiden, Kreia. And you, Atton. 3. You did, Atton. You fought bravely, and I could not ask for a greater sacrifice. Atton: {Laugh dies, Pained, humiliated, doesn't want the player to see him dying}I don't want you to see me like this. I don't want to die in front of you. Can't bear it. Loved you from the moment I first saw you, thought you were a dream......meant every word... tried to play it off as a joke... wasn't funny... Player: 1. All that was your past is forgiven, Atton. Be still. 2. You never needed to tell me, Atton. I knew. 3. If you're trying to get rid of me, it's not working. 4. There is no death, Atton. There is only the Force. 5. No. I will stay with you until the end comes. Atton: {Dry chuckle}Hurts when I laugh. Hurts...You... saved me... joke's on me...{Dry chuckle, winces}Hurts when I laugh. Hurts...{Programmer: Atton doesn't turn as he says the above sentence.} {fade of the sound below as the camera pulls back. Adam, this animation request has been fired off to the animators.} Atton, warped to the darkside, attacks Disciple: {walks into the room, looking around. As he looks around, Atton steps from behind him, in a creepy, yet casual way.} Atton: Hey, kid. Disciple: {Initially relieved}Atton... the exile, where is she? Atton: {Shrugs, but evil}She's safe, you don't need to worry about her. You never did, really. You know how long it's been since I killed a Jedi? You get a taste for it, you know. I killed a bunch here on Malachor, while the planet was dying. Atton: Killing a half-Jedi like you should hold me over until the next one comes along. They always do, you know. Disciple: {Firm}Atton, Kreia is using y- {"using you"} Atton: Really? I had no idea. Everyone uses each other, kid. And if she's using me to kill you, as I see it, I really don't lose anything.I already lost what mattered to me. I wanted to protect her, to help her, and then you show up, playing hero. Fine. Disciple: {Firm}Atton, the feelings between the exile and I... Atton: Doesn't matter, not anymore. I had forgotten how much I hate Jedi. And the less of you that are in the galaxy, the better.Ready to die, kid? Disciple: {Firm}I won't fight you, Atton. Atton:I don't care - I just want you to die.{draws his weapon at the end.}{advancing toward Disciple} Disciple: {into ready stance.} Visas fighting Handmaidens: {Programmer: Have a scene where Visas is walking amongst the corridors of the Academy.}{She stops, waits for a moment, draws her blade, as the corrupted Handmaidens step from the shadows, like Darth Vader when Luke is going down beneath Bespin. She'll draw her blade.} Handmaiden: A Sith stalking amongst the Sith. Your kind fear each other, betrayers and murderers, all. Visas: Sister of the Echani, you must listen to me. Kreia is using your feeling ag... Handmaiden: Be silent. I have listened to you corrupt others... the exile... with your words. I have seen you erode his will, bit by bit, over our journey until he echoes your corruption. {Trying to be challenging, but pained} And because of you, I have lost one for whom I cared deeply. Visas: You must listen to me. Handmaiden: No. There will be no more words between us{two draw weapons as the screen fades to black.} Handmaiden/Visas: Handmaiden/Visas: You are leaving? I... I would come with you, if you will allow it. Player?: No, I require you to stay here, at the Trayus Core, and train others, as Kreia trained me. You... cannot come with me. I need someone to stay here at the edge of known space, and show others the way. I need someone to show them the way. As Kreia showed me the way. Handmaiden/Visas: Others? What do you mean? Player?: Kreia spoke of Revan, and another war that waits beyond the Outer Rim. You must gather forces here, and wait. Yes, others will come. And you must train them until they are ready to pass on to the next war. Handmaiden/Visas: Others?I... shall do as you ask. I shall train others who will follow.{Quietly, knows the answer is never} When will you return? I will do as you ask. If it is important to you, I shall see it through. Your journey... will you return? Player?: Where I go, I cannot take anyone I care for. You must remain, for others will come. {Programmer: Player walks off, in silence, and keeps walking toward the Trayus Core, and is gone. The Handmaiden (or Visas) watches the player for a time, without saying anything.} {the player walks off the Core, Atton is leaning against a pillar, off to the side.} Atton: {Trying to be casual, but wants to go with the player}Need any company? {Beat, casual}I mean, I'm not doing anything. Besides, if I'm not around to bail you out of trouble, who knows what could happen. Atton: All right, then. {Beat}Where are we going again? I mean, because last time, we were heading toward this mining colony on the edge of space, and there was this Sith Lord, and...

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