NB: I found them hidden in my harddrive when I was making computer upgrade. They were written long ago for KOTOR fan website. It had long since shut down. Memories of them flooded back and I decided to post them here. Hope you like it as much as I do.

Skye Imarr belong to me, all the rest belong to BioWare and Lucas Art.

Star Wars: Knights of The Old Republic

Endar Spire

Part One

Carth Onasi stared at the screen of his datapad, his fingers absentmindedly tabbing at the screen edges. His dark brown hair, with only a few strands springing away around his forehead, was tamed and neatly tugged behind his ears, and his strong jaw line was covered with slight stubbly whiskers. He had undone the buttons of his jacket, his board shoulders rested deep into the back of the chair, relaxed, with his long legs crossed and resting on the navigation panel. It had been mostly quiet since the ship took off from Coruscant, and he had little to do but sit in the cockpit most of the time.

His eyes fell onto some of the data shown on the datapad: "Damage Report on Sith-Destroyed Planets." The report was outdated, but he half-heartily tabbed the file. The file instantly opened up, displaying several figures and statistics. Carth scanned through the lists of planets and systems, finally stopping at a planet that had been echoed in his heart thousands of times: Telos.

Auburn eyes narrowed and darkened with anger and haterd. He sat up straight slightly and punched in the name he was looking for. The datapad went busy for a while, and when it finally stopped and automatically drew out, he seemed to find what he was after.

Morgana Onasi: Status: DECEASED.

Carth squeezed his eyes tightly, as though some painful memories were going through his mind. When he opened his eyes again, he punched in another name, which he also had done so many times in the past.

Dustil Onasi.

On the status column right behind the name, there was a red flashing note: MISSING.

A mixture of rage and sadness once again filled with his heart, as it had always been every time. He cursed under his breath, hands fisted.

"I swear to the Force, I am going to get you!" he muttered, nearly throwing the whole pad to the wall. "You definitely have to pay for this!"

But where is he? Carth wondered, for the umpteenth time. The galaxy wasn't exactly small, so when would they eventually run into each other if he was just browsing around like a headless fly? The only reason he was onboard this fleet was because there was the dimmest chance that he might bump into him. Now, by the look of it, there wouldn't be any, just like any other trip he had taken previously.

"Urrrrh, sir?" A Republic soldier appeared at the door, hesitantly interrupting his brooding thought.

"Yes?" Carth replied impatiently.

"Admiral wanted me to forward this to you." The soldier handed over a datapad.

"What's this?" Carth frowned, inspecting the datapad in his hand.

"Not very clear, sir. It looks like an additional crew report."

"Additional...?" His brow quirked: "... All right, thanks," Carth nodded.

The soldier left with great relief.

Carth prodded the datapad to draw out the information. Additional crew? He was sure there wasn't any last minute additional crew the last time he had a meeting with the Admiral. He looked into the report. Sure enough, there were a few last minute additions, mostly requested by the Jedi who were onboard the ship. Carth quickly scanned through the list. He noticed there was something unusual. On the very bottom of the additional crewmember list, there was a female Twi'lek Republic soldier's name: Skye Imarr

A Twi'lek? He tabbed the datapad to pull out more stats about this Twi'lek. First class elite, high combat skills, multilingual, excellent weapon knowledge… As Carth read on, the soldier appeared to be perfect. Too perfect, he thought.

"C2-M2, give me the soldier data file on Skye Imarr." Carth returned to his chair and ran a search on his protocol droid.

"REQUEST ACCEPTED: Searching for soldier data file: Skye Imarr." The droid repeated his request and started the search engine immediately: "One RESULT FOUND. Skye Imarr. Species: Twi'lek, born on YATH, Years After the Hyperspace, 53614, First Rank Elite. Recruited and trained at the Republic training facility on YATH 53640, Assigned mission to date: 3. First Class Combat Training, Excellent knowledge on various galaxy languages and weapons…" In other words, it was exactly what it was listed in the datapad. Again, Carth thought, too perfect.

"Alec, we need to discuss about this...additional crewmember." Carth walked into Admiral's office a few minutes later. "Do you know anything about this Twi'lek soldier named Skye Imarr?"

"Everything had been provided on the datapad, Carth," Admiral Alec Baxter looked at Carth with annoyance, felt slightly disturbed by his rude entry.

"We both know that was just the official record. Any reason why the Jedi would like a Twi'lek onboard the ship at the last minute?"

"They had their reasons," Alec replied simply.

"Well?" Carth demanded. "What is it then?"

Alec did not reply straight away. He looked at Carth for a few minutes, seeming to be weighing whether or not it was necessary to tell him. Finally he sighed. "There is absolutely no need for you to know the reason. It is between the Jedi Council and the Republic."

Carth could feel the steam coming out of his head. "WHAT?!"

"Our job on this mission is to assist Bastila and the Jedi the best we can. It is not our place to make inquiries." Alec resumed to his desk duties.

"But…what if…"

"I don't believe she will be much of a problem if Bastila and the Jedi trusted her enough to take her onboard, if that was what you were worrying about, Carth"

"Alec..."

"Unless you don't trust them? They were handpicked by the Jedi Council for this mission. They are all inexperienced in battles, Carth. Bastila herself had been a few battles, as the matter of fact. In case you don't know, she was the one who was gifted with the Battle Meditation ability and the one who killed Revan during one of her most recent clash." Alec signed a few electronic documents and sent them off by the wave of his hand: "Or you don't trust the Jedi Council?"

"No…"

"I've known you since Saul." Alec raised his eyes and looked at his old mate again. "I understand what you've been going through and why you are making these inquiries. But let me assure you, the Twi'lek is absolutely clean."

"What's in this mission?" Carth asked the question he'd been wondering since the ship took off from Coruscant.

"I know you are onboard the ship to oversee this mission, but I can't answer you on that one, either." Alec inserted a data chip to the protocol droid next to him. "All I can tell you is that we've been given the instructions to fully assist the Jedi onboard the ship to Taris. Now if you don't mind..." Alec pointed at the door with an arched brow, indicating for his old friend to leave.

Carth glared at the Admiral for a good long minute before exiting his office, cursing almost everything in this galaxy as he made his way back to the bridge. He did not like to be kept out of the loop, and this time those Jedi did exactly just that.

"ARRH!" The commander let out a frustrated yell and kicked the output on the hallway. There was definitely more on this Twi'lek, he could feel it. Why would a Twi'lek soldier be so important to those Jedi, and why had they specifically asked the ship to take her onboard at the very last minute? What exactly was this mission? If the Jedi wanted to go to Taris, they could have just flown there themselves, but why did they need a hammerhead like the Endar Spire to guard them on the way there?

Whatever his thought was, the next thing he knew, he was being thrown against the wall by the sudden violent shaking of the ship. The alarm siren was echoing along the hallway.

They'd been attacked.

"Oi, Squidhead," The Republic soldier at the corner of the common room yelled. "Why are you onboard the Endar Spire? Shouldn't you be at some cantina?"

"Yeah, show us some dance moves, Twik!" His friends shouted. Then they all burst into laughter.

Skye Imarr rolled her eyes. "Here we go again!"

So many times, she was teased because of her race. It was indeed unusual for an alien race to be in the Republic, but you thought people wouldn't think or do those kinds of things these days. Oh, no, no. Somehow, she still was being picked more often than she had expected. Every time she was assigned to a new place, every time she would be picked at least once. It got a bit irritating after a while.

"Did you hear us, Squidhead?" Blast! They weren't leaving her alone this time, were they? Skye squared up her shoulders and continued her meal, pretending she had never heard anything.

"Hey, I am talking to you!" Rather offended by her aloof response, one of the soldiers came over to her table: "You, Twik!"

Skye remained unprovoked. She calmly pushed her glass to the droid in front of her: "Can I have more juma juice please? Thank you."

"DO SOME DANCE!" The soldier obviously very offended by her remote attitude. He grabbed her shoulder and raised his voice to the maximum. Lovely, now they got the attention of the entire common room.

"Take your hands off me." That was a bit too much. Skye finally looked at the soldier and snarled.

"Hey, Giles. Cut it off!" One of the soldier's friends obviously reckoned it was too far, too. "You had too much juma juice tonight!"

"No, today I really want to see this Twik doing some dance for me!" Giles barked back.

"I am not here to entertain you," said Skye in a warning tone.

"Well, what else is a Twi'lek onboard the ship for?" Giles seemed persistent. He put the other hand on her shoulder. "Tell you what, you can do a lap dance for me. I saw one do that on Nar Shaddaa once. It looked pretty neat. What do you say?"

Skye's answer was grabbing his left hand and twisting it. Giles let out a loud, painful yell, and he tried to punch her with his right hand. She dived with a flip; the next moment, she was behind him, her dining knife on his throat.

"If you don't mind," she said to Giles calmly, but with a hint of warning in her tone. "I am not here to entertain you, or any of the crew onboard this ship. I would much appreciate it if you would leave me alone. Now is that clear?"

Giles' face went bright red and he nodded silently.

"Good. Now, I would very much like to finish my dinner quietly, so I will be much appreciative if you can leave me alone for the rest of the night," said Skye seriously.

With another nod, Skye let go of him, watching him stumble back to his table, then calmly sat back to her chair and resumed having her meal. She was sure there wouldn't be any more of this kind of harassment for the rest of the journey, which was quite a relief, as she happened to be in desperate need of this.

Skye hadn't been feeling very well. She'd been bothered by her dreams for days. In one of those nightmares, she always was dueling with an unknown female Jedi. The Jedi had a strikingly pretty face and looked utterly familiar. But somehow Skye could not remember where she had met this Jedi before. The dreams repeated night after night, and she had a feeling this was not coincidence. Something wasn't right. She thought, "Why
can't I remember those things? Did this really happen to me in the past?"

As the matter of fact, she couldn't remember anything about her past; anything before she was placed onboard this ship was a big blur. What was she doing before she was assigned to this mission? Sure, she was a soldier, but where was she trained? Coruscant? They said she'd been in a few battles, but how come she never remembered any of them? Every time she tried to recall these events, her head hurt so much, it almost split in half.

And those damn dreams.

Dreams of her fighting with Jedi; dreams of her walking down some dark unknown ramps; dreams of her talking with a man in red suit and big robe, sometimes with steel covering most part of his face, sometimes not; dreams of her looking at a holocron that seemed like some kind of space navigation device… All of those dreams looked so real, so familiar and yet so strange. She wanted them to disappear, but at the same time she craved to see them every night.

"Who am I? What did I do in my life before this mission?" she whispered.

Of course, no one was able to answer that.

She sighed, pushed her meals aside and left the common room, planing to get some rest before her next shift although she knew fully well she probably wouldn't get any.

She returned to her room and lay down. Within minutes, her attempts to get some rest failed. She was disturbed, though not by the dreams this time. A sudden violent vibration almost knocked her off her bed, followed by the ear-cracking alarm that echoed through every corner of the Endar Spire.

They'd been attacked.