Scars of Memory and Love Chapter One: Rain, Love, and Mystery

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic or Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic: The Sith Lords and as always I'm not going to put it in the other chapters. You'll know what I mean. Oh, and this is rated PG-13.

Ralia sat on a small velvet pillow. Her knees were pulled up against her bare chest and her arms were wrapped around them. Her curly brown-golden hair hung into her face while her spicy blue eyes stared outside the window.

Next door to her room, she heard Mission and Dustil star to giggle. In the other room next to them, Juhani laid awake in her bed, silently. After saving the galaxy, the whole crew had bought one floor in an apartment complex on Couruscent.

Ralia watched out the window as stormy clouds blew in from the north. As she was watching, a noise next to her disturbed her. She turned her head towards the bed next to her and watched as Carth rolled over onto his back in his sleep. His bare chest was face up and showed all of his battle scars.

With her sapphire eyes, Ralia watched Carth for a second, studying his brown hair, his burrowed brows, and his parted lips, but only for a short while. Ralia turned her head back towards the window.

When she looked, back rain was sliding down the window. Her moist lips parted and her shoulders tensed as a memory flooded her mind. She gasped. She was lying on blades of wet grass, the drops of rain spilling over her. Her clothes were ripped and soaked with a mixture of water and blood.

Ralia turned her head away from the window, towards the ground. She caught her breathe and slowly looked back, but instead of seeing the rain, she saw her reflection. Her eyes skimmed over it, seeing her every scar; a small one over her right eye, next to her eye, on her chin line, and finally, from her jaw bone to the middle of her neck.

Another remembrance swept into her mind. At this one though, she closed her eyes. Four crimson lightsabers flew around. A scream echoed and Ralia saw one fly down upon her; Nihilus' blade.

Her head tilted down towards the ground and she saw another scar along her thigh. She had been walking down an empty alley when three thugs hand jumped from nowhere. They had ripped her clothes and tore them from her. Her weapons had been yanked from her arms. The memory had always haunted her. The only reason it did was because the attackers had been able to overpower her. Only a well trained Sith, thug, or bounty hunter could overpower her.

Tears lined up along the rim of her eyes, but soon cleared up as a warm hand slid around her waist. A chill ran up her spine as moist lips ran from her hip, up her back, across her shoulder, towards her jaw and to the edge of her lips.