The Epic Sagas of Revan and The Exile
Summary: Or rather, random excerpts thereof. And not so much Revan as The Exile, but I'll try to get at least a few scenes for KotOR1 in there…
A/N: Right, so, first off, I play both games as a female (Cannon be damned, Carth PWNS Bastila any day), and I play both games as light side. These are scenes that either I think should have been in the game, or pop unbidden into my mind. I assume most of them will be pretty short. I only really have three in mind anyways.
We'll start with one that's purely humor.
Disclaimer: If I owned KotOR, Mical would have been viciously killed by laigreks shortly after meeting him.
I also happen to not own the song.
The Exile had woken up in the middle of the night – or what passed as night in space, which was really just the designated sleeping time – due to the fact that rather loud music seemed to be echoing down the halls. She knew that Atton liked to listen to music while he piloted, but apparently tonight he hadn't quite closed the door to the cockpit.
She decided she'd go tell him off about it, but as she traversed the ship, she began to hear what would seem to be him singing along to it. And rather badly at that. She also noticed that she seemed to be the only one to have been roused by it.
Deciding that this would make quite good blackmail, she snuck up to the partially open door, and peaked in. A new song had just started, only a few lines in, and he was singing his heart out as he worked the controls, almost making it into a little dance. The Exile stifled a giggle.
"So don't stop me now! Don't stop me,
'Cause I'm having a good time, having a good time!
I'm a shooting star leaping through the skies,
Like a tiger, defying the laws of gravity!
I'm a racing swoop passing by, Like Lady Godiva! …"
As the song went on, he sang with more and more gusto, and began neglecting the controls in favor of dance. Then suddenly, as he reached the line, "There's no stopping me!", he jumped up onto the pilot's seat, using that as his makeshift stage. He now had an imaginary microphone, and his dancing consisted entirely of flailing arms and hip movements.
At this point, it was all the Exile could do to not bust out laughing hysterically.
He went on to air guitar along with the solo, and then for the final chorus he actually put one foot up on the dashboard, singing passionately. And that's when the Exile lost it.
"B-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" she trailed off into silent giggles, gasping for breath.
Atton turned around so fast he tripped on fifteen different switches, and landed in an undignified heap on his chair.
When the Exile had recovered enough to be able to breathe properly, she went to make sure he was ok, only to find that he had not moved from his undignified heap. He seemed to be quite resolute that he would never be anything more than an undignified heap for the rest of his life. He was also blushing the approximate shade of red of the traditional Sith lightsaber.
The Exile wanted to comfort him. She really did.
But all she managed was another peal of laughter before she stumbled back to her sleeping quarters.
The comforting would have to wait until tomorrow. Assuming Atton didn't space himself before then.
For Atton's part, he was just happy she didn't catch him singing something more embarrassing. He made a mental note to burn his All American Rejects CDs…
A/N: So, what'd you think? I know it's super short, but most of these will be. Anyways, this is what happened in my mind as I was listening to that song the other day. Don't ask me how I managed not to hyperventilate to death.