Thus begins the saga of Nic/Revan and his adventures on the Endar Spire. I'll be posting these chapter-by-chapter from here on out, and I'll keep on posting accordingly based on the reviews I get. I really want to know what you KOTOR fans think so please R&R, this experience is for you as well! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do now own Knights of the Old Republic. At all. In any fashion. I'm lame.

The hallway leading out of the room was in complete chaos. White panels from the walls were now lying on the white and black-tiled floor as smoke poured into the room from a hole in the left wall.

Nic squinted as he ran forward, Trask following closely behind him. He wasn't sure what was happening exactly, but he knew the Endar Spire was in bad shape, and that if Bastila didn't get off of it soon, well, there wouldn't be a need to rescue her.

So as usual time was of the essence. How much time he had, Nic didn't know.

But there was a door at the other end, and that's where his objective was. Nothing seemed to impede his steps as he sprinted forward.

Suddenly a man's voice seemed to erupt from the communicator on his wrist. Without him pressing a single button, Nic heard an urgent man's voice ring out in the hallway as another explosion shook the ship.

"This is Carth Onasi – the Sith are threatening to overrun our position! We can't hold out long against their firepower! All hands to the bridge!"

Nic arched an eyebrow and turned to Trask, who had his own wrist up close to his face to hear the message. Seeing the confused look on his face, Trask explained.

"That was Carth contacting us on our portable communicators. He's one of the Republic's best pilots! He's seen more combat than the rest of the Endar Spire's crew put together."

Then Trask took off in a run towards the door again. Nic followed, catching up to him as he punched in the override codes again for this door.

"If he says things are bad, you better believe it," he explained as he typed. "We have to get to the bridge to help defend Bastila!"

"Right," Nic stated resolutely, setting his mind on the task at hand. Anxiety bubbled up in his stomach as his uncertainty of what lied beyond this door took front and center in his mind.

"Let's move out."

This door opened, and the scenes of battle exploded in front of him. One Republic soldier was engaged in blaster fire with two Sith on the other side of the hall. Being outnumbered, he was easily shot down and Nic had just enough time to see him crumple to the ground.

Nic, his mind kicking in gear, turned back to Trask, who nodded with his head over to them.

"These Sith must be the advanced boarding party."

Nic nodded.

"I saw two. You stay in this hallway for shelter. On my count, I'll leap out and give you covering fire to get into position, maybe take one of them out. You take down the other one while I'm rolling. Got it?"

Trask only nodded as Nic turned his face to the hall beyond and pressed his back to the wall. He held up his hand and silently counted backwards from three.

Three. Two. One.

Nic leaped into the hall as Trask shouted.

"For the Republic!"

Nic pointed his blaster at the nearest one as he flew, closing one eye and firing off a bolt, which landed straight into the Sith's lower abdomen. Nic only heard his enemy cry out as he hit the ground and rolled.

When he came back up, both the Sith were dead, and Trask was running over to him.

"Nice plan! They didn't even know what hit 'em!"

Nic dusted himself off a little, smiling crookedly.

"I like to surprise them. But there must be more in the next hallway. How far are we from where Bastila is?"

Trask looked ahead of them at the smoke and sparks flying everywhere….and also the bodies littering the floor. He cleared his throat and shook his head.

"I'm not sure, but I have a feeling we'll find out once we make our way to the bridge."

Nic nodded again.

"Alright. Let's go."