So this is my first fic. I start them and never finish but I have all break and Im determined. So your imput would be nice, Im playin the game again along with writing this so woot for me. PS I dont own KOTOR, I wish i did ccause id make it more choice stuff but alas i dont. PPS anything italizied cept for ship names are probably a thought. Also the tab thing i dont know how to get it to work so its ghettoly spaced to look like a tab

"Ugh what is that noise." I mutter to no one in particular. I look around my space dorm and finally walk around. The sound of the hydraulic door opening grabs my attention.
"Your up, I'm Trask Ulgo (sp?) An Ensign on the Endar Spire. And you, my friend are my bunk mate." Shouts a middle aged blonde man aptly named Trask. I squint still not sure what's going on "The Spire is under attack by a Sith battle fleet. We have to get out fast." I dimly reply
"My bunkmate?"
"Yes Lieutenant, the lower ranking officers are bunked together, but if we don't get of this station quick well have no time to chit chat about how the army screwing us over." Trask lets out a slight laugh. I question
"So let's get outa here" While I scavenge for some clothing. I set on some black cargo utility pants, boots, and my signature muscle shirt and vest. I'm locked, loaded, and dressed in a minute flat. Trask and I start creeping towards what seems an impending doom.

Trask's worry is apparent on his face after we gun past 2 wandering Sith soldiers.
"I've got a pretty bad feeling bout all this."
"Me too." I'm locked in combat mode. Any doubts and worries are carefully locked away in my mind along with childhood embarrassments.
"You don't look it, Sir" The ensign whispers.
"Don't call me sir, we are a team, and we are equal." I reply to Trask. He's probably married with a kid back home maybe 30. Older than I; All the more reason for the dropping the sir. At the equality mention, I saw his expression change and a new will to drive on.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes." I reply somberly as he enters in the codes to unlock the next door. Just our luck a squad of Sith troopers occupies the tiny space. Trask drops back and fire from a distance. I on the other hand prefer not to be a sitting duck, nor a statistic for the numerous friendly fire incidences, so I switch to a cold steel blade and begin to hack at the "Walking Mirrors. Guns included." The ensign takes his eyes of a lone trooper in the corner and the man notices and takes aim. I burst in a run so fast. 'Must be the force' I muse in my head and leap at the man. I swing my sword with such raw power I cut the man head clean off. Not soo clean for me though, as both my sword and clothes not to mention my face have blood in various degrees on them.
"You saved my like Cols" The dumbstruck Ensign blubbers out.
"Don't mention it," I say monotone and pat him on the back "We look out for each other."

We press on, fighting more "Walking Mirrors" conveniently equipped with grenades now. One lucky bastard got a nice piece of shrapnel caught in my arm. 'Oh boy that's gunna scar.' I muse some more with my inner teenager about how this reminds me of a bad game of "Laser Tag" with my friends back on the real world cept with blood instead of mild electrical shocks. We get to the bridge. It is sheer carnage. My fellow soldiers are lying in pieces on the floor. The Sith have literally "ripped" apart the deck looking for this Bastila. This Bastila were looking for is a rumored Jedi with extraordinary powers. I supposedly signed an oath vowing to protect her at all cost. Must not have read the fine print when I checked in at the Officers room, a month ago.
"She's gone." The awe struck Trask says at the sight of all the gore.
"I see that. But them, that's no way to go…" Trask approaches one of the 2 dozen bodies sprawled out in the bridge and attempt to remove dog tags. "Don't. Let them be."
"But…"
"They died doing what they knew best. Let their families believe they died heroes instead of shredded body parts."

We carefully maneuver our way over to the lift to take us up to the escape pods. A malfunction door pops open.
"Guess we found were the Sith entered from." I say with a hint of ironic humor. I think Trask knew that this was his time.
"It's not just a Sith but a dark Jedi. GO! Your battle lies elsewhere. Protect Bastila." I honor his plea and enter the lift. Just before the door closes I heard a gut wrenching scream and wince at the knowledge that Trask has just died saving me. I get a reawaking and drive not to make his sacrifice worthless. I arrive when the voice, I've heard in enough pilot training holos buzzes over my communicator. It's Carth Onasi, star republic pilot and I guess the only sorry soul besides my self left on this death trap. He tells me there's a Sith patrol up the corridor and a squad in the room separating my ass from safety. I equip my stealth belt and creep up to the patrolmen. No guns and no swords. I'm not taking the chance he hears me draw and gets off a shot before I attack. Just a hunting knife, a gift from my brothers-in-arms from the elite Special Forces division from which I trained under. It explains the conditioning, weapons specialties, the stealth, the marital arts, mental toughness, and the all around hardcore bad ass rep that comes with the Commandos. I quickly grasp him and slit his through in a fine motion. He bleeds like crazy, all over my hands and shirt. His buddy, who just comes back from patrol, sees me drenched in his friend's blood and just pisses his pants. That gave me a window of opportunity to stab him to. 'Commandos: Swift Silent Men who don't leave an enemy alive to talk bout them', Damn right OORAH… I smile with a bit of pride, although were not mindless killing machines. He would have lived had my life not been on the line too. I finally hack through to my second to last room and gain some supplies along with more bloodstains.

The bloods getting kinda old now and turning colors on me. First thing I'm doing is taking a nice long shower. Finally room, I don to sword instead of one and open the door like a man on a mission. One solider doesn't move but instead balls in the corner, I guess in fear. But his comrade attack and a disposed of with ease. I approach the young solider and ask them to remove their helmet. It's a girl bout 22, my age, I can't kill her but I can't take her with her. War pushes people to their moral limits. The look in the girl's eyes showed she knew she was dying, but the suspense alone of it was killing her. I broke here. After all the blood I shed this was my compassion of this doomed mission. I open the door to the pods, Carth is waiting.
"Who is she?"
"A new recruit, who I rescued some Sith were raping her, hence the tears." I lie. Carth replies.
"Those animals. You're safe here." He then turns his back to us and she mouths thank you. I mouth back don't worry just don't turn us in please. She whispers
"I won't once we get out of here; I'm getting away far away. I wasn't with them by choice. I just want to be free." She kisses my lips softly and follows Carth onto the pod and I follow suit. We eject in time to see the ship we shared explode into dust. We burst the atmosphere at its not looking good. I say my good bye to the young girl and she says hers. Carth just stares at the pieces flying of our litter flying soup can. We finally make cut through the darkness of space into the darkness of the unconscious.