A/N: Yeah, I was sitting around trying not to think of an essay I have to do, and ended up with this. Enjoy, review if you'd like to see more!

"You invited Malak? To play what?" Bastila Shan put her hands on her hips as she faced her husband, who was currently transforming the dining table into a computer station.

Revan finished setting up the fifth computer. He turned to her. "Look. I invited you too! Ever since that business on Yavin 4- don't give me that look- I've always been interested in what happened after what happened to us. The history of the future is what I'm saying."

Bastila frowned. "By making all of us play a video game?"

"Yeah! Everyone's calling the game SWTOR or something, but basically it's a massively multiplayer online roleplaying game where you get to be a Sith or Jedi or whatever you want. And then you get to choose your story," Revan explained, waving his hands around excitedly. "Rumors even say that both you and me make minor appearances in-game!"

Bastila shuddered at the thought. "A massively multiplayer what?"

Shrugging, Revan headed to the front door of their apartment and opened it. There stood the Jedi Exile herself, Meetra Surik, short brown hair being pushed around by the Coruscant winds. Next to her stood a dark-haired man. He looked out of place, his hands shoved in his pockets and eyes darting around nervously.

Meetra wore a huge grin on her face and stepped to Revan, throwing her arms around him. "Thank you so much for inviting me! I cannot wait to see my in-game cameo you were talking about!"

Both Bastila and Meetra's partner stared at Revan and Meetra, each feeling a twinge of jealousy. Then Meetra's partner caught Bastila's eye and she looked away quickly.

Revan let go of Meetra, his long brown hair a mess from being hugged. "It's great to see you too. Who's your lovely boyfriend?"

Both Meetra and the man reddened considerably. The man mumbled, "I'm Atton. Atton Rand."

Meetra patted him on the shoulder and mock-glared at Revan. "And he is not my boyfriend. Why would you even think that?"

Just then, Malak himself shoved his way through the crowd huddled near the front door. Everyone stared up at him awkwardly and he said a brief "hello" and retreated to the dining area.

"Yeah, so," Revan was saying, "I made accounts for all of you guys. Now all you need to do is get over there, and start making your character! Oh, and choose the Harbinger server, someone on Holo-Tube said it was the most populated."

Revan and Bastila sat next to each other and Meetra and Atton sat next to each other. Malak sat at the end of the table.

"I'm choosing the Jedi Knight story," Revan bragged once everyone had logged in. He turned his computer to face everyone. Smiling on the screen was a character who looked just like Revan, shoulder-length brown hair, face and all.

Meetra rolled her eyes at him. "How typical. I'm picking the Sith Warrior story." On her screen was a smiling woman that looked suspiciously like her.

Malak raised his head. "I dare Bastila to pick a class that is not a Jedi class," he said for the first time since arriving there.

Bastila's eyes widened in shock, then she shrugged. "Fine. I accept the dare. I'm picking Trooper class."

Meetra looked over at Atton and pounded him on the back. "Atton! What are you picking?"

"Imperial Agent," he grumbled. "I'm calling him Jaq."

Revan leaned over to the other side of the table. "Dude, what is your problem? Are you trying to remember your past or something? Why can't you pick smuggler or something like that? It fits you better!"

A wide grin appeared on Malak's face. "Hey! Smuggler! I'm picking that. Thanks, Revan."

"No problem, bro."

"Oh shoot! Do all of us have different starter planets or something? I'm on Korriban. I remember those days…" Meetra sighed, then glanced at Atton's screen.

"I'm on a trashy planet called Hutta. I think I was telling you about it before. So nope, not the same planet," concluded Atton.

"I'm on... Tython," read Revan, "I've never even heard of the place."

Bastila suddenly glanced up from her screen. "Malak, is that you? BaldandBlue or something? That's your name?"

Malak frowned and looked up, embarrassed. "Yeah.. um, you're on Ord Mantell too? And your username is TheronShansMom?"

"Yes," sighed Bastila. "I've heard of the man, he's very competent. And I liked his last name. I'm trying to kill all these mobs. Force, I miss my lightsaber."

"Group with me," suggested Malak. "We get more XP that way."

"Ew, no," Bastila said, grimacing. "Wait. Actually, fine. I think we're going to the same place. Some separatist town or something?"

Meetra groaned. "You guys are both so lucky! I mean, I don't remember Korriban being like this! Why am I bashing slugs with a stick?"

Revan leaned over and stared at Meetra's screen. "Wow. I do not remember Sith training being anything like that. Also I'm bashing Flesh Raiders with sticks too, this just isn't accurate. Before I had my lightsaber I bashed things with a vibroblade. Doors, too. I remember trying to hit doors with a vibroblade and missing."

"Look, sweets, I can see Nar Shaddaa from this planet." Atton's character was staring up at the skies of Hutta, Nar Shaddaa was clearly visible. "Why can't I just go to Nar Shaddaa?" Atton whined, "Think of all those pazaak games…"

Malak looked up from his fighting on Ord Mantell. "Sorry to tell you this, but I don't believe you can play pazaak in this game."

"WHAT?!" Atton let out a high-pitched, sorrowful sob and put his face in his hands.

"Malak, you little…" Bastila angrily hit some buttons on her keyboard.

"TheronShansMom left the group," Malak read. "Bastila, what did I do wrong?"