Title: "Call me Canderous"

Rating: M for adult situations

Alternate-Universe Star wars: KOTOR-TSL

Summary: After the Exile is attacked by Darth Sion on the droid planet, M4-78, Mandalore, Atton, and the astromech droid, T3-M4, find the broken Jedi's body, lifeless. After resuscitating her, the Exile lays in a near death like coma in the med-bay.

Characters: LS Exile (Female, Kris'tanya Ralosna), Mandalore, T3-M4, Atton Rand, Kreia, Mira, HK-47, Bao-dur, G0-T0, Mikal (disciple)

Who this belongs to: LucasArts and Obsidian owns Star Wars, Knights of the old republic: the sith lords. Thank you to Team Gizka for the M4-78 in-game Mod, and to the creator of the 'Helmet-less Mandalore' Mod, to whom I owe gratitude for this idea. Kris'tanya Ralosna is property of me.

"CALL ME CANDEROUS"

CHAPTER ONE

"I spared you once; I will not do so again." -Darth Sion

" Deeet! Dwooo. Deet deet! Beep Dwooo! Deet deet deet!"

T3-M4's little treads were pushing him as fast as possible over the Feracrete ground which covered the platform. There, up ahead, lay the body of the one the entire galaxies hopes rest upon, stone cold, lifeless. Behind the hardy little astromech droid ran two men, One clad in complete plate armor, a Mandalorian phase rifle slung over his shoulder, his head shrouded by a silver helm, the only way of seeing out of it a black, tapered, ' T' shaped window. The other man, wearing grey Jedi robes, followed suit, his green eyes darting to and fro, his short, messy brown hair fluttering in the breeze as he hauled ass toward the downed Exile.

"Is she..." Atton asked, kneeling beside the droid as it began administering cardial-pulmonary shocks to the poor woman, beeping desperately as each electric pulse only made the body jump, but little more. "Get outta the way, you over-glorified trash compactor!" The one in plate armor shouted, shoving the droid to the side, just as it gave another jolt to the Jedi. Atton too, was pushed a bit as Mandalore kneeled down quickly at Kris' Tanya's side, and pulled his helmet off. Revealed, Ordo hadn't changed much since his stint with the Jedi Revan and her motley crew, save his hair had far more grey in it, and his face sported a trimmed, graying beard. His hazel eyes franticly looked the woman over as she lay there, unmoving. "Goddamnit Kris, Breathe!" He yelled, pulling the exile into his arms and without a thought, pressed his lips over hers, blowing into her mouth. He lay her down again, placing his hands over her chest, the robes scorched from Darth Sion's painful shocks. He began to compress his hands hard, counting aloud, his voice firm, yet a tone of fear shook Atton to his boots. " One.. Two… Three.. Four.. Five.. Come on, Exile!" Mandalore growled, leaning in to blow into her mouth once more. " One.. Two.. Three, Four, Five..." the grizzled Mandalorian voice became more desperate as he repeated his actions. Atton stood at the large man's side, fists clenching, counting pazzak in his head as he always did, but this time, more frenzied. "Ten and ten is perfect... four eight and seven... Goddamnit! Eleven and..." T3 came over, the plate on his little chest opening, a needle-like apparatus sticking forth on a mechanical arm. Mandalore looked up. "What is that? Stims? Give it to her!" He commanded, the droid bleeping as he administered a full syringe of stimulants into the woman's side, not caring to lift her robes in any way.

Mandalore compressed her chest once more, and breathed his life into her, before he pulled her up to his face, pressing his ear to her chest. "I've got a pulse!" He shouted franticly, hugging the Exile to him for just a mere second, before Atton could catch that it was an actual hug. He laid the Jedi on the ground once more, as Atton leaned down, placing his fingers at her jugular. "It's faint. We gotta get her back to the Ebon Hawk. That ponce in the Med-lab will take care of her." Mandalore growled, grabbing his helmet and pulling it over his head. " Yeah.. I don't trust that blonde haired son of a schutta anymore than you do, Rand." He growled, and picked the Exile up as gentle as he could. T3 was already ahead of them, the loading arm not too far away. Mikal was already halfway down the loading ramp when Mandalore and Atton arrived. "What took you so l.. Is she..." the Disciple sputtered as the large armored man pushed his way past. " Maybe if you woulda' come out here to help us, Blondie, maybe she woulda' been kickin a lot sooner, dumbass." With that, the other two took the exile to the medical room, leaving Mikal to shake his head and follow. "Dear force... Please let her be alright..."

Well, heres chapter one.. I hope you guys like the little bit of drama! Reviews would be to me what fuel is to Citadel Station!!